The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1642 - 792 Father-Daughter Bonding (Extra - )_2

This has utterly doomed the second wife’s household.

The second lady needs to manage the entire house and run over from the West Residence every day. The reason she’s so skinny is because she’s tired out.

Jing Second Master is even more pathetic, he’s just his older brother’s little tail, going wherever his brother goes.

Before arriving, Duke An had already communicated with Gu Jiao about her needs, arranging a courtyard with three entrances, with enough rooms to spare.

The servants were also carefully selected, all tight-lipped.

The carriage stopped directly at Feng Courtyard, where Duke An had been waiting for quite some time.

After the individuals accompanying Master Nan got off the carriage, they saw Duke An sitting under a Begonia tree.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the gate. Although he couldn’t speak or move, his joy and welcome were evident in his eyes.

Master Lu walked forward with Master Nan and greeted Duke An: "Duke, we’ll be bothering you for a few days."

Duke An wrote on the armrest: "Not a bother, the family of my little child is my family."

Dogs, little child.

The two were dumbfounded.

Don’t you know that Liu Lang is a girl?

Have you gotten addicted to playing the role of having a son?

Regarding Duke An’s comings and goings, Gu Jiao didn’t hide from the family, except for the matter of Jing Yinyin, which she hadn’t even told Duke An.

Alright, as long as you’re willing to play father and son, let it be.

"Jiaojiao’s adoptive father is really impressive." Master Lu couldn’t help but sigh softly while looking at the characters on the armrest.

Because they were standing face to face, Duke An wrote the characters upside down for better recognition.

"No wonder he’s called the Jewel of Yan Country."

Master Lu’s voice was a bit louder, and Duke An heard it.

Duke An wrote: "What Jewel of Yan Country?"

Master Lu awkwardly said: "Ah... this..."

Master Nan smiled and explained: "It’s a Jianghu rumor, saying you’re talented, knowledgeable, and have an ethereal appearance, as if you descended from the nine heavens, thus people of Jianghu call you the Jewel of Dayan."

The legendary exploits of Duke An in his youth were no less than Xuanyuan Sheng’s. One was a literary figure and the other a martial hero, envied by all young men, and dream figures for all young women.

"No need to be so polite."

Duke An wrote.

He referred to the respectful titles.

They were all elders to Gu Jiao, so there was no need to differentiate statuses.

The first meeting was very pleasant. Although Duke An was a scholar at heart, he didn’t possess the snobbish air of other scholars; he was approachable, kind, and modest. Even the picky Gu Yan thought he was a good-natured elder.

Gu Jiao and Master Nan went off to allocate the rooms while Duke An quietly sat under the tree and had the servants turn his wheelchair, so he could always see Gu Jiao.

Seeing her made him very happy, as if he had recovered something precious, filling his heart completely.

Gu Yan suddenly popped his head out from behind the big tree.

"This is for you."

Gu Yan placed a small clay figurine on the left armrest.

Duke An wrote with his right hand: "What is this?"

Gu Yan moved to his front, squatted down, fiddled with the small clay figurine, and said: "A meeting gift, made by myself."

After learning from Master Lu for so long, Gu Xiaoshun had perfectly inherited his master’s skills, but Gu Yan only learned how to play with mud.

Gu Yan looked up at him and asked: "It’s my sister, do you like it?"

So it’s a person... Duke An was taken aback, almost thinking it was a monkey.

After tidying up the rooms, Gu Jiao had to return to the National Master Hall, first to check on Gu Changqing’s injuries and second to bring over Aunt and Uncle.

Duke An wanted to escort her to the door.

Gu Jiao pushed his wheelchair towards the main gate. Passing by a refined courtyard, Gu Jiao subconsciously asked: "Whose courtyard is that?"

Duke An wrote: "Yinyin’s, do you want to go in and have a look?"

"Yes." Gu Jiao nodded.

The servants placed a board over the threshold for easy entry and exit with the wheelchair.

Gu Jiao pushed Duke An inside.

Though it was Jing Yinyin’s courtyard, she hadn’t moved in before her untimely death.

There were two swings in the courtyard and some orchids planted, making it elegant and unique.

After showing Gu Jiao the front courtyard, Duke An led her to Yinyin’s boudoir.

This was the most exquisite and luxurious room Gu Jiao had ever seen, with each decorative pearl worth a fortune.

"What are these things?" Gu Jiao pointed at the unusual small weapons on the display cabinet and asked.

Duke An wrote: "All gifts from Yinyin’s grandfather."

Gu Jiao’s gaze fell on a scroll painting: "He even gifted paintings. Can I take a look?"

Duke An wrote without hesitation: "Of course, this painting was sent along with the knives and bows in the chest, likely packed by mistake."

He had wanted to send it back but never got the chance.

The chest was sent by Xuanyuan Li before his expedition, and when they met again, Xuanyuan Li was already a cold corpse.

Gu Jiao opened the painting and was momentarily stunned.

Huh?

Isn’t this the painting seen in the study room at the Purple Bamboo Forest?

It depicted a general in armor, holding Xuanyuan Li’s Red-Tasseled Spear, his face left blank.

"Is this Xuanyuan Li?" Gu Jiao asked.

"No." Duke An said, "Yinyin’s grandfather didn’t have this armor."

Xuanyuan Li’s most famous armor was his golden one, he also had several silver and black armors, but none were this particular set.

Gu Jiao tilted her head slightly.

Then who is this person?

Why does he hold Xuanyuan Li’s weapon?

And why do both the National Master and Xuanyuan Li have his portrait?

Could he be the third mudman in the peach garden oath with Xuanyuan Li and the National Master?

The very important, both friend and teacher, mentioned by the National Master?

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