An Ning curled up into a ball, too afraid to speak again.

Mu Ange looked up at the row of girls in front of her and quickly found that familiar figure.

"she!"

"Oh my, sir, you have a good eye for talent! This is our top courtesan at Yichun Garden, Furong." The madam beamed with joy when she saw that Mu Ange had chosen the most expensive girl in Yichun Garden.

'Hibiscus?' An Ning muttered to herself, feeling like she had heard the name somewhere before.

"Sir, shall we take a look at the others?" The madam was still trying to sell, but Mu Ange suddenly stood up and was about to leave.

An Ning thoughtfully instructed, "Pack up this Sister Furong and send her to the Third Prince's residence for our Third Master."

"Okay."

As soon as he stepped out of the house, a long sword grazed Mu Ange's face and fell. Chen Xun immediately drew his sword, but Mu Ange stopped him, saying, "It's alright."

An Ning quickly took a few steps back, standing further away from Mu Ange to avoid accidentally hurting herself.

Peeking out, one sees the flowing ribbons of a robe echoing through the clear stream, a flowing skirt swaying gently, creating a scene of enchanting beauty. A delicate hand holds a corner of a thin veil, a charming smile graces her lips, and a touch of color adorns her brow, her beauty reflected in the distance. A slender, lotus-white wrist, with long, graceful fingers, wields a gleaming sword, its movements fluid and precise, both alluring and agile, captivating the soul.

"What a nice view"

An Ning was stunned and exclaimed in amazement.

With a sigh of praise, Xi Ren abruptly stopped his sword dance and looked directly at An Ning through Mu An Ge.

Her gaze was like a gentle breeze across the surface of a pond, creating ripples that seemed to sparkle with life.

"Your attendant is quite interesting." The cool voice was so clear that it was hard to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman.

Anning was a polite girl and greeted sweetly, "Hello, sister. You're so beautiful."

Hahahaha.

Xi Ren first laughed coquettishly and charmingly, but unexpectedly, her laughter gradually became rough and gruff.

The stark contrast sent shivers down An Ning's spine, leaving her utterly shocked: He was actually a cross-dressing master!

Suddenly, a hand reached out towards Anning, grabbed her collar, and then pulled her sharply. Anning was firmly controlled by Xiren like a little chick.

An Ning's heart rate was about 180 beats per minute.

Xi Ren suddenly raised her hand, gripped An Ning's wrist tightly, and without saying a word, forced her to touch her Adam's apple.

In an instant, all the color drained from An Ning's face, leaving him deathly pale. When his fingertips brushed against his delicate skin, his body trembled slightly, and his scalp tingled.

What exactly is he trying to do?

An Ning panicked, her mind went blank for a moment, and she subconsciously looked at Mu Ange, her slightly red eyes filled with helplessness.

Mu Ange watched this scene coldly, unmoved.

An Ning turned around in despair, having given up all hope.

"How can I use a eunuch who's never seen the world if he's scared out of his wits?"

Suddenly, Mu Ange's slightly cool voice came from his throat, his tone particularly irritating, yet strangely reassuring: "At least you have some conscience and know to save me."

Xiren slowly loosened Anning's wrist, tilted her head, and stared at her leisurely. After a long while, her lips gradually curved into a smile, and she chuckled, "Eunuch? Hehehe, eunuch..."

The meaningful tone made An Ning feel uncomfortable all over.

Taking advantage of the moment when there was no movement, Anning quickly pulled her hand away and stood a little further away from him.

“He took it with him too.”

Mu Ange gave an order to the madam and left without looking back.

An Ning's jaw nearly dropped to the floor: "Bilingual?!"