Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Bailu sniffed. So, Prince Zi didn’t like women. That was easy. She had a solution for that.

°Ah Luo, let’s go.” Gu Bailu walked out of the restaurant. Biting a chicken leg, Ah Luo followed her and asked, “Where are we going, my lady?”

Gu Bailu stopped and said to Ah Luo solemnly, “Call me… sir, in the future.”

Holding the chicken leg, Ah Luo was stunned.

When Gu Bailu walked out of the clothes store, she saw the intimidating black-armored guards at the entrance.

“Prince Zi’s nose is sharper than that of a dog. He found me so quickly.”

“Miss Gu, you better come with us obediently.”

Gu Bailu snapped, “No, Miss Gu Bailu is dead. Standing before you now is Mr. Gu. Call me Mr. Gu in the future!”

Qin Shou: “…”

It wasn’t until Gu Bailu arrived at Prince Zi’s house that she understood what true extravagance meant.

Nothing in the house was valuable. All the decorations were low-key. But it was this rare, una.s.suming profile that was even more invaluable.

This sort of unostentatious extravagance was always more shocking than the showoffs.

Gu Bailu realized that the random plants in the house might be priceless.

The floor was made entirely of the best jade.

The father of Feng Qingtian, or Prince Zi, was the current emperor’s blood brother. He was strong, smart and ambitious. If he hadn’t died so young, the Southern Glory Empire would’ve had a different sovereign.

It was a pity that he had such a twisted son.

Did Feng Qingtian hate women so much because they had tortured him in his last life?