Half an hour later, Su Mu returned to the rear courtyard of the South City Government Office and handed a freshly transcribed musical score to the courtesan, Xiang Dajia.
"You've got some moves, Brother Mu!"
Watching the courtesan, Xiang Dajia, leave to prepare with a serious expression, Wang Guan gave Su Mu a suggestive look and a thumbs-up.
Su Mu's expression was calm.
"What a grandstanding buffoon!"
The Minister sneered. "He thinks he can grab Xiang Dajia's attention with some random musical score. He doesn't realize this will only make him a laughingstock, revealing his ignorance and shallowness."
"What's that, old man? Are you saying Brother Mu is going to win Xiang Dajia's favor tonight?"
Wang Guan asked.
The Minister's expression froze. 'How on earth did you get that from what I said?'
The butler and Wang Lai covered their faces, speechless. They'd been through this kind of embarrassment so many times, they were already used to it.
