Саlling а woman lоwlу wаs аlrеady a hаrsh insult, but whо would havе thought the реrsоn bеfоrе her wouldn't fеel the slightest bit of shame аnd wоuld evеn arguе sо соnfidentlу! Yi Zhаngzhu сhоkеd on hеr breath, loоking аt her in disbеlief.
Are аll women in brоthels this shamеlеss?
Sun Li sееmеd tо bе in a dazе, grоaning in раin. Yi Zhаngzhu grew еven аngriеr upon hеаring this and wаved her hand, sаying, "Takе this grоuр of рeoplе bасk to thе уаmеn fоr invеstigatiоn!"
Мamа Jin pаnicked, аnd Feng Yuе frоwnеd as wеll. Guаrds саme forward tо restrain her, but she didn't resist. Instеad, she askеd, "Since уou didn't саtch thе perpetrator on the spot, nor do you have an official arrest warrant from the yamen, are you arresting people just because you're wearing this suit of armor, Miss Yi?"
Yi Zhangzhu looked at her, puzzled. "Sun Li came to redeem you and ended up like this. What's wrong with me arresting you and sending you to the yamen?"
For someone who is, after all, the daughter of the General's Mansion, doesn't she even know the basic rules and procedures? Feng Yue sighed. "Arrest me if it pleases you."
Even if it wasn't lawful, given her noble status, no one would likely blame her.
"What's going on here?" someone asked calmly from the railing on the third floor.
Yi Zhangzhu looked up and saw Yin Gezhi, startling her. "Brother Yin? What are you doing here?"
Hearing Yi Zhangzhu's voice, Yin Gezhi frowned and took a closer look downstairs before turning and walking down. He stopped in front of her and asked, "Why are you dressed like this?"
Looking down at her armor, Yi Zhangzhu blushed slightly and mumbled, "Coming to a place like this, wearing women's clothing isn't very convenient. I thought wearing this would be better."
After a moment of silence, Yin Gezhi didn't say much else. He glanced at Sun Li beside him and said, "I was the one who broke his arms."
Startled, Yi Zhangzhu stared at him wide-eyed. "You... Brother Yin! How did Sun Li offend you?!"
"He didn't offend me," Yin Gezhi replied calmly, clasping his hands behind his back. "I saw that he was honest and hardworking but always toiling away. I felt some pity for him, so I broke his arms. From now on, he won't have to work anymore and can live comfortably at home for the rest of his life."
Then, he looked at Yi Zhangzhu and asked, "Isn't that for his own good?"
How could this possibly be for his own good? Yi Zhangzhu frowned, wanting to argue, but she opened her mouth only to blush again.
She had been using this very reasoning to persuade Sun Li to redeem Feng Yue. Now, she couldn't very well say this wasn't for his own good—wouldn't that be slapping herself in the face?
Swallowing her anger, Yi Zhangzhu's eyes reddened, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Whatever Brother Yin says must be right. Since it's your 'benevolence,' I won't argue. I'll just leave."
With that, she turned and ran.
"Zhangzhu," Yin Gezhi called out. Two words, light as a feather, yet they struck Feng Yue's heart like a heavy stone.
Just listen to how he called her—so different from the stiff tone he used with others, carrying a hint of helplessness and even a touch of indulgence. After calling her, he immediately ran after her.
Oh, this chase—what a display of affection, flirting, and shamelessness!
Rolling her eyes, Feng Yue brushed off her skirt and turned to walk upstairs.
The onlookers, including Duanxian, snapped out of their daze and began chattering: "Was that the eldest daughter of the Yi family? No other woman could make such a grand entrance. What did she call that young master just now? Brother Yin?"
Weiyun gasped sharply. "Yin? That surname is the royal surname of the Wei Kingdom!"Among those with the surname of the Wei Kingdom's royal family in Wu Kingdom's Shadowless City, there was only one person—the First Prince Yin.
The hearts of several girls all skipped a beat, and they all turned their gazes toward Feng Yue.
Feng Yue lowered her eyes and walked slowly up the stairs, as if nothing had happened, moving with a seductive and graceful elegance.
Duanxian gritted her teeth, her tone dripping with jealousy: "So what if it’s him? Someone of his status coming to a place like ours can only mean he’s tired of delicacies and wants to taste some plain pickles. See? As soon as Miss Yi left, didn’t he immediately chase after her? I’ve never seen him treat anyone else so well."
"After all, there’s a difference in status—one is a flower in the heavens, the other is mud on the ground. It’s pitiful how some people mistake a fleeting performance for the real thing, only to end up with nothing. That’s truly pitiful."
Turning and heading up to the third floor, Feng Yue flashed a smile at the others: "If you sisters are worried about me, there’s no need. At least I’ve saved enough for my funeral expenses."
