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The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458: 232 Falling off the Horse (First update) Chapter 458: 232 Falling off the Horse (First update) Meanwhile, the Governor Gu, who was recovering from his injuries within the estate, had no idea that his father had gone out and had a few drinks, returning with a newfound paternal status.

He was plotting internally, readying to bring the Yao Family back into the estate after recovery, no matter what. If that girl should try to stop him, he would ask his father, the Old Marquis, to set her straight!

On the other hand, Gu Changqing in the neighbouring compartment was increasingly aware that something was off with the voices he was hearing.

There was no mistaking that it was his grandfather’s voice, but it sounded like he was drunk.

He looked towards Gu Yan who was engrossed in his meal, oblivious to the peculiar noises from the room next door.

Come to think of it, Gu Yan had been sent to the villa around the age of four. Having not returned to the Capital City ever since, he probably did not recall what his grandfather looked like or how his voice sounded.

The drunk words were sporadic and hard to decipher, but Gu Changqing was wary that they were related to impending ill fortune.

Gu Changqing decided to check it out for himself.

“You continue eating; I need to step out for a moment.”

“Oh.”

Gu Yan put down his chopsticks innocently, “Then I’ll wait for you to return.”

He doesn’t like eating alone.

A sudden bout of tenderness washed over Gu Changqing. How was this kid so sensible? Were all children who grew up with his sister this mature?

His sister was also very mature.

Thoughts of Gu Jiao brought a soft, fraternal glow to Gu Changqing’s eyes.

“I’ll be back quickly, continue eating,” Gu Changqing reassured Gu Yan, aware of the young lad’s hunger, and the dinner hour being past due, especially at an age where his body is growing.

Gu Yan nodded but didn’t resume his meal.

Gu Changqing was left with no choice but to make it a quick look-see. He walked over to the next room.

Upon entering the room, he immediately heard, “If he doesn’t call you ‘daddy’, I’ll whoop him!”

Gu Changqing’s heart skipped a beat!

Who was calling who ‘daddy’?

Because Old Madam Ling had visited the estate earlier in the day, Gu Changqing had excused himself from her presence due to his injury. But in reality, he knew that her visit was about his marriage arrangement with Ling Shuixian.

Could it be…that his grandfather was getting drunk with Uncle Ling?

And did his grandfather accept the marriage proposal?

While pondering over these questions, Gu Changqing stepped behind the screen, only to find the Old Marquis slouching heavily against a chair, drunk as a lord, with a young boy in a green robe and mask beside him.

The Old Marquis was very drunk. He didn’t make heads or tails of things anymore, so Gu Jiao took off her mask.

However, a sound at the door startled her, and she hurriedly put the mask back on.

The mask was a new custom-made creation by Gu Chengfeng, delicate and charming. He himself hadn’t worn it once so far.

Therefore, even Gu Changqing, who had seen a portrait of Feishuang, was unable to connect any dots with the graceful mask.

“Who are you?” asked Gu Changqing, his gaze landing on the boy in the green robe.

Gu Jiao turned her head towards Gu Changqing. She mouthed something, her eyes laughing as if to say, “You’d better call me grandpa, you believe me?”

Gu Changqing felt that he understood!

All of the sudden, the Old Marquis blurted in drunken stupor, “Who… are you? Can… you talk… to my… brother… like that…?”

Brother?

Gu Changqing’s jaw almost dropped to the floor.

This boy seems to be about the same age as Gu Yan, right? How did he become his grandfather’s brother?

Also, his grandfather was so drunk that he couldn’t even recognize anybody. Gu Changqing hadn’t realized that his grandfather was such a bad drunk.

Deep inside, Gu Jiao was gloating.

You don’t recognize me, you don’t recognize me, you don’t recognize me.

“Sis?”

A sudden voice of Gu Yan echoed in the room.

Gu Jiao froze in place!

Even though she was heavily disguised, was it possible that she was still recognized?!

Who else could recognize her if not Gu Yan, with whom she had shared a womb for ten months?

Gu Yan asked cheekily, “Sis, why are you dressed like this? And the mask too?”

Gu Changqing squinted and said in a not-so-sure tone, “Grandpa? Hmm?”

Gu Jiao: “…”

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