The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1666 - 808 Long Yi’s Origins (Second Update)

Xiao Hen was momentarily stunned.

Seeing his young master in a daze, Long Yi was also stunned, even synchronizing the extent to which he opened his mouth.

Xiao Hen blinked in confusion and raised his hand.

He closed the door, and then he opened it again.

Long Yi was still there; it wasn’t a dream. Long Yi was really here.

"Long..."

Bam!

Before Xiao Hen could finish speaking, Long Yi pulled the door shut, then pushed it open again.

Xiao Hen couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. He was already twenty years old, no longer the little rascal who had always pestered Long Yi to play with him.

Yet everyone had changed, except Long Yi.

The tip of Xiao Hen’s nose suddenly felt a little sore. To him, Long Yi was not a guard, not a servant, but a family member, just like Princess Xinyang, who accompanied him through his innocent childhood and mischievous years.

He would never get angry at him, never be disappointed in him.

"Long Yi..."

His voice was almost choked with emotion.

But before he could shed a tear, Long Yi picked him up in a flash.

Xiao Hen felt a dizzying whirl, his tears were forced back as Long Yi, without a word (mainly because he couldn’t), carried him into an empty room.

"This is Gu Chengfeng’s room," said Xiao Hen with his head down.

Long Yi went to the next room.

"This room is for the Monarch," said Xiao Hen again.

Long Yi continued walking forward and came to the third empty room.

This was Gu Jiao’s room.

Xiao Hen promptly shut his mouth.

Come on, throw me on Jiaojiao’s bed!

Long Yi turned and left.

Xiao Hen: "..."

Long Yi found Xiao Hen’s room, after all, it was the only empty room left.

He swiftly stripped off Xiao Hen’s outer garments, leaving only his inner clothes, and mercilessly threw him onto the mosquito net.

Xiao Hen slightly raised himself: "Long Yi, I—"

Long Yi slapped his face, pressing him back onto the pillow.

It was the young master’s bedtime.

-

When Gu Jiao returned to Feng Courtyard, the oil lamp in Xiao Hen’s room had already been extinguished. Long Yi, holding his long sword, was sleeping against the pillar on the beam.

It was a habit developed over years of guarding Princess Xinyang and Xiao Hen. As long as they were in unfamiliar environments, he would keep watch while they rested.

This journey must have exhausted him, even his breathing was heavier than usual.

Xiao Hen quietly sat up, then quietly reached out a finger to lift the mosquito net.

Long Yi’s body moved slightly. freёnovelkiss-com

"I’m going to the restroom," said Xiao Hen.

Long Yi, who had been traveling continuously and hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep, had also fought a battle with Dark Soul, so he was already exhausted.

Without any dangerous aura approaching, he wouldn’t wake.

Xiao Hen tiptoed out of the room. As soon as he reached the doorway, he saw Gu Jiao in the hallway opposite.

He walked over quickly.

Gu Jiao looked at him in surprise: "I thought you were asleep."

In a low voice, Xiao Hen said, "No, I was waiting for you. Let’s talk inside. Don’t wake Long Yi."

Gu Jiao murmured, "Long Yi’s asleep?"

Xiao Hen nodded, "Yes, he’s exhausted. I’ve never seen him this tired."

Gu Jiao glanced at the tightly closed door opposite, then entered the room with Xiao Hen.

"Has Gu Chengfeng and the Monarch arrived?" Gu Jiao asked as she took out a fire striker and lit an oil lamp.

"They’ve arrived and are already asleep," Xiao Hen said, as he walked to the table and poured a cup of cold tea for Gu Jiao. "Have a drink first."

Gu Jiao was indeed very thirsty. She took the cup and gulped down three large cups of water.

Xiao Hen looked at her with distress: "Are you hurt?"

"They all arrived just in time, so I wasn’t hurt." Her foot was already fine.

"What about Gu Changqing?" Xiao Hen asked.

Gu Jiao explained the embarrassing incident caused by the National Master’s secret death warrior to Xiao Hen, who was at a loss for words after hearing it.

How could such a thing happen?

He was really looking forward to the day Gu Changqing discovered the truth.

Would he kill his silly self, or the duplicitous National Master?

Gu Jiao mused, "I have a question. Our actions were very discreet. How did the National Master know we were going to the Imperial Palace to steal the Monarch? Does this mean he knows that the Monarch at court is a fake?"

Xiao Hen said seriously: "I think he probably has boundless power and could divine it."

Gu Jiao squinted slightly: "So it’s you."

Xiao Hen immediately retorted: "It’s not me!"

Gu Jiao: Haha.

Xiao Hen peeled an orange and handed it to Gu Jiao: "Eat an orange, eat an orange!"

Gu Jiao took the orange and returned him a look that said, "I’ve seen through you."

