Chapter 904 The Girl-Showing Maniac (Second Update)
Liao Chen looked at him with amusement: "What do you mean by saying that this humble monk abandoned you? You and I are not on the same path to begin with. Could it be that after spending so many days with this humble monk, Daoist Qingfeng has gradually developed feelings for me?"
Master Qingfeng glanced at him indifferently: "I'm afraid you'll run away, and if I want to kill you later, I won't know where to find you."
Liao Chen curved her rosy lips into a smile, her captivating peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, and gracefully descended from the tree, saying with a smile, "I'll be waiting for you in Shengdu. It's a deal."
...
In April, the Black Wind Cavalry and the Shadow Division surrounded the Great Yan Imperial Palace.
In the king's bedchamber, the imposter king, Gu Chengfeng, gloriously completed his mission, while the real king lay on the bright yellow dragon bed.
His stroke has improved a lot, and he is able to get out of bed.
He was delighted to hear that the Crown Princess had returned victorious from the battle with the Xuanyuan army and planned to personally go out of the palace to greet her.
Unexpectedly, the Crown Princess and Xuanyuan Qi arrived at his bedchamber early.
Although the battle reports from the front lines had mentioned that Xuanyuan Qi had returned alive, the king was still incredulous when he actually saw him.
Xuanyuan Qi did not perform the courtesies due to a subject to a ruler, nor did he exchange any pleasantries with him. He simply stood coldly beside Shangguan Yan.
"It's solved."
Xuanyuan Qi said to Shangguan Yan.
The king frowned slightly. What had he resolved? Could it be that he had—
"Someone come here!"
He shouted sternly.
Not a single expert came.
The king finally understood what Xuanyuan Qi had eliminated.
He frowned and looked at Shangguan Yan: "What are you going to do?"
Shangguan Yan clapped her hands, and a young eunuch stepped forward carrying a tray with a writing brush, an inkstone, and a blank imperial edict.
An ominous premonition welled up in the king's heart: "Shangguan Yan, are you going to usurp the throne?!"
All of Shangguan Yan's fatherly affection had been exhausted during these years at the imperial mausoleum. Looking at her father, whom she once revered, she felt no emotion whatsoever: "What are you saying, Father? I am the Crown Princess you rightfully appointed. After your passing, the throne will be mine. How could I possibly usurp it? It is because you are old and still recovering from your stroke that you feel powerless to govern the country. For the sake of the Great Yan dynasty, you have decided to issue an edict to make me the emperor, while you yourself will remain a leisurely retired emperor in this palace."
The king trembled with rage: "How dare you! I am your father! How dare you coerce me like this? Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"
Shangguan Yan's face darkened: "My mother is dead, the Xuanyuan clan has been wiped out, I was publicly whipped and stripped of my martial arts in the Golden Palace, and even my two sons have faced death several times! I have already suffered my divine retribution! What do I have to fear!"
This was the first time Shangguan Yan had ever lost her temper so much in front of the king.
More than a decade ago, the Xuanyuan clan was wiped out. She was still young and inexperienced at the time.
Now, the king truly realizes that his daughter has grown up.
She had become so unfamiliar, not at all like the person I remembered.
"I loved you so much... I truly loved you!" Of all the imperial heirs, he loved her the most!
Shangguan Yan's emotions gradually calmed down. She stopped arguing with him and said coldly, "The person you love most is yourself... Just be your retired emperor! The Great Yan's empire has nothing to do with you anymore!"
The king coldly replied, "What if I don't issue a decree?"
Shangguan Yan sneered: "If you pass away, it will be perfectly natural for me to inherit the throne!"
The king froze abruptly.
"You planned all of this from the very beginning, didn't you? You said you were willing to regain your status as the Crown Princess and lead the army in my stead, all for this day, wasn't it!"
"Yes," Shangguan Yan admitted without hesitation.
The king clenched his fists: "I never said I wouldn't give you the throne, why are you in such a hurry!"
