The brothel keeper stared speechlessly at Teng Lingfeng. Was something wrong with this man's head? Shouldn't he be concerned about who had poisoned him mute and sold him?
Instead, he was concerned that he had sold for only a thousand taels. His head really wasn't screwed on right!
The brothel keeper sneered inwardly, but kept a smile on his face as he said,
"Your Highness, that's already quite a lot. The price was only that high because you're a prince, and because it included these men with you. An ordinary man would fetch only twenty taels. Even an exceptionally handsome one would fetch thirty at most."
Teng Lingfeng wanted to strangle the old man before him, but his entire body was limp, without a shred of strength. He couldn't use any of his martial arts, so he knew he had been drugged with something else as well. He said,
"You knew who I was and still dared to buy us? You've certainly got some nerve!
"Now, give us the antidote and let us go. I'll pretend none of this ever happened and spare you. Otherwise..."
The brothel keeper's smile vanished, his expression turning utterly vicious as he said,
"Otherwise, what exactly do you intend to do?
"Have you ever heard this saying, Your Highness? Every trade has its own rules.
"Since you've entered our trade, you'll have to abide by our rules.
"Until you've earned me enough silver, don't even think about leaving."
"How dare you! How many heads do you have to spare, detaining a member of the imperial family..."
The brothel keeper couldn't be bothered to listen to his blustering. He took out the Mute Powder Song Yaoyao had given him, poured it into a cup of tea nearby, and stirred it. Then he had someone hold Teng