The madam looked at the person in the portrait, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she were thinking.

"This looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

Upon hearing this, An Ning reached out to snatch the silver from the madam's arms.

The madam cried out, clutching the silver in her pocket tightly: "Young master, don't be in such a hurry, let me think about it, let me think about it."

An Ning crossed her arms and looked at her, as if to say, "Let's see how long you can keep this up."

"I remember now, this gentleman hasn't been here for a long time. He's not very generous when he comes, but he's quite devoted and always picks a girl."

Mu Ange asked, "Who?"

The madam turned around and called out a name: "Chunhua, come here."

A girl named Chunhua swayed her hips as she came down, saying, "Oh my, you two gentlemen are quite handsome."

The madam grabbed her hand, which was about to touch Mu Ange's face, and said, "Look, don't you recognize her?"

Chunhua glanced at him, her eyes full of disdain: "Him? I know him, his name is something like Brother Long."

An Ning frowned slightly: "Brother Long? Does he have a famous name?"

Chunhua flicked the handkerchief in her hand: "Oh dear, we're all out having fun, I don't care what they call Zhang San or Li Si."

Mu Ange asked, "Besides this place, where else does he go on weekdays?"

Chunhua thought for a moment: "Probably to the gambling den?"

Mu Ange nodded: "Thanks."

With that, he pulled Anning away.

As soon as Chunhua saw the young man about to leave, she ran after him, only to be grabbed by the madam, a warning glint in her eyes.

Chunhua lowered her head and slunk away.

The madam turned and went back upstairs to a private room, whispering, "Master, the person they're looking for is Zhang Long."

A deep, aged voice came from inside: "Are you here to collect a debt?"

The madam shook her head: "No."

"Then get rid of it."

The madam nodded: "Sir, should we deal with them, or Zhang Long?"

"If we can't deal with them, we'll just kill Zhang Long."

"yes."

Outside the brothel, Mu Ange burned the portrait in her hand to ashes.

An Ning looked at his actions with great confusion: "Your Highness? Why are you doing this?"

Mu Ange said, "The portrait is no longer of any use. The reason I'm making such a big fuss about finding him isn't to actually find him. This so-called Brother Long is just a small fry. Even if I find him, it won't make any difference. What I need to do is to stir up trouble and expose the person behind the scenes."

An Ning had no choice but to give Mu Ange a thumbs up: "Your Highness, what should we do now?"

"Play dumb."

With that, Mu Ange took An Ning's hand and walked directly into a restaurant.

"I heard the fish here is quite good. Since I've come all this way, I'll naturally do my best."

An Ning looked up at him, seemingly calm and collected, but she knew that the more critical the moment, the more he had to keep his composure.

"Your Highness, don't worry too much. Now that we're here, we won't come away empty-handed."

Mu Ange looked at her and chuckled softly, "Alright, after it's done, we can roam freely under the open sky."

As the two left the restaurant, it was getting late, and sure enough, they were ambushed on their way to the inn.

When the long sword pierced through, An Ning simply lay down on the ground without offering any resistance. Mu Ange, on the other hand, made a few attempts to block the sword, but he too fell to the ground with a thud, crying out, "Sir, spare my life!"