Prince of Jin stood there, listening to Nanny Rong talk for almost an hour.
Nanny Rong could no longer stand and had to lean against the wall, her face covered in tears.
She cried out, "Your Highness, this old servant is so sorry."
The Prince of Jin had a cold expression.
However, if Tang Zhuyun were there, she would definitely notice that he was actually trying his best to control his emotions.
Nanny Rong was talking about was his background.
Nanny Rong knelt on the ground. "This old servant begs you, please go and see the Imperial Concubine! The Imperial Concubine is truly ill!"
The Prince of Jin knew this meant the conversation was over.
Nanny Rong has blocked him so openly, she must have a reason to explain herself when she gets back.
He said coldly, "Tell her that we never need to see each other again!"
The day he went to find Noble Consort Jia was probably the day he took her life!
If what Nanny Rong said to him today is true, then that day will surely come!
Prince of Jin emerged from the palace, and a guard led his horse forward, respectfully asking, "Your Highness, are you returning to your residence?"
The question, which I initially thought was unnecessary but had to be asked, had an unexpected answer.
The Prince of Jin said, "I will not return."
Guard: "Then, Your Highness, where shall we go?"
The Prince of Jin said, "Just follow."
The guards dared not speak again, and followed closely after the Prince of Jin mounted his horse.
The Prince of Jin rode very fast, as if there was something he was eager to accomplish, even displaying the same spirit he had shown during his long-distance raids in the past.
However, when he stopped, the guards, panting, caught up, only to find that they had arrived at—
Male escort service?
The guards didn't understand, but they were greatly shocked.
What happened to Your Highness in the palace that caused you to become so despondent?
No way!
Remembering Song Jingyang's instructions during the "handover" before leaving—you must help the prince stop those seductive and shameless women, ensure the prince is "clean," and not be disliked by the empress.
When a prince gets angry, he can ask the princess to put out the fire; but when the princess gets angry, the sky will fall on the prince's palace.
But Song Jingyang didn't tell him how to respond when the prince took the initiative to get close to him.
To stop or not to stop?
It's agonizing; either way, it's a death sentence.
The Prince of Jin gave him no time to hesitate, throwing the reins over and striding inside.
Guard: "... Your Highness!"
The Prince of Jin said, "Wait here!"
The guard, gripping the reins, paced anxiously in circles.
What should we do?
What happened to Your Highness from the Emperor?
Qingfeng was holding his wife—his beloved dog—on the couch, grooming it. When he heard that Prince of Jin had arrived, he quickly put the dog down, stood up to tidy his clothes, and went outside to greet him.
Madam Ye was displeased. She gritted her teeth, biting the pillow on the couch, and scratched at the expensive orangutan felt beneath her.
Before Qingfeng could even leave, Prince of Jin had already reached the door.
"Your Highness, why have you come in person today?" Qingfeng bowed respectfully, his heart pounding with anxiety.
He felt he had been quite diligent and conscientious lately, occasionally finding enjoyment in his work, so how did he end up attracting this powerful figure?
He now not only manages this brothel, but also the brothel across the street.
It truly offers both male and female versions, catering to all tastes.
This is the most understated yet luxurious den of iniquity in Beijing.
The Prince of Jin said that he was in a bad mood, his mind was not working, and he was doing whatever came to mind.
He said, "Find me a woman."
Qingfeng was taken aback, inwardly groaning.
Could it be that he had a quarrel with the Princess and wanted revenge?
He wouldn't dare do such a thing.
Once the two reconcile, won't the princess tear him apart?
Qingfeng was still wary of Tang Zhuyun's fierceness.
He was completely naked. Whether she admired it or was shy, she ended up grabbing a kitchen knife and slashing his genitals...
Qingfeng never wanted to repeat that painful memory.
"Your Highness, what is the purpose of finding a woman?" Qingfeng deliberately stalled for time, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.
"What good is what I'm looking for here?" the Prince of Jin said impatiently. "Find someone who can serve others and is clean!"
"Then, would you like a courtesan?" Qingfeng asked timidly.
The Prince of Jin paused for a moment. "No, I want someone who knows how to serve others."
"Then, Your Highness, will you stay here... or take him away?"
"Take her away!" Prince of Jin added after a moment's thought, "Take her trusted confidante, someone who keeps her mouth shut! After it's done, send her out of the capital."
Qingfeng: Does it have to be like this?
The Princess Consort is indeed intolerant.
But given all this, should we still bother looking?
Your Highness, wouldn't it be alright if you went back and calmed down?
Despite inwardly complaining, Qingfeng dared not utter a word of "no," and gritted her teeth, saying, "I'll go find it right away."
He left the room, Prince of Jin was in a state of unease, his face dark and gloomy.
Madam Ye fell silent, cowering in the corner of the couch, looking at Prince of Jin cautiously and pitifully.
A moment later, Qingfeng hurriedly entered with a woman.
The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes and white teeth. She looked as if she had just woken up and had been brought here without dressing up.
"Your Highness, this is my sworn sister, Qiaoniang. She has been redeemed from her servitude and will leave the capital after the New Year."
Prince of Jin: "?"
Having been redeemed, why are they still coming back?
"I want a woman to serve men!"
"This servant can do it," Qiaoniang hurriedly knelt down and said, "This servant has always made a living in this industry. My sworn brother has been incredibly kind to me; he also said that this matter is for the Prince's benefit and must not be revealed in the slightest. So please let this servant do it."
Qingfeng said that he was also having a hard time.
Others might really use serving the prince as a status symbol or a stepping stone... and then he wouldn't be able to survive.
Qiaoniang was different. Because he had saved her life, Zidu when he heard that she wanted to leave.
Therefore, Qiaoniang was extremely grateful and the most trustworthy choice.
The Prince of Jin said, "Then it's you. Come with me."
"Yes!"
With Prince of Jin in front, Qiaoniang nodded to Qingfeng and quickly followed Prince of Jin out with small, quick steps.
Qiaoniang rode in a small sedan chair, following behind the Prince of Jin.
Tang Zhuyun slept for a long time during her afternoon nap, and when she woke up, the sun was almost setting.
There was no way around it; the men she had just released were like hungry wolves. She was exhausted and needed to catch up on her sleep.
Seeing that she was awake, Xiu'er said, "Your Highness, what would you like to eat tonight? This servant will go and prepare the dishes."
She was holding a rag and standing on tiptoe to wipe the display shelf.
Tang Zhuyun yawned and said, "Eat your fill and then go to sleep. If you're still hungry, you'll be a pig. Be careful not to strain your back!"
"It's alright, I know what I'm doing!" Xiu'er said before she could ask, "The Prince hasn't returned yet."
Tang Zhuyun: "Does Your Majesty intend to invite him to stay for dinner?"
"You're right!" Xiu'er said, "You forgot, the Emperor is entertaining the envoys tonight!"
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
I don't want to talk, I'm so tired.
Going to court before dawn and keeping people until midnight—that's not how you use a donkey.
It seems the Emperor is reluctant to release them!
Xiu'er muttered, "Zong Heng is here. He said he's been looking for you and has been waiting for a long time. Why are those siblings so persistent today?"