The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: 197 Real Versus Fake Missy (two updates combined into one) _6

Liu Yisheng.

The imperial guards were no longer surprised. There were exams of all sizes at the Capital City’s Imperial College every year, and this madman could be caught outside every time.

The imperial guard said coldly, “You can’t get in again, why do you keep coming here?”

“Passing by,” Liu Yisheng answered, as he was held down with his hands bound behind him, feeling uncomfortable.

“What happened?” Another imperial guard approached.

“It’s Liu Yisheng.” the first imperial guard said, he had planned to drive Liu Yisheng away, but clearly his companion wasn’t going to let Liu Yisheng off so easily.

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The companion crouched down and pulled a slip of paper from the fist Liu Yisheng had clenched. The slip contained today’s test questions.

He sneered at once, “You even stole the exam questions, what are you trying to do? Colluding with the people inside to cheat?”

These exam questions had already been leaked, all the imperial guards knew it. But he simply found the young man annoying and wanted to pin a charge on him to humiliate him.

Liu Yisheng was dragged into a nearby alleyway.

A flurry of punches came his way, leaving his face bloody and his body convulsing.

“Stop it, stop it! It’s the examination period, don’t beat him to death!” The first imperial guard couldn’t bear to watch any longer and stopped his companion, then led him back to their patrol path.

Snow was falling densely.

Liu Yisheng was sprawled out on the cold street, gazing up at the gloomy sky.

He couldn’t see any hope.

He wanted to die.

But he also understood that those people wouldn’t let him die.

They wanted him alive to bear the guilt of the deposed crown prince and the Liu family.

Cold snowflakes fell on his wounds.

If only he could freeze to death like this—

He closed his eyes and laughed coldly.

Suddenly, the light above his head dimmed, the snowflakes that were falling on him disappeared, and he faintly opened his eyes.

Someone had opened an oil-paper umbrella for him. The umbrella was painted with flowers and chicks in an awkward hand, but the handle was delicately engraved.

The girl under the umbrella had a quality of jade about her.

A large red patch was on her left cheek, which looked radiant against the snow.

Gu Jiao crouched down, setting the umbrella aside.

He reached up to stop Gu Jiao.

“Don’t move.” Gu Jiao said.

Liu Yisheng…didn’t move.

Gu Jiao placed her little basket of medicine on the ground, took out small first-aid kit, got a few tongue depressors and placed them in his mouth: “Bite down, it might hurt a bit.”

Liu Yisheng bit down on the tongue depressors.