The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1439

Chapter 1439: 704 Xuanyuan’s Soul! (Second Update)

The National Master asked, "Haven’t you ever wondered why the National Master Hall has an operating room from a different dimension?"

Gu Jiao gave him a weird look, "It’s your National Master Hall, why should I be the one to think about it? I find you to be quite lazy!"

The National Master again was at a loss for words.

The National Master took a deep breath, walked to the door, and pulled back the curtain, "Goodbye."

...

Gu Jiao, Gu Yan, and Elder Meng took the carriage back home.

Although Gu Yan had undergone major surgery, it was very successful and his prognosis was excellent. There was no issue with him riding in a carriage.

Of course, there was another important factor—the official roads of Shengdu were really smooth.

Gu Jiao thought of a phrase she often heard in her previous life—if you want to get rich, first build roads. It shows that transportation is crucial for the development of a city or even a country.

She wondered how well the roads in Zhan Country were being maintained.

The alley they were now living in was called Yangliu Lane, located to the east of Tianqiong Academy, larger than the Bishui Alley in Zhan Country. Twenty households lived in the alley, among which three rented out their homes. One of the households was where Gu Jiao and her group lived, having rented the entire mansion; the other two households only rented out a single room.

Elder Meng, who frequently walked the horses, had unexpectedly become a familiar face in the alley, greeting everyone he met on the road.

Gu Yan rarely went out, so hardly anyone in the alley had seen him. Gu Jiao left early and returned late, so her encounters were also limited.

"You’re quite popular, aren’t you?" Gu Jiao told Elder Meng after he greeted the seventh person.

Elder Meng didn’t understand, "Is my face red?"

"No, I mean you have good social relations," Gu Jiao explained.

"Oh, that. The language of Zhan Country is really strange," said Elder Meng to Gu Jiao, "That child just now, I’ve taught him chess twice."

He had come across that scholar trapped in a chess game during his stroll and kindly offered some advice.

That scholar might never know that his advisor was in fact the Chess Saint of the Six Nations.

The carriage stopped in front of their home.

"Sister!"

Gu Xiaoshun dashed out quickly.

Gu Jiao jumped down from the carriage, "Xiaoshun."

"Sister, you’re finally back!" Gu Xiaoshun was overjoyed. Seeing Gu Jiao about to help Gu Yan, he hurriedly said, "Let me do it!"

"There’s no need for you, I can do it myself," Gu Yan said proudly. Then, right in front of Gu Xiaoshun, he performed his own ’alighting from the carriage’ act.

It was quite like a one-year-old baby showing off to his friends that he could walk.

"Good job, Gu Yan!" Gu Xiaoshun gave a thumbs up, "You can walk by yourself now!"

They were indeed one ready to boast and the other ready to applaud.

Mistress Nan and Master Lu abandoned their work to come out and welcome them, relieved to see both of their children in good condition.

Actually, on the second day after the surgery, Elder Meng had asked a disciple from the National Master Hall to come and inform them that all was well, but they hadn’t been able to relax until they saw it with their own eyes.

Mistress Nan grasped Gu Yan’s arm and looked him up and down, satisfied, she said, "Good, your complexion has improved a lot, and your forehead isn’t dark anymore."

Gu Yan: Mistress, are you sure a dark forehead isn’t a sign of poisoning?

"Does it hurt?" Mistress Nan asked, looking at Gu Yan’s chest.

"No, it doesn’t," said Gu Yan.

It did hurt, but not as much as he had imagined. It was within a tolerable range. He was so immersed in the joy of soon becoming a normal person that the pain was trivial to him.

"Also, the wound isn’t here." Gu Yan boasted to Mistress Nan about Gu Jiao’s medical skills, explaining that the incision was on the right side, less than half an inch long, and would eventually heal to become almost invisible.

Mistress Nan marveled at the brilliance of Gu Jiao’s medical expertise.

"Jiaojiao must be exhausted, right?" she turned to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao had lost a lot of blood, but after a few days of recuperation in the National Master Hall, she had fully recovered.

"Not tired," Gu Jiao said.

Mistress Nan then turned to Elder Meng, deeply bowing, "Thank you so much, Elder."

Everything was understood without having to be said.

Elder Meng didn’t speak; he just stroked his beard.

Master Lu busied himself, "Alright, alright, it’s a hot day, don’t let the kids get too hot in the sun. Let’s go inside and talk."

Mistress Nan smiled, "Just in time, I’ve simmered some green bean soup!"

Gu Yan couldn’t wait, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Gu Jiao: "You can’t drink it."

Gu Yan: "..."