Chapter 726

Seeing Princess Fùqing at that moment, Gu Kang's steps hesitated slightly, but he still strode over, took off his cloak and draped it over Princess Fùqing's thin shoulders.

Then Gu Kang took the palace lantern from Fùqing's hand and said with a low laugh, "It's so late; why aren't you resting?"

Princess Fùqing followed carefully beside Gu Kang and said softly, "Idling is idling; thinking you hadn't returned for some days, I came out to wait for you, Prince Consort."

Gu Kang laughed: "No need to wait for me from now on; first take care of your health. Come on, let's go back—this night air is a bit chilly, don't catch a chill."

Gu Kang stepped forward; the Prince Consort and the Princess enjoyed an especially good relationship.

The serving maids and attendant women retreated a few steps, each feeling jealous.

Although the Princess and the Prince Consort got along well, for some reason the Princess's belly showed no movement.

Even Consort Rou invited an outside female physician to help; her daughter's minor illness went unnoticed by the teacher, who only said the Princess's constitution was somewhat weak and needed proper nourishment to improve her appetite.

Gu Kang walked ahead holding the lantern, and Princess Fùqing followed step for step at his side.

That sliver of lantern light cast a heavy, soft glow before them, the scene quite warm; as they were about to reach the courtyard, Princess Fùqing suddenly asked in a low voice: "Gu Kang, when you married me back then, did you truly like me, or did you like my status as Princess Fùqing?"

Gu Kang's steps stopped instantly; he unconsciously looked toward Fùqing walking beside him.

The smile in his eyes faded a little, then he turned his gaze away and seized Princess Fùqing.

Gu Kang laughed while rubbing Fùqing's hair.

"What are you thinking about? Don't let your mind run wild."

Princess Fùqing seemed to want an answer tonight.

All the servants had long since hidden far away; on this dim little path only the married couple remained.

Princess Fùqing's voice sounded somewhat hurried and also a little hoarse.

This was quite different from the usual gentle and lovable Princess Fùqing; Fùqing broke free of Gu Kang's hand, then with a reverse grip grabbed his sleeve and stared at him intently.

"Gu Kang, did you already scheme today's situation from the moment we met?"

"You married me only because you are the Prince Consort and I am the princess, and also to lay a foundation for your ability to oversee the state today."

"'Fùqing!' Gu Kang suddenly spoke in a cold, deep voice, cutting off Princess Fùqing's incessant chatter."

Princess Fùqing was frightened into silence by Gu Kang's rebuke; tears welled in her eyes, spinning in their sockets, as she stared fixedly at the cold, ruthless man before her wearing a half mask.

She suddenly gave a self-mocking laugh.

"Forget it; I should have realized earlier—just a sincere affection misplaced."

I also know that in Gu Er'ye's heart, Miss Ruoxi Li is the eternal light of the orphan's father; Gu Er'ye probably gave all his love to that person, to me it means nothing; I am merely a tool of the orphan's father's fist, and even as that tool I can do enough—just something my father asked for.

Princess Fùqing suddenly knelt before Jiākang; Jiākang's expression finally changed somewhat, he hurriedly wanted to bend over to help her up, but he didn't expect that Princess Fùqing's stiff movement there had no spirit at all, it was too unfixed, steadily looking at the customer before you, you understand.: "No matter how, the Empress Dowager is your elder sister; the Emperor is also my Imperial Uncle; considering this relationship, if in the future you obtain something, introduce them to each other once."

Gu Kang's brows furrowed with a hehe; at that moment a complex flicker passed through his eyes, as if he were avoiding something, he inhaled and slowly stepped back.

"Get up, this is another frightening condition; you, a noble princess, kneeling before me, the Prince Consort—I'm afraid I can't bear it."

Gu Kang placed the single item he was holding beside Princess Fùqing, then strode into the darkness deep in the lane; his shadow was tall and straight, yet there was wind sound, blood and blood just walked into the night city, giving a feeling of great heaviness; the night is so dark that even flowers cannot bloom.

Behind Gu Kang came the sound of his father's martial arts, the drip-drip of charioteers; at that moment Jiākang suddenly felt somewhat vexed, slapped one palm onto the trunk of the nearby plum tree, fallen leaves dropping onto his body, as if this were an undecidable fate.

Gu Kang had just returned to that study; tonight he originally wanted to see his father and the princess, but he didn't expect that after their marriage this was the first time they had such a big quarrel and conflict; for a moment he felt it was meaningless, don't prepare to stay in the study to read a while, don't rest, he didn't expect, warmth is the small things nearby, he walked quickly into the study and sent him a letter.

"Please, Mr. Wen, and later go intentionally once."

Mr. Wen, now residing in the guests' quarters at the invitation of Consort Rou, not the other lady, knowing the affection between the former palace and Mr. Meng, their intestines unlike those of father and son, nowadays Fu Kang is not as renowned as he is; he has become a son-in-law, his work cannot possibly let the other side's elders remain alone in the Gu household; after the Alliance Mr. also received the princess's work uniform together, such a big month is not impossible to reside, but it's also not convenient, this is also convenient, Mr. Wen contacted Gukeng Jiākang. Kang rose and walked out of the study. Outside the moonlight was bright; he was about to go fetch his cloak at dawn, but then thought he himself had just draped his cloak over the street where his father and the princess were; thinking of his father and the princess Gu Kang, he inexplicably felt somewhat annoyed, and finally came to the guests' quarters.

The people here in passenger transport are all those brought by Mr. Wen, not even using anyone from the princess's mansion; at this moment, George Gu Kang walked in a few people, the servant Wang Gongsheng retreated, and they all jumped up together.

Jiākang slowly walked into the inner hall, only to see Mr. Wen sitting beside the desk, playing chess with himself; Wukong watched one battle and felt defeated, what a bizarrely profound depth—even if he studied another hundred years he couldn't catch up; helping to stir the footbath, he stepped forward toward Mr. Wen, the person of shared happiness.

"You're looking for me?"

Mr. Wen pointed at the imposing presence before him: "Come, sit down for the one and only game."

The pit's expression moved slightly; although he heard nothing related, he had eyes like lenses, but from his childhood handwriting, regarding the future calligraphy's Inner Mongolian history construction techniques, and he had not learned it clearly.

Now suddenly invited by Mr. Wen to play a game, Jiākang felt somewhat uneasy, slowly sitting in Mr. Wen's side; Mr. Wen lightly pinched, his wife also did not look at Gu Kang, merely continuing to receive the board and wait: "What's there to fear? Now you have mastered the initiative of this chess position; still afraid of losing?"

Gukeng inhaled: "There's news that Prince Zhao was shoved aside somewhat, his wife and children also unknown whereabouts; the fact is even smoother than we thought, but it always feels a bit weird."

Mr. Wen nodded, his anxious energy rising and falling: "Where is it not right? Speak up and let's hear."

Jiākang inhaled: "Don't say it's not right; maybe this matter is just too smoothly proceeding."