Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

Gu Qingzhi's eyelids twitched twice, and she suddenly had a very bad premonition in her heart. She immediately ignored all etiquette and grabbed Feng Yuhan and asked, "Where is he now?"

"It's in Longtu Pavilion. I'll take you there."

Gu Qingzhi felt her heart sink. Without caring about anything else, she followed Feng Yuhan and ran out of the mourning hall.

In fact, there was something wrong when Feng Zhanye suddenly asked her to investigate, but she ignored it. Now that she thinks about it, it is very likely to get her away.

Longtu Pavilion is where the palace collects extinct calligraphy and paintings and books. The nights here are extremely quiet and almost no one stays here, so the lights are rarely lit.

The two of them ran all the way to the bottom of the pavilion, and with the help of the moonlight, they saw a small white shadow on the fence about three or four feet above the ground.

When she saw that familiar figure with her own eyes, and saw him standing at the edge of the tall attic, which was about to collapse, Gu Qingzhi felt as if her heart was suddenly grasped by a big hand.

"When I found him just now, he was still sitting by the fence. How come he is already... Think of a solution quickly!"

Before Feng Yuhan could finish his words, he saw Gu Qingzhi had already started running towards Longtu Pavilion. Her movements were so fast that she almost grabbed the stairs outside the pavilion and climbed up like flying.

What caught his eye was Feng Zhanye's hands holding the fence. He leaned backward. If he just let go a little, all of this would be over.

For some reason, the look in Gu Fengping's eyes when he died in front of her suddenly flashed through her mind. Now, Feng Zhanye's eyes were filled with the same boundless despair as he had at that time.

"Come down." Her chest ached, and even her voice began to tremble.

Hearing Gu Qingzhi's voice, Feng Zhanye turned to look at her, but he suddenly let go of her, accidentally stepped on empty air, and fell down suddenly.

“Feng Zhan Ye!”

Gu Qingzhi didn't care about anything else and rushed forward. She hooked her feet on the fence, leaned half of her body out, and stretched out her hand to him.

Feng Yuhan, who was in the attic, even held his breath. He looked up at the shadow falling down and didn't dare to breathe.

Fortunately, he grabbed a wrist at the critical moment. Gu Qingzhi did not dare to be careless at all. She lifted him up with force. Only after she pulled him back into the fence safely did she realize that her heart was pounding.

"Seeking death is an act for cowards. Is this the only reason you want me to investigate?"

Anger surged up in her, and Gu Qingzhi used all her strength to grab the collar of the young man in front of her and questioned him loudly.

It was the first time that Feng Zhanye saw her so emotional. He felt aggrieved for a moment. Coupled with the extreme depression he had been experiencing during this period, his eyes turned red and tears fell uncontrollably.

"I didn't seek death."

He didn't realize that he was crying at all. He just felt his cheeks were wet and looked at Gu Qingzhi in confusion.

"what?"

Gu Qingzhi was stunned. She glanced to her side and saw an arrow feather sticking out of the ground.

She still didn't understand: "But you were clearly standing at..."

"I just wanted to come up to take a breath, but I was forced here by the assassin in the dark. I had no way to escape, so I stood outside the fence."

Feng Zhanye's tears kept falling. He didn't know what happened to Gu Qingzhi, but what he said was true.

Yes, if he wanted to die, he wouldn't have to wait until now. He could just take a bite of the poisoned Poria cocos cake and end his life.

Gu Qingzhi looked in the opposite direction of the arrow and saw a black shadow jumping off the eaves not far away in the cover of night. She then glanced at Feng Yuhan who was peeking out from the fence and realized how misled she had been.

The taut string finally relaxed, and Gu Qingzhi felt sweat all over. She no longer had time to care about who the assassin was. Looking at Feng Zhanye who was crying in front of her, she felt a little regretful that she had yelled at him without any reason.

She leaned over and hugged him, patting his back gently.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you."

After going through so many things in one day, Feng Zhanye was already on the verge of collapse. In addition, the vigil in the past few days did not allow him to make even a single wrong step. The extreme tension almost exhausted all his strength.

Now, being comforted by Gu Qingzhi's warm embrace and concerned tone, he could no longer bear it, and the high wall he had built in his heart collapsed.

His nose was aching and he started sobbing. Feng Zhanye clutched Gu Qingzhi's clothes tightly and sobbed softly in her arms.

Listening to Feng Zhanye's crying, Gu Qingzhi felt sad. The more sad he cried, the tighter she hugged him.

Hearing the voice, Feng Yuhan felt relieved, knowing that everything was probably fine. He shook his head, looked at the two of them deeply, and left Longtu Pavilion alone.

Feng Zhan Ye cried for a long time, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had endured in the past. Gu Qingzhi felt that her collar was wet from his crying. Although it was not very comfortable, she did not dare to let go.

She didn't know how long she had comforted him, she only remembered that the night grew darker and darker until every part of the palace was silent and the bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold silver glow.

"Azhi, I have nothing now. After leaving the palace, you should find another job and leave the villa."

Feng Zhanye rubbed his eyes which were swollen from crying, then looked up and said to Gu Qingzhi.

Gu Qingzhi lowered her head and looked at the young man in her arms. His eyes were sad and sincere, and he was seriously considering a way out for her.

She sighed for the first time, leaned against the pillar with him, pulled him to sit on the ground, looked at him seriously and asked: "In your eyes, am I the kind of person who forgets his principles when he sees profit?"

Feng Zhanye shook his head: "No."

"Then don't think about these problems." Gu Qingzhi raised her hand and wiped away the tears on his face. Her fingertips were cold, but her palms were warm.

Feng Zhanye lowered his eyes: "I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Qingzhi knew roughly what he was going to say. The boy in front of her was actually good in every way, but he always pushed others too far away in order to protect himself.

In fact, she knew that whether it was because he always thought of the worst or because he was stubborn, it was actually because he was afraid of losing.

She held his face in her hands and said word by word, "Feng Zhanye, I will not leave, and you don't have to worry about me leaving one day."

Gu Qingzhi's words fell into the young man's ears, and in those dark eyes was the certainty that made him feel most at ease.

"Azhi...you...why?" Feng Zhanye couldn't help but want to ask her the reason.

The person in front of him was so kind to him that he almost didn't ask for anything in return. He had never encountered such a kind of person in his life. It was like a piece of luck that fell from the sky and made him feel so unreal.

Gu Qingzhi couldn't tell him the truth, so she changed the subject and asked Feng Zhanye, "I heard Aunt Liu talk about the Seventh Prince before, and I didn't dare to ask you at that time, but now can you tell me, Concubine Hui, how was you wronged in the first place?"

Gu Qingzhi didn't mean to expose his scars at this time, but she felt that if she didn't tell him everything, he would never be able to completely release the depression in his heart.

Although Feng Zhanye didn't know why she suddenly asked this, he was silent for a moment, but still started talking.

"Since I was told that I had a bad fate when I was three years old, my mother and I have been living a very cautious life."

"Because the people who took care of me died one after another, I grew up in the back hall of my mother. I couldn't go out often. At most, I could only stroll in the garden of the back hall. And my mother almost isolated herself from the outside world because of me."

As Feng Zhanye spoke, he looked into the distance. Following the endless palaces, his vision gradually blurred, and it seemed that he had returned to the days when he lived with his mother.