But Gu Bailu’s blame was in fact misplaced.

  When Feng Qingtian returned with food, he could tell from her expression that she was still annoyed.

  Anyone in her shoes would be annoyed.

  Gu Bailu pouted and asked, “Tell me. What heinous things have I done to deserve divine retribution?”


  Feng Qingtian petted her in amusement. “You’re too kindhearted to do anything heinous. You just kidnapped me. Have some porridge.”


  “Do the heavens hate me for kidnapping you?” Gu Bailu opened her mouth so that Feng Qingtian could feed her.

  Then, Feng Qingtian lowered his head and kissed away the leftovers on her lips.

  Gu Bailu blushed and her ears turned red.

  They hadn’t been intimate for a long time. She still vividly remembered her declaration that they were separated, and she wasn’t prepared for this at all.

  “There was some on your lips. No food should be wasted, or it may infuriate the heavens,” said Feng Qingtian solemnly.

  Gu Bailu secretly cursed his shamelessness.

  Do you think I’m a three-year-old? I won’t be forever scared of the heavens after just one divine retribution.

  “Hmph. I’ll get back at the heavens when I have the chance.”


  “It’s high time that we got back at them.” Feng Qingtian turned cold, and was so chilly that Gu Bailu got goosebumps.

  She waved her hand in front of his eyes. “I was only kidding. Don’t take it seriously.”


  Feng Qingtian grabbed her hand, which was still cold after a night of sleep.

  “I won’t let them go for being so terrible to us. But enough of that. Finish the porridge before it gets cold. I’ll take you to the cottage. It has floor heating.”


  Qin Shou had sent Gu Bailu to this room because it was the closest room to the scene of the accident.

  There was no heating in this room, and it was a little cold in the winter.

  “Are you alright now?”


  Her feet still hurt, but Feng Qingtian was already walking around and looking after her even though he had been hurt worse.

  She would feel sorry for him if he was only pretending to be strong.

  “My recovery ability is better than yours. Don’t worry about me,” Feng Qingtian kissed her forehead and said with a smile.

  Actually, he didn’t seem injured at all. His face was a healthy red and as breathtaking as before.

  Gu Bailu was annoyed that her feet still hurt when he had already recovered.

  If he could recover so quickly, Gu Yunjing should probably be fine too. They were both equally tough.

  “So, why don’t you take me to Yan Anchun?”


  Gu Bailu finished the porridge very quickly; she had indeed been hungry.

  Feng Qingtian put thick clothes on her first and then covered her in a cloak made from fox fur, before he carried her out of the room.

  It was freezing outside. Though it was a sunny day, everything was bleak, chilly and lifeless.

  But thanks to the great gardeners in Prince Zi’s house, there were no bare trees or fallen leaves even though it was winter.

  Feng Qingtian gave her a handwarmer and said, “You lack nutrition; that’s why your hands are cold in winter. I’ll ask Mr. Xiao to give you some good tonics.”


  “Let him focus on Yan Anchun first. She wouldn’t have turned into this if not for me……” said Gu Bailu in a low voice.

  She deeply regretted that she had wanted Yan Anchun to die before.