The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 810

Chapter 810: 376 Mother (second watch)

But when conversation reached this point, everyone knew it was time to end the topic.

Xiao Liulang went back to the next room.

Liao Quan came over from the corridor: "My lord."

"Ah," the old Master of Sacrificial Wine sighed, "why is he so stubborn?"

Liao Quan had already learned of Xiao Liulang’s identity, but he still didn’t quite understand what the old master meant: "Why does my lord say this?"

The Master of Sacrificial Wine waved his hand: "Never mind, it’s nothing."

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After Xiao Liulang returned to his own mansion, he plunged into the study. He casually shut the door behind him, didn’t light the candle, and just stood there alone in the endless night.

He understood what his teacher wanted to ask.

—Why didn’t you tell Princess Xinyang that you’re back?

Not telling Marquis Xuanping was somewhat excusable after all. Because the relationship between father and son was not close, and after all, there is always some strange repellence and friction between men. It wouldn’t be odd for a rebellious teenager and a libertine father to become enemies.

But what about Princess Xinyang?

That mother who held you dear to her heart, what has she done wrong? What crime has she committed to deserve this!

I used to think you avoided her because you were worried your own troubles were too great and would implicate her.

But she controls the Dragon Shadow Guard, who can harm her?

Why do this, Ahen, why!

Gu Jiao went to the kitchen to heat some water and prepared some late-night snacks, intending to see if the menfolk at home had all returned.

As she passed by the study, the door was closed and no candlelight shone through; she didn’t pay much attention and walked past.

But she hadn’t walked two steps before she turned back around.

It was intuition.

She didn’t knock on the door as she had in the past but gently pushed it open and walked in.

The faint candlelight from the corridor shone through, allowing her to see clearly the figure in front of the desk, seemingly shrouded in immense sadness.

She closed the door behind her with the back of her hand, and her figure was once again swallowed by the darkness.

But she knew where he was, she could hear his breathing.

She slowly walked over and stopped behind him.

Xiao Liulang did not turn around or speak.

She also did not speak.

—He must have known someone came in; his lack of response meant he didn’t want to talk.

Gu Jiao could not understand too many complex emotions, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the emotions of others.

He was upset, very upset, very deeply so.

In Gu Jiao’s mind flashed the image of when she was sad because her aunt had forgotten her, and he embraced her gently to soothe her.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t tall enough to hug someone and bury their head in her chest like he could.

After thinking it over, she stepped forward, reached out her small arms, and gently embraced him from behind.

This way, it’s okay, right?

It was bound to make him less upset, right?

Gu Jiao initially hugged him lightly, but as she pressed her cheek against his slightly rigid back, perhaps because she was closer to his heart, she felt the sad emotions even more intensely.

She tightened her arms.

In the dark, Xiao Liulang endured the pain in his throat and lifted his hand, covering hers that was wrapped around his waist.