The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813: 377 Mother’s kindness and filial piety (second watch)_3

She wasn’t quite sure whether it was the white medicine prescribed by Consort Jing that was no longer effective, the black medicine from her aunt that was failing, or perhaps both were simultaneously becoming ineffective.

Gu Jiao made a "no problem" gesture to her aunt.

Empress Dowager Zhuang then raised her eyebrows slightly, satisfied as she glanced at her "five candied fruits": "Let’s go."

The Emperor: "..."

Was it an illusion? Why did he feel like the Empress Dowager was drooling over him?

Neither of them had objections to Gu Jiao trailing along as the little tail, so she leisurely followed behind.

Eunuch Qin and Eunuch Wei were naturally present too, but they were less noticeable, unlike Gu Jiao who was sitting in Empress Dowager Zhuang’s Feng Nian—

The Emperor and Empress Dowager Zhuang walked all the way to the Imperial Garden.

The weather today was nice, and there were many people in the Imperial Garden.

As luck would have it, Consort Jing was also there.

Empress Dowager Zhuang had entered her role from the moment she left Renshou Palace, not at all affected by the presence of Consort Jing; however, the Emperor tensed slightly upon seeing Consort Jing.

He felt a rush of panic as if he had been caught in the act.

Consort Jing looked at the Emperor with an injured expression.

The Emperor knew he shouldn’t have done this. His mother was the most important person to him, yet he had left her to stroll in the garden with Empress Dowager Zhuang.

But—

Gu Jiao understood; the effect of the black medicine was just beginning to take hold, and the Emperor had not completely taken a dislike to Consort Jing. His feelings at the moment were probably a mix of guilt and complexity.

Gu Jiao surmised that Consort Jing had anticipated this and wanted to see firsthand the relationship between the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, which might be crucial for her next plan.

Unaware of these details, Empress Dowager Zhuang was, after all, performing for Consort Jing to see. It was even better that the intended audience had arrived in person—this saved the effect from being diluted through another’s narration.

Empress Dowager Zhuang looked at the Emperor tenderly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead: "Honghong, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let’s sit in the Pavilion for a bit."

Nurse Cai understood that it was extremely irrational to go there at this time, but sometimes, after winning for half a lifetime, one might really believe that they can control everything; Consort Jing agreed to come. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}