Chapter 647: 309 Murderer (Second Update) Chapter 647: 309 Murderer (Second Update) Xianle Inn, as the most rapidly rising brothel in the Capital City, overshadowed the once-thriving Ruanyu Pavilion. Not only were the girls there exceedingly beautiful and talented, but its unique business model also piqued the interest of the city’s elites.
Gu Jiao arrived at the entrance.
The gatekeeper was a woman. She glanced at Gu Jiao’s token and let her in without a word.
This was Gu Jiao’s first time visiting a brothel, and it was quite intriguing.
Unlike her imagination of a world of glamour, in the midst of toasting and merry-making, accompanied by swallows and thrushes singing and dancing, the music here was gentle and elegant, not overly sentimental, but rather like divine melodies.
Walking through the spacious Grand Hall, girls passed by her from time to time.
Gu Jiao swept a casual glance, the girls were indeed as beautiful as celestial maidens.
She felt as if she had stepped into a terrestrial paradise, only lacking a touch of fairy aura.
Suddenly, a begonia flower hit Gu Jiao on the shoulder.
Gu Jiao did not attempt to catch it, letting the flower fall to the ground.
From the railing on the second floor came a soft sigh, “Does the Young Master not want my flower, or is he looking down on me?”
These words shattered the illusion of paradise in front of Gu Jiao, finally giving the place a bit of a brothel ambience.
Gu Jiao looked up. She wore a half-face mask covering her nose and upper face, but it did not hide her rosy lips and delicate chin, nor her cold, clear eyes.
“Oh!” exclaimed a girl from upstairs, she involuntarily straightened up her body.
Gu Jiao was tall for a woman, combined with her inherently bold and heroic demeanor, she effortlessly played the role of a handsome young man.
That lady’s exclamation attracted several of her companions, who stood at the railing on the second floor, eyeing Gu Jiao.
“Young Master, please look at me.”
Someone waved a handkerchief towards Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao’s goal was not them, and she was not in the mood for flirting with a stranger, which did not seem so serious in Xianle Inn.
After failing to get a reaction from Gu Jiao, some of the girls couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter.
“Isn’t it? He does not even fancy our Sister Lianxiang, I wonder who he’s here for?”
Sister Lianxiang was indeed the girl who threw the Begonia flower to Gu Jiao.
“Could it be that she is here for Sister Qianxue?”
“Hah, would Sister Qianxue even see her?”
“Who wants to see me?”
A languid and gentle voice slowly sounded from the end of the hallway.
The girls who were chatting about Gu Jiao all turned around, bowing respectfully, “Sister Qianxue!”
The woman called “sister” looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and appeared younger than some of them, but the hierarchy in Xianle Inn was never determined by age.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
She was dressed in a plain white dress, covered by a tender yellow gauze dress, bright and fresh, elegant and pure, pleasing to the eye.
She wore a veil of the same color as the gauze dress, which blurred her features, yet made her even more mesmerising.
Even against other women, she was irresistibly attractive.
She seemed accustomed to this and didn’t expect them to answer her question. Instead, she turned her head to look downstairs.
She too gave an astonished exclamation, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes squinting, “We have a clean young man here. Bring him to me. I want him.”
Having spoken, she turned and went upstairs.
Her maid responded and stepped downstairs to Gu Jiao, bowing to her, “Young Master, my lady invites you.”
Gu Jiao gave her a look, intending not to go.
“You…” the maid choked, “Do you know who my lady is?”
Gu Jiao gave her another tiny glance that seemed to say, oh, who is she?
The maid responded with hostility: “My lady is the courtesan of Xianle Inn! She’s very sought after. Many people want to see her but can not. She’s truly looking up to you!”
There was not a grain of exaggeration in her words. The courtesan of Xianle Inn performed, but did not sell herself. She only received one guest every three days, for no more than two hours each time, her services cost fortunes.
Despite this, many stinky men in the capital city still aspired to be her guests.
The courtesan seemed to be a big fish.
After considering for a while, Gu Jiao nodded at the maid, indicating that she accepted her lady’s invitation.
The maid was somewhat puzzled. Was it an illusion? The young master seemed to be weighing the pros and cons?
No matter what, since the lady wanted to see him, she must bring him up regardless of how strange the guest might seem.
Gu Jiao followed the maid up to the third floor.
She was completely oblivious to the jealous looks from the guests downstairs.