Gu Jiao rested her elbow on the table, propping her cheeks with both hands as she looked at Princess Xinyang, "Princess, you recognized him long ago, didn’t you? And you inquired about his news, knowing the relationship between him and me — that’s why you didn’t throw me out that night, right?"
She just knew there was a reason why Princess Xinyang suddenly showed mercy, allowing her, a medical hall doctor she had met only once or twice, to take over her princess bed.
"Did the mooncake taste good? He personally went to buy the red dates," Gu Jiao asked. By now, if she couldn’t guess for whom the mooncakes were made, it would be inexcusable. No wonder he volunteered to deliver mooncakes to the palace, even bringing the date paste filling that his maternal grandmother disliked.
Princess Xinyang turned her face away, "It was disgusting." freeweɓnovel.cøm
Gu Jiao made a sound of acknowledgment, "So you ate it?"
Princess Xinyang choked, "... I didn’t eat it, Yujin did."
Gu Jiao, "So you accepted it?"
Princess Xinyang, "..."
From whom had this girl learned the skill of setting traps for others?
Gu Jiao, in fact, did not quite understand.
She had originally thought Xiao Liulang despised Princess Xinyang, hence he didn’t want to acknowledge her, but it seemed now that wasn’t the case.
As for Princess Xinyang’s attitude toward Xiao Liulang, Gu Jiao was even more puzzled.
She assumed Princess Xinyang was unaware that her own son was alive and had returned to the Capital City. It seems now that was not the case either.
This mother and son pair was truly strange.
Xiao Liulang’s main injury was to his right hand, with only minor scrapes elsewhere. The reason he remained unconscious was due to excessive blood loss and fatigue.
But Long Yi seemed to believe he was badly hurt, even his mood was low. He no longer pestered Gu Jiao to hold the pen.
Gu Jiao felt this was quite good — at least her little hands dodged a bullet.
However, seeing Long Yi so downcast, Gu Jiao decided to compensate him in other ways.
Yujin made some pastries for Gu Jiao, and she saved half for Long Yi.
Seeing that she only ate half, Yujin asked, "Didn’t they taste good?"
Gu Jiao replied, "No, I’m saving them for Long Yi."
"Long Yi... is unhappy?" Yujin glanced at Long Yi in the room. Long Yi was a Dragon Shadow Guard — could he be unhappy? Yujin questioned, "How could you tell?"
Gu Jiao responded, "I just feel it."
Yujin was perplexed, "Why can’t I feel it?" In fact, no one else could feel it either — Long Yi occasionally would disobey, but he didn’t have emotions they could detect.
Gu Jiao touched her nose, having assumed that everyone could sense Long Yi’s emotions. Was she the only one?
A strong, warm hand grasped her arm.
The moment that hot touch seeped through the thin fabric onto her skin, she stiffened, suddenly turning her head to see who it was!
Upon seeing who it was, she abruptly broke away from the grasp and retreated several steps!
"Chun Yin!"
She called for someone.
Yet Chun Yin had vanished without a trace.
The Prince of Ning advanced unruffled, glanced behind her, and said with a playful tone, "There’s a pond behind you; be careful not to fall."
The crown princess looked behind and swallowed, steadied herself, then turned around to glare at him coldly, "Did you do this?"
The Prince of Ning smiled, "What exactly am I being accused of doing?"
The crown princess angrily retorted, "Don’t play dumb!"
The Prince of Ning, with his arms crossed, replied helplessly, "Yes, it was me. I’m fine, but Xiao Liulang is the one who’s hurt. Are you disappointed?"
The crown princess averted her gaze, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."
The Prince of Ning smiled softly, raised his hand, and gently touched her temple, speaking with gentle tenderness, "Linlang, I’m not that easy to deal with. If you think you can use Xiao Hen and Princess Xinyang to eliminate me, then you are too naive. I’ll let it go this time and won’t hold it against you, but there must not be a next time, understand?"
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