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Chapter 251 It seems the Emperor is quite lenient with this "rebel".

Gu Chengyan looked down at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Why make things difficult for yourself?"

The guards had already surrounded them, holding torches, and completely encircled the two. Gu Chengyan waved his hand, signaling them to step back.

"You may all leave. The lady will not run away again."

The guards looked at each other, but still respectfully withdrew.

As Chu Ruohan watched their departing figures, the hope in her heart, like the receding flames, gradually dimmed.

Gu Chengyan carried her through the courtyard and back to the room where she was imprisoned.

He carefully placed her on the bed, squatted down, and reached out to check her sprained ankle.

Chu Ruohan seemed to have been provoked and reflexively dodged away.

Gu Chengyan raised his head, looked into her hateful eyes, and gave a bitter and helpless smile: "I know you hate me."

"Since you know that, you should stay away from me, so that one day I won't be so heartless as to send you to hell," Chu Ruohan said coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Gu Chengyan stood up, his tall figure looming over her, his tone carrying an inexplicable confidence, as if everything was under his control.

“You won’t have that chance. If you don’t treat your ankle, it will swell up so much you won’t be able to stand up tomorrow.”

Chu Ruohan sneered, her eyes filled with stubbornness, "I'd rather die in pain than have you touch me."

Gu Chengyan remained silent, and the air seemed to freeze.

A moment later, he turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind the words: "Since you don't want me to touch you, then let someone else apply the medicine for you."

Chu Ruohan watched his retreating figure and asked, "Can you imprison me for a lifetime?"

The door opened, leaving only the words, "It's not impossible."

"What a madman," Chu Ruohan muttered through gritted teeth.

A short while later, the door opened again.

An elderly woman walked in carrying a tray of medicine, followed by two maids carrying hot water.

"Madam." The woman bowed respectfully, her eyes lowered, avoiding eye contact with Chu Ruohan; she was merely there to complete her mission.

The maid placed hot water beside the bed, then carefully lifted Chu Ruohan's feet and gently placed them into the hot water.

As soon as she touched the hot water, Chu Ruohan couldn't help but gasp. The temperature of the hot water stimulated her sprained ankle, and the pain seemed to be amplified instantly.

But as my ankle gradually adapted to the water temperature, the pain slowly began to subside.

Chu Ruohan closed her eyes slightly, and her brows gradually relaxed.

The old woman stood aside, watching Chu Ruohan's changing expression, and silently began to prepare the ointment.

She carefully ground several herbs and mixed them together, her movements practiced yet mechanical.

After preparing the ointment, she scooped some out with a spoon, placed it in her palm, and gently rubbed it until it warmed slightly before applying it to Chu Ruohan.

At this moment, the pain in her ankle had lessened, and Chu Ruohan was already planning how to escape from this place.

She secretly glanced at the people around her and noticed that the two maids kept their heads down the whole time.

Although the old woman appeared calm, her eyes revealed a coldness and aloofness, and she seemed to be wary of Chu Ruohan's every move.

The old woman stepped forward, gently dried Chu Ruohan's ankle with a warm towel, then applied the ointment and began to massage it gently.

As the old woman massaged, the ointment gradually penetrated into her skin, and Chu Ruohan felt a cool sensation in her ankle, which lessened the pain.

But she knew that this temporary comfort was just an illusion, and if she couldn't escape as soon as possible, she would probably be trapped in this place forever.

Gu Junze must be frantically searching for her right now; I wonder if her parents have already heard the news.

"Where did Mom come from?" Chu Ruohan asked tentatively, her tone deliberately calm.

The old woman wiped Chu Ruohan's ankles and replied without looking up, "This old servant has been in the estate for many years, Madam, you don't need to ask any more questions."

Chu Ruohan smiled gently, "I'm just curious where this estate is, and how far it is from the capital?"

The old woman glanced at her warily. "Madam, please rest more and don't worry about these things."

"Third Master instructed that you take good care of Madam. The medicine has been applied. Please rest well, Madam. This old servant will come again tomorrow to change the medicine." The old woman tidied up the medicine tray and left the room with her maid.

The door slammed shut, the lock clicking loudly.

Chu Ruohan lay on her back on the bed and sighed. It seemed that Gu Chengyan kept a tight rein on the people here, and it wouldn't be easy to get information out of them.

But the old woman had just said "Third Master"...

The other maids all called Gu Chengyan "master," but only she knew that Gu Chengyan was the third son in the family.

It seems that this old woman comes from the Marquis of Anyang's manor, or that this estate originally belonged to the Marquis of Anyang's manor!

Judging from the time it took her to be knocked unconscious and then wake up, she should be not far from the capital...

Meanwhile, Gu Junze quietly sneaked into the prison in the dark of night, his figure as silent as a ghost.

Several soldiers had been drugged and were lying limp on the ground, their breathing steady.

Deep within the prison, the flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the stone walls.

Gu Junze followed the firelight, his footsteps echoing in the empty prison.

He turned a corner and stopped.

The sight before him made him frown slightly—it didn't look like a place where serious criminals were being held.

Inside the Marquis of Anyang's cell, there was a thick layer of straw covered with a brocade quilt. On the small table next to him were exquisite dishes and even a pot of wine.

Gu Junze sneered. It seemed that the Emperor was quite fond of this "rebel".

Marquis Anyang was leaning against the wall, lounging lazily. He wasn't surprised to see Gu Junze appear, as if he had expected him to come.

"You've come." Marquis Anyang's voice was calm, but his eyes flickered with a complex light.

Gu Junze stepped forward, gripped the iron bars of the cell door, and asked directly, "Where is Gu Chengyan?"

"I don't know."

Marquis Anyang calmly picked up the wine pot, poured himself a cup of wine, then raised an eyebrow, gesturing, "Come in and have a couple of drinks?"

Gu Junze was extremely anxious at the moment and had no time to drink with him.

He took out the key, opened the cell door, and walked straight to the Marquis of Anyang.

"Gu Chengyan took Chu Ruohan away." Gu Junze's voice was low and cold, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Marquis Anyang drank a cup of wine, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if savoring the sweetness of the wine, or perhaps considering something.

He put down his wine glass and looked up to look directly into Gu Junze's eyes.

“You don’t look like Anyang at all, but you have the same personality as her.”

"The mother and son appear cold on the outside, but their hearts are like a ball of fire. Once they fall in love, they are devoted and unwavering, and nothing can sway them."

Marquis Anyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a bitter smile.