The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1665 - 807 His Guardianship (first update)

Gu Jiao’s eyes became exceptionally dangerous: "It better be a reasonable explanation."

Otherwise, I don’t care if you’re the godfather, I’ll treat you as if you are, and beat you up!

—— Absolutely unwilling to admit she just wants to beat him up!

Gu Changqing was in a state of absolute coma at this moment. The National Master came to the bedside, gave him a complex look, sighed deeply, and said: "This is his own decision."

"Make yourself clear," Gu Jiao said coldly.

The National Master said: "He received a Shadow Soul Sword while completely unprotected. His foundation was crippled, his Elixir Field damaged, countless meridians ruptured... As a healer, you should understand that at this point, he is basically a cripple."

Regarding this point, Gu Jiao did not argue.

She had understood how terrible his situation was early on when she performed surgery on Gu Changqing.

Otherwise, when the National Master asked her what she would do if Gu Changqing became a cripple, her answer would not have been "I will take care of him", but "I will heal him."

From a medical perspective, Gu Changqing had no chance of being cured.

Gu Jiao asked: "So you turned him into a dead warrior?"

The National Master sighed helplessly: "I’ve said before, this was his own choice. I just provided a solution, whether to accept it was up to him."

Gu Jiao recalled the conversation that had happened in this same room.

She asked: "At that time, he had already woken up, hadn’t he? You deliberately asked me in front of him, ’What will you do if he becomes a cripple,’ and you wanted him to hear my answer, to move him, to further solidify his resolve not to burden me."

The National Master opened his mouth, but did not refute.

Gu Jiao’s cold gaze fell on the National Master’s weathered face: "With this, you still have the nerve to say it was his own choice?"

The National Master blocked his fist at his lips: "Cough. Okay, I admit, I used a little dishonorable means, but——"

Gu Jiao said: "You better not say you did it for my good, or I’ll kill you right now."

The National Master looked at her with a complex and shocked expression, as if saying—— Are you so bold? You dare to kill the National Master?

"Forget it, I spoiled you myself."

The National Master muttered.

"What are you muttering about?" Gu Jiao didn’t hear clearly.

The National Master spoke sincerely: "I said, this was the only way to return him to normal, although not guaranteed to succeed, it was still better than letting him become a cripple. To him, becoming a cripple was more terrifying than death."

Gu Jiao thought of that dream in Zhan Country, the battle at the frontier, the remnants of the previous dynasty colluding with the Chen Army, turning Gu Changqing into a disabled and crippled man, ruining his life.

The National Master continued: "I thus told him, if he didn’t want to become a cripple, there was only one way, using medicine to become a dead warrior. Dead warriors are meant to rise from destruction, there have been similar precedents in the National Master Hall, with the condition of taking a certain deadly poison."

Gu Jiao paused: "The same poison as Han Wuye’s?"

The National Master nodded: "That’s right, that poison has a survival rate of one in ten thousand, if he survives, he qualifies to be a dead warrior."

Even Tiantian and Dark Soul became dead warriors because of this poison——

The survival rate after taking this poison is very low, and among the survivors apart from Han Wuye, all have become dead warriors. Whether taking the poison necessarily leads to becoming a dead warrior, the answer is still unknown.

However, although Han Wuye didn’t become a dead warrior, he developed early aging syndrome, it seems the aftereffects of this poison are quite severe.

The National Master said: "That poison is strange, most people can’t survive it, but once they do, they become extraordinarily strong, I call it ’selection’."

Gu Jiao frowned slightly: "Selection?"

The National Master looked deeply at Gu Jiao and said: "A type of genetic survival of the fittest."

Gu Jiao, lost in thought with eyes lowered, did not notice the National Master’s gaze.

When she looked up at the National Master, his eyes had returned to an emotionless state.

"Where does this poison come from?" she asked.

The National Master said: "It’s extracted from the root stems of a plant called purple grass, but it’s very hard to find that plant now."

What a pity, if there were any, it might be useful for research.

Gu Jiao asked again: "Then, where did the poison you gave Gu Changqing come from?"

The National Master replied helplessly: "I had only one last bottle left, which I used up on him." freewёbnoνel-com

Gu Jiao voiced another doubt in her heart: "But why didn’t I feel the aura of a dead warrior in him?"

The National Master said: "Because he... didn’t become a dead warrior."

Gu Jiao asked puzzledly: "What do you mean?"

