He doesn’t care about his misunderstanding at all?
Mu Qingchen’s complexion turned terrifyingly dark.
Little Jingkong scratched his small head with both hands.
Did I not explain it clearly? It seems like Qingchen brother got even angrier.
The guard returned with an armful of fruit, "I’ve tasted them, there’s no poison, they’re both sour and sweet, and quite delicious actually."
Gu Jiao took a big, red fruit and, wiping it with a cloth, handed it to Little Jingkong.
Little Jingkong sat up straight in Gu Jiao’s arms, holding the large fruit with both hands, and took a bite—
Little Jingkong’s expression turned into that of a sour meme.
Gu Jiao: Uh, I forgot Jingkong just had some sugar.
Little Jingkong shifted his little butt and continued to eat the sour fruit, nibbling on it.
Taking a bite, he looked up at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao watched him curiously, "Not sour anymore?"
Little Jingkong spread his hands and tilted his head, turning into the ’soil-flavor romance little prince’ in a second, "Because you are my sugar!"
Gu Jiao: "..."
Mu Qingchen: "..."
After eating seven or eight fruits, Little Jingkong burped contentedly and fell asleep in Gu Jiao’s arms.
The night was quiet, and the breeze gentle.
Gu Jiao ate another piece of grape sugar, silently waiting to recover her strength.
Mu Qingchen couldn’t help but ask, "Do you know who those guys just now were?"
Gu Jiao replied, "I know."
Mu Qingchen was slightly surprised, "You do?"
Gu Jiao nodded, "Yes, I’ve seen their portraits in the National Master Hall’s Book Pavilion."
Mu Qingchen paused before he remembered this matter, then said, "I heard, the King summoned you to treat the former princess, how did the surgery go?"
Gu Jiao said, "It went well, the surgery was successful, and she has awakened."
Mu Qingchen marveled, "You really are amazing."
Gu Jiao spoke nonchalantly, "Just a surgery."
"I’m talking about what just happened," Mu Qingchen said as he swatted away a mosquito biting the little princess, "You knew who they were, yet you dared to be so ruthless with them. Aren’t you afraid of their retaliation?"
Gu Jiao countered, "Would being afraid help?"
Mu Qingchen choked.
That’s right, fear was useless.
However, ordinary people wouldn’t have such courage, knowing that fear was useless, yet still being unable to do anything - that’s the norm.
Mu Qingchen suddenly felt that he had always underestimated his classmate’s courage and spirit.
Even he, as the legitimate son of the Su Family, could not openly challenge the five great noble families; otherwise, he would not have covered his face a moment ago.
After Gu Jiao regained some strength, she stood up holding Little Jingkong, "Alright, can we set off now?"
Mu Qingchen reminded, "It might not be very peaceful in this forest tonight, are you sure you don’t want to rest a while longer?"
"We can’t rest anymore," Gu Jiao said, and with a glance, hinted at the direction south of the forest.
Mu Qingchen’s brow furrowed as he looked in that direction, just in time to see Qun Xuan, wearing a silver robe, strolling in from the darkness at ease.
Qun Xuan, with a cheerful expression, glanced at Mu Qingchen and greeted with a smile, "Young Master Qingchen, long time no see, I hope you’ve been well."
Mu Qingchen asked warily, "Qun Xuan? What are you doing?"
Qun Xuan smiled and said, "Murdering, saving."
When he said this, his gaze clearly lingered on Gu Jiao and the Little Princess for a moment.
The intention was all too clear.
He was here to kill Gu Jiao and take away the Little Princess.
"In your dreams," Mu Qingchen stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Gu Jiao. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
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