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"Alright, she's just a worker. Without the boss showing up, killing her would be pointless."
Gu Tao propped his leg on the table, leaning comfortably against the wall, stuffing pieces of pastry from the plate into his mouth. Beside him, Xin Chen was threatening the girl with a sword... Well, to put it one way, the girl was probably about twenty-three or twenty-four. In today's terms, she would still be a youngster fresh out of university, but in an era where the average age for a woman to marry was thirteen or fourteen, she definitely qualified as an old maid.
She was the ostensible owner of Anxiang Tower, a renowned talent of Chang'an. It was said that she excelled at the four arts of zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting, and even had a good relationship with Princess Taiping. Normally, the visitors to Anxiang Tower were all dignitaries, and although it was officially a tavern and teahouse, in reality...it was Chang'an's very own heaven on earth, and this girl was its madam.
