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Chapter 743 You don't trust him?

The carriage of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion drove into the mansion gate in the deep night.

The silence throughout the journey almost froze the air inside the carriage.

Chu Ruohan held her daughter's hand tightly, without saying a word, while Gu Qingchen leaned on his mother's shoulder, staring motionlessly at the street scene rushing past the car window.

Returning to his familiar courtyard, washing away the fatigue and chill, Gu Qingchen changed into soft pajamas, but felt no sleepiness.

She dismissed all the servants and sat alone on the soft couch by the window, staring blankly at the bare osmanthus tree outside.

The chill of the cliff bottom, the assassin's murderous intent, Zhao Chen'an's mad actions, and that strange black iron tiger talisman—scenes flashed through her mind, leaving her in a state of utter confusion.

A series of light footsteps approached from afar and stopped outside her door.

"it's me."

Qian Zhenyun's gentle voice came through the door.

Gu Qingchen's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she got up and opened the door.

Qian Zhenyun, dressed in a blue robe, stood quietly in the lantern light and shadow under the corridor. Seeing that she was safe and sound, a trace of genuine relaxation finally appeared in his usually calm eyes.

He lifted the food box in his hand, a familiar faint smile appearing on his lips.

"I heard you took His Highness the Crown Prince to experience what it's like to be a divine couple, but the way you descended to earth was a bit too intense."

As he spoke, he walked into the house, placed the food box on the table, and skillfully took out a bowl of steaming almond milk from it.

Gu Qingchen rolled her eyes in exasperation at his joke, but the knot in her heart inexplicably loosened a bit.

She walked to the table, sat down, picked up a spoon, and said irritably, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll dump this whole bowl of almond milk on your head."

"Then I'll be at a huge loss."

Qian Zhenyun sat down opposite her, his gaze falling on the unsightly bandage on her arm. The smile in his eyes faded, replaced by a heavy expression.

"Next time you encounter something like this, don't try to be brave."

He looked at her, his tone more serious than ever before.

"Living is more important than anything else."

Gu Qingchen paused in stirring the sweet soup in her bowl. She looked up and met those eyes, her heart warmed, and she nodded heavily.

Just then, a maid announced from outside the courtyard: "Miss, Young Master Lin has come to visit."

Qian Zhenyun's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. He picked up his teacup, lowered his eyes, and concealed the expression in them.

Gu Qingchen's expression instantly turned cold.

A moment later, Lin Jiayou, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, walked in hurriedly.

As soon as he entered, his face showed just the right amount of anxiety and concern, and his gaze fell directly on Gu Qingchen.

"Qingchen, I was so worried when I heard you were frightened. Are you alright?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, seemingly wanting to hold her hand to offer comfort.

Gu Qingchen subtly picked up the almond milk from the table and turned away to avoid his approach.

Lin Jiayou's outstretched hand awkwardly froze in mid-air.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Lin, I'm fine." Gu Qingchen's voice was polite but distant. The term "Young Master Lin" acted like an invisible wall, instantly widening the distance between the two.

Lin Jiayou's concerned expression froze for a moment. He slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over Qian Zhenyun, who was calmly drinking tea to the side, a shadow of gloom flashing across his eyes.

He looked at Gu Qingchen, his smile still gentle, but the warmth in his eyes had receded like the tide, leaving only a cold scrutiny.

He could tell that her attitude towards him had changed.

"What exactly happened? Why was it so dangerous?" Lin Jiayou sat down, his tone seemingly just casual concern.

Gu Qingchen scooped a spoonful of almond milk and put it in his mouth, but the sweet taste couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart.

She recalled her father's and Zhao Chen'an's instructions, and simply replied, "It was just an accident, nothing to mention."

These seemingly casual words caused Lin Jiayou's fingertips to curl slightly on his knees.

Accident?

He looked at her indifferent profile and sneered inwardly.

There aren't that many coincidences and accidents in this world.

Would the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, the future emperor, so easily "fall off a cliff"?

She's guarding against him.

"It's good that you're alright." Lin Jiayou stood up, his face regaining its gentle and refined gentlemanly demeanor.

"You've just escaped danger, you must be tired, so I won't bother you any longer. You should get some rest."

Gu Qingchen didn't even lift his eyelids, only giving a low "hmm".

Lin Jiayou gave her a deep look, nodded slightly to Qian Zhenyun, and then turned and left.

Only after his figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate did Gu Qingchen finally put down the spoon in her hand, her delicate brows furrowing tightly.

Qian Zhenyun put down his teacup and said softly, "You don't trust him?"

Gu Qingchen shook his head, then nodded, his voice muffled: "I don't know, Gun Gun, I just feel that everything is different from before."