The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1337

Chapter 1337: 651 Scheming Xiao Hen (First Update)_3

Xiao Hen stepped down from the viewing platform and was put directly into a carriage without taking another step.

This carriage was made entirely of golden-threaded nanmu, also known as Dragon wood, which was said to never decay for a thousand years, and Princess Xinyang loved to collect this kind of wood.

Four guards escorted the carriage.

Xiao Hen couldn’t discern their martial arts prowess, but he felt their aura bore some resemblance to Zhan Country’s Dragon Shadow Guard.

So they were either Yan Country’s death warriors or an exceptionally formidable sort.

Little Jing Kong hadn’t lied about being unable to walk any further; he’d frolicked the whole day without taking a nap, and as soon as he was on the carriage, he flopped down onto Xiao Hen, sound asleep.

The carriage left the Academy.

They had hardly gone a few steps when a Maid on the seat outside exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Young Master?"

Heh.

This script, shoddy.

Xiao Hen frowned and poked Little Jing Kong’s face, sleeping so sweetly.

"Young Master, why have you come?" the Maid continued with her act.

Xiao Hen sat in the carriage without even lifting his eyelids, let alone raising the curtain to greet the Young Master.

"Ahem," that Young Master cleared his throat.

Whether it was a signal with a glance from the Maid, she turned around, lifted the curtain slightly, and told Xiao Hen, "Miss Gu, my young master earnestly requests a meeting."

The gap created by the lifted curtain was neither too large nor too small, just enough for Xiao Hen to see the brocade-clad Young Master and for that Young Master to see the "number one beauty" in her light gauze and silk attire.

Xiao Hen wore a veil, slightly concealing her features, with just her outline faintly visible, and paired with those peerless eyes, she displayed a devastating beauty.

Xiao Hen gave the other party a lukewarm glance and snapped the curtain shut!

The Maid was so frightened she knelt on the outer runner board.

But the brocade-clad Young Master didn’t get angry. He clasped his hands together, smiling, "I was presumptuous, please forgive me, Miss Gu."

After speaking, he stepped aside, signaling the coachman with his eyes to let the carriage pass in front of him.

The wheels of the carriage started to roll.

A brocade-clad guard said, "My prince! She’s too ungrateful! You’ve done so much for her! And she dares to snub you like this! I’ve heard she’s just a lowlander!"