The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1371 - 1371 667 Recognizing each other

Chapter 1371: 667 Recognizing each other Chapter 1371: 667 Recognizing each other The little maid had never seen a horse pull a carriage on its own before; the creature seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing and hopped about merrily.

She couldn’t help but lift the curtain and watch continuously.

The horse, who loved an audience, became even more animated with spectators.

Gu Jiao sat inside the carriage, closing her eyes to rest, but the constant jostling of the ride nearly made her dizzy.

She pulled back the curtain and said to the horse, “Behave and pull the carriage properly!”

The horse immediately lost its spirit and plodded along obediently for a few steps, testing Gu Jiao’s limits before hopping again!

Gu Jiao: “…”

The little maid chuckled.

Gu Jiao glanced at her subconsciously. The maid must have realized her gaffe and quickly gave Gu Jiao a bow to express her apology before lowering the curtain.

Gu Jiao withdrew her gaze.

Two carriages brushed past each other.

Somehow, Gu Jiao felt an odd sensation in her heart, an indescribable feeling.

She furrowed her brow, lifted the curtain to look to the side, but the other carriage had already moved ahead, and her own carriage turned into that alley.

Indeed, this was the alley where Gu Chengfeng had fainted before; they had passed through it on their way here and naturally had to pass through it again on the return journey.

If the middle-aged woman hadn’t taken Gu Chengfeng away, Gu Jiao would have encountered him by now.

Unfortunately, Gu Jiao was unaware of this.

However, as they passed that alley, the peculiar feeling in her heart magnified.

There were more puddles in the alley than on the main street.

The horse couldn’t resist stepping into the puddles, starting to bounce again, testing Gu Jiao’s patience to the brink of her exploding in anger. But this time, its prancing didn’t last long, as it suddenly came to a stop.

The drawback of letting the horse drive itself was that sometimes it would wander off on its own accord, but once it had its fun, it would always bring the carriage back. As long as it wasn’t too long, Gu Jiao generally let it be.

Gu Jiao waited quietly.

But this time, the horse was unusually quiet.

The horse seemed to sniff at something, then bit into it, shook off the harness around it, turned around, and poked its head into the carriage.

“What’s the matter?” Gu Jiao asked as the horse suddenly appeared before her, only to see it holding a mask in its mouth.

The mask was waterlogged and smeared with a bit of mud, but it didn’t prevent Gu Jiao from recognizing it.

It was Gu Jiao’s mask.

Or to be precise, it was Gu Chengfeng’s mask which Gu Jiao had snatched from him; after Gu Chengfeng got a new one, she snatched that one too and returned this old one to him for use.

The reason the horse picked up the mask was probably that it smelled Gu Jiao’s scent on it and thought she had dropped it.

Gu Jiao took the mask from it.

She inspected it over and over, confirming it was the first mask she had snatched from Gu Chengfeng.

Truthfully, if it were just any mask, Gu Jiao might not have recognized it, but the horse wouldn’t pick up something unfamiliar.

Thinking back to the figure she had seen near the city gate that day, could it really have been Gu Chengfeng?

So where was he?

Where had he gone?

…

The heavy rain poured down as the carriage struggled down the increasingly deserted street; Mama was exhausted, but fortunately, they had reached their destination.

The carriage stopped in front of an ornately decorated opera house.

“Madam, we’re here!” the coachman called out loudly.

The snoring of the middle-aged woman abruptly stopped, she sat up, wiped the drool from her mouth with her sleeve, gave a light cough, and frowned, saying, “If we’re here, we’re here, what’s the shouting for!”

She disembarked from the carriage, motioned to a couple of servants to lift the person from inside.

The servants were no strangers to this kind of task and quickly carried the person into the Opera House. Normally, newcomers were relegated to the Firewood Room, but after the middle-aged woman parted the hair covering Gu Chengfeng’s face to take a look, she immediately had a room prepared.

“Mama… I mean, Madam!” The maid misspoke and quickly corrected herself, asking, “Why bother giving him a room?”

The middle-aged woman snorted and said, “Men of such looks are rare. Ever since Chunfeng Pavilion brought in a few bewitching creatures, our street has lost all its attention! I… Ahem! I… need to take good care of him so that he can bring in more business for me!”

The maid pursed her lips: “What if he’s not willing?”

With a sneer, the middle-aged woman said, “He doesn’t have a say, does he?”

After the servants placed Gu Chengfeng in the room, the middle-aged woman had someone change him into dry clothes.

Gu Chengfeng lay on the soft bedchamber, his clothes half-undone, revealing a firm chest.