After rebirth, my elder sister wants to steal my husband!

Chapter 267 One Heart and One Mind

Fu Yuzhang nodded, took a deep breath, and calmed down the anger in his heart. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the cell, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Haoran, I have a plan." He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, "We can..."

Li Haoran moved closer and listened carefully to Fu Yuzhang's plan. A look of surprise appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by determination. He nodded in agreement.

In the cell, the two figures intertwined under the light. They talked in low voices and exchanged glances from time to time. Although they were in danger, their hearts were full of confidence and determination.

Outside the cell, the moonlight was pouring down like water. In the distance, insects chirped, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet night. However, in this silence, there was a storm that was about to erupt.

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The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and fell into the quaint courtyard. Fu Yuzhang walked lightly through the corridor, his heart heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on him. He came to Lu Zhiran's boudoir, gently opened the door, and a faint medicinal fragrance came to his nose.

In the room, Lu Zhiran sat by the bed, wearing a plain white dress that set off her slightly pale face. Her eyes flashed with complex emotions, including relief for surviving the disaster, as well as blame and confusion towards Fu Yuzhang. She lowered her head and eyebrows, as if she was thinking about something, and her long black hair like a waterfall gently slid down, covering half of her cheek.

Fu Yuzhang walked into the room, his eyes fell on Lu Zhiran, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart. He walked up to her, gently held her hand, and whispered, "Zhiran, I'm so glad you're okay."

Lu Zhiran raised her head and looked into Fu Yuzhang's deep eyes. The blame and confusion in her heart gradually dissipated. She sighed softly and said slowly: "Yuzhang, why didn't you save me first?"

There was a slight tremor in her voice, as if she was accusing Fu Yuzhang of being partial.

Fu Yuzhang felt completely softened.

Fu Yuzhang was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and then slowly spoke: "Zhi Ran, I know you blame me. But the situation was critical at the time, Zhang Xiangxiu had a special identity, and Ding Liang was interested in you."

"I know he won't hurt you."

"I have to protect both of them." "Can you...can you understand me?" There was a hint of helplessness and pleading in his voice.

When Lu Zhiran heard this, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Even though I know I should give in.

But she was still angry.

How could she not know Fu Yuzhang's difficulties?

Since Fu Yuzhang knew that the emperor had been on guard against him, he had been secretly planning. Zhang Xiangxiu's identity was a key point. She was just angry that he didn't care about her enough and put herself in danger. However, at this moment, looking at Fu Yuzhang's tired and determined face, the anger in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep heartache.

She leaned gently in Fu Yuzhang's arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Yuzhang, I... I was just too scared. I thought I would never see you again."

Fu Yuzhang hugged Lu Zhiran tightly, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He comforted her softly, "Zhiran, don't be afraid. I'm here, you'll be fine."

The two hugged each other and cried, as if they wanted to pour out all their emotions. The moonlight shone through the window on the two of them, adding a bit of romance and beauty to this warm picture.

After a long time, Lu Zhiran finally raised her head from Fu Yuzhang's arms. She looked into Fu Yuzhang's deep eyes and said softly, "Yuzhang, do you know? I have never been so afraid of losing you as I am now."

Fu Yuzhang's heart was beating when he heard this. He held Lu Zhiran's hand tightly, and a firm look flashed in his eyes: "Zhiran, I swear, I will protect you for the rest of my life and will not let you get hurt again."

The two smiled at each other, as if all the misunderstandings and barriers had disappeared at this moment. They hugged each other tightly, enjoying this rare quiet time.

However, at this moment, a rapid knock on the door broke the warm atmosphere. Fu Yuzhang let go of Lu Zhiran and turned to the door. He opened the door and saw a servant standing outside anxiously: "My Lord! It's bad! Aunt Zhang fainted!"

Fu Yuzhang was shocked when he heard this. He turned around and looked at Lu Zhiran, only to see that she also showed a look of disgust.

He took a deep breath and said to his servant, "I know, I'll be there in a minute!"

With the rapid knocks on the door, the originally quiet courtyard seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, causing ripples. Fu Yuzhang's face instantly became solemn after hearing the news that "Aunt Zhang fainted." He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe embroidered with delicate cloud patterns, looking both majestic and calm. He had a handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, revealing a temperament of majesty without anger.

Lu Zhiran sat on the couch by the window, playing with an exquisite jade hairpin in her hand. After hearing the servant's words, her brows slightly frowned. She was wearing a light pink long skirt, and the hem of the skirt swayed gently with her movements, as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom. Her appearance was pure and elegant, and her pair of autumn-water eyes were slightly cold, as if she had little sympathy for Aunt Zhang.

Fu Yuzhang turned around and walked back into the house, and said to Lu Zhiran, "Zhiran, you rest first, I'll go see Aunt Zhang." His voice was low and magnetic, revealing a hint of unquestionable firmness.

Lu Zhiran nodded gently, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She understood that as the Marquis's concubine, although Aunt Zhang's status in the mansion was not as good as her, the legal wife, she was the Marquis's person after all, and Fu Yuzhang naturally could not ignore her life and death.

Fu Yuzhang walked out of the room, followed closely by the servant. In the courtyard, the night was like water, and the moonlight sprinkled on the bluestone slabs, creating a cold glow. The servant quickly led Fu Yuzhang to Aunt Zhang's residence.

Zhang Xiangxiu's courtyard was full of various flowers. It was the blooming season, and the fragrance of the flowers filled the air, refreshing the heart. However, at this moment, the courtyard was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. The maids came in and out, busy preparing medicine for Zhang Xiangxiu.

Fu Yuzhang walked into the room and saw Zhang Xiangxiu lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper and her breath weak.

A middle-aged doctor stood beside her, concentrating on treating her. Fu Yuzhang walked up to her and asked in a deep voice, "Doctor, how is Aunt Zhang?"

The doctor withdrew his hand and replied respectfully: "My Lord, Aunt Zhang is suffering from a deficiency of both Qi and blood. She needs to be properly nursed back to health. I have already prescribed medicine for her. She only needs to take the medicine on time and rest for a few days and she will recover."

Fu Yuzhang nodded and said to the doctor, "Thank you." He turned and looked at Zhang Xiangxiu lying on the bed, feeling a complicated emotion in his heart.