Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 113

“This is my land card.”

"If it stays in your hands, it'll be ruined! Get out of here!"

Aunt Yun is determined to get rid of me, you damn transvestite! It's all your fault.

"I want to see Nuya." I miss her so much.

Aunt Yun, hands on her hips, pointed at me with the hand she was twisting a handkerchief in: "You still have the nerve to say that? Last time you left, Nuya almost lost her life!"

"Then I should go see her and help her get her released."

"If you look at her again, she'll die!" Aunt Yun said, then pushed me out.

I stubbornly pushed my way in, saying, "It's not my fault!"

Aunt Yun said with a bitter face, "Grandpa! Don't make things worse for me. If you really want to go into a place like this, go to the other side."

"Is it better across the street than here?"

"Of course, that's the top brothel in the capital. Go and see if you can shut it down, so you can make a contribution to Aunt Yun."

I glanced at the bustling crowd across the street; it seemed quite lively.

I thought for a moment and said to Aunt Yun, "I have no money." Then I forgot about it when I left.

Without hesitation, Aunt Yun pulled out a stack of silver notes from her bosom: "Go, remember to call them the best girl and give Aunt Yun a good beating!" Aunt Yun waved her hand, dismissing me as if I were a plague.

I put away the extra tickets; they felt quite heavy in my hand. They really went all out.

As I turned around, I caught a glimpse of Nuya standing on the stairs watching me. She smiled at me, a smile that was gentle, helpless, and resigned.

I didn't look back at her, and walked away.

I know she's more mature than before. There's a world-weary air about her that I've never seen before, and she's been assimilated by the world. Maybe she's still the same, but with more experience, she'll definitely be able to see things more clearly.

You didn't chase after me, so you're unwilling to leave. Bringing you out doesn't necessarily mean I'm helping you.

I stood in front of the entrance to Fu Nuan Ge, which was twice the size of Yan Xiao Lou's signboard, and not a single woman passing by had time to greet me.

Wow! The place is always packed! They must be really rich.

As I stepped through the gate, a woman with light makeup skillfully took my arm. Her deep voice spoke familiar words, yet without being offensive: "Young master, you look unfamiliar. Would you like Sister Nuan to recommend a few to you?"

I moved her hand away and looked at her sideways. "You don't need many, one will do."

She covered her mouth and smiled, a meaningful look in her eyes: "Young master, have you found a girl you like?"

"No. Or you could bring two over so I can take a look."

She laughed even wider and gestured for an old man to lead me upstairs. She even winked at me and said, "Young master, please take your seat. The young lady will be there shortly."

This is really high-class; the customers are waiting for girls. It's much better than my shabby place.

Upon entering the second floor, I stopped in surprise. What a unique spatial layout! The second floor even had a large hall, larger than the first floor. There were more people on the second floor, but it was quieter than the first floor. Most of them were quietly enjoying their tea, and even those who had girls serving them were unusually peaceful.

This doesn't look like a place of pleasure; it looks like a high-end bar.

Seeing my stunned expression, the old man said familiarly, "Young master, you are the first one here."

I nodded dumbly. It was my first time coming in, but was I being that obvious? I patted my stiff face and strode forward: "Let's go."

Before I had taken two steps, the old man grabbed me and pointed to the path beside him: "Go this way."

I touched my nose. Why build so many corridors? Are they trying to waste resources?

He led me to a door with intricate carvings. The interior was simply and elegantly furnished, yet it also exuded a certain unrestrained charm.

First in front of me was an exquisite xylophone, surrounded by a ring of identical xylophone stands of varying sizes. Behind it was a complete tea set, and the large character for "tea" on the back looked very familiar, its strokes vigorous and powerful, like a hidden dragon diving into the water. I squinted at the enlarged character for "tea," and if I wasn't mistaken, only one person in Dongqing could write such a character.

"Who is your boss?" The old man smiled without batting an eye: "Young master, you are joking. Every industry has its own rules."

"Fine, I won't say. I'm not interested anyway: 'Go and invite the girl over.'"

The old man didn't move, and I looked at him with annoyance: "Aren't you going?"

The old man bowed to me and said, "Young master, according to the rules of Funuan Pavilion, all guests who go up to the second floor must pay the room fee first."

"Room fee!" I haven't done anything, and you want money already! "How much!" It's not my own anyway. I'll just give you a few dozen bills first.

"Ten thousand taels."

I suddenly looked up: "Ten thousand taels! You might as well rob a bank."

The old man straightened up, his obsequious posture gone: "Young master, the second floor is the lowest price, the third floor starts at 100,000 taels, the fourth floor starts at 500,000 taels, and as for the fifth floor!" His deep-set eyes stared at me: "Starting at 1 million taels."

I quickly withdrew the silver note I was about to take out. Forget it! It's too expensive for me.

"Is the young master leaving?"

Yes. "Something came up at home."

The old man opened the door again: "Young master, please wait."

I lingered in the room for a moment, admiring the furnishings. "Let's go," I thought, "next time we'll hire a big spender."

Once we were outside, the old man was way faster than me. I'd only taken a few steps when he was already gone in a rocket! Damn it! Did he think I was broke? I'll just throw some coins at him another day.

I was about to go downstairs when I reluctantly pulled my foot back. I wanted to see what kind of run-down house was worth so much money! (March 15th, Consumer Rights Day)