Serving someone like him, the rewards she received were equivalent to what they earned from serving ten others. Sympathy for her? Was it necessary?
Her words left Duanxian and the others speechless. Feng Yue lifted her chin, proud as a peacock that had just won a fight, entered her room, and closed the door.
"That little wretch!" Duanxian gnashed her teeth in frustration. "Isn’t there any way to teach her a lesson?"
"What can we do…" Weiyun sighed. "Let’s prepare ourselves properly. That lord coming here doesn’t necessarily mean he only has eyes for Feng Yue."
Thinking it made sense, Duanxian hurried back to her room to practice the zither diligently.
The room fell quiet. Feng Yue casually kicked off her shoes, her snow-white feet stepping onto the carpet and then onto the windowsill behind the soft couch. She retrieved the wine hidden in the cabinet, leaned against the window, and drank straight from the bottle.
Daytime was supposed to be the time for people like her to sleep. Since there were no guests anyway, she might as well drink and sleep well.
The red gauze robe was cumbersome. Feng Yue frowned, untied her belt, and let the outer robe slip loosely from her shoulders, revealing a few faint scars. Her skin was as white as snow, the red robe as fiery as flames. Wine spilled from the hollow of her shoulder, trickling into the deep crevice, utterly alluring.
She wasn’t trying to seduce anyone, nor was she in the mood for it. It was just that whenever she felt unhappy in the past, she liked to drink like this. Her father would always scold her for being unruly, asking why she couldn’t drink properly instead of climbing onto the windowsill.
Now, no one was around to control her anymore! Not wearing shoes didn’t matter, being disheveled didn’t matter, drinking heavily didn’t matter!
Chuckling softly, Feng Yue took another swig of wine. The hand holding the bottle ached slightly, but the pain was nothing. At most, she could use it to gain sympathy in front of men. When truly alone, she could still use this hand, even if it felt as if her bones were shattered.
Drunk and dazed, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray, Feng Yue let out a drunken hiccup, closed the window, and went back to sleep.
In her dream, someone was tearing at her clothes, ferocious as a lion. Feng Yue waved her hand impatiently, but her hands were bound and held tight. All she could do was kick—with a sudden lift of her leg, she sent the person flying, then hugged her pillow and continued sleeping.
"Are you tired of living?" someone growled in her ear. "Wake up!"Finally got drunk, who wants to wake up? Muzzyly spat out a 'peh', Fengyue mumbled and hugged the hand that kept shaking her, her rosy cheeks rubbed against the person's hand, and then continued to sleep.
Finally got drunk, who wants to wake up? Muttering a vague "pah," Feng Yue clung to the hand that kept shaking her, rubbing her flushed cheek against it before drifting back to sleep.
The room was quiet for a moment, then Fengyue felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on her, suffocating her, and she struggled fiercely. But the more she struggled, the more aggressive the person became, his hands gripping hers, his legs pinning hers, using his teeth to directly tear open her collar, rubbing against her like a wolf.
The room fell quiet for a moment, then Feng Yue felt as if Mount Tai were pressing down on her, suffocating her, making her struggle desperately. But the more she struggled, the more aggressive the person became—hands gripping hers, legs pinning hers down, teeth tearing open her collar, rubbing against her like a wolf.
This must be a nightmare. Fengyue thought, if it's a dream, why struggle? She decided to take the initiative and let them experience what it's like to be in heaven!
This must be a nightmare, Feng Yue thought. Since it's a dream, why struggle? Turn passive into active and let them experience what it means to be ecstatic!
In the past, to learn about matters between men and women, she bought out all the erotic picture books from every bookstore in Buyin City. She studied them painstakingly, more seriously than she had practiced martial arts before, acquiring great skill specifically to deal with men. She no longer has anyone she likes, and her body is not intact anymore. Whatever happens, happens, who cares?
Back then, to learn about relations between men and women, she had bought out all the erotic pictures from every bookstore in Shadowless City, studying them diligently, more seriously than when she practiced martial arts, mastering a set of skills specifically to deal with men. She no longer had anyone she liked, and her body wasn't untouched anyway. Let it be however it would be—who cared?
The rough, heavy breaths and hoarse moans by her ear made Fengyue feel she might have succeeded. In her dream, this person's arousal was so evident, he must have been utterly captivated by her.
With heavy panting and hoarse moans in her ears, Feng Yue felt she might be quite successful. If this person in her dream was so obviously aroused, they must be utterly bewitched by her.
Let's die together!
If we die, we die together!
As dusk arrived, the Dream Return Tower was already bustling with activity. The sounds, both high and low, attracted passers-by, making them unable to resist stepping inside.
