Chapter 3. The Embroidered Ball “Does Mr. Gu really want to marry this prince so much?”…

A few wisps of light smoke slowly drifted from the incense burner beside the table, as the woman sat in the large sandalwood chair, her right hand tilted to support her temple.

The scarlet robe beneath her white cloak scattered slightly with the movement of her raised leg, the gilded dark patterns on it gleaming with a luxurious sheen under the warm winter sun.

Her every move was transmitted to Gu Sui’s eyes through that small window gap.

He swallowed, his gaze shifting slightly to fall upon her left ear.

On her earlobe was that cinnabar mole he was all too familiar with.

The blood-red color, reflecting the golden sun, made Gu Sui suddenly feel that even the beating of his heart was getting a little out of control.

He had never imagined that one day, he would meet her again.

Perhaps sensing the gaze from the darkness, Mu Jiulu raised her eyes.

When she saw the slightly opened slit of the window, the corners of her lips curled up in a meaningful smile.

The moment their eyes met, Gu Sui closed the window with a whoosh, as if pricked by a needle.

“Young Master?”

“She is the Prince Regent? How can she be the Prince Regent, she…”

Gu Sui frowned, muttering to himself.

Everything that had happened since he opened his eyes this morning made him feel dazed, as if he hadn’t woken up yet.

“Do you know what No. 37 Chengtian Street is?”

Gu Sui suddenly thought of something and asked, Sui Yu’s face turned solemn upon hearing this.

“Young Master, Chengtian Street is located in the inner imperial city, where the imperial relatives reside.

No. 37 used to be the residence of the Ninth Prince, and is now the residence of the Prince Regent. Why does Young Master suddenly ask this?”

Gu Sui took a sharp breath, his eyes reflecting disbelief.

“It’s…really true.”

Thinking back, Mu Jiulu would always unconsciously refer to herself as ‘this prince this’ and ‘this prince that’, and even said that she was a princess of a female-dominant country.

Gu Sui never took it seriously, but who would have thought it was true!

Three years ago, Mu Jiulu appeared in his world, and now, he had come to her world.

A…female-dominant world.

It took Gu Sui a long time to accept this fact.

Seeing that the auspicious time was approaching, Sui Yu stepped forward and urged, “Young Master, it’s time for you to go out.”

Gu Sui’s mind was in a mess, he didn’t even know how he walked out.

Anyway, when he came back to his senses, he was already standing at the edge of the corridor, holding an exquisite embroidered ball.

“Young Master Gu is a talented man with outstanding martial arts skills. This one has long admired you. If Young Master doesn’t mind, would you be willing to travel the jianghu with this one?”

A clear female voice rang out from the crowd below, attracting many gazes.

This person was the famous swordswoman Song Hui of the jianghu. Before Gu Sui could say anything, Ji Huanian from the Ministry of Rites spoke first.

“Young Master Gu is a noble son of the capital, a third-rank general in the court. Only prestigious families are a good match for him. How could he wander the world with you? Don’t have unrealistic dreams.”

“Tsk, I’m afraid those of you from deep mansions and great houses aren’t to Young Master Gu’s liking. Besides, Young Master Gu personally decided to determine the victor by martial arts, not by family background. If you have the ability, try to grab the embroidered ball first.”

Song Hui, dressed in a crimson outfit and carrying a long sword, said with a smile. After speaking, she looked up at Gu Sui on the corridor, her expression playful.

“Isn’t that right, Young Master Gu?”

Gu Sui couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Song Hui’s blatant flirtation made Ji Huanian’s face look much uglier.

“Song Hui, this is the capital!”

Song Hui shrugged. “Jianghu people aren’t bothered by trivial matters. I think Young Master Gu won’t mind either. If there’s truly any offense, Young Master Gu can just throw me out, and I won’t have any complaints.”

Those around them couldn’t help but sigh after hearing this. Song Hui really lived up to her words that a shameless person is invincible.

Who doesn’t know that Gu Sui is indifferent and aloof by nature, without desire or emotion? How could he actively throw her out just because of a few words from Song Hui?

Her attitude made it seem like Ji Huanian was meddling, which was unpleasant.

“Since that’s the case, then throw her out.”

A clear and pristine voice came from above everyone’s heads. Song Hui was slightly startled, and then quickly looked towards the source of the voice.

“Young Master Gu, I…”

Song Hui was obviously flustered, but Gu Sui didn’t give her a chance to speak again.

“Sui Yu.”

Sui Yu bowed slightly, then drew the long sword from the rack beside him and flung it down.

The sword tip pierced into the ground at Song Hui’s feet. He looked at Song Hui below with an expressionless face and said coldly,

“Miss Song, please leave.”

What the hell!