"The plum blossom ointment you use is the kind that can be sold elsewhere. It's not as fresh as the one we make fresh every day in our building, and the effect is far inferior."
The young ladies listened intently to Ping'er's introduction, feeling somewhat anxious.
"Then, sister, how do I apply the plum blossom ointment you use?"
Chunying watched Ping'er chatter on and on from the doorway, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.
“Take our maids for example, they all love money.”
Huanlu and Yousheng were also surrounded by the ladies asking them which product to use for whitening, anti-aging, and improving complexion.
"Mom, when are you planning to open a brothel in the capital? Look how anxious your daughters are," Liu Xu asked Cen Ang.
Cen's mother was drinking tea when this question suddenly came up, and the woman pursed her lips.
She's getting a little lazy and doesn't want to work hard anymore. She's making enough money at the brothels in Beining. She came to the capital for two reasons: revenge and rest. She just can't keep up. She really can't keep up.
Even though the head of the Xu family has retired, she wants to too.
"Mom... I think I'd like to take a break for a while."
When Mother Cen said this, she specifically looked around to see if the group of young maids were there. These children are really... too ambitious. Being too ambitious is not good either.
"Okay, Mom, you can open the account then. We'll make sure the accounts are clear for you, and Manager Zhao can check them once a month. You can just enjoy your life at home."
Wenye served Cen Ang a plate of dessert.
Upon hearing this, Cen Ang knew things were going to get messed up. How could she not care after it was opened? This wasn't a border town; how could there not be men coming over to act like hooligans? You guys aren't afraid, but she is.
What if I accidentally kill someone?
"Border Town? People eat a lot of meat in Border Town, you might not be used to it. Why don't you tell me what dishes you like to eat, and Er Ya will cook them for you."
The girls huddled together in twos and threes, chatting with their maids about things in the border town.
Although they were just maids, several young ladies clearly saw the Prince of Zhenbei address them as "elder sister."
"Who is Er Ya?" a young lady asked.
"Er Ya is our cook's head, and she cooks incredibly well."
"We don't need to make what we like; we also want to taste the flavors of the border town."
"This is...this is our gift for visiting your home."
A group of young ladies shyly took out their embroidered handkerchiefs or sachets from their purses. Such items, if given to men, symbolize a commitment of love.
But they also admire the Prince of Zhenbei, so she needs to have one too.
"Oh my, your embroidery is so good, much better than ours." Ping'er's generous praise made a young lady lower her head.
She replied quietly.
“We learn these things from a young age.”
What do you sisters do every day?
"Practice martial arts, and then apply face masks for the ladies and young misses."
"Practicing martial arts?"
"Do all the girls in your brothel know martial arts?"
"Yes, look."
Following the direction Ping'er pointed, we saw Ruyi, dressed in plain white, cracking her whip with a deafening roar. Her long hair reached her waist, and as she moved, her hair fluttered in the air. The nine-section steel whip blossomed in her hand, and then she pointed it into the air, sending it flying towards the target in front of her.
The wooden target shattered instantly, leaving only a pile of debris.
The young woman, who had just been so confident and poised as to wield her whip with such flair, quickly stepped forward, knelt down, and began to carefully clean up the crumbs.
Don't let those maids see this, or they'll start nagging her again.
“Oh dear, I was worried the other day that people outside were saying our prince was fierce and wouldn’t have any friends after coming to the capital. But look at the atmosphere in our mansion now, it’s infuriating to those gossiping people.”
Several fathers-in-law gathered in the backyard, their fingers delicately poised as they watched the young ladies laughing and joking in the garden.
"Even the princess consort doesn't have the pomp and circumstance of our prince. We recognize several of the young ladies."
"Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us not to go up and serve them? Old Wang, Steward Wang?"
Cen Ang's godfather is getting old. Although he is called the chief steward of the Prince's Mansion, Cen Ang and He Yi are actually in charge of the entire mansion. As the godfather, he is very comfortable recuperating with his daughter.
The old man in the rocking chair was fast asleep when he heard someone calling him. He opened his eyes and asked...
"What's wrong?"
"Look ahead, a lot of young ladies have come to our Prince's mansion. Shall we go and help them out?"
Eunuch Wang struggled to open his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said...
"Then let's help deliver some flowers to these ladies as a farewell gift, one flower for each of them. Don't pluck the garden bare, we need the prettiest kind."
"Alright, Lao Wang, please go ahead."
These people just can't stay still. After serving others for a long time, they can't straighten their backs involuntarily.
"Mother, I'm back."
When Long'er returned from court, she didn't go through the main gate, but through the back gate. She had to change her clothes first before she could play with the young ladies.
Yes, Huo Xiaolong felt that everyone was just a group of young girls playing together, with no difference in status.
"Are you tired? This child, why is your hair all messed up?"
He Yi and Cen Ang went over to help her change her clothes and tidied the girl's hair.
"He broke up the fight during court sessions."
"Break up the fight?" He Yi asked doubtfully.
"Oh, today Imperial Censor Fan and the Minister of Justice got into a fight."
"A fight broke out?"
He Yi had no experience with palace affairs. In her mind, attending court was a solemn and serious matter. Fighting was out of the question.
Cen Ang was alright, the woman asked.
"Is it Fan Tiezui'er or Little Censor Fan?"
"Fan Tiezui'er, that is, that old Imperial Censor Fan."
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