Feng Jin ran ahead, afraid of being dragged back by Ling Mohan. She had finally gotten out, and she definitely wouldn't go back until she had her fill of fun.
Feng Jin's gaze swept across the streets and alleys, searching for the place she wanted to go.
This was unexpected. Shouldn't it be on the most prosperous street? How could it not be here?
She glanced back at the man following her. If she asked Ling Mohan directly, he would scold her and drag her home. This was something she had to rely on herself for.
Feng Jin wished she could explore every street. Finally, she found the place.
"Yihong Lou." That's right, this place, with a name that clearly indicated it was a brothel, was exactly where she wanted to go.
How long had she been here, and she hadn't even visited a brothel? Wasn't that a complete failure? Today, she had to broaden her horizons.
Feng Jin strode directly into Yihong Lou. As soon as she stepped inside, several girls came forward and surrounded her.
"This young master is truly handsome!"
"Young Master, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time at our Yihong Lou?"
"Young Master, come to my room to sit."
Feng Jin was stunned by the girls' enthusiasm and didn't know how to reply for a moment. Just as she was about to refuse, a pair of large hands appeared behind her, grabbed the collar of her clothes, and pulled her out of the encirclement as if she were a chick.
"Ling Mohan!" Seeing the person behind her, Feng Jin gave an awkward smile. "Why... why are you here?"
Before Ling Mohan could reply, the girls behind them crowded around him.
"Young Master, let me serve you tonight."
"Young Master, let me do it."
Feng Jin was completely astonished by the girls' enthusiasm. They were so different from the women in her imagination.
After coming to her senses, Feng Jin remembered to pull Ling Mohan out.
"Everyone, we're not here to find girls. We just want to listen to a song. Just send over the girl who sings the best."
Feng Jin quickly explained her intention, which was met with