The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1411

Chapter 1411: 686 Her son (2 taels)_3

Ginkgo gritted her teeth and helped her rise.

She whispered through clenched teeth, "How come you didn’t warn me when he came?"

Ginkgo said with a sense of grievance, "I did warn you, but you wouldn’t listen."

Xun Fengxian inwardly cursed a blue streak but managed to squeeze out an obsequious smile, "Oh, the Young Master has arrived, please have a seat! Please have a seat! Ginkgo! Serve tea to the Young Master!"

"Yes!" Ginkgo busied herself preparing the tea.

Xun Fengxian then stopped her, "Wait, stay here, I’ll go make the tea!"

She’d rather be busy than remain to endure the young man’s fury.

However, Gu Jiao seemed to have no intention of demanding an explanation as she simply said, "I’m here to find him," and then went upstairs.

Xun Fengxian’s body went limp and she slumped onto a stool; she raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead and said with residual fear, "Scared me to death... scared me to death... just now there was no one at the door... how did he suddenly appear..."

Gu Jiao went upstairs.

Gu Chengfeng was now flourishing in the Opera House, not only did he own a luxurious private box, but he also had several servants at his disposal.

Xun Fengxian might complain, but she wouldn’t dream of driving away Gu Chengfeng, the cash cow.

Gu Chengfeng was rehearsing from a script, these were lines written by the old libationer and stories from his talebook, commonly known as a play within a play.

One had to admit, the plays written by the old libationer were fascinating, full of twists and suspenseful, and most importantly, the ending of each play left everyone on tenterhooks, driving them wild with anticipation and eagerness for the next one.

That was how the business at Tianxiang Pavilion started prospering.

With more customers, Gu Chengfeng found gathering intelligence even easier.

However, he didn’t plan on collecting any information tonight; he wanted to check if that girl had come back.

Little did he know, just as he put down the booklet in his hand, Gu Jiao stepped into the room.

"You..." It took Gu Chengfeng half a moment to regain his composure; he sized her up, hurried over to close the door, sat down with Gu Jiao next to the eight immortals table and said in a low voice, "When did you get back? Why were you gone so long?"

Gu Jiao said, "I returned yesterday, ran into a bit of trouble, that’s why the delay."

"A bit of trouble?" Gu Chengfeng grabbed her hand, rolled up her sleeve, and seeing the patches of bruising on her arm, he said irritably, "This is ’a bit of trouble’?"