The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1478: 722 Siblings Meet (Second Watch)

Chapter 1478: 722 Siblings Meet (Second Watch)

The underground martial arts arena, that secret organization which specially collects experts from various countries?

That place’s experts, Han Ye had seen them before. Many of his sparring partners came from there, but most of those experts were only famed without substance, not truly his matches!

This person looked even younger than himself.

Han Ye couldn’t believe there was someone of his own age who could surpass him in martial arts!

After pondering for a moment, Han Ye coldly said, “You’re also one of the rescuers hired by that useless Princess? Hah, I truly underestimated her. During the years of her Imperial Tomb Imprisonment, she has indeed plotted a lot in the shadows! Were you also the one behind the assassination of the Brocade Guards at the Prince’s mansion last time?”

The assassination of the Brocade Guards at the Prince’s mansion?

Gu Changqing’s peripheral vision glided towards his rear, a flash of danger crossing his eyes.

Gu Jiao blinked and counted on her fingers.

If I don’t admit it, then it wasn’t me!

Gu Changqing had been in Yan Country for quite a while now, and he was able to speak the language fluently, but without a talent for languages, his accent still had some slight differences.

“Which country are you from?” Han Ye asked.

Han Ye always wanted to recruit any expert he encountered, not knowing that Gu Changqing was Gu Jiao’s elder brother and mistakenly thought the two of them were allies serving the useless Princess at the same time.

Such relationships are often the easiest to dissolve.

Gu Changqing couldn’t care less about wasting words with him; having injured his sister like that, he wanted to slice back, cut by cut, sword strike by sword strike!

What Gu Changqing thought, he did.

Wherever Gu Jiao had been injured, Gu Changqing made sure Han Ye received threefold the pain.

After dozens of moves, every one drew blood.

Han Ye was suppressed miserably, almost being toyed with by Gu Changqing.

Gu Jiao opened Gu Changqing’s brocade bag which contained a packet of Dried Meat (Gu Jiao’s favorite), a small pack of Crab Yellow Crisp (Gu Jiao’s favorite), and a small box of dried plums (Gu Jiao’s favorite).

Gu Jiao took out the Dried Meat and began eating it while watching their duel.

She clearly saw that Gu Changqing’s martial arts had greatly improved since their time in Zhan Country; it seemed that he had not stopped dueling in the underground martial arts arena during this period.

There are no gains without pains in this world; all returns must be earned through trials and hardships.

“Bullying my little sister, you’re not qualified!”

After saying this coldly, Gu Changqing kicked Han Ye in the chest, sending him flying.

Those last words were spoken in the language of Zhan Country, which Han Ye didn’t understand. He only felt that this person’s martial arts were unbelievably strong.

From his youth, he had never met an equal among his peers.

The young man before him was the first.

As if perceiving the thoughts in Han Ye’s heart, Gu Changqing coldly said, “You’re wrong, you’re the second.”

If it weren’t for the safety talisman suppressing my sister’s strength, you would’ve already been reduced to a heap of mud!

Han Ye began to retreat, but Gu Changqing didn’t give him the chance, slicing at his back with his sword!

He fell forward, rolling several times on the ground until he stabilized after hitting a tree stump.

On the ground, his blood flowed profusely.

Gu Jiao gnawed on a piece of Dried Meat.

Hmm, goes well with rice.

Honestly speaking, the gap in strength between Gu Changqing and Han Ye wasn’t so vast as to cause Han Ye’s utter defeat, but Han Ye had touched Gu Changqing’s reverse scale by injuring Gu Jiao.

In a great rage, people can often unleash their greatest potential and combat power.

Crawling on the ground with heavy injuries, Han Ye tried to grasp for the sword he had dropped, but Gu Changqing flicked it away with his own sword.

Gu Changqing swung his long sword, chopping down mercilessly toward Han Ye’s head!

Han Ye closed his eyes.

Just at this critical moment, three hidden weapons whizzed in from the side.

Gu Jiao’s brow twitched, and she sent the Begonia Needles flying with a flick of her wrist.

Two of the hidden weapons were blocked, and the third was deflected by Gu Changqing’s long sword.

Just in the instant when Gu Changqing was blocking the hidden weapons, a man dressed in silvery clothes used his lightness skill to pick up Han Ye from the ground and take him away.

Gu Changqing glanced at Gu Jiao sitting under the big tree, restraining the urge to pursue, but that didn’t mean he would let Han Ye off so easily.

He slashed out a streak of sword energy into the air.

The opponent clearly didn’t expect this move, and in a moment’s delay, failed to dodge with Han Ye.

“Ahhh—”

A scream was heard as Han Ye’s tendon was severed at the root by the sword energy!

“It’s Qun Xuan,” Gu Jiao said.

“Tang Sect’s Qun Xuan?” Gu Changqing’s brows furrowed.

“That’s him,” Gu Jiao nodded.

Gu Changqing said, “I’ve heard of him in the underground martial arts arena.”

Qun Xuan also came to Shengdu in Yan Country through the underground martial arts arena, and he was ranked seventh among the experts there.

Currently, Gu Changqing was ranked eleventh.

But it took Qun Xuan two years to climb to seventh place, while Gu Changqing had only been here for two months.

