The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1589: 766 Everyone is Huanxi (Second Update)_2

Chapter 1589: 766 Everyone is Huanxi (Second Update)_2

Gu Jiao opened her mouth again.

Xiao Hen sighed.

“It’s not exposed.”

“There are no sequelae.”

“Everything is very good.”

Gu Jiao hummed contentedly and said, “My mentor’s wife is amazing!”

Xiao Hen felt both amused and exasperated, shaking his head helplessly with a chuckle.

Then he took her hand and tenderly arranged her hair around her temples, “You are also amazing, my Commander.”

Gu Jiao widened her eyes, “Eh?”

…

In Jinluan Hall, the ministers had differing opinions on the appointment of Xiao Liulang as the new Commander of Hei Fengqi.

“Your Majesty, I think this is improper,” said the Prefect of the Capital as he stepped forward with his tablet of office.

The Minister of Justice, Dong Wei, inquired, “Minister Su, what is improper about this matter?”

The Prefect’s surname was Su, the patriarch of Su Family, and Mu Qingchen’s biological grandfather.

He spoke coldly, “How can our Great Dayan Dynasty appoint a man from Zhan Country as a Commander?”

Dong Wei responded, “He has now been adopted by Duke Residence as a righteous son, making him a citizen of Yan Country.”

“That still isn’t proper!” Old Master Su resolutely objected.

Dong Wei bowed to the sovereign on the Dragon Throne and firmly addressed Old Master Su, “The selection of Hei Fengqi’s Commander was proposed by His Majesty and agreed upon by the major families. The rules are crystal clear to all household leaders, civil and military officials. You did not object early or late, but only after the selection had ended. Could it be that Minister Su… simply can’t accept defeat?”

Old Master Su huffed coldly in disdain, “An adopted son doesn’t count! He isn’t the Duke’s biological son!”

Dong Wei smiled, “But I clearly recall that Su Family also had an adopted son who participated in the selection.”

The two spots given to Su Family were allotted to Mu Qingchen and another expert brought in from outside, who, of course, wasn’t there to compete for first place but to help wear down Mu Qingchen’s opponents.

It was a routine tactic in the selection, known to all but spoken by none.

Old Master Su was left speechless and choked up.

The sovereign spoke impatiently, “Enough, no more arguing!”

His head was aching from their bickering.

It wasn’t just the obstinate patriarchs of noble families who were frustrated; so was he!

From the start, he had no intention of allowing anyone to progress; he was prepared to take back the Hei Fengqi. Who would have known that someone would actually break through!

How did this Xiao Liulang pass the test?

And how did he decipher the hidden task in the secret letter?

What were Han Lei and Geng Family’s Geng Wuming doing that even a brat from Zhan Country couldn’t be stopped?

He would have preferred the Geng Family to seize military power rather than it fall into Duke Residence’s hands!

However, he was the ruler of a nation—his words were to be taken as sacred and could not be altered from morning to evening.

He might be mad, he might rule with an iron fist, but there was always reason behind it.

He was just adept at prescribing the harshest penalties for the slightest faults; it didn’t mean he would penalize someone without cause.

These were maneuvers kept behind the scenes, not brought to light.

“Han Lei,” spoke the sovereign, voice tinged with irritation.

“I am here,” Han Lei stepped forward, holding his tablet of office.

The ruler’s heart bled, suppressing the impulse to rage. Grudgingly and unwillingly, he commanded, “Send the Hei Fengqi commander’s flag, seal, and token… to Xiao Liulang of Duke Residence!”

Han Lei sorrowfully agreed, “…Understood.”

After Mu Family lost their command over two hundred thousand troops, Han Family now lost fifty thousand of Hei Fengqi.

…

Gu Jiao got out of bed.

There were no female disciples in National Master Hall, so in recent days, her clothes were changed by Shangguan Yun’s palace maids.

Today, the little palace maid was absent, offering Xiao Hen a rare chance to take care of his wife.

Gu Jiao sat on the bed, while Xiao Hen stood behind her, tying her headband.

She dressed as a young man, so a simple tie of the headband was all that was needed.

Just these hands—

Gu Jiao looked at her own paws, wrapped in thick bandages with a sense of huge grievance, “Isn’t this too exaggerated?”

Xiao Hen said, “The National Master wrapped them himself; he says it’s not exaggerated.”

Gu Jiao pouted.

What Xiao Hen didn’t say was, her hands had been injured from gripping the reins too firmly for too long. Her palms were rubbed raw, a bloody, blurry mess that had dried and stuck to the reins—so much so that the reins had to be cut to separate them before being brought to National Master Hall for treatment by the National Master.

She had passed out at that time, forgetting everything.

It was a blessing in disguise that she was unconscious, considering the pain it would have caused.

Little Jingspace had already been carried to the bedchamber, sprawling in a new pose to continue his deep slumber.

Gu Jiao looked at him, then at the black wind king and horse king in the courtyard, and finally at Xiao Hen, who was tenderly attending to her.

The room was quiet, the cicadas loud.

Yet for some reason, her heart was joyful and at peace.

She lifted the thin blanket with her bandage-wrapped paws and got up from the bed.

After just one step, her legs gave out and she fell forward with a thud!

Xiao Hen quickly reached out to catch her, but she fell too fast, and the momentum was too great. All he could do was throw himself forward, wrapping his arms around her and falling to the ground.

He crashed heavily onto the cold, hard floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked, holding her tightly.

Gu Jiao lay on his chest and shook her head, “I’m fine; what about you? Does it hurt? Did I weigh too much?”

Xiao Hen held her still protectively, one arm around her waist, the other cradling her head.

He smiled softly, “I’m not hurt, and no, you’re not heavy.”

Gu Jiao asked curiously, “Why are my legs so weak?”

It was completely unexpected.

Xiao Hen whispered, “You exerted yourself too much. You haven’t rested for a day and a night, constantly riding. It would be strange if your legs weren’t weak.”

Resigned, Gu Jiao buried her little head in Xiao Hen’s sturdy chest and exhaled lengthily, “My legs don’t feel like mine; I can’t even wiggle my toes. Husband, you’re amazing.”

Xiao Hen, who felt tackled without the presence of a car, “…”

And Ya He, who just arrived at the door with soup medicine, “…”

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