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.”
Xuanyuan Qi said, “She can see in her dreams.”
The Duke of An was taken aback.
Xuanyuan Qi said, “She has always been rewriting everyone’s destiny. Now, it’s someone’s turn to rewrite hers.”
It would be best if that assassin were dead. If not, he would personally find him and kill him!
…
The weather in the Capital City in June is hot and dry.
A master and servant pair walked listlessly through the bustling streets, often nearly colliding with vendors pushing their carts.
“Watch it! How are you walking?”
The gray-clad guard sidestepped, using his body to shield his Young Master.
The vendor, seeing the sword at his waist, dared not speak back despite his anger, rolled his eyes, and left.
“Young Master, how much longer do we have to stay in Zhan Country? That monk refuses to confess, we can’t beat him, nor can we convince him, we can’t possibly—”
As the gray-clad guard spoke, he sensed no response from behind. He turned around and was startled, “Young Master? Where did you go!”
Mingyue was bagged.
Gu Jiao was dragging the small sack, huffing and puffing into a nearby alley.
Here, the Xuanping Marquis Residence’s carriage had been waiting for a long time.
Gu Jiao threw the person onto the carriage, clapped her hands, and jumped on, sitting down beside Xiao Hen.
After the battle, she hadn’t had much exercise, and her hands itched for some action.
She glanced at the sack on the floor and said seriously, “I think he won’t confess easily; we need to use some tough interrogation methods.”
“I’ll confess!” said the person inside the sack.
Gu Jiao: “???”
I haven’t even asked my questions yet!
Gu Jiao’s raised foot paused in the air, feeling particularly aggrieved.
Xiao Hen chuckled softly, holding her soft hand, his thumb gently rubbing her fingertip, and whispered, “I’ll make it up to you later.”
Gu Jiao said, “It better be a good make-up.”
Xiao Hen laughed softly, his eyes sparkling like stars: “Okay.”
Someone inside the sack: Hello? Just interrogate me, don’t shove dog food in my face!
Gu Jiao released Mingyue from the sack.
Mingyue sat down on the bench beside Xiao Hen, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said, “What do you want to ask? Ask away, I’m in a good mood today and won’t argue with you.”
Gu Jiao looked at Xiao Hen: “If he doesn’t confess, can I beat him?”
Mingyue’s body shivered!
What is with this girl and her desire to beat people?
“Wait, girl, what’s happened to your face?”
Even in the dim light inside the carriage, his eyesight was sharp enough to see that breathtakingly beautiful face.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Oh my, has this girl been under some spell? How could she have turned into such a beauty in just one month?
Xiao Hen: “Alright, you can hit him now.”
Mingyue: “…!!”
“I won’t look, okay?!”
He readily closed his eyes in a desperate bid for survival.
“That’s not allowed,” Gu Jiao said.
“Hey, you…,” he began, but before he could finish, something flew at him. He instinctively grabbed it and realized it was a sword.
The familiar feel made his heart jolt, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking down at the long sword in his hand.
To give him a better look, Gu Jiao lit the oil lamp on the small table.
Gu Jiao noted all his reactions, and already had a good idea, but still probingly asked, “Is this the sword you’re looking for?”
“Yes, it’s this one,” Mingyue didn’t hide or deny, incredulously stroking the hilt. So tense and excited, his arms and fingertips trembled lightly.
“So it really was in your hands…”
Gu Jiao didn’t explain that she had also obtained it just today: “What’s the history behind this sword? Don’t lie, or you might not leave this carriage alive.”
A glint of cold light flashed in Mingyue’s eyes, murderous intent bursting out instantly, but only for a moment, as he groaned and clutched his chest.
The killing intent dissipated too.
“You’re injured?” Gu Jiao asked.
“No, not injured.” As to what it was, he didn’t elaborate, and instead said to the two, “I’ll tell you where it’s from, but can you return it to me? Not for free; name your price.”
He said ‘return.’
Xiao Hen said calmly, “You speak first. If what you say satisfies us, we’ll consider agreeing to your terms.”
Gu Jiao nodded: “That’s right, exactly like that!”
Mingyue showed a hint of conflict in his eyes; normally, he was not supposed to reveal his identity, but to retrieve this sword, he had no choice but to betray his own promise.
Resigned, he said, “It’s my master’s sword.”
Xiao Hen asked, “Who is your master?”