Gu Jiao’s mind was filled with one thought—everything was utterly ruined.
Through clenched teeth, Gu Jiao eked out a few words, "How could Princess Xinyang have drunk the medicine! Didn’t Yujin give it to you?"
It was all because someone had a loose tongue, showing off and boasting, angering Princess Xinyang. In a fit of rage, she didn’t give him medicine to relieve his pain and ended up drinking it herself.
Princess Xinyang had no idea what had happened. Seeing Gu Jiao in the courtyard, she made her way toward her, not sparing a glance for Lord Xuanping by Gu Jiao’s side, "Where did you go just now? I couldn’t find you."
That’s something I should be asking you. Where did you go just now? Weren’t you going to the cloth shop? How did you end up here?
As if sensing Gu Jiao’s confusion, Princess Xinyang explained, "I remembered I had collected your clothes from the cloth shop after returning to Vermilion Bird Avenue. Yours are in your room; go try them on quickly. If they don’t fit, I can exchange them."
Princess Xinyang had made clothes for all the children in the family, including Huangfu Xian. She had come to the old sacrificial wine master’s place specifically so Huangfu Xian could try on his new clothes.
She just hadn’t expected to have a bit of a disagreement with Lord Xuanping.
Well, it would be strange for that man to give someone a pleasant day.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Princess Xinyang noticed Gu Jiao’s speechless gaze.
Would you believe me if I said you took the wrong medicine?
"Admiring your beauty, am I not?" said Lord Xuanping nonchalantly.
Princess Xinyang shot him a fierce glare and said to Gu Jiao, "What are you standing around for? Come here quickly!"
"Oh."
Gu Jiao silently followed.
The two made their way to Gu Jiao’s room.
Princess Xinyang pulled out a pleated dress from the bed, held it up against Gu Jiao, and compared, "It looks quite fitting, and since it was made based on your measurements, it should be fine. But I worry some of the embroiderers’ stitches may not be up to par."
Princess Xinyang had already purchased plenty of clothes for Gu Jiao, but a wealthy mother-in-law can never have too many clothes for her daughter-in-law.
At that moment, Gu Jiao was too preoccupied to care whether her clothes fit. She kept quietly observing Princess Xinyang’s complexion and breathing.
"Princess," she spoke up.
"What is it? Lift your arms," said Princess Xinyang.
Gu Jiao raised her arms, and Princess Xinyang spread out the sleeves for comparison.
While letting her compare the clothing, Gu Jiao subtly asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Not at all, why do you ask?" replied Princess Xinyang.
Gu Jiao’s fingertips twitched. "It’s just that thing you just ate..." ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Before she could finish, Xiao Hen returned from the Hanlin Academy. Arriving at Gu Jiao’s doorway, he saw them and rushed to greet, "Mother, Jiaojiao."
"You’re back," said Princess Xinyang with a glance, "Quick, try on your clothes."
More clothes.
A twitch appeared at the corner of Xiao Hen’s mouth: "All right."
Indeed, just like when he was a child, he could easily have thirty sets of new clothes in a month, never repeating an outfit.
He didn’t mind wearing new clothes but disliked the constant trying on.
But with the order from his mother, he had no choice.
"All right, you try them on yourself," said Princess Xinyang as she handed the clothes to Gu Jiao.
"Where are you going?" Gu Jiao asked.
Princess Xinyang snorted with laughter, "I am not leaving. Just going to ask Liao Quan how that horse he got a few days ago is faring."
You must not go look for Liao Quan!
Gu Jiao quickly said, "It’s a great horse! Very fast! I’ve tried it myself! Why not visit the study room instead?"
Princess Xinyang gave Gu Jiao a strange look, sensing something odd about her reaction, but didn’t dwell on it too much, "Understood."
She went to the study room.
Gu Jiao left the clothes behind and went to Xiao Hen’s room.
Xiao Hen was undoing his belt when she burst in, startling him!
Glancing at his loosely hanging belt, Gu Jiao calmly stated, "My Lord, something has happened."
Xiao Hen tightened his grip on his belt as his dissatisfaction showed, "You, turn around."
"Oh." Gu Jiao turned away, muttering, "As if I haven’t seen it before."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing!"
She absolutely couldn’t admit to having seen everything when drunk!
After straightening out his clothes and placing the changed garments on a rack, Xiao Hen asked, "What happened? You can turn back now."
Gu Jiao turned around and recounted the issue with the medicine.
The normal reaction for anyone hearing about this would be, "Heaven forbid Jingkong didn’t drink it," or, "Princess Xinyang is so unlucky, how could she have drunk it?"
However, Xiao Hen’s reaction was unusually confused as he glanced at Gu Jiao, "Why would you have such medicine in your hands?"
Gu Jiao replied, "Would you believe me if I said it just appeared in the first-aid kit?"
Xiao Hen remained silent.
Like I’d believe that.
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