The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1429

Chapter 1429: 696 Slap in the Face (Second Update)

The weather was stifling hot, and after being congested for a quarter of an hour, the carriage finally began to move slowly.

The traffic was severe in the first half, but as they approached the National Master Hall, it became smooth sailing. It turned out that most of the people queuing up to meet the National Master had been persuaded to leave by the disciples of the hall, leaving only a dozen or so die-hards.

Gu Jiao’s carriage stopped opposite the National Master Hall.

She hopped down from the carriage and took the Chess Sage’s token, walking towards the entrance.

One of the disciples of the National Master Hall was persuading the dozen civilians who refused to leave, "Master National Master is only seeing three visitors today and has already seen two. If any of you have an invitation card, please present it quickly; if not, please return, and it’s not too late to come to the National Master Hall on another day once you have one."

Oh, an invitation card is needed as well.

Gu Jiao touched her chin thoughtfully.

The disciple from the National Master Hall had never seen Gu Jiao before but still asked politely, "Young Master, do you have an invitation card?"

"I don’t have an invitation card, just this." Gu Jiao handed the Chess Sage’s token to the disciple of the National Master Hall.

The disciple took it, looked at it with astonishment, and said, "Young Master, please come inside."

Someone beside them was displeased, "Hey! Why does he get to go in?"

"Yeah! He doesn’t have an invitation card either, does he? We’ve been waiting so long, if anyone should go in, it should be us first!"

The disciple from the National Master Hall explained, "This young master holds the token of Chess Sage Master Meng, a distinguished guest of the National Master Hall. Anyone he recommends can enter directly. Now, as today’s three spots are filled, please everyone go back."

"This is just great! Waited here for so long for nothing!"

"Exactly! If I had known, I wouldn’t have come!"

"He looks so shabby, who knows if his token is fake?"

The disciple from the National Master Hall shook their head helplessly, seemingly worried about the grumbling and said, "Young Master, don’t take it to heart. They don’t have the National Master Hall’s invitation card, so they wouldn’t have been able to enter anyway. It’s nothing to do with you."

Gu Jiao said, "Oh, I’m fine."

What a considerate young man.

"Please follow me, Young Master," the disciple from the National Master Hall said as he led Gu Jiao inside.

The moment the two turned to walk in, a carriage suddenly arrived from behind. The carriage came to a halt, and a girl in white, lifting her skirts, jumped down from it.

She seemed to be in a hurry.

"Please wait a moment."

She called out to the disciple from the National Master Hall.

Gu Jiao, hearing the familiar voice, turned her head along with the disciple.

"It’s you?"

The other party saw Gu Jiao and was taken aback, "Why are you here?"

Looking at Miao Ruoxin who appeared in haste, Gu Jiao said, "Why can’t I be here?"

Miao Ruoxin glanced at the majestic and solemn plaque above and said with a slightly knitted brow, "This is the National Master Hall, not a place you should be."

The disciple from the National Master Hall inquired, "May I ask what matter the young lady has?"

Miao Ruoxin was much more polite when speaking to the disciple from the National Master Hall and said genially, "I’m here to request an audience with the National Master, and I have an invitation card."

With that, she took out a golden invitation card from her wide sleeve.

The disciple immediately recognized it as a genuine invitation card from the National Master Hall, but he still apologetically said, "I’m sorry, miss, but you’re a step too late. Our National Master is only seeing three visitors today, and this young master is the last one."

"He is... he’s just a person from a lower kingdom! How does he have the qualification to meet the National Master!" Miao Ruoxin raised the invitation card in her hand and said, not only to the guiding disciple of the National Master Hall but also to the other two disciples guarding the entrance, "Look carefully, this is an invitation card from the Chess House, personally bestowed by the National Master! It should be the highest-level invitation card! Regardless of where this man got his invitation card from, he has no right to be ahead of me!"

Indeed, the invitation cards had a ranking system, with gold cards being first class, silver cards second and blue cards third.

Only gold cards were personally stamped by the National Master, and those usually entitled to receive a gold card were members of the royalty. The Chess House had been fortunate enough to get one, and it had always been treasured as a precious item.

Miao Ruoxin herself had gone to great lengths, curing the heir of the Chess House of his cough, to exchange for this gold card.

Even if the heir of one of the top ten families came today, they wouldn’t be able to cut ahead of her!

The disciple from the National Master Hall frowned slightly and asked, "May I know which country’s citizen you are?"

Miao Ruoxin was caught off guard.

The tone of the disciple from the National Master Hall cooled a few degrees, "You are a Chen Country person, aren’t you? Your Yan Country speech is heavily accented with Chen Country, while this young master—I didn’t pick up an accent from the other countries."

Miao Ruoxin’s mouth twitched slightly.

Are all disciples from the National Master Hall so freakishly skilled? Even able to discern accents.

Miao Ruoxin, her identity as a lower-caste person exposed, felt a wave of shame and irritation.