Gu Jiao hurriedly set down the things.
By the time the National Master entered the room, she had already calmly seated herself back on the cushion.
While sipping her tea, she looked at the National Master with composure, "Back already?"
Her words made it sound as though she was in her own home.
Gu Jiao smiled.
She wasn’t embarrassed, if anyone was, it was others.
The National Master sat down opposite Gu Jiao.
The weather outside was hot, and he was covered in a light sweat.
Without waiting for a disciple to pour tea, he poured himself a cup.
"Something on your mind?" he asked.
"I’m here to discuss a partnership with you," Gu Jiao said.
He took a sip of tea, "What kind of partnership?"
Gu Jiao watched him with a smile, "Does the National Master Hall want to have the Hei Fengqi?"
"No interest," he replied without hesitation.
Gu Jiao blinked, "Don’t be so impulsive."
The National Master looked at Gu Jiao indifferently, "Give me a reason not to refuse?"
The National Master Hall didn’t need the Hei Fengqi; its unique way of existence was already destined to be irreplaceable.
Gu Jiao’s eyes spun around, "Hei Fengqi... look more impressive when ridden?"
Le National Master: "..."
The National Master took a big gulp of cool tea.
His temper was slightly flared.
"Our National Master Hall does not involve itself in court affairs."
"Are you too scared to dare?"
The National Master looked puzzledly at Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao crossed her arms and hinted with her eyes towards the little study room to the east, "I’ve seen everything, that you, the ruler of Dayan, and Xuanyuan Li were once the best of friends, like brothers, together with a brother to kill another brother of your own."
The National Master’s tea drinking halted, "Are you very angry?"
Was this an indirect acknowledgment?
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow and hummed, "With the appearance of the Purple Star, the emperor emerges from Xuanyuan, you and the king really dare to speak and to trust. Xuanyuan Li must never have imagined he would die at the hands of the two brothers he trusted the most."
The National Master was silent.
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