The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1562 - 757 The Third Watch of the Night

She had another dream.

But it was not the same dream as before.

The weather was clear, and she found herself in a small courtyard filled with lilies, with a cluster of green bamboo in one corner.

A gentle breeze brushed past, and the bamboo leaves danced with the lilies.

She recognized it – this was the courtyard she had visited in the afternoon.

Why had she returned?

Where was the Duke?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she saw the door of the main house open, and someone step out – but it wasn’t the Duke; it was a pregnant woman.

Dressed in a purple battle dress and silver armor, with a long bow in hand, she looked ready to depart for battle.

The young Duke emerged, gazing deeply at her, his eyes gradually reddening.

She smiled and said, "Take good care of Yinyin, I’ll be back soon."

But you never returned—

This sentence suddenly flashed through Gu Jiao’s mind.

She watched the silhouette of the woman as she walked away from the courtyard.

Don’t go.

You will die on the battlefield.

Gu Jiao wanted to stop her.

But no sound could come from her throat.

She tried several times.

Suddenly, a little girl tumbled out of the house, her young voice piercing the sky, "Mother—"

Gu Jiao’s body shuddered, and she opened her eyes.

There were remnants of a sound in her ears, unsure if it was her own or from the dream.

"You’re awake."

The National Master sat on the chair in front of the bed, looking at her indifferently, "Do you want some Sobering Soup, or are you fine without it?"

Gu Jiao looked around and found herself in an unfamiliar room; however, when she looked through the door and saw the familiar hall, she realized she was still in the small bamboo house in the orchid forest.

"No need, I’m awake," Gu Jiao sat up, her head still aching slightly, "What kind of liquor did you brew, it’s so potent?"

"It’s your own lack of tolerance," the National Master said, "Ye Qing can drink a whole jar with no issues."

Knowing her own limits, Gu Jiao unusually held her silence without retort.

"Did you have a dream just now?" the National Master asked.

Mentioned the dream made Gu Jiao slightly furrow her brow; she had many dreams recently and had forgotten them upon awakening, but perhaps thanks to the strength of the liquor, she actually remembered the latter part this time.

"Yes," she didn’t deny it.

The National Master placed the Sobering Soup on the bedside table: "What did you dream about that made you react so strongly?"

Gu Jiao looked at him oddly, "My reaction... was strong?"

The National Master gave her a glance, "Forget it if you don’t remember."

Gu Jiao suddenly spoke up, "I dreamt of the young Duke and his wife and child."

She had seen portraits of Xuanyuan Zu in the Book Pavilion, so dreaming of her was not surprising.

As for the content of the dream, perhaps she had heard too much about the Xuanyuan Family and had imagined a parting scene in her mind.

But that child—

Wait, the Book Pavilion had no portraits of the Jing family’s children, that was something she had seen in the National Master’s study!

Was that child really Jing Yinyin, or had she placed any child’s face onto the Yinyin in her dream?

The National Master felt Gu Jiao’s scrutinizing gaze, "Why are you looking at me like that?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Gu Jiao asked, "Is the little girl in those paintings in your study Jing Yinyin?"

The National Master didn’t seem too surprised, "You saw them?"

Was that an acknowledgment?

The National Master nodded, sighing slightly, "Yes, she is Jing Yinyin."

Gu Jiao spoke seriously, "What is your relationship with Jing Yinyin?"

The National Master looked at Gu Jiao, "Do you really want to know?"

Gu Jiao: "Yes."

The National Master paused for a moment, then said to Gu Jiao, "Alright, if you win the selection and become the commander of the Hei Fengqi, I will tell you everything."