The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1495 - 729 Sister Complex (Third Update)

Wang Xu dismounted the carriage and went to a Pastry Shop to buy Peach Pastry, the favorite of Princess Changsun.

"Excuse me, do you have a Greeting Room?" he asked the Shopkeeper.

"Yes, it’s in the Backyard," the Shopkeeper said.

"Then, I’ll leave my Peach Pastry here for now."

"Sure thing!"

Gu Chengfeng was waiting outside the shop, but after a long while, there was still no sign of Wang Xu coming out.

"What’s the situation? Did he fall into a latrine pit?"

Gu Chengfeng decided to go look for him.

He turned the Backyard inside out, but there was no trace of Wang Xu to be found.

Gu Chengfeng slapped his forehead: "Oh no, he must’ve realized and escaped!"

"Wait, wait, wait, I can’t panic."

"Where would he go?"

"He... he... I know! He must have gone to the National Master Hall! He’s gone to find Princess Changsun!"

Having been in constant contact with Xiao Hen day and night, Gu Chengfeng had often heard Xiao Hen analyze the grand families and the situation in Shengdu, which, after being exposed to such discussions, had somewhat improved his logical reasoning over time.

And his temperament had calmed down a bit as well.

He took a deep breath.

I won’t rush.

I won’t rush...

To hell with not rushing!

It’ll be over for him if he meets Xiao Hen!

Gu Chengfeng started running like mad!

Xiao Hen, hang in there! You must avoid Wang Xu at all costs! If you can’t avoid him, play dead if you have to!

Dressed in the official uniform of a regional commander, Wang Xu was someone Xiao Hen could recognize on sight.

However, Wang Xu was not foolish.

After entering the National Master Hall under the pretext of requesting an audience with the sovereign, he took advantage of the lack of vigilance to dirty his clothes and borrowed a set of National Master Hall robes from one of the disciples.

In an unoccupied corner, Wang Xu gathered his hair into a topknot on his head and at first glance, he was the spitting image of an elder disciple from the National Master Hall.

"Are His Majesty and Princess Changsun in the Qilin Palace?" he stopped a passing disciple.

With a strong Aura, the disciple mistook him for an unidentified senior brother.

The disciple respectfully said, "His Majesty and the Little Princess have gone to seek the National Master, and Princess Changsun is in the Qilin Palace."

"Thank you," Wang Xu expressed his gratitude and headed towards the Qilin Palace.

By this time, it was already the hour of You.

The summer days were long, and there was plenty of daylight, with the sky still brightly lit.

He arrived at the corridor of the Qilin Palace.

The corridor appeared empty and deserted, but there were a few watchful eyes in the shadows.

Wang Xu understood that these watchful eyes belonged to the death soldiers of the National Master Hall.

He was not there to kill, and since he carried no murderous intent, the death soldiers would not attack him.

He searched room by room until, near the end of the corridor, he saw a side room with its door ajar.

He approached the doorway of the side room and could vaguely see a young man sitting with his back to the door next to an eight immortals table, which held flour, a bowl, minced meat, and other items.

The young man seemed to be rolling out dough, his movements a bit clumsy, clearly a novice.

On one side, the bedchamber held the injured Princess, and another, smaller bed cradled someone asleep, identity unknown.

Wang Xu thought that this young man must be Princess Changsun, as referenced by Old Master Han.

True or false, he would soon find out.

He and Princess Changsun had a secret code between them, and with just a phrase, he would be able to test the true identity of Princess Changsun.

He needed to act quickly and speak loudly to catch the other party completely off guard.

As the thought flashed through his mind, Wang Xu violently pushed open the room door, jumped inside, and said with full breath, "Heaven King covers Earth Tiger—" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Bang!

The young man grabbed the rolling pin in his hand and knocked Wang Xu unconscious with a single blow!

The rolling pin, infused with internal energy, flew right back into the man’s hands after hitting Wang Xu.

Without turning around, Gu Changqing, his face covered in flour, continued rolling out the dough with serious clumsiness, "Sister needs to sleep, no disturbances allowed."