The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1291 - 1291 627 The Second Watch_2

Chapter 1291: 627 The Second Watch_2 Chapter 1291: 627 The Second Watch_2 Mu Qingchen remained silent, his gaze sweeping over someone in the corner of the first floor who had given all the braised pork to her brother, then he turned to the sumptuous feast in front of himself and asked, “For two people eating, do we really need this many dishes?”

“This is a lot? Just eight dishes,” the youth with his forehead wiped said.

Suddenly, the youth with his forehead wiped noticed Mu Qingchen’s casual glance towards a certain spot, he smiled and looked towards Gu Jiao in the corner, “What’s the matter? Does that kid bother you? Indeed, being so ugly he’s an eyesore. Rest assured, within three days, I will make him unable to stay in the Tianqiong Academy!”

Mu Qingchen gave him a sidelong glance, “If you’re not afraid of dying, go ahead.”

“Are you implying that I can’t defeat a person from a lower country?” The youth with his forehead wiped had heard it all—the boy with the birthmark on his face was from a lower country.

After he spoke, as if realizing something, he looked incredulously towards Mu Qingchen, “Could it be you’re planning to protect him?”

“You think too much,” Mu Qingchen pushed the rice bowl towards him, “Eat your food and stop causing trouble for your parents.”

Mentioning his parents, the youth with his forehead wiped fell silent.

In the afternoon, it was arithmetic class, and Gu Jiao still sat next to Zhong Ding.

Their teacher was a Master Gao, and Gu Jiao was still propping up her head with one hand, dozing off.

Zhong Ding was certain she hadn’t listened to a single word. Kindly, he took notes for her as well, but this time, he was wise and didn’t use Zhao Country script, instead, he used Yan Country script.

“What did you do last night?” Zhong Ding asked Gu Jiao after class.

“Nothing much,” Gu Jiao said.

“Here,” Zhong Ding handed her the notes, “Don’t do this next time. Master Gao is one of the strictest teachers in the academy, he sets exams every month. If you fail, it will be terrible.”

“Got it,” Gu Jiao yawned, took the notes, and began packing up to leave.

Zhong Ding was still engrossed in solving problems.

“The third question is incorrect,” Gu Jiao said indifferently as she stood up.

Zhong Ding was taken aback, glanced at Gu Jiao, then around him, “Are you, are you talking to me?”

“The answer is nineteen,” Gu Jiao said, not even looking as she grabbed her book bag and walked away.

“How can it be nineteen? Isn’t it seventeen? Did you even look at the problem? You’re just spouting nonsense,” Zhong Ding didn’t believe her. How could someone who slept through the entire class know how to solve the problem?

…

After dinner, Gu Jiao decided to make another trip into the inner city.

Madame Nan said, “The inner city is under curfew, it’s better to wait until things calm down.”

Gu Jiao said, “It’s uncertain when this situation will be over, and Ayan’s illness can’t wait.”

In truth, Madame Nan felt that since so many Medical Halls didn’t have the Operating Room Gu Jiao needed, it was likely that such a room didn’t exist at all.

But Gu Jiao’s unyielding tenacity made it impossible for Madame Nan to utter those words.

Some accept their fate, some do not; Gu Jiao belonged to the latter, not only refusing to accept her fate but also fighting against Heaven for it.

“Just be careful,” Madame Nan cautioned.

“I will,” Gu Jiao changed into a new outfit and had Gu Xiaoshun take her to the inner city gate.

“This child,” Master Lu sighed.

Madame Nan said, “She reminds me of someone.”

Master Lu asked, “Who?”

Madame Nan said, “The Duke.”

“You mean Duke An?” Master Lu’s face darkened, “Why do you keep bringing him up lately? If you continue, I’ll get angry!”

Madame Nan glared at him, “I only mean that Jiaojiao’s resilience is just like Duke An’s back when he was young. Do you remember Duke An and Miss Xuanyuan’s betrothal?”

Master Lu said irritably, “I’m not from Yan Country, nor have I lived there for years like you. How could I remember?”

