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It's past midnight.

After washing up, Gu Mingli blew out the light and lay down on the bed.

The summer night was sweltering, and he lay on a bamboo mat, covered only by a thin quilt.

The window was half open, letting in a faint night breeze.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

After the poker game ended, the six bodyguards returned to their respective posts.

After shift ended at 10, I went to rest in the adjacent side room.

The four newly arrived bodyguards began taking turns on night watch.

Gu Mingli was drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, a sound came from outside the window, like a cat's paw stepping on a tile.

Gu Mingli's consciousness was pulled back from his half-awake state.

He didn't open his eyes.

Then I heard the sound of feet hitting the ground.

Someone climbed in through the window.

The footsteps were very light, and they reached the bedside in three steps.

Gu Mingli's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that an assassin has joined the ranks?

His whole body tensed up, wondering whether he should call out to Yi Shi.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a rustling sound of fabric.

The bamboo mat and quilt that he had kicked down to his waist were gently lifted up by a pair of hands.

Slowly pull upwards from the waist to the chest, then lift it up further, all the way to the chin.

Then those hands tucked the corner of the blanket in.

The movements were as gentle as if caring for a baby.

Gu Mingli: "..."

He slowly opened one eye.

Moonlight streamed in through the half-open window.

The silhouette of a black-clad shadow guard was standing bent over in front of his bed.

It is number 21.

After covering herself with the blanket, Er Yi sat up and looked into Gu Mingli's half-open eyes.

The two stared at each other for two seconds in the moonlight.

Er Yi took a step back expressionlessly.

With a swift movement, he silently flipped out of the window.

Gu Mingli stared out the window for three seconds in a daze.

Then he looked down at the cool blanket that covered his chin.

The Great Heat.

The blanket covered his chin.

He kicked the blanket back under his waist and turned over.

Close your eyes and continue sleeping.

About an incense stick's time later.

Gu Mingli was drifting off to sleep.

The window rattled again.

Gu Mingli's mind was pulled back from his sleep.

Then came another almost inaudible series of footsteps, and they walked to the bedside in three steps.

The blanket was lifted from below the waist, gently pulled up to the chest, and then up to the chin.

Tuck the blanket in.

Gu Mingli slowly opened his eyes.

22.

Under the moonlight, Er'er remained expressionless, handling the situation strictly by the book.

Her hands were still tucked in the corner of the blanket.

The two looked at each other.

"No need to cover it," Gu Mingli said in a muffled voice.

Er'er bowed slightly, stepped back, climbed out the window, and left.

Gu Mingli kicked the blanket back down to his waist.

He turned over and buried his face in the blanket.

Most of my sleepiness has vanished.

He closed his eyes and began counting sheep.

I don't know how long I counted, but my breathing gradually calmed down.

When the window rattled for the third time, Gu Mingli was startled awake again. His heart pounded, and he felt like he was about to die suddenly.

Footsteps approached the bedside.

The blanket was gently lifted.

"No need," Gu Mingli said with his eyes closed.

The footsteps paused for a moment.

The blanket was still pulled up to her chest.

Gu Mingli opened his eyes.

Ersan's hand was frozen in mid-air, the corner of the blanket pinched between his fingertips, looking like he was in a dilemma.

"lay down."

Ersan still tucked the blanket around him.

He backed away, climbed out the window, and left.

Gu Mingli lay on his back, staring at the dark roof beams.

He is now fully awake and no longer sleepy.

Another incense stick later.

The window rattled for the fourth time.

"Who is it this time?"

Gu Mingli's voice already carried a hint of tired irritability.

"Two Four".

The second room under the moonlight was quieter than the previous three.

He didn't even go to the bedside.

Gu Mingli simply sat up.

"No, why are you all staying up all night covering me with blankets?"

Ersi stood there for two seconds, then spoke calmly.

"His Majesty said to take good care of Lord Gu."

