Lan Qinglun turned his head to look at Shangguan Yao beside him. Seeing his serene expression and gentle eyes, he understood and said lightly, "Let Zichan accompany my friend tonight."
"This, this?"
The madame was sweating profusely. Whether she complied or refused, she would offend someone. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Who were these people? Even Master Lan had to treat them with courtesy. They must have quite a background. But how would she explain this to Master Ye?
The madame was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. But the lady Zichan gracefully curtsied, "It is Zichan's honor to accompany this young master."
Seeing that Zichan was willing to accompany this handsome young master, the madame thought, what else could they say? They would just have to warn everyone in the brothel later.
They must not reveal that Zichan had accompanied this patron. She believed that Master Ye would not find out. She heard that he was seriously injured by assassins and she didn't know when he would return.
Shangguan Yao looked at this sensible woman, and a comfortable aura enveloped him. He slowly said, "Lady Zichan is indeed an extremely astute person."
Lan Qinglun saw that they were becoming fond of each other, their eyes seeming to hold only each other. He quickly made his move. He stood up and looked at Zichan.
"Take the young master to Lady Zichan's room. Whether it's playing the qin or dancing, as long as Lady Zichan satisfies this young master, Master Lan will owe a favor."
As soon as Lan Qinglun finished speaking, Zichan slowly said, "Yes, Master Lan."
After speaking, she looked at Shangguan Yao. Her spirited eyes were filled with a radiant glow, completely different from her previous coolness, even if only for a moment.
Yun Xiao lowered her head, looking at the steaming tea in her hand, pondering, who exactly was this Zichan?
Shangguan Yao stood up, seemingly forgetting the others in the private room, and lazily followed Lady Zichan away. Song Yuan, afraid to leave his side, immediately stood up and followed closely.
However, as soon as the door to the private room closed, they could still hear Shangguan Yao's cold voice through the partition.
"Master Lan and Young Master Leng Yue, don't forget to enjoy the favors of beauties." With just this sentence, Yun Xiao and Lan Qinglun were left with stiff faces, sitting in the private room.
Beside Lan Qinglun sat the delicate-looking woman from before, while beside Yun Xiao sat the woman named Qingcheng, who was gazing at her affectionately, calling her "Young Master Leng" repeatedly.
Yun Xiao felt goosebumps all over and kept reaching out to rub her arm. However, the Lady Qingcheng did not realize this and even spoke cleverly, "Young Master Leng, are you cold? How about you come to my boudoir to warm yourself up."
Her voice was incredibly suggestive. Yun Xiao wished she could just faint. This was truly unbearable.
Lan Qinglun opposite them had remained silent. The female companion sitting with him also sat quietly. His handsome eyes stared intently at Yun Xiao.
There was research, analysis, and a deeply unfathomable aura within. Yun Xiao raised her head and said with a forced smile,
"Why isn't Master Lan enjoying the favors of beauties? Aren't you wasting such a good opportunity?"
Lan Qinglun was neither annoyed nor impatient, still smiling, "This official is afraid that Young Master Leng is lonely. Young Master Leng is a guest. If Young Master Leng is not satisfied, what do you think my fate will be?"
He said this, deliberately lowering his voice, and spoke ambiguously. The two women in the private room looked at each other, their faces filled with surprise. Could these two be… that?
Yun Xiao coldly raised her eyes to stare at Lan Qinglun, contemplating whether to poison his tongue and render him speechless. If not for Murong's sake, she would guarantee he wouldn't be able to utter a word tomorrow. Let him dream of becoming the Minister of War.
Her gaze appeared harmless, calm and serene, but Lan Qinglun was no ordinary person. He immediately recognized the sinister danger hidden in her eyes like a venomous snake and voluntarily curbed his playfulness, speaking cautiously.
"Young Master Leng, are you feeling bored? How about going out for some fresh air."
Yun Xiao withdrew her coldness. This finally sounded like a human. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Alright, this private room is indeed stuffy. Tell your friend that I'm leaving."
"Ah?"
Lan Qinglun was surprised by Leng Yue's words and couldn't help but be taken aback. If she left, the Emperor would blame him. Yun Xiao had already stood up, looking at him with a forced smile, "As for the rest, I believe Master Lan's ability will be sufficient to handle it. Or else?"
She smiled sinisterly. Lan Qinglun's scalp immediately tingled. Someone who didn't even respect the Emperor, how could they care about him? Moreover, he knew who she was and dared not provoke her. This young lady could kill people.
After speaking, Yun Xiao opened the door and strode away. The brothel girl Qingcheng behind her looked disappointed and helpless, huffing coquettishly.
"Master Lan, what about me?"
"Alright, alright, Lady Qingcheng, don't worry. All the charges will be on Master Lan."
Lan Qinglun said with a bitter face. Qingcheng immediately beamed. Even though the young master had left, money was still a good thing.
At the entrance of Fengyue Tower, Yun Xiao, dressed in white, had a graceful bearing that captivated many passersby. Wanwan saw her master walking steadily towards her.
She slightly raised her eyebrows and examined her master from head to toe. Only when she was sure her master was fine did she relax. She then glanced behind her master, seeing no one.
"Where are they?"
"They are all inside."
Wanwan was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, then spat, "Typical."
The two of them stood by the roadside talking. At this moment, Liu Xing brought a carriage from somewhere. Sitting in the front, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go."
"Yes," the master and servant jumped onto the carriage. The guards brought by Song Yuan were eating and drinking at a roadside stall. Before they could react, they saw Young Master Leng Yue jump onto the carriage and leave.
Several people stood up, but did not chase. They assumed that Young Master Leng Yue had already informed the Emperor, and then sat back down.
Inside Fengyue Tower, in the private room of the courtesan Zichan, was the most elegant room in Fengyue Tower.
The room was predominantly white, with almost no color except for a hint of lace. If there was any, it was the few fresh flowers placed in a white tablecloth vase, vibrant red, adding a touch of elegance like a dragon dotting the eye.
Shangguan Yao sat in a world of white, his mind seemingly purified, becoming much purer and more relaxed. He wanted to think of nothing, slightly closed his eyes, and smelled the faint fragrance in the room.
Zichan's clear voice rang out, "Please have some tea, young master."
The white teacups on the table had hand-painted designs, with no other colors. Coupled with the lightly boiling green tea, wisps of steam gently diffused.
"Lady Zichan is truly an ice-snow delicate girl. May I ask why you have fallen into such circumstances?"