Xiao Hen smiled slightly: "By the way, how did you run into Long Yi?"

"Just happened to meet him." Gu Jiao briefly narrated the timely arrival of Long Yi, who severely beat Dark Soul, highlighting two key points.

First, Long Yi is indeed Shitian, confirmed.

Second, Long Yi and Dark Soul are old acquaintances; unfortunately, Long Yi has lost his memory and doesn’t recall anything from the past.

Third, Long Yi might also be able to speak.

Regarding the third point, Xiao Hen was not doubtful at all, since except for the former emperor of Zhan Country, no one else trained their death warriors to be unable to communicate.

"As for the second point, I can answer you." Xiao Hen said, "Shitian and Dark Soul were fellow disciples under the same master, Shitian being the exceptionally talented junior disciple."

Gu Jiao suddenly realized: "They actually had that kind of relationship, no wonder Dark Soul would speak to Long Yi that way... But who did you hear this from?"

Xiao Hen thought for a moment, then finally contributed his strong survival instinct: "The National Master."

Gu Jiao was suddenly baffled, when did your relationship get so good? Even telling you things that couldn’t be found in the Book Pavilion?

Xiao Hen coughed lightly: "It was Xiao Qing, the National Master has a good relationship with Xiao Qing."

It was thanks to Xiao Qing.

"By the way, Xiao Qing has been traveling for so long, isn’t your mother worried?"

Xiao Hen smiled: "He started venturing into the Jianghu with bodyguards at the age of six; he wouldn’t suffer losses outside."

Gu Jiao asked: "What were you doing at six?"

Xiao Hen spread his hands: "I was kept by my mother’s side every day, not allowed to take a single step away from her, spending every day either reciting poetry or practicing calligraphy."

Gu Jiao rubbed her chin: "Two very different child-rearing methods. So, are you envious of Xiao Qing?"

Would you wish to be like Xiao Qing, not forced to study or practice calligraphy, but living a free and easy life every day?

"No." Xiao Hen said.

"Why?" Gu Jiao asked.

Xiao Hen held her soft hand, deeply looking into her eyes: "Because if I had grown up in Yan Country, I wouldn’t have met you."

...

Cold Palace.

Dark Soul, covered in blood, returned to the East Courtyard.

The Han Family member came out from the room, startled by his appearance: "What happened to you? Where is His Majesty?"

Dark Soul said indifferently: "He was taken away."

The Han Family member frowned: "Wasn’t it your job to bring him back?"

Dark Soul’s expression worsened: "Do you think I deliberately let them go?"

The Han Family member was at a loss for words.

Dark Soul was her advisor, not her servant; she should indeed treat him with respect.

She softened her tone and said: "You’ve been seriously injured, I’ll get someone to find an imperial physician."

Her attitude softened, so did Dark Soul’s.

Dark Soul waved his hand: "No need, I’ll heal myself."

The Han Family member asked again: "What exactly happened? Who injured you this badly?"

Dark Soul didn’t rush to answer her question, instead he asked: "Who exactly is Xiao Liulang?"

The Han Family member realized something, and asked: "Was tonight’s incident his doing?"

"Answer me first." Dark Soul insisted.

The Han Family member frowned: "He is from Zhan Country. He infiltrated Tianqiong Academy under the identity of Xiao Liulang, and now has become the adopted son of the Duke of An Country. His true identity has yet to be discovered."

Thinking of tonight’s event, Dark Soul’s chest began to ache again: "You’d better investigate quickly. If Yan Country can’t find out, send people to Zhan Country to investigate. This kid is suspicious."

The Han Family member agreed: "Indeed, he is somewhat peculiar. So young, yet he killed Nangong Li and defeated Han Ci to seize Black Wind Camp. He might be a pawn of Shangguan Yun."

Dark Soul snorted coldly: "Shangguan Yun doesn’t have that capability!"

"What? Does this Xiao Liulang have a significant background? Even the princess of Shang Country can’t control him?"

Dark Soul said coldly: "It’s not his background, it’s my fellow junior disciple!"

The Han Family member pondered: "I do recall you mentioning your junior disciple. You said he was very formidable, your only rival in the world. But didn’t he die?"

Dark Soul’s gaze turned fierce: "I also thought he died, but I saw him tonight, together with Xiao Liulang!"

"So it was him who injured you so severely?" The Han Family member could hardly believe it, feeling a pang of disappointment in her heart.

She had always believed Dark Soul to be the top warrior across six countries.

Dark Soul glared at her and snorted coldly: "I was careless this time. Next time, I will personally kill him!"

Junior disciple, do you know the mission you carried to Zhan Country back then?

The mission was uncompleted, and you even forgot who you are!

If so, don’t blame me for cleaning up the master’s house!

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