The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1293

Chapter 1293: 629 His daughter (second update)

Finding him, Gu Yan would be able to undergo surgery.

Gu Jiao: "Then, what about..."

Mu Qingchen interrupted her coldly, "Don’t even think about it, I am not going to take you to the National Master’s Hall."

Gu Jiao paused, "You mean you can’t get in, right?"

Mu Qingchen: "..."

Gu Jiao basically understood.

The hope for Gu Yan’s surgery lay in the National Master’s Hall, only that the hall was a heavily guarded place in Shengdu, and even a scion like Mu Qingchen couldn’t enter at will.

Knowing it was in the National Master’s Hall was enough; she would always find a way to get there.

Mu Qingchen still dropped Gu Jiao off at the entrance to Tianqiong Academy as usual, and after Mu Qingchen left, Gu Jiao walked back to her own place.

Mistress Nan and Master Lu were waiting for her in the main room, and when they saw her return, they couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief.

Today, at least, she hadn’t caused them any worry.

"Jiaojiao hasn’t eaten yet, has she?" Mistress Nan asked.

"Not yet," Gu Jiao replied.

"I’ll get you some," Mistress Nan went to the kitchen and brought over the food that had been warming on the stove, "It’s been heated up for a while, so it might not taste that good."

Gu Jiao said, "It’s alright, everything you make is delicious."

The truth was, Mistress Nan’s cooking skills were indeed somewhat lacking.

But anyone who had suffered through Xiao Liulang’s disastrous cooking wouldn’t find Mistress Nan’s food hard to swallow.

May in Shengdu had entered summer, but the mornings and evenings were not hot. Mistress Nan had broken out in a sweat waiting anxiously for Gu Jiao, but now that Gu Jiao had returned, her heart settled, and she naturally cooled down, no longer needing the fan in her hand.

She tossed the fan to Master Lu and asked Gu Jiao, "How did it go? Did you find anything?"

"Yes," Gu Jiao nodded, "The National Master’s Hall might have what I’m looking for."

"The National Master’s Hall?" Mistress Nan inhaled sharply. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Mistress Nan’s reaction pretty much explained the level of difficulty of this task.

Gu Jiao asked, "Does Mistress Nan know of any way to get into the National Master’s Hall?"

Mistress Nan, considering Gu Jiao’s past behavior, hurriedly reminded her, "Sneaking in is definitely not feasible, and I won’t allow you to do that. The National Master’s Hall is full of experts, do you know where the death warriors of Yan Country originally came from?"

Gu Jiao asked, "Is it related to the National Master’s Hall?"

Mistress Nan nodded, "That’s right, they were trained by that National Master. Didn’t the former emperor of Zhan Country also buy a group of Yan Country death warriors? Those weren’t the top tier ones; the best are all at the National Master’s Hall."

If Gu Jiao had regained all her strength, she might have been able to force her way through, but for now... it was better to try a more intellectual approach.

Gu Jiao asked, "Then how can I get in?"

"Well..." Mistress Nan got to her feet and paced a circle around the room, "Either disguise yourself as a disciple of the National Master’s Hall to infiltrate it, or... get someone from the National Master’s Hall to willingly take you in. But neither of these methods is really feasible."

The first one carries a risk of being discovered, and the second is almost impossible—

Mistress Nan sighed, "You go rest first. I’ll think about it tonight and tell you if I come up with anything."

Gu Jiao said, "Thank you for your trouble, Mistress Nan."

Mistress Nan said warmly, "Don’t speak as if we’re strangers. It’s also my wish for Yanyan to recover quickly."

In the deep silence of the night, after all the children had settled down, Mistress Nan put on her night clothes, pulled open the door, and walked out.

...

In the Duke Residence of Shengdu, the night was fading, and the glazed lanterns glowed under the corridor.

After Mu Qingchen returned to the inner city, he immediately made a trip to the Duke Residence and found the second master to tell him that he had accidentally discovered several suspicious people loitering outside the residence when he passed by earlier and hoped that he could strengthen the security of the Duke Residence, especially around Duke An’s courtyard.

The second master of the Duke Residence did not doubt Mu Qingchen’s words. Although Mu Qingchen’s family was in opposition to the Duke Residence, Mu Qingchen himself had once been taken care of by Duke An, and he bore no ill will towards him.

"Don’t worry, I will personally guard my brother’s courtyard tonight!"

Although Second Master Jing and Duke An were not full brothers, they had been very close since childhood. In his heart, his elder brother was like a father to him, and he wouldn’t let anyone harm him no matter what.

After Mu Qingchen left, Second Master Jing selected the most formidable death warriors of the residence to surround his brother’s courtyard, while he himself laid a bedroll on the ground in front of his brother’s bed.

In a half-asleep state, he faintly heard a muffled voice coming from his brother’s bedchamber; realizing what was happening, he immediately opened his eyes, "Big brother! Are you calling me?"

He leapt up to the bedside and pushed aside the curtain, peering at his brother’s gaunt face in the faint candlelight.

Duke An was still with eyes tightly closed, unconscious and not calling him.

But his brother was indeed muttering in his sleep.

This was a huge development!

His brother had been unconscious for so long and had never talked in his sleep!

Second Master Jing bent down, trying to make out what his brother was saying.