Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

Yang Guo turned around, saw Guo Fu, and frowned: "Sister Fu? What brings you here?"

"Why am I here?" Guo Fu trembled with anger. "If I hadn't come, how would I have witnessed this scene?!"

She pointed at Wanyan Ping: "Who...who is she? What...what are you doing?!"

Yang Guo stood up, his expression calm: "I'm treating her wounds. She was shot in the chest with an arrow, and the wound needs to be dressed several times a day."

"Healing?" Guo Fu's voice trembled. "Does healing require taking off all your clothes? Does it require touching with your hands? Yang Guo! Are you still going to lie to me?!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled with sobs:

"This afternoon you told me you made a bet with Li Mochou... And now? How do you explain this? And who is this woman? Why...why are you doing this to me?!"

Wanyan Ping quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself, and said urgently, "Miss Guo, you've misunderstood! Brother Yang is really just healing my wounds..."

"Shut up!" Guo Fu shrieked. "You have no right to speak here!"

She stared at Yang Guo, tears streaming down her face:

"Yang Guo, for you, I waited outside the city every day for almost a month! For you, I argued with Brother Da Wu and Brother Xiao Wu! For you... I even..."

She couldn't continue, turned around, and ran out of the room crying.

"Fu-mei!" Yang Guo wanted to chase after her, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the wound that was not yet fully bandaged.

With tears in her eyes, Wanyan Ping said, "Brother Yang, you must go and explain to Miss Guo..."

Yang Guo shook his head: "I'll finish bandaging you first."

He sat down again and continued to apply medicine and bandage Wanyan Ping.

The movements remained gentle.

Looking at his focused profile, Wanyan Ping felt a surge of complex emotions.

She felt both the warmth of being protected and the self-reproach of causing trouble for Yang Guo.

"Brother Yang... I'm so sorry..." she choked out in a low voice, "It's all my fault... If I hadn't been injured, Miss Guo wouldn't have misunderstood..."

After Yang Guo finished bandaging her, he draped an outer garment over her shoulders and said gently, "It's not your fault. Fu-mei is spoiled by nature; this was bound to happen sooner or later."

Wanyan Ping looked up at him, her eyes filled with worry: "But Miss Guo, she..."

"I'll handle it." Yang Guo stood up. "You get some rest, I'll come back tomorrow to change your dressing."

He turned and walked out of the room, but instead of immediately chasing after Guo Fu, he headed towards Huang Rong's courtyard.

Some things need to be handled calmly.

At that moment, Guo Fu was running out of the west courtyard crying.

She was filled with pain and anger, and tears blurred her vision, making it impossible for her to see the road ahead.

"Fu-mei?"

A voice came.

Guo Fu looked up and saw Da Wu and Xiao Wu standing not far away.

"Fu-mei, why are you crying?" Wu Dunru strode forward, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, but feigning concern. "Did Yang Guo... bully you?"

Guo Fu bit her lip and remained silent.

Seeing this, Wu Xiuwen added fuel to the fire, saying, "Sister Fu, we just saw Yang Guo heading towards the west courtyard... Was he going to find those two women?"

Guo Fu could no longer hold back and burst into tears:

"He...he was healing that woman...that woman...wasn't wearing any clothes...his hands...his hands were on her body..."

She was rambling, but Da Wu and Xiao Wu understood her perfectly.

Wu Dunru was secretly delighted, but feigned anger: "What?! Yang Guo actually did such a thing!"

"Fu-mei," Wu Xiuwen pressed on, "now you see his true colors, don't you? What healing? It's clearly just an excuse! He's a womanizer!"

Guo Fu cried even harder.

Wu Dunru patted her on the shoulder, his tone "sincere":

"Fu-mei, don't cry. It's not worth it for someone like that."

"Yes, Sister Fu," Wu Xiuwen chimed in, "Look at us brothers, we grew up with you since we were little, and we've always been devoted to you..."

Upon hearing this, Guo Fu abruptly raised her head, her swollen, red eyes glaring at them:

"You...you're bad people too! All you do is talk bad about Brother Yang!"

After she finished speaking, she pushed the two of them away and ran back to her own yard crying.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu stood still and exchanged a glance.

"It seems that Sister Fu still can't let go of Yang Guo," Wu Dunru said in a deep voice.

"Damn it, is Yang Guo really that good?" A cold glint flashed in Wu Xiuwen's eyes.

……

After leaving Wanyan Ping's house, Yang Guo passed through several courtyards and arrived at a quiet courtyard on the east side—Huang Rong's residence.

Yang Guo paused for a moment in front of the door, then gently knocked.

"Who is it?" Huang Rong's voice came from inside the house.

"Master, it's me, Guo'er."

There was a moment of silence in the room, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The door was opened a crack, and Huang Rong stood behind it.

She was clearly ready to rest, wearing only a nightgown and a thin gauze robe over it, her hair loosely tied up with a few strands falling over her shoulders.

Upon seeing Yang Guo, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, and she instinctively tightened her clothes.

"Guo'er? What's the matter so late?"

"There are some things I'd like to ask you, Master." Yang Guo said calmly, squeezing into the room without waiting for Huang Rong's invitation.

"Hey, you..." Huang Rong couldn't stop Yang Guo, so she had to close the door behind her.

She felt a little nervous.

It's so late at night, a man and a woman alone in a room, what if someone saw them...?

Moreover, there are those unclear and ambiguous relationships between them.

Yang Guo, however, seemed oblivious to her nervousness. He walked straight to the table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Huang Rong stood by the door, watching him calmly pour tea, feeling both annoyed and amused.

I had no choice but to follow them to the table and sit down.

As soon as she sat down, a moon-white undergarment could be vaguely seen beneath her outer robe, and as the collar opened slightly, a delicate collarbone was revealed.

The milky white snowflakes were also faintly visible.

"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry, coming to see your master so late at night?"

Yang Guo's gaze swept over Huang Rong's slightly nervous profile. He chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, he said seriously:

"There are two things. The first is about Fu-mei."

He briefly recounted what had just happened at Wanyan Ping's place.

How Guo Fu stumbled upon him healing Wan Yanping's wounds, how they misunderstood each other, and how she ran away crying.

Huang Rong listened quietly, her brows slightly furrowed.

"That girl, Fu'er, is a bit spoiled."

Huang Rong sighed softly, "But it's no wonder she misunderstood. The way you... treated Miss Wanyan's wounds was indeed easy to arouse people's imaginations."

Yang Guo said frankly, "Miss Wanyan has been shot in the chest with an arrow, and her injury is extremely serious. If the dressing is not changed and cleaned every day, it may become infected and worsen. I have a clear conscience."

Huang Rong looked into his clear eyes, and her heart fluttered slightly.

……