The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1214 - 1214 594 Overwhelming Aura (Two in One)

Chapter 1214: 594 Overwhelming Aura! (Two in One) Chapter 1214: 594 Overwhelming Aura! (Two in One) Vermilion Bird Avenue.

After school at Guozijian, little Jing Kong didn’t return to Bishui Alley but pestered Liao Quan to come and find Gu Jiao here.

Liao Quan knew that Gu Jiao was recovering from an injury and didn’t wish to let the little fellow know the truth, so he pretended that he didn’t know the way, only to hear Jing Kong pat his little chest, “I’ve been here before, I remember the way!”

The hardest child in the family to deceive was Jing Kong, Liao Quan had no choice but to bring him over, albeit reluctantly.

Gu Jiao’s injury had greatly improved, but her wrists and waist still had bandages wrapped around them, and the little guy noticed at a glance that Gu Jiao was hurt.

Jing Kong couldn’t bring himself to blame Gu Jiao for hiding the truth from him, so he went to the study room and found his bad brother-in-law, who was writing a letter.

With a darkened little face and his small hands behind his back, his tone particularly solemn, “You’re a lying, bad brother-in-law,” he declared.

“How did I deceive anyone?” Xiao Hen asked.

“Jiaojiao is obviously hurt, and you didn’t tell me!” Jing Kong said with a sense of grievance.

“Is it just for this?” Xiao Hen smiled indifferently, “I haven’t deceived you, I just didn’t tell the whole truth—my mother indeed has a chronic angina, and Jiaojiao was indeed here accompanying her.”

Jing Kong furrowed his little brows and thought seriously.

That seemed to make sense, but why did it feel like something was off?

“All right, have you finished your homework for today?” Xiao Hen deftly changed the subject, “The Yan Country poetry collection that Minmin sent you last time, have you memorized it?”

“Almost done, but there are a few I don’t know,” Jing Kong said with hands on hips, “However, my progress has moved forward; don’t try to change the subject, I’m not a child anymore! You can’t fool me like you did when I was little!”

Xiao Hen’s mouth twitched.

The little monk was indeed becoming more skilled, knowing not to be led around by the nose anymore.

And besides, you’re only five years old, what do you mean ‘when I was little’?

Jing Kong crossed his arms and stamped his foot, snorting through his nose, “I don’t care, you’re just wrong!”

Xiao Hen’s eyebrows lifted slightly, “Do you think I was wrong to hide it from you, or are you jealous because I spent a few nights with Jiaojiao?”

Stung by the remark, Jing Kong’s little cheeks flushed with anger, “Hmph! Bad brother-in-law!”

Doctor Song couldn’t stand it anymore. How old are you, still teasing a child?

He called out from the courtyard, “Jing Kong, I’m going to prepare medicine for Doctor Gu, do you want to come help?”

The sense of mission in preparing medicine for Gu Jiao overcame the desire to win a verbal spat with the bad brother-in-law; Jing Kong glared at the bad brother-in-law with puffed cheeks and stomped his little feet as he went out.

To say it was preparing medicine was actually Doctor Song boiling water and opening the medicine packet, while Jing Kong’s only job was to pour the herbal medicine into the pot and then squat obediently beside it to watch.

Gu Jiao hated taking medicine, but because it was Jing Kong who prepared it, she drank it willingly to give him face.

Dinner was eaten on Vermilion Bird Avenue, with just the few of them.

Jing Kong asked curiously, “Where’s the princess and Long Yi? And Aunt Yujin?”

“They went out,” Xiao Hen said, “They might not be back for a few days.”

Gu Jiao glanced at Xiao Hen.

Xiao Hen whispered, “It’s okay, they went to deal with those people.”

After dinner, Jing Kong, hugging his little pillow, came to Gu Jiao’s bedside. He had learned his lesson and didn’t ask the bad brother-in-law if he could stay here because if he asked, the bad brother-in-law would surely disagree.

He simply climbed into the bed, snuggled into the blankets like a little pig and lay down next to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao was looking at a musical score.

This was a musical score from Jing Kong’s collection of “junk”, which she only flipped through when she had nothing else to do.

Excited, Jing Kong rolled around in the blanket, “Jiaojiao!”

“Hmm?” Gu Jiao looked at the soft little fellow beside her.

Jing Kong then glanced at the musical score in her hands, “Do you like looking at musical scores?”

“Just skimming through them.” She didn’t say whether she liked or disliked them. Being the top special agent in the organization, who was really a cold-blooded assassin, what was there to talk about liking art?

Jing Kong simply said, “I like it.”

Gu Jiao asked, “Why?”

Jing Kong’s eyes swiveled, “Hmm… because it’s pretty!”

Pretty, but I haven’t seen you look at it before.

Gu Jiao tucked the blanket around him, “Go to sleep.”

Jing Kong obediently closed his eyes.

He was just pretending to behave; he wasn’t sleepy at all and soon he stealthily opened his eyes again, his little body shifting under the blanket, snuggling close to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao saw through his little antics but didn’t call him out, flipping through the musical score with amusement.

“Eh?”

Suddenly, Jing Kong let out a noise.

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