Mrs. Zhou felt somewhat relieved upon hearing this.
No wonder she's from the capital; she must have been helping her mother manage the household since she was a very young age! The Zhou family has truly struck gold!
One incense stick had burned out. Zhihua wanted to help Madam Zhou wash her face, but she saw Madam Zhou holding the young girl's delicate hand and saying...
"I know about your relationship with Ning An. Our family has some assets. If he likes you, I won't stop him. You're a good girl, and we'll give you the respect you deserve."
Zhihua's expression froze, and she said...
"Madam, although Zhihua is a courtesan, I will never become her concubine."
Madam Zhou smiled and said
"I, the young mistress of the Zhou family, never serve anyone, not even myself, unless I am ill."
She patted Zhihua's hand and continued...
"Child, don't put too much pressure on yourself. A thousand words are not as good as your own happiness. I won't miss a few more years of having a grandson. Think about it carefully. An'er is a good child, he will be good to you."
The girl was somewhat at a loss, as she had no expectations given her current status.
Moreover
She was also a little reluctant to part with it...
I can't bear to part with these sisters from the brothel.
I also can't bear to part with that little Pixiu dumpling.
"Thank you for your kindness, Madam."
Madam Zhou smiled and nodded, instructing her maid to finish the remaining tasks for her.
Time flies. Many ladies came to experience the full service today, and most of them stayed from morning till night. To make things easier for the ladies, Madam Cen specially hung up dim lights outside today.
"I, the madam, am truly grateful that you ladies have graced us with your presence at Fengyue Tower. Starting from the second half of this month, the third floor will be exclusively for your use. Male guests are not permitted. We will have staff on duty to guard the area. Please rest assured, ladies, that Fengyue Tower will not be accepting male guests tonight. We will be fully dedicated to serving you ladies."
The ladies felt flattered upon hearing this.
That's why they say men love going to brothels.
This place
They are all talented people
She speaks very well
They like it too.
"What time will you open tomorrow?" a lady asked.
"If there are many ladies like today, and they stay in the building for a long time, then we won't be taking guests tonight. That way, we'll close early, the girls can go to bed early, and we can open after noon tomorrow," Madam Cen replied.
Hearing the satisfactory reply, the lady who spoke nodded.
"Get me an agate card, and order a hot pot meal for all the ladies, pay from my account."
"yes"
As the waiter announced the start of the dance, a row of girls dressed in emerald green began to dance gracefully on the first-floor stage.
Singing and dancing until 7 PM
The ladies were gradually preparing to go home.
At this time
Several carriages were already waiting at the entrance of the brothel.
This included the Zhou family father and son.
"You and your mother are really something, taking turns visiting brothels!"
"Dad, what are you saying? Don't talk about Zhihua like that."
Master Zhou was completely bewildered. Wasn't it true that he frequented brothels? Which word did he mention Zhihua?
"Which word did I say about Zhihua? Why isn't your mother out yet?!"
He didn't want to talk to his son; he just wanted to get his wife out and go home as soon as possible. How could a woman be out having fun so late?
"My mom's enjoying herself, you can hear the sounds coming from inside."
Inside the brothel, shouts of approval came from the women, accompanied by bursts of silk music.
"Just wait till I get back, I'll stop your mother's monthly allowance! You're going astray!" Old Master Zhou said through gritted teeth.
"Dad, your monthly allowance is paid by Mom, and besides, Mom is in charge of the household affairs, not yours, so your decision doesn't count."
With a 'smack', Master Zhou slapped his son on the head.
"Then I'll stop your monthly allowance!"
"What I have isn't your business either..."
The day after his son returned home, Mr. Zhou experienced two episodes of feeling his blood rushing to his head.
Please!
Miss Zhihua from Fengyue Tower, perhaps you should be even more charming and prevent him from going home.
The ladies finally dispersed, and everyone left with the help of their maids, followed by girls who came to see them off.
"Madam, please take care. It's dark and the roads are slippery. Tell the driver to drive slowly."
Chunying said to Madam Zhang
"Don't worry, little sister, go back quickly, it's cold."
The young girl nodded, watching as the maid helped the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law into the carriage. Master Zhang was also in the carriage, listening to the courtesan's gentle whispers outside.
Although his face was dark
But I've already gotten used to it.
He saw Master Zhou, whose face was equally dark, through the carriage.
The two looked at each other.
We're truly in the same boat.
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