CH 19.1

The atmosphere became a bit tense.

Meng Huan looked at him, his eyes showing dissatisfaction.

Shan Xing could only compensate with a smile. “Hope Madam can understand this subordinate. If Madam injures even a little finger when he goes out alone, the prince will skin this subordinate, dry it, sew it into a leather drum, and play it for Madam’s pleasure. This subordinate is only following orders.”

Meng Huan did not believe it. “Do not sell misery.”

He said it as if Lin Bozhou cared for him and liked him.

But the reason Lin Bozhou took him as his concubine in the first place was to humiliate Meng Xueming, who impeached him.

Besides, he only liked strong, intelligent, beautiful people with personalities, not salted fish like himself.

Looking for someone to follow me is considered affectionate? This was a master’s possessiveness over his raised canary, not real love. What does Lin Bozhou know about love?

Meng Huan muttered in his heart. As his feet scurried, Shan Xing asked, “Where exactly is Madam going?”

One question led Meng Huan to become even more agitated.

All he wanted to do now was to get rid of this annoying person and go to Li Shi Restaurant to look for Lu Nanxing. However, this annoying person was following him too closely, and he couldn’t get rid of him.

Meng Huan said unhappily, “It has nothing to do with you, right? I’m just walking casually.”

“Then this subordinate will also casually follow.”

“……”

Meng Huan looked at him. “Lin Bozhou sent you to spy on me, right?”

Shan Xing smiled cheekily and admitted, “Yes, but this is the prince’s order. If Madam wants to blame someone, blame the prince. This subordinate is also getting paid to eat and can’t decide.”

“…………”

Meng Huan chose not to interact with him and walked without thinking for a while when Shan Xing behind him suddenly gasped, “Isn’t this Dongsheng Street?”

Hearing this name, Meng Huan jerked his feet to a halt.

He realized he was now on a busy street with roads opening in all directions of the avenue. Carriages and horses were coming and going. Stores lined up along the road with vendors shouting along the way. It was full with the hustle and bustle of budding capitalism, just like a lively place in the city.

This was actually the Dongsheng Street he was looking for!

“Dongsheng Street is famous for its cuisine. Did Madam come over to eat?”

Meng Huan coincidentally didn’t think of a good reason. Hearing him say so, he gave a “Hmm” with a straight face.

He was looking around for Anhe Lane when a giggle suddenly came overhead.

“Hihihihi……” A scented handkerchief fell on his face. Meng Huan tilted his head and saw a soft, boneless beauty lying on the second-floor railing, stretching her soft hands to greet him. “Young Master Meng~~~”

A head poked out next to the beauty. “Young Master Meng, long time no see!”

It was a twenty-year-old male, face coated with powder and rouge, with a delicate appearance like a good girl and fair and smooth skin. He looked like the son of a wealthy family.

Not remembering who he was, Meng Huan stiffly answered.

The gentleman said again, “Nanxing came downstairs to pick you up. Come up!”

Nanxing? Lu Nanxing?

Meng Huan’s mind stirred. A man with sword eyebrows and a gorgeous face came out of the store, dressed in luxurious clothes, and called out from a distance. “A-Huan, why did you only come now? I’ve been waiting for you for half a day.”

Lu Nanxing saw Shan Xing behind Meng Huan and froze. “This is—”

Shan Xing announced himself. “This subordinate is a Qingke of the prince regent’s residence, accompanying Madam Meng on his trip. It is my honor to meet the Young Master.”

“The prince regent’s residence?!” Lu Nanxing’s face suddenly changed.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff and cold.

Both fathers of Lu Nanxing and Young Master Xu Ruolin upstairs were representatives of the Qingliu Party, which was as incompatible as fire and water with the Zhuoliu Party led by Lin Bozhou. Shan Xing was Lin Bozhou’s Qingke, so he also belonged to the Zhuoliu Party, opposite him.

Lu Nanxing was obviously unhappy. “Come up.”

In the single room on the second-floor balcony, the young gentleman dressed as if he was a beautiful and luxurious woman smiled when he saw Meng Huan and mischievously called the woman from the side. “Go and get your handkerchief back from Young Master Meng.”

The woman with languid red lips swayed her waist as she approached him, her fair fingers wandering over Meng Huan’s body, her movements intimate and seductive. “Young Master Meng—”

The intense fragrance came to his nose, assailing Meng Huan’s nose and causing him to step back.

Shan Xing uttered, “Little Marquis, Young Master Meng is already the prince’s wife. Please don’t make such jokes.”

Xu Ruolin, the son of Marquis Zhen Guan, a famous flirtatious young nobleman, said with a cheeky smile, “It seems that Young Master Meng is very favored when he married into the prince’s residence, huh? Yan-er, come back.”

Yan-er took the handkerchief from Meng Huan’s hand, winked, and returned to his arms to lie down obediently with an enchanting posture.

“Openly visiting prostitutes on the main street.” Shan Xing was obviously very disgusted. “Madam, stay away from him. The prince doesn’t like to smell these.”

Meng Huan did not like it either and felt disgusted but did not know what to say.

But Xu Ruolin began to sneer. “What’s wrong with visiting a prostitute? Which high-ranking officials and noblemen do not have sex with prostitutes?”

He turned his head and deliberately humiliated him. “You are the Qingke of the prince’s residence? Qingke’s are great, hanging on to and serving the rich and powerful by accommodating them. It so happens that we’re about to drink. How about you make a poem to liven up the atmosphere?”

Shan Xing did not change his expression. “This subordinate is the Qingke of the prince’s residence. The prince does not allow this subordinate to make poems outside.”

“Heh, the prince?”

When the word prince was mentioned, Lu Nanxing looked quite unhappy and made a mocking sound.

“…………”

Seeing this sword-drawn scene made Meng Huan lick his lips nervously.

How dare you, ah? Reprimanding Lin Bozhou in front of Shan Xing. If he tells on you guys, you all will be finished….