The Minister of Rites is old and is about to resign. Now that Vice Minister Du has gotten into trouble, many parties are ready to make a move for this position. Prince Heng is not something to be feared at the moment, the main concern is Prince Han.

Song Qianfan pondered. Du Peng's corruption case also involved several people in the Ministry of Revenue. He needed to seize the opportunity and arrange some suitable people to take over the Ministry of Revenue. He could not let King Han get there first.

Dawn: “Yes.”

Thinking of this, Song Qianfan became more and more annoyed. Just the loss of Du Peng had thrown his entire chess game into chaos. Su Juan was really difficult to control.

"The Crown Prince's wife feels that her moral conduct is flawed, so she has to copy the female precepts a hundred times in the palace in the next few days. Li An, you send a few stacks of paper to the Biluo Courtyard and keep an eye on her. When she finishes copying, she will send it back. This Crown Prince will personally check it."

Li An said respectfully, "I obey your orders."

Li An quickly walked out of the yard and patted his chest. It was a close call.

The prince has a very bad temper. It's not easy to serve him. You never know when he might lose his life.

The Crown Prince's Concubine is really pitiful, being tormented by the Crown Prince like this.

...

Princess Jing was unaware that Su Juan was punished to copy the female rules a hundred times. She did not see Su Juan the entire day and sent someone to call her back at dinner time.

Song Qianhang, nicknamed "Busy-Gossip", waved his hand and said, "Mother, there is no need to send someone to call my sister-in-law. My eldest brother punished her to copy the female rules a hundred times yesterday. Dongdong from his courtyard went to the kitchen to get food just now. I guess he is busy now."

Princess Jing was immediately displeased. Why was her eldest son always picking on such a good daughter-in-law?

"Where is the prince?"

Before the housekeeper could reply, Song Qianhang on the side answered again, "My eldest brother is busy with official business in the study right now, so he probably won't have dinner."

Princess Jing snorted coldly, "It's just an idle position, what's there to be busy about?"

She ordered the butler in a deep voice, "Why don't you go and invite the prince to come for dinner?"

Seeing this, Song Qianhang had a bad feeling and fearing that he would be affected, so he hurriedly ate two mouthfuls of food and left.

In the backyard, the servant squatted at the foot of the wall and hesitated, "Sir, the princess won't let you go out. If you are discovered..."

"Tonight, Miss Xianyun from Baihua Tower will be on stage. She plays the pipa so beautifully. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?"

Song Qianhang stepped on the boy's shoulders in a few seconds and was about to climb over the wall.

[Wow, Miss Xianyun, playing the pipa...]

The sudden female voice startled the master and servant. Song Qianhang fell down with a thump, holding his aching buttocks and looking around for someone, "Who!"

Su Juan walked out slowly from the darkness, her eyebrows raised slightly, "Second brother, are you not going to Chunxiang Tower now?"

"The girls in Chunxiang Tower are boring. How can they be as interesting as those in Baihua Tower?"

Song Qianhang snorted. There were a lot of people in Chunxiang Tower laughing at him now, so he would not go there to embarrass himself!

[Oh wow, it looks like the girl made fun of me, hahahaha]

Su Juan thought she had seen through it but didn't say anything, so she said in a gloomy tone, "But second brother, why do I remember that mother didn't allow you to go out?"

Song Qianhang glared and retorted, "I still remember that my elder brother asked you to copy the female ring a hundred times. You can't go out if you haven't finished copying it. Why is my sister-in-law not copying the female ring in the room, but appearing here?"

The two people's eyes met...

Just after dusk, everyone met at the foot of the wall, and their purposes were too obvious to be true.

After a cup of tea, Su Juan, who had changed her clothes, weighed the purse in her hand and smiled.

[Song Qianhang is indeed very much loved at home. This endless amount of money is simply too good to be true.]

Song Qianhang, who was following beside him, waved his folding fan and snorted, "No way, don't you see who I am?"

Although Su Juan had never been to a brothel, she knew that there were two major brothels in the capital, Chunxiang Tower and Baihua Tower.

The girls in Chunxiang Tower are good at dancing, while the girls in Baihua Tower are good at music.

As soon as the two entered the entrance of Baihua Tower, an acquaintance came forward to greet them with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Song, you are here. I have reserved a good seat for you! I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Song Qianhang coughed lightly, "No need for a good seat, just find a private room where you can hear Miss Xianyun playing the pipa, and serve some tea and delicious cakes."

The young man was stunned for a moment. Today, Miss Xianyun was going to perform music on the stage, and everyone was vying for the seats in the lobby. How could the private rooms have a clear view from downstairs?

Song Qianhang tapped Su Juan's left arm with his folding fan, and the servant immediately understood and smiled flatteringly, "Okay, please go upstairs, both of you!"

Su Juan followed Song Qianhang into the private room on the second floor. Soon, a girl brought tea and cakes, but no one came to greet them. If she hadn't heard the sound of stringed instruments outside and the laughter of guests and girls, she would have doubted whether this was Baihua Tower.

"Why isn't anyone coming?"

[Could it be that word of Chunxianglou's Song Qianhang's incompetence has spread to Baihualou, so there's no one to serve him? ]

Song Qianhang almost spit out the cup of tea. What the hell!

"Sister-in-law, with a girl like you here, how dare those girls come in and cause trouble?"

Su Juan frowned and looked down at her outfit. [She was recognized? Isn't it said that if a man dresses as a woman, it's hard to tell whether he is male or female?]

Song Qianhang explained, "I poked your right arm just now. This is the way most brothels greet each other, men on the left and women on the right. It means, my sister-in-law is a woman, please give her some convenience."

When the girls saw that the guest brought a girl with him, they naturally thought that she was the head of the family, so how could they dare to act rashly?

Song Qianhang did not explain the rest of the words, for fear of offending Su Juan.

Su Juan understood immediately, "I see, I didn't expect that there is such a thing in this brothel."

The window next to it was open, and one could see the lobby downstairs. Flower petals were falling on the stage, and a girl in pink, holding a pipa, slowly took a seat amid the cheers of the guests, with a graceful posture and a variety of manners.

"This Miss Xianyun is such a beauty." Su Juan sighed.

Song Qianhang then stood up and walked to the window to look, and smiled, "Miss Xianyun plays the pipa very well, but in terms of appearance, she is still lacking."

He turned his eyes to look at Su Juan. Even though she was dressed as a man, her delicate facial features could not be concealed.

He had seen hundreds of girls, if not a thousand. In terms of appearance, the most outstanding one was Liu Miaoqing, the daughter of the Minister of the Central Secretariat.

But in fact, my sister-in-law's facial features are more delicate than Liu Miaoqing's. She is still a little young now, and her face is gaining weight, so she has not fully grown up. With time, as her appearance matures, I'm afraid she will be more outstanding than Liu Miaoqing.

It’s a pity that my brother’s mind is not on his sister-in-law.

There was singing and dancing in the lobby, and the guests were toasting each other.

Su Juan stared at her for a long time, "Why do I feel like this Miss Xianyun is unhappy?"

I don't know much about music, but I can see that Miss Xianyun has her eyebrows drooped, as if she is worried. She looks at the guests below from time to time, as if she is crying about something.

Song Qianhang came back to his senses and followed Su Juan's gaze. The sound of the pipa beside his ears was not as good as usual. "Indeed, this Miss Xianyun may have something on her mind."

After all, being in a brothel, even a prostitute like Xianyun can't help himself. How many girls can be happy?