The Song of the Pipa
After hearing Wang Yue's question, Mu Zhuohua turned to look at him, her brows knitted as she said very seriously, "I just used your prescription to test Miss Song. She's so beautiful; she must have been a great beauty when she was young, and surely very popular in the brothels. But even someone like her can't afford the prescription you wrote. Aren't the women in brothels supposed to make a lot of money?"
Wang Yue wasn't sure. After all, every brothel was different. But based on his experience of traveling through so many worlds, he guessed, "Most of their earnings go to the brothel, but they also get to keep the special rewards from their wealthy patrons. I'd guess Song Yun has the money to buy her freedom, but it's her last resort. Unless her life is at stake, she probably wouldn't want to spend it."
His guess made the newly betrothed Mu Zhuohua suspicious. She studied Wang Yue for a while before asking seriously, "How do you know so much about brothel women? Do you go there often?"
Wang Yue was speechless. He hadn't meant to talk himself into a corner. He could tell Mu Zhuohua was starting to care about him, and he didn't want her to misunderstand.
After all, he had visited a brothel in the past. He hurried to explain, "Zhuohua, you've got the wrong idea. It's like this: years ago, at Xunyang Wharf, I happened to hear a poem called 'The Song of the Pipa.' It was so moving that I learned a little about the lives of brothel women."
Mu Zhuohua looked a little strange. A martial artist claiming he understood poetry and found it moving? Even she, a scholar, couldn't remember much poetry!
Thinking Wang Yue was lying,