The Eastern Lord, Gu Zhihan (Part 2)

"Your scent of blood is so strong that even my keen nose can't ignore it," murmured Murong Yu.

Gu Zhihan surveyed Murong Yu briefly before commanding, "Let's go!"

"Shuan, take us to the estate on Prosper Street," Murong Yu instructed.

Shuan, who had just been sent flying by Gu Zhihan moments ago, was terrified. Hearing Murong Yu's orders, he immediately climbed back up and drove the carriage.

Within half an hour, they arrived at the small estate.

"You may..." Murong Yu's words were cut off as Gu Zhihan suddenly collapsed beside her.

"My lady!" Both Aman and Amei, who had been anxious throughout the journey, immediately leaped forward to shield Murong Yu, glaring fiercely at the fallen man.

Despite the tense atmosphere, Murong Yu felt that Gu Zhihan bore no ill intentions toward her, which kept her calm. Seeing him faint, she stepped forward to examine his condition.

Turning Gu Zhihan's face towards her, she was reminded of a banquet where she had been utterly captivated by his striking appearance. Who would have thought a man could be so extraordinarily handsome without displaying the slightest hint of effeminacy? Yet, he was a mortal enemy of Ji Chengxuan, each man ambitiously plotting against the other.

Aman and Amei knew nothing of the political intricacies; they were simply terrified. Aman exclaimed, "My lady, what are you doing? Let's get out of this carriage!"

Murong Yu had given Gu Zhihan a quick examination before being helped out of the carriage. She said, "He's already unconscious. Shuan, go call Mr. Huang. We need to get him into the estate."

"My lady, you're going to help him?" Aman asked hurriedly.

"My lady, let's leave!" Amei was equally anxious.

Murong Yu couldn't possibly leave. This was a rare opportunity. By saving Gu Zhihan, she didn't ask for anything but a return favor. Even if Ji Chengxuan, that lunatic, turned against her, both the House of Murong and the House of Lord Li could still be counted upon.

"This is a life we're talking about. Saving one life is more meritorious than doing charity. How could I just ignore it?" Murong Yu said, directing the servants.

In Murong Yu's past life, Gu Zhihan had surely suffered similar injuries. Although she hadn't encountered him then, he'd risen to be the Eastern Lord, a man above all. This time, she had the chance to lend him a helping hand when he needed it most. 

After ensuring no one had noticed, Murong Yu led the trembling Aman and Amei into the estate. This was her private haven. When Murong Yu had nothing to do, she would come here often. It was filled with rare flowers, exotic birds, and even a couple of cats and a dog.

Yet, it was the first time Murong Yu came here after her rebirth. But, this was not the time to enjoy the scenery. As they entered, Aman pulled Murong Yu back. "My lady, we should leave. Just allowing him to stay here is more than enough!"

"Indeed, my lady, this man is no simple character. We should avoid getting involved in complicated affairs," Amei added anxiously.

"He might have taken me hostage, but he did no harm. Even before fainting, he removed the dagger from my neck," Murong Yu said, disregarding their concerns as she stepped into the room.

Ji Chengxuan, the Northern Lord, was feared by all, but Gu Zhihan, the Eastern Lord, was an enigma among the four lords. Regardless of how inscrutable he was, Murong Yu had saved him, and he owed her a favor, whether he liked it or not.