It's nothing more than an elegant brothel, maybe a little special because it caters to both men and women.

This woman is truly wicked; she brazenly dragged her into a pit of fire.

This was the first time someone had invited her to visit a brothel.

"I understand, I'll go take a look when I have time."

They've gone to so much trouble, they should at least give a token reply as a sign of politeness.

Watching Mo Lan turn and leave, Madam Qian gritted her teeth secretly, almost unable to resist pouncing on her and taking a bite.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, young lady. I won't beat around the bush. If you know who Princess Keli is looking for, or have any clues, as long as the price is reasonable, I'll take your offer without hesitation."

We originally planned to use a roundabout approach, but it seems that it's simply not going to work.

Paying money to buy information was also a rule of the music and entertainment troupe.

"Information trading is convenient for everyone. Why are you so distant, young lady? There are people and things in the world that need to be managed. Once the money is exchanged, we're even. Why don't you consider it?"

As Qian Niangzi spoke, her voice rose slightly, and her eyes held expectation as she looked at Mo Lan.

The meaning is clear: I've already humbled myself so much, so don't be ungrateful.

"As I just said, we're not concerned with the same thing. Goodbye."

As Mo Lan spoke, she swiftly vanished into the night.

"Heh~, you really are stubborn as a mule. I refuse to believe that you won't eventually beg the music house for your help." Madam Qian paused for a moment, then flicked her sleeves and left.

Back at her lodgings, Mo Lan collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately.

The next day at noon,

Mo Lan opened her eyes, rubbed her slightly tight temples, and got up, listening to the chaotic footsteps and sounds of things being moved in the courtyard.

Looking out the window at the two carriages parked in the courtyard, Mo Lan guessed that the Zhou family was about to set off for their hometown today.

After a quick wash, Mo Lan went to the courtyard and watched the servants load boxes and cabinets onto the carriage. A dozen or so women stood nearby, carrying bundles and listlessly directing the loads to prevent them from bumping into anything.

When she saw Mo Lan appear, she only glanced at her curiously before turning her head away.

Mo Lan walked into the front hall, where Zhou Bo greeted her, "Boss, shall I prepare breakfast or lunch for you?"

"I'll just grab something to eat outside later. Are your family planning to leave today?" Mo Lan asked, glancing at Zhou Bo.

"Yes, Father said that leaving early would save us trouble and prevent us from getting home late and arriving in the cold."

Looking at the carriage that had been loaded at the door, Zhou Bo felt complicated. So much had happened in the past six months, and even he could feel that his mindset was no longer what it used to be.

"If you're worried, you can go and deliver it. Anyway, we won't be opening for the time being. You can come back after you've settled things at home."

Mo Lan stood up, took a few steps outside, then turned back and handed him a cloth bag.

"This is?"

“You didn’t want it last time, but you got caught up in it. Since you can’t escape this vicious cycle, just accept it and give it to your father later.”

It's all too painful to talk about, let's just say it's fate playing tricks on us!

Zhou Bo took the cloth bag, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything to refuse. Anyway, his father would be returning to his hometown soon, so having more family wealth was always a good thing.

After leaving the escort agency, Mo Lan went directly to the opposite side of the street and ordered a bowl of scallion noodles before heading to the blacksmith shop.

"This is what I made based on your design. Time was limited, so I only made two. As for that iron furnace, it hasn't been made yet." Tie Niu placed the coal briquette machine in front of Mo Lan. He had never seen such a strange thing before.