The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1368 - 1368 665 Super Boss (First Update)

Chapter 1368: 665 Super Boss (First Update) Chapter 1368: 665 Super Boss (First Update) This little slap was not particularly harmful, but it was extremely humiliating.

With so many people watching, Prince Ming had lost all face, both inside and out.

Not to mention he hadn’t self-identified, aside from that clueless foreigner from the inferior nation, Xiao Liulang, who couldn’t recognize the imperial guards of the Crown Prince’s residence accompanying him?

He was baffled.

How had this boy become this little one’s teacher?

What was going on!

“Wait!”

The Prince, furious with embarrassment, suddenly thought of something important. He angrily looked toward the Little Princess being held in front of him, pointed at Gu Jiao, and said through gritted teeth, “Why don’t you believe me when I say I came to make friends, but you believe her when she says I came to steal horses? This is unfair of you!”

The Little Princess choked.

She suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Indeed, she had been slightly unjust earlier.

But the Little Princess had her own pride; admitting her mistake was out of the question!

She rolled her eyes thoughtfully and said seriously, “Isn’t it all because you always lie! You have a bad record, and your words lack credibility! They are not trustworthy!”

“You!”

Prince Ming was almost angered to death by her!

To be publicly humiliated was one thing, but to have one’s shortcomings exposed as well!

With the justification she had found for herself, the Little Princess suddenly felt quite righteous: “Don’t you admit it? Last year you were caught sneaking off to cockfight by your older cousin, the Crown Prince! This year you cheated and had someone write essays for you! Last month you even lied to His Majesty! Hmph! Did you think I was a child and wouldn’t remember?”

That was it; he was completely exposed.

In truth, these were all trivial matters: cockfighting was just a casual pastime, cheating occurred because he couldn’t be bothered with homework—it wasn’t that he didn’t know how to write—and as for lying, how could that be considered lying?

He claimed to miss the king day and night; how could that be wrong?

How could there be such infuriating children in the world!

The Prince could not hold grudges against the Little Princess; not only could he not bear grudges, but he also had to coax her and give in to her in every respect.

Otherwise, she would go to the king and tattle on him again, as tattling was what she loved most!

Could he go and tattle? Of course, he could, but wouldn’t that be shameful?

How old was the Little Princess, and how old was he?

The Little Princess, completely unaware that Prince Ming yielded to her because of her young age, always thought it was due to her higher status and that he could not be unfilial.

Because of the unexpected arrival of the Little Princess, Prince Ming had no choice but to leave in a crestfallen manner.

Before leaving, the Little Princess even pressed his head to make him bow in a salute.

Dean Cen and all the students who were sneakily spectating heaved a sigh of relief.

The arrival of the Little Princess was so timely.

Otherwise, who could have dealt with the daunting persona of Prince Ming?

That said, when the Little Princess just now mentioned not letting Prince Ming bully her teacher, which teacher was she referring to? Xiao Liulang?

At this moment, Mu Qingchen was hurriedly called over by Gu Xiaoshun, only to find that Prince Ming and Han Che had already left, rendering his strategizing along the way useless.

“Princess, why did you come?” Mu Qingchen approached and greeted the Little Princess.

“Put me down,” the Little Princess said.

The maid put the Little Princess down.

The Little Princess was actually not often carried, as it would make her appear very small, and she always remembered that she was an elder.

The Little Princess pointed at Gu Jiao and said to Mu Qingchen, “I came to find her.”

Gu Jiao asked oddly, “Find me for what?”

“To ride horses,” said the Little Princess. “I asked you when you would come yesterday, and you didn’t give me a definite answer.”

Oh, so she was supposed to respond? She thought she could just go straight there after class.

Gu Jiao seriously reflected, “It’s my fault, I’ll pay attention next time.”

She had no adult pretenses in front of children.

This attitude pleased the Little Princess very much; she hated it when others made excuses and treated her like a child, such as that unfilial nephew, Prince Ming!

The Little Princess looked at Gu Jiao and said, “You can say it now.”

Gu Jiao said, “I will come to you right after school today. I finish school at the hour of You, and it will take me less than half an hour to get to you.”

The Little Princess nodded, “Good, it’s settled then.”

After that, she bid farewell to Gu Jiao and Mu Qingchen, and rode back in her carriage.

Gu Jiao felt a little puzzled; to make such an effort just to ask about a class schedule was beyond her understanding of the world of a royal child.

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Elsewhere, in the mine surrounded by mountains, Gu Chengfeng and his men had been drilling a well all day long. The weather was hot, and some laborers collapsed on the spot from heatstroke.

