Jin Ziyuan stood at the door, whispering, "I'm leaving now, take care of yourself."
Gu Youyou thought to herself: I'm safer now that you're gone.
"Go quickly, and be careful yourself. It's better to be caught by the emperor than by the State Preceptor. If you fall into his hands again, you'll probably turn stupid again."
Jin Ziyuan, recalling those years when he had been a fool, suddenly grew somber.
Just as he was making a gesture of farewell, both Jin Ziyuan and Gu Youyou frowned at the same time.
Oh no, Jin Ziyuan had dawdled too long, and Jin Zijin had arrived.
Gu Youyou hid in the water barrel, trapped and unable to move. If the two of them started fighting, she couldn't even break it up, which spelled trouble.
Jin Ziyuan's face turned stern, and with an outstretched hand, he grasped a short sword.
As he parried another blow, Gu Youyou heard the jarring clash of weapons.
Jin Zijin had really come, and without a word, drew his weapon.
