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Then he turned around, leaving He Yue with a broad and solid back.

He raised his head slightly, looking out the window at the distant mountains and sky. After a moment's silence, he spoke, "You've just woken up, and your body is still very weak. You need to be well nursed back to health. Just rest here peacefully for the time being."

After Mu Nanfeng finished speaking expressionlessly, he turned and left without hesitation.

His slender figure walked further and further away, but he showed no sign of lingering.

When he reached the door, he stopped and gave a solemn order to the men guarding the door: "Listen up, all of you! From now on, stay here and keep a close watch on this place. Don't allow Miss He to take even a single step out of the room! If anything goes wrong, you will be held accountable!"

After saying that, he glared at the guards fiercely and then left.

He Yue walked slowly towards the door with light steps, but just as she was about to step over the threshold, several figures suddenly flashed out like ghosts and blocked her way.

These men were tall and strong, wearing uniform black armor and holding sharp spears. They exuded a cold and majestic aura.

One of the guards looked at He Yue expressionlessly, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Miss He, please go inside and have a good rest. It's windy outside, so you shouldn't stay for long."

Although his words were polite, his tone was unquestionable, as if they would take tough measures if He Yue did not do as he was told.

He Yue closed the door and thought, "What should I do? I don't know how my mother and the others are doing. I really can't stay here any longer. I have to find a way to leave."

He Yue stood there, frowning, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. His mind was a mess, thinking over and over again about what he should do to ensure his own safety and successfully leave this dangerous place.

She knew very well that if she was not careful, she might end up in an irretrievable situation, but the situation was so complicated and difficult that she couldn't think of a perfect plan for a while.

In the magnificent and splendid imperial palace, sunlight shone through the carved window lattices onto the bed, illuminating Mu Han's slightly pale face.

After a long sleep, he finally opened his eyes slowly, and his consciousness gradually awakened from the chaos.

At this moment, Jiang Lingchuan, who had been waiting by the bed, immediately stepped forward, carefully stretched out his hands, gently but firmly supported Mu Han's shoulders, and helped him sit up slowly.

Jiang Lingchuan's eyes were filled with concern and joy, and he said with a trembling voice, "You finally woke up? I was so worried!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but hold Mu Han's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would fall into coma again.

Mu Han struggled to use his arms to support his body, which seemed to have been drained of all its strength. His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and even his lips had lost their former color. He looked extremely haggard and weak.

A slightly trembling voice came out of his mouth: "I...how long have I slept?" These few short words seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.

Jiang Lingchuan, with a solemn expression, walked to Mu Han's bedside, carrying a bowl of medicine that smelled strongly of medicine. He slowly sat down and gently placed the bowl on the bedside table. Then, with eyes filled with deep concern and worry, he looked at Mu Han, who was still unconscious, and said softly, "A whole day and night have passed. This time, you've been unconscious even longer than usual. The imperial physician specifically warned me that your physical condition can no longer withstand such excessive sadness and joy."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked Mu Han's paper-pale cheek, his eyes full of heartache and pity.

Jiang Lingchuan carefully picked up the bowl of steaming medicine, gently blew away the foam on the surface, then scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and brought it to Mu Han's mouth.

His focused and gentle gaze remained on Mu Han's pale face, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Mu Han opened her mouth slightly and slowly swallowed the spoonful of medicine. A bitter taste instantly filled her mouth, but she didn't frown.

After drinking the last sip of medicine, Mu Han looked up at Jiang Lingchuan, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes, and asked, "How is the matter I asked you to investigate going?"

Jiang Lingchuan put down the bowl and spoon in his hands, gently held Mu Han's hand, and comforted her: "Don't worry, there are some clues, but we need to investigate further to confirm."

He paused, then continued, "But don't worry, I've also sent people to keep an eye on the palace. As long as there's a chance, they'll definitely protect Miss He and the others."

After saying that, he held Mu Han's hand tightly, as if wanting to pass on strength and courage to him in this way.

Mu Han frowned tightly, his face full of worry. He murmured to himself, "I really hope they are all safe! When I think about them being in danger or getting hurt, my heart feels like it's being grabbed by an invisible hand. It hurts so much. God bless them, and make sure they are all well..."

As he spoke, he unconsciously raised his head and looked out the window, his eyes revealing deep concern and uneasiness.

Jiang Lingchuan stared at Mu Han closely, his sharp gaze piercing his soul as he questioned him word by word, "Do you like that woman named He Yue? And after you fell off the cliff and were injured, it was she who rescued you and pulled you back from the brink of life and death. You've been staying at her house ever since, right?"

When saying this, Jiang Lingchuan's voice unconsciously rose a few degrees, mixed with a hint of joy and worry that was difficult to conceal.

Mu Han sighed softly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and bitterness.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Lingchuan couldn't help but ask, "Since you like her so much, why have you kept these feelings buried deep in your heart? Why don't you muster up the courage to reveal your true identity to her? And why don't you decisively take her to your side and take good care of her?"

Mu Han shook his head. "When they rescued me, I did lose my memory. During the few days I spent with her, I knew she didn't like to judge others by their social status. She was so beautiful, and how could I, with my body, give her the best? I just wanted her to be safe and happy."

Jiang Lingchuan sighed and said, "No wonder you never even told me. If she hadn't been taken away by Mu Nanfeng this time, you would have buried this feeling deep in your heart!"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a guard's loud report: "Master Jiang, I have something to report!"