Chapter 971: Father Beat Up Uncle?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Ye Siming brought Gu Nuo’er back to the training ground.
It was already entering the night and the sky was getting dark.
The stars were starting to rise and the moon was bright. Insects chirped in the grass.
The soldiers were already done with their preparations. Smoke rose.
“The Marquis is back!”
They quickly put down what they were doing and stood up straight.
Ye Siming carried Gu Nuo’er and sent her to sit steadily on the horse.
The youth turned around and nodded indifferently at the soldiers. “Eat early. You guys have worked hard today. You can take a break from night training and continue tomorrow.”
The soldiers thought that they had heard wrongly!
This couldn’t be true. This was Marquis Yongye, who was famous for being strict and cold!
To think that he actually agreed to let them slack off tonight?!
What a good day it was today! Or perhaps the marquis had encountered something happy!
Everyone didn’t have time to think carefully and hurriedly cheered, “Thank you, Marquis!”
Ye Siming got onto the horse and sat behind Gu Nuo’er.
Gu Nuo’er widened her eyes and asked curiously, “There’s such a thing? Isn’t Uncle very skilled? He had inherited Grandpa’s martial arts. Yet, there are people who can win against him?”
Noble Consort Qiao gave Wanyin and Wanxuan a look as if she didn’t want to continue this conversation.
Wanyin and Wanxuan immediately understood and kept quiet, only smiling dryly as they served the dishes.
“It was me.” An unexpected male voice interrupted.
Gu Nuo’er blinked her round eyes and looked over.
Her father slowly walked in with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a bright purple robe with many dragons crowding around a jade embroidered on his chest.
Noble Consort Qiao quickly stood up to welcome him. “Your Majesty is here.”
She looked regretful.
Why did His Majesty hear it at this moment?!
Gu Nuo’er wasn’t afraid of her father. Her childish voice hurriedly asked, “Father, what do you mean it was you? Could it be that you were the one who beat up Uncle?”
Gu Yihan’s handsome eyes glanced coldly at Noble Consort Qiao.
“Come, Nuo’er, Father will carry you and tell you.”
The child immediately reached out her soft hands.
Gu Yihan bent down and carried his daughter in his arms, letting her sit on his lap.
“Back then, your imperial grandfather arranged for Father to go to the training ground to patrol. I heard that your uncle, Qiao Zijin, is the most skilled in martial arts, so Father wanted to try sparring with him.”
Unexpectedly, he accidentally dislocated Qiao Zijin’s arm during the spar.