The pleasure quarters of the capital city opened as scheduled.
Today, Cen Ang no longer has the same anticipation and joy as before. Opening the brothel is purely to give his ancestors something to do.
"Mom, smile! Today is the first day of business."
"Mom, why aren't you smiling? Is it because there aren't enough flower petals in the dark room?"
After spending a lot of time with these girls, Cen Ang knew what kind of person she was: cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She had never punished anyone, and even Ping'er would sometimes act coquettishly towards her.
The woman pinched Huanlu and Ping'er's small faces, feigning fierceness.
"You two, make money for me, don't you hear me? Stop ruining my little plot of land."
"Okay, Mom~"
It was the tone of voice a courtesan used when talking to her madam.
There are plenty of gossips in the capital, but this time, unusually, no one is just parroting what others are saying.
Who dares to say that?
The confiscation of property was usually carried out by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, which offended many people.
Even the Emperor would have to think twice before confiscating the property of a powerful family. Huo Xiaolong went there with the imperial edict, and the Yue family didn't utter a sound.
Wasn't he on good terms with the Empress Dowager?
The house was ransacked during the day, and the Empress Dowager found out about it that night and wanted to talk to the Emperor about it.
Huo Xiaolong had already gotten everyone out of the capital, and it was too late to catch up. He burned the entire family genealogy, leaving nothing behind.
What can you do when you come back?
"Sister Ping'er, hurry up and apply the face cream for us, we want to use that plum blossom cream."
The young ladies arrived as promised; all the girls who came to visit were pampered by their families.
It was nominally a brothel, but it never engaged in prostitution; the girls danced and sang as they pleased.
"Don't your madams force you to perform?" one of the girls asked in astonishment, her eyes wide.
“Our mothers aren’t short of money, why would she force us to do anything?” Wenye replied with a smile.
“Look, that’s our mother.”
“Aunt Cen…”
It was no secret that Cen Ang had returned. Everyone was curious about the Prince of Zhenbei, so they naturally inquired about her family.
They were talking among the ministers' families during dinner.
"Cen Ang? That name sounds familiar."
"I heard she was the head maidservant of the former Crown Princess."
How would the ladies know who she is?
They just said whatever they found out.
"Who? Cen Ang?"
"Yes, it's her, Dad, what's wrong?"
"she……"
"She even treated us to dinner today. The food at the Prince's Mansion was quite delicious, and she was also very kind. She even made us change our clothes after we had sweated a lot."
"..."
My silly daughter, you didn't see what she looked like more than ten years ago.
Why is His Majesty not bringing up the past or touching her now?
That's because they were afraid she would perish along with everyone else.
"That's good. You must be respectful when you see her in the future and never make her angry. If you do talk to her, just call her Madam or Aunt Cen."
"Yes, Father."
Aunt Cen is indeed not short of money; after all, she is the mother of a prince.
"Sis, I'll try it once today. If it works, I'll persuade my mom to come over, and then I'll get the agate card you mentioned earlier!"
"Sure!"
The maids led the young ladies into the private room, and the sound of a zither filled the air downstairs, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland in the bustling city.
“We don’t have much money, only twenty taels a month, but my mother has it. I’ll come every day after she gets her card.”
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
“What’s wrong with that? I’m her daughter, it’s only natural for me to spend her money.”
This kind of taken-for-granted happiness made the young maids somewhat envious, but they also had it.
Long'er gives them even more monthly allowances each month.
"Young lady, you are skilled at playing the zither. Do you have someone you love?"
On the ground floor, in the scattered seating area, sat the current Eighth Prince, Yuwen Sinian, and the Seventh Prince, Yuwen Sixun.
The two are not much different in age and are both born to concubines of the current emperor.
The seventh prince, Yuwen Sixun, had his heart set on the throne, but not much; he preferred to gather beauties into his mansion.
Zhiyin smiled slightly; she didn't know him, but still replied politely.
"Please forgive me, sir, but Fengyue Tower is different from other places. The girls here do not sell their bodies."
"Wouldn't it be better if you came back with me and had no worries about food and clothing?"
Yuwen Sixun prided himself on his romantic nature. Today, the Eighth Prince told him that the Fengyue Tower was full of beauties, so why not go and take a look?
Seeing you today, I can confirm that what you said was true.
Zhiyin didn't reply to him again, but just shook her head.
Huo Xiaolong, who had just returned from work, happened to see this scene. Actually, it was nothing unusual; in Pingyang County, the women were often asked these kinds of questions by men.
We're not bandits, what's wrong with asking? We'll just make it clear and refuse, and that's it.
But the problem is that the Seventh Prince is obsessed with beautiful women.
They would go to great lengths to get what they wanted, especially when they saw Chunying and Mantuo chatting with their confidante upstairs.
"How is it, Seventh Brother? Isn't this brothel nice?"
Yuwen Sixun stared wide-eyed at the beauties and said.
"If all these beauties could be by my side, that would be a wonderful thing in the world."
"Don't even think about it. The two above are already married. Also, both princes are here. All the girls in this building are my sisters. You have no chance."
Huo Xiaolong patted the two of them on the shoulders and approached them from behind like a ghost, saying something.
The Seventh Prince was startled, while the Eighth Prince remained unmoved. Then the man spoke.
"I wonder if the Prince of Zhenbei would be so kind as to part with his possession and grant my seventh brother a small wish?"
"My sister, does the Eighth Prince understand?"
The three of them were laughing the whole time they were talking. Long'er and the Eighth Prince were faking their laughter, but the Seventh Prince was genuinely laughing so hard that his neck was about to cramp from looking at the beauties in the building. He was practically drooling.
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