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Jiang Wanyan was obviously not that patient. Her master was the number one warrior of Qiang, Sang Tu. The old procuress's gentle smile was still on her lips when she had already climbed up the stairs and arrived on the third floor.

"Causing trouble at Drunken Flower Lodge?!" The old procuress was annoyed. She threw the fan on the ground and said coldly, "Catch it!"

Drunken Flower Lodge did not lack experts, and with a single command, Jiang Wanyan was completely surrounded.

As the saying goes, strong dragons don't oppress the snake on the ground. They use their bows to attack the bird.

This was a lesson learned from blood and tears. When Jiang Wanyan was caught, she understood the meaning of these words: admit defeat.

The old procuress slowly walked up the red carpet stairs, behind her was Yu Yan who was at a loss on what to do and Zhang Rui who had a helpless look on his face.

"Miss, look, we have matters to discuss, you scampered up and down, breaking my Drunken Flower Lodge's rules, that's not good." Her transformation was even quicker than flipping a book. Jiang Wanyan was truly talented when it came to Xia Kingdom.

Zhang Rui was prepared to go up and reconcile things with his. After all, he was a wangfei, and if he were to come out as his master, he couldn't lose face for the wangfei.

Just as he was about to borrow a seat from a few muscular men to persuade him, the door of a private room nearby suddenly creaked open.

A handsome young master walked out from the palace. Looking at him, he had the appearance of a scholar from a proper family, but she didn't expect that such a gentle man would come to the Drunken Flower Lodge. Jiang Wanyan was extremely regretful that he had fallen at such a young age.

Then, Zhang Rui ran over to the prince's side and grinned: "Prince."

The State of Qiang's storytellers often said that those who liked to visit the brothels were large and sturdy men with full beards. If they grew slightly more refined, before they could even reach the door of the room, they would be gobbled down and thrown out.

Jiang Wanyan had deeply approved of this before, so in her heart, Xia Kingdom who loved to roam the Drunken Flower Lodge respected the Duke.

The righteous man standing in front of her stared at her for three seconds before shifting his gaze to the Brothel Keeper. "Let her in."

After the old procuress heard what Jiang Wan Yan said, she indistinctly rubbed her shoulder against the sturdy man who had restrained her. Her phoenix-like eyes went up to Jiang Wan Yan and she said, "The prince wants you to go in. Go on."

This place was extremely strange, and even Jiang Wanyan was unable to pinpoint exactly what was so strange about it.

However, at this point, there was no reason to turn back and leave.

She followed him into the wing, but Yu Yan was pulled out of the door by Zhang Rui.

"What are you doing?!" Yu Yan was furious, she flung away Zhang Rui's hand who was grabbing his wrist and twisted his body.

Zhang Rui grimaced in pain. "Aunt! Master, why are you blindly joining in on all this! "

That was true. Yu Yan pouted and did not say anything, but seeing that Zhang Rui was in so much pain, she felt a little embarrassed. She helped to massage him unwillingly.

There was another woman in this room. The moment Jiang Wanyan saw her, she was immediately stunned.

In Jiang Wanyan's heart, her mother was the most beautiful woman in this world. The woman in front of her was barely second place; she was truly too spirited.

Presumably, it was the Lady Plain Clothes that the old procuress spoke of.

She quietly sat by the table, as beautiful as a painting scroll on a wall. Seeing Jiang Wanyan sitting across from her, she even nodded her head with a gentle smile.

A cool breeze blew up the muslin, bringing up a few strands of hair from her plain clothes. Multicolored sunlight shone through the paper window, causing her to look like a fairy that had fallen into a mortal net.

With such a comparison, it made it seem like Jiang Wanyan's murderous face and her weird personality were just like a country bumpkin who came to collect debts. This kind of scene wasn't quite right.

According to the route that Jiang Wanyan had worked on for the past three days, this respectful prince should first be a crude pervert.

Secondly, she bravely slaughtered her way to Drunken Flower Lodge. The old procuress here should not be able to withstand a single blow, so she broke into the house.

Then this prince, who had been dancing in the flowers for three days, should be breathing heavily with a face as pale as wax. His entire body trembled in fear as she pressed a knife against his neck.

Afterwards, his overbearing attitude leaked out. He threw down his words and casually left, becoming a legend of the Xia Kingdom.

The Prince's face was covered in oil and powder, and he looked very serious. It was as if his face was filled with the words "He is an honest man."

Drunken Flower Lodge's bawd was also not fat and oily pig head, he was beautiful and sexy with a bunch of bodyguards as hard as steel, she was captured alive before he could even draw out his blade, it was too embarrassing.

It was obvious that the proper prince did not want to gamble and eat. He did not know what the peaceful and peaceful scene in front of him meant.

Jiang Wanyan was silent for a long time. In just a short two hours, she had successfully doubted her own life.

It would still take some time to rethink her life. However, this honorable prince didn't give her that much time. He picked up the cup of tea in front of him and took a sip. "Just call me Mu Qing."

Veins popped out on Jiang Wanyan's forehead. She raised her hand to grip the hilt of the blade on her waist and coldly snorted: "Who wants to call you?! If you understand, I'm just here to tell you! "

"Tell me what?" His voice was so soft that it made one feel comfortable. Although Jiang Wanyan didn't want to admit it, she felt goosebumps all over her body, "Wan Yan?"

Su Mu Qing's voice rang out smoothly, as if the two of them had known each other for many years.

Jiang Wanyan was so disgusted that she slammed the table and stood up, "I'm here to tell you, we don't care about each other. I don't care about you, so don't even think about caring about me!"

Most importantly, with such an earth-shattering palm strike, Jiang Wanyan's hands were numb. That Lady Plain Clothes who could add a cup of tea to her own cup without batting an eyelid was also dead.

Su Mu Qing nodded slightly to show that he understood. "Are you jealous because of the wedding night?"

Jiang Wanyan sat down immediately. She was so angry that she was about to spit water to quell her anger. Su Mu Qing's following words nearly choked her to death. She clutched her chest and nearly fainted on the carpet.

What was even more inconceivable was that the two of them were able to sit upright and look at her, who was coughing so much that she almost vomited. They didn't seem to want to help her at all.

After she recovered her breath, Su Mu Qing continued to speak faintly, "Hmm, it seems that I'm really jealous."

Now, it seemed like she couldn't reason with him, or just directly take action. Jiang Wan Yan made up her mind, and pulled out the sabre from her waist with a clank, then she moved it neatly towards Su Mu Qing's neck, sticking it ferociously to his body: "I'll walk my own path, you'll go your own way, and I won't care about your matters in Drunken Flower Lodge in the future, but you're not allowed to enter my courtyard even after you return to your residence!"