The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 804

Chapter 804: 374 Abuse the Scum (second update)

Eunuch Wei didn’t feel reassured, so he pulled Gu Jiao’s wrist towards him, used his body to block the view of others, rolled up her sleeve, and inspected it carefully.

After confirming there were no wounds or bruises, Eunuch Wei finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He adjusted Gu Jiao’s sleeve for her. As a eunuch, he had little need for concerns about male-female boundaries, but still, in public, he didn’t want others to see Gu Jiao’s arm.

"Eunuch Wei, why have you come here?" Gu Jiao asked.

Eunuch Wei replied, "His Majesty sent this servant here. Earlier in the palace, His Majesty was in a foul mood and did not attend to Miss Gu. After calming down, he felt regretful and ordered the Imperial Kitchen to prepare a few of Miss Gu’s favorite pastries."

He was speaking of the morning’s events.

The Emperor, having misunderstood that Noble Consort Jing had pushed Eunuch Wei, felt irate and troubled, then turned and entered his Study Room. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

After being poisoned with the "black drug," only the memories of that particular person would gradually retain only the negative aspects, but his memories of others remained unchanged. Gu Jiao was still the little divine doctor whom the Emperor favored.

Gu Jiao accepted the pastries, and Eunuch Wei returned to the palace to report back, also mentioning the attack on Gu Jiao: "...it was a few ruffians, Miss Gu was not injured."

It was highly likely that such low-level thugs were simply the scoundrels of the Capital City and not the sinister hand of some significant figure sent to assassinate Gu Jiao.

After all, they were too unskilled to pose any real harm to Gu Jiao.

However, the Emperor somehow could not shake off an image that suddenly appeared in his mind.

A terrifying thought surged into his heart, startling him into a cold sweat.

Reason told him it was impossible, but the more he thought about it, the more that thought seemed to magnify in his heart.

In the end, he became obsessed with this suspicion, deeply convinced of its truth.

He slapped the memorials on his desk with a snap and went to the Nunnery with a stern face.

It was dusk by then, when all major palaces were beginning their meals. The Nunnery was also reaching dinner time, and wisps of smoke rose from the small Kitchen chimney, adding a touch of worldly life amid the pavilions and towers.

The setting sun should have made for a very warm scene.

But the Emperor’s heart was chilled.