The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: 215 Slapping in the Face (First Update)_2

The fifth prince was in quite a jitter, dare not even to exhale a breath.

It was almost of certainty that the fifth prince had been cheating in his studies. Had it not for the concubine causing such a stir, the emperor wouldn’t suspect his son at all – would the fifth prince claim credit that doesn’t belong to him, did his past education contain elements of fraud?

“Who did your homework in the past?” the emperor asked sternly.

The fifth prince had originally planned not to reveal anything, however, unable to withstand the pressure from his father, he stammered out: “My… my cousin.”

The emperor reeled back in anger.

It was Gu Jinyu again!

The emperor was so angered that he found it somewhat ridiculous.

He had been wondering where Gu Jinyu got the ability to claim credit at every turn, now he saw it as something she had learned from being surrounded by such behaviour from an early age. Her talents were taken away by others, hence she also took things from others.

What is this called? If the upper beam isn’t straight, the lower ones will go crooked!

All the goodness of the concubine now suddenly made the emperor feel very bad!

But, the son is his own, and he cannot leave him be.

After the third prince was conferred the title of Ruiwang, the eldest prince was also conferred Ningwang. The fourth and fifth princes were also old enough, and officials in the court have suggested that they should also be conferred titles.

He had the titles ready for his two sons this morning.

But now, the emperor felt the timing was not ripe.

In fact, the fourth prince’s education was not fraudulent, the emperor had just been affected by the fifth prince and suddenly started doubting the fourth prince as well.

Should the fourth son’s education be tested as well?

Or even if his education is tested, should his character be tested too?

The emperor’s thoughts were swirling, and in the end, he said one thing – the conferment of the titles would be postponed!

So, the fourth prince, who had done nothing, missed the chance to be conferred his title because of politics.

The fourth prince was really frustrated, who had he offended? Where could he go to reason this?

…

Xiao Jingkong had a wonderful afternoon in the Imperial Palace.

To not expose his identity, Qin Chuyu didn’t mention he lived in the palace and would be going home with his father later.

Young children do not suspect so much.

“So, see you tomorrow.” Xiao Jingkong said goodbye to Qin Chuyu and left the palace in Xu Zhuzhu’s carriage.

It was rather late when the Xu family’s carriage dropped Xiao Jingkong off at the medical hall, with fewer patients today, Gu Jiao was waiting for Xiao Jingkong in the Grand Hall.

Xiao Jingkong was actually very tired, Xu Zhuzhu was already sound asleep, while Jingkong was barely keeping his eyes open, resisting the urge to fall asleep.

The carriage arrived at the medical hall.

Gu Jiao would look at each carriage that stopped at the medical hall.

This time was no exception.

She saw the Xu family’s carriage, stood up and walked out.

When Xiao Jingkong didn’t hop down, she had a pretty good guess what had happened.

She got on the carriage and took Xiao Jingkong into her arms.

As Xiao Jingkong was nodding off, he felt his body becoming lighter. He opened his eyes a crack and sleepily called out, “Jiaojiao?”

“Hmm, it’s me.” Gu Jiao held him with one hand and supported the back of his head with the other, taking him off the carriage.

“Please be careful.” The chauffeur brought over a footstool.

“Thank you,” Gu Jiao expressed her gratitude and returned to the medical hall with Jingkong.

Xiao Jingkong laid on Gu Jiao’s chest, his little head propped up on her shoulder, soon falling asleep.

Gu Jiao freed up a hand to take the little basket.

A slender hand like jade reached over.

“I will do it.” He put Gu Jiao’s first and kit in the basket, and then put the little basket on his back, reaching out to take Xiao Jingkong.

But Xiao Jingkong seemed to sense something, furrowing his little brows and tightly holding onto the front of Gu Jiao’s robe.

“It’s ok, I’ll hold him,” Gu Jiao told Xiao Liulang.

Xiao Liulang hmmed in response: “Alright.”

Gu Jiao asked curiously: “Why are you here so late? The medical hall is not busy today.”

“I was passing by.” Xiao Liulang said seriously.

He couldn’t have a heart, couldn’t have a home, couldn’t have any attachments anymore. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}