Qingyin entered the private room, where fruit platters and snacks were already prepared. The space was spacious, and the furnishings were tastefully arranged. A faint, inexplicable fragrance filled the entire room, making it undoubtedly a superior private room.

He Lu exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, this room is just as nice as your mansion!"

Tong Jiawanying: "Of course! This is the number one brothel in the capital, so it must have a rich history. Today there's also the selection competition for the top courtesan of Qingfeng Tower. All the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital will come here to see her beauty. We can also join in the fun."

Looking at the young lady who spoke so eloquently about brothels, He Lu and Cui Hua were filled with shock. How could the young lady know so much about these matters?

Qingyin vaguely sensed her elder sister's thoughts. The transmigrators she had encountered before also loved to frequent brothels and teahouses, especially places with many controversies. They believed that these places were where they could meet their true love. In reality, they didn't encounter any handsome men, only empty-headed customers.

After exchanging a few casual words, the group fell into an eerie silence. Qingyin sat by the window, waiting for the courtesan to be selected. Her two maids stared at her intently, while Tongjia Wanying occasionally stole glances at the composed Qingyin.

Aside from the person with Qingyin's face still boasting about their search, the other group of new guests dismissed it as mere bragging and ignored them. They were there for the new courtesan, not for a mere child. The hall gradually returned to its usual bustling atmosphere as more and more people arrived.

Meanwhile, Yinzhen and his companion noticed that the young master had been placed next door. Yinzhen was already itching to invite Qingyin over, "Ninth Brother, why don't we invite that young master over for a chat?"

Yinzhen hesitated for a moment before nodding, clearly agreeing with Yinzhen's statement.

Yinzhen strode out of the room, having already prepared his greeting. Looking at the closed door, his impulse to go in suddenly faltered. What if he went in directly and was rejected by the young master? Was his attire too ordinary? ...After seven or eight wild thoughts, Yinzhen still couldn't muster the courage to turn back.

Seeing the empty space behind Yinzhen, Yintang's originally straight back gradually slumped, and he frowned.

"The young master didn't agree?"

"Ninth Brother, I haven't gone in yet. I haven't even changed into my usual gold-embroidered silk robe today. Isn't that too impolite?"

Looking into Yinzhen's sincere eyes and at his simple yet luxurious silk embroidered robe, Yinzhen's face darkened. At that moment, he suddenly felt a connection with his fourth brother, Yinzhen, who shared the same mother.

"Please sit here, I'll go and invite him."

"Alright." Yinzhen's expression changed from tense to relaxed. Seeing this series of changes in Yinzhen, Yintang was not angry, but the sweat on his palms reminded him that he was not as calm as he appeared.

He knocked on the door, one minute, two minutes, four minutes... but there was no response. Yinzhen's expression hardened, and he used a clever trick to open the door that had been asked to open the door three times. The teacup inside had already cooled down, indicating that the person inside had already left.

Yinzhen stayed in the room for quite a while before leaving.

Yinzhen asked in confusion, "Ninth Brother, where is that young master?"

Yin Tang said lazily, "They're gone. They left a long time ago."

A hint of regret flashed in Yinzhen's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He was no ordinary man; he would find this young master. Clearly, the same unreadable expression in Yintang's eyes reflected this.

However, Qingyin had indeed left. Before the courtesan could appear, Qingyin spotted a familiar figure.

Qingyin exclaimed softly, "Elder sister, isn't that my little brother?"

"What! If this kid sees us, he'll definitely tell on us. Sister, we have to leave right away."

Tong Jia Wanying was a little flustered. In her memory, this little brother was not someone to be trifled with. The original owner of this body had once accidentally broken a toy, and he had cut up the embroidery she had carefully sewn. If he found out, he would definitely tell her mother and father.

The two maids started to panic, but Qingyin calmed herself down and called for a young lady to lead them out through the back door.

Kua Dai was only one year younger than Qing Yin. Because he was Tong Guogang's son born late in life, and had excellent physique, he was a good prospect for martial arts. Tong Guogang couldn't help but spoil this youngest son, who resembled him in every way. As a result, the child was more willful and bold than his other children. This time, he came to the brothel at the urging of his friend Lin Cheng, the young master of the Ministry of Rites, to come and see the courtesan.

Kua Dai stood in the hall. His senses had been sharp since childhood, and he immediately noticed someone spying on him. He stared back, noticing a familiar half-face. Kua Dai scratched his head; why did that person look so familiar? To be sure, he tried to get closer, but his friend Lin Cheng blocked his way with his large hand. "Oh my, my young master Tong! You see a beauty?"

Seeing Lin Cheng winking and making faces, Kua Dai gave him a push in annoyance, "They're all just ordinary girls, where did these beauties come from?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't know this, do you? All the good stuff is saved for later, you can't run away halfway through."

Distracted, Kua Dai forgot his earlier concern, stopped walking, and sat down with Lin Cheng at a good spot.

Qingyin and the others tacitly changed their clothes at the clothing store and hurried back to the Tong residence through the dog hole.

After seeing the courtesan at the brothel, but still thinking about Susie's face, Kuadai returned home. Seeing the embroidered netting in the room, he suddenly realized—wasn't that Cuihua, his eldest sister's personal maid? His eldest sister must have gone to the brothel!

Kua Dai frowned. He had also heard about the "big things" his eldest sister had done recently, but he never expected that she would dare to go to a brothel. Kua Dai was quick-witted and knew that his eldest sister's matter could not be told. The fewer people who knew, the better. But he also had to remind her not to ruin the family's reputation.

He thought about it and decided he had to tell her himself, so he hurriedly went to Tong Jia Wanying's Qinghe Courtyard that very night.

Tong Jia Wanying, who had just returned, was so frightened by Kua Dai's arrival that her legs went weak. She calmed herself down and forced herself to speak to Kua Dai. Seeing her older sister Kua Dai's stubborn denial, she felt a little annoyed. He directly told her that he had seen Cuihua. Tong Jia Wanying's eyes darted around when she saw the irrefutable evidence, but she still did not reveal that Qingyin had also gone there.

Tong Jiawanying only calmed down after Kua Dai warned her repeatedly. She didn't know why she didn't reveal Qingyin's existence, even though she had originally planned to make Qingyin take the blame.

In Qinghuan Courtyard (Qingyin's courtyard), Qingyin was taking a bath under Helu's care. The clothes she wore outside today had rubbed against her skin, making it slightly red, which was even more noticeable in the warm water.

He Lu looked at Qing Yin with heartache: "Miss, the quality of this dress is too poor. It's worn so much that you have red spots all over it."

"It's alright, she'll be fine in a couple of days. You know your young lady's health."