The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1593: 768 Little Cutie (Second Update)

Chapter 1593: 768 Little Cutie (Second Update)

It’s not impossible.

In the study room, he arranged Jing Yinyin’s various things to make it seem like he was very concerned about her. Then he duped her into thinking she was Jing Yinyin to win her over and have her serve the National Master Hall.

This speculation seems very credible.

Moreover, that guy just now clearly held back; he had more to say.

Whether she is Jing Yinyin or not, she will verify it herself; she doesn’t have to believe it just because he said it.

It’s not like she doesn’t believe a word he says just because she’s wary of him.

The disciple from the small bamboo house offered to accompany Gu Jiao, but she refused.

She wanted some peace and quiet alone.

As she swiftly pushed the wheelchair out of the bamboo forest with her clumsy bear paws, Xiao Hen, who had been waiting outside the bamboo forest for a long time, quickly walked over.

“I’ll do it,” Xiao Hen said.

“Oh,” Gu Jiao let go and took her bear paws back, resting them on her legs.

She had just come out and, preoccupied with her thoughts, forgot to bring an umbrella.

The sun was fierce, hurting her eyes.

Suddenly, the light above her head dimmed; Xiao Hen had opened an oiled paper umbrella above her head.

Xiao Hen said softly, “The Mistress mentioned that your eyes might be a bit sensitive to light these days.”

Gu Jiao felt warmth in her heart.

Her husband was truly thoughtful.

She reached out to take the umbrella, “I can hold it myself; you just push the wheelchair.”

Xiao Hen rejected her hand, “I still have that bit of strength.”

Thinking back on when she had him pinned down and felt his young yet powerful body, Gu Jiao realized he was not as frail as before.

“Have you been secretly exercising without telling me?” Not only did he have abs, but also pecs, and even his arms had smoothly lined muscles—nothing exaggerated but nicely toned just right.

Xiao Hen didn’t even lift his eyelids, serene and effortless, “How could I? I don’t even have enough time to read.”

The wheelchair is indeed heavy; it’s strenuous with one hand.

But I can’t let my wife see that I’m no good.

A man can’t be no good!

—From tonight on, I’ll add an extra two hours of training every night!

…

Using all his Herculean strength, Xiao Hen pushed Gu Jiao back to the Qilin Palace. Just at the entrance, they happened to bump into the Duke of An and Jing Er, who were coming out.

During the days Gu Jiao was unconscious, the Duke of An visited her daily.

It was well known that Gu Jiao was his adopted child; he didn’t need to hide it. Moreover, this gave him an excuse to also visit the Princess. He only had to be careful.

After all, when he and the Princess got together, they represented the remnants of the Xuanyuan Family.

He had just greeted the Princess when he heard that Gu Jiao had woken up and gone out. He couldn’t wait to come and find her.

He was quite fortunate.

Jing Er said in surprise, “You’re back! My elder brother was just about to look for you, Liulang! Huh? Liulang, why are you also in a wheelchair?”

Gu Jiao responded with an “Oh,” “I…”

Xiao Hen, fearful that she’d blurt out something inappropriate again, hurriedly said, “Liulang just woke up; she’s still weak, and with the weather this hot, walking too much could lead to heatstroke.”

“That’s true,” Jing Er accepted this explanation.

The Duke of An’s concerned gaze fell on Gu Jiao. He dipped his finger into the wet cloth on the armrest and wrote, “How, do, you, feel?”

Jing Er looked at the Duke of An’s handwriting and told Gu Jiao, “My elder brother is asking how you feel.”

Gu Jiao said, “I feel quite good.”

The Duke of An continued to write, “Do, your, eyes, still, hurt?”

They still hurt a bit, but Gu Jiao didn’t want to worry the Duke of An and said, “Not anymore.”

“Let’s talk inside,” Xiao Hen said, “It’s hot out here.”

The group went to Gu Jiao’s room.

Xiao Hen noticed Gu Jiao had something she wanted to say to the Duke of An. While he could get incredibly jealous over trivial matters, he wouldn’t fuss over important things.

He told Jing Er, “Little uncle, I need to return some books to the Book Pavilion, come with me.”

Jing Er glanced at the oppressively hot sun and coughed lightly, “I’d like to stay with my elder brother.”

The Duke of An: No, you wouldn’t.

In the end, Jing Er was dragged away by Xiao Hen. Xiao Hen had borrowed a lot of books from the Book Pavilion; it would take Jing Er several trips to move them all.

“Why am I the one moving them?” Jing Er looked at the empty-handed Xiao Hen with a hint of resentment.

Xiao Hen sighed, “Ah, I’m just an invalid with the strength of a chicken. How can I compare with you, little uncle, so Herculean? It’s not just a few books; even if you had to move a mountain, you could do it.”

Jing Er: “You’re pretty down-to-earth.”

Xiao Hen: “…”

After Xiao Hen and Second Master Jing left, only Gu Jiao and the Duke of An remained in the room.

Little Jing was there originally, but before Xiao Hen came to find Gu Jiao, he took the sleeping child to Shangguan Yun’s place.

The afternoon breeze didn’t carry a hint of coolness; the entire Qilin Hall was like a giant steamer being baked by the scorching sun, and even the presence of ice blocks inside was to no avail.

But miraculously, both their hearts were tranquil.

This was a very comfortable way of being together.

To facilitate communication between the two, Gu Jiao’s wheelchair was right next to the Duke of An, allowing her to see clearly whatever he wrote.

The Duke of An dipped his fingertip in water and wrote, “It seems you have something to say to me.”

Gu Jiao didn’t deny it; just as she had decided to investigate the matter of Jing Yinyin, the Duke of An came to visit, and it seemed she should not miss this opportunity.

She turned her head to look at the Duke of An’s handsome profile and asked, “Can you tell me about Jing Yinyin?”

The Duke of An couldn’t move his body, but he could blink.

Gu Jiao saw his eyelashes tremble slightly, which must mean he was somewhat surprised.

But even if he was surprised, he didn’t ask Gu Jiao, “Why are you suddenly asking about Yinyin,” he trusted Gu Jiao unreservedly, willing to satisfy all her curiosities without questioning whether she had any ulterior motives.

He wrote, “What do you want to know about Yinyin?”

A father’s longing for his child is boundless, and on the topic of Yinyin, if not categorized, he could talk about every minute detail for three days and three nights.

Indeed, where should one start to understand?

First… intelligence perhaps.

“Is Yinyin smart?” Gu Jiao asked.

“Of course.” As the Duke of An wrote, he showed an exceedingly proud expression, “Yinyin is the smartest child in the world.”

“Nonsense!” Second Master Jing’s head suddenly appeared from outside the window—a guy who had snuck back midway while moving books, “Yinyin still can’t speak at two years old! Stupid to death!”

The Duke of An was so angry that his whole body shook, and he wrote with Herculean fury, “She clearly started calling mother when she was only one year, seven months, and thirteen days old!”

Gu Jiao: “…”

Indeed, in the eyes of lovers there’s Xi Shi, in the eyes of parents, there’s a genius.

The Duke of An continued to write, “Don’t listen to him; Yinyin is very smart, just late to bloom, and once she did, she could memorize many poems, none of the children her age could outdo her.”

So, was this a competition?

It didn’t sound like something she would do.

She disliked memorizing poems so much, even if she remembered them, she wouldn’t recite them out loud.

Gu Jiao envisioned a scene where her adult-intelligent self was nodding and babbling in a child’s voice, competing with a bunch of little kids reciting poems, and she shuddered at the cringe!

This was definitely not her!

“Yinyin… are you close with your parents?” Unconsciously, Gu Jiao dropped Jing Yinyin’s last name.

“Very close.” The eyes of the Duke of An softened and were filled with indulgence when he mentioned his daughter, “She clings to her mother and me, always following us wherever we go. She refuses to sleep by herself, always sneaking up to our bed in the middle of the night with her little pillow in her arms.”

Gu Jiao then envisioned a scene where she childishly said, “My bed doesn’t want me to sleep on it today,” then trotted eagerly to the Duke and Duchess of An’s room, and dumped her round self onto the Duke and Duchess of An’s bedchamber.

Such childish behavior, that couldn’t possibly be her!

Gu Jiao cleared her throat, “She… doesn’t like talking much, right? And rarely calls out to mom and dad.”

The Duke of An wrote, “Not at all, Yinyin loves to speak, always keeping mom and dad on her lips.”

“Mommy, eat!”

“Daddy, hug!”

“Yinyin doesn’t want to sleep yet, needs a kiss to fall asleep.”

“But Yinyin is so cute, who could bear to refuse her?”

So cutesy, with a tilted head, so adorable!

Gu Jiao felt goosebumps all over, why was the image in her mind so vivid?

Just visualizing a little, does it need to be so high-definition?

The Duke of An wrote on the armrest, “Yinyin’s mother and I have always felt that having Yinyin was the greatest blessing Heaven could bestow on us.”

Gu Jiao gazed at the words on the armrest and suddenly fell silent.

Growing up doted on by the Duke of An and Xuanyuan Zu must have been a very happy thing.

“Ms. Gu! Take your daughter away! I don’t want to see her again!”

“Mommy…”

“I don’t want you anymore! Don’t call me mommy again!”

“Mommy, mommy… I’ll be good… I won’t cry… I won’t eat anything… please open the door… mommy… mommy I’m so cold… it’s so dark in here… I’m scared… mommy…”

This was her childhood.

It was a night where salvation would never come.

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