The crescent moon slowly rose, and the courtyard gradually dimmed.
Everyone held their breath and stared anxiously at the door, silently praying for it to open quickly.
Under the watchful eyes of all, the door finally creaked open, slowly.
Gu Changsheng's step faltered as she crossed the threshold, and she stumbled.
"Madam!" Uncle Song called out, the first to rush forward and anxiously support her.
"I'm fine," Gu Changsheng said, her face pale as she shook her head, "Xiao Leizi, bring a bowl of the medicine inside and feed it to Han Qiu."
Hearing this, everyone's suspended hearts finally relaxed.
Dong Lei took the medicine inside, and Xiao Cui came out shortly after.
"Madam, we need to tend to the wounds on your back quickly..."
The two shocking wounds were indeed terrifying.
Outside the courtyard, the orderly sound of marching could be heard, with footsteps that were rhythmic and solid.
Gu Changsheng was startled. What was this about?