The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 450 - : 228 Acting Cute (One More Update)

Chapter 450: 228 Acting Cute (One More Update)

Just as the old Marquis was painstakingly copying military books, he saw Marquis Xuanping rise with a sweep of his wide sleeves and saunter out with a carefree air.

The old Marquis: “…”

Marquis Xuanping effortlessly left the palace and, calling for Chang Jing, got into the carriage headed for the Guozijian.

Due to the upcoming Palace Examination, the schedule at the Guozijian had recently become more demanding, with Xiao Liulang often finishing school well after sundown.

It was the perfect time, neither too early nor too late.

Marquis Xuanping waited outside the Guozijian for an entire two hours until Xiao Liulang arrived.

The uniform worn by the students of Guozijian was a white robe with a blue edge, with wide cuffs, hem and waistline starring indigo silk trim and belted at the waist, emphasizing discipline and propriety, all very refined and chic.

Almost anyone could look good in such a uniform, but among the many students in their flowing white uniforms, there was a particularly conspicuous figure leaning on a cane.

He was tall and slim, with a face as smooth as jade. The radiance of the setting sun painted a clean, innocent glow on the youth’s face. However, his measured steps, reliant on his cane, somewhat shattered this beautiful image.

Marquis Xuanping’s gaze fell on his limp leg, causing him to crease his handsome, thick eyebrows momentarily.

However, in the next moment, he alighted from the carriage as though nothing was amiss.

His carriage hadn’t loudly pulled up before the Guozijian’s gates, but had instead discreetly stopped under a nearby large tree.

As Xiao Liulang walked, a tall figure suddenly emerged from behind the tree, blocking his path.

He halted and looked faintly at the man before him.

The young man had now grown tall enough to meet an adult’s eye, no longer needing to look up, but instead meeting their gaze on level ground. Yet Xiao Liulang’s slim figure contrasted sharply with the broad shoulders and narrow waist of Marquis Xuanping, a man of sturdy physique from years of martial practice.

Xiao Liulang’s gaze held no warmth or surprise or any other feeling, just uninterested indifference as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger.

This look pierced Marquis Xuanping’s eyes, yet he still put on a smile and said, “Son, it has been quite some time!”

Xiao Liulang diverted his gaze: “As I have said before, I am not your son.”

Marquis Xuanping: “How is it that my illegitimate child is not my son?”

Even if you are not Ahen, at least you are still Liulang, borne of Chen Yunniang and I.

That makes you my son!

This flawed logic glimmered in his eyes.

Xiao Liulang had no patience for him: “I have to go home now.”

Marquis Xuanping continued to block his way: “Help me out, will you?”

Xiao Liulang said nothing.

Marquis Xuanping, sounding aggrieved, said: “I’ve really had terrible luck today. A maid tricked me, she hid away, and I did too, but only I ended up getting punished.”

Xiao Liulang didn’t understand the rambling statement, nor did he want to.

Marquis Xuanping sighed: “His Majesty punished me by making me copy writings on military tactics. You know me, I’d rather take a beating or a whipping than write or read, it’s like asking for my life.”

The image of Gu Jiao frantically practicing writing crossed Xiao Liulang’s mind.

Unaware that his son’s mind had wandered, Marquis Xuanping continued his grumbling: “In the past, you would always help me with the copying. Will you do the same this time? Old Monkey has no one to help him copy because his son is not up to scratch, but my son is both up to scratch and capable!”

Marquis Xuanping normally used his words to choke people and didn’t say nice things. And now, he was doing it just to coax his son.

All the restraint Marquis Xuanping had in his life seemed to be pulled into play now for this young man.

However, the young man remained indifferent.

Xiao Liulang raised his eyes to look at him with a gaze so cold it seemed to freeze: “How many times must I say it? I am not your son. Your son died four years ago in that massive fire. He did not dare to scream and waited desperately for someone to save him, but in the end, he could only watch as he was consumed by the flames. He died, Xiao Ji, your son’s dead!”

Xiao Ji, your son is dead!

His words plunged like a sharp knife into Marquis Xuanping’s heart.

Xiao Liulang walked away resolutely.

Marquis Xuanping’s body quivered ever so slightly and he covered his heart with his hand.

Damn it!

That hurt…

Xiao Liulang, with his icy demeanor, returned to Bishui Alley. Before entering the house, he suppressed the hostility at the bottom of his heart and headed into the courtyard.

At this time, everyone at home had gone to rest. Unsurprisingly, a lamp was still lit in the living room.

He walked into the room quietly, to find Gu Jiao asleep, her head resting on the table.

The lamplight softened her face and accentuated her eyebrows, creating a tranquil scene different from her usual cold demeanor. But there was a faint furrow in her brow, as though she was somewhat uncomfortable even in sleep.

Xiao Liulang hesitated for a moment, then reached out and lightly touched her forehead.

There was no fever.

He withdrew his hand.

Despite his careful movements, Gu Jiao woke up. She looked at him in a daze: “You’re back?”

