The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1487

Chapter 1487: 726 Recognition (Second Update)

Shangguan Qing took his mother’s surname, much like a child born from a woman who has called a man into marriage. Hence, he’s not regarded as the sovereign’s grandson by marriage, nor is he to be referred to as the sovereign’s maternal grandfather, but rather as the Imperial Ancestral Grandfather.

However, at this moment, Xiao Hen would not easily call out this term "Imperial Ancestral Grandfather." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Based on the sovereign’s attitude towards him, Xiao Hen had made a preliminary judgment about the status of the sovereign’s eldest grandson in the sovereign’s heart—the sovereign did care about this eldest grandson, even more than Xiao Hen had imagined.

Xiao Hen’s decision was actually quite risky; if the sovereign didn’t care for Shangguan Qing at all, then Xiao Hen would have needlessly exposed himself.

In the two bedchambers lay two people, one was Shangguan Yun who had just had surgery and was still unconscious, and the other was Gu Jiao, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

The sovereign’s gaze swept over the two of them and finally rested on Shangguan Yun, he asked, "Has the physician mentioned anything about your mother’s condition?"

Xiao Hen glanced at the sleeping Gu Jiao and clenched his fingers before replying, "The physician surnamed Xiao said that my mother has broken her spine in two places. In order to save her life, eight nails have been hammered into my mother’s back."

Nails into bone!

The sovereign’s aura suddenly turned cold, and the killing intent instantly filled the room.

Even the little princesses who weren’t afraid of him subconsciously hopped towards Xiao Hen’s feet, turning to look at the sovereign while clinging to Xiao Hen’s leg as if they were leg ornaments for their young uncle.

Xiao Hen didn’t move; he just let her hang there.

The sovereign was very angry about the severity of the Princess’s injuries, but it was unclear whether this was due to the lingering affection of a father for his daughter or because the dignity of a sovereign had been challenged.

Xiao Hen was internally planning what he should say next.

"I heard that my mother fell down the slope by herself."

The sovereign looked over at him.

"Before my mother went to the Imperial Mausoleum, she had been stripped of her martial arts." This matter was common knowledge and not a secret; Xiao Hen had heard about it long ago, but the next few sentences would depend on Xiao Hen’s fabrication based on Shangguan Yun’s performance at Tianxiang Pavilion, "But in these years, to help build my physique, my mother would practice martial arts with me. I am of mediocre talent and haven’t achieved much, but my mother has regained some level of skill."

To directly say that Shangguan Yun resumed practicing martial arts would make her look scheming, but it seemed less suspicious if it was said that she did it to teach Shangguan Qing, who was frail and often ill.