The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Chapter 89: The Medicine (Second Update) – Part 3

Of course, this had nothing to do with Gu Jiao. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

Gu Jiao’s back was aching a bit, stinging like fire, but she didn’t pay too much attention to it and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

Xiaoshun was squatting in the backyard, feeding the chicks. Halfway through, he scooped up a small yellow chick and waddled over to her. “Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao, Xiaoqi won’t eat! Is it sick?”

“I told you you don’t know how to take care of chickens. See, you’re going to starve it to death.”

It was Xiao Liulang’s teasing voice.

Xiaoshun spun around, stomping his foot indignantly. “I didn’t! Xiaoqi’s not going to die! I’ve been taking good care of it!”

“Let me see.” Gu Jiao reached out her hand.

With a beleaguered expression, Xiaoshun placed Xiaoqi in Gu Jiao’s palm.

He spoke with confidence, but his eyes were slightly red.

It was clear he was genuinely worried he might be the death of the little chick.

Gu Jiao felt the chick’s belly and laughed. “It’s full, it can’t eat anymore.”

“What?” Xiaoshun stared at the chick with wide, glossy eyes, then scratched his head, asking it with a sorrowful face, “Xiaoqi, did you sneak more food again?”

The chick: “Tweet!”

Xiaoshun took back the chick, pulled a sour face at his brother-in-law, and flounced back to return Xiaoqi to its cage.

Xiao Liulang watched him go with amusement, then turned to Gu Jiao and noticed her face was a ghostly pallor.

“Dinner is ready, let’s eat,” Gu Jiao said.

Xiao Liulang paused, “Alright.”

During dinner, Gu Jiao didn’t have much of an appetite.

Hugging his bowl and chopsticks, Xiaoshun asked her, “Jiaojiao, are you full too?”

Xiao Liulang looked at her complexly.

The granny gave her a glance too.

Gu Xiaoshun lifted his head, alarmed. “Sis, why is your face so pale? Are you sick?”

Xiaoshun put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up on his stool, “Nonsense! Jiaojiao isn’t sick!”

“I’m not sick.”

Indeed she wasn’t. It was more likely she had been injured.

It was painful, but this kind of pain was something she had grown used to in her past life. She didn’t dwell on it. But she forgot that her body in this life was fragile. How could it withstand the beating of a military general?

At night, Gu Jiao’s condition worsened.

The pitch-black night sky was filled with flashing lightning and rumbling thunder, casting erratic light and shadow onto the room.

On the bed, Xiaoshun was sprawled on his little pillow, drool trailing from his mouth.

Xiao Liulang felt embarrassed and tried to explain, “No, I am…” _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}