The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752: 856 Clever Qing Ge (Part 1)

"The real Ghost King..." Gu Jiao looked at Shangguan Qing with a puzzled expression, both surprised and unsurprised.

She supposed that he was a fake Ghost King, but she never thought there was actually a real one in Ghost Mountain.

Wait, it’s the real Ghost King as he defines it, but it might not be objective truth.

Everything still needs verification.

Gu Jiao asked, "Who is the real Ghost King?"

Shangguan Qing raised his chin and said, "I don’t know. A gentleman’s friendship is as light as water. I’m not someone who probes into friends’ privacy!"

You can’t even go a minute without pretending, can you?

If the Ghost King is really your friend, why didn’t he come out to help just now?

Bet a pack of spicy strips, the Ghost King ignores you.

Gu Jiao crossed her arms, looking at him seriously.

Shangguan Qing met Gu Jiao’s gaze, feeling a strange sense of being seen through, as if even the size of his underwear had been exposed.

He shivered all over, coughed lightly, and said solemnly, "Okay okay, not everyone qualifies to be my friend, that old guy doesn’t."

Gu Jiao took a deep breath; Xiao Hen’s older brother, can’t hit him, can’t hit him...

Removing the excess from Shangguan Qing’s words, the refined information is: "I’ve only seen him once or twice, and I’m not cool enough for him to be friends with me!"

"Tell me what kind of person he is." Gu Jiao suddenly showed interest in the Ghost King.

"Person?" Shangguan Qing scoffed, finding a stone by the stream to sit on and pulled some foxtail grass.

The laughter and chatter from behind brought a momentary sense of tranquility and beauty amid the chaos.

Gu Jiao had been at the border pass for many days and hadn’t felt this way for a long time.

She sat down beside him.

The two maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too far, not crossing boundaries but not estranged either.

Shangguan Qing puckered his lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but only hummed in the end.

"Go on," Gu Jiao urged.

"That..." Shangguan Qing furrowed his brows, seemingly thinking of how to phrase it, "I think he’s not a person; he’s already dead, at least that’s the feeling he gives me. His presence is full of death, even his gaze doesn’t look like that of a living person."

Gu Jiao asked, "Does he move, talk, have a heartbeat and breath?"

"Yes, he does." Shangguan Qing replied concisely.

Then he’s not a dead person; he’s very much alive.

Gu Jiao said, "He sounds like a very strange fellow."

Shangguan Qing played with the foxtail grass, saying, "He’s weird, but he doesn’t kill unarmed people. Some civilians accidentally entered the Back Mountain, and he didn’t harm them. Instead, bandits who went to his territory nearly died at his hands. Thanks to me stepping in!"

Here’s ’young master’ again; your self-references are indeed varied.

Gu Jiao further queried, "So those bandits were subdued by you to become Ghost Army because of this?"

Shangguan Qing straightened his back, "Sort of. I saved them from that man, they’re grateful for my life-saving grace—"

Gu Jiao eyed him, "Plus intimidation and coercion, right? Like saying the Ghost King is your backer, and if they don’t obey, you’ll have the Ghost King kill them?"

Shangguan Qing looked at Gu Jiao with a monster-like expression, incredulous, "No way, how do you know everything?"

Because I’m an ordinary little detective genius!

Gu Jiao said, "So there’s a big Ghost King in the Back Mountain, and you’re the little Ghost King, both self-titled, right?"

Shangguan Qing didn’t deny it; he just laid down on the long stone, one arm behind his head, biting a foxtail grass while looking at the starry sky.

"He’s the old Ghost King, quite elderly."

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