No matter what, he couldn't let any trouble happen in their house.
Gu Jiao grabbed him with both hands and took him to Gu Xiaoshun's room.
The old lady hit him without mercy, a large bump rose on his head, and a bit of blood seeped out. Gu Jiao medicated him and wrapped it with a bandage.
Next, Gu Jiao took out a silver needle and pricked a few points on his acupoint.
The Duke of An slowly opened his eyes.
Though the Duke of An's features were not extraordinarily delicate, there was an attractive air about him that would make anyone fall for him.
His eyes were very charming, only his gaze seemed somewhat amiss.
Gu Jiao looked at him curiously and waved in front of his eyes.
He didn't react.
What's the situation?
Is he blind?
At this time, it was dark outside and in the room was lit by a dim oil lamp.
Gu Jiao turned up the wick to make it brighter, but he still could not see.