The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1319

Chapter 1319: 644 The Might of the Chess Sage (Added Chapter)

Gu Jiao, full of ambition, said, "I’ve inquired about this, and not many people know the Chess Grandmaster of the six countries. Among the places I’m going to, including those we might encounter along the way, only the National Master has met him. Once I enter the National Master Hall later, you immediately come out, no need to meet the National Master face to face."

Mr. Meng said with a poker face, "You’ve thought this through quite thoroughly."

"Of course!" Gu Jiao cleared her throat and changed her voice to that of a young man, "I’ve written a few lines for you."

Mr. Meng’s mouth twitched, unsure whether he was speechless over her voice or the fact that she had actually come up with her own script.

"What if I refuse?"

"I’ll play another round of chess with you."

Mr. Meng: "..."

Am I really worth only a chess match when I play in person?

"Wait!" Gu Jiao suddenly thought of something, jumped out of the carriage, and went inside the house to change into a set of young man’s clothes that were suitable for travel.

The uniforms of Tianqiong Academy were too conspicuous, which would be troublesome if someone blocked her at the inner city gate.

The horse king didn’t need anyone to drive it; Gu Jiao just had to tug at the reins to tell it to turn left or right. It would avoid when necessary, and overtake when needed—practically achieving semi-automatic carriage driving.

Gu Jiao took out a charcoal pencil and a notebook inside the carriage and swiftly filled two large pages with various contingencies that might arise along the way.

Then, she showed them to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng looked at the full page of embarrassingly cringeworthy lines and almost couldn’t resist telling her that there was no need for a performance, because he was the one.

Gu Jiao suddenly said, "I was in a rush coming out and forgot about the coachman."

The main reason was that the horse king was so capable it could move by itself, making it feel like a coachman was dispensable.

Not like the horses from her past home, which wouldn’t move without being whipped twice.

Gu Jiao spoke seriously, "You are the Chess Grandmaster of the six countries; it’s only fitting for someone of your stature to have a coachman."

"I think you can be the coachman," Mr. Meng said.

Gu Jiao sighed, "I could be the coachman, but won’t I have to enter the National Master Hall later? Once I’m in, I won’t come out, wouldn’t an empty carriage outside arouse suspicion?"