nycdaug Chapter 210 Chips
Chapter 210 Chips
She rubbed her aching temples, feeling that repeating the same dream every day was never going to end, but she still couldn't figure out what was in the tea.
"Sir, a young master has been waiting for you downstairs for two hours. Our shop is almost bursting at the seams."
The waiter's voice continued outside the door. Su Fuying picked up her teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Feeling the moisture in her throat, she then replied, "Please tell that young master to wait a moment."
"Okay, sir."
Seeing that the person had responded, the waiter hurriedly went downstairs to relay the message.
Su Fuying didn't expect Gu Qibai to arrive so early. She quickly washed up, changed into men's clothing, and then slowly went out the door.
As soon as I went down the stairs, I saw that the small courtyard of the inn was packed with people.
The crowd surged below, and Su Fuying was momentarily stunned, not knowing what was happening.
"Wow, he's so handsome! Whose son is he?"
"How would I know? I've never seen it."
“My mother always says I’m of marriageable age, and I think this person is quite good.”
"I think so too, why don't you give it a try first?"
"..."
The chatter of people, like countless chirping birds, reached Su Fuying's keen ears.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping across the entire courtyard, only to realize with surprise that the courtyard, which she had imagined to be bustling with activity, was almost entirely filled with women.
They stood or sat, each with a different posture, like delicate flowers blooming in the courtyard.
In the very center of that spacious courtyard, a white figure, as ethereal as a banished immortal, stood quietly with his hands at his sides.
His elegant, scholarly aura lingered around him like a thin layer of mist, subtly revealing a hint of pride that was extremely difficult to detect yet remarkably clear.
His snow-white fox fur cloak made his already pale face appear even paler, making him look like a sickly beauty who had stepped out of a painting, arousing pity and curiosity in people.
"Gu..."
Su Fuying was about to shout when she felt a little embarrassed as so many eyes were staring at her.
"Ying'er, come here quickly."
Just then, as if he had a magical sense of perception, Gu Qibai suddenly turned his head, and when he saw the familiar figure at the top of the stairs, his eyes lit up instantly.
The aloof expression he had just displayed softened, and his smile became more genuine, as warm as the winter sun.
The women watching all followed his gentle yet expectant gaze, their hearts filled with a complex mix of emotions.
However, a question arose in everyone's mind: Why does that person look like a man?
Why would this young man in white address another man so intimately?
In an instant, all sorts of speculations and doubts spread among the crowd. No wonder he didn't even glance at so many women present. Could it be that he really has some special fetish?
Everyone pondered silently, their eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.
Everyone was stunned. The adoring gazes that were originally as warm as the spring sun seemed to be frozen instantly, turning into cold scrutiny.
They looked at each other, their eyes flashing with doubt and speculation, as if trying to figure out what the other was thinking.
Gu Qibai frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in his soft cough. He walked steadily toward Su Fuying, his gentle gaze like the first rays of morning sunlight falling on her, warm and reassuring. "Let's go."
Su Fuying nodded slightly. Although she had some doubts, she didn't say anything and followed him onto the carriage.
The carriage slowly started moving, swaying and bumping along the bustling street. Although the interior was not large, it was filled with a strange sense of tranquility.
The two sat facing each other, with incense burning quietly on a small, exquisite tea table between them. The rising smoke, like a veil, enveloped them, blurring the noise and disturbances of the outside world.
"Today we'll go check out the western mountain first, and tomorrow we'll go to the eastern mountain..."
Gu Qibai's voice was steady and deep, carrying a reassuring power.
However, Su Fuying suddenly interrupted him, her gaze fixed on the exquisite incense burner in front of her, as if it held endless secrets.
"I have something to ask you."
Su Fuying's tone revealed a hint of seriousness, which made Gu Qibai's heart tighten.
"Ok?"
Gu Qibai's smile remained gentle as he softly inquired, "What does Aying want to ask?"
Will you answer any questions I have?
Su Fuying turned her head slightly and met a pair of tender, misty eyes. His pupils were light brown and glistening with moisture, making him extremely handsome.
Gu Qibai was visibly taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up again, "Of course."
"Are you the Crown Prince of Bei Li?"
Su Fuying went straight to the point, without any intention of beating around the bush.
"Ah."
Gu Qibai wasn't too surprised and responded before Su Fuying could finish speaking.
"You bought the cold tobacco."
Su Fuying's words were not a question, but a statement of certainty.
Gu Qibai's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his gaze, parting his lips slightly, "Aying, I..."
"You only need to answer yes or no."
The woman spoke in a firm tone, her gaze scrutinizing.
"Ah."
Gu Qibai kept his voice very low, almost drowning out the sound of the rolling wheels.
"parking."
Su Fuying's originally cool voice now seemed to carry a hint of urgency. She tilted her head slightly, and a subtle emotion flashed in her eyes.
Upon hearing the order, the driver hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Young Master?"
"parking."
Gu Qibai sat quietly in the car, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, only nodded slightly.
As he spoke, the carriage gradually came to a stop, its steady pace instantly disrupted, and the surrounding air seemed to become somewhat heavy.
The shouts of the surrounding vendors rose and fell like an invisible wave, surging into the car and creating a stark contrast with the silence between the two people inside.
"Give me."
Su Fuying stretched out her hands directly at him; her hands were fair and delicate, as translucent as mutton fat jade.
Gu Qibai lowered his eyes slightly, quietly looking at the hands that stirred his heart. His mind was filled with countless thoughts. After a long while, he slowly said, "I can't give them to you now."
"Why?"
Su Fuying frowned, a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.
Gu Qibai took a deep breath, a struggle flashing in his eyes. He said softly, "This is my bargaining chip, Aying. If I give it to you, I'll have nothing left. I can't easily hand over my last resort. I have to leave myself a way out."