The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1131

Chapter 1131: 552 Jiaojiao Falls off the Horse? (First Update)

Huangfu Xian lay on the ground, in a manner he found exceedingly embarrassing, so much so that when little Jingkong slid down from the windowsill to help him, he ruthlessly rejected her.

With great difficulty, he propped himself up using his hands on the armrests and sat back into his wheelchair.

Whether it was from anger or shame, his cheeks were a deep red.

He felt a strange sensation in his heart, like a tide was surging, and he didn’t know what was happening to him.

With her little hands clasped behind her back and tilting her head cutely, Mengmeng asked him, "Big brother, are you shy?" _{freewёbnoνel.com}

"I am not!" Huangfu Xian replied, his face flushed red with aggravation.

Mengmeng: "Oh."

Huangfu Xian: What’s with this disbelieving tone?

Huangfu Xian said coldly, "What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?"

That’s not right; the little guy had already left, hadn’t he?

After he’d said such hurtful things, why had he come back?

Mengmeng said honestly, "I did leave, but then I remembered there was something I forgot to tell you."

Mengmeng was a very organized child; if he planned to do something, he had to do it, or else he wouldn’t have been so troubled every day in the countryside because Gu Yan didn’t follow the lunch plan he had made.

"What is it?" Huangfu Xian asked in a cold tone.

"Your leg." Mengmeng pointed to his amputated limb, now covered again by a blanket.

Huangfu Xian’s pupils contracted.

His legs were his taboo. No one could touch them, no one could see them, and no one was allowed to mention them.

Huangfu Xian’s aura turned icy cold.

Unaffected, Mengmeng finished her thought: "Jiaojiao has a way to make you stand up again!"

Huangfu Xian’s gaze flickered slightly, for a very brief moment his heart constricted violently, but it was just a moment.

He quickly regained his serene demeanor.

He had heard such claims too many times before. Since his days on the frontier, countless shamans, physicians, and even those who claimed to be divine doctors from certain places had promised to heal him.

Laughably, the naive younger version of himself had believed them.

Without exception, the end result was that they were all just appeasing him.

Finally, he accepted a fact: that his legs were not tree branches that would grow back in spring after breaking off in winter.

He would never have his legs back in this lifetime, let alone the chance to stand.