Important

Maybe.

Zhao Shuning felt that she had said enough.

After all, a single Gu Qingqing was more than enough to make Gu Han feel uncomfortable.

If he knew the truth behind it, and was able to make Gu Hanshi see how terrible his past actions were, then the death of Gu Qingqing would bring more than just hatred to Gu Hanshi.

The sky.

It slowly dimmed down.

The palace maids stood guard around the pavilion, not daring to move at all.

Zhao Shuning also stood quietly by Gu Han's side.

At night.

The breeze blew gently.

Zhao Shuning couldn't help but sneeze.

Only then did Gu Han raise his head.

By this time, it was already very late.

They only had morning tea, lunch and dinner, but they did not eat.

"You got a cold?"

"No, it's just that the night wind is a bit chilly. Let's go back."

Gu Han looked around and said, "Servants, prepare dinner first."

"Yes."