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Chapter 595 Qian Gungun, you're so good to me!

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice, casting dappled silver light on the desk.

Chu Ruohan had already gone back to her room to rest before she had even finished copying the text a hundred times today.

Gu Qingchen lay slumped on the table, his eyelids so heavy they felt like they were weighed down by two weights. The brush in his hand was no longer under his control, leaving ink dots on the rice paper.

She yawned, rubbed her sore eyes, and muttered under her breath, "I should have known better than to try to be a hero. This copy of 'Women's Instructions' is so bad it's making me stupid."

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a soft rustling sound outside the window.

Gu Qingchen instantly snapped to attention, his ears perking up alertly.

She held her breath and quietly turned her head. She saw the window being gently pushed open a crack from the outside, and a dark figure was clumsily climbing inside.

There's a thief!

Alarm bells rang in her mind. She silently slid off the chair, grabbed the heaviest inkstone on the table, and crouched down, moving step by step toward the window.

Just then, the dark figure stepped in with one leg and was about to roll over and land.

Gu Qingchen seized the opportunity, raised the inkstone, and smashed it down!

"Ouch! Ouch! Don't hit me, it's me!" A familiar voice, trembling with tears, rang out.

Gu Qingchen's wrist paused, and the inkstone hovered in mid-air. She took a closer look by the moonlight and realized the dark figure was none other than Qian Zhenyun.

He covered his head, which had been hit by the window frame, with one hand, and rubbed his shoulder, which had almost been hit, wincing in pain.

"Gun Gun?" Gu Qingchen was both surprised and delighted. She quickly dropped the inkstone and helped him down from the windowsill. "Why are you here?"

After regaining his balance, Qian Zhenyun, ignoring the pain, carefully took out a small package wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Gu Qingchen: "Sister, this is for you. You must have been craving something sweet while you were locked in the room."

Gu Qingchen curiously opened the handkerchief and saw several pieces of osmanthus cake and a few candied fruits that she usually loved to eat.

Next to the pastries, there was a small cage made of woven grass leaves, inside which a bright green cricket was chirping.

Her eyes lit up instantly, all the grievances she had suffered during the day and the boredom of copying books vanished, leaving only a heart full of emotion.

"Qian Gun Gun, you're so good to me!" Gu Qingchen hugged Qian Zhenyun tightly and kissed his chubby cheeks.

The warm, soft touch made Qian Zhenyun freeze instantly, his face flushing red to his ears. He stammered, "Um, sister, men and women shouldn't touch each other..."

"What do you mean by 'beasts' and 'kissing'!" Gu Qingchen didn't understand at all, thinking he was just spouting some bookish wisdom again, and patted his back generously, "I love pandas the most!"

Qian Zhenyun: "..."

It seems my sister hasn't learned any of these rules.

He pulled out a thin notebook from his pocket and stuffed it into Gu Qingchen's hand.

"Sister, this is a copy of 'Women's Instructions' that I made. Don't worry, I copied it from your usual handwriting. If you hand this in, your aunt won't be able to tell the difference."

Gu Qingchen took the notebook, opened it, and saw that the handwriting was crooked and uneven, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and it was seven or eight parts similar to his own handwriting. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell the difference at all.

She looked up in shock at the chubby boy in front of her, who had a serious expression and beads of sweat on his nose.

“Gun Gun,” Gu Qingchen’s voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with adoration, “My adoration for you is beyond words!”

Qian Zhenyun was a little embarrassed by her praise, and his cheeks turned even redder. He scratched his head and said, "I... I was just worried that you were too tired, sister."

Gu Qingchen felt warm and tender inside. She pulled Qian Zhenyun to sit down on her embroidered stool and pushed the osmanthus cake towards him.

"Eat something quickly. You must be starving after climbing over the wall in the middle of the night."

Qian Zhenyun quickly waved his hand: "No, no, this is for you."

"Eat it when I tell you to!" Gu Qingchen said without giving him a chance to explain, picking up a piece and stuffing it into his mouth.

Qian Zhenyun choked a little, so he had to chew it in small bites. The sweet fragrance of osmanthus spread in his mouth, easing the chill of the night.

Gu Qingchen picked up a piece of candied fruit herself, and while eating it, she asked in a low voice, "Your mother didn't punish you today, did she? I saw you standing in a horse stance during the day, and your face turned pale."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhenyun's face immediately fell. He rubbed his thigh and said with a bitter expression, "I was punished. I had to do an extra set of boxing techniques today. My mother said my movements weren't right, so she made me squat for an extra half hour. Sister, my legs don't even feel like my own anymore."

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Gu Qingchen felt both sorry for him and amused.

She reached out and poked Qian Zhenyun's arm: "Aunt Song is really something, you're not cut out for martial arts. When I get out, I'll tell her to stop pressuring you."

"You should take care of yourself first," Qian Zhenyun said softly. "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince is also locked up in the East Palace and can't even leave the courtyard. I heard that he's been copying books every day until his wrists are swollen."

Upon hearing this, Gu Qingchen paused in his act of eating the candied fruit.

Even the Crown Prince is like this; it seems this time they've really stirred up a huge mess.

She felt a little guilty, but she still refused to back down: "Serves him right, who told him to insist on coming out with me?"

Qian Zhenyun looked at her pretending to be strong and knew that she must be feeling bad inside.

He reached into his pocket again and magically produced a small bamboo dragonfly: "Sister, if you're bored, play with this."

Gu Qingchen took the bamboo dragonfly, gently rubbed it between his fingers, and the bamboo dragonfly buzzed and flew up, circling once in the dim candlelight before gently landing on the desk.

Just then, light footsteps came from the courtyard, accompanied by the voice of the maid Haitang.

"Miss, have you gone to sleep? Madam asked me to come and check if your candle has been extinguished."

Gu Qingchen and Qian Zhenyun's expressions changed instantly.

"Quick! Hide!" Gu Qingchen hurriedly swept the pastries and bamboo dragonfly on the table into the drawer, and pushed Qian Zhenyun behind the half-person-high embroidered screen in the corner of the room.

Qian Zhenyun was also terrified and scrambled inside, barely daring to breathe.

Gu Qingchen took a deep breath, quickly climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and then called out in a sleepy voice, "Sister Haitang, I'm already asleep. I'll blow out the candles now."

After she finished speaking, she leaned out and blew out the candle on the table in one breath.

The room was plunged into darkness in an instant, with only the faint moonlight filtering in from the window.

The footsteps outside the door paused for a moment, as if to confirm what was happening inside.

After a while, Haitang responded, "Then Miss, you should rest early."

The footsteps faded into the distance until they could no longer be heard.

Gu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and slid off the bed. She walked behind the screen in the dark and whispered, "Gungun, it's alright, she's gone."

Qian Zhenyun peeked out from behind the screen, patting his chest with lingering fear: "That scared me to death."

"Alright, you should leave now," Gu Qingchen urged. "If you stay any longer and my mother finds out, your legs will really be broken."

Qian Zhenyun knew he couldn't stay any longer. He nodded, crouched down, and walked to the window. Just before climbing out, he turned back, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "I'll bring it to you again tomorrow..."

"All right!"

With Qian Gungun's help, Gu Qingchen felt confident again, and climbed into bed with a sweet osmanthus cake in his mouth...