The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1590: 767 The Secrets of One's Birth Revealed (First Update)

Chapter 1590: 767 The Secrets of One’s Birth Revealed (First Update)

Gu Jiao paid close attention in the National Master Hall, speaking in the voice of a young boy.

Her female identity, fortunately, wasn’t exposed.

But it would have been better if it had been!

Two grown men behaving like that, Ya He was about to go insane.

What had he done to deserve witnessing such scenes time and time again?

He really didn’t want to know about the relationship between His Highness Changsun and Young Master Xiao!

And now even calling each other husband, are you two playing such a big game!

Also, Young Master Xiao, you have such high martial prowess, yet are you really the bottom one? Have you forgotten that you are already the new commander of Hei Fengqi? Is this really how you celebrate your promotion and wealth?

Moreover, Your Highness Changsun, are you not a dying man, don’t you know to take it easy?

No, both of you take it easy!

One is a patient, the other is injured, that’s harmful to your health!

Ya He could no longer look directly at Gu Jiao and Xiao Hen, standing frozen at the door, unsure whether to leave or stay.

As Xiao Hen turned his head, he saw Ya He looking as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

His body stiffened, but he didn’t immediately push Gu Jiao away; instead, he held her tighter, lifting his wide sleeve to completely shelter Gu Jiao’s little head, then gave Ya He a look that said, “figure it out for yourself.”

“Did someone come?” asked Gu Jiao.

“It’s nothing,” Xiao Hen said calmly.

Ya He’s mouth twitched, Your Highness Changsun, have you become so practiced?

Last time you blushed! And then you quickly separated!

This time, are you treating me as blind?!

Don’t be absurd!

Inside his head, Ya He ranted furiously, barely able to keep up his gentlemanly image.

See no evil, see no evil.

Ya He once again closed his eyes, blindly entered the room to place the medicinal soup on the table, and blindly left.

It gets easier with practice.

He didn’t bump into any pillars.

It wasn’t until Ya He had walked far away that Xiao Hen’s ears began to redden slightly.

He was thin-skinned, how could he remain indifferent after being caught? But he preferred to be watched by Ya He rather than push her away when her legs were weak.

Thinking about what she said, Xiao Hen found it infuriating yet amusing: “Why are you so cheeky?”

Gu Jiao, addicted to acting, put on an excessively dramatic expression: “Man, you lit the fire, you put it out!”

Xiao Hen again: “…”

Gu Jiao had a little notebook with one entry after another.

Xiao Hen didn’t have a notebook, but he remembered it all in his heart.

Every word she said needed to be fulfilled, including interest, compounded interest at that.

Gu Jiao had no idea that her husband had already turned into a cunning big bad wolf, fantasizing about the day he could devour her whole.

After drinking the medicinal soup, Gu Jiao felt much stronger and her legs were not as weak; she could walk a few steps.

Xiao Hen, feeling sorry for her, brought over a wheelchair.

“Sit in this,” Xiao Hen said.

Gu Jiao thought about it and sat down.

It was her first time sitting in one, and it felt quite novel.

“Where do you want to go, I’ll push—”

Before he could finish the word “you,” Xiao Hen saw someone with their hand bandaged like a big, bear paw, speeding down the corridor in the wheelchair.

Xiao Hen: “…”

Gu Jiao sped all the way to the courtyard, where there was a lawn and it was not easy for the wheelchair to move.

Horse King came trotting over, curiously looking at Gu Jiao.

“Push me over there,” Gu Jiao told Horse King.

Horse King moved behind Gu Jiao and used his head to push the back of the wheelchair, bringing Gu Jiao in front of King Hei Feng.

Gu Jiao looked up and extended her hand: “Boss.”

Black Wind King lifted one of his hooves.

A person and a horse shook hands—well, hooves—amicably.

Both Black Wind King and Gu Jiao needed to recuperate; Black Wind King dutifully stayed in the courtyard to heal, but Gu Jiao was not so obedient.

She harnessed Horse King with a bridle.

She didn’t have a sled dog, but she had a wheelchair horse.

Horse King, pulling Gu Jiao, ran around the National Master Hall.

Half a “shi chen” later.

The wheelchair of the National Master Hall was ruined.

A person and a horse sat on the garden path, next to them the wrecked wheelchair with one wheel lost to who knows where.

A person and a horse, covered in grass, had synchronized expressions of innocence.

When Ye Qing arrived with a new wheelchair, seeing the mess, he was at a loss for words.

Gu Jiao accused first: “The wheelchairs of the National Master Hall are of poor quality; they need improvement in the future.”

Ye Qing: “…”

Ye Qing had heard from Ya He that Young Master Xiao had woken up and had come on behalf of his master to check his recovery and see if there were any complications, only to find someone racing wildly through the National Master Hall.

He couldn’t even call out to stop her.

Then he heard a loud crash…

Ye Qing helped Gu Jiao into the new wheelchair.