The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1693: 825 The Overbearing Beauty Has Arrived! (2 taels)

Chapter 1693: 825 The Overbearing Beauty Has Arrived! (2 taels)

Gu Jiao came out of the Feng Courtyard and noticed a small figure peeking from behind a large tree.

Gu Jiao walked over: “Neat Sky?”

Little Neat Sky paused, scratched his small head, and stepped out: “Ah, I’ve been found.”

Gu Jiao patted his little head: “Were you waiting for me?”

“Uh… yes!” Little Neat Sky hesitated for a moment, then nodded earnestly in acknowledgment.

He raised his innocent small face, his big eyes blinking at Gu Jiao, and his thick, curled eyelashes made him look like a little lash sprite.

“Jiaojiao, are you going to war again?”

He asked in distress and reluctance, “Why do you always have to go to war?”

This question, Gu Jiao did not know how to answer.

She knelt down on one knee in front of him, suddenly realizing that Little Neat Sky had grown taller. Previously, she could easily see the top of his head in this pose, but now she truly looked him in the eye.

It’s wonderful to watch you grow up.

So nice.

Gu Jiao removed a fallen leaf from his shoulder and softly said: “Everyone has their duties; saving lives, protecting the nation and its people, all are responsibilities.”

Little Neat Sky was slightly confused, thought for a while, and then clenched his little fist, saying: “Then my duty must be to protect Jiaojiao! I want to learn martial arts! I want to grow up! Eventually, I will go to war so Jiaojiao won’t have to!”

Gu Jiao patted his little head and smiled: “Going to war is not fun.”

Little Neat Sky frowned and said: “But war is hard work, and I don’t want Jiaojiao to work hard!”

Gu Jiao said: “I am not working hard.”

In the end, Little Neat Sky couldn’t bear to part with her and was almost crying with grievance.

Gu Jiao hugged him for quite a while before coaxing him back inside to sleep.

Once the little guy was in dreamland, Gu Jiao rode a carriage to the National Master Hall.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, the National Master was sitting inside playing chess.

With the fall of the Crown Prince and the downfall of the Han Family, the fake monarch matter was resolved, and the National Master Hall naturally cleared its name and lifted its lockdown.

Mr. Meng had already left, and the National Master was playing chess against himself.

The disciple who was supposed to be on duty had gone to run errands, while Ye Qing was kneeling respectfully at the side, waiting for his master’s instructions.

“I’m done.” The National Master suddenly put the chess piece back into the chess box.

Ye Qing quickly moved over to sort the black and white pieces and packed the chessboard up.

Just then, Ya He reported from outside the Courtyard: “Master, Lord Xiao is here.”

“Let him in,” the National Master said.

Gu Jiao entered the small bamboo house.

By now, dusk had fallen, and feather-fan glass lamps were hung under the porch. The transparency of this glass was almost indistinguishable from the glass of the past life, clearly surpassing Liang Country’s craftsmanship.

“When did these get hung up? They’re quite nice,” Gu Jiao said.

“Hung up for the Moon-worshipping Festival,” Ye Qing invited Gu Jiao inside, “Usually, they’ll be hung up until the end of the month before being taken down.”

The Moon-worshipping Festival, also known as Mid-Autumn, is a tradition in Dayan to hang lanterns for moon gazing.

Gu Jiao knelt down opposite the National Master: “National Master, you’ve worked hard to come down here, even celebrating such folk festivals.”

The National Master glanced at her wordlessly.

“Join me for a game of chess.” He decided not to bother with her.

“Alright then.”

For misunderstanding you for so long, I’ll play a game with you.

Ye Qing brought out the chessboard he’d painstakingly tidied and set it up again, then brewed a pot of fruit tea.

The fruit tea carried a naturally refreshing fruity aroma, but not too sweet, suiting Gu Jiao’s taste well.

“You take black,” said the National Master.

“Alright,” Gu Jiao didn’t refuse, taking the black and playing first. She placed a piece on the small spot in the upper right corner of the board.

The National Master looked at this piece and had a momentary lapse.

“Why aren’t you playing?” Gu Jiao blinked and asked, “Don’t tell me you can’t play?”

“Who said I can’t play?” The National Master coldly picked up a white piece and placed it on the board.

“I’m here to take the first kit,” Gu Jiao said, “and to say goodbye.”

These days, Gu Changqing had been hiding in the guardian room secretly practicing a pirated death warrior secret manual. Gu Jiao turned a blind eye and left the first and kit in the Secret Room.

Now that Gu Changqing had left, she also needed to take the first kit for her expedition.

The National Master snorted: “It’s rare for you to actually come and say goodbye.”

Gu Jiao placed a black piece: “Why not clarify?”

The National Master paused in holding the chess piece.

This question was asked abruptly, leaving Ye Qing puzzled, but after brief contemplation, the National Master understood what Gu Jiao was referring to.

“There’s no need,” he said.

The tragedy of the Xuanyuan Family had already occurred; saying it wasn’t his leak couldn’t bring back those lives.