The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

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This Imperial Advisor had created the "Six National Books of the State of Yan," one of which was in Xiao Heng's possession, and it contained mathematical knowledge from her previous life, translated into the native language of the State of Yan.

But those pieces of evidence weren't enough; Gu Jiao needed to confirm it herself, so she wrote in simplified Chinese characters.

If the Imperial Advisor was truly someone had traveled from another time just like her, he would recognize what she wrote.

When the Imperial Advisor saw the problem, his expression noticeably changed.

Gu Jiao felt as if her body trembled slightly, and her eyes lit up, "Did you notice something?"

The Imperial Advisor sighed and said truthfully, "I haven't seen such ugly calligraphy in years; it truly stung my eyes."

Gu Jiao: "..."

Because the handwriting was so bad, the Imperial Advisor had to put in a great deal of effort to barely recognize it as a math problem.

He stared at the problem, then picked up the brush and wrote down the solution process and the answer.

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And he used the same simplified characters as Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao took a look and pouted, saying, "Your handwriting isn't any better, and you're criticizing mine!"

"I haven't written it in decades."

"So you really are—"

"You—"

"I am too!"

Smart people didn’t need too many twists and turns in their conversations, nor did they need to beat around the bush or be overly cautious.

Gu Jiao was very clear about what she was here for. Her identity as a transmigrator would eventually be exposed unless the Imperial Advisor wasn't from her time.

But if he wasn't, then he couldn't have possibly created the operating room that Gu Yan needed.

So Gu Jiao would rather he was, even if it meant exposing herself.

The Imperial Advisor looked at Gu Jiao in shock, the light in his pupils flickering, "I never expected this… after all these years… after all these years…"

Gu Jiao understood the Imperial Advisor's emotions. From what she knew, the Imperial Advisor had arrived in the State of Yan at least thirty years ago. After wandering alone in another world for thirty years, finally encountering someone from the same time and space must have been very emotional.

Gu Jiao didn't seem as excited, though, because she didn't have the same intense emotions and feelings as a normal person.

But if she had to describe her feelings, she would say that she… felt a bit happy.

This happiness mostly stemmed from the hope of treating Gu Yan, rather than from needing someone like herself.

At the Imperial Advisor's age, having experienced many ups and downs and seeing through life and death, he quickly accepted the reality before him.

He asked, "Can you tell me about your situation?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment and succinctly said, "I come from the 22nd century and am now a citizen of the State of Zhao."

The Imperial Advisor pondered and said, "A century later than me. How did you get here?"

Gu Jiao considered her words and replied, "A plane crash. What about you, Lord Imperial Advisor?"

With a hint of reminiscence, the Imperial Advisor said, "I was searching for someone, and while searching, I ended up here."

This answer sounded specific but was actually somewhat vague, not clearly explaining why or how he left that time and space. But it didn't matter; Gu Jiao wasn't here to pry into the Imperial Advisor's past or privacy.

"How did you discover my identity?" The Imperial Advisor asked.

Gu Jiao couldn't exactly say that the State of Yan's stolen national book was in their hands; that would be a bit too shocking. Even though they were fellow transmigrators, she couldn't reveal too much.

Gu Jiao said, "I heard some of your stories and thought you might be like me, but I wasn't sure, so I tested you earlier."

The Imperial Advisor nodded, "I see."

The tea on the stove began to boil.

A disciple came from the backyard, knelt down, made tea for Gu Jiao, and then quietly retreated.

"So, what brings you to me today?" The Imperial Advisor asked, looking at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao replied, "To be honest, I have a friend with a severe heart condition who needs immediate surgery. I was hoping to borrow the operating room at the Imperial Advisor's Hall."

"Last time, was it you who Ye Qing received at the Imperial Advisor's Hall inquiring about the operating room? The person Old Master Meng brought over?"

Ye Qing, the senior disciple of the Imperial Advisor's Hall, had received Gu Jiao when she first visited the Imperial Advisor's Hall while the Imperial Advisor was away.

Gu Jiao nodded, "It was me."

The Imperial Advisor looked at Gu Jiao meaningfully, "Old Master Meng said he met a little girl in the State of Zhao with decent chess skills."

