Chapter 931 Doting Husband (Second Update)
Duke Anguo looked at her and said, "Jiaojiao, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this sword?"
Duke Anguo doted on Gu Jiao, and he noticed every little expression on her face.
Gu Jiao didn't know how to explain for a moment.
Duke Anguo knew his precious daughter all too well; she was easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force. He said with a worried expression, "Jiaojiao, you must tell your father anything. Don't keep it from me, or I'll worry."
A godfather is also a father.
He had referred to himself in this way on his wedding day, so Gu Jiao didn't think much of it.
His tone was so soft that it was almost impossible to resist.
But where should we begin?
Just as Gu Jiao was considering her words, Xiao Heng and Xuan Yuanqi arrived.
The two sensed something was off as soon as they entered the house.
"Father, Jiaojiao," Xiao Heng greeted them, then asked, "Is something wrong? You both look strange."
Duke Anguo looked at Gu Jiao, seemingly waiting for her answer.
Gu Jiao sighed helplessly, "Alright, Steward Zheng, please take everyone away first."
"Alright!" Steward Zheng called the servants out of the room.
The group sat down around the octagonal table. To Gu Jiao's left was the Duke of Anguo, to her right was Xuan Yuanqi, and opposite her was Xiao Heng.
“Speak,” said Anguo Gongdao.
"I had a dream," Gu Jiao said, recounting her dream of dying by this sword.
"It's just a dream, Jiaojiao, don't take it seriously," Duke Anguo comforted her, though it was unclear whether he was comforting Gu Jiao or himself.
Xuanyuan Qi's expression turned serious, and he remained silent.
"What else did you dream about?" Xiao Heng asked.
Gu Jiao thought for a moment and then told the truth: "I dreamt that the Yan Kingdom was at war with the Liang and Jin Kingdoms, and that the Xuanyuan Army and many others died at the hands of Chu Feipeng and Gongsun Yu."
She died, Jingkong died, everyone died.
Xiao Heng finally understood why she personally led the Black Wind Cavalry into battle; she wanted to rewrite everyone's fate.
In fact, she did achieve that.
She killed Gongsun Yu with her own hands; she turned the wheel of fate.
It's his darling...
How fortunate he is to have married such a wonderful girl.
He felt both heartache and emotion, took her hand, and said softly, "Gongsun Yu is dead, and Chu Feipeng is a cripple. None of the things in the dream will ever happen again."
"Mm." Gu Jiao nodded.
Xuanyuan Qi suddenly spoke up: "That swordsman, is he dead?"
Duke Anguo looked at him and said, "It was just a dream, how could you actually believe it?"
In his view, those dreams about the battlefield could be interpreted as pre-battle tension.
Xiao Heng glanced at Xuan Yuanqi with some surprise. Judging from Xuan Yuanqi's tone, he seemed to believe that Gu Jiao's dream had special significance.
Does Xuanyuan Qi... know something?
Gu Jiao was focused on the sword and didn't have the extra mental energy to think about Xuan Yuanqi's reaction.
She shook her head blankly: "I don't know who that swordsman is, so I can't be sure if he's dead or not."
Many people died in this battle. Perhaps the swordsman is already dead, or perhaps he isn't.
Furthermore, the battle of Pucheng took place nine years earlier than in her dream, meaning she only met the swordsman nine years later, and at that time, that swordsman might still be a child.
Maybe nine years from now, he won't be a swordsman anymore.
They can't all be like Gongsun Yu's four subordinates, who became a local scourge early on.
"Better safe than sorry." Since Gu Jiao was involved, Xuan Yuanqi didn't want to be careless in the slightest. He then asked, "Was that swordsman from Jin or Liang?"
Gu Jiao shook her head: "I don't know either."
She knew nothing about the other person; she was stabbed in the heart from behind.
If it weren't for the extra perspective that came with the dream, she wouldn't even know what kind of mask the other person was wearing.
"Can you draw that mask?" Xiao Heng asked.
"I'll give it a try," Gu Jiao said.
Xiao Heng went to fetch paper and pen. Gu Jiao's brush painting skills weren't very good, so she used charcoal to sketch.
I was fairly satisfied with the drawing after I finished it.
"That's about right."
She placed the painting on the table.
The three of them stared at the fanged mask in the painting, unable to imagine its origin.
"And this sword," Xuanyuan Qi said. "I'll write to the Imperial Advisor later and ask him about its origins."
Duke Anguo nodded: "Alright."
Gu Jiao paused for a moment, then said, "Regarding this sword, I suddenly remembered someone. Perhaps we don't need to ask the Imperial Advisor; asking him is enough!"
...
