"Oh, right, Ruyu, I need your help with something." Yun Qingran rubbed her hands together and looked at Ruyu with a grin.
“Miss Yun, you don’t want me to testify against Miss Yun Xiyue, do you? That won’t do,” Ruyu quickly refused.
"No, no, I'm thinking of starting a small business and would like to ask you for some recommendations. How about we split the profits 9.9 for me and 0.1 for you?" Yun Qingran suggested.
“You give me 9.9, I give you 0.1, Miss Yun, you are so generous.” Ru Yu’s lips twitched.
This percentage is such that it's something that can be reported to the authorities.
"Young man, you need to broaden your horizons and not worry about such a small amount of money," Yun Qingran said in a coquettish tone.
"Alright, Miss Yun, what kind of business do you want to do?" Ruyu asked. Anyway, he wasn't short of money, so he might as well make a friend.
"Your line of work is all about time and speed, isn't it?" Yun Qingran winked at Ruyu.
Ruyu took a moment to realize what she meant by time and speed, and then nodded with a flushed face.
Women in this industry only need to consider appearance and age, but it's different for them; they are much more demanding. In addition to appearance and age, they also need to consider stamina, hardness, and speed.
The problem is that these three qualities are difficult to maintain; a male prostitute's prime lasts only a year, or at most three to five years. Therefore, a male prostitute's prime is very short, which is why male prostitutes are more expensive than women in brothels.
"If a man can't perform, medicine can. I have a formula that can make you stronger every time, easily becoming a seven-times-a-day man. Do you want it?" Yun Qingran blinked again, seductively asking.
"Could it be some kind of potent medicine?" Ruyu wondered.
He knew all about the medicines available under the bed in brothels and had used quite a few himself. The ones Yun Qingran mentioned were almost always potent; they were effective when used, but had severe side effects, so they generally didn't use them.
“One of our Yun family precepts is that strong medicines should not be used except in life-or-death situations. Don’t worry, this medicine is not strong,” Yun Qingran assured her.
"Really?" Ruyu was still a little doubtful.
"If you don't believe me, go ahead and try it," Yun Qingran said.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Ruyu agreed.
“I’ll make it today and give it to you when you come tomorrow. If you like it, please recommend it to your brothers for me,” Yun Qingran said.
Ruyu nodded.
After Ruyu left, Yun Qingran went back to have breakfast, which was made by Bicao.
"Miss, how does it taste?" Bicao looked at her with sparkling eyes.
"Hmm, apart from the first bite which wasn't very tasty, the following bites were quite unpleasant," Yun Qingran commented seriously.
Green Grass: ...
"By the way, how's it going with the inquiry about Ning Jitang's whereabouts?" Yun Qingran asked Bicao.
“Miss Ning has been in the palace recently, but she goes to Lingxi Temple to offer incense on the first and fifteenth of every month. Today is the fifteenth, so she should be going to Lingxi Temple to offer incense,” Bi Cao told Yun Qingran what she had found out.
"Let's go to Lingxi Temple." Yun Qingran put down her chopsticks and stood up.
The master and servant hired a carriage and arrived at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain outside the city an hour later.
Before your eyes, verdant and precipitous peaks are shrouded in mist, with ancient temples appearing and disappearing among them. The peaks are surrounded by water and shaded by lush bamboo, resembling an elegant ink wash painting.
The carriage continued up the mountain and arrived at Lingxi Temple. They asked a young novice monk, who said that Ning Jitang had not yet arrived.
With no goal in sight, Yun Qingran, having nothing to do, decided to pray to the God of Wealth, hoping for a sudden windfall and the pinnacle of her life.
Upon arriving at the Temple of the God of Wealth, Yun Qingran knelt down devoutly and began to pray, "I love money, money loves me, money comes from all directions, comes at all times, comes overwhelmingly, money, money, money..."
Green Grass: Miss, isn't this a bit too direct?
"Pfft~" Just as Yun Qingran was chanting a prayer, a sneer came from behind the God of Wealth.
Someone's eavesdropping! Yun Qingran immediately stood up, walked quickly behind the God of Wealth statue, pulled back the curtain that was covering it, and was about to curse the eavesdropper's ancestors when she froze.
Behind the curtain was a small room, furnished in a simple and rustic style. In the middle of the room was a small table where two people were playing chess.
The two people playing chess were an old monk with a white beard and the first person she met after transmigrating to this world, His Highness Prince Jun Molin of the Northern Cold Kingdom.
The one who made the sneer was probably Pei Chen, the annoying guy next to Jun Molin.
"Excuse me, I went to the wrong place." Yun Qingran turned to leave.
If you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them? A woman can bend and stretch.
"Miss Yun seems to frequently get lost. Has she ever seen a doctor to check her head?" Jun Molin, with his well-defined, jade-like fingers, toyed with a black chess piece, raising his eyes to look at Yun Qingran with a cool gaze.
This is basically saying she's out of her mind! I hate sarcastic, weird men the most, so don't blame her for being harsh.
"I think seeing a doctor is useless. We should burn incense and pray to Buddha to get rid of bad luck, so that we don't run into annoying people every time we go to the wrong place," Yun Qingran said with a slight smile.
Jun Molin's eyes deepened in coldness, carrying a dangerous undertone.
"This humble woman will not disturb you any longer, farewell." Seeing that the tiger was about to roar, Yun Qingran chose the best of the thirty-six stratagems: running away. She slipped away as fast as she could, leaving everyone speechless.
"This female benefactor is quite interesting." Master Shentong, standing to the side, looked at Jun Molin with a smile.
"Just a glib-tongued, shameless woman," Jun Molin sneered.
Master Shentong smiled.
Jun Mo placed his last piece, winning against Master Shentong. "Master, you've conceded a point."
"Your chess skills are becoming increasingly refined, benefactor." Master Shentong stroked his beard and nodded.
"Master, you flatter me." Jun Molin paused after speaking, then continued, "Master, Yan Yan and An An's illnesses have become increasingly serious recently."
Upon hearing this, Master Shentong's expression became more solemn, and he sighed slightly, "I have searched through all the medical books I could find, but I have not found any cases similar to the young princess and the young prince's condition."
Upon hearing these words, Jun Molin's heart sank to the bottom, and his expression showed visible pain and anxiety.
"Your Majesty, do not worry. Although the young princess and prince are seriously ill, their lives are not in danger at the moment. I will continue my research and find the root cause of their illness and prescribe a good remedy as soon as possible," Master Shentong comforted them.
"Thank you, Master." Jun Molin stood up and respectfully clasped his hands in thanks to Master Shentong.
"Your Majesty, there's no need for you to be so polite."
After leaving the God of Wealth Temple, Yun Qingran wandered around aimlessly. When she reached the Medicine King Temple, she caught a glimpse of two children around three years old. The two children, a boy and a girl, were exquisitely beautiful, as if they were celestial children who had mistakenly wandered into the mortal world.
For some reason, looking at the two children, Yun Qingran felt a strange tenderness in her heart, and she really wanted to touch them and hug them.
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