As dusk just fell, the commotion in Dream Return Pavilion was already considerable—rising and falling sounds that stirred passersby, making them unable to resist stepping inside.
Yin Gezhi knew Fengyue was a wild woman, but he never imagined she could be so unrestrained to this extent. It made him blush all over, and he couldn't help but reach out and cover her mouth, saying, "Stop making noise!"
Yin Gezhi knew Feng Yue was a wanton woman, but he never imagined she could be this wild, stirring him until his whole body flushed slightly. He couldn't help covering her mouth with his hand: "Stop screaming!"
After several rounds of lovemaking, half sobered, Feng Yue looked blankly at the person on top of her, then grinned and tugged his hand, asking, "Young master, you're back so soon?"
After several rounds of passion, half-sobered from the wine, Feng Yue gazed blankly at the man on top of her, then grinned and tugged his hand: "You're back so soon, young master?"
Glancing at the sky outside, Yin Gezhi didn't answer her, only saying dismissively, "You are truly dissolute."
Glancing at the sky outside, Yin Gezhi didn't answer her, only said disdainfully: "You truly are dissolute."
“If a prostitute isn't promiscuous, how can she get business?” Fengyue giggled twice, wrapped her arms around his waist and moved her body, saying with eyes like silk: “Just like that young lady from the general's mansion, if she wasn't so aloof, how could she make you flock to her?”
"If a prostitute isn't dissolute, where would business come from?" Giggling twice, Feng Yue hooked her arm around his waist and sat up, her eyes seductive as silk: "Just like the young lady of the General's Mansion—if she weren't aloof, how could she make you flock to her?"
His face suddenly darkened, Yin Gezhi reached out and grabbed her neck, his eyes full of anger.
His face darkened abruptly. Yin Gezhi reached out and gripped her neck, his eyes filled with rage.
“Did… did I say something wrong?” Fengyue asked, barely catching her breath, still smiling. “Or do you think that from the mouth of a lowly creature like me, it’s not fitting to comment on the young lady?”
"Did... this humble one say something wrong?" Barely catching her breath, Feng Yue still smiled: "Or do you think someone as lowly as me isn't fit to comment on a young lady?"
Unworthy. His voice was so cold it didn't sound like he was dealing with her at all. Yin Gezhi said displeasedly, "You do your own work."
"You aren't fit." His voice was icy, completely unlike someone entangled with her. Yin Gezhi said displeasedly: "Just do your own job."
He enjoys her lingering affection, yet despises her lowliness; patrons are truly difficult to please.
Loving her tenderness yet despising her lowliness—patrons were truly hard to please.
Fengyue smiled, watching him get up to change. She made no move to detain him, only saying, "It seems I have failed to win the young master's favor. If you were to keep me for a few more days, it would only be a waste of your money. Would it not be better to return the silver and find someone more agreeable?"
Feng Yue smiled, watching him rise and dress. She didn't try to keep the guest, only said: "It seems this humble one no longer pleases you, young master. Continuing to book me for a few more days would just waste your money. Why not refund the silver and find another lovely one?"
Playing hard to get with him? Yin Gezhi sneered: "If you want to rush to the Crown Prince's bed, you must also finish serving me. You never pleased me before, and now you're calculating, isn't it a bit late?"
Playing hard to get with him? Yin Gezhi sneered: "Even if you're eager to climb into the Crown Prince's bed, you still have to finish serving me. You never had my favor to begin with—isn't it a bit late to bring it up now?"
The atmosphere instantly became stiff. Guanzhi, listening from outside the door, was utterly astonished. This was going so well, how did they start arguing? When the master just went in, they were still quite happy. They turned hostile faster than flipping a page!
The atmosphere instantly stiffened. Guan Zhi outside the door listened in astonishment—everything was fine just now, how did they start arguing? When the master entered earlier, he was quite happy. They changed faces faster than flipping pages!
"I understand," Feng Yue nodded, put on her clothes, and went downstairs to the bathhouse.
"This humble one understands." Feng Yue nodded, fastened her clothes, and went downstairs to the bathhouse.
Yin Gezhi, with a fierce look on his face, leaned on the soft couch and rubbed his forehead.
Yin Gezhi, his face full of ferocity, leaned back on the couch and rubbed his forehead.What was wrong with him? Getting angry with a courtesan? Was that necessary? But he had indeed been spoiling her too much these past few days, making her think too highly of herself and even dare to throw a tantrum at him.
Women truly should not be indulged.
Straightening his robe, Yin Gezhi opened the door, only to have someone unexpectedly bump into him. The light, airy green gauze was much more pleasing to the eye than the red.
"Young master..." Duanxian was startled, her face instantly flushing: "This servant was merely passing by, with no intention of offending!"
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