Aunt Zhang applied the medicine and looked at Gu Ningyue: "Young Madam, the food is ready. Do you want it brought up, or would you like to go downstairs?"
Gu Ningyue stretched lazily: "I'll go downstairs!"
Aunt Zhang nodded, went out to instruct the servants to set the food, then turned back to the bedroom and said to Gu Ningyue: "Young Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll head down first?"
"Wait!" Gu Ningyue handed the ointment that Aunt Zhang left behind back to her: "Take this back, and don't let Tianyou know I've been hurt!"
"Oh, my memory! It's getting worse as I age!" Aunt Zhang replied: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Young Madam!"
Gu Ningyue looked at Aunt Zhang: "Go on!"
She just didn't want Ling Tianyou to worry; he's been busy enough lately!
Breakfast was lavishly prepared. Yesterday's injury didn't affect her appetite. Gu Ningyue ate her fill, lay on the sofa, and turned on the TV with the remote.