Gu Jiao: "..."

So, she was exposed after all?

The Imperial Advisor smiled indulgently, "No matter if you're a boy or a girl, I won't tell anyone."

He then stood up, glanced at Gu Jiao, and said, "Next time, make sure your fake Adam's apple is straight; it's crooked."

Gu Jiao touched her fake Adam's apple, "Oh."

The Imperial Advisor said, "Come with me."

Gu Jiao followed the Imperial Advisor out of the bamboo house.

Yu He had already left, and only the disciple who had served tea earlier silently followed them.

The Imperial Advisor looked at the disciple behind him, then at the basket on Gu Jiao's back, and asked, "Is the basket heavy?"

Gu Jiao shook her head, "Not heavy. I can carry it myself."

The Imperial Advisor didn't insist.

The two of them walked out of the bamboo forest and headed toward the library pavilion of the Imperial Advisor's Hall.

"Were you a medical student before?" The Imperial Advisor asked.

"In a way." Gu Jiao said. "A surgeon. I also studied some traditional Chinese medicine. What about you, Lord Imperial Advisor? Did you study medicine?"

The Imperial Advisor shook his head, "I did not."

Gu Jiao was surprised, "Then the operating room…"

The Imperial Advisor pointed ahead, "You'll understand when we get there."

A strange feeling arose within Gu Jiao's heart, as if something unexpected was about to happen.

The two passed by the library pavilion and arrived at a magnificent side hall with white marble tiles, golden nanmu beams, carved beams, and painted rafters——luxurious and grand, a world apart from the simple bamboo house.

It was hard to believe that someone who owned such a luxurious place would still choose to stay in such a humble abode.

The disciples busy in the hall bowed to the Imperial Advisor as soon as they saw him.

The Imperial Advisor led Gu Jiao through the right corridor, all the way to the end, where there was a room with an iron door guarded by two death warriors.

Gu Jiao could sense that the skills of these two death warriors were on par with those of Tian Lang.

Tian Lang was the first truly skilled expert Gu Jiao encountered after coming to this other world, so he had unconsciously become her benchmark for assessing death warriors.

"Open it." The Imperial Advisor ordered.

One of the death warriors took out a key and unlocked the bronze lock on the iron door.

The other death warrior pushed open the heavy iron door.

Just from the dull sound, it wasn't hard to sense the weight of the iron door.

The Imperial Advisor entered the room first and then turned sideways to Gu Jiao, saying, "Come in."

Gu Jiao stepped over the threshold.

What came into view, however, was a room so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary—empty, with nothing inside.

Gu Jiao opened her mouth slightly, "This is…"

The Imperial Advisor signaled to the death warriors outside to close the iron door. Once the door was shut, the room instantly darkened.

He said to Gu Jiao, "The operating room."

Gu Jiao widened her eyes, "But there isn't even a chair here."

The Imperial Advisor walked over to the wall directly opposite the iron door, raised his hand, and gently tapped on it. His gaze passed over Gu Jiao's shoulder as he said, "Take out the item from your basket and place them in here."

Gu Jiao instinctively reached back to touch her back basket.

The Imperial Advisor calmly said, "Don't worry, I don't want your things. Besides, even if I did, they wouldn't be of any use to me, right?"

Gu Jiao was even more astonished. This man was incredibly sharp, able to see through everything, even knowing that the little medicine chest could only be opened by her.

The Imperial Advisor glanced at Gu Jiao, not forcing her, but instead chuckling softly as he asked, "Really not going to bring it out? The operating room is in another spatial dimension. Without that thing, none of us can enter."

The little medicine chest had the ability to bring her here, clearly possessing the power to tear through space, and it was also connected to the research institute from her previous life, continuously supplying her with the necessary medications.

But all of this was her secret. How did he know?

Sensing Gu Jiao's inner confusion, the Imperial Advisor patiently waited for her to make her own choice, without any intention of explaining.

Indeed, everyone had their own secrets. He saw through hers, which was his skill. His choice not to explain was his prerogative.

Gu Jiao walked over, set down her back basket, took out the little medicine chest covered with cotton cloth, and placed it inside the wall.

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