After the newlyweds left, Duke Anguo, sitting in his wheelchair, turned to look at Xuanyuan Qi, who was deep in thought, and voiced his doubts: "You seem to really believe in your Jiaojiao's nightmares."
Xuanyuan Qi said, "She can see it in her dreams."
Duke Anguo was taken aback.
Xuanyuan Qi said, "She has always been rewriting everyone's fate. Now, it's someone else's turn to rewrite hers."
It would be best if that assassin were dead. If he's still alive, he'll personally find him and kill him!
...
In June, the weather in Beijing is hot and dry.
A master and servant walked listlessly down a busy street, with vendors pushing their carts passing by every now and then, almost bumping into them.
"Watch your step! How are you walking?"
The gray-clad guard sidestepped, using his body to shield his young master.
The vendor, who had been scolded by him, saw the sword at his waist and dared not speak out, rolled his eyes and left.
"My lord, how much longer are we going to waste in Zhao Kingdom? That monk refuses to confess, we can't beat him in a fight, and we can't reason with him. We can't just—"
As the gray-clad guard was speaking, he sensed silence behind him. He turned around in surprise, "Young Master? Where have you been!"
Young Master Mingyue was put in a sack.
Gu Jiao dragged her small burlap sack and huffed and puffed as she entered the alleyway beside her.
Here, the carriage of the Marquis of Xuanping's residence had been waiting for a long time.
Gu Jiao threw the person onto the carriage, clapped her hands, jumped up, and sat down next to Xiao Heng.
After the battle, Gu Jiao had hardly moved her muscles and bones, and she was itching to get back to work.
She glanced at the sack on the ground and said with utmost seriousness, "I don't think he'll confess willingly. We'll have to use torture to extract a confession."
"I confess!" said the person in the sack.
Gu Jiao: "???"
I haven't even said what I want to ask yet!
Gu Jiao's raised foot froze in mid-air, looking extremely aggrieved.
Xiao Heng smiled gently, took her soft hand in his, and gently stroked her fingertips with his thumb, whispering, "I'll make it up to you when we get back."
Gu Jiao said, "I want the kind that's savory and juicy."
Xiao Heng chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling like shattered starlight: "Alright."
The person inside the sack: Hello? Fine, interrogate me then, but don't try to force me to watch your lovey-dovey moments!
Gu Jiao released Young Master Mingyue from the sack.
Young Master Mingyue sat down on the stool next to Xiao Heng, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said, "Ask whatever you want. I'm in a good mood today and won't bother with you."
Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Heng: "He's being stubborn, can I beat him up?"
Young Master Mingyue's body trembled!
What a nice girl, why does she always want to beat people up!
"Wait, girl, what happened to your face?"
The carriage was dimly lit, but his eyesight was excellent, and he still managed to make out that breathtakingly beautiful face.
He could hardly look away.
Good heavens, is this girl under some kind of spell? How did she turn into such a beauty in just one month?
Xiao Heng: "Alright, now you can start beating them up."
Young Master Mingyue: "...!!"
"Fine, I won't watch it!"
He closed his eyes, his will to survive burning.
"No," Gu Jiao said.
"No, you..." He was only halfway through his sentence when he felt something flying towards him. He instinctively raised his hand to grab it, and it turned out to be a sword.
The familiar touch made his heart skip a beat. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at the long sword in his hand.
To help him see more clearly, Gu Jiao lit the oil lamp on the small table.
Gu Jiao took in his reaction and had a general idea of what was going on, but she still asked to confirm, "Is this the sword you're looking for?"
"Yes, it is it." Young Master Mingyue did not hide or deny it. He touched the hilt of the sword in his hand in disbelief. Because he was too nervous and excited, his arm and fingertips were trembling slightly.
"It really is in your hands..."
Gu Jiao didn't explain that she had only obtained it today: "What's the history of this sword? Don't lie, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off the carriage alive."
A cold glint flashed in Young Master Mingyue's eyes, and his murderous aura burst forth instantly. However, it was only for a moment before he groaned and clutched his chest.
The murderous aura dissipated.
"Are you injured?" Gu Jiao asked.
"No, it's not an injury." As for what it was, he didn't want to say more, and turned to the two of them and said, "I'll tell you where it came from, can you give it back to me? Not for free, name your price."
He was referring to "repayment".
Xiao Heng said calmly, "You speak first. If we are satisfied with your statement, we will consider whether to agree to your conditions."
Gu Jiao nodded: "That's right, that's exactly it!"
A hint of conflict appeared in Young Master Mingyue's eyes. Logically, he shouldn't reveal his identity, but in order to retrieve the sword, he had no choice but to betray his promise.
He resignedly said, "It is my master's sword."
Xiao Heng asked, "Who is your master?"
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(End of this chapter)
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