The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 729

Chapter 729: 338 Love (Third watch of the night)_2

Empress Mother Zhuang put on a stern face, snorting, "Humph! They’re not afraid to show their true colors! Do they really think they’ve pulled off a flawless cloak-and-dagger operation?"

Eunuch Qin couldn’t help but laugh.

He knew that deep down she actually liked this, appreciating the fearless spirit of young calves not afraid of the tiger, yet she had to put on an act of disapproval.

Eunuch Qin chuckled, "Isn’t it precisely because they know the Empress Dowager will clean up their messes? The Empress Dowager trusts them, and they entrust their futures to her too!"

"Hmph!"

No one knew how many times she had snorted by now.

Trust between people was never something spoken out loud; it was an understanding through action, a belief in someone’s sincerity and capability.

This... was actually quite refreshing.

Empress Mother Zhuang snorted.

Gu Jiao and Xiao Liulang returned to Bishui Alley.

The owner of the Fruit Garden had invited a theater troupe that night and set up a stage inside the garden. All the neighbors went to watch the play, along with Madame Yao and her children.

The house was deserted.

Even though they had eaten dinner, after all the commotion at the imperial palace, they were both a bit hungry again.

"Let’s go out to eat," Xiao Liulang said, not wanting her to go to the trouble of cooking this late at night. Plus, they were close to a bustling street where it was convenient to find any kind of food.

"Alright," Gu Jiao agreed.

They went to Xuanwu Avenue.

Capital City was always incredibly lively on summer nights. Shops stood shoulder-to-shoulder, and street vendors’ stalls stretched on like a long dragon. Carriages and horses frequently moved slowly through the center of the street, with throngs of pedestrians on both sides.

Usually, Gu Jiao walked on the outside to protect her beloved husband, but today Xiao Liulang had her walk on the inside.

Xiao Liulang, leaning on his crutch, shielding her from the crowds with his frame that had gained noticeably more masculine strength than last year.

However, a street peddler carrying goods recklessly pushed through from the inside lane, narrowly missing a collision with Gu Jiao.

Xiao Liulang pulled her arm, then didn’t immediately let go. He hesitated for a moment before sliding his hand down to hold hers: "Don’t get lost."

Gu Jiao was startled for a moment before smiling brightly: "Alright."

Her husband must not get lost.

Not many people were aware of this identity. At home, only Gu Jiao, Madame Yao and the little monk knew, while Gu Yan, that little cunning man, might have guessed something, but probably hadn’t figured out the connection to Xiao Hen. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}