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The grumpy prince's little crybaby is both adorable and sweet.

Synopsis: [Sweet Romance] Su Fuliu, the top courtesan of the Forget-Worry Pavilion, bends his knees for five hundred taels of gold, trying to conquer the rumored volatile Prince Ting with his "beauty." He thinks he can do it, but ends up being scared into a crybaby by the unpredictable Prince Ting.

"Waaaaah, the prince is too fierce! I want to go home! I want to go back to the Forget-Worry Pavilion!"

"Very well, then I will try to restrain myself in the future."

However, the little crybaby still ran away.

A certain hot-tempered prince roared, "Su Fuliu, you heartless and fickle man!"

Chapter 1 Top Player

"Get out!" With a furious roar, several brightly dressed women were blasted out, each running away crying.

In the shadows, someone thought, "Is this King Ting really so averse to women? This is the third batch we've brought in, and they're all top-tier beauties, but King Ting still kicked them out. What are we going to do?"

"Hmph, since this King Ting is not interested in women, perhaps he prefers men?"

The two people in the shadows exchanged a glance, smiled knowingly, and then disappeared into the night.

In a red-light district of the capital, there is a place called Wangyoulou, where all kinds of handsome men are gathered—rugged, delicate, mature, mysterious, and so on.

Their top courtesan, Su Fuliu, was simply a darling of the heavens. Her flawless beauty drove both men and women to madness with envy. Coupled with her unbelievably fair skin, it was likely that few women could rival her.

Moreover, the allure he exuded in his eyes and brows was something that even women would envy.

The way she speaks in such a soft, delicate voice is unbearable, not to mention women, even men can't stand it.

At this moment, Su Fuliu was examining her fingernails as she said softly, "Don't you know that this Forget-Worry Pavilion only serves female guests? You actually came here to ask me to seduce a man?"

The two men exchanged a glance, and one of them stepped forward and said, "One hundred taels of gold, is that enough?"

Su Fuliu didn't even lift her eyelids. "I, Su Fuliu, am the top courtesan of this Forget-Worry Pavilion, and I am perfectly clean."

He spoke bluntly, and the two men were a little embarrassed when they heard the words "clean and tidy." After they both coughed, one of them said, "Alright, one price, five hundred taels of gold. If you want a higher price, then this business is off."

Su Fuliu stopped what she was doing and looked up, almost stealing the souls of the two men. "Okay, deal. Pay half the deposit first, and you can give me the other half after it's done."

"Okay, no problem, but let's get this straight: if things don't work out, you'd better watch your life."

Su Fuliu smiled and said, "So what if it wasn't done? What good would it do you to take my life?"

His question left the two speechless.

The next day, at the Prince Ting's residence.

Feng Muting was throwing a tantrum again, smashing a cup to pieces. "Su Yan, are these the good servants you chose? How dare they serve me tea that's scalded like this?"

Butler Su Yan bowed his head and said, "Please forgive me, Your Highness. I will find you a new personal maid immediately."

Feng Muting glared at Su Yan, "Hurry up and go!"

Feng Muting has always had a fiery temper. Even though Su Yan was used to it, he couldn't help but feel terrified. After being yelled at like that, he immediately went out of the mansion to find a maid for him. This time, he had to find a capable one.

When Su Yan led the person to Feng Muting, Feng Muting looked in the direction of the voice and met Su Fuliu, who was dressed as a woman. At that moment, it was as if the world had stopped.

If the two men who hired Su Fuliu at great expense to seduce Feng Muting knew that Su Fuliu was actually a man disguised as a woman and went to Feng Muting's mansion, they would be so angry they would vomit blood.

Perhaps they didn't explain clearly, only saying that he was to seduce Feng Muting, but not revealing that they had tried using women before and it didn't work, which is why they came to him.

They were attracted to Su Fuliu because of his male body, but now, he has actually abandoned his male identity and disguised himself as a woman to infiltrate Feng Muting's side.

However, Feng Muting quickly withdrew his gaze. "You're quite efficient. You found the right person so quickly. Alright, that's all for you. You can go now."

"I'll take my leave."

Su Fuliu glanced at Su Yan as he left, then looked at Feng Muting again, "Your Highness, what should this servant do?"

Feng Muting is dealing with important matters of state, which makes him even more prone to outbursts of temper.

Wasn't that maidservant punished and dismissed for handing him a cup of scalding hot tea while he was engrossed in reading the memorials?

But Su Fuliu looked completely bewildered, having no idea what to do next.

Feng Muting's forehead veins bulged slightly. He put down the folded document in his hand, then stood up and walked towards Su Fuliu. His powerful aura pressed directly at Su Fuliu. "Your Highness."

Feng Muting walked up to Su Fuliu, stared at him, and then, without saying a word, grabbed his right hand...

Chapter 2 Weeping and Sobbing

Feng Muting was incredibly strong, and Su Fuliu couldn't break free, so she could only let him hold her hand.

He glanced down and saw that Su Fuliu's hands were slender and without any calluses. "Your hands don't look like the hands of someone who does rough work at all."

Su Fuliu was taken aback. "This servant...this servant's family has fallen on hard times, which is why I have been reduced to being a servant."

"Is that so?" Feng Muting stared straight at him with eyes like an eagle.

He swallowed hard. "Yes, yes."

Only then did Feng Muting release his grip. "So that means you're not used to serving people yet? In that case, you can leave. My manor doesn't need someone who doesn't know how to do anything."

Su Fuliu was stunned. He had only just arrived and was already being chased away? That wouldn't do. He still had half of the gold to collect.

