The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 894 - 894 Family of Three (First Update)

Chapter 894: Family of Three (First Update) Chapter 894: Family of Three (First Update) The rain poured down.

The Vermilion Bird Avenue was shrouded in a mist of rain.

Princess Xinyang sat in front of the window, quietly watching the heavy rain in the courtyard.

She was dressed in her nightgown, as if she had just climbed out of bed.

Yujin came out of the Flower Room, folded her umbrella, shook off the raindrops, handed it to a maid beside her, then she turned around to enter the room and said to Princess Xinyang, “That peony survived, but it can’t go on like this. A few more rains like this and not even the great immortals could save it.”

Princess Xinyang didn’t say anything, just silently enjoyed the rain.

“The rain is blowing in.” Yujin walked over, removed the stick that was propping up the windowsill, lowered the window, and said, “After this rain, it should start to cool down, which is just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

With no more heavy rain to watch, Princess Xinyang dropped her gaze but remained silent.

Yujin looked deeply at her, “Princess, are you troubled by something?”

“I just had a dream,” Princess Xinyang said, “I dreamt of that child.”

Yujin’s eyes flickered, and she tentatively asked, “The young marquis?”

“Yes.” Princess Xinyang readily admitted, pinching her left sleeve with her right hand, “He was calling out to kill me.”

Yujin’s expression changed slightly, “Princess!”

Princess Xinyang just smiled faintly.

Yujin wanted to say more but stopped herself, sighing, “It’s getting late, Princess. You should rest early.”

…

Xiao Liulang woke up in the middle of the night; he lay on the soft bedchamber, disoriented for a good while before he remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep at the desk. But why was he now in a bed? It didn’t even seem to be his own.

“Awake?”

Gu Jiao’s voice came from beside his ear.

The rain outside had lessened, the torrential downpour had turned into a drizzle of autumn rain, bringing an instant chill of fall with it.

A yellowish light from the oil lamp still lingered on the candlestick.

Xiao Liulang turned his head to look at Gu Jiao lying beside him; her expression and voice were clear, evidently, she hadn’t slept at all.

The remnants of anxiety in his dream began to dissipate, bit by bit, under her gentle gaze.

“What happened to me?” As he spoke, he realized how hoarse his voice was, barely recognizing it as his own, and he felt a swelling pain in his throat.

Gu Jiao explained, “You got caught in the rain today and fell ill. You had a high fever before your family returned, and it was Jingkong who took care of you.”

Xiao Liulang was stunned, “He… took care of me?”

That child monk knew how to take care of others?

Gu Jiao’s lips curved slightly, pointing to the cooling sticker on his forehead, “This is what he put on you.”

When little Jingkong had high fever from chickenpox, Gu Jiao had put one on him, and they had a box of them at home. She hadn’t expected he would remember and actually find and apply one to Xiao Liulang by following her example.

Xiao Liulang felt the cool and soft object on his forehead, belatedly feeling the coolness.

Without being told, he could guess it was something from her first aid kit; he had seen it applied to the three of them before.

Xiao Liulang had already grown quite accepting of the strange items that appeared in the first aid kit, but he was rather surprised that little Jingkong could actually take care of him.

“The little guy knows how to take care of people?” he muttered to himself.

Gu Jiao’s lips curved again, “Not only that, he also fed you water, but you don’t remember. It was raining heavily, no one was at home, and he put on his little raincoat and went to the Medical Hall to bring Doctor Song to the house.”

“He… went that far?”

Xiao Liulang was even more surprised.

The little fellow was always up to mischief at home, often talking back to him and causing everyone to be in a flurry, which made it easy to mistake him for a naughty and immature child.

But in truth, he was much more resilient and sensible than other children his age.

Gu Jiao looked at him, “So surprised?”

Xiao Liulang admitted candidly, “I just didn’t expect him to care so much about me.”

Gu Jiao said, “Compared to me, he’s even more worried about you. He says you don’t know how to take care of yourself, going out in the rain without an umbrella, even worse than a little child.”

Xiao Liulang explained, “I didn’t expect it to rain when I left.”

He had left home too early; it was still dark outside, and he couldn’t make out the sky. When Jingkong went out, dawn was breaking, and he had just learned “Red sky in morning, sailors take warning; red sky at night, sailors’ delight” in the Guozijian.

So, he took his own umbrella and raincoat with him.

Truly a child who brings peace of mind.

Gu Jiao smiled slightly and continued, “Jingkong also said, ‘I know brother-in-law leaves early, but couldn’t he buy an umbrella on the way? Does he have to walk in the rain all the way back home, so silly!'”

Xiao Liulang’s lips twitched, this imitation of a complaining tone was spot on.

Gu Jiao went on, “He even asked me if I didn’t give you pocket money, causing you to be unable to afford even an umbrella.”

Xiao Liulang: “…”

How could a four-year-old child monk come up with so many ideas?

Gu Jiao uncovered the blanket, got off the bed, handed him a pill, and poured him a cup of hot water, “Since you’re awake, you might as well take your medicine.”

Xiao Liulang sat up, took the medicine, and drank the water as well.