Madame Nan looked at him amusingly and exasperatedly, “Miss Xuanyuan once said to Duke An, ‘You can’t carry on your shoulders or lift with your hands, you won’t last a round in my hands, my father said, if a daughter of the Xuanyuan Family is to marry, she should marry the bravest and most skilled warrior in the world.'”

Master Lu asked in confusion, “So how did she end up marrying the Duke?”

Madame Nan smiled, “Yes, she did. Despite everyone believing it was impossible, the Duke didn’t give up. Jiaojiao is the same.”

Master Lu pondered for a moment, “But I feel… treating Ayan’s illness is even harder than when the Duke sought the hand of Xuanyuan family’s daughter.”

To say it’s as hard as ascending to heaven wouldn’t be an overstatement. After all, the Duke simply stole the daughter from Xuanyuan Li’s grasp, but Jiaojiao is trying to snatch someone from the hands of Lord King Yama.

Mrs. Nan sighed, “That’s true. Moreover, Jiaojiao is all alone in Zhan Country, which really makes things difficult for her.”

The inspection to enter the inner city had become stricter. This time Gu Jiao didn’t choose to hide under the carriage; instead, she found a cargo box to sneak into, which was covered with silk fabrics.

“Stop!”

Upon reaching the inner city gate, the carriage was stopped by the city guards, who carried out an exhaustive search, not even sparing the underside of the carriage, and opened every box to ensure they indeed contained fabrics before allowing passage.

After the carriage stopped, the coachman went to call people to unload the goods.

Seizing the opportunity, Gu Jiao emerged from the box. She looked around and suddenly felt lost.

Why had she ended up at the Duke Residence again?

“Alright, you guys, move those two boxes of silk to the second wife’s courtyard!”

“Yes!”

“Deliver the remaining silks and the jewelry to Miss Mu. She has contributed to the Duke’s treatment, and all these are rewards from the second wife.”

“We understand!”

As the voices of the conversation drew nearer, Gu Jiao walked out from the other side.

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept past from the bushes nearby at an extremely fast speed. Had Gu Jiao not been close by, she might not have noticed it at all.

She frowned, instinctively sensing a murderous aura.

The shadow headed straight towards the southeast corner.

That was where the Duke’s courtyard was.

Someone wanted to assassinate the Duke!

Mrs. Nan had reminded Gu Jiao not to get involved with the affairs of the Duke Residence. The Duke was just a stranger to Gu Jiao, with no relation whatsoever.

“Forget it; it’s not my business. The Duke Residence has its own guardians; I need not take unnecessary actions.”

The silhouette moved mysteriously, evading all patrolling guards, and successfully sneaked into the Duke’s courtyard.

The maid named Lianqiao had secretly slipped away to play, leaving the Duke alone in the room.

The assassin in grey held a gleaming dagger as he approached the bed.

The cold light reflecting off the dagger fell on the Duke’s tightly shut eyes. Perhaps sensing danger, the Duke’s hands began to tremble.

The assassin in grey, without any hesitation, stabbed towards the Duke’s heart!

Bang!

A small figure swiftly dashed in, kicking the assassin flying!

The assassin crashed into a pillar behind him, falling heavily to the ground. Gu Jiao didn’t give him the chance to get up and sent another flying kick, flipping him backward to the ground where he vomited a mouthful of blood!

The assassin coldly regarded the masked youth who had appeared out of nowhere, knowing today’s assassination attempt had failed. He did not linger in combat and leapt out the window.

Gu Jiao picked up the dagger he had left behind and tucked it into her bosom.

She approached the bed; though the assassin had not truly succeeded, his blade had still grazed the Duke’s hand.

“You’re injured, let me bandage that for you.” Since there was no one else around, Gu Jiao used her own voice.

The Duke’s fingertips moved.

Gu Jiao uttered a sound of realization, “Can you hear me talking?”

The Duke’s fingertips moved again.

It seemed he truly could hear. The patient’s response to external stimuli was a very good sign.

Gu Jiao took out a first aid kit from her bosom, “Then I’ll treat your wound. Don’t move.”

After a pause, she added, “It won’t hurt.”

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