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

This question is direct and makes no attempt to hide anything.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the three of them breathing.

Looking into her clear eyes, Yang Guo nodded solemnly without hesitation: "Yes."

Just this one word.

No unnecessary explanations, no fancy promises.

But that sincere solemnity was more real than any words.

Little Dragon Girl gazed at him for a long time before finally letting out a soft "Mmm".

She stood up and walked towards the door.

The white robes fluttered gently in the afterglow of the setting sun, like clouds and mist.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turning her back to the two of them.

"Take good care of yourself and recover." Her voice was still cool, but it seemed to carry a hint of something. "If I can convince myself, I'll come back in a few days..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white drifted away and disappeared into the twilight outside the door.

The room fell silent.

Guo Fu stood there stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

She looked at Yang Guo, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Brother Yang, she..."

Yang Guo held her hand and whispered, "Fu-mei, Miss Long... she is also an important person in my heart. In the Ancient Tomb, we spent every day together, practicing martial arts together. She is aloof and not good at expressing herself, but she has a pure heart and is very good to me."

He paused, looking into Guo Fu's eyes: "Can you...get along well?"

Guo Fu bit her lip, a look of grievance flashing in her eyes.

Of course she felt wronged.

From childhood to adulthood, she had everything she wanted.

The family background is top-notch; the maternal grandfather is one of the Five Masters of the World.

But it was precisely in this matter concerning Brother Yang that she had to learn to share.

Li Mochou, Lu Wushuang, Wanyan Ping, Yelü Yan... and now there's Xiaolongnu.

On what grounds?

But as soon as the thought arose, she suppressed it herself.

To save her, Brother Yang ventured alone into the enemy camp, suffering a fatal blow from a poisoned palm strike.

Does he even need to doubt his own feelings?

Mother is right, Brother Yang is no ordinary man.

He couldn't possibly have only one person by his side.

Since you've chosen to be with him, you have to accept everything about him.

Guo Fu took a deep breath, raised her head, and although there were tears in her eyes, she tried to smile: "I...I'll try."

Yang Guo felt a warmth in his heart and gently embraced her.

"Fu-mei, thank you."

Guo Fu buried her face in his chest and muttered softly, "Don't be biased."

"No favoritism."

"You have to be good to me."

"It's for your own good."

"That Miss Long... her martial arts are much better than mine. Can you teach me? I don't want to lose so badly next time."

Yang Guo asked, puzzled, "How do you know her martial arts skills are much better than yours?"

Seeing that Yang Guo was unaware, Guo Fu told him about her duel with Xiaolongnu the day before.

The text focuses on how Xiaolongnu easily defeated her, how she humiliated her, and how she lost face.

"It's all your fault, Brother Yang. Why did you go to find my mother and not be there? If you had been there, I definitely wouldn't have run away, and I wouldn't have run into those bad guys. So you have to teach me martial arts properly, okay?"

After listening, Yang Guo chuckled and said, "Alright, I'll teach you."

Guo Fu was finally satisfied and snuggled closer to him.

Ten minutes later.

Guo Fu lifted her head from Yang Guo's embrace, her eyes still a little red, but a smile had already appeared on her face.

"Brother Yang, you should rest well. I'll go and brew some more medicine for you."

She stood up and added, "Mother said your injury requires rest, so don't overexert yourself."

Yang Guo nodded: "Go."

Guo Fu walked to the door, glanced back at him, saw Yang Guo's smiling face, and then pushed the door open and left.

The room fell silent.

Yang Guo leaned against the headboard, gazing at the flickering candlelight, a smile still playing on his lips.

Although Fu'er is jealous, she is simple-minded and can be easily coaxed.

She meant what she said just now.

Just then, I heard soft footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open again.

Two figures walked in one after the other—Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang.

Cheng Ying walked ahead, wearing a light blue dress, her long hair tied up, her features gentle and graceful.

She maintained the composure of a "senior sister" on her face and walked with ease, but when her eyes fell on Yang Guo, she could not hide the worry in them.

Lu Wushuang didn't care about any of that.

The moment she saw Yang Guo, her eyes reddened. She rushed to the bedside, threw herself onto the edge of the bed, and grasped Yang Guo's hand.

"Brother Yang! You scared me to death! I heard you stormed into the Mongol camp alone and were even hit by a poisoned palm strike, I...I..."

As she spoke, tears began to fall.

Yang Guo's heart softened. He reached out and wiped away her tears, smiling, "Why are you crying? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

"All right?" Lu Wushuang glared at him, tears still streaming down her face. "Look at you, you're injured. Is this what you call 'all right'?"

Yang Guo pinched her cheek: "And now? Look, I can pinch you now, doesn't that prove I'm fine?"

Lu Wushuang was both amused and wanted to cry, and finally glared at him fiercely, but couldn't bear to let go of his hand.

Cheng Ying stood by the bed, looking at her cousin's appearance, feeling both gratified and conflicted.

Thankfully, my cousin finally has someone to rely on and is no longer a helpless orphan.

The complicated part is that... the person who gave her this support is also the one who makes her feel uneasy.

"Your martial aunt is here too?" Yang Guo looked at her, a smile in his eyes. "I'm sorry to have worried you, martial aunt. It's all my fault."

Cheng Ying blushed and turned her face away: "Who...who was worried about you? I came with Wushuang."

"Is that so?" Yang Guo smiled meaningfully, then suddenly reached out and grasped Cheng Ying's hand.

Cheng Ying froze.

She tried to pull her hand away, but Yang Guo held it tightly, and she couldn't pull it away at all.

Furthermore, she dared not exert too much force, for fear of aggravating Yang Guo's wound, and also for fear that her cousin would see her making too much of a movement.

But Lu Wushuang was standing right next to the bed, how could she not see him?

Cheng Ying's face instantly turned bright red, the redness extending all the way to her ears.

She kept her head down, her eyelashes trembling slightly, not daring to look at anyone.

Yang Guo found her appearance amusing and deliberately said:

"Why are your hands so cold, Uncle-Master? Have you been standing outside for too long?"

"No...no..." Cheng Ying's voice was barely audible.

Lu Wushuang watched this clearly from the side and chuckled to herself.

Cousin, you're usually so smart, how come you become so dumb in front of Brother Yang?

He was clearly flirting with you, but you took it seriously.

But knowing her cousin was easily embarrassed, she didn't point it out. She just lowered her head and pretended to wipe away tears, but couldn't help but smile slightly.

Yang Guo held Cheng Ying's hand, feeling her delicate skin and slight trembling, and his heart softened.

This woman clearly had feelings for him, but dared not express them due to their seniority.

That restraint, that forbearance, is all the more captivating.

"Uncle-Master," he said softly, his tone gentle, "I'm sorry to have worried you. I promise it won't happen again."

Cheng Ying looked up and met his serious gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lu Wushuang seized the opportunity and said, "Cousin, why don't you keep Brother Yang company for a while? I'll go get him a glass of water."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

"Wushuang!" Cheng Ying cried out anxiously, trying to call out to her.

Without turning her head, Lu Wushuang walked quickly and left the house in the blink of an eye, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.