The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Murderer No. 309 (Second Update)_2

Entering Xianle Inn might require some luck. In the Xianle Inn, it isn’t the customers that choose the girls, it’s the other way around. Those fortunate enough to be chosen would go up to the second floor, while the less fortunate would only have a lonely night in the Grand Hall. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

Those who’ve been up to the third floor can be counted on one hand.

Gu Jiao naturally didn’t know how lucky she was yet, but she faintly felt that the third floor was exceptionally quiet.

"Miss, the Young Master has arrived," a maid reported from outside a room.

"Come in."

The woman said.

The maid opened the room door, smiled at Gu Jiao, and said, "Young Master, please."

Gu Jiao stepped into the room.

The maid closed the door from the outside.

The room was rather simply furnished or maybe Gu Jiao simply couldn’t identify antiques. Any random vase in the room was a relic from a previous dynasty.

The woman sat in front of a dressing table, rubbing Snowflake Cream on her hand while sizing Gu Jiao up through her copper mirror.

Her eyes seemed to speak.

She was wearing a veil, but Gu Jiao could still feel her smiling.

She said, "Young Master, please sit."

Gu Jiao sat down on the chair.

After the woman finished applying the Snowflake Cream, she gracefully rose to her feet and walked towards Gu Jiao.

She sat down on a chair next to Gu Jiao, separated only by a small square table.

The woman poured Gu Jiao a cup of tea and, while handing it to her, asked with a smile, "Is this the Young Master’s first time visiting Xianle Inn?"

Gu Jiao nodded but didn’t drink the tea she offered.

The woman murmured, "Is the Young Master afraid I’ve poisoned the cup? Or does he find my tea unclean?"

Without waiting for Gu Jiao’s response, she took the teacup and downed the tea in one gulp. Then, as if nothing happened, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "What brings the Young Master to Xianle Inn?"

That was an odd question.

What else would a man do in a brothel? Engage in deep conversations under a quilt?

With her elbow rested on the table, and her index finger supporting her chin, she looked at Gu Jiao, half-smiling, and said, "Young Master is too clean to be one who enjoys the pleasures of the flesh."

Gu Jiao frowned slightly.

Was her acting that bad? She was sure she prepared a flirtatious playboy script for today!

Could she only fool a dimwit like Gu Chengfeng?

The woman’s gaze fell on Gu Jiao’s throat.

She questioned her gender, too? Fortunately, she had anticipated this and put on an Adam’s apple.

The woman, noticing the Adam’s apple, withdrew her gaze and kept her eyes on Gu Jiao’s.

Gu Jiao did not shy away; she was using her bold-face to cover up for the lack of acting skills.

The woman failed to realize anything suspicious and asked again, "Young Master, are you here to look for someone? Some relative of one of our girls?"

Gu Jiao thought for a moment, then pulled out a little notebook and charcoal pencil, and quickly wrote: To be honest, I’m here to pick up chicks!

The woman’s lips twitched.

What the hell was ’picking chicks’?

Gu Jiao cleared her throat and hastily crossed out the last two words, replacing them with a resounding, "Enjoy the pleasures of the flesh!"

The woman chuckled.

In the next second, however, she couldn’t laugh anymore.

Because Gu Jiao wrote on the paper: Bring out the most beautiful girl in this place!

The woman’s smile froze on her face, "Is the Young Master implying that I’m not beautiful enough?"

Gu Jiao wrote: If you want to put it that way, I have no defence.

The woman was so annoyed that she even forgot to ask why Gu Jiao wasn’t speaking and only writing instead.

Who would have thought that she, the first-class courtesan of the Xianle Inn and the most beautiful woman in the Capital City, could have a day when someone thought her ugly?

She was outraged, "When did the Young Master lose his eyesight?"

Gu Jiao quickly wrote: I’m not blind, I just don’t think you’re especially beautiful.