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As she pondered, a faint sound came from outside the window. Nangong Shuang quickly stood alert, extinguishing the candlelight and hiding in the shadows.
The window was gently pushed open, and a figure slipped in quietly. Bathed in moonlight, Nangong Shuang recognized the visitor—it was Qing Zhu!
“Qing Zhu? What are you doing here?” Nangong Shuang asked in surprise.
Qing Zhu signaled for her to be quiet and whispered, “Hurry, pack your things. We must leave tonight! The Guo Residence is not safe; someone wants to kill you!”
Although Nangong Shuang had sensed something was amiss, hearing the confirmation still sent a chill through her heart. “Who is it?”
“Xing Er and her group are spies for the Shadow Pavilion. They poisoned the rouge, wine, and snacks; you were just too cautious to fall into their trap,” Qing Zhu said urgently. “But the more dangerous news is that Lord Guo's attitude has changed, and the Sixth Prince's appearance is no coincidence. You are caught in a whirlpool of conflicting forces; you must escape quickly!”
Nangong Shuang swiftly gathered her belongings but hesitated at the thought of Guo Chunyi. “But Miss Guo has just recovered. If I leave without permission…”
“Miss Guo is fine; she has already recovered,” Qing Zhu urged. “Right now, the most important thing is to preserve your life!”
Nangong Shuang nodded and followed Qing Zhu as they climbed out of the window. Under the cover of night, they quietly left the Guo Residence.
Just as they had not gone far, Nangong Shuang suddenly stopped. “Wait, I still have something unfinished.”
She took out a small porcelain vial containing remnants of Purple Butterfly Poison from her bosom and examined it closely, murmuring to herself, “The formula for this poison is identical to that used in the massacre of the Nangong Family, proving that the perpetrator is either the same person or organization. And Purple Butterfly Poison is unique to the Xiao Family—could it be that the Xiao Family is truly involved in the massacre?”
“Stop overthinking it; we need to leave now!” Qing Zhu urged.
Nangong Shuang tucked away the vial and quickly vanished into the night alongside Qing Zhu.
Meanwhile, in a concealed room within the Guo Residence, Xing Er knelt on the floor, trembling as she reported, “I’m incompetent; I let that girl escape!”
A cold voice echoed from the darkness. “It’s fine; she won’t get far. The Sixth Prince will come for her tomorrow; we can act then.”
“Yes, my lord!” Xing Er replied respectfully.
“Remember, under no circumstances should she meet Xiao Zhongyan. If they join forces, our plans will be ruined.”
“I understand!” Xing Er exited the room with a glint of malice in her eyes.
In another part of the Guo Residence, in Guo Chunyi’s room, a maid stood quietly by the window, gazing at the direction where Nangong Shuang had departed, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
“The remnants of the Nangong Family are quite lucky,” she sneered softly. “But this game has only just begun; you won’t escape my grasp…”
Spring sunlight slanted across the garden of Guo Residence, enhancing its vibrant colors with renewed life. In a pavilion surrounded by white jade railings, music filled the air while laughter and clinking glasses created a lively atmosphere.
“Today’s banquet serves two purposes: to celebrate my daughter’s recovery and to thank Nangong Shuang for her miraculous healing,” Lord Guo raised his wine cup high, his voice booming with gratitude. “If it weren’t for Nangong Shuang’s incredible medical skills, my daughter would likely…”
Madam Guo quickly interjected, "Master, please be cautious with your words! Today is a day of celebration; let us not speak of such inauspicious matters." Turning to Nangong Shuang, she continued warmly, "Nangong Shuang, your life-saving grace is something our Guo Family will never forget. Although we have prepared this banquet to express our gratitude, it is merely a small token of our appreciation."
"Madam, you flatter me," Nangong Shuang replied, dressed in a light blue gown that accentuated her graceful demeanor. Her expression was serene as she added, "As a healer, it is my duty to do my best; there is no need to speak of gratitude."
Her humble and appropriate words drew praise from all the guests present. Miss Qian watched Nangong Shuang with satisfaction from the side, secretly delighted that her maid was receiving such honor.
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