At this moment, the Wan Hua Lou’s ground floor hall was brimming with festivity and merriment.
As the top brothel in Ling’an City, many wealthy merchants, notable personages, and young talents came here to seek pleasure.
Yet at this moment, one particular table caught the attention of many.
Not because of the eminence of the people seated there, but because of the table’s unusual silence.
So silent that it seemed out of place amidst the bustling backdrop.
No laughter, no jesting, only the sound of chewing food.
The women around the table staring in disbelief at the four indulging themselves, each having a question mark vividly appear in their minds.
What’s going on?
Could it be that their allure is inferior to the roast chicken on the table? Otherwise, why wouldn’t they spare even a glance?
Or perhaps, these four people came especially just to eat?
Just as these ladies were stuck in confusion amidst chaos.
The lady who brought these four here casually lit a piece of tobacco.
This was a special plant, dried and used for smoking, which had an invigorating effect.
Looking at her adept skills, it was evident that she was already a seasoned smoker.
After taking a deep puff, the smoke slowly exhaled from her mouth and nose, giving her eyes a slightly dazed look.
This scene was witnessed by Zhuo Benzheng, sitting directly opposite.
At that instant, he felt as if a heavy hammer had hit his chest, his heart suddenly shrank.
With an erudite family background, he studied poetry and books arduously since childhood, and as he grew older, the discipline at home was very strict, so he seldom interacted with women.
As for brothels, he had only seen such places in novels, never had he actually set foot in one.
Therefore, in terms of romantic feelings, he was pletely inexperienced.
Consequently, he didn’t know what this moment of heart fluttering meant.
He only felt that the woman’s expression at that time was so pitiable, making him want to hold her gently and fort her.
Yet, this contradicted the principles he usually studied; after all, a gentleman’s love originates from emotion and ends with decorum, how could he have such vile thoughts?
Zhuo Benzheng secretly despised his own thoughts.
The bold young lady seemed to sense something and glanced at him.
Zhuo Benzheng’s face flushed instantly, and he hurriedly bow his head to eat, attempting to cover up the turmoil in his heart.
The lady barely perceptibly sneered.
Ah, men!
Then she continued to smoke with her arms crossed.
But the more she behaved like this, the stronger Zhuo Benzheng was attracted to her.
Thus, he began to sneak glances at the woman.
As he watched, the woman seemed annoyed with being watched, suddenly pulled down the clothes on her shoulder, then said lightly to Zhuo Benzheng.
"Seen enough? If not, I’ll strip more!"
This bold act shocked everyone present.
Zhuo Benzheng’s face turned even redder, as if it was about to drip blood, stammered and explained.
"Miss... Miss, I didn’t... I wasn’t... ."
"Enough, don’t I know what you men are thinking?"
The lady didn’t even pull up her shoulder clothes, sitting there boldly, flicked the ash from the cigarette, took another deep puff, then extended two fingers.
"Two hundred Spirit Stones, and I’ll spend a night with you!"
"Ah this... ." Zhuo Benzheng was red-faced and at a loss on how to respond.
"What? Too expensive? Let me tell you, this is the set price, and trust me, I am skilled!"
The more she spoke, the redder Zhuo Benzheng’s face became.
Seeing this scene, the lady’s lips curled up slightly, showing a smile mixed with disdain and mischief.
Then she stood up, leaned over the table with her hand and moved her burning red lips close to Zhuo Benzheng’s ear.
"Or perhaps... you’re a virgin?"
Smelling the scent of tobacco mixed with cosmetics and the warm touch near his ear, Zhuo Benzheng’s heartbeat began to accelerate.
And as he dropped his view in panic, the sight of the curves only made the blood rush to his face.
"I... miss... not... ." He wanted to say something incoherently.
The lady chuckled lightly and then pinched his flushed cheek.
"What a cute little guy!"
At that instant, Zhuo Benzheng felt his heartbeat stop, staring blankly into the young lady’s eyes.
A subtle sensation known as ambiguity began to pervade, making the boldly behaving lady’s eyes show a hint of panic.
It seemed like a battle she once had an absolute advantage suddenly shifted.
But just then, a sudden motion and noise erupted upstairs, mingled with a woman’s cries and noises of tables and chairs colliding and scraping.
Soon, a dishevelled woman descended the stairs hastily, noticing the lady at once, she staggered towards her.
"Miss Qie, hurry, it’s Xu Gongzi causing trouble, without knowing where he got the anger, upon arrival, he’s been madly venting on the sisters, just now he even knocked Qian’er unconscious!"
Miss Qie’s expression darkened, she immediately stood up and said coldly: "Xu Gaotian, the bastard, is being increasingly lawless!"
With that, she picked up the wine jug on the table and walked upstairs.
The women seated by the table rose as well.
Not only them, but all the women in the entire ground floor hall stood up too.
Miss Qie walked a few steps forward, suddenly remembered something, turned and said to Zhuo Benzheng, who had fallen into a dazed state.
"Finish and leave immediately, this is not a place for people like you!"
With that, she walked upstairs, head held high.
Watching her figure, Zhuo Benzheng’s heart suddenly felt a taste that could not be described.
It was then that Wu Zizhang’s voice came with a sigh from behind.
"This woman is likely facing danger, didn’t you hear what that person said, the one causing trouble is none other than the Great General’s son, Xu Gaotian!"
"Indeed, a pity, but this is the fate of these women of the dust." Han Bochao lamented.
"We should eat up and leave quickly! Otherwise, if a fight breaks out and we’re caught in it, it would be quite unfortunate." Yao Yachao said.
But just then, where Zhuo Benzheng suddenly found courage, stood up resolutely and said coldly.
"You go ahead; I’m not leaving!"
"Why is this, Brother Zhuo?"
The three were equally surprised.
With a grim expression, Zhuo Benzheng said: "Think of us, graced with scholarly wisdom, how can we watch idly and not save?"
"But the opponent is the heir of the Great General Mansion!" Yao Yachao whispered.
"What’s so special about being the heir!" Zhuo Benzheng’s face showed a trace of resolve.
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