The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: 157 Scapegoat (Second Update)_2

Gu Chenglin rose angrily, not concerned about who was the county’s primary daughter. He got up from his wheelchair and charged at Yao’s Family with gritted teeth.

Madame Yao protected Gu Jinyu in her arms.

Gu Jiao walked out calmly, standing in front of Madame Yao.

Upon seeing this familiar face, the fear infused in Gu Chenglin by the dark room surged over him.

He froze!

Gu Chengfeng watched his younger brother without betraying any emotion, then glanced at Gu Jiao, his eyes deep and inscrutable.

Gu Jiao said indifferently, “Let’s go.”

Gu Jinyu then left, accompanied by Madame Yao.

“The Marquis Residence is not fun at all! My cousin even slandered me! I’ll never come again!” Ling Shuixian felt incredibly guilty, fearing that she’d be exposed by Gu Changqing’s questioning, so she quickly found an excuse and left as well.

Gu Changqing returned to the courtyard a half hour later.

He was ill, covered in sweat, his face still pale.

But his composure was unchanged, his aura as formidable as ever.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at his two silent younger brothers.

Gu Chenglin embellished the story of Gu Jinyu breaking the vase but framing Ling Shuixian. He truly felt sad; that vase was their mother’s favorite, and apparently, he even peed into it when he was little.

His mother laughed so hard at that story, hugging him and cooing affectionately.

He actually didn’t remember any of this.

But every time someone mentioned it, he would desperately construct the scene in his mind.

He believed that his mother was very gentle and loved him very much, she was the best mother in the whole world.

Gu Chenglin wiped away his tears.

He didn’t cry this much even when he was beaten half to death by Gu Jiao.

“That’s not a relic from our mother,” Gu Changqing said.

“Huh?” Gu Chenglin was taken aback.

Gu Chengfeng also looked at his eldest brother strangely.

Gu Changqing sighed, “The vase you peed in was already buried with our mother’s tomb. I didn’t know that you would cry for it the following day. So an imitation was made.”

Gu Chenglin: “…”

Dammit!

Had he been crying over a fake all this time? _{freewёbnoνel.com}