His mother-in-law?
How could Princess Xinyang be his mother-in-law?
Xiao Liulang is not Princess Xinyang’s son, Princess Xinyang only has one son, and that is Xiao Hen.
Xiao Hen is already dead.
Wait.
Could it be that Princess Xinyang adopted Xiao Liulang as her foster son?
Compared to believing that Xiao Liulang was the departed Xiao Hen, Gu Changqing’s first thought was actually adoption.
Gu Changqing couldn’t be blamed for thinking this way, as there had long been rumors in the Capital City—Xiao Liulang bore a striking resemblance to Xiao Hen, and precisely because of this, the Marquis of Xuanping looked after Xiao Liulang quite favorably.
Could it be that Princess Xinyang also saw the shadow of her son in Xiao Liulang and thus simply adopted him as a foster son to comfort her yearning for her child?
If one knew Princess Xinyang well enough, they would understand that she wouldn’t easily use an unrelated person as a substitute for her deceased son, yet Gu Changqing could hardly even claim an acquaintance with Princess Xinyang.
The one time Princess Xinyang waited at the city gate to give him the safety charm was the only time they spoke.
Hmm... having a princess as a mother-in-law isn’t bad.
Having a husband is nice.
The husband...
That’s right, his sister has a husband now...
Gu Changqing’s handsome face suddenly took on a shade of black.
"Your hand..." Gu Jiao noticed Gu Changqing’s left hand was wrapped in gauze.
Snapping back to reality, Gu Changqing glanced at his hand and said indifferently, "It’s nothing."
Gu Jiao couldn’t remember what she had done, but in her dreams, Gu Changqing’s hand hadn’t suffered this injury, at least not to the extent that it needed to be bandaged, so she guessed that his wound might be related to her.
She really couldn’t control herself.
"What are you thinking?" Gu Changqing looked at her once, and with a touch of indulgence, said, "It has nothing to do with you, don’t overthink it."
Gu Jiao paused, then said, "Next time I act like this again, just knock me out earlier."
You’ll feel pain.
Gu Changqing reached out his other hand and gently rubbed the top of her head, pointing to the safety charm in her hand, he said, "Don’t you have this?"
After thinking for a moment, Gu Jiao replied with a grunt, "That’s true."
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