The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1593

Chapter 1593: 768 Little Cutie (Second Update)

It’s not impossible.

In the study room, he arranged Jing Yinyin’s various things to make it seem like he was very concerned about her. Then he duped her into thinking she was Jing Yinyin to win her over and have her serve the National Master Hall.

This speculation seems very credible.

Moreover, that guy just now clearly held back; he had more to say.

Whether she is Jing Yinyin or not, she will verify it herself; she doesn’t have to believe it just because he said it. ƒrēewebnovel.com

It’s not like she doesn’t believe a word he says just because she’s wary of him.

The disciple from the small bamboo house offered to accompany Gu Jiao, but she refused.

She wanted some peace and quiet alone.

As she swiftly pushed the wheelchair out of the bamboo forest with her clumsy bear paws, Xiao Hen, who had been waiting outside the bamboo forest for a long time, quickly walked over.

"I’ll do it," Xiao Hen said.

"Oh," Gu Jiao let go and took her bear paws back, resting them on her legs.

She had just come out and, preoccupied with her thoughts, forgot to bring an umbrella.

The sun was fierce, hurting her eyes.

Suddenly, the light above her head dimmed; Xiao Hen had opened an oiled paper umbrella above her head.

Xiao Hen said softly, "The Mistress mentioned that your eyes might be a bit sensitive to light these days."

Gu Jiao felt warmth in her heart.

Her husband was truly thoughtful.

She reached out to take the umbrella, "I can hold it myself; you just push the wheelchair."

Xiao Hen rejected her hand, "I still have that bit of strength."

Thinking back on when she had him pinned down and felt his young yet powerful body, Gu Jiao realized he was not as frail as before.

"Have you been secretly exercising without telling me?" Not only did he have abs, but also pecs, and even his arms had smoothly lined muscles—nothing exaggerated but nicely toned just right.

Xiao Hen didn’t even lift his eyelids, serene and effortless, "How could I? I don’t even have enough time to read."

The wheelchair is indeed heavy; it’s strenuous with one hand.

But I can’t let my wife see that I’m no good.

A man can’t be no good!

—From tonight on, I’ll add an extra two hours of training every night!

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Using all his Herculean strength, Xiao Hen pushed Gu Jiao back to the Qilin Palace. Just at the entrance, they happened to bump into the Duke of An and Jing Er, who were coming out.

During the days Gu Jiao was unconscious, the Duke of An visited her daily.

It was well known that Gu Jiao was his adopted child; he didn’t need to hide it. Moreover, this gave him an excuse to also visit the Princess. He only had to be careful.

After all, when he and the Princess got together, they represented the remnants of the Xuanyuan Family.

He had just greeted the Princess when he heard that Gu Jiao had woken up and gone out. He couldn’t wait to come and find her.

He was quite fortunate.

Jing Er said in surprise, "You’re back! My elder brother was just about to look for you, Liulang! Huh? Liulang, why are you also in a wheelchair?"

Gu Jiao responded with an "Oh," "I..."

Xiao Hen, fearful that she’d blurt out something inappropriate again, hurriedly said, "Liulang just woke up; she’s still weak, and with the weather this hot, walking too much could lead to heatstroke."

"That’s true," Jing Er accepted this explanation.

The Duke of An’s concerned gaze fell on Gu Jiao. He dipped his finger into the wet cloth on the armrest and wrote, "How, do, you, feel?"

Jing Er looked at the Duke of An’s handwriting and told Gu Jiao, "My elder brother is asking how you feel."

Gu Jiao said, "I feel quite good."

The Duke of An continued to write, "Do, your, eyes, still, hurt?"

They still hurt a bit, but Gu Jiao didn’t want to worry the Duke of An and said, "Not anymore."

"Let’s talk inside," Xiao Hen said, "It’s hot out here."

The group went to Gu Jiao’s room.

Xiao Hen noticed Gu Jiao had something she wanted to say to the Duke of An. While he could get incredibly jealous over trivial matters, he wouldn’t fuss over important things.

He told Jing Er, "Little uncle, I need to return some books to the Book Pavilion, come with me."

Jing Er glanced at the oppressively hot sun and coughed lightly, "I’d like to stay with my elder brother."

The Duke of An: No, you wouldn’t.

In the end, Jing Er was dragged away by Xiao Hen. Xiao Hen had borrowed a lot of books from the Book Pavilion; it would take Jing Er several trips to move them all.

"Why am I the one moving them?" Jing Er looked at the empty-handed Xiao Hen with a hint of resentment.