The Thirtieth Chapter

"Little Eight?"

"... I, I, I'm here..."

"What's wrong?"

"..." I've almost forgotten what I was going to say. Would she really say something like that?

She pursed her lips, finally finding her voice, "You... go ask them if they've... seen a man with a Persian Cat, dressed richly, and about your age..."

"..."

"... Go ahead."

"Um... I didn't hear you clearly. Little Eight, say it again."

"..." They whispered it right in my ear, how could I not hear them? "Ask them if they've seen a man with a Cat, about your age."

"I can't hear you clearly, please repeat."

"..." Was it her imagination? A blush gradually rose on the beautiful earlobe before her eyes, radiating heat that she could feel, making her whole body feel warm. He... it wasn't that he couldn't hear her; he deliberately wanted her to make more noise, to fill his ears, to let her breath out into his ear...

Someone on the street was actually flirting with her!

"Little Eight, please, one more time."

"... This is the last time."

"Um."

"No more, please."

"Good."

"You... go ask them if... if they've seen a man... with a white Persian Cat, dressed very richly, probably very richly, because the emperor wouldn't dress like a beggar, would he? His age... I've heard he's about your age, but I'm not sure, probably around the same age..."

Knowing his thoughts, knowing what he was enjoying, why tell him? Why indulge his childish demands? Why not just push him away? Why... deliberately drag out her words, making them sound so boring and dry, as if... she was also indulging in pleasure...

Lost in this moment...

Lost in the moment of leaning in and whispering in his ear...

He was captivated by the gentle whispers of her voice and breath that entered his ears, and felt a surge of warmth coursing through his heart...

Asking a question took almost half an hour. The girls of all colors in the Pink Pavilion stared wide-eyed as they watched two men in Confucian Robe whispering to each other for a long time. The handsome young man turned his head, his previous flirtatious expression vanishing. His dark hair cascaded down again, covering his almost flushed earlobes. His expression was indifferent as he opened his lips.

Have you ever seen a lazy, good-for-nothing scoundrel who wanders around brothels with his cat?

"Huh?! This is completely different from what I said. Please convey my meaning clearly!"

"As long as they can understand it, that's fine."

"How do you know they understand? If you keep talking like that, who's going to give you any clues?"

"Hmph, it's alright. This will suffice." Holding a silver note between his long fingers, Li Chenjing smiled faintly. "A reward will be given to those who have seen it."

After a moment of silence, suddenly--

"I've seen it before!"

"I've seen it! I've seen it! The silver notes are mine!"

"He should be mine! I've seen that young master before!"

"If you ask me, I've seen him before! That handsome young man who always comes with a Cat on his head!"

"The silver note is mine! That idiot, I've seen him before!! Right there at the Chunfen Pavilion — with the Courtesan Liu Rongrong!"

After a chaotic scramble, the answer was revealed in an instant.

It turns out that the current emperor is secretly meeting with Liu Rongrong, the most Courtesan in the Capital.

Having received the answer, Zhu Bafu suddenly stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at Li Chenjing with his preoccupied eyes.

Liu... Rongrong.

Wasn't that the person she had racked her brains to introduce him to?

He would have refused to yield, even at the cost of his life, and refused to go with her to uncover his past memories. But why, at this very moment, did he do it so effortlessly...?

Right now, Li Chenjing is just doing her a favor, unaware that the place where her memories are lost is with Liu Rongrong. As long as she doesn't say anything and takes him to the Chunfen Pavilion in a natural way, he won't notice anything. Then... he'll be able to see Liu Rongrong, then... he'll remember many things, then... he'll no longer be inexplicably obsessed with her, and then... she'll be completely free from Li Chenjing.

There's no need to fear rumors of Longyang, no need to fear being fired, and no need to waste words explaining that he doesn't love her.

It sounds like there are many benefits, but why does she seem a little reluctant to do it...?

What should she do? Should she take him with her?

Take him to see... the woman he truly loves... Liu Rongrong.

Author's Note:

I went to see the Warcraft movie today and got back a little late~~~~ The special effects were really good, but QAQ I've never played Warcraft, so it was a bit hard to get into the game. I wonder if Jian Three will ever be made into a movie someday, hahaha.

Chapter 31 (Chapter 30)

Chunfen Pavilion

It truly lives up to its reputation as the most elegant and prestigious Pink Pavilion in the Capital.

It's said that courtesans are heartless and ungrateful, and the Chunfen Pavilion is no exception. However, the women here not only sell their bodies and looks, but also their talents.

Playing musical instruments and singing are just the tip of the iceberg; composing poems and essays is no challenge for them either.

Rumors had long circulated that the Chunfen Pavilion was a night of revelry, and that even important military and national affairs were known there.

A single sentence suffices to explain what kind of people dare to frequent the Chunfen Pavilion. Those with power come here to show off, and those with talent come here to find kindred spirits. Because of this, the girls at the Chunfen Pavilion are always a bit more haughty than those in other brothels. Zhu Bafu knew perfectly well just how formidable Liu Rongrong was, managing to stand out among these proud and elegant beauties.