The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1273 - 1273 619 Gu Yan Wakes Up (First Update)_3

Chapter 1273: 619 Gu Yan Wakes Up (First Update)_3 Chapter 1273: 619 Gu Yan Wakes Up (First Update)_3 Having said that, she assertively placed the silver on the postmaster’s desk.

The pink-robed young lady placed her hands on her hips and huffed, “Don’t refuse the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”

The postmaster whispered to Gu Jiao, “Xiao, Young Master Xiao, they are from the Su Family… This must be the Su Family’s young mistress… You… Perhaps… you should just give it to her…”

Although the status of a student from Tianqiong Academy was prestigious, the Su Family was ranked ninth among the noble families of Yan Country. Their status in Shengdu was paramount; they were not the kind of family anyone could afford to offend.

“I said I won’t give it up,” Gu Jiao stated.

“You!” the pink-robed young lady huffed, “Believe it or not, I’ll hit you!”

Gu Jiao, without any trace of fear, responded, “If you dare hit me, I’ll beat you up.”

The pink-robed young lady lashed out with her whip, and the postmaster, terrified, suddenly changed color and hurriedly crouched down with his head in his hands!

However, that whip didn’t even touch a single hair on Gu Jiao’s head before she casually caught it with ease.

The pink-robed young lady was taken aback, clearly not expecting this seemingly unimpressive… no, that’s not right, this boy with an unfortunate countenance, to have such impressive skills and even catch her whip!

She tried to pull the whip back, but it was immovable.

Grinding her teeth, she demanded, “You… Let go!”

Gu Jiao indifferently let go.

She was even less prepared for Gu Jiao to let go so quickly. She was pulling back when suddenly, with a cry of “ah,” she tumbled to the ground, her face twisted in pain and the whip flying out of her hand.

Enraged, she scrambled up and grabbed the whip, taking another strike at Gu Jiao.

“Stop!”

A low chuckle suddenly came from the carriage.

The pink-robed young lady halted in her attack.

“Come back,” said the man in the carriage, his voice was not loud, but his tone brooked no refusal.

Looking at Gu Jiao unwillingly, the pink-robed young lady warned, “Just you wait; I remember you! If I ever see you again, I’ll hit you each time I do!”

Gu Jiao paid no heed to her threat and had the postmaster take her to get the last carriage.

After finishing, as Gu Jiao was about to go upstairs, a scholar-clad young man on the other side of the grand hall waved to her.

“Brother! Yes, over here!”

Gu Jiao glanced at him curiously, “Are you calling me?”

The young man nodded vigorously. Seeing that Gu Jiao had no intention of coming over, he rose and approached her himself.

The two stood at the foot of the stairs where guests were coming down, and both instinctively stepped aside to make way.

The young man greeted Gu Jiao with a cupped fist salute, slightly excited as he spoke, “My surname is Zhong, given name Ding, styled He Ming. If Brother doesn’t mind, just calling me Zhong He Ming will suffice.”

Zhong Ding, a family feasting on the sound of clock and cauldron, what an intriguingly named fellow.

Gu Jiao asked, “Do you need something from me?”

Zhong Ding replied, “Ah, I was behind you just now. I saw you take out your papers from Tianqiong Academy; you are a student there as well?”

Gu Jiao looked at him, “And you are too?”

“Yes, I am!” Zhong Ding said excitedly, then seemingly worried Gu Jiao might not believe him, he quickly took out his own enrollment papers from his bosom, “I’m from Zhao Country, and you are…?”

Gu Jiao said simply, “From Zhan Country.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhong Ding’s eyes. He seemed about to say something, then hesitated, smiled instead, and asked, “Are you also new to Yan Country? May I ask for your esteemed name?”

“Xiao Liulang,” replied Gu Jiao.

Zhong Ding smiled, “Liulang, what a good name, easy to pronounce.”

Small talk had killed the sky.

Gu Jiao went upstairs.

“Hey—” Seeing her leaving again, Zhong Ding hesitated but still mustered the courage to voice his astonishment, “You are not from Shang Country, so how did you dare to provoke that young lady just now? Didn’t you see she was from the Su Family? If it wasn’t for the intervention of the one in the carriage, you would have been in trouble by now.”

“Are you done?”

“Hmm? Yes.”

Then Gu Jiao went upstairs.

Zhong Ding: “…”