Su Muwei was perceptive. When Gu Bailu mentioned that two of the dresses were in the crown prince’s residence, she had already wanted to ask the question.

  If there were two, why did she only have one of the dresses?

  Now that Gu Bailu brought it up again, Su Muwei’s heart jumped, and she felt that things weren’t simple.

  “Who was it given to? You? You’ve definitely earned it. I wouldn’t mind at all,” Su Muwei smiled lightly and replied generously.

  Gu Bailu chuckled. “I’m not good enough for the crown prince to give me such a nice dress. The other dress was given to my disciple.”


  Slightly surprised, Su Muwei smiled again. “Your disciple deserves it. Both of you helped treat me. Both the crown prince and I are grateful to you. If you like it, I can offer you this dress. I don’t have a lot of things to express my gratitude with.”


  “Don’t say that. The crown prince thinks so highly of you that you can have everything in this residence the moment you ask for them.”


  “That’s true. The crown prince is the only one who doesn’t despise my broken body. Your disciple must look good in this dress,” said Su Muwei gently.

  She came back to the topic.

  Gu Bailu was amused. I thought you really didn’t care, but you switched back to the topic so cleverly. You think I don’t know you’re worried about who has the other dress?

  “Well, my disciple is truly beautiful. As her master, even I find her extremely attractive. Also, now that she’s carrying the crown prince’s baby, he will cherish her even more.”


  Su Muwei’s expression froze. “What did you say? Whose baby is your disciple carrying?”


  “The crown prince’s. But don’t worry. My disciple isn’t interested in the crown prince. She wants to run away,” said Gu Bailu, as if she was here just to tell Su Muwei not to worry and that her disciple was no threat to her.

  Su Muwei was stupefied. She never thought that while this Daoist nun who had saved her was plain, the nun’s disciple had hooked up with the crown prince.

  The disciple was even pregnant?

  “How is that possible? Haven’t you only been here for half a month?”


  She trusted that the crown prince wouldn’t sleep with any other woman except Qian’er, who could have a baby to cure Su Muwei.

  What was the Daoist nun implying?

  “That’s right. We’ve only been here for half a month, but my disciple left the crown prince’s residence a few months ago. I brought her back to fix the problem.” Gu Bailu crossed her legs and finished her tea.

  Su Muwei glared at her furiously. “Don’t tell me that your disciple is Mo Qian’er.”


  That was the only possibility. It could only be that b*tch Mo Qian’er, who left the crown prince’s residence a few months earlier with the crown prince’s baby.

  She actually came back!

  Su Muwei was overwhelmed with fury, but she still refrained from screaming.

  The crown prince lied to her! He didn’t tell her that Mo Qian’er was back!

  So, the pills she took were made from Mo Qian’er’s blood. No wonder she got better.

  “You don’t seem to be fond of my disciple. She’s your lifesaver. It’s only because of her that you’re alive,” Gu Bailu said with an odd expression.

  “She’s indeed my lifesaver, and I was grateful to her at the beginning, but after she climbed into the crown prince’s bed, I no longer owe her anything.” Su Muwei calmed down and curled her lip. “It seems you’re here for a reason. Tell me: what do you want?”