The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: 192 The Gambling Bet (Second Update)

Liu Yisheng: “What do you want to bet on?”

Gu Jiao: “I bet that one day, I will call you Premier Liu.”

“Premier? Me?” Liu Yisheng laughed at the suggestion. He lived like a dog, trampled upon by others. His survival was already a lucky break.

His smile faded, “And Zhan Country doesn’t have a premier.”

Gu Jiao gazed at him, resting her cheek on her hand.

She didn’t mind if he didn’t believe it.

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Not long after Liu Yisheng left, the Yao Family arrived at the medical hall.

The old Madam Gu had sent her away to interrogate Lord Gu more effectively yesterday, and she only heard about Gu Chenglin’s situation this morning during her morning greetings to the old Madam.

Madam Ling adored her “youngest son” the most. Who would have thought she would stab Gu Chenglin in his heart?

The news made old Madam Gu faint.

Members of the Yao family felt it was shocking, but not entirely unexpected.

Madam Ling never truly treated Gu Chenglin and his brothers as her own sons, otherwise she wouldn’t have used Gu Chenglin against the Yao Family. But the extent of her madness took the Yao family by surprise.

“I heard that Madam Ling was forced to drink Sterility Medicine by both the old Madam Gu and Lord Gu on her wedding night. She must be harboring a lot of hatred inside her!” On the carriage ride here, the maid shared the news with the Yao family.

The Yao family wasn’t sure if the news was true or not, but it was an established fact that Madam Ling had not gotten pregnant since she began living in the mansion. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

However, the Yao family didn’t come to see Gu Chenglin, but Gu Jiao.

They had heard that Gu Chenglin’s accident had occurred at midnight, and Gu Changqing carried him to find a doctor. They only returned when dawn broke.

Gu Jiao was at the medical hall of the Divine Hands, and it was no secret that the doctor who worked tirelessly to rescue Gu Chenglin was her.

The Yao family brought Gu Jiao some chicken soup.

They had removed the layer of fat on top, so the broth was rich but not greasy and was delicious with a delicate balance of salty and sweet.

Gu Jiao took a few sips in her quarters. It tasted good.

“Madam, please have some too,” she said to the Yao family.

“I have already eaten.” The Yao matriarch placed the bowl she had been served in front of Gu Jiao and spoke affectionately, “You eat.”