The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291: 627 The Second Watch_2

Mu Qingchen remained silent, his gaze sweeping over someone in the corner of the first floor who had given all the braised pork to her brother, then he turned to the sumptuous feast in front of himself and asked, "For two people eating, do we really need this many dishes?"

"This is a lot? Just eight dishes," the youth with his forehead wiped said.

Suddenly, the youth with his forehead wiped noticed Mu Qingchen’s casual glance towards a certain spot, he smiled and looked towards Gu Jiao in the corner, "What’s the matter? Does that kid bother you? Indeed, being so ugly he’s an eyesore. Rest assured, within three days, I will make him unable to stay in the Tianqiong Academy!"

Mu Qingchen gave him a sidelong glance, "If you’re not afraid of dying, go ahead."

"Are you implying that I can’t defeat a person from a lower country?" The youth with his forehead wiped had heard it all—the boy with the birthmark on his face was from a lower country.

After he spoke, as if realizing something, he looked incredulously towards Mu Qingchen, "Could it be you’re planning to protect him?"

"You think too much," Mu Qingchen pushed the rice bowl towards him, "Eat your food and stop causing trouble for your parents."

Mentioning his parents, the youth with his forehead wiped fell silent.

In the afternoon, it was arithmetic class, and Gu Jiao still sat next to Zhong Ding.

Their teacher was a Master Gao, and Gu Jiao was still propping up her head with one hand, dozing off.

Zhong Ding was certain she hadn’t listened to a single word. Kindly, he took notes for her as well, but this time, he was wise and didn’t use Zhao Country script, instead, he used Yan Country script.

"What did you do last night?" Zhong Ding asked Gu Jiao after class.

"Nothing much," Gu Jiao said.

"Here," Zhong Ding handed her the notes, "Don’t do this next time. Master Gao is one of the strictest teachers in the academy, he sets exams every month. If you fail, it will be terrible."

"Got it," Gu Jiao yawned, took the notes, and began packing up to leave.

Zhong Ding was still engrossed in solving problems.

"The third question is incorrect," Gu Jiao said indifferently as she stood up.

Zhong Ding was taken aback, glanced at Gu Jiao, then around him, "Are you, are you talking to me?"

"The answer is nineteen," Gu Jiao said, not even looking as she grabbed her book bag and walked away.

"How can it be nineteen? Isn’t it seventeen? Did you even look at the problem? You’re just spouting nonsense," Zhong Ding didn’t believe her. How could someone who slept through the entire class know how to solve the problem?

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After dinner, Gu Jiao decided to make another trip into the inner city.

Madame Nan said, "The inner city is under curfew, it’s better to wait until things calm down."

Gu Jiao said, "It’s uncertain when this situation will be over, and Ayan’s illness can’t wait."

In truth, Madame Nan felt that since so many Medical Halls didn’t have the Operating Room Gu Jiao needed, it was likely that such a room didn’t exist at all.

But Gu Jiao’s unyielding tenacity made it impossible for Madame Nan to utter those words.

Some accept their fate, some do not; Gu Jiao belonged to the latter, not only refusing to accept her fate but also fighting against Heaven for it.

"Just be careful," Madame Nan cautioned.

"I will," Gu Jiao changed into a new outfit and had Gu Xiaoshun take her to the inner city gate.

"This child," Master Lu sighed.

Madame Nan said, "She reminds me of someone."

Master Lu asked, "Who?"

Madame Nan said, "The Duke."

"You mean Duke An?" Master Lu’s face darkened, "Why do you keep bringing him up lately? If you continue, I’ll get angry!"

Madame Nan glared at him, "I only mean that Jiaojiao’s resilience is just like Duke An’s back when he was young. Do you remember Duke An and Miss Xuanyuan’s betrothal?"

Master Lu said irritably, "I’m not from Yan Country, nor have I lived there for years like you. How could I remember?"

Madame Nan looked at him amusingly and exasperatedly, "Miss Xuanyuan once said to Duke An, ’You can’t carry on your shoulders or lift with your hands, you won’t last a round in my hands, my father said, if a daughter of the Xuanyuan Family is to marry, she should marry the bravest and most skilled warrior in the world.’"

Master Lu asked in confusion, "So how did she end up marrying the Duke?"