The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1022 - 1022 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_3

Chapter 1022: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_3 Chapter 1022: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_3 Wielding this red-tasseled spear in battle, I bet it could uglify a bunch of enemies to death!

Thankfully, she had wrapped the red-tasseled spear in cloth all the way here, or else Gu Chengfeng seriously suspected he might have been blinded by its ugliness halfway through.

“I already told you that you can’t handle it.” Gu Jiao, ignoring the disdain and shock in Gu Chengfeng’s eyes, grabbed the red-tasseled spear and led the horse forward.

“I only can’t handle it because I’m injured.” Gu Chengfeng decided to reclaim some of his male pride, “Otherwise, just wait until I’m healed and you’ll see if I can handle it or not!”

Gu Jiao didn’t look back, waving her hand dismissively, “You can talk about that after you’ve healed.”

Gu Chengfeng followed, his face dark, leading his own horse.

The two seemed to enter a vast primeval forest, but soon crossed through the woods.

“There’s a house over there.” Gu Chengfeng said.

“Mm.” Gu Jiao nodded, as she also saw it; not quite a common villager’s home, it seemed more like a hunter’s lodge by the forest’s edge.

They led their horses over.

Even injured, Gu Chengfeng instinctively pulled Gu Jiao behind him and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Gu Jiao said, “No need to knock, there’s no one inside.”

Gu Chengfeng frowned oddly, “You can tell again?”

Does this girl have dog ears or what?

Gu Jiao pushed the door open and walked in; it was a small wooden cabin with two rooms, a main room connected to a bedroom, and a simple stove and cooking utensils in a corner of the main room.

There was a bit of frozen leftover food in the pot.

In this climate, the frozen leftovers wouldn’t spoil for a month or two, so it was hard for Gu Jiao to determine how many days old the leftovers were.

However, judging by the dust on the stove and bed, someone had lived in the house within the last three days.

It was uncertain whether the owner had gone out or had been captured by Chen Country’s army or remnants of the former dynasty to be conscripted.

Gu Jiao said to Gu Chengfeng, “Let’s stay here for the night.”

Gu Chengfeng looked around and sighed, “Looks like that’s the only option.”

The frontier was too cold; the three of them would surely freeze to death outside.

The two bedchambers were arranged at right angles to each other, one against the inner wall and one against the side wall. Gu Jiao placed Lord Hou on the bed by the inner wall.

Then she pointed to the other bed and told Gu Chengfeng, “Lie down.”

“For what?” Gu Chengfeng asked.

Gu Jiao took the small basket off his back and said, “Your injury.”

“Oh.” Gu Chengfeng uttered, obediently lying down on the other bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to squeeze in with his grandfather; it was just that the bamboo beds here were so narrow that even turning over was barely possible.

The room was too cold, so Gu Jiao first gathered a bundle of firewood and then a charcoal brazier.

Once the fire was burning, they both warmed up significantly.

Gu Jiao began to examine Gu Chengfeng’s injuries.

To be honest, Gu Chengfeng was seriously injured; if it were anyone else, they’d probably be done for by now, but he was still hopping around.

Truly a small master at taking a beating.

Gu Jiao took iodine to clean the wound on Gu Chengfeng’s shoulder.

Gu Chengfeng suddenly spoke up, “Hey, what was that about earlier?”

“What was what about?” Gu Jiao asked.

“I mean you…” Gu Chengfeng thought for a moment, not quite sure where to start, whether to ask where she learned her killing techniques or her medical skills.

Killing like a demon, yet offering aid as though giving a glimpse of Buddha.

A truly contradictory and eerie existence.

Gu Chengfeng’s gaze settled on her earnest little face, he opened his mouth and asked, “What did you used to do? I mean, before you came here pretending to be Gu Jiao’s mother?”

“Hmm… I’ve had many jobs.”

“Were you an assassin?” Gu Chengfeng asked.

Or perhaps a doctor?

Gu Chengfeng mused internally.

“Close enough.” Gu Jiao said nonchalantly.

“What do you mean ‘close enough’? Either you were or you weren’t.” Gu Chengfeng murmured to himself, then paused as if struck by a thought, silently contemplating for a moment, “Back at the Governor’s Mansion, I thought you… lost control.”

The killing intent Gu Jiao emitted when she walked out of the Wine Cellar was incredibly overpowering; even now, recalling it sent shivers down his spine.

“I didn’t lose control.” Gu Jiao said.

She wasn’t someone who lost control every time; otherwise, she wouldn’t have survived to this day. She actually didn’t know what she was like when out of control, but since Princess Xinyang said her killing aura was heavier than a death soldier’s, she probably would kill if she lost control.

After killing everyone, if she still couldn’t stop her loss of control, she might even end up killing herself.

In her past life, only her godfather knew how to quell her loss of control—he personally handed her the scalpel, teaching her how to resist the temptation of blood.