Noticing the fatigue on her face, Xiao Liulang hesitated, then asked: “Are you…unwell?”

Gu Jiao yawned lethargically: “I’m fine.”

Seeing the tiredness on her face, Xiao Liulang’s heart tightened slightly: “I’ve already eaten. You should sleep, you don’t have to wait for me anymore.”

“It’s nothing.” She smiled weakly, “I’ve boiled the water.”

“I’ll fetch it myself, go on, get some sleep.” Xiao Liulang urged her again in a tone that brooked no argument.

Gu Jiao: “…Okay.”

She stood up listlessly, went inside her room listlessly, and laid on the bed in a lacking spirit.

She was not the type who would moan without being truly sick, she would act normally even when she was ill, unless she felt extremely awful.

Xiao Liulang glanced at her deeply through the door’s crack, didn’t say anything, and turned towards the kitchen.

Instead of fetching water to wash up, he took out some ginger and a chunk of brown sugar.

In the past, when life was tough in the countryside, they didn’t even have a piece of brown sugar at home, they had to borrow it from the village…Now their life is much better, but she seems not to care as much about herself as she does about others.

Xiao Liulang cooked a bowl of thick brown sugar ginger tea and brought it to Gu Jiao’s room.

He was not good at cooking, so the tea smelled slightly burned.

He gently pushed the door open and whispered to her as he entered, “Wake up and drink something.”

Gu Jiao let out a noise, forced her eyes open.

She smelled the distinct aroma of brown sugar and ginger with a slight hint of something burnt.

She was puzzled for three seconds.

“Can you sit up by yourself?” Xiao Liulang asked.

“I can’t.” The originally planned to sit up again laid back down.

Xiao Liulang: “…”

Xiao Liulang placed the brown sugar ginger tea on the stool next to the bed, extended his hand as white as jade, and gently helped her get up from the blankets.

Her body was tender and carried an alluring fragrance which was somewhat mesmerizing.

After Gu Jiao sat up in bed, she was halfway awake from her drowsiness. When she saw him hold up the brown sugar ginger tea again, her eyes sparkled.

He made brown sugar water for her.

He is so nice.

How did he find out?

Gu Jiao’s periods are nocturnal, she rarely cramps up. She previously only had it when she first started menstruating in the countryside, and never again afterwards.

Technically, today wasn’t too painful either. Just a feeling of fatigue and general malaise added to a slightly uncomfortable stomach.

Oddly enough, she was a special agent who could withstand level-10 pain and take bullets without anesthetics, and yet, she didn’t tolerate period pain well.

Xiao Liulang handed her the brown sugar ginger tea: “Can you drink it yourself?”

Gu Jiao was about to reach out, but then retracted her hand and said seriously, “I feel very weak.”

Xiao Liulang: “…”

Resigning with a sigh, Xiao Liulang sat down on the side of the bed and began to feed her spoon by spoon.

Gu Jiao opened her mouth slightly, gently brushed the spoon with her lips, and started sucking on it.

The bowl of brown sugar water was soon empty.

“Is there more?” she asked, smacking her lips expectantly.

Xiao Liulang, seeing her rounded stomach barely hidden by her sleeping clothes, said, “You can’t have any more.”

Gu Jiao’s gaze fell on the jade hand that held the spoon to feed her: “Oh.”

Xiao Liulang brought some clear water for her to drink: “Go back to sleep.”

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Gu Jiao obediently laid down, turned on her side, and looked at him, her appearance somewhat adorable.

Xiao Liulang meeting her gaze, “What is it? Are you still feeling unwell somewhere?”

Gu Jiao, the Strong, said, feeling unwell? You’re someone who can endure bullet wounds! Can’t you stand a bit of discomfort?

Gu Jiao, the Affectation, said, but my stomach indeed feels a bit uncomfortable.

In the end, Gu Jiao, the Affectation, caught and beat up Gu Jiao, the Strong, compressed her into a size of five centimeters, and kicked her out!

Gu Jiao blinked at him: “My stomach feels somewhat unwell.”

“Ah…” Xiao Liulang was dumbfounded.

“You sleep for a while, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

It would have been better not to ask.

“Do you want me to massage it for you?”

That’s too personal.

Xiao Liulang wrestled within himself, facing Gu Jiao who was looking at him with a pair of innocent eyes, unblinkingly. As if he was a heartbreaker, scoundrel, and super jerk if he said no.

Xiao Liulang didn’t understand how he read all these things from her innocent look.

In the end, he sat down with a thick face: “…I will massage it for you.”

“Hmm!” Gu Jiao nodded her head approvingly!

Xiao Liulang extended his long and well-defined fingers, reaching under her blanket. The blanket was warm and he could feel her body heat through her sleeping clothes.

After hesitating, Xiao Liulang laid the palm of his hand on her soft, yet cold stomach.

It was the first time he touched such a soft part of her body while he was sober. His palm felt like it was burning with heat.