The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife - Chapter 792.2

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[Alma S.] [Christine G.-L.] [K.Rom]

[Suong D.] [Ziana K.-P.]

[Anasi G.] [Passerby]

[Nevy] [Roxanne C.]

[Debra W] [Kiiayame]

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[Ava C.] [Hong] [Leeyue] [Lily J.] [Manon] [Smurfinbatik] [Sophia W.] [Val Nes]

The moment Lady Nan and the others stepped out of the carriage, their eyes fell upon Duke An, who was seated beneath a crabapple tree.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the entrance. Although he could not speak or move, the joy and welcome in his gaze were unmistakable.

Master Lu led Lady Nan forward and cupped his hand in greeting, "Lord Duke, we’ll be troubling you for the next few days."

Duke An wrote on the armrest of his wheelchair: ‘It’s no trouble. My son’s family is my family.’

Son—son?

For a moment, both of them were dumbfounded.

Wasn’t Duke An already aware that Liulang was actually a girl?

Had he gotten so immersed in playing the role of a father to a son that he was unable to stop now?

Gu Jiao hadn’t hidden anything from her family regarding Duke An’s situation, except for the matter of Jing Yinyin. Even Duke An himself was left in the dark about that.

Fine then. If one of them was willing to play the father to a son, and the other was willing to play the son, so be it.

"JiaoJiao’s adoptive father is quite impressive." Master Lu murmured softly as he glanced at the words written on the armrest.

Since they were standing directly in front of him, Duke An had written the words upside down for their convenience.

"As expected of the Pearl of Great Yan."

Master Lu’s voice was slightly louder this time, and Duke An heard it.

Duke An wrote: ‘Pearl of Great Yan?’

Master Lu looked embarrassed, "Ah… well, this…"

Lady Nan chuckled and offered an explanation. "It’s a rumor in the martial world. People say Lord Duke is exceptionally talented, with vast knowledge, unmatched elegance, and a beauty that rivals the celestial beings. They claim you are the incarnation of the Literary Star descended from the Nine Heavens. As a result, the people of the martial world gave you the title—the Pearl of Great Yan."

In his youth, Duke An’s legendary reputation was no less than that of Xuanyuan Sheng. The two of them—one excelling in literature, the other in martial arts—were the envy of countless young men and the ideal lovers of countless women.

‘There’s no need for such formality.’ Duke An wrote.

He was referring to their use of honorifics.

Since they were all elders to Gu Jiao, they were of the same generation. There was no need to distinguish between superior and inferior status.

The first meeting had been very pleasant. Duke An, by nature, was a scholar, but he did not carry the arrogance or pretentiousness often associated with scholars. He was approachable, kind, and gentle, and even the usually picky Gu Yan found him to be a very easygoing elder to be around.

While Gu Jiao and Lady Nan went to assign rooms, Duke An sat quietly beneath the tree. He instructed the servants to turn his wheelchair in a different direction, one that allowed him to keep Gu Jiao in his sight at all times.

Just watching her made him feel incredibly happy. It was as if something precious he had lost had finally been returned to him, filling his heart with warmth and contentment.

Suddenly, Gu Yan poked his small head out from behind the tree.

"Here… This is for you."

Gu Yan placed a small clay figurine on the left armrest of Duke An’s wheelchair.

Duke An wrote with his right hand: ‘What is this?’

Gu Yan moved in front of him, crouched down, and fiddled with the little clay figurine on the armrest, "A gift for our first meeting. I made it myself."

After training under Master Lu for so long, Gu Xiaoshun had perfectly inherited his master's skills, while Gu Yan had only learned how to play with clay.

Gu Yan lifted his gaze and looked at Duke An, then asked, “I sculpted my sister. Do you like it?”

So it was supposed to be a person… Duke An was momentarily taken aback, his face filled with confusion. For a second, he almost thought it was a monkey instead.

Once the rooms were tidied up, Gu Jiao had to return to the Imperial Advisor’s Hall. First, she needed to check on Gu Changqing’s injuries, and second, she had to bring her Grandaunt and Granduncle over.

