The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1087

Chapter 1087: 526 Group’s Favorite Jiaojiao (Two Updates)

Today is little Jingkong’s fifth birthday, if indeed he was born on New Year’s Eve.

A child of five years to have such courage is already very brave.

"Fighting hurts," Gu Jiao said, "it causes bleeding and injuries."

Jingkong’s expression suddenly became tense, "Then... have you been hurt, Jiaojiao?"

Gu Jiao was at a loss for words.

I meant to scare you off, why are you so concerned about me?

A warm current flowed through the bottom of Gu Jiao’s heart.

It was a feeling she had not experienced in her previous life but had felt often since coming here.

Gu Jiao touched his little head, and with a smile, shook her head in the face of his bewildered and helpless gaze: "I wasn’t hurt."

"Whew~"

Jingkong let out a long sigh of relief, then patted his little chest, saying manfully, "I’m not afraid of pain, and I’m not afraid of getting hurt or bleeding!"

The only thing I fear is not having Jiaojiao.

He lowered his head, his little fingers intertwining.

Jingkong was raised in the temple from a young age, with the abbot and his monk brothers all treating him exceedingly well, yet there are things that the temple couldn’t compensate for.

The void in his life was filled little by little by Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao could never fully grasp how important she was to him.

Gu Jiao curved her lips into a smile, "Jingkong is truly brave."

Jingkong, buoyed by the praise, lifted his little chin and boasted, "Of course, I am the bravest little man in my family!"

Gu Yan snorted.

Such a little bragger.

Jingkong lingered around Gu Jiao for a while, got his little heart soothed, and went happily to the backyard to practice climbing trees.

Without this little loudmouth, the room turned quiet, and Gu Yan came to sit by the bed.

Then, the next second, he stuffed his favorite little finger, the one not even Gu Yan would dare to give, into Gu Jiao’s mouth.

The three little men didn’t monopolize Gu Jiao for too long, because the little monk, being particularly scheming while practicing in the backyard, howled, "Jiaojiao is awake!"

As a result, the Yao family matriarch along with the other elders and Yu Yaya, as well as the old sacrificer, left their tasks and came over.

After dressing neatly and freshening up, Gu Jiao went to the main room.

The Yao family matriarch and the old sacrificer sat by the table looking at her, while the nanny and Yu Yaya stood behind the Yao family matriarch, the nanny constantly wiping away tears, crying even more fiercely than the matriarch.

"Nanny, the young miss has returned," Yu Yaya whispered.

The nanny sobbed, "I know, I’m just so happy, aren’t I? I’ve been longing and hoping, and after so many days, I finally see her return, don’t I? At last, we can have a good year."

The nanny’s emotions had not been so agitated when Gu Jiao was resting, but upon seeing the Yao family matriarch’s eyes tear up as she held Gu Jiao’s hand, the nanny couldn’t hold it in any longer.

The matriarch managed to restrain herself, holding back the tears as she caressed her daughter’s cheek, saying, "You’ve lost weight."

Her face, reddened from the cold, lacked the fair and shining complexion she had in the Capital City, a testament to the hardships she had endured over the past three months.

The matriarch’s heart ached unbearably and she inquired about Gu Jiao’s time at the border, but Gu Jiao just said that all was well, the war was over, the city was retaken, Zhan Country’s border was secured, and the old Marquis and Princess Ning An were saved.