Looking at Feng Muting was like seeing a golden mountain. Su Fuliu didn't care anymore; even if she lost face, she had to keep it.

So he knelt down and hugged Feng Muting's leg tightly. "Your Highness, please don't send me away. I have no one to rely on and no money. If I leave the palace, I will starve to death on the streets."

He squeezed and squeezed, managing to shed a few tears. Feng Muting's brows furrowed again. "Let go!"

"I won't let go! If Your Highness doesn't let me stay, I won't let go. I'll die anyway if I go out, so I might as well be beaten to death by Your Highness." Su Fuliu started acting like a rogue.

But you should know who Feng Muting is. He's known for his explosive temper. If you try to act like a scoundrel with him, he's not just talking the talk; he'll actually take action.

Feng Muting clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands slightly visible. Just as he was about to make a move, Su Fuliu said, "Your Highness, although I don't know my place, I am very capable and can do anything. Please give me your orders, Your Highness. I will do whatever Your Highness asks, even if it means going through fire and water."

Fortunately, Feng Muting was already annoyed by matters of the court, and then he unexpectedly encountered such a shameless maid. He figured he might as well play with her and vent his anger.

"Alright, then let go."

Seeing that Feng Muting had calmed down, Su Fuliu thought she had persuaded him, but she didn't expect that as soon as he let go, she heard Feng Muting say, "Come on, prepare a mountain of knives and a cauldron of boiling oil for me!"

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Was this King Ting a madman?!

Feng Muting glanced at Su Fuliu and chuckled, "What, didn't you just confidently tell me that you would go through fire and water without hesitation?"

Su Fuliu swallowed hard, wanting to curse. These words were clearly just empty words to show loyalty, but Feng Muting actually took them seriously!

"Your Highness, this..."

Su Fuliu watched as the efficient servants quickly brought over a pot of boiling oil and a two-meter-long platform covered with sharp knives.

No wonder Feng Muting dislikes him so much; just look at the efficient servants around Feng Muting.

Feng Muting dismissed the servants, walked around the mountain of knives and boiling oil with interest, and then stopped in front of Su Fuliu. "Go, your chance to show off has come. If you don't die, then stay and serve this king."

Feng Muting spoke very casually, but Su Fuliu almost fainted. How could she possibly survive after going through fire and water?!

Seeing Su Fuliu hesitate, Feng Muting's expression suddenly changed. He pulled at the corner of his robe, sat down, and slammed his hand on the table. "Hurry up and go!"

Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting pitifully. He had never looked so pathetic in his life. He hoped that Feng Muting would soften his heart and let him go. But what he didn't know was that Feng Muting hated women crying the most.

Feng Muting waved his hand impatiently, "What are you all standing there for? You have to keep your word, even if you cry your eyes out!"

Su Fuliu never expected that Feng Muting would be so ruthless, determined to make him go through fire and water.

Su Fuliu is greedy for money, but not to the point of being reckless.

Since he already had 250 taels of gold, he could easily run away and live in anonymity.

So Su Fuliu stopped crying. Feng Muting thought he was prepared to go through fire and water, but unexpectedly he changed his mind and said, "This servant should find another way out. It's better to starve to death than to be fried to death."

Feng Muting chuckled, knowing that Su Fuliu, who had spoken so righteously just now, was actually incapable of doing what he was told.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, grabbing Su Fuliu's neck in one swift motion. Su Fuliu didn't even see it before his neck was gripped.

"Hmph, do you think you can just come and go as you please in my Prince Ting's manor?"

Feng Muting used a lot of force, and Su Fuliu could hardly breathe. But before he could beg for mercy, Feng Muting's angry eyes suddenly snapped open. He moved the hand that was gripping Su Fuliu's throat, and through the collar, he seemed to feel something...

Su Fuliu was also shocked. Oh no, she'd been exposed!

Before he could react, Feng Muting's other hand reached for his lower body...

Chapter 3: Those who survive a great calamity are sure to be blessed with good fortune.

When Feng Muting grabbed something exactly like the one on his body, he was taken aback. He looked at Su Fuliu, whose face was flushed red, whether from being pinched so hard he was short of oxygen or from shame.

Feng Muting released Su Fuliu as if he had been electrocuted, and for a moment he didn't know where to put his hand, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Su Fuliu was panting heavily, her head slightly lowered, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

His voice was naturally soft and gentle, so he didn't deliberately change it when he spoke to Feng Muting.

At this moment, Feng Muting remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Feng Muting was already planning to strangle him, and now that he knows he's a man disguised as a woman, is he doomed?!

Taking advantage of Feng Muting's distraction, Su Fuliu quietly retreated, intending to silently back to the door and then turn and run away.

But before he could move even a step, Feng Muting looked at him, his sharp, eagle-like eyes freezing him in place, making him afraid to move.

Su Fuliu thought to herself: It's over, it's over, I'm about to die!

After looking him up and down, Feng Muting said in a deep voice, "Go wash off all that rouge and powder from your face, change into a servant's uniform, and from now on, you will follow me and be my personal attendant!"

What?!

Su Fuliu was dumbfounded. What was this called? This was called "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up before you"! No, to be precise, it should be "After surviving a great calamity, good fortune is sure to follow!"

If he had known that Feng Muting wanted male servants and not female maids, he wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to disguise himself as a woman and sneak in.

Feng Muting sat back down. After tossing and turning for a long time, he had vented his frustration, so he prepared to continue reading the memorials that were giving him a headache.

After glancing at her twice, Feng Muting heard no movement around him. He looked up and saw Su Fuliu still standing there motionless.

He couldn't help but frown again. Had he made a mistake? Why had he chosen such a stupid person as his personal attendant?