Chapter 818: 379 Domineering Heavens! (Second Update)_3 Chapter 818: 379 Domineering Heavens! (Second Update)_3 For instance, securing the services of that expert fighter would also grant one the right to use this room.
Gu Jiao thought of Gu Changqing and wondered which category he belonged to.
When Gu Jiao entered the room, the man inside was clad in brown brocade, wearing a mask made of jade.
The mask was pretty, no doubt, but it was too heavy, liable to fall off during a fight.
It seemed that this man wasn’t here to fight in the Martial Arts Arena, and it was highly likely that he had obtained this room by securing the services of an expert fighter.
“Young Hero Xiong, please take a seat,” the man gestured politely toward the chair below his seat.
As soon as he spoke, Gu Jiao recognized who he was.
Unexpectedly, this underground martial arts tournament was filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers; not only did the Marquis Residence’s heir Gu Changqing come, but also the prince of Zhan Country, Qin Chuhan, was present.
Qin Chuhan was the Prince of Ning.
Gu Jiao recognized the Prince of Ning, but he had not yet recognized Gu Jiao.
Gu Jiao took her seat without any change in her expression.
“Does Young Hero Xiong prefer wine or tea?” the Prince asked with politeness that did not detract from his noble air.
Gu Jiao took out her little notebook and wrote seriously, “I’m still young; I cannot drink wine.”
The Prince was momentarily taken aback, his eyes seeming to say—You’re still young, but you can come to such a dangerous place and fight in a martial arts competition?
The Prince, after all, was used to seeing the world’s tumults. He was still capable of dealing with a child. He smiled and said, “Very well, bring the tea!”
A servant brought tea for Gu Jiao.
It wasn’t long before Gu Jiao recognized a problem—the mask did not have an opening for the mouth, meaning she would have to remove the mask to drink the tea.
Was the Prince being polite or was he trying to coax her into removing the mask?
Gu Jiao wrote, “I don’t kind of tea.”
The Prince smiled and asked, “What kind of tea does Young Hero Xiong prefer?”
He probably thought that no matter how precious the tea Gu Jiao might name, he would have it available.
With an impassive face, Gu Jiao wrote, “Zhe, er, gen.”
“It’s my lack of consideration. Next time, I will be sure to have it prepared…” The Prince glanced at the three words and doubted if there really was something called ‘zhe er gen.’
He regained his composure very quickly and said warmly, “Is it Young Hero Xiong’s first day in the arena? Well fought. I have taken a shine to Young Hero Xiong and would like to make friends. I forgot to mention, my surname is Chu.”
Gu Jiao: I’d have to be haunted to believe that.
The Prince spoke in an amiable tone, his expression gentle, “May I know if Young Hero Xiong is a local of the Capital City?”
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow and wrote swiftly, “What about it? If I’m not, will you buy me a mansion?”
The Prince was once again solidly stumped.
While a mansion wasn’t beyond his means to give, being asked outright … left him feeling quite embarrassed.
The Prince took a sip of tea, smiled faintly, and said, “If Young Hero… Ba Tian… if you have no place to stay”—he almost struggled to say the name—”you could temporarily come to my residence.”
Gu Jiao wrote, “I don’t live at another’s mercy.”
The Prince smiled, “How can you call it living at another’s mercy? If Young Hero is willing, you could become my guard, and then you’d be part of my household. I would procure a separate courtyard for you. My residence has a fine view; Young Hero might want to think it over.”
To become a guard at the Prince of Ning’s residence was something many sought yet couldn’t achieve, especially since there were ranks among guards, and it was unheard of to have a separate courtyard from the outset.
The Prince waited for Gu Jiao to inquire about his identity.
But… was it an illusion?
Why did he feel a slight disdain from the other’s gaze?
Gu Jiao turned up her nose. After all this time, he only offered a small separate courtyard.
With undisturbed sleep in Renshou Palace, who would covet your Ning Prince’s residence?
Gu Jiao stood up and left.
A guard blocked Gu Jiao’s path, “My Young Master has not finished speaking!”
Gu Jiao waved her hand grandly and wrote, “The time for ten taels of silver has ended. If I have to listen to him further, I require an additional charge!”