The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1666

Chapter 1666: 808 Long Yi’s Origins (Second Update)

Xiao Hen was momentarily stunned.

Seeing his young master in a daze, Long Yi was also stunned, even synchronizing the extent to which he opened his mouth.

Xiao Hen blinked in confusion and raised his hand.

He closed the door, and then he opened it again.

Long Yi was still there; it wasn’t a dream. Long Yi was really here.

"Long..."

Bam!

Before Xiao Hen could finish speaking, Long Yi pulled the door shut, then pushed it open again.

Xiao Hen couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. He was already twenty years old, no longer the little rascal who had always pestered Long Yi to play with him.

Yet everyone had changed, except Long Yi.

The tip of Xiao Hen’s nose suddenly felt a little sore. To him, Long Yi was not a guard, not a servant, but a family member, just like Princess Xinyang, who accompanied him through his innocent childhood and mischievous years.

He would never get angry at him, never be disappointed in him.

"Long Yi..."

His voice was almost choked with emotion.

But before he could shed a tear, Long Yi picked him up in a flash.

Xiao Hen felt a dizzying whirl, his tears were forced back as Long Yi, without a word (mainly because he couldn’t), carried him into an empty room.

"This is Gu Chengfeng’s room," said Xiao Hen with his head down.

Long Yi went to the next room.

"This room is for the Monarch," said Xiao Hen again.

Long Yi continued walking forward and came to the third empty room.

This was Gu Jiao’s room.

Xiao Hen promptly shut his mouth.

Come on, throw me on Jiaojiao’s bed!

Long Yi turned and left.

Xiao Hen: "..."

Long Yi found Xiao Hen’s room, after all, it was the only empty room left.

He swiftly stripped off Xiao Hen’s outer garments, leaving only his inner clothes, and mercilessly threw him onto the mosquito net.

Xiao Hen slightly raised himself: "Long Yi, I—"

Long Yi slapped his face, pressing him back onto the pillow.

It was the young master’s bedtime.

-

When Gu Jiao returned to Feng Courtyard, the oil lamp in Xiao Hen’s room had already been extinguished. Long Yi, holding his long sword, was sleeping against the pillar on the beam.

It was a habit developed over years of guarding Princess Xinyang and Xiao Hen. As long as they were in unfamiliar environments, he would keep watch while they rested.

This journey must have exhausted him, even his breathing was heavier than usual.

Xiao Hen quietly sat up, then quietly reached out a finger to lift the mosquito net.

Long Yi’s body moved slightly.

"I’m going to the restroom," said Xiao Hen.

Long Yi, who had been traveling continuously and hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep, had also fought a battle with Dark Soul, so he was already exhausted.

Without any dangerous aura approaching, he wouldn’t wake.

Xiao Hen tiptoed out of the room. As soon as he reached the doorway, he saw Gu Jiao in the hallway opposite.

He walked over quickly.

Gu Jiao looked at him in surprise: "I thought you were asleep."

In a low voice, Xiao Hen said, "No, I was waiting for you. Let’s talk inside. Don’t wake Long Yi."

Gu Jiao murmured, "Long Yi’s asleep?"

Xiao Hen nodded, "Yes, he’s exhausted. I’ve never seen him this tired."

Gu Jiao glanced at the tightly closed door opposite, then entered the room with Xiao Hen.

"Has Gu Chengfeng and the Monarch arrived?" Gu Jiao asked as she took out a fire striker and lit an oil lamp.

"They’ve arrived and are already asleep," Xiao Hen said, as he walked to the table and poured a cup of cold tea for Gu Jiao. "Have a drink first."

Gu Jiao was indeed very thirsty. She took the cup and gulped down three large cups of water.

Xiao Hen looked at her with distress: "Are you hurt?"

"They all arrived just in time, so I wasn’t hurt." Her foot was already fine.

"What about Gu Changqing?" Xiao Hen asked.

Gu Jiao explained the embarrassing incident caused by the National Master’s secret death warrior to Xiao Hen, who was at a loss for words after hearing it.

How could such a thing happen?

He was really looking forward to the day Gu Changqing discovered the truth.

Would he kill his silly self, or the duplicitous National Master?

Gu Jiao mused, "I have a question. Our actions were very discreet. How did the National Master know we were going to the Imperial Palace to steal the Monarch? Does this mean he knows that the Monarch at court is a fake?"

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