Gu Changqing's reaction was the same as Gu Chengfeng's, which was not surprising. After all, the scandal of Empress Jing stealing and burning the imperial edict had caused a huge stir back in the day. Although the Emperor managed to suppress the news, whispers had leaked among the noble families long before.
If Empress Jing had an imperial edict in her possession, the only one Gu Changqing could think of was that very edict.
Gu Changqing said, "Leave the matter of the imperial edict to me. Don't act rashly. It's important to deal with her, but..."
Your safety is more important.
Such mushy words were not something Gu Changqing could bring himself to say outright.
The night wind was a bit strong, and a tuft of Gu Jiao's hair stubbornly stuck up on top of her head.
Gu Changqing raised his hand and gently pressed down the tuft of her hair. As soon as he let go, it sprang back up defiantly!
Gu Changqing suddenly felt like laughing.