Duke An insisted on seeing her off at the gate.

Gu Jiao pushed his wheelchair toward the main entrance. As they passed by a refined and elegant courtyard, she instinctively asked, “Whose courtyard is that?”

Duke An wrote: ‘It belongs to Yinyin. Do you want to go in and take a look?’

“Mm.” Gu Jiao nodded.

The servants placed a wooden plank over the threshold to make it easier for the wheelchair to pass.

Gu Jiao pushed Duke An inside.

Although this was Jing Yinyin’s courtyard, she had passed away before she even had the chance to move in.

The courtyard had two swings and was adorned with orchids, exuding a sense of quiet elegance and charm.

After showing Gu Jiao around the front yard, Duke An led her to Yinyin’s boudoir.

This was, without a doubt, the most exquisite and luxurious room Gu Jiao had ever seen. Even the pearls used for decoration were priceless treasures.

“These things…” Gu Jiao pointed at the strange little weapons displayed on the multi-tiered display shelf and asked, “Where did they come from?”

Duke An wrote: ‘They were all gifts from Yinyin’s grandfather.’

Gu Jiao’s gaze landed on a scroll painting, “He even gave her a portrait. May I take a look?”

Without hesitation, Duke An wrote: ‘Of course. This portrait was sent along with the swords and bows in that chest. It was probably placed there by mistake.’

He had originally intended to send it back, but unfortunately, he never got the chance.

That chest of gifts had been sent by Xuanyuan Li before he went on his expedition. The next time they saw each other, Xuanyuan Li had already become a cold, lifeless corpse.

Gu Jiao unrolled the painting and was momentarily stunned.

Huh?

Wasn’t this the same painting she had seen in the study at the purple bamboo grove?

It depicted a general clad in armor, holding Xuanyuan Li’s red-tasseled spear, though his face was left blank.

“Is this Xuanyuan Li?” Gu Jiao asked.

“No.” Duke An shook his head. “Yinyin’s grandfather never wore this type of armor.”

Xuanyuan Li’s most well-known battle armor was his golden set, though he also had several silver and black ones, but none resembled the one in the painting.

Gu Jiao tilted her little head.

Then who was this person?

Why was he holding Xuanyuan Li’s weapon?

And why had both the Imperial Advisor and Xuanyuan Li kept a painting of him?

Could he be the third little clay figurine forming a sworn brotherhood with Xuanyuan Li and the Imperial Advisor?

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In the suspenseful supernatural novel “Records of Mortals,” Jiang Baiyan, once a solitary and impoverished youth, finds refuge in the Shi family of Chang’an due to his extraordinary bloodline. With his clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, this seemingly innocent young man conceals a fanatical and malevolent lunatic within. Destined to succumb to darkness amidst hardship and degradation, he becomes a harbinger of chaos.

When Shi Dai suddenly transmigrates, she takes on the role of the Shi family’s young lady, the one who subjects him to countless trials, eventually leading to her demise.

The twist? She never got to finish reading the novel.

From what she knew of the plot, Jiang Baiyan was just a silent, timid, and often bullied pitiable character.

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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.

After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, "Scared?"

Shi Dai responded, “You’re really amazing! I applaud you until I spin like a spiral and fly around the moon three hundred times! And also——you have dimples when you smile!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

—

After seeing her at a lantern festival with another man, Jiang Baiyan lowered his eyes, his fingers twirling her hair. He said in a mocking and sinister tone, "The mansion in the western suburbs...if I hide you there, no one will find you, right?"

Shi Dai replied, "Does it come with meals and lodging? Can I sleep in everyday? Oh, and your cooking is the best!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

—

Jiang Baiyan was supposed to dislike her, even hate her, but as their separation drew near, his eyes turned red and he grabbed her sleeve, pleading, "Don't abandon me, alri—”

Shi Dai responded, "Alright, alright, I’ll only have you. Mwah."

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

He hasn't finished his lines yet though…