The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811: 377 Mother’s kindness and filial piety (second watch)

Gu Jiao was not good at dealing with emotional issues, but she remembered that her great-aunt was quite fond of Xue Ningxiang. She wondered if she still remembered Xue Ningxiang after having her brain struck once.

"Miss Gu has arrived!"

The palace maids from Renshou Palace paid their respects to Gu Jiao.

"Is the Empress Dowager in?" Gu Jiao asked.

"Yes, she just returned from court," the palace maid added. "His Highness Prince Ning is also here."

Hm?

Prince Ning returned to the Imperial Palace?

Since Gu Jiao began frequenting the Imperial Palace, she didn’t need to inquire deliberately to hear some of the movements at court. Prince Ning had recently taken Tang Yueshan to the north to suppress bandits.

Though it was said to be suppression, it was actually an excuse to investigate the military intelligence at the border pass—Chen Kingdom had grown restless again, quietly stationing a significant number of troops near the border.

Since it was a matter of politics, Gu Jiao did not go to disturb them. She went directly to the swing set to bask in the sun.

She was not afraid of getting tanned, although it seemed that this body could not tan easily anyway.

While she swung, she pondered secretly when she might find a good opportunity to address the wrongs done by Concubine Jing. That woman had harmed her great-aunt for so many years, and even if she couldn’t dethrone her immediately, she owed some sort of interest.

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard a voice behind her, not quite certain, calling out: "Aunt?"

"Hmm?" As Gu Jiao’s swing came back to the ground, she pointed her toes and brought the swing to a halt.

Then she turned around, looking towards the elegant young man who was walking through Chuihua Gate, "Prince Ning?"

Prince Ning appeared to be in a daze for a moment, let out an "Ah," then came back to his senses with a slight apologetic smile. "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

His gaze lingered on Gu Jiao back and forth. "You really do resemble her quite a bit."

Gu Jiao looked down at her attire—it was not the green clothes she usually wore, but a lake-blue tunic with water sleeves and a gathered waist that she had taken from her great-aunt’s place after getting her clothes dirty last time.

Was it because of these clothes that he mistook her? Or—

Gu Jiao had never asked her great-aunt why there were so many young women’s clothes in her Sleeping Palace. She thought they were prepared for her.