The National Master smiled politely: "After giving him the medicine, I found out it had expired."

Gu Jiao: "..."

"So now he..."

The National Master continued smiling awkwardly yet politely: "I thought I was a dead warrior."

Gu Jiao again: "..."

Honestly, the National Master didn’t expect this situation either. He discovered the medicine was expired the next day and hurried over to check on Gu Changqing’s condition.

Who knew Gu Changqing, leaning on a cane, would be standing energetically by the bedside, excitedly saying to him: "National Master, the medicine you gave really works. I can stand up now!"

The National Master’s expression at that moment was unprecedentedly confused.

Gu Changqing asked in confusion: "But why... didn’t I feel the kind of pain you described?"

The National Master had told Gu Changqing that enduring the poison process was like experiencing death.

Then, the National Master decisively stopped giving him the painkillers.

After enduring three days of feeling worse than death, Gu Changqing became even more convinced he had survived the severe poison through his willpower.

This wasn’t a medical miracle but an unyielding determination to protect his sister at all costs.

The National Master lamented innocently: "I saw he was in such good spirits, so I didn’t have the heart to reveal the truth."

He was afraid that if he did, Gu Changqing’s faith would collapse, and he wouldn’t recover.

Gu Jiao looked at the dense volumes of dead warrior manuals in her hands, baffled: "Then... what’s with all these books?"

The National Master replied truthfully: "I made them up."

But it did take him quite a bit of effort; just finding the yellowed blank books and coming up with names nearly drove him crazy.

Gu Jiao then picked up a book titled "Ten Days to Teach You to Be a Qualified Dead Warrior," twitching at the mouth: "No wonder these books seem so unserious."

The National Master: "..."

-

Given Gu Changqing’s current condition, it was naturally more appropriate for him to remain in the National Master Hall. As for when exactly to tell him the truth, that would depend on his recovery. He couldn’t be told halfway before he fully healed.

It was already late at night when Gu Jiao and Black Wind King returned to the Duke Residence.

The Duke Residence was very quiet.

Xiao Hen didn’t tell the family that Gu Jiao had gone to the palace to steal the king, only that she had some business at the National Master Hall and might return the next day.

Everyone had gone to bed.

Xiao Hen waited for Gu Jiao alone in the room.

He didn’t know how things were going on Gu Jiao’s side, but according to the plan, the king was to be taken back to the Duke Residence.

Grrrinch—

The courtyard gate of Feng Courtyard was pushed open.

Xiao Hen quickly walked out of the room: "Jiao..."

But it wasn’t Gu Jiao who came in, it was Steward Zheng.

Holding a lantern, Steward Zheng looked at the hurriedly coming out Xiao Hen under the corridor, and asked in surprise: "Your Highness Changsun, why haven’t you rested so late?"

Suppressing his disappointment, Xiao Hen asked calmly: "Why are you here so late?"

Steward Zheng pointed to the courtyard gate behind him and explained: "Ah, I saw the gate wasn’t closed and thought some lazy servant might have left it open, so I came in to check."

Xiao Hen responded: "I asked them to leave the gate open."

Steward Zheng thought for a moment and asked: "Didn’t Xiao Daren and Young Master Gu say they would return tomorrow?"

They were the only two who had gone out.

Xiao Hen remained calm: "They might return earlier. It’s late, Steward Zheng. You should go to rest. There’s nothing here."

Steward Zheng smiled: "Ah, yes. I’ll take my leave."

Steward Zheng had only walked a few steps when he turned back and asked Xiao Hen: "Your Highness Changsun, are you perhaps uncomfortable here? The Duke said you could stay in his courtyard; it’s spacious there, unlike the crowded Feng Courtyard..."

Xiao Hen said seriously: "No, I’m quite comfortable in Feng Courtyard."

Steward Zheng smiled awkwardly, thinking, "You, a distinguished prince, living with several people from Zhan Country, what’s that about?"

"Alright, if you need anything, just let me know."

This time, Steward Zheng left for real and didn’t come back.

Time ticked away, and Xiao Hen initially managed to sit still, but he soon began to pace, sometimes looking out the window, sometimes walking around the room.

Finally, just as he was about to head to the palace for news, he heard a sound outside the courtyard again.

Xiao Hen didn’t wait for anyone to push the gate open; he strode out and swung the gate wide open.

And then, he saw Long Yi standing at the entrance.

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