The Prince of Jin walked to the window, looked out, and frowned.
They weren't close enough to hear what they were saying, but it was clear that Tang Zhuyun and Qingfeng were sitting opposite each other, with a woman kneeling beside them, undressing herself and moving closer to Qingfeng.
Tang Zhuyun: "No need, no need!"
Qingfeng just ordered Jiahong to take off her clothes so he could inspect the goods. This was too humiliating. Although Tang Zhuyun was not a saint, as a woman herself, she couldn't bear to see such a scene.
Qingfeng shook his head. "Miss, you should keep this indenture to yourself."
Only Tang Zhuyun is good can their business last.
Having worked in brothels for over a decade, Jiahong was exceptionally skilled at reading people. She immediately kowtowed to Tang Zhuyun and crawled over on her knees, saying, "This servant knows how to serve people; I can massage their feet and legs."
"No need," Tang Zhuyun said. "I don't need you to serve me. I want you to serve someone else."
Jiahong was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Whom does the young lady wish me to serve?"
Qingfeng coldly said, "Slap him!"
Jiahong was stunned for a moment, but intimidated by Qingfeng's aura, she immediately raised her hand and began slapping herself repeatedly without holding back.
Song Jingyang: "She came here to bully people!"
The Prince of Jin narrowed his eyes.
This time, Tang Zhuyun remained silent, knowing that Qingfeng was establishing her authority.
She didn't understand Jiahong, so she had to listen to Qingfeng.
After a while, when Jiahong was swollen, Qingfeng finally called a halt, asking with a forced smile, "What did you do wrong?"
"Master is speaking, and this servant should not interrupt. Whoever Master commands this servant to serve, this servant will serve." Jiahong lowered her eyes and behaved obediently.
"Since Miss Tang is here, I don't want to frighten a young unmarried woman like her. Otherwise, I'll give you a cat as a reward. You should know what's what..."
"I dare not, I dare not again." Jiahong kowtowed repeatedly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Tang Zhuyun, puzzled but not asking, said, "How about I take her back first to try? If it doesn't work out, I'll return her, okay?"
"If it's returned and I lose face, you know how I'll treat you," Qingfeng warned Jiahong.
"Yes, yes, I know, I wouldn't dare. I will definitely serve you well, and I will obey your every command."
Qingfeng then looked at Tang Zhuyun: "Miss, should we let her demonstrate her skills in serving men?"
Jiahong was startled, and immediately took off her clothes as soon as she heard him speak.
Tang Zhuyun: "No need, let her go down first."
The servant led Jiahong away, and Tang Zhuyun breathed a sigh of relief before angrily scolding Qingfeng, "Were you doing that on purpose just now?!"
Qingfeng laughed loudly, "I'm just helping the young lady establish her authority; I'm afraid you won't be able to control her in the future."
"I don't need to worry about her," Tang Zhuyun muttered. "Thank you, I'll definitely give you the money."
"No need for thanks, it's just a hundred or eighty taels of silver," Qingfeng said. "But please don't come directly to me next time. I can handle things for you perfectly well, but I'm really afraid that the Prince will find out about this. I'm getting chills down my neck right now."
As they were talking, Tang Zhuyun suddenly felt something Mianmian on her leg. Looking down, she saw a snow-white puppy playing with her trouser leg.
"Madam Ye, stop fooling around," Qingfeng said with a smile.
"Madam Ye?"
"Yes, its name is Ye, and my surname is Ye," Qingfeng said.
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
You have some rather unusual tastes; you could even bring yourself to touch such a tiny puppy.
Madam Ye seemed to really like Tang Zhuyun; she bit down on Tang's trouser leg and wouldn't let go, rubbing against her as if she wanted to go with her.
Qingfeng called to her but she wouldn't listen. She could only squat down in front of Tang Zhuyun and pull it, but she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of breaking its little teeth. The dog and its owner were locked in a stalemate.
From Song Jingyang's perspective, he could only see Qingfeng peeking out from about halfway up Tang Zhuyun's body, his head either bobbing up and down or remaining still.
What are those two doing?!
The Prince of Jin said coldly, "Take action."
"Ah? Oh, yes, Your Highness!" Song Jingyang rushed out first, "You lot, go!"
After struggling for a while without winning against Madam Ye, Qingfeng simply sat down on the ground and said, "Madam Ye, castration warning."
Tang Zhuyun: "What? It's a male dog?"
"Of course it's a male dog, I'll show you if you don't believe me."
As they spoke, Qingfeng turned the relentless Madam Ye around, her belly facing upwards, "Look..."
Tang Zhuyun covered her eyes. "Who wants to see this! This is indecent!"
"If you want to look, then look. What are you trying to see through your fingers?" Qingfeng exposed her.
"Bang—" The door was kicked open, and seven or eight tall, masked men rushed in. "Golden Scale Guard on duty!"
Qingfeng was stunned, then stood up, bowed, and said, "I didn't know you gentlemen would grace Spring Outing House with your presence; I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly..."
Tang Zhuyun: The Golden Scale Guard? Aren't they the Prince of Prince of Jin's men?
Startled, Madam Ye jumped up and buried herself in Tang Zhuyun's arms.
Tang Zhuyun: She really is loved by everyone and even dogs love her.
Apart from the Prince of Jin and his servant, they were worse than dogs.
For example, even now, despite wearing a mask, she recognized that the master and servant were actually mixed in with the crowd.
She needed to go back and brush up on the current laws—if a fiancé catches his fiancée—no, even if she's a concubine visiting a brothel—would he really be punished by being thrown into a pig cage?
She sat calmly, but inside she was panicking—would she be beaten if she explained to the Prince of Jin that she had bought him a concubine?
"Search!" someone coldly ordered. It wasn't the Prince of Jin of Jin's voice, nor Song Jingyang's. A commotion erupted both inside and outside the house.
Tang Zhuyun: "Qingfeng, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Hold your wife tight. By the way, can I take my people with me?"
Qingfeng looked at the Golden Scale Guard, and seeing that no one spoke, he forced a word, "My lords, this is my friend. It's her first time here. If there's nothing else, perhaps she could leave first?"
No one objected, and Tang Zhuyun slipped away as fast as she could.
She called Jiahong as they went downstairs, and together they practically fled.
Back home, she was still in shock, cursing under her breath, thinking, "Why is Prince of Jin's ghost haunting me everywhere?"
What was he doing at the brothel? It couldn't have been to arrest him, could it?
No way, she's not that important.
Was he going there for Qingfeng?
Did he have evil intentions after seeing Qingfeng naked last time?
No way!
Why not!
Tang Zhuyun was torn between two conflicting emotions, while Jiahong stood behind her, secretly observing the Tang Residence and thinking to herself, "This family doesn't seem very well-off..."
"Jiahong," Tang Zhuyun said calmly, "I want to send you to the countryside..."
Jiahong knelt down with a thud, trembling but not daring to utter a word of protest.
Tang Zhuyun ignored her and continued, "My grandmother is ill, and my grandfather needs someone to take care of him. I give the family two hundred taels of silver every year. If you have the ability to win over my grandfather, you can get the silver for yourself. I don't care about anything else."
"But my grandmother cannot die, and I cannot allow this family disgrace to occur—that's the bottom line!"
"Country folks are ignorant, and your methods are a waste of your talents. But no one can bully you, so you're not aggrieved by this life."
"In a few years, you can adopt whomever you want. I won't tell them your true identity; you'll just be a perfectly innocent old maid. But the contract of indenture will remain in my possession."