The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 957

Chapter 957: 440 Breakthrough (Eight More Chapters)

Gu Jiao nodded to Yujin, "Thank you for telling me all this, the information you’ve provided is very important to me."

"The stool is here!"

The coachman came running over with a wooden stool.

Yujin patted the back of Gu Jiao’s hand, and the coachman set the stool beside her; Gu Jiao stepped on it and got into the carriage.

On the way back, Gu Jiao carefully pondered Yujin’s words.

If everything Yujin said was true, then the only possibility for the person who set the fire at the Guozijian and burned Xiao Hen was the Prince Ning.

If Yujin was lying, and the arsonist was Princess Xinyang, then harming Xiao Liulang was a certainty for Prince Ning, beyond redemption.

No matter who the perpetrator was four years ago, the one currently harboring murderous intents against Xiao Liulang was Prince Ning.

Gu Jiao took out her notebook, tugged at the corner of her lips, and wrote down a name—Qin Chuhan.

Prince Ning’s residence, on a night when the moon was obscured and the wind howled.

Prince Ning lay in his bedchamber, his body wrapped in cotton bandages, half-dead.

He had been drugged by Gu Jiao and was beaten relentlessly until the Dragon Shadow Guard finally arrived; he thought he had been saved, but his nightmare had just started.

This Dragon Shadow Guard had been temporarily assigned by His Majesty to find Xiao Liulang for him, with the first task being to locate the person and the second to protect him.

Gu Jiao had beaten him badly, but he was tough enough to take it, so while it hurt, he sustained no internal injuries.

Determining that he had sustained no fractures but only external injuries, the Dragon Shadow Guard decided he could continue the search and hauled him onto the carriage.

With the coachman gone, the Dragon Shadow Guard took over as his coachman.

Aside from having sustained no internal injuries, Prince Ning truly hurt everywhere; the driving skills of the Dragon Shadow Guard were evidently lacking, causing Prince Ning’s insides to churn violently. His head banged against the carriage wall seven or eight times, and his buttock ground on the floor seventeen or eighteen times.

He could have turned over, but he did not want his solid iron rod to be ground down to a needle.

So, he had to sacrifice his buttocks instead.

Finally, after his arm was dislocated from being jostled, the Dragon Shadow Guard determined that his injuries urgently needed treatment.

Then the Dragon Shadow Guard carried him back to the palace.

Carried...

Heaven knows how long his dislocated arm swung in midair, swaying until he no longer felt it was his own...

This was simply the day from hell!

"Your Highness, it’s time to take your medicine," Qi Fei said as he propped up the immobile Prince Ning.

Prince Ning felt as if a giant boulder had rolled over him, leaving no part of him feeling like it was his own.

Just sitting up and leaning back against the head of the bed caused Prince Ning such pain that a cold sweat broke out.

He took the medicine bowl with his other arm, which wasn’t dislocated.

Not dislocated, perhaps, but it had been stepped on by Gu Jiao, transformed into a pig’s trotter, so it was hardly steady.

In the end, Qi Fei couldn’t bear to watch and personally helped his young master drink the medicine.

Prince Ning leaned against the cushion behind him, recalling the day’s events, still somewhat incredulous, "How dare she..."

Indeed.

How could a noble girl lost to the common folk dare to oppose a prince of the nation?

Even if she had clung to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, in terms of closeness, he was their own flesh and blood.