Yuan Tang, upon hearing that it was not his imperial father, subconsciously felt less averse, but still frowned and asked, "Which uncle of mine?"
Gu Jiao said, "How would I know which uncle of yours is leading troops to suppress the rebellion?"
In fact, she knew, but she wanted to find out whether Yuan Tang was aware.
Yuan Tang pondered for a moment, then somewhat bristled, "Are you talking about my Uncle Prince Bo? Impossible! He shares the same mother with my imperial father and is the brother my father trusts the most! He would never rebel, no matter who else might!"
"Is that so?" Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows.
Yuan Tang firmly believed that his uncle would not rebel, "Besides, with my maternal grandfather and eldest maternal uncle going with him, even if my uncle were to think of rebelling, they would not just sit by and watch."
Gu Jiao uttered an "Oh" and then said, "What if they conspired to rebel with your uncle?"
Yuan Tang gave Gu Jiao a look as if she were a fool, "Why would my maternal grandfather do such a thing? What benefit would that bring him?"
Unfazed by his disdain, Gu Jiao calmly stated, "This is a matter concerning your Rong Family."
If it wasn’t for Prince Bo and the Rong Family, how could the Gu Family army have suffered such a loss?
Yuan Tang felt that Gu Jiao was spouting nonsense, "I don’t believe it! Where did you hear these rumors?"
"Believe it or not, that’s up to you," Gu Jiao concluded, for her real purpose in coming here was not actually to make Yuan Tang believe anything, but to verify whether her dream had somehow come true in advance.
Her goal had been achieved; out of a sense of duty, she gave him a kind warning.
If he believed it, good; if not, she would think of another approach and stop concerning herself with him.
"How is your finger now?" Gu Jiao looked toward Liu Yisheng, who stood beside her.
The light in Liu Yisheng’s eyes shifted as he replied, "Much better."
"Let me see," Gu Jiao reached out her hand.
Liu Yisheng hesitated for a moment before handing over the finger that had been reattached, placing it in the palm of her hand.
She gently squeezed the stitched wound, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn’t hurt anymore."
It was a bit... ticklish.
Liu Yisheng cast his gaze downward.
Gu Jiao tugged at his finger, testing his strength. Liu Yisheng was aware that her identity was only that of a physician, and yet, this gesture felt unusually intimate to him.
He found his breathing hitch for a moment.
"Does it hurt?" Gu Jiao asked.
"No, no..." Liu Yisheng quickly denied.
"Mm, it’s healing well," Gu Jiao didn’t think much of it. After releasing Liu Yisheng’s hand, she bent down to pet her cat, stroking it until both of her eyes squinted in pleasure.
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