The girl crawled and ran outside.

Su Jiaoniang saw it and glanced at it a few more times.

Look at this scantily clad girl, her hands stained with blood.

The clothes were torn to shreds.

With a sigh, he took off the black cloak he was wearing and handed it to the crying girl: "Don't be sad, everything will pass!"

The girl noticed the extra cloak she was wearing.

This is the first time that someone of the same sex has shown kindness.

At other times, when they left this brothel, the women on the street would look at them with strange eyes if they knew they were prostitutes.

Disliked, abhorred.

They might even make veiled attacks.

However, what they learned from a young age was that if they wanted to live and wait for a change in their path to survival, they first needed a strong heart.

We must tolerate the most vile language in the world.

Because the profession they work in is so lowly.

However……

What choices do people born into a lowly social class have?

All the skills I've learned in my life are for doing this.

I can't exactly become a beggar, can I?

Even if he really is a beggar!

The beggars on the street are more famous than them!

In this world, nothing is entirely up to us.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want to be a royal princess!

Thank you!

"You're welcome!" Su Jiaoniang smiled.

Some complain that the existence of prostitutes corrupts men. However, if all men in the world adhered to traditional male virtues, how could any men go astray?

To paraphrase a well-worn saying, flies don't land on eggs without cracks, and it takes two to tango!

If everyone had the same composure Tang Sanzang had when facing the Queen of the Women's Kingdom, even if they were tempted, they would still persevere.

They were still on the road to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

Without such perseverance, there is no fidelity to marriage or relationships.

Few people consider the person they will spend their life with as their true love.

after all……

Regardless of past or present lives, this world is lenient in its demands on men.

For example, the era of flourishing ideas and diverse schools of thought in later generations.

Even in online novels, which are very common and low-cost for men, the male protagonists are often harem characters, with very few one-on-one relationships.

The novels that women read, on the other hand, depict unwavering, one-on-one relationships.

Even themes featuring female protagonists with numerous harems are not allowed to exist.

Text represents the transmission of information.

Even the most accessible novels still teach men to have multiple wives and concubines, to be promiscuous and have a harem, and to only truly love one woman in their lifetime.

They don't even try to convey that idea.

For women...

Thinking about it, you can feel the injustice involved.

Fortunately, she already knew that the world was unfair.

The future will be better and better.

She herself taught Futu, and she hoped that he could find someone he loved in the future, and live a simple life together, enjoying three meals a day and four seasons.

An extraordinary happiness.

"You're so kind!" The young woman from the brothel noticed the affection in Su Jiaoniang's eyes.

For a moment, I felt an urge to cry.

I don't want to show my weak side in front of her.

They quickly walked upstairs.

The injury on my hand needs to be treated.

Su Jiaoniang continued to wander around the building.

Until a flamboyantly dressed woman walked over.

She pointed to the room behind her.

Her lips moved slightly: "Don't blame me, I was forced into this. Who told you to offend the young master of the Huo family?"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed a rope and put it around her body, intending to tie Su Jiaoniang up.

Su Jiaoniang reacted quickly, reaching out and grabbing the rope that had almost caught her.

With a sudden burst of force...

The woman, who smelled wonderful, fell into her hands.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and asked, "Who have I offended?"

If she could, she wouldn't lay a hand on a woman.

But if you cross her bottom line.

That……

Su Jiaoniang's smile deepened.

She has killed people, and quite a few at that.

When someone is threatening another person, the subtle facial expressions and changes in their eyes are far more intimidating than those of someone whose name is unknown.

"Confess willingly, or do you want to die?"

Grab the woman's chin.

Su Jiaoniang slowly increased the pressure on her hands.

"Yes, it is Young Master Huo from the second floor. He is the legitimate son of the cousin who was missing for many years and was found by the Huo family from outside."

"The Huo family?"

Su Jiaoniang felt the name sounded familiar.

I realized it very quickly!

She didn't know many people with the surname Huo.

But there are quite a few!

But who could it be with such a complicated background?

She didn't even go to Lu Daishu's house, yet this person still schemed against her.

Su Jiaoniang pushed the person in her arms away and walked upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the woman behind him immediately summoned the brothel's thugs.

Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on the pimp who greeted her: "Look, I didn't do anything. Is it reasonable for you to treat your customers like this?"

"No……"

"Besides, there are many nobles in the capital. What makes you think the Huo family can control everything?" Su Jiaoniang said, then added, "Furthermore, this young master of the Huo family is also very strange. He's clearly a relative by marriage, yet he changed his surname..."

Changing one's surname is a big deal these days.

People here take their surnames very seriously.

If your child doesn't take your surname, it's like being cuckolded.

Few people can be so open-minded about these external things.

When Su Jiaoniang said those words, everyone in the brothel, whether they were still relatively sober or just ordinary customers, looked at her with a strange expression.

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