The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1023 - 1023 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_4

Chapter 1023: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_4 Chapter 1023: 487 Massacre in All Directions (Part 2)_4 She had made considerable progress.

Since arriving in the Different World, she had lost control twice. The first time was when her aunt got injured, but her aunt managed to calm her down in time to prevent a complete loss of control.

The second time was when Liu Yisheng lost his fingers, and although she couldn’t remember the specific details, she guessed it was Long Yi who had restrained her.

Now that her aunt and Long Yi were both absent, she wouldn’t allow herself to lose control so easily—

“Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?” Gu Chengfeng twitched at the sight of Gu Jiao’s gaze.

Gu Jiao continued in her mind, otherwise, you’d be dead.

Gu Chengfeng had five stitches on his right arm and three on his forehead.

“There won’t be any scars, right?” Gu Chengfeng touched the bandage on his forehead and asked with a pained expression.

Gu Jiao said oddly, “You’re worried about scars?”

Gu Chengfeng said mournfully, “After all, I’m so handsome, it’d be a pity to have scars.”

Gu Jiao: “…”

Gu Jiao opened the first-aid kit and started searching seriously through it.

Gu Chengfeng asked with puzzlement, “What are you looking for?”

“Eyedrops,” Gu Jiao said. “I suspect you’ve gone cross-eyed.”

The obviously handsome Gu Chengfeng: “…”

After Gu Jiao finished treating all of Gu Chengfeng’s injuries, he was wrapped in bandages like a half-mummy, especially his face, which was so covered that only a pair of eyes was visible.

His eyes rolled around, his expression somewhat hard to describe.

Am I really that badly injured? I’m starting to suspect you’re just trying to cover my beauty!

The fire was dying down, so Gu Jiao went to the main room to bring back another bundle of firewood.

Watching her busy little figure, Gu Chengfeng said, “You should rest for a bit. I’ll keep watch tonight.”

“We take turns keeping watch. You sleep the first half of the night, it’s just right for me to change the medicine,” said Gu Jiao as she turned to check the splints on the elder Hougong’s limbs. In the Governor’s Mansion, the conditions were limited, and only simple immobilization was done; she needed to redo it now.

And she had to carefully inspect his wounds as well.

“My grandfather is all right, isn’t he?” Gu Chengfeng asked as he looked at the elder Hougong.

Gu Jiao had made a shock-absorbing fixed for elder Hougong’s abdomen, and the wound was in good condition with his blood pressure gradually returning to normal, but he had a slight fever that needed to be monitored carefully for postoperative infection.

“He’s fine for now,” said Gu Jiao. “You go to sleep, I’ll call you later.”

Gu Chengfeng thought for a while and then agreed. He urged, “Remember to call me.”

“Mmm,” Gu Jiao nodded.

Gu Chengfeng pulled the quilt over himself, but he didn’t fall asleep.

In the flickering firelight, he lay with his eyes open, watching Gu Jiao intently.

Gu Jiao had just finished setting the elder Hougong’s left arm, when she turned her head and gave him a glance, “Anything else?”

Lying in the bedchamber, from this angle, she still looked petite, but her shadow, cast by the firelight on the wall, appeared tall and imposing.

Gu Chengfeng opened his mouth and asked, “Do you… still have family? Back in your home.”

Gu Jiao was silent for a moment before she said, “I don’t know.”

By blood, she had a family, but emotionally, she did not.

They didn’t want her.

They didn’t want her as a daughter or as a sister.

And she didn’t want them either.

How could someone not even know whether they have a family or not? Could they be an orphan?

Gu Chengfeng thought that was very likely and didn’t ask further. He cleared his throat and said, “Then don’t go back. It’s quite nice here.”

Gu Jiao thought to herself, I didn’t plan on going back, and besides, I can’t.

“Well, that’s, um… also quite nice,” Gu Chengfeng mumbled unclearly.

“What did you say?” Gu Jiao hadn’t heard the middle words clearly.

“Nothing!” Gu Chengfeng quickly pulled the quilt over his head.

Stupid little sister!

It wasn’t long before Gu Chengfeng fell asleep under the quilt.

Gu Jiao gave Gu Chengfeng an IV drip and treated all of elder Hougong’s splints.

Outside, large snowflakes fell softly, and the howling cold wind had dissipated unknowingly, leaving nothing but a silent world filled with a dance of snow.

In the latter half of the night, Gu Jiao didn’t wake Gu Chengfeng up.

She stood guard at the door with the Red-Tasseled Spear in her arms, watching over the night silently.

The snow whirled before her eyes, and those she had to protect were behind her.

…

At dawn, Gu Chengfeng woke up.

He hadn’t slept so well in a long time; he felt like all his vitality had been restored.

He opened his eyes and saw the light coming through the window before he suddenly remembered it was his turn to keep watch during the latter half of the night!

Had he overslept?

Or had the girl simply not called him?

He looked around. His grandfather was still lying on another bamboo bed, but Gu Jiao was nowhere to be seen.

“Eh? Where’s the girl?” Gu Chengfeng got out from under the quilt and sat up. He was still injured, so every movement caused pain to shoot through his body, and he furrowed his brow, attempting to move more gently.

He first checked on his grandfather, who still remained unconscious, but his breathing seemed more regular than the night before.

Both his grandfather and he were injured, so Gu Jiao had better not get into any trouble.

Gu Jiao had gone to look for food, as the hunter’s house had nothing edible left aside from some leftovers that had been sitting out for who knows how long. Plus, there was hardly any firewood remaining, so she went into the nearby woods.

She gathered some dry branches but didn’t catch any game.

She planned to bring the branches back to the house, and just as she turned, she saw a person slowly approaching from the other side of the woods, apparently heading toward the small wooden house as well.

Could it be the owner of the wooden house?

The person was dressed in animal skins and wore a felt hat. Gu Jiao couldn’t make out his face but noticed the individual’s burly and tall stature, walking through the snow as if it were flat ground.

A master.

Gu Jiao made her assessment internally.

With branches in her arms, Gu Jiao headed toward the wooden house, and the two met halfway, coming face-to-face unexpectedly, and only then did Gu Jiao finally see his face clearly.

And he saw her too.

Both were stunned at the same time.