His face was etched with pride that screamed, "How can my sister be so awesome? She’s just the best."
Mrs. Nan and Master Lu stared at Gu Jiao in surprise.
They were familiar with Yan Country and naturally understood that a new student could not possibly have the qualifications to treat the Duke.
As if perceiving their confusion, Gu Jiao said nonchalantly, "My desk mate appears to be the descendant of a noble family, deeply connected with the Duke Residence. I heard him mention the Duke’s illness by chance and offered to have a look. He’s a kind person and agreed to take me there."
Being renowned as the Royal Academy, Tianqiong Academy naturally saw numerous scions of noble families come to study. More than their identities, Mrs. Nan was more curious about that particular Duke. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"Which Duke?" Mrs. Nan asked.
"Duke An," Gu Jiao remembered seeing the Plaque inscribed with Duke An’s Residence.
"Him?" Mrs. Nan was astonished.
"Does Mrs. Nan know him?" Gu Jiao asked.
Mrs. Nan smiled faintly, "Not personally, but I’ve heard of him. The Duke was a famous figure in his youth, strikingly handsome and immensely talented, having captured the hearts of countless maidens in Shengdu."
Master Lu suddenly looked a little stern.
His wife praising another man in front of him? Really?
"What happened to him?" Mrs. Nan, having been away from Yan Country for a long time, was not aware of the recent events in Shengdu.
Gu Jiao said, "He was poisoned and fell from his horse three years ago, and has been in a vegetative state since then."
"Vegetative state?" Mrs. Nan was bewildered.
"It means he’s been in a coma," Gu Jiao explained.
Mrs. Nan uttered an "ah," "You mean, like a living dead person?"
So here they call a vegetative state a living dead person, Gu Jiao mused, "Sort of."
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