It was like the sunny day when her parents sent her into the building. Today is no exception. Fanghua still remembers that when the end of the year was approaching, her biological parents exchanged her for ten taels of silver.
That day, the sun shone brightly. Although it was the dead of winter, it was unusually warm, so warm that one wanted to take off their cotton-padded coat. And only on that day did Fanghua not shiver in the cold winter.
This contract of indenture has been preserved in perfect condition, with only the passage of time leaving its mark on the yellowed paper.
Fanghua took out the contract from her bosom, walked to Cen's mother, and handed it to her.
"I wonder if Madam Cen is still looking for a young lady? I am not particularly talented, and although I can't be considered a kind and good person, I think my looks are passable. Perhaps I could catch your eye?"
Many girls around were looking at her, and they were all surprised by Fanghua's open and generous self-promotion. They glanced at her and then looked back at Chunying.
Why are you looking at her? Wasn't it already a done deal that Fanghua was going to stay here? Chunying thought, there's no reason why Fanghua wouldn't understand something that little maid Yousheng could figure out, right?
The young woman, barely twenty years old, knelt on the ground, offering her indenture with both hands. Cen Ang glanced at Chunying, but seeing that she didn't react and was busy with her own things, Cen's mother smiled and thought, "These two kids are all talk and no action."
A group of young maids, led by Ping'er, were on their way to clean Cen Mama's dark room. This dark room could no longer be called a dark room; everyone in the entire Fengyue Tower knew about it, and they only kept it away from outsiders.
When Yousheng saw her young lady kneeling on the ground, the little maid who had already walked to the door of the dark room also ran behind her and knelt down behind her with a 'thud'.
You Sheng knew that Fang Hua had always treated her well. Without Fang Hua, she would have been squeezed to the bone by the madam at Fang Hua Brothel.
"Mrs. Cen, my daughter is a very good girl; she doesn't argue with others."
Cen Ang nodded; this little maidservant was also a kind-hearted person.
"Get up, stay if you want."
"Mother Xie"
The two women, mistress and servant, kowtowed respectfully to Mother Cen. From that moment on, they were also members of the brothel.
They no longer need to envy others; they can live with their heads held high.
"You've changed your name, Yousheng. Why don't you think of one for yourself? The name Fanghua is unlucky."
Mother Cen knew why the girl in front of her was named Fanghua. She had always looked down on the madam of Fanghua Brothel; she had no human touch whatsoever and deserved to die young.
"Mandala, that's what you'll call her."
The young lady looked up at Cen's mother, her eyes slightly red and her voice trembling slightly. No wonder she was a courtesan; her pitiful, snake-like appearance would soften anyone's heart.
"Okay," Cen Ang replied.
She's finally alive. Fanghua, die with Wei Ci. From today onward, there's only Mantuo.
Datura flowers thrive in sunny thickets, meadows, near houses, roadsides, or ditches. This flower is very easy to grow, extremely resilient, and not to be trifled with; in fact, it's used as a raw material in sleeping potions and similar substances.
The young woman thought that she would live like this flower in the future, and that she would bloom brilliantly in the brothel, just like Chunying and the others.
The two, mistress and servant, exchanged a glance. Just as Manto was about to say a few words to Yousheng about such a happy occasion, the little maid picked up the brush she had just placed on the ground and ran away.
"Girl, you go back by yourself. I still need to help Sister Ping'er and the others tidy up the house."
Mando was somewhat dazed, her outstretched hand still in mid-air. Watching her maid's departing figure, she couldn't help but sigh, then laughed with relief.
This is good, much better than before. At least the girl is more talkative now.
Ever since Ping'er learned about the bloody events that had taken place at the brothel, she and her maids sought out several martial arts masters to teach them how to handle the aftermath.
Not only Ping'er, but almost all the maids noticed that their young ladies were only responsible for killing and not for burying.
The martial arts instructors wanted to teach, but their daughters refused, citing reasons such as being too busy, not having time, or being unable to find the time. No one else knew, and even the girls themselves didn't know? The girls simply thought it was dirty.
These girls have lived quite well in the brothel all these years, so it's understandable that they find it dirty. If they don't clean up, shouldn't we, the maids, clean up too? Or should we just stand behind, cheering them on while our mistresses risk their lives for us?
These young maids have been very busy lately. The martial arts instructors had just finished dealing with the Xiongnu in the deep mountains, and then they heard that Cen Mama's darkroom needed cleaning, so Ping'er took her tools and brought her sisters over.
The passageway was still somewhat dark, but the atmosphere was slightly different; the girls were laughing and chatting happily in the corridor.
"Huanlv, light those candles too. It's so dark here, you can't see anything."
"Oh dear, all this trouble, it's all money," Huanlu said reluctantly, taking out a tinderbox and lighting the candle beside her.
"To be honest, I don't know where Huanlv got her stinginess from; her daughter isn't stingy at all."
"Who else could we take after? Who's the stingiest person in our building?"
"My mom's the stingiest!" the little dumpling said, peeking out from outside the secret passage.
The older women wouldn't let her go in to watch, so she could only sit on a small stool at the entrance of the darkroom and watch them work.
"Sister Ping'er, are you sure you don't need my help?"
"No need, you can just sit at the door and act as a little supervisor."
Ping'er promised that Huo Xiaolong wouldn't even let him see a single hair on Wei Ci's head. The maids were washing and cleaning in the dark room, and even the walls of the torture chamber, which had been stained red with blood, were repainted to their original color.
"It doesn't need to be this clean, Sister Ping'er."
Huo Xiaolong assured that if his mother saw the darkroom like this, her blood pressure would skyrocket. She had seen every single torture chamber in the world. Huanlu was taking Yousheng and scrubbing it bit by bit with a brush. Yes, just like that, scrubbing it hard!
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