The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546: 271 Jiaojiao of My Sorrow (Two updates combined into one)_2

The Emperor and Empress Dowager had a strained relationship. He was worried that Gu Jiao would be implicated and had therefore been very cautious. However, he had still been discovered by Empress Dowager Zhuang.

Out of caution, he arranged for Eunuch Wei to personally escort her out of the palace.

Once out of the palace, Gu Jiao and Monk Xiaojingkong boarded the carriage to return home.

Xiaojingkong’s spirits were low, "Jiaojiao, does Grandmother not want us anymore?"

Gu Jiao patted his little shaved head.

She was also not sure.

But it seemed like Grandmother really didn’t care about them anymore.

Xiaojingkong climbed onto Gu Jiao’s lap, burying himself in her arms for comfort.

Gu Jiao held him, soothingly stroking his thin back until he, devastated and aggrieved, fell asleep.

The coachman was Xiaosanzi.

Whipping the horses, he got the carriage to start moving. But they had hardly gone a few steps when a familiar voice called them to a halt. _{ƒгeewebnovёl.com}

"Wait!"

It was Zhuang Yuexi.

She had caught up to stop Gu Jiao’s carriage, forcing Xiaosanzi to pull the reins and halt the carriage.

Xiaosanzi thought the young woman looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen her.

Zhuang Yuexi ignored him, walking up to the carriage window, "Miss Gu, Grandmother had something to tell you through me."

"Grandmother," a term she never used in front of the Empress Dowager’s face, yet she said it warmly and affectionately in front of Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao lifted the curtain of the carriage lightly.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yuexi’s lashes fluttered. She coldly said to Gu Jiao, "Grandmother hopes that today’s incident will not happen again. You should not come to the palace to look for her in the future. She is the Empress Dowager now, and all her previous actions were mere measures of expediency. You should not harbor inappropriate thoughts."

Gu Jiao kept her gaze locked onto Zhuang Yuexi.

Zhuang Yuexi felt a shiver sent down her spine by that direct and piercing stare but she didn’t show it. Composing herself, she retrieved a small pouch from her wide sleeve and threw it at Gu Jiao, "This is yours!"

The pouch was a coin purse, stitched by Gu Jiao herself for her Grandmother. Its needlework wasn’t very pretty, but it was highly durable. Her Grandmother had always kept it on her person.

On the day her Grandmother left, she took nothing from Bishui Alley, only her plain clothes and this little coin purse, which had never left her side.

This was the only tangible memory Gu Jiao had left with her Grandmother.

Now, her Grandmother had returned it.