The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830: 384 Spousal Abuse Scum (two updates)

"So it turns out that the Imperial Edict also involves the Consort Jing," Gu Jiao suddenly realized, "No wonder she stole and hid the Imperial Edict."

Xiao Liulang hmm’ed in agreement, "One to save her own life, the other to hold on to her last trump card."

Gu Jiao propped her cheeks with her hands, pondering, "Uncle’s wife will never be threatened by anyone, even if she really brought out the Imperial Edict and said, ’If you don’t agree to my terms, I will make this Imperial Edict public and perish together with you,’ Uncle’s wife would not comply. So..."

Xiao Liulang nodded, "So her most dangerous move would be to truly perish together with Uncle’s wife."

Gu Jiao slapped her hand on the table, "That wicked woman!"

Watching her flustered little appearance, although it might not have been appropriate, a hint of a smile still flickered across the bottom of Xiao Liulang’s eyes.

Of course, thinking of Uncle’s wife’s predicament, his smile quickly faded away.

Having seen the Imperial Edict when he was a child, and considering it was not something he paid much attention to at the time, that memory had long been submerged in the river of his memories.

If it weren’t for Gu Chengfeng bringing it up this time, he might never have revisited that part of his memories in his entire life.

"We need to steal the Imperial Edict back." They couldn’t let Consort Jing hold such a time bomb in her hands. Gu Jiao didn’t care whether Consort Jing lived or died, but Uncle’s wife couldn’t be dragged down to hell with her.

Xiao Liulang said, "Before that, don’t push her too hard to avoid her taking rash actions and destroying both Uncle’s wife and herself in a moment of impulse."

"Mm." Gu Jiao finally understood what her husband meant by not taking any rash actions in the note. Given Consort Jing’s current state, it was indeed not suitable to provoke her further.

This woman had already gone mad—who knew what she would do in a fit of rage.

"Sigh." Gu Jiao sighed.

She crossed her hands on the table, her little head drooping down and resting on the back of her hands.

Xiao Liulang couldn’t resist, and lifted his hand to touch her fuzzy little head, "It won’t be too long."

"Mm!" Gu Jiao nodded.

She trusted him.

Trusted him to the extent that she didn’t need to ask what his plan was.