Shangguan Yan said excitedly, "Am I supposed to keep everyone's life and death in your hands? Who was it that made me and then deposed me? As long as you are in power, the Xuanyuan family will never be exonerated, and my son will never be able to stand in public with his head held high! Qing'er is one, and so is Aheng!"
The king opened his mouth: "I..."
Shangguan Yan said sarcastically, "Trying to say you've repented? I don't believe it."
"Yan'er, come to your father."
"Father!" The three-year-old little princess skipped and hopped to him.
"Did you go climbing trees again? You've gotten so dirty!"
“There is a little bird that fell out of its nest, and I want to put it back up.”
"Yan'er is such a kind-hearted child."
"Yes! That's me!" The little delinquent nodded seriously.
"Father, you're injured. Does your finger hurt a lot? Let me blow on it for you, hoo~ hoo~ hoo~"
That little girl who wouldn't even hurt a bird, who would be anxious for a long time if his finger was even slightly injured, somehow developed a vicious heart that wanted to kill her father and her king.
The king stared blankly at Shangguan Yan as she turned and left, unable to believe that this was his daughter.
Shangguan Yan stopped at the threshold, turned her head slightly, looked at the gleaming floor beside her, and said calmly, "You're the one who lost me."
...
After returning to Shengdu, Gu Jiao concealed her merits and fame, entrusting the task of receiving the people's support to Liao Chen.
She herself returned to the Duke's mansion.
When Steward Zheng saw him, he was so excited that tears streamed down his face: "Young Master! Young Master! You're finally back!"
Gu Jiao dismounted and handed him the red-tasseled spear.
Manager Zheng was immediately pushed to the ground.
...Young master, the gun is a bit heavy.
"Where is my godfather?" Gu Jiao asked.
Steward Zheng beckoned to his servants, and two servants stepped forward and together carried the red-tasseled spear away. Only then did he quickly stand up and say to Gu Jiao, "The Duke has gone to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall!"
After successfully escorting his aunt and her entourage into the territory of Zhao, Duke Anguo returned home with Wang Xu.
He stayed in Shengdu, while Wang Xu went to the border.
"Hmm." Gu Jiao nodded. "Perfect timing, I'm going to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall too."
In the bamboo grove, Duke Anguo sat in a wheelchair, playing chess with the Grand Preceptor.
Yu He was helping sweep up the fallen petals in the yard when he saw Gu Jiao and his eyes lit up: "Liu Lang! You're back!"
"Yu He," Gu Jiao greeted him.
Yu He looked behind her: "Huh? Where's Senior Brother? Didn't he go to the border too? Didn't he come back with you?"
Gu Jiao had received a letter from Zhao Kingdom, which described the current situation of Bishui Hutong and Zhuque Street, as well as the experiences of Marquis Xuanping on the island.
She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't tell Yu He and Ye Qing about the poisoning. She only said, "Your senior brother is a guest on Dark Night Island."
Yeah, that's strange. Dark Night Island is supposed to be frozen until February at most, but it's already April. Why hasn't Ye Qing come back yet?
Could it be that he was too handsome and was left on the island to be a bandit's husband?
"The Dark Night Island of the Dark Night Sect? My senior brother went there!" Yu He was stunned.
Gu Jiao smiled, patted his shoulder, and went up into the corridor.
She lifted the curtain and went inside.
The two people inside had already heard her voice and were waiting for her to come over.
She set off in August, and now it's April. It's been more than half a year since I last saw her, and she has changed a lot.
He'd grown a bit taller, and his features had matured considerably. The constant battles, the sun and rain, the wind and sand had tanned his once fair skin into a light wheat color, making him even more dashing.
At the border, countless young women secretly harbored feelings for the young commander of the Black Wind Cavalry.
"Godfather, Imperial Preceptor!"
She greeted the two of them happily.
Duke Anguo stared at her, unable to look away.
