The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1875

Chapter 1875: Chapter 931: The Wife-Doting Maniac (Second Update)

The Duke of Anguo looked at her and said, "Jiaojiao, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with this sword?"

The Duke of Anguo loved Gu Jiao dearly. Every small expression of hers fell into his eyes.

Gu Jiao didn’t know how to explain for a moment.

The Duke of Anguo knew his precious daughter too well. She responded to gentleness, not force. With a worried face, he said, "Jiaojiao, if there’s anything on your mind, you must tell your father. Don’t hide it; otherwise, I’ll be worried."

A foster father is also a father.

He had called himself that on the day of his grand wedding, and Gu Jiao hadn’t thought much about it.

His tone was so gentle that it was nearly irresistible.

But how to start speaking about it?

Just as Gu Jiao was pondering her words, Xiao Hen and Xuanyuan Qi came over.

The two of them immediately noticed that something was off as soon as they entered the room.

"Father, Jiaojiao," Xiao Hen greeted them and asked, "Did something happen? Your expressions are strange."

The Duke of Anguo looked at Gu Jiao as if waiting for her answer.

Gu Jiao sighed helplessly, "Alright, Steward Zheng, could you please take them away first?"

"Sure!" Steward Zheng called the servants out of the room.

They sat around the Eight Immortals table, with the Duke of Anguo on Gu Jiao’s left, Xuanyuan Qi on her right, and Xiao Hen opposite her.

"Speak," said the Duke of Anguo.

"I had a dream," Gu Jiao said about the dream where she died under that sword.

"It’s just a dream, Jiaojiao; you don’t need to take it seriously," the Duke of Anguo comforted her, although it was unclear if he was comforting her or himself.

But Xuanyuan Qi’s face turned solemn, and he remained silent.

"What else did you dream about?" Xiao Hen asked.

Gu Jiao thought for a moment and decided to speak truthfully: "I dreamed that Yan Country fought with Liang Country and Jin Country, and the Xuanyuan Jun and many others died at the hands of Chu Feipeng and Gongsun Yu."

She died, Jingkong died, everyone died.

Xiao Hen finally understood why she personally led the Black Wind Cavalry into battle. She wanted to change everyone’s fate.

In fact, she did it.

She personally killed Gongsun Yu; she turned the wheel of destiny.

It was his Jiaojiao...

Such a wonderful Jiaojiao, how lucky he was to marry her.

His heart ached, yet he was moved. Holding her hand, he softly said, "Gongsun Yu is dead, and Chu Feipeng has become a cripple. Everything in the dream will not happen again."

"Hmm." Gu Jiao nodded.

Xuanyuan Qi suddenly asked, "That swordsman, is he dead?"

The Duke of Anguo looked at him and said, "This is just a dream; why do you really believe it?"

Regarding those dreams on the battlefield, he saw them as understandable portents of pre-battle tension.

Xiao Hen also looked at Xuanyuan Qi somewhat unexpectedly, hearing the tone in Xuanyuan Qi’s voice, as if he believed there was a special significance to Gu Jiao’s dream.

Did Xuanyuan Qi... know something?

Gu Jiao was focused on that sword and didn’t spare the mental space to think about Xuanyuan Qi’s reaction.

She absentmindedly shook her head, "I don’t know who that swordsman is, so I can’t be sure if he’s dead or not."

Many people died in this battle. Perhaps that swordsman is already dead, or maybe not.

Moreover, the battle in Pu City happened nine years earlier than in the dream, meaning she would meet that swordsman only nine years later; at this moment, that swordsman might still be a child.

Maybe nine years from now, he won’t become a swordsman at all.

Not everyone could be like Gongsun Yu’s four henchmen, who were already a malignant force unto themselves early on.

"Better safe than sorry," concerning Gu Jiao, Xuanyuan Qi didn’t want to take the slightest risk. He asked again, "Was that swordsman from Jin Country or Liang Country?"

Gu Jiao shook her head, "I don’t know."

She knew nothing about the other person; the sword struck her from behind.

If not for getting an extra perspective in the dream, she wouldn’t even know what kind of mask the person wore.

"Can you sketch out that mask?" Xiao Hen asked.

"I’ll try," said Gu Jiao.

Xiao Hen went to get paper and pen; Gu Jiao’s brush painting wasn’t very good, so she sketched with charcoal.

After finishing, she found herself reasonably satisfied.

"It’s more or less like this."

She placed the drawing on the table.

The three of them stared at the mask with fangs on the drawing, unable to fathom its origins.

"And this sword," Xuanyuan Qi said, "when we have a chance, write to the National Master and ask about the sword’s origin."

The Duke of Anguo nodded, "Alright."

Gu Jiao paused and said, "Regarding this sword, I suddenly remembered a person. Maybe we don’t need to ask the National Master, just asking him might be enough!"

...

After the newlyweds left, the Duke of Anguo sat in his wheelchair, turning his head to Xuanyuan Qi, who was deep in thought, and voiced his confusion, "You really seem to believe in your Jiaojiao’s nightmares."

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