Jiang Ning thought for a moment: "Should we drink it all anyway?"
Gufeng, taking small steps, followed beside her and whispered: "Seventh Miss might have to suffer a bit this time."
Jiang Ning laughed: "This is nothing, 'Be willing to be flayed, dare to pull the Emperor off his horse.'"
Gufeng's eyes sparkled: "Well said."
Jiang Ning glanced back at him.
Gufeng was frowning: "I can't bear to see Seventh Miss suffer. If the General and the Prime Minister find out, they will be angry."
"Don't tell them."
"How is that possible?"
"True." Jiang Ning thought for a moment, "When the time comes, I'll cook some dishes for them to taste, and they'll calm down. If Uncle punishes you, I'll speak up for you."
Gufeng grinned: "I'm not afraid of that. The main thing is that Seventh Miss is safe and sound."
"With you around, I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Seventh Miss, you're so good to me." Gufeng's eyes welled up with tears.
