The Grand Secretary's Pampered wife

“...why don't you go back to the estate with me and be recognized as Marquis Xuanping's son? Why must you make yourself suffer outside?"

Xiao Liulang looked at him coldly and asked, "These words, are they his meaning or yours?"

His?

Do one normally refer to their own father like that?

Did he have any idea who his real father was?

He was a grand first rank Marquis of military lineage, under one person and above ten thousand.

Since ancient times, not a single brother-in-law of the reigning emperor was able to continue to hold a post. Marquis Xuanping was the first one.

He managed to pin down the entire Zhuang Family with his own strength, and he was the most trusted person of the current Emperor.

He himself married a princess while his sister became the Empress. He also succeeded in suppressing the eldest prince, sending his own nephew to the position of the Crown Prince early.

Just let out the sentence: Marquis Xuanping lacks a son, and believe it or not, those who were willing to be sons of Marquis Xuanping could form a line that stretched from the State of Zhao all the way to the State of Liang.

This young master was really something else too.

Why must it be important whether every word was meant by Lord Marquis or not?

Just go back to the estate obediently and be a powerful young master, wasn’t that good enough?

Steward Liu said with a smile, "Do you think I would dare to act on my own if Lord Marquis didn't want to get you back and recognize you?"

It was the truth.

As for how to accomplish that, and whether some measures should be taken in the process of getting him back, that was Steward Liu’s job.

Most people would not think of this layer, but Steward Liu always felt that every word he said, whether it was true or not, had all been seen through by the young man in front of him.

This kind of feeling wasn’t so good.

Steward Liu frowned, then smilingly said, "Young master, now that the twelfth month is coming, won’t you really consider going back to the Marquis Xuanping Estate for the New Year?"

Xiao Liulang ignored him as he turned and walked to the direction of Bishui Alley.

Today, the private elementary school was on a holiday. Little Jing Kong didn't come to the Imperial Academy, so he went back alone.

His crutch had been recovered, and his clothes had been changed. There was no sign of being bullied at the Imperial Academy.

Looking at his stubborn back, the servant boy asked, "Steward Liu, do we really just watch the young master be bullied by the Imperial Academy people without helping him?"

Steward Liu hesitated to answer. Every time he felt that he could take hold of the other person, the other person would always escape from his grasp.

The servant boy said, "Steward Liu, why don't we..."

Steward Liu raised his hand to interrupt his next words, saying, "Let us wait a bit more. I don't believe that he can remain as tough as before in the Imperial Academy."

The capital was not a county town, and Director Zheng wasn’t just a county magistrate. Did he think all the trouble would stop here? There were still many people like Director Zheng out there. If he went on like this, he feared he wouldn’t make it one day!

The servant boy reminded, "Steward Liu, the young master's bones are just too hard to chew. Shall we think of something else? At the beginning, you promised Lord Marquis that you would take the young master back to the estate for the New Year, but there is only one month left. "

At the mention of this, Steward Liu furrowed his brows.

At first, he didn't think it would be this difficult and boasted in front of Marquis Xuanping.

When he went to the county town, it wasn’t summer yet. He felt that he had enough time and wasn’t in a hurry. Who knew that more than half a year would pass in such a flash.

But, what other way could there be?

"That..." The servant boy said, a bit embarrassed, "Isn’t the young master married? Perhaps the young Madame is willing to be the Madame of the Marquis Estate?"

Steward Liu narrowed his eyes, saying, "You mean… the young miss of the Marquis Ding'an Estate who lives among the common people?"

Since she was the wife of his young master, how could Steward Liu not investigate the identity of the other party?

Besides, Marquis Ding'an Estate didn't hide it tightly, so it was easy to find out that she was the real daughter, and that Gu Jinyu was the false daughter carried back wrongly.

However, Steward Liu didn't pay much attention to this young miss.

It was because he didn’t care that he didn’t pay her any attention. Naturally, it also didn’t cross his mind to start with her.

Seeing that Steward Liu was listening, the servant boy quickly went on, "That young Madame grew up in the countryside, and I heard she was so timid that she didn't dare to go back to the Marquis Ding’an Estate. However, she is very kind to the young master. When I came to the Imperial Academy several times to inquire about news, I always saw her waiting for the young master outside."

Steward Liu thought for a moment and said with a smile, "It's indeed a good idea."

Steward Liu knew nothing about Gu Jiao opening a medical hall with Second Owner, so he went directly to Bishui Alley.

The elderly woman was having a good time playing leaf cards with several neighbors, and had no time to talk to others. She said, "Go to the Miraculous Hands Hall if you want to see a physician!"

"What did she say?" asked Steward Liu inside the carriage.

The servant boy scratched his head and answered, "It seems... we have to go to Miraculous Hands Hall."

"Miraculous Hands Hall? What’s that?" Steward Liu had never heard of it.

The servant boy thought for a moment, then said with uncertainty, "It seems to be a new medical hall next to the women’s academy."

At this time, Gu Jiao still didn't know that her existence was suddenly remembered by some people. During an equestrian archery class, a girl fell off her horse and dislocated her arm on the spot.

The girl had just been sent in.

She was crying like hell.

"What's your name?" Gu Jiao asked.

"My... My name is ... Hicc!" She started to hiccup from crying too much.

Gu Jiao reached out to see her arm, but the girl was afraid of being in pain, and screamed like a pig, "Don't touch me!"

Gu Jiao said, "I won't touch you. You have a scratch on the back of your hand. I'll clean the wound for you, I won't touch your arm."

"Really, really?" She looked at Gu Jiao with disbelief.

"Really." Gu Jiao gently held the girl’s hand in the palm of her own hand to avoid her dislocated place. "Your hands are so beautiful. What do you usually use to wash them?"

No one didn’t like to be complimented. The girl huffed and said, "Rose water… hicc! After washing... hicc! Apply some cold cream... hicc! "

Gu Jiao said, "I think others also apply cold cream, but theirs is not as good as your skin."

The girl responded, "That's due to my natural beau... Ahh—"

Before her words could finish, Gu Jiao had fixed her arm.

Then, the girl born with natural beauty or whatnot looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She trembled in fear and nearly fainted.

Heavens! Where did this crazy-looking woman come from ah?! How ugly!

What a kind-hearted physician was this? She could even praise this kind of look?

The medical hall had been open for many days, and there had been almost no business. However, the equestrian archery class of the women's academy had greatly contributed to the business of the medical hall for a month.

After treating that girl, several more people with minor injuries and suffered shock also came one after another.

Gu Jiao was too busy, her feet almost not touching the ground.

After seeing off another slightly injured patient, the wooden door of the consultation room was pushed open again.