The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1391 - 1391 675 bags of sacks (one geng)

Chapter 1391: 675 bags of sacks (one geng) Chapter 1391: 675 bags of sacks (one geng) Xiao Hen helplessly held his forehead.

This girl…

It was impossible to stop her from going; she would agree to it to your face, but the moment you turned around, she’d slip away.

Don’t look at Gu Jiao as the easiest person to talk to at home. That’s because she has an extremely high tolerance for her family. She has a whole other standard for strangers.

The Shaolin Warrior Monk that Han Che, the son of the Han Family, had brought injured all the players from Tianqiong Academy. If she could swallow that insult, she wouldn’t be Gu Jiao.

She is a young wolf, facing an adult tiger; even if she can’t win, she will still tear off a piece of flesh.

This is her fierce nature, carved deep into her bones.

And don’t say to avoid confronting the Han Family to dodge their revenge; from the moment Han Che coveted the title of Horse King, the grudge between them was officially formed.

People from the lower country have no status to speak of in Shang Country. If the Han family desires something, they just take it.

But Gu Jiao is certainly not a lamb to be slaughtered at will.

No one can deprive her of that.

She won’t allow it, and neither will Xiao Hen.

…

“This morning’s lesson will end here.”

Inside the Genius Class of Lingbo Academy, Master Lv ended the last poem and dismissed the class.

Since they were all children, most had adults come to pick them up.

Little Jingkong was the youngest in the class but also the one who acted most like a little adult. While other children rushed out one after another, he still sat in his seat, calmly packing his book bag.

His so-called packing was randomly stuffing textbooks into it. When he got back, Xiao Hen would have to reorganize it all for him.

Even then, Little Jingkong was incredibly slow at packing, slower than a turtle.

And there was a rule in the Genius Class of the Academy: the students had to leave before the teacher could.

After all, they were children, and it was to prevent any mishaps.

Master Lv sat on the lectern, and as he watched the little guy pack his book bag at a snail’s pace, the dignified Confucian scholar shook his foot anxiously.

He wasn’t hungry, nor did he have an urgent matter to attend to; it was simply the child’s slow motion that was driving him insane.

Just, can’t you be a little faster?

After waiting a bit longer, Master Lv seriously suspected that the time it took to brew half a pot of tea had passed, and the child was still not half done.

Master Lv couldn’t take it anymore and said to Little Jingkong, “Jingkong, let Master help you pack.”

Little Jingkong earnestly replied, “No, I should do my own things. I’m not a little child anymore.”

Master Lv felt like going mad—If you’re not a little child, who is? You’re the youngest in the class, okay? I’ve been a master for twenty years, and you’re the youngest student I’ve ever taken in!

Master Lv stretched his legs, changing his sitting position.

Little Jingkong kept on packing slowly.

Master Lv changed his position again.

Little Jingkong was still packing.

Master Lv’s blood pressure was about to rise.

Finally, Little Jingkong finished packing.

Master Lv let out a long sigh of relief, thanking heavens—

Whoosh—

Little Jingkong dumped the books out of his bag again: “I can’t find something.”

Seeing the books piled up like a small mountain on the desk, Master Lv finally rolled his eyes and passed out!

Little Jingkong was taken away by Master Cheng.

As Master Cheng led Little Jingkong out of the classroom, he said with a pleasant face, “I’ll take you out for lunch today.”

Master Cheng was a teacher at Lingbo Academy, with profound knowledge in calligraphy. Xiao Hen had hired him to teach Little Jingkong how to practice his handwriting.

Little Jingkong came first in every subject except for his brush pen handwriting, which was a mess—this he truly inherited from Gu Jiao.

“Oh,” Little Jingkong responded calmly.

Master Cheng: “…”

Why does it feel like this child is soulless today?

The football match ended, and he had left before he could see Jiaojiao. His tiny soul also left with her, and now he was a Little Jingkong without a soul.

…

After coming down from the attic, the Han Family Prince and Prince Ming went to the entrance of the Academy. Prince Ming’s carriage and the Han Family Prince’s horse were already waiting outside.

“I will take you back to your residence first,” said the Han Family Prince.

“Then, thank you, cousin,” replied Prince Ming with a smile.

The Han Family Prince mounted his horse and escorted Prince Ming back to the Crown Prince’s residence.

Prince Ming opened the curtain of the carriage window and said to the Han Family Prince, “Cousin.”

The Han Family Prince checked the road ahead then turned to look at him, “What’s the matter?”

Prince Ming asked, “Earlier, you saw something but didn’t finish speaking about it. What did you mean when you said His Majesty no longer avoids his birthdate?”

The Han Family Prince looked ahead, his eyes deep and said, “It means either His Majesty has forgiven the Princess, or he has completely cut off the father-daughter relationship with the Princess. From the current situation, the latter seems more likely.”

Prince Ming muttered, “Then why hasn’t our imperial grandfather deposed the imperial eldest grandson yet?”