GTB Chapter 50
by VolareChapter 50: Making a Deal
Chapter 50: Making a Deal
Under Song Fuge’s gaze, Jiang Jiuchu quickly replied, “I don’t want to.”
“Good. Since Jiuchu doesn’t want to marry, Brother Fu will find a way.”
“What does Brother Fu plan to do?” Jiang Jiuchu was a little worried. After all, the Seventh Prince was a prince. What could Brother Fu do?
Song Fuge masked the expression on his face, smiling calmly at Jiang Jiuchu, “Jiuchu wants to know?”
“Yes, I want to know.”
Song Fuge didn’t hide anything, thinking it would be good to tell her so she could be at ease.
“Give the Hidden Trace Pavilion to him.”
Jiang Jiuchu was shocked. Brother Fu was actually going to give away the Hidden Trace Pavilion for her sake. Without a doubt, the Hidden Trace Pavilion was spread throughout the Jianghu, and any ambitious prince would want it!
“Can this… can this work? Besides, that’s the Hidden Trace Pavilion that Brother Fu worked so hard to re-establish.”
“He is a prince. Now that the Crown Prince is crippled, I don’t believe he has no thoughts at all, that he doesn’t want this force offered to him on a silver platter.”
After he said that, he looked at Jiang Jiuchu with gentle eyes, “The most important thing to me is you. Ten or a hundred Hidden Trace Pavilions are dispensable to me. Besides, it’s a good thing for me to hand over the Hidden Trace Pavilion to him. At that time, your parents and brother will definitely no longer object.”
“Okay.” Jiang Jiuchu reminded, “When Brother Fu discusses it, you must help the Jiang family clear their name, saying that my parents are unaware.”
She was worried that if this method didn’t work, it would implicate the Jiang family because of her.
“Jiuchu, don’t worry. Brother Fu is careful in his actions. Whether it succeeds or fails, I will never let the Seventh Prince associate it with you or the Jiang residence.”
“Okay, I believe Brother Fu.” Jiang Jiuchu nodded. Although she didn’t understand, she didn’t ask any further.
“Alright, then Jiuchu should return to the residence and wait for Brother Fu’s news.” Song Fuge thought, since they were already at his Mo Feng Pavilion, there was no time like the present.
“Okay.” Jiang Jiuchu seemed to see hope again, but she felt that she was a bit useless and had caused Song Fuge a big trouble.
She stood up and said with some self-reproach, “It’s been hard on Brother Fu.”
Song Fuge smiled softly and affectionately brushed a strand of hair from Jiang Jiuchu’s ear, “Jiuchu, don’t think wildly. Brother Fu is a man. It’s normal to do something insignificant for our common goal. How can you say it’s hard work?”
After he finished speaking, his eyes shifted, and he then said, “However, I have indeed been quite tired these past few days… I’m tired from missing Jiuchu. So, will Jiuchu let Brother Fu hold you for a while?”
Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes widened suddenly when she heard the last sentence. She never expected that the “hard work” he spoke of was like this…
She paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, her face flushed.
Seeing her nod, the corners of Song Fuge’s lips curled up, and he immediately pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. He felt his chest swell, breathing in her sweet scent, as if to sweep away the feeling of panic just now.
Jiang Jiuchu was a little out of breath from being embraced, but she didn’t struggle.
After a moment, Song Fuge released her from his arms, “Okay, go back!”
“Okay.” Jiang Jiuchu responded and ran out of the room shyly.
The smile on Song Fuge’s face slowly faded as she left. Instead, his eyes swirled with thoughts, and the hand resting on the coffee table clenched into a fist.
In the opposite box on the second floor, a knock on the door startled the master and servant who were intently staring at the downstairs gate.
A small maidservant hurried forward to open the door to the box, “May I ask who you are…”
Leng Da cupped his fist and glanced inside, then said, “My master is in the next box and has specially invited Miss Fan to come over for a chat.”
