This statement carries a lot of meaning.
Ouyang Ziming, who was at least a concubine of the Empress, actually became friends with a minor official from a brothel.
Regardless of the era or country, prostitutes in brothels are considered lowly people, whose lowly status is unacceptable to the public.
The envoy from Tianxing Kingdom was dealt a heavy blow.
What a blatant disgrace!
For a prince of the prestigious Tianxing Kingdom to associate with male prostitutes in a brothel is a disgrace and utterly disgraceful.
The female official from Shuiyun Kingdom looked at Ouyang Zimo with a hint of lust in her eyes.
I've heard that male prostitutes in brothels are the best at pleasing women. Could it be that Prince Ouyang went to brothels specifically to learn bedroom skills from male prostitutes in order to please the Empress?
Ouyang Ziming gritted her teeth, suppressing her surging anger.
Ji Jiuge actually asked him to perform like a male prostitute. The audience here consisted of women from Shuiyun Kingdom and envoys from Tianxing Kingdom.
The Empress was openly insulting him, comparing him to a male prostitute in a brothel.
"Your Majesty is joking. I have only met Young Master Qingzhi once and we have never been on good terms."
A cold glint flashed in Fu Sang's eyes, and a half-smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"I was wrong. When I returned to the palace last time, you sent Qingzhi to perform. I thought you two had become close friends."
Even if Ouyang Ziming had a lot of ideas, he couldn't explain it clearly, and any further rebuttal would be futile.
With a smile playing on his delicate features, Fu Sang gently ordered, "Come on, let everyone admire your piano skills."
In the center of the palace stood a guqin (a seven-stringed zither), and servants had already arranged stools for it.
Ouyang Ziming had no choice but to obey the order and get up, walking heavily toward the guqin.
With each step he took, the hatred in his heart deepened.
Ouyang Ziming clenched his fists, his handsome face clouded with anger and hatred as he struggled to suppress his rage.
Ling Shuangxue also gripped her wine glass tightly, staring at Ouyang Zimo with heartache.
This was her man, being bullied in public by the incompetent empress, and she was powerless to do anything but watch from afar.
Zi Mo, wait.
The humiliation you suffered today, and the oppression you endured in the palace last time, I will make Ji Jiuge pay back a thousandfold in the future.
Ouyang Zimo began to play the guqin.
After the piece was finished, Fu Sang commented calmly, "The hostage's musical skills are lacking, not as good as Young Master Qingzhi's. He still needs to learn more from him."
Ouyang Zimo lowered her head to conceal the murderous intent that flashed in her eyes, and said, "Zimo has never learned the zither, nor does she particularly like playing it."
Fu Sang had angered someone, and he felt extremely pleased.
"Alright, you can go now."
Ouyang Ziming took a deep breath and returned to her seat.
After the banquet.
The envoy from Tianxing Kingdom left hastily, looking as if he had been chased and killed like a rat in the street.
The next day.
Fu Sang had just finished dealing with court affairs when he received an invitation from Xuanji Phoenix Emperor.
The female official led her to the Heavenly Gift Palace.
When Chong Ai saw her arrive at the palace, she quickly walked over and took her arm.
"Little Sangsang, you've finally arrived. Come on, let's go out of the palace to play."
As Fu Sang was being pulled along, he hurriedly asked, "Where are we going?"
She's going to have dinner with her little darling tonight.
Chong Ai blinked her beautiful eyes, a carefree smile playing on her red lips.
"It's definitely a good place."
...the so-called good place.
When Fusang lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the magnificent buildings outside, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
In a matriarchal society, there is only one place where women can have their fun.
That is—
The famous Mankaro in Kyoto.
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