The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1616

Chapter 1616: 778 Reunion

The Empress Dowager hesitated while picking up the silver notes.

The rain was heavy, and the wind was strong. If the Empress Dowager lifted her head, she wouldn’t be able to open her eyes.

She squatted stiffly on the rain-drenched ground, resembling an old countryside lady trying to pick vegetables from the field embankments.

She hesitated for a moment and then continued picking up the silver notes.

She must have missed Jiaojiao too much and misheard.

How could Jiaojiao appear in such heavy rain?

"Aunt?"

The familiar voice came again, this time right above her head.

A boy wearing a raincoat and a straw hat kneeled on one knee beside her.

The Empress Dowager still couldn’t lift her eyes, but she caught sight of the familiar, unattractive Red-Tasseled Spear, the little braid, and the big safflower.

However, the Empress Dowager’s gaze did not continue upward.

She lowered her head, trying to smooth the hair clinging messily to her cheeks in the rain, attempting to make herself look less disheveled.

She also shifted her numbed toes, seemingly trying to adopt a less awkward squatting posture.

"Aunt, is it really you? Why are you here?" Gu Jiao tilted her head and asked.

This time, the "aunt" was no longer in a questioning tone. She was genuinely confirming that she had met the person she least expected to see in Dayan Country, and the one she had been constantly missing.

The old lady suddenly felt aggrieved. She hadn’t felt a bit of grievance when she was robbed in the street, stifled in a carriage, battered by wind and rain, and falling repeatedly.

But with Gu Jiao’s one word "aunt," all her strength melted away.

Her eyes reddened.

Like a child who had been bullied and was finally found by a parent.

Her small mouth trembled, her nose turned sour, and with a sobbing voice, she said, "Why did you come so late? I’ve been waiting for you all day—"

Gu Jiao suddenly felt flustered and said in a daze, "I, I... I just walked a bit slow on the way. I’ll be careful next time. I won’t take a carriage; I’ll ride the Black Wind King."

The old lady didn’t understand what the Black Wind King was. Holding the silver notes, she squatted on the ground, feeling aggrieved, and sobbed.