The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 910 - 910 418 Her Secret (two updates)_3

Chapter 910: 418 Her Secret (two updates)_3 Chapter 910: 418 Her Secret (two updates)_3 Of course, this was just Gu Jiao’s wild speculation, without sufficient scientific basis to support it.

Today, Long Yi insisted on using the spatula to feed the sick Gu Jiao, not allowing her to pick up a pen.

As the night deepened, Gu Jiao planned to return home. Before leaving, she went to thank Princess Xinyang and say goodbye.

Princess Xinyang was practicing calligraphy again.

For some reason, a scene suddenly emerged in Gu Jiao’s mind—a young Princess Xinyang sitting by a window bathed in sunlight practicing her calligraphy, with a young Xiao Liulang sitting across from her.

Princess Xinyang said, “You’re not allowed to eat until you’ve written a thousand characters.”

The little Xiao Liulang begrudgingly picked up his brush, resigned to start writing.

Why such a thought? It was all because Xiao Liulang always pressed her to practice calligraphy. She seriously suspected that he had been tormented by Princess Xinyang as a child and was now inflicting it on others as he grew up.

Gu Jiao collected her thoughts and said to Princess Xinyang, “Thank you for today, Your Highness.”

Although it was Long Yi who had picked her up, the fact that she wasn’t thrown out was no small feat.

Princess Xinyang said indifferently, “No need for thanks. Your life is quite valuable, after all, you still need to treat me.”

Gu Jiao: “…”

You make such a good point that I find myself at a loss for words.

“I shall take my leave,” Gu Jiao said, turning to walk away.

As Princess Xinyang continued her calligraphy, she suddenly called out, “Girl.”

“Hmm?” Gu Jiao stopped and looked at her, puzzled. “Does Your Highness need something else?”

Princess Xinyang asked, “How can someone like you still be a doctor?”

It wasn’t a tone of doubt, nor was it one of disdain, but simply one of pure curiosity.

Gu Jiao paused, “… What kind of person am I?”

Princess Xinyang said, “Don’t ask me, ask yourself.”

This was the second time tonight that Princess Xinyang had said something strange to her. She didn’t think that just because she was covered in blood and unconscious could Princess Xinyang draw such a conclusion.

Could it be that she had done something else while she had been unconscious?

And Princess Xinyang had discovered her secret?

Shadow, bloodlust.

These words always circulated within the Organization, so normally no one dared to provoke her.

But only the Godfather knew that she wasn’t truly bloodthirsty; she simply couldn’t control herself. Blood excited her, and in her previous life, she had been training herself through various surgeries. She had already gained good control; an utter loss of control like tonight was rare.

Who would have thought that Princess Xinyang would encounter her?

To be precise, it was after Long Yi had brought her back that Princess Xinyang witnessed her losing control.

However, it was also fortunate that Long Yi had picked her up. If she had stayed with Liu Yisheng and Yuan Tang, it’s uncertain whether she might have—

Gu Jiao turned her head towards Princess Xinyang, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

Princess Xinyang gave her an odd look, “Why should I be afraid of you?”

Because I am—

Monster.

“How did I give birth to such a monster like you?”

“Get away!”

“Stay away from your sister!”

The woman, holding an infant in her arms, shoved the young Gu Jiao hard onto the ground.

Her youthful face, which had just been slapped by the woman, swelled up like a steamed bun, yet she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry even when her mother pushed her down, hurting her little bottom.

She picked up a box that had fallen on the ground, stood on tiptoe with hopeful eyes, and tried to put it in the infant’s embrace, “For…for sister’s gift.”

The woman slapped the box away and looked at the young Gu Jiao with disgust, “Who wants your gift! Get away!”

The woman was almost trembling as she dialed the phone, her voice hoarse as she bellowed, “Gu! Take your daughter away!”

…

“Jiaojiao, Daddy will take you home.”

The tall and handsome man awkwardly yet with a smile said to the little girl.

In the bitter cold, she stood barefoot on the icy floor, holding the gift rejected by her sister.

She was very pretty, only a bit dirty.

She asked the man, “Live at Daddy’s house?”

His face flashed with panic, but the young Gu Jiao did not notice.

The man smiled awkwardly, “Daddy’s… Daddy’s home now has a little brother, and there’s not enough room. Daddy will take you to Grandma’s house first.”

“Oh.” She looked down and touched the doll in her arms, one she had sewn herself with a gaping mouth, sharp teeth, blind eyes, and balding hair.

The man raised his hand, seemingly intending to pat her head.

She looked up, waiting obediently for the man to pat her head.

She knew Dad was lying. Dad’s house was very big, and with only one little brother, it couldn’t be too small.

But if Dad patted her, she would forgive him.

If Dad couldn’t reach, she could stand on tiptoe.

She strained to reach on her numb tiptoes.

Quick, pat, her head is ready!

But the man swallowed, and his palm never quite landed; instead, he rubbed symbolically just above her head before quickly withdrawing it.

As if even touching a single hair on her would infect him with the plague.

The man revealed a tender smile, “Daddy promises you, he’ll come to get you after the New Year.”

From the age of three to six, she waited through three years’ worth of New Years but never waited for anyone to come for her.

Later, she learned that the father she saw as omnipotent and brave… was also afraid of her.