The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082: 523 The couple meets (second watch)

Gu Changqing and Gu Jiao were on their way to fetch Princess Ning An and Huangfu Zheng’s son, who was thirteen this year. When Princess Ning An mentioned him, she didn’t say much, only remarked that "his health isn’t very good."

However, it wasn’t until the trio actually arrived at the address provided by Princess Ning An that they realized they had underestimated the meaning of "his health isn’t very good."

The boy in question was seated in a wheelchair, his cheeks lean and skin bearing the sickly pallor of illness. He was wrapped in a thick cloak, its fox fur collar rustling softly in the biting wind.

He had a pair of narrow phoenix eyes, much like his father’s.

His nose and mouth, on the other hand, closely resembled his mother’s.

He was sitting in a courtyard filled with lush bamboo, accompanied only by four guards.

Upon seeing his armored siblings approach, his expression remained unchanged. He simply steadied the wheels of his wheelchair with his hands and said indifferently, "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Uh... yes," Gu Chengfeng replied, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Let’s go," the boy said, pushing his wheelchair.

Gu Changqing watched him for a moment, said nothing, then stepped forward and moved behind him to push the wheelchair. "I’ll do it."

The boy released his hold on the wheels.

"So, uh, aren’t you going to ask who we are?" Gu Chengfeng asked curiously.

"If you’re not my father’s people, you must be my mother’s," the boy replied. "Since my father’s army was defeated, I guess you were sent by my mother."

"Pretty smart," Gu Chengfeng muttered.

Sigh, to be honest, Gu Chengfeng felt a bit disappointed.

He had thought they were there to rescue someone, only to find that it was literally just a pickup.

He had even hoped for a fight to show off his skills to his older brother, all for nothing!

Gu Changqing pushed the wheelchair out of the door.

Gu Jiao stood at the entrance, her arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

As Gu Changqing wheeled the boy past her, Gu Jiao glanced down at his legs.

It wasn’t out of impertinence or curiosity, but rather a doctor’s instinct to diagnose a patient.

Regrettably, his legs were covered by a thick blanket, hiding them completely, leaving Gu Jiao unable to see anything.