"What does taking good care of someone have to do with covering them with a blanket?"

Ersi thought about it.

"I'm afraid Lord Gu will catch a cold. If he catches a cold, I won't be able to take good care of him."

Gu Mingli looked out the window.

On a hot summer night, even the wind feels warm.

He sighed, "Too hot can make you sick."

Ersi stood there expressionless for a while.

Then he bowed slightly, climbed out the window, and left.

Gu Mingli lay back down and kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed.

A moment later, the window rattled again.

Ersi took a palm-leaf fan, squatted down beside his bed, and fanned him.

Gu Mingli: "..."

The next day at Chenshi (7-9 AM).

The Imperial Study.

Gu Mingli dragged his unsteady steps through the palace gate, looking utterly listless.

He bowed, his voice weak and strained.

"Your Majesty, it's time for my shift!"

Xiao Ye was flipping through the folded paper.

Hearing the sound, he looked up and his gaze fell on Gu Mingli's face.

His movements paused for a moment.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gu Mingli walked to his desk and plopped down in the armchair.

"It's nothing. I just didn't sleep well."

Xiao Ye put down his vermilion pen.

Their gaze lingered a little longer on Gu Mingli's dark circles under his eyes.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Gu Mingli hesitated for a moment, then turned and glared at Xiao Ye, clearly dissatisfied.

"Those four guards you arranged..."

Xiao Ye's brow twitched slightly. "What's wrong?"

Gu Mingli organized his words.

"They take turns covering me with a blanket at night."

The hall fell silent.

Liu An's hand, which was pouring tea, froze in mid-air.

Xiao Ye frowned slightly.

"Cover yourself with a blanket?"

"Yes. In the middle of the night, they came in one after another through the window. They pulled up the blankets that Chen had kicked off, tucked them in, and then left."

Gu Mingli was weak and listless, looking up at the roof beam.

"Four people, a battle of attrition."

Only the chirping of cicadas could be heard outside the window inside the hall.

Xiao Ye remained silent for a while, then turned to look at Geng Zhi.

"Go and tell your men not to disturb their sleep."

"yes!"

Geng Zhi cupped his hands in greeting and glanced at Gu Mingli.

This Lord Gu is too fragile; from now on, his subordinates should only be responsible for looking after him during the day.

Gu Mingli lay face down on the table, his forehead pressed against the cool wooden surface.

He let out a muffled hum.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

the other side.

Pei Yu rushed into the logistics park's office early in the morning.

He held a neatly folded list in his hand.

"Boss!"

He slammed the list on the table, his eyes lighting up.

"The list is out! My grandfather and I discussed it all night long."

Gu Mingyue put down the account book in her hand and picked up the list.

Upon unfolding the paper, one finds neat handwriting.

Each name is accompanied by a detailed annotation.

This includes his family background, his father's current official position, scope of daily duties, personality traits, and the family's position in the government.

The first name: Shen Miao, son of the Chief of the Military Selection Division of the Ministry of War.

The annotation reads: His father was in charge of the core affairs of selecting military officers in the Ministry of War, and his superior was a protégé of the Cui family. The Shen family had been in the military for three generations, but due to the lack of a powerful clan background, the highest rank his father had ever reached was only the fifth rank.

Shen, the head of the department, is an outstanding individual, but he has been in the position for twenty years and has no hope of promotion.

The second name: Lin Xi, son of the Chief Clerk of the Ministry of Revenue.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

Gu Mingyue read them one by one.

The list contains a total of twelve people.

Their positions ranged from the seventh rank to the sixth rank, and they were all key personnel in their respective departments.

Their common characteristics are extremely clear:

He is capable and honest, but his career advancement is blocked by powerful families, and his family's influence is neither too great nor too small.

Gu Mingyue became more and more satisfied with what she saw.

She put the list away.

"Tomorrow at dusk, invite these twelve people out."

"Let's talk about forming a team."