Song Ting couldn't stand him calling her "noble person" and "slave" all the time.

What I can't stand even more is how casually he talks about those things.

Why is this happening?

He released one hand and instead cupped Huaiyue's face, forcing him to gaze into his eyes.

"Why have I fallen to this state? I clearly... I clearly..."

Huaiyue smiled sweetly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes; it was as if it were laced with poison.

"What does Your Excellency think I should do?"

How should it be done?

These four words, light as a feather, weighed heavily on Song Ting's heart, causing his blood to rush to his head and making him spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

Huaiyue was still looking at him. The rouge at the corners of her eyes was a startling red.

Through those eyes, Song Ting seemed to see the spirited young master of the Duan Prince's Mansion from many years ago.

Chu Huaixu was the youngest son of Prince Duan and the beloved grandson of the late emperor, who had raised him since childhood.

Chu Huaixu was also very attached to the late emperor, sometimes even holding him on his lap during court sessions.

While the court officials discussed state affairs, he was in the late emperor's arms, clutching and playing with the imperial crown, a symbol of imperial majesty.

The Imperial Seal of the State was even thrown around like a stone by a minor nobleman, and one of its corners was damaged as a result.

At that time, the eunuchs and maids who were protecting the young noblewoman knelt on the ground, already convinced that they were doomed to die.

The late emperor waved his hand dismissively, treating the matter lightly, and only caring whether the young noblewoman was injured or bumped.

Such incidents are too numerous to count; everyone knows that the young master of the Duan Prince's family was an extremely noble person who was raised by the late emperor and the prince with the resources of the entire country.

But Chu Huaixu was not spoiled into extravagance and debauchery because of this. On the contrary, he was kind and innocent, with at most a bit of arrogance.

He doesn't make people dislike him; on the contrary, they feel that someone like him should look and act that way.

Song Ting will probably never forget the scene of their first meeting on the streets of Suzaku.

The young nobleman galloped through the wide street, whip in hand, laughing loudly.

How unrestrained and flamboyant it was!

At that time, Song Ting felt that this person was someone he dared not look directly at while prostrating himself on the ground, someone of the highest nobility and esteem in the world.

It is fitting that the world should support them.

However, at this moment, the young master, who was once so precious and noble, fell heavily from a great height and landed in this mortal world, covered in dust and mud.

He secretly sent so many people to search for him, but he never imagined that the person would end up in such a place.

Clearly... Chu Huaixu clearly knew that this was the kind of place he hated most.

"You did this on purpose."

His voice was so hoarse that it was almost unbearable, and the bright red blood on his pale lips made him look like a ghost crawling up from hell.

He stared intently at Chu Huaixu, "You did this on purpose..."

They deliberately hid here.

It was a deliberate attempt to hurt him.

“Come with me…” Song Ting grabbed him, her tone leaving no room for argument, “Come home with me.”

"Home?"

Huaiyue's pupils trembled slightly, and the red at the corner of her eyes seemed to come alive under the swaying lamplight.

"I have no home anymore, where can I go back to?"

Amidst the clatter of hooves, seven or eight fine horses galloped one after another along the official road.

Xiao Wu was running at the front, with Liang Fengye, who was tied up, lying across his horse.

Xiao Wu is the youngest of them all, and has a lot of curiosity:

"Qi Zhou, do you think the master is really gay? How come he can't take his eyes off that Young Master Huaiyue the moment he sees him..."

As one of the two most favored people in the palace, Song Ting wielded immense power.

All officials, big and small, in the court, even the top cabinet members, depended on him for survival.

Of course, there were countless people who wanted to curry favor with him.

Most of the adults in the family with daughters had sent people to propose marriage and sound out the situation, but Song Ting rejected them all without hesitation.

Even the Empress Dowager's offer to marry him to a princess was brushed off.

It turned out that their family elders disliked young ladies and preferred handsome young men.

I saw Huaiyue tonight, and her eyes were practically glued to her body.

"But speaking of which, Huaiyue is truly a stunning beauty. If I didn't have a fondness for women, I would definitely want to take her home!"

Xiao Wu brandished his long whip and laughed loudly, "Shall we make a bet and see if the master will bring a beauty with him when he returns?"

Qi Zhou stopped him with a look: "Don't joke about adult matters."

"Don't be so serious. The adults won't punish me for this."

Qi Zhou turned his gaze to Liang Fengye. Xiao Wu immediately understood, but still didn't seem to care:

"It doesn't matter, he'll be dead soon anyway, and dead people don't talk nonsense."

Zuichunlou, as the most famous brothel in Yingtian, was bustling with people coming and going every day.

The top courtesan, Huaiyue, was renowned far and wide, and people were willing to spend a fortune for her.

Huaiyue is the apple of the eye and the darling of the mistress of Zuichunlou.

However, those who have come to find Huaiyue recently have always been turned away.

"Aunt Hua, does Huaiyue have time to see me today?" The visitor was Zhang Jingshu, the only son of Prefect Zhang Lu.

This man is famous in the Yingtian Realm, because he always relies on his father's name to act tyrannically and commit all kinds of evil deeds, and everyone is afraid of him.

Zhang Jingshu was indiscriminate in his desires; any beautiful woman who caught his eye would inevitably end up being defiled by him.

If she takes a fancy to Wang Er's new wife today, she'll snatch her away; if she sees a handsome young man on the street tomorrow, she'll snatch him home just the same way.

But he is also prone to getting bored with the new and discarding the old, no matter how beautiful the person is.

Only Huaiyue haunted his dreams, and he couldn't let her go.

His father spoiled him, and even though he treated the people in the city that way, he just turned a blind eye and pretended not to know.

The only thing she absolutely refused to do was for Zhang Jingshu to redeem Huaiyue from her servitude.

In Zhang Lu's view, if his son were to bring a male prostitute home, then he, as the governor, would have no reason to remain in Yingtian City.

I can't afford to lose face like that.

Zhang Jingshu dared not disobey his father's wishes, so he could only come to Zuichunlou every day to pass the time.

"Aunt Hua, you're not going to say that Huaiyue is still unavailable today, are you?"

After being turned away for several days in a row, Zhang Jingshu's patience had run out.

He had already made up his mind that no matter who was in Huaiyue's room today, he had to go there for a while.

This will make it clear to that person whose territory this is, and whose person Huaiyue belongs to.

"this……"

Hua's mother still looked troubled.

“Young Master Zhang, it’s not that I don’t want you to see Huaiyue, it’s just that that important person has a very special status, and we can’t afford to offend anyone…”

Zhang Jingshu had been brushed off with such words by this old man for several days, and this time he finally lost his temper.

He shoved Mother Flower roughly and said viciously:

"A noble person? I'd like to see which noble person in Yingtian City is more noble than me and dares to compete with me for someone!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush upstairs.