The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1572

Chapter 1572: Grandfather and Son-in-law Meet (Third Watch)

Jing Erye said, "I thought you didn’t even recognize your Uncle Jing anymore."

Wait, shouldn’t I politely call you Uncle Jing?

How did you become my Uncle Jing?

Isn’t this getting a bit too familiar?

Jing Erye, who could even claim Xuanyuan Sheng as a brother-in-law, said that being called Uncle Jing was nothing to fuss about!

He didn’t consider himself an outsider at all.

Remembering something, Jing Erye looked at Gu Jiao, then at Xiao Hen, and asked, "By the way, Liulang mentioned earlier that you are his friend. Do you know Liulang?"

"I... yes, we know each other. My mother was gravely injured, and Liulang treated her. Now, Liulang is staying at Qilin Palace, convenient for continuing to treat my mother."

"I see." Jing Erye suddenly realized, not questioning the truth of the matter. Firstly, he had heard earlier about the Princess being injured, and secondly, he had witnessed Xiao Liulang’s medical skills himself.

"How is your mother’s condition now?" Jing Erye asked.

"The surgery was very successful, she has passed the critical period, and she is currently recovering in the National Master Hall," Xiao Hen said.

Jing Erye breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good to hear."

Although the Official Government had announced to the outside world that Shangguan Yun was out of danger, it was only after hearing the confirmation from Xiao Hen’s mouth that his heart truly settled down.

"Your voice has changed a bit," Jing Erye said. "It sounds better than before. I always said, once a boy’s voice changes, it’s no longer a gander’s throat!"

Xiao Hen was frightened into a cold sweat.

Xiao Hen smiled: "Uncle Jing is right."

"Let’s go, let’s talk in the carriage! Your Aunt is also there!" said Jing Erye as he pulled Xiao Hen onto the Duke Residence’s carriage, and Gu Jiao was also brought onto the carriage.

Xiao Hen cast a subtle glance at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao took a look at the Duke and made eye contact.

The Duke’s gaze fell onto Xiao Hen’s handsome face.

Xiao Hen subconsciously touched the fake tear mole under his right eye and greeted with a smile, "Aunt."

The Duke’s eyes flickered, and dipping his fingertip in water, he wrote on the armrest, "I want to eat fruit, you two go pick some for me."