The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Chapter 141: Strong for Mother (Second Update)

After vomiting, Madam Ling seemed to realize something, she gave an awkward smile and covered her mouth with her handkerchief, saying, “I am allergic to pollen.”

Gu Changqing’s expression remained unchanged: “Madam, why didn’t you tell us earlier about your allergy? Then we wouldn’t have asked you to manage the flowers for grandma.”

Madam Ling opened her mouth, but was speechless.

“Take it away.” Gu Changqing told the servant boy.

The boy took away a tray of refreshments. Madam Ling clearly saw him take out a piece of snack while walking.

Her eyelashes trembled.

“Madam.” Gu Changqing called her.

Madam Ling shifted her gaze and clenched her hands under her wide sleeves as she smiled and asked: “What is it?”

Gu Changqing looked at her and said, “I just said, since you are allergic to pollen, you won’t have to take care of the grandmother’s flower room in the future. I will talk to grandmother about it.”

Madam Ling lowered her eyes and smiled: “I’ll be careful, so it won’t be a problem.”

Gu Changqing said: “Why should you take this risk, madam?”

Madam Ling laughed, then raised her eyes to meet Gu Changqing’s gaze, “…If you say so, then alright. However, if the gardener can’t manage it, remember to tell me.”

“Yes.” Gu Changqing quietly nodded.

Madam Ling stood up: “It’s getting late. You should rest. I will go back.”

Just as she took a few steps away, Gu Changqing called out to her: “Is maternal grandmother doing well?”

“Hmm?” Madam Ling paused, turned back and looked at Gu Changqing with a smile, “She is in good health. She just misses her three young grandsons. If you have time, please take Chengfeng and Chenglin to see her.”

“I will.” said Gu Changqing.

Without lingering, Madam Ling turned around and left the courtyard.

On her way back, passing by the flower room, she saw a few male and female servants cleaning up the room.

“Those white flowers have all been uprooted!”

“Such beautiful flowers, such a pity to uproot them.”

“The old lady fell, and the prince is angry. I feel sorry for these flowers.”

“Enough, stop talking, be careful our words reach the old lady and the prince.”

A chilling sensation swept over her back.

“Madam, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Your face looks pale.” a maid at her side asked.