Even though she returned safely, he felt heartbroken thinking about everything she had gone through at the border.
"Come here, let me take a look." Duke Anguo beckoned to Gu Jiao.
"Huh?" Gu Jiao was slightly taken aback.
Duke Anguo smiled and said, "I've recovered very well. I can speak and even raise my arm."
He spoke of it casually, but in order to give her a surprise, he had been working himself to the bone in rehabilitation for the past eight months.
The process was painful and torturous, but compared to her hardship, my own suffering was nothing.
Gu Jiao came to his side, squatted down, and looked up at him: "You look good." She then took his pulse and checked the strength of his muscles. "Wow, that's quite surprising."
It's much more powerful than I imagined.
Before long, he may be able to walk again.
"You worked very hard, I commend you."
She said very seriously that, in the eyes of Duke Anguo, it was just a child speaking like an adult in a serious manner.
Duke Anguo was overjoyed. He reached out and ruffled her hair, asking, "Are you hurt?"
"No!" Gu Jiao shook her head decisively.
Duke Anguo said helplessly, "You are just like your mother, always reporting good news and never bad news."
"Hmm?" Her mother?
Duke Anguo chuckled awkwardly: "Ah, I mean, your adoptive mother."
"Oh." I almost thought he knew she had been Jing Yinyin before.
The Imperial Advisor cleared his throat, emphasizing his presence.
Gu Jiao then looked closely at the Imperial Advisor: "Eh? Imperial Advisor, have you been overworking lately? You look..."
He looks much older.
The misunderstanding between Duke Anguo and the Grand Preceptor has been resolved. These days, when he has nothing to do, he often comes to the Grand Preceptor's Hall to sit. He has also noticed that the Grand Preceptor has aged quite quickly recently, and his originally gray hair has turned mostly white around his eyes.
Sigh, I already looked old, and now I look even older.
Gu Jiao sighed dramatically, "It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have handed all the responsibility over to you when I left."
The Imperial Advisor glanced at her: "Admitting your mistake so quickly is unlike you."
Gu Jiao: "I'm in a good mood!"
Grand Preceptor: "Get to the point."
Gu Jiao fiddled with her fingers, her eyes darting around: "Well, I heard that the Jin Kingdom sent a batch of high-quality weapons to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall as tribute."
"As expected, Father is the biological father, and I was just adopted..." The Grand Preceptor muttered to himself, then said calmly, "He hasn't arrived yet, he's on his way. When he arrives, I'll pick something to give you as your wedding gift."
Duke Anguo's face darkened instantly: "Why bring up something you shouldn't be talking about?"
Marquis Xuanping's actions were too outrageous. Just last month, an envoy from the Zhao Kingdom arrived to propose marriage to the young Marquis of Zhaodu, who was to marry the young master of the Duke of Anguo's mansion.
"Did Godfather agree?"
Gu Jiao blinked as she looked at him.
His face practically screamed: Yes, yes, yes!
Duke Anguo refused to answer this question.
He originally didn't want to agree, but the Marquis of Xuanping made his second outrageous move. He sent an envoy with a basket full of portraits, all of which depicted his beloved little daughter.
From birth to three months old, they suck their fingers, grab their toes, drool... they're incredibly cute.
The envoy smiled and said, "The Marquis asked me to pass on a message to you: if the two young masters get married, they can also give you a big, fat daughter."
He strongly suspected that the Marquis of Xuanping's sending of betrothal gifts was a pretense, and that his true intention was to flaunt his youngest daughter from afar.
hateful!
I'm drooling over that girl who made it onto the list of beauties from six countries!
So he decided to let Jiaojiao and Aheng get married as soon as possible, because he wanted to hold his adorable little granddaughter!
A three-month-old baby can't grasp their toes, but as for drawing pictures, everyone knows what that means.
—The little chick is really going all out to show off his baby.
PS is going back to Zhaoguo tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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