Chapter 70 - Gorgeous Doctor (17) (2/2)
These people all gathered outside the inn, blocking the way. She suspected that within a short time, the inn owner would come up to drive them away for making trouble.
Ming Shu didn’t give a certain answer, and Hui Xue didn’t dare to ask again. Normally, the Miss was a reasonable and insightful master, except before, when she was obeying Bai Yanran’s orders weirdly.
And recently, the Miss was still a bit weird, smiling more and eating more, but at least the former reasonable and insightful Miss had come back.
The Miss would tell her when she had made a decision.
Hui Xue was still a blind fan of her Miss. Poor innocent girl, she would never have thought her Miss had long been replaced by another person.
“Oh, right, Miss, here’s the invitation sent by Drunken Flower Pavilion.” Hui Xue remembered and took out a gilded invitation card covered in carved flower patterns from her sleeve to hand to Ming Shu.
Three enlarged words, Drunken Flower Pavilion , were particularly prominent on the invitation.
Drunken Flower Pavilion?
Inviting her?
What, does he want to grab my snack again?
Ming Shu opened the invitation with her index finger; nothing strange was written on it. It was only inviting Ming Shu to attend the opening ceremony of Drunken Flower Pavilion ten days from now.
Well, Ming Shu just destroyed his place, and now he was going to open another already?
Are the rich people now all willful like this?
Impressive.
Ming Shu turned over the invitation again and again, suspecting it may hide some unknown message. But it truly was just an invitation. She turned back to Hui Xue and asked uncertainly, “He’s inviting me to destroy his new place?”
Hui Xue was a little shocked and carefully said, “Well, I think it’s more like he’s showing off.”
Wasn’t he saying, You worked hard to destroy my place, but I could just open another one in an instant . And he should be so generous to send an invitation to the Miss. If this was not showing off, what else could it be?
Ming Shu fell into silence for a moment. “What’s the grudge between Death Valley and Drunken Flower Pavilion?”
It might be a coincidence that the man had taken the egg; perhaps he needed its force. But after that, his disdainful tone and provocations both seemed to hint at something. If the two groups were not enemies to each other, then that man was definitely playing stupid.
Hui Xue frowned as she searched her memories. “As far as I know, there shouldn’t be such a thing. But I don’t know too much about some stuff in the Valley. Everyone knows the Drunken Flower Pavilion is a brothel, but it also dabbles in many other industries. It’s an extremely large force. No one dares to disrespect it willfully.”
“Is he very powerful?” Before, Ming Shu had fought with that man, and he indeed was disadvantaged. He didn’t seem to have hidden his real strength.
“Not exactly, I heard his force is not strong. But he practices an odd technique which can control people’s hearts and minds. The controlled person will do whatever they are told and has no means to rebel, it’s frightening.”
Ming Shu thought of the man’s appearance before, and she was suddenly covered in goosebumps all over.
Drunken Flower Pavilion, this force was mentioned in the story several times, but it wasn’t the main point. Later in the plot, it didn’t appear at all. Apparently the Pavilion and its master were not important.
“What’s his name?”
“Qing Chen, everyone called him Lord Qing Chen or Master Qing Chen.”
“His image doesn’t exactly match his name.” How could that man use the nameQing Chen , his appearance had nothing to do with “unworldly,” it was a total waste. Ming Shu pushed the invitation to the edge of the table using her index finger, and as she lifted her finger the invitation dropped to the ground. Ming Shu then smiled slightly. “It must be a final dinner, too dangerous, I’m not going.”
She was a party person.
However, the man had a criminal record of grabbing her snacks, she’d better not go there.
I have to resist the temptation.
Everything can be sacrificed except my snacks.