"Send her to Yanyu Tower tomorrow. I want to see how far this hatred can drive her."
Lian Xing noticed that when he said the word "hatred", the corners of his mouth raised in a strange arc, and she didn't dare to say anything more.
"I'll arrange it right away." She bowed gracefully, the hairpin in her hair not moving at all.
"Mo Xuan is eager for revenge and must be impatient."
…
In the study, Zhao Lingyu was writing with his head down when he heard light footsteps outside the door.
He looked up and saw Lianxing standing in front of the door, bowing slightly.
"Your Highness."
Zhao Lingyu put down the wolf-hair brush, his fingertips still stained with ink, and his eyes fell on her.
"What is it?"
Lian Xing raised her eyes, a complex look flashed across her eyes, and then she lowered her head and said.
"Miss Mo Xuan's skills have surpassed her master's. She can now be arranged to join the Misty Rain Tower."
The ink dripped onto the rice paper, spreading a dark color.
Zhao Lingyu frowned slightly, a hint of shock in his eyes.
"It's only been a few days, and she's already surpassed me?"
Lian Xing nodded, her voice soft but firm.
"Miss Mo Xuan is very determined, and coupled with her exceptional talent, she learns very quickly."
Zhao Lingyu slowly stood up and was silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice.
"How far has she gotten in her training?"
Lian Xing pursed her lips slightly, as if she was considering her words.
"Zuo Mingzhi has reached the pinnacle of perfection. Within ten breaths, he can hold an egg without breaking and form a paper fan. Even I can't do that."
Zhao Lingyu turned around suddenly, a sharp look flashing in his eyes.
"Even you can't do it?"
Lian Xing lowered her head and looked submissive, but she could still feel the oppression in the second prince's gaze.
"It took me several months to master this skill, but she only took one night."
Zhao Lingyu's eyes darkened, and his knuckles tapped unconsciously on the window frame.
After a while, he chuckled softly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"What a great Mo Xuan."
Lian Xing raised her eyes and saw his unpredictable expression, so she asked tentatively.
"Also, I see Miss Mo Xuan is very eager and has been practicing almost all night long."
Zhao Lingyu withdrew his gaze and said lightly.
"Since she is ready, let's arrange for her to enter the Misty Rain Tower as soon as possible."
Lian Xing nodded slightly: "Yes."
After she left, Zhao Lingyu stood alone in front of the window, emotions surging in his eyes.
After a while, he murmured to himself, "Deep obsession is really a double-edged sword."
…
The setting sun in the sky was as red as blood, casting a dark golden halo on the entire Misty Rain Tower.
The vermilion lanterns hanging in front of the building lit up one after another, swaying gently in the breeze.
Mo Xuan followed Lian Xing and stepped into the main gate of Yanyu Tower.
As soon as you enter the door, the rich fragrance of cosmetics hits you in the face, mixed with the sweetness of jasmine tea, making your breathing slightly slow.
The building was brightly lit, and the carved nanmu railings were wrapped with gauze curtains, which swayed gently in the wind like clouds and mist.
In the center of the lobby, there is a gilded and jade-inlaid screen, on which is painted a lifelike picture of a lady playing the zither.
On both sides of the screen, several girls in light gauze skirts were leaning against the railings and laughing, or covering their lips with fans, their eyes full of charm.
The sound of stringed instruments and wind instruments came from afar, faintly mixed with the man's teasing and the woman's coquettishness. The seductive music was like silk threads, lingering around the ears.
Lian Xing turned her head and saw Mo Xuan's eyes slightly fixed, as if he was frightened by the prosperous and luxurious scene, so she spoke softly.
"This is the front hall, where we receive guests. Go to the back and you'll find the girls' quarters."
She led Mo Xuan through the corridor. The gold-woven carpet under their feet was soft and silent. On the walls on both sides were hung portraits of courtesans from past dynasties. Some held flutes, while others held zithers, their brows full of affection, and their postures varied.
"The Third Prince has been coming here quite often these days, and he's always flipping cards."
Lian Xing lowered her voice and gently brushed her fingertips over the twined flower patterns carved on the pillars.
Mo Xuan paused, frowning slightly: "Flip the card?"
Lian Xing raised the corners of her lips and explained.
“Yun Niang will recommend a dozen girls for Your Highness to choose from.
If the girl is lucky enough, she may not need to become an oiran, and can be chosen by His Highness."
Mo Xuan's eyes turned cold, and his fingertips unconsciously clenched his cuffs. Was this luck or misfortune?
Lian Xing seemed not to notice her abnormality and continued.
"However, His Highness has extremely high standards, and ordinary beauties are not worthy of his attention."
She paused and looked at Mo Xuan meaningfully.
"The girl is very beautiful and will surely make His Highness' heart flutter."
In the distance, a silver bell-like laughter was heard, and several women in gorgeous clothes surrounded a young man in brocade clothes and walked out from the corner, with their clothes fluttering and the fragrance blowing in the air.
Mo Xuan raised her eyes and met the young man's gaze, which was frivolous and playful. He stayed on her for a moment as if examining his prey, and then looked away nonchalantly.
Lian Xing whispered, "Let's go. I'll take you to see Yun Niang."
Mo Xuan withdrew his gaze, slowly loosened his fingertips, but a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
Third Prince, are you ready to die?
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