A man dressed in a dark blue robe sat cross-legged behind a low desk on a wooden platform, facing the direction of the bookshelves, deeply engrossed in writing something.
Apparently noticing Gu Jiao’s shadow cast on the ground, he lifted his head to reveal a young face distinguished and handsome, and he slightly smiled, "Are you a young friend of Master Meng?"
Gu Jiao nodded, "Yes, my surname is Xiao."
"Please take a seat," he gestured towards the round cushion that had just been arranged opposite him, "You may call me Ye Qing, Young Master Xiao."
Gu Jiao sat down opposite Ye Qing, the eldest disciple.
Ye Qing’s robe was slightly different from those of the other National Master Hall disciples, signaling his prominent status within the hall.
He possessed a refined and ethereal quality, his smile was inviting yet not one you would dare to approach too closely.
It was a sense of distance that was just right.
Ye Qing set down his brush and paper, and a disciple brought over a basin of water for him to wash his hands.
His hands were actually very clean, but washing them before pouring tea for a guest was a matter of etiquette.
The disciple withdrew.
He personally poured tea for Gu Jiao, and also poured a cup for himself, then with a smile, he asked, "May I inquire why Young Master Xiao is visiting the National Master Hall?"
Gu Jiao looked at him and said, "My younger brother suffers from a heart condition that requires surgery."
"Heart surgery?" Ye Qing pondered for a moment, "Indeed, our National Master Hall excels in medical science, but such a major operation is beyond the ability of ordinary physicians."
Gu Jiao’s eyes moved slightly, she felt she saw hope for Gu Yan, "So your National Master Hall is capable of carrying out such complex surgery?"
Ye Qing replied with a smile, "My master can. His medical skills are exemplary, he once performed heart surgery on a patient."
Gu Jiao asked, "Was the surgery successful?"
Ye Qing was taken aback.
"Never mind, it’s nothing," Gu Jiao waved her hand, changing the subject, "When does the National Master return?"
"Ah," Ye Qing came back to his senses and said, "My master instructed before he left that he would return in at least twenty days, and at the latest, a month and a half."
A month and a half was not too long, Gu Yan’s condition could endure that wait.
This trip to the National Master Hall had been much smoother than Gu Jiao had anticipated; not only had she gained entry into the hall, confirmed the existence of the Operating Room, but she also obtained permission to use it.
...
Gu Jiao thanked Ye Qing and left the National Master Hall escorted by a disciple.
She got into the carriage and weighed the Token in her hand, remarking, "I never expected this identity of the Chess Sage of the Six Kingdoms to be so useful."
Old Master Meng straightened his old back silently and snorted.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Prime Minister's Darling