The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 882

Chapter 882: 407 Protective Long Yi (Two Chapters)

Gu Jiao came out from Vermilion Bird Avenue and directly changed her clothes in the carriage before heading to the underground Martial Arts Arena.

The Crown Prince had been waiting at the arena early on.

This guy’s enthusiasm is truly higher than the mountains, deeper than the sea!

Regrettably, Prince Ning had something to do today and couldn’t make it.

Well, I wanted to let them bid against each other.

Gu Jiao adjusted the mask on her face, bid farewell to Old He and Zhu Yun as she left the accounting room, and turned towards the Crown Prince’s quarters.

She found out that this room was initially allocated to the martial artist ranked nineteenth in the arena, which the Crown Prince acquired from the original owner at a great cost.

As to whether he bought off that martial artist, Old He was not clear—for after all, it was a private affair between the martial artist and the patron, which the arena would not interfere with.

Ranked nineteenth.

Gu Jiao glanced at the ranking board hung upon the pillars—she hadn’t even made it to the bottom rank yet.

But she wasn’t in a rush.

Gu Jiao arrived at the leek’s—no, the Crown Prince’s quarters, and gently knocked on the door.

The door was pulled open from the inside.

This time, the Crown Prince didn’t sit behind a screen inside the room as he did last time; instead, he sat in an official’s chair, wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face.

The mask, like its owner, was made of the finest jade, even more exquisitely crafted than Prince Ning’s mask by a notch.

He exuded extravagance befitting of the Imperial Family from head to toe, as if the words "Apart from my father, the Emperor, I am supreme" were written all over his face.

Gu Jiao remained silent, as her character wouldn’t allow her to speak.

However, the Crown Prince mistakenly thought Gu Jiao was intimidated by his imperial demeanor, and was about to raise his hand grandly, inviting her to sit down when she had already pulled out a chair and sat down unceremoniously.

The Crown Prince, with his arm frozen mid-air: "..."

It didn’t matter, he had promised Linlang to win over this young man, and couldn’t oppress him with his status.

The Crown Prince retracted his hand and said to Gu Jiao, "It’s truly not easy to make an appointment with you."

Gu Jiao lit half a stick of incense on the table.

The Crown Prince: "..."

The Crown Prince asked, "Why only half a stick of incense?"