Gu Chengfeng was also somewhat affected by the heat, feeling nauseous and weak, but he was not at the point of collapsing.

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His sleeves were rolled up high, revealing wheat-colored skin; with each forceful action of his chisel, the tight but not overly exaggerated muscles in his arms were visible.

Finally, as dusk approached, the grueling work ended, and the laborers were almost too exhausted to move. Gu Chengfeng sat on a rock too, gasping for breath with sweat soaking his back.

Such days had started for him since he entered Yan Country. It was either in the mine or some other place; in short, he never had a day of peace and enjoyment.

During the war, he had suffered through life and death, but he had never experienced the kind of suffering that trampled on his dignity like now.

His hands had long since developed thick calluses, and today even the calluses were worn through, forming painful blood blisters.

He did not even frown. He untied an old water bladder from his waist and took a mouthful of water mixed with sand.

“Dinner’s ready!”

An official barked out an order.

Tired as they were, they still had to eat. Everyone dragged their weary bodies and staggered toward the food distribution shed.

This time, Gu Chengfeng wasn’t the last in line. He fought for first place, scooped up a bowl of fairly thick porridge, and got two large cornmeal steamed buns.

He then found a secluded spot and gobbled up his food.

Looking at the sky, it was going to rain tonight.

That was precisely why they didn’t have to continue digging the well tonight, for fear of being buried inside.

After the meal, everyone was escorted back to the Datong Inn and was not allowed to leave on their own.

The weather was oppressively hot. The Datong Inn was packed with twenty or thirty people, much like a steamer, and the unpleasant odors fermented continuously in the room.

Gu Chengfeng lay on a wooden plank furthest inside, his expression unchanging as if he was already accustomed to such smells.

About half an hour later, dark clouds rolled in, and it suddenly grew dark.

Soon after, the sky began to flash with lightning and roar with thunder.

Gu Chengfeng knew his chance to escape had arrived.

After the last person in the Datong Inn had fallen asleep, Gu Chengfeng got out of bed and tiptoed to the door.

The door was locked from the outside; he couldn’t pry it open without tools, he could only break it open with his internal energy.

But he couldn’t alarm the patrolling guards. He had to wait, wait for the next peal of thunder to come.

A dazzling flash of lightning passed by, making even the ants on the ground clearly visible.

Now!

With a thunderous bang, Gu Chengfeng shattered the copper lock.

He pulled open the door and stepped out, wrapping a broken lock head with a strand of hair and locking it back in place as if nothing had happened.

The thunder ceased, and a heavy downpour began.

Without looking back, Gu Chengfeng dashed into the rain. The downpour could cover his tracks and mask the guards’ presence, but he had to be even more careful than usual, so as not to run into them unknowingly and be caught red-handed.

“Ouch, how could it rain all of a sudden? My clothes are all soaked!”

“Who knows if we’ll be able to work tomorrow.”

“The officials don’t care anyway, it’s not like they need us to keep digging the well.”

Gu Chengfeng hid behind a large tree, letting two patrolling guards hurry past nearby.

Once they were far enough away, he continued running toward the checkpoint.

There were guards at the checkpoint too. He had observed earlier that this was the only exit; the rest of the area was surrounded by poisonous plants and traps.

He waited in the rain for a while, noticing the guards seemed somewhat sleepy, nodding off as they stood.

Gu Chengfeng quietly flashed past them!

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie; his heart was in his throat, but fortunately, he was not detected, and he successfully exited the mine.

He then ran in the direction he had come from.

The rain drifted heavily, soaking his clothes through.

He dared not stop for a moment, fearing that his pursuers would catch up.

Not knowing how long he had been running, to the point where his legs almost didn’t feel like his own, he arrived at a deserted official road, leaning against a tree by the roadside, panting heavily.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching hoofbeats grew from the distance.

“There’s only one official road here; he must have gone this way!”

It was the officials from the mine!

They had discovered his escape so quickly!

Gu Chengfeng clenched his teeth and looked up at the branches above. With a push from the balls of his feet, he leaped onto a branch.

It was fortunate that it had stopped thundering, otherwise, he might not have been beaten to death by them if captured, but he might have been struck dead by lightning.

“Go!”

A group of men thundered by beneath the tree.

Listening to the hoofbeats receding into the distance, Gu Chengfeng leaned against the tree trunk, catching his breath slightly.

Only when he sat down did he start to feel the pain in his legs.

The place where the slave brand had been seared with a hot iron hadn’t healed well, and now it was drenched from the rain, causing heart-piercing pain.

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