The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1485

Chapter 1485: 725 Knowing One’s Origins_3

He didn’t know she would become like this, he didn’t know...

Gu Jiao gently took hold of Xiao Hen’s icy fingers, "She will get better."

Xiao Hen grasped Gu Jiao’s hand as if he had caught the last ray of light and sanity in the darkness.

His emotions gradually calmed down.

"Yes, she will get better."

He placed the medicine basket on the table.

Neither of them let go of each other’s hands, looking at one another, they both said at the same time, "Your foot—"

One was sprained, the other was cut. It hadn’t seemed too apparent at first, but after standing for a long time, both their feet had swollen considerably, almost bursting their shoes.

"Let me see."

"Let me see."

The two said in unison again.

Gu Jiao curved her lips slightly, "It’s alright, I’ve already applied medicine."

"I did as well," said Xiao Hen.

Despite their words, they both insisted on checking each other’s injuries.

Gu Jiao’s foot was shockingly swollen but not severe, while Xiao Hen’s cut was deeper. Gu Jiao reapplied his medicine and bandaged it again.

Gu Jiao put away the gauze and scissors.

Xiao Hen watched her busy figure and asked, "How did you get away from Han Ye?"

Gu Jiao told him about Gu Changqing’s arrival, "...unfortunately, Qi Xuan suddenly appeared and rescued Han Ye."

Otherwise, he would have definitely died under Gu Changqing’s sword.

Of course, Han Ye shouldn’t be too happy too soon. Gu Changqing had cut off two of his tendons; even if he didn’t die, he would be half-disabled.

"By the way, what is this?" Gu Jiao sat down beside Xiao Hen on a stool by the table, pointing at the medicine basket and asking.

Xiao Hen said, "The eldest disciple from National Master Hall, Ye Qing, came by earlier, said it was medicine prepared for you by the National Master."

"Hm? I didn’t ask him for any herbal medicine." Gu Jiao placed the medicine basket on her lap and casually flipped through it, "These are not very necessary herbs, I won’t need them."

It seemed Ye Qing’s delivery of medicine was a pretext, the real purpose was to pass on a message.

Was it his own idea, or was it by the National Master’s instruction?

If it was by the National Master’s instruction, why would he do such a thing?

He even made sure that Xiao Hen saw the portrait of Changsun.

If Xiao Hen were truly just an ordinary medicine boy, the National Master would not have done so.

But she had disguised herself, how did the National Master recognize her?

Could it be true as the rumors among the common folks say, that the National Master of Dayan knows astronomy and geography, can divine and calculate destiny?

Knock, knock, knock.

Knocking sounds came from outside the door.

"I am a disciple from National Master Hall, Ya He. Is Young Master Xiao here? I asked the kitchen to prepare some food and have brought it for you."

Gu Jiao yawned, "Come in."

Ya He stepped inside and placed the food box on the table, "I’ll be next door, call me if Young Master Xiao needs anything."

"Okay," said Gu Jiao.

Ya He looked at the two men holding hands tightly, opened his mouth but said nothing, and turned to walk out.

Although they were men, they were... oddly well-matched.

Xiao Hen had no appetite.

But thinking that Gu Jiao hadn’t eaten all day either, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Gu Jiao yawned again, a small one this time, "Mmm... it’s ok."

Xiao Hen asked in a soft voice, "Are you tired?"

Gu Jiao sat up straight, her eyes wide open like bell clappers, "I’m not tired!"

Xiao Hen said, "Then eat something before you sleep."

Gu Jiao replied, "Okay."

The next second, Xiao Hen’s shoulder sank as Gu Jiao’s small head leaned against it and she fell asleep with a soft snore.

Xiao Hen felt a surge of pity and sorrow.

He put down the lid of the food box, supported Gu Jiao’s head with his hand, and slowly stood up. Wrapping his arms around her back and knees, he gently carried her to the small companion bed.

Her energy was usually as robust as a small clear sky, and she rarely got this tired. She had nonchalantly brushed off her tiredness, but the fight with Han Ye must have been anything but simple.

Xiao Hen gently rolled up her sleeve and indeed saw the fierce wounds.

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She had stood by the surgery table on her swollen foot and lifted the scalpel with her scar-covered arms.