Marquis Gu, the eldest brother, frowned and pondered hard, but found that he had no way to deal with his young sister.
He absolutely refused to admit that it was to vent his anger for Qin Yuan.
However, it didn't prevent Gu Shiliu from thinking that way.
Gu Shiliu furrowed his brows, a plan forming in his mind, and said, "I heard that the Seventh Miss has arranged to go out on the night of the Qixi Festival to join in the fun."
Gu Baoshu loved the hustle and bustle, and if she were stopped a few times, she would certainly be furious.
"What's so exciting about the Qixi Festival?"
Gu Jinghui, who had been in the Northern Border for many years, knew nothing about these girls' festivals.
Fortunately, Gu Shiliu had many sisters in his family and knew a few things.
