The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1667 - 809 True and False Sovereigns (two updates)

After experiencing an endlessly long and restless night, the last person awake in Feng Courtyard finally fell into slumber.

The crescent moon crawled out from behind the clouds, resonating with the twinkling stars. The hot summer gradually drew to a close, and even the noisy cicadas had quieted down considerably.

Everyone slept deeply throughout the night.

The next day, a faint hint of dawn appeared in the east, and the slumbering Shengdu awakened in the early morning light.

The people of Feng Courtyard began their busy day.

The first to wake was Little Jingkong.

For a while now, he had been pressed into being a little companion by his bothersome brother-in-law, unable to openly move in and stay with Gu Jiao. As a result, he habitually expressed his strong discontent through a bout of morning grumpiness each day.

However, this morning, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar small bed.

Huh?

He got up, jumped off the bed, and pushed the door open to take a look.

Wow wow wow!

It was the courtyard of the Duke Residence!

He had slept at the Duke Residence last night!

He was together with Jiaojiao!

"Jiao——mmph——"

The little guy dashed off to find Gu Jiao, but before he could enter her room, a tall figure swooped him up.

Elsewhere, the monarch also gradually awakened. There was still some residue of the drug Soft Bone Powder in his system, leaving his entire body feeling weak and sore.

And perhaps it was his imagination, but aside from the soreness, he felt pain all over his body.

The monarch frowned, struggling to sit up. He held his head to steady the dizziness, suddenly sensing something was wrong. He touched his head, then touched it again—

His wig was gone!

Ever since Han Ye had shaved his head, the monarch couldn’t bear the humiliation and would always wear a wig when going out, only taking it off to sleep.

When he went to the Cold Palace to see the Han Family, he was suddenly knocked out by them. After he woke up in the cellar, his "hair" was still there.

Cellar—

Right, he had been locked in the cellar by the Han Family—

But how could there be such strong light in the cellar?

This was not the cellar!

What trick was the Han Family up to now!

Creaaak—

The door was pushed open, and Zhang Dequan entered with a pot of cooled tea.

The monarch raised his sore arm to draw back the curtains and saw Zhang Dequan setting the tea on the table.

Frowning, he demanded, "Why are you here? Have you betrayed me too!" Otherwise, why would he appear in a place connected to the Han Family?

Zhang Dequan was startled by the sudden roar of the monarch. If not for his years of experience as a eunuch, he might have dropped the teapot in fright.

Calming himself, he came to the bedside and bowed to the monarch, saying with a happy tone, "Your Majesty, you’re awake?"

"Where is that wicked woman from the Han Family!" the monarch asked coldly.

"Hm?" Zhang Dequan was taken aback, thinking the monarch was asking about the whereabouts and fate of the Han Family. He hurriedly replied, "The Han Family is in the Cold Palace."

"Isn’t this the Cold..." The monarch stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing what Zhang Dequan meant. Frowning, he asked, "Where are we?"

Zhang Dequan answered, "Your Majesty, we are at the Duke Residence."

Seeing the monarch’s utterly confused expression, Zhang Dequan relayed the events of how he escaped the Imperial Palace and sought Xiao Liulang’s help at the Duke Residence: "...It’s thanks to Your Highness Changsun and Master Xiao that Your Majesty was rescued from the Cold Palace."

The monarch was genuinely shocked.

He had not expected those responsible for saving him from peril to be the weakest imperial grandson and Xiao Liulang, whom he usually couldn’t stand.

It seemed the saying was true—never judge a book by its cover.

The monarch asked, "Where are they?"

Zhang Dequan replied, "They are also staying in this courtyard. They were up late last night and are likely still resting. Should I call them, Your Majesty?"

The monarch waved his hand: "No, let them sleep."

Zhang Dequan smiled: "As you wish."

"Help me up and assist me in getting dressed."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhang Dequan helped the monarch out of bed. The monarch clutched his aching bottom, frowning strangely.

Why was his bottom so sore? Was he kicked?

On second thought, it seemed impossible. He was the ruler, the reigning emperor—who would dare to kick him?

"Hiss——"

It really hurt.

The monarch had lost his "hair" during last night’s escape, but no one remembered whether it happened while crawling through a dog hole or while being carried back to National Master Hall by Gu Chengfeng.

He did have spares, but unfortunately, they were all in the palace, so Zhang Dequan could only fetch a straw hat for him.

Just as the monarch put on the straw hat, Duke Anguo arrived in a wheelchair.

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