The Prince of Jin said calmly, "I understand."
Seeing that he remained unmoved, Song Jingyang became anxious.
He was not only a close attendant of the Prince of Jin of Jin, but also his wet nurse; his mother was the Prince of Prince of Jin's wet nurse, and the two grew up together.
It was because of this relationship that the Prince of Jin treated him with exceptional kindness.
Before he went to the capital, his mother repeatedly told him to keep a close eye on the prince and not let the prince be seduced by a little vixen, distracting him and affecting important matters.
Everything was fine until they met Tang Zhuyun.
At first, Song Jingyang did not classify Tang Zhuyun as a little devil. He even thought that with her father and brothers like that, she was practically a piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh.
But he later discovered that things weren't like that at all.
This Tang Zhuyun, she really... has no bottom line.
Pregnancy, male prostitutes, filial impiety... there's nothing Tang Zhuyun can't do, only things he can't imagine.
"Your Highness, Miss Yanran... I think she's almost fully recovered. Shall we return to the Prince's residence?"
"And then let her cry and scream, and have a high fever and convulsions at night?" the Prince of Jin asked rhetorically.
Song Jingyang: "..."
This despicable woman has Miss Yanran completely under her thumb.
Compared to the other women who had designs on the prince, Tang Zhuyun was the most insidious.
"From now on, broaden your horizons and don't just focus on women," said the Prince of Jin. "Look at Huaishang; she's already running errands for me and handling things independently, but you're still not up to par."
Song Jingyang scratched his head. "My mother said I'm just a dog with a strong will, incapable of doing anything serious, and that I should just serve the prince well."
That's why he was so wary of Tang Zhuyun.
--If he can't even serve the prince properly, then he's no better than a dog!
The Prince of Jin employed him, just as Tang Zhuyun employed Xiu'er, because he valued loyalty and also cherished old friendships.
"It's getting late, you should go and rest," said the Prince of Jin. "There are important matters to attend to tomorrow."
"Yes," Song Jingyang replied immediately, his expression serious.
The next morning at breakfast, Tang Zhuyun served Tang Baixin a bowl of porridge and asked, "Big brother, can you take a day off today and stay home to look after the two children?"
"Okay, I'm not busy lately," Tang Baixin to himself. "What are you going out to do?"
Tang Zhuyun chuckled, then, seeing the two children looking up at her, swallowed her explanation and mumbled, "Something came up, I'll be back in a bit."
Be careful.
"Um."
Tang Baixin looked at her still swollen face, feeling worried and distressed. "Why isn't your face better yet?"
Alright, what's there for her dad to worry about?
"It's okay, my skin is delicate, it doesn't hurt anymore," Tang Zhuyun said shamelessly.
After eating, she put on her veil and went out, finding the Spring Outing House where Qingfeng was based on her memory.
"This name is quite fitting," Tang Zhuyun muttered to herself, looking up at the plaque.
Last time, it was the original owner of this body who came, but she was kicked out before she even entered the door. This time, however, she was triumphant and was respectfully invited in by Qingfeng's servant.
It was Tang Zhuyun's first time in such a place, so she was inevitably a little nervous and curious, but she didn't want to show her timidity, so she followed the servant and pretended to be calm as she walked inside.
"Miss Tang, Young Master Qingfeng is waiting for you inside."
Tang Zhuyun pushed open the door and saw Qingfeng sitting in front of the dressing table in her undergarments, her black hair hanging down her back. She was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, her posture languid, her eyes slightly upturned, exuding charm.
"Miss Tang, you've arrived so early." Qingfeng stood up and smiled at her.
Tang Zhuyun: "You were quite busy last night?"
The bedding was all brand new and neatly arranged, probably just made. Luckily, we didn't run into any of his clients.
"I should have been busy, but I thought you were coming, so I declined," Qingfeng said. "Thanks to you, young lady, my business is now unique in the area."
He instructed the servant to bring tea and snacks.
Tang Zhuyun: "Your competition is quite fierce?"
Unexpectedly, her medicine became Qingfeng's core competitive advantage.
"Actually, the money I'm giving you now is 60%. Since you're here today, I'd like to sign a contract with you, so that from now on, this medicine will only be supplied to me, and I can give you 70% in return. How about that?"
Tang Zhuyun shook her head.
Qingfeng's face showed a hint of eagerness. "We can discuss the terms slowly..."
"What I mean is, I can supply you with 70% of it. But I can't sign a contract, because I'm afraid it will give people something to talk about later. We can only rely on mutual trust. What do you think?"
"Alright." Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said cheerfully, "I trust you, young lady."
"I can't stay any longer," Tang Zhuyun said. "Where's the person I asked you to find?"
A few days ago, she had already told Qingfeng her request through her servant, asking him to help her find someone.
"It's already here with me. I'll have her come to see you."
Tang Zhuyun removed her veil, eliciting a gasp from Qingfeng, which she brushed aside with nonchalance.
While the servant went to fetch someone, Qingfeng laughed again, "Miss's request is a bit strange. Why would you want an older courtesan?"
He was too embarrassed to say it yet, but Tang Zhuyun specifically emphasized that he needed to be good in bed, know how to please men, and also have a fiery personality.
Could it be that Tang Zhuyun was to learn a skill before marrying into the royal family?
Regardless of the reason, Qingfeng dutifully followed her instructions completely.
Seeing that Tang Zhuyun remained silent, he cautiously said, "You can certainly use her, but it's best to forget about bringing her into the Prince's mansion. She's twenty-six years old this year, but the skills of a courtesan are far beyond your reach."
Tang Zhuyun: "... Me, use her?"
"Actually, I suggest you don't use her. If you want to learn the arts of the bedroom, I can do that too."
Tang Zhuyun had just taken a sip of tea when she spat it all out.
"Really," Qingfeng said earnestly, "I actually accept both male and female customers."
Tang Zhuyun: "Stop, stop! You need to stop right now. You're much scarier than women; you're the kind of man who can steal a man from a woman!"
Qingfeng laughed heartily, then said self-deprecatingly, "Just a plaything."
"Are there toys worth mountains of gold and silver?"
Qingfeng chuckled again, "If I had known you were so interesting, I should have gotten to know you sooner."
"I understand. No one with no money should come through this door."
Just then, the servant led a woman in.
The woman was indeed around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a beautiful face. However, perhaps due to long-term use of makeup, there were already fine lines around her eyes that she couldn't hide. Even so, she was still a beauty.
She was very obedient, kneeling down to pay her respects to Tang Zhuyun and Qingfeng as soon as she entered.
"Nujia Jiahong greets Young Master Qingfeng and the young lady."
Qingfeng didn't tell her to get up, but said to Tang Zhuyun, "Miss, her indenture is in my hands. If you like it, you can take it with you as a gift; if you don't like it, I'll resell it."
Jiahong immediately kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Please, young lady, let me stay!"
Compared to an unknown fate, this girl in front of me at least doesn't seem like a bad person.
"Your Highness! That's not Tang..."
On the third floor opposite, the window was half-open, and Song Jingyang was extremely surprised to see the scene.