In those two months, Gu Changqing had fought almost ceaselessly day and night, all to hasten his arrival in Shengdu.

Sheathing his sword, Gu Changqing knelt on one knee before Gu Jiao and asked her, “Does it hurt?”

“What? Oh, the wound? No, it doesn’t hurt,” said Gu Jiao nonchalantly, shaking her head.

Gu Jiao’s injuries were mainly on her arm and shoulder, indicating the extent to which she fiercely exchanged blows with Han Ye.

Gu Changqing didn’t carry any healing ointment on him.

“I will take you to the Medical Hall,” Gu Changqing said.

He hoisted Gu Jiao onto his back.

Gu Jiao said, “I can walk.”

Gu Changqing had no intention of putting her down. “You have sprained your foot.”

“Have I?” Gu Jiao lay on Gu Changqing’s back and silently rotated her right foot.

“The other one,” Gu Changqing said without turning his head.

Gu Jiao then twisted her left foot.

It seemed indeed sprained; she couldn’t even move it, and her ankle must have already swelled up.

She hadn’t even noticed it herself.

Gu Changqing knew it would be like this, she always seemed careless about her own safety, as if injuries were just part of her daily routine.

Yet, if someone she cared about lost even a strand of hair, she would make the culprit lose a layer of skin.

The carriage was already broken, and Mama had been scared off, leaving only a coachman lying unconscious on the ground.

As Gu Changqing approached him, the man woke up in a daze.

“Whose coachman?” Gu Changqing asked Gu Jiao.

“Mine,” Gu Jiao said, switching back to her boyish voice.

The murderous air around Gu Changqing faded as he said to the coachman, “Follow us.”

The coachman, utterly clueless about what had happened, saw the scene of a fight and shrank his neck, quickly following after Gu Changqing.

The coachman was from Yan Country, and the siblings were speaking the language of Zhan Country; there was no need to hide anything from him.

Gu Changqing was tall and stately, and with Gu Jiao perched on his back, she looked particularly petite.

The small tuft of hair on the top of her head swayed in the breeze.

Looking at their shadows on the ground, Gu Changqing couldn’t help but smile.

“How did you know I was here?” Gu Jiao asked.

With the coachman present, she spoke in her boyish voice, which sounded much more convincing than it did when she was fighting at the border pass.

Gu Changqing spoke softly, “I didn’t know. I was passing by and saw two horses rush out, so I came to check.”

These words were half true; in Zhan Country, as a subject, he lived off the emperor’s largesse and shouldered the emperor’s worries, punishing the wicked and eradicating evil was his duty.

But this wasn’t Zhan Country.

His purpose in coming to Yan Country was only to find a cure for Gu Jiao’s uncontrollable condition; everything else was irrelevant to him.

Yet for some reason, he still came, as if there was an invisible force compelling him.

“Did you … sustain a lot of injuries?” Gu Jiao saw an inch-long scar on the back of Gu Changqing’s neck.

It was clearly newly healed.

There must be even more on his body.

“No, I wasn’t injured,” Gu Changqing, unaware that she had seen the scar, flatly denied.

Gu Jiao did not ask further.

“Nevertheless, why have you come to Yan Country?” Gu Changqing asked.

When Gu Changqing left Zhan Country, Gu Yan had not yet been injured, and Gu Jiao had expressed no plans to travel to Yan Country.

Gu Jiao told him about Gu Yan being hurt by Nangong Li, “… Ayan must have the surgery within six months. I heard Yan Country might have the Operating Room I need. I was planning to join you, but you had already set off.”

Given Gu Yan’s condition at the time, it was not suitable for him to travel; fortunately, Shifu from Xiaojingkong had sent over an entrance letter for school.

Gu Changqing had not expected so much to have transpired in the Capital City after his departure.

He was not one to regret his decisions, but at that moment, he couldn’t help but wonder if things would have turned out differently if he had left a few days later. Could he have traveled to Yan Country with them?

But on second thought, it was perhaps for the better that they hadn’t come together.

It was for the best that his younger siblings had not witnessed those dark days he spent in the underground Martial Arts Arena.

“How is Ayan’s condition now?” he asked.

“The surgery was very successful,” Gu Jiao said.

Gu Changqing was mildly surprised. “It’s already been done?”

Gu Jiao nodded. “Yes, I performed the surgery myself.”

Gu Changqing’s heart settled, and after a moment, he couldn’t help but ask, “It won’t recur in the future, right?”

Gu Jiao said earnestly, “With good recovery, the chances of relapse are slim.”

A gentle curve touched Gu Changqing’s lips. “Jiaojiao is truly amazing.”

Gu Jiao gravely agreed. “Hmm, I also think I am amazing.”

Gu Changqing laughed out loud.

He carried Gu Jiao to the edge of a wild Lotus Pond, leaned over to pluck a large lotus leaf, and handed it to the coachman, saying in Yan Country’s language, “Wrap it well for my … brother.”

He almost said sister instead.

The coachman suddenly understood.

So they were brothers.

No, a brother pampered like this, is it necessary?

Let him down to walk!

Make him hold his own umbrella!

Don’t spoil him!

The coachman dutifully made a Lotus Leaf Umbrella for Gu Jiao.

With the shade over her head, Gu Jiao comfortably exhaled a breath of relief.

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