It was then that he finally sensed something amiss, “How did I end up on your bed?”

Gu Jiao blinked and said very seriously, “It wasn’t me who carried you here!”

Xiao Liulang: “…”

“Sleep now!” Gu Jiao placed the teacup nicely, and decisively snuggled into the blankets to feign death!

Xiao Liulang also lay down but didn’t sleep; instead, he stared at her without blinking.

Gu Jiao could feel the unmistakable gaze from him even with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes, “That’s right, I forgot to turn off the light.”

Having said that, she extinguished the oil lamp before lying down again.

Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness and an eerie silence.

Xiao Liulang could hear her somewhat irregular breathing. He continued to look at her steadily in the dark and said, “If one day, you discover that I’m not what you see, would you be disappointed?”

“Why should I be disappointed?” Gu Jiao turned her head toward him, “Also, not what I see? Is your face fake?”

She reached out and pinched his face.

“…No,” he said.

Gu Jiao’s fingertips moved down, touching his pectoral muscles: “Is this fake?”

Xiao Liulang took a deep breath: “…This isn’t either.”

“What about this?”

Her small hand poked at his abs.

Wherever her fingertips touched, there was a soft and tingling sensation that seemed enough to set one ablaze.

Xiao Liulang hurriedly caught her restless hand, fearing that if he didn’t stop her, her hand might wander further down to something that shouldn’t be touched.

“This is real too,” he said hoarsely, “Don’t touch randomly.”

Gu Jiao: “Oh.”

Xiao Liulang: …Why does her tone sound so regretful?

Xiao Liulang didn’t release her hand, but he didn’t apply much force either. If she wished, she could pull her hand away.

Gu Jiao didn’t do so. Instead, she turned on her side to face him, as if she could actually see him in the pitch-black night.

Their breaths entwined endlessly in the night.

Suddenly, she hooked his finger and asked, “Since you’re real from head to toe, I won’t be disappointed.”

But what if the identity is fake?

What if I’m not the person you think I am at all?

Xiao Liulang composed himself, summoning a great deal of courage before he could make a sound, “Have you ever thought that I might not be the real…”

Nevertheless, it was difficult to utter.

In fact, Gu Jiao didn’t mind, it didn’t matter to her whether he was the real Xiao Liulang or not.

However, since he had brought the matter into the open, she was also very willing to be honest with him.

So Gu Jiao looked at him: “Not the real what?”

Xiao Liulang tightened his grip on her hand, “Not the real…”

“Achoo!”

A sudden sneeze came from behind them. Xiao Liulang’s body jolted, and he swiftly turned his head to look at the other side of himself.

The night was too dark to see anything, but when he reached out his hand, he indeed felt a small, yawning sticky rice dumpling.

“How… how is he here?”

Xiao Liulang was almost scared into a cold sweat!

Luckily, he hadn’t done anything to Gu Jiao, otherwise—

Gu Jiao let out an “Oh,” and said, “He was worried about you, so he followed us here. He’s probably wanting to pee; he drank a bowl of Snow Pear Soup before going to sleep.”

As she spoke, Gu Jiao felt for a match from the bedside table and lit the oil lamp.

Indeed, the drowsy little Jing Kong was already covering his little butt, dreaming about searching everywhere for a toilet, and he had finally found it!

“I’ll do it,” said Xiao Liulang.

He had just picked up little Jing Kong, not yet having managed to pull down his trousers, when Jing Kong peed…

A thorough dark history!

Xiao Liulang, drenched in urine and with a face full of black lines: “…”

The next morning, aside from a sore throat and a hoarse voice, Xiao Liulang was fine.

Little Jing Kong woke up on Jiaojiao’s bed, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He stretched his little body as he left the east room and immediately saw Xiao Liulang sitting in the main room, organizing his books. They had been wetted by rain that had drifted in last night, and now that the sky had cleared up this morning, he planned to take them out to dry.

He also saw little Jing Kong coming out from the east room and raised an eyebrow, “You wet your pants last night.”

Little Jing Kong’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re lying! How could I wet the bed? I stopped wetting my pants when I was one!”

This was the honest truth; he was the only baby in the temple that did not wet his pants!

Xiao Liulang laughed, “If you don’t believe it, go look. Your wet trousers haven’t been washed yet.”

Little Jing Kong ran to the backyard in a hurry, and indeed found his trousers that he had worn to bed, all wet!

And yet, he was wearing another pair of trousers at the moment.

Little Jing Kong’s body swayed, and his little hands covered his heart in disbelief, “This this this…”

Xiao Liulang walked over, smirking, “See? I didn’t lie to you, did I?”

Little Jing Kong, flailing his little fists and hopping in agitation, insisted, “I didn’t wet my pants! It, it must have been you! You wet your own pants and blamed it on me! Don’t believe me, look! Your trousers are here too! All wet!”

Xiao Liulang: “That was you peeing on me!”

Little Jing Kong resolutely refused to believe that he had wet his trousers, insisting that his brother-in-law, who was so grown-up, still wet his pants and then blamed him for it, how embarrassing!

“Humph!”

With a snort, Little Jing Kong walked away!

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