Fan Yuwan was stunned when she heard this. She didn’t understand why the owner of Mo Feng Pavilion would look for her. She asked doubtfully, “Does your master have any business with me?”
“Our master said he can solve Miss Fan’s worries.”
Fan Yuwan’s expression instantly froze. After a moment of stunned silence, she stood up and said, “Lead the way.”
Inside the next box, Fan Yuwan sized up the man in front of her. She didn’t expect the owner of Mo Feng Pavilion to be so young and handsome.
She took a step forward, “I don’t know what your master meant by those words…”
Song Fuge poured a cup of tea and placed it opposite her, “Miss Fan, please sit.”
Seeing her sit down, he went straight to the point, “I want to make a deal with Miss Fan.”
Fan Yuwan was very puzzled and didn’t understand what this person was plotting. What could she offer him in a deal?
“What kind of deal does the master want to make with me?”
Song Fuge turned the teacup in front of him, acting like a merchant seeking power, “I’ll help you become the Seventh Princess Consort, and you have your father give me some convenience in next year’s Imperial Examination.”
Fan Yuwan’s expression froze. She didn’t understand where this person saw her intentions. She wanted to refute him, but after thinking about it, she asked, “Why does the master sound so confident?”
Song Fuge smiled, “Miss Fan has been coming here every day these past few days, isn’t it to run into the Seventh Prince?”
“But in my opinion, this method is useless. By the time you say a word to him, he will have already married his princess consort.”
Song Fuge looked at Fan Yuwan, who looked somewhat astonished, and continued, “Let me tell you another piece of news. The Seventh Prince already has a candidate for princess consort.”
Fan Yuwan’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately asked, “Who?”
“Miss Fan, you don’t need to worry about this. I guarantee it’s true. If you don’t believe me, you can ask someone you trust to inquire with the Empress Dowager.”
Seeing that he didn’t seem to be lying, Fan Yuwan became a little anxious. Had the Seventh Prince really chosen someone else?
She was the top of the four famous talented women in Kyoto. Why didn’t the Seventh Prince choose her?
She looked at Song Fuge, her eyes showing more consideration, “What makes you think you can interfere?”
“I just happen to have something he wants, but in order not to make the Seventh Prince suspicious, we have to…”
After Song Fuge briefly explained the plan, he looked at Fan Yuwan, “What do you think? Do you want to do this deal or not? My request isn’t high. I just need your father to reveal the exam questions to me at that time.
Of course, if this matter fails, the deal will be void.”
“Okay, I can,” Fan Yuwan thought. She would let the person in front of her try. If it worked, she could marry the Seventh Prince this year. Even if she failed, she wouldn’t lose anything. In any case, she would benefit first.
“Miss Fan is indeed straightforward. As expected of the daughter of the Grand Tutor.”
Song Fuge wasn’t worried at all about whether she could fulfill her promise. Anyway, he was just finding a reason to make this deal so he could smoothly pull her out to confuse the issue.
He looked at the few figures who had stepped in through the door downstairs, and the corners of his mouth curled up. “It really is a case of speak of the devil. It seems Miss Fan has been waiting for him again today.”
Hearing this, Fan Yuwan immediately looked nervously downstairs. Dressed in flamboyant red clothes, unparalleled in splendor, was the man she had admired since she was a child. For him, she had been avoiding any princess selection occasions and rejecting many young masters from noble families.
How could he choose another woman? Besides herself, who else in this Kyoto city could match him?
She turned her head and gave Song Fuge a shallow bow, “Then it’s settled. As long as the master can make me the Seventh Princess Consort smoothly, I will never break my promise regarding the exam questions.”
After she said that, she turned around and quickly left.
Song Fuge picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip, but the fingers holding the cup were slightly pale.
He listened quietly to the footsteps coming up, his eyes gradually deepening, until the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer. He put down the cup, stood up, and walked out.