Chapter 993 - 993: Sister’s Nickname for the Sword Is Duanduan

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Gu Nuo’er blinked, her watery eyes filled with curiosity.

This young master’s thoughts hit her in the heart.

If one wanted to use this sword, one would definitely have to fix the sword first.

But…

Gu Nuo’er’s voice was soft. “Why is your young master sitting in the carriage? Is it inconvenient for him to see the light?”

Second Brother had said that when buying and selling goods, the other party had to be sincere.

If they couldn’t even meet, that wouldn’t be considered sincerity!

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the man’s face. He paused for a moment before saying, “Young Master hasn’t fully recovered yet, so he can’t be exposed to the wind. Your Highness, please forgive us.”

The rain fluttered and the small hair on Gu Nuo’er’s forehead swayed slightly.

Her pink lips curled into a bright and sweet smile. “Then I’m sorry, but I can’t give this sword to your young master.

“Although his idea is very good, it’s a pity that he can’t trade with me personally. How can I hand such a good sword to someone I don’t even know what they look like?”

The child raised her voice slightly in the direction of the carriage.

“Being honest with each other is the most basic etiquette.”

The man was put in a difficult position. “This… Your Highness…”

Gu Nuo’er waved her small hand. “You don’t have to say anymore. Brother, it’s raining heavily. Let’s go.”

Gu Ziliang picked up his sister and held up the umbrella whose structure was made of jade. The siblings left under everyone’s gazes.

In the crowd, the burly men who had been staring at Gu Nuo’er sinisterly also quietly split up and chased after her.

The man returned to the carriage. As he hadn’t done his job well, he lowered his voice in shame.

“Master, Her Highness…”

“I heard it.” The youth’s voice was clear, stopping the hidden guard’s words indifferently.

Yun Linzhou was wearing a green-based robe embroidered with gold threads, making his facial features look even more handsome.

At the age of 12 or 13, he should be sunny and cheerful.

However, there was always a hint of gloominess in Yun Linzhou’s eyes.

His mental state went through a change at a young age and his thoughts were deep.

Yun Linzhou touched the jade pendant hanging at his waist and slowly stroked it with his slender fingers.

He repeated Gu Nuo’er’s words repeatedly.

“To be honest… honest…” Yun Linzhou lowered his head, the shadow covering his side profile.

After a moment, his thin lips curled up into a bitter smile.

Yun Linzhou looked up, closed his eyes, and leaned against the carriage wall.

“Nuo’er, I really want to be honest with you too.”

However, he wondered if she would despise his darkness and his despicable thoughts after knowing his true appearance.

Outside, the hidden guard said in a low voice, “Master, Wei Cang’s men have already followed them.”

Yun Linzhou opened his eyes, revealing a deep calmness like the sea.

“Send someone to keep an eye on the situation and ensure that Wei Cang can take Nuo’er away without hurting her.

“Yes.”

The hidden guard quickly left.

Yun Linzhou held the jade pendant tightly in his hand again.

Since the heavens had given him a chance to accompany Gu Nuo’er on behalf of Ye Siming…

Then he had to grasp it well.

On the other side, Gu Nuo’er and Gu Ziliang passed through the alley together and decided to find a restaurant to eat something good first.

The child was swinging her arms and legs in her brother’s arms and talked about what had just happened.

“That young master is really a strange person. He hid in the carriage but had his hidden guard come and ask for the sword. Hmph, I don’t like people who hide themselves.”

Gu Ziliang chuckled. “Sister, don’t worry. Perhaps when the opportunity comes, this sword will naturally find a new owner.”

Gu Nuo’er nodded and hugged her sword tightly, wheedling, “Duanduan, don’t worry. I definitely won’t give you away casually!”

Gu Ziliang couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.

Duanduan?

His sister had really given the broken sword a nickname…