The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1319 - 1319 644 The Might of the Chess Sage (Added )

Chapter 1319: 644 The Might of the Chess Sage (Added Chapter) Chapter 1319: 644 The Might of the Chess Sage (Added Chapter) Gu Jiao, full of ambition, said, “I’ve inquired about this, and not many people know the Chess Grandmaster of the six countries. Among the places I’m going to, including those we might encounter along the way, only the National Master has met him. Once I enter the National Master Hall later, you immediately come out, no need to meet the National Master face to face.”

Mr. Meng said with a poker face, “You’ve thought this through quite thoroughly.”

“Of course!” Gu Jiao cleared her throat and changed her voice to that of a young man, “I’ve written a few lines for you.”

Mr. Meng’s mouth twitched, unsure whether he was speechless over her voice or the fact that she had actually come up with her own script.

“What if I refuse?”

“I’ll play another round of chess with you.”

Mr. Meng: “…”

Am I really worth only a chess match when I play in person?

“Wait!” Gu Jiao suddenly thought of something, jumped out of the carriage, and went inside the house to change into a set of young man’s clothes that were suitable for travel.

The uniforms of Tianqiong Academy were too conspicuous, which would be troublesome if someone blocked her at the inner city gate.

The horse king didn’t need anyone to drive it; Gu Jiao just had to tug at the reins to tell it to turn left or right. It would avoid when necessary, and overtake when needed—practically achieving semi-automatic carriage driving.

Gu Jiao took out a charcoal pencil and a notebook inside the carriage and swiftly filled two large pages with various contingencies that might arise along the way.

Then, she showed them to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng looked at the full page of embarrassingly cringeworthy lines and almost couldn’t resist telling her that there was no need for a performance, because he was the one.

Gu Jiao suddenly said, “I was in a rush coming out and forgot about the coachman.”

The main reason was that the horse king was so capable it could move by itself, making it feel like a coachman was dispensable.

Not like the horses from her past home, which wouldn’t move without being whipped twice.

Gu Jiao spoke seriously, “You are the Chess Grandmaster of the six countries; it’s only fitting for someone of your stature to have a coachman.”

“I think you can be the coachman,” Mr. Meng said.

Gu Jiao sighed, “I could be the coachman, but won’t I have to enter the National Master Hall later? Once I’m in, I won’t come out, wouldn’t an empty carriage outside arouse suspicion?”

Mr. Meng’s mouth twitched again, you’ve figured out that logic, haven’t you considered that it’s not easy to just find someone to impersonate the Chess Grandmaster of the six countries?

Mu Qingchen was oblivious to the fact that Gu Jiao was planning to impersonate someone, or he would have definitely stopped her with all his might.

Someone had once posed as the Chess Grandmaster, only to be beheaded in public when discovered. Since then, no one dared to entertain such crooked ideas.

Moreover, Mu Qingchen’s understanding of Mr. Meng wasn’t entirely accurate. Mr. Meng didn’t like to be observed closely while playing chess and would always pull up a screen or curtain—not to maintain any creepy sense of mystery, but simply to concentrate on the game.

He frequently entered and left the city; there were actually quite a few city guards who knew him.

As for the claim that only the National Master had seen him, that was just Mu Qingchen’s speculation and didn’t reflect reality.

Mu Qingchen was unaware that he had been to Zhan Country, lived as a beggar, and spent silver to hire people for chess matches, which showed just how unreliable Mu Qingchen’s knowledge of Mr. Meng was.

“By the way, how did you pick up this token?” Gu Jiao asked.

Mr. Meng glanced at her, “Just picked it up like that.”

Gu Jiao: “Oh, then you’re pretty good at picking things up.”

When going through the inner city checkpoint, Gu Jiao sat outside to act as the coachman. She had the old man hand over the Chess Grandmaster’s token to the city guard, then turned her head and winked at Mr. Meng inside the carriage.

The moment to deliver the lines had come!

Mr. Meng clenched his thigh to hold back the immense embarrassment and said to the city guard in the imperious tone Gu Jiao had emphasized in bold, “Aren’t you going to clear the way?”

The city guard was stunned, thinking to himself, we know! Be it the Chess Grandmaster or Mr. Meng, both are titles of respect given by others; nobody actually calls themselves that, okay? What nonsense is this girl writing!

Mr. Meng took a deep breath and said in the overbearing, patriarchal tone that Gu Jiao had specifically emphasized with bold and italics, “Move aside, now!”

The city guard looked bewildered; he was supposed to let them pass, of course, but when had they ever stopped him? Wasn’t it he who had always shown them the token himself?

Mr. Meng flung the curtain shut with a snap!

Gu Jiao gave Mr. Meng a thumbs up.

The impromptu curtain drop was not bad—an eye-catching highlight that boosted his persona!

Mr. Meng’s teeth were grinding audibly; he was furious, embarrassed, mortified!

After successfully entering the inner city, Gu Jiao found a nearby coach house and hired a coachman.

The coachman was very familiar with the layout of the inner city and quickly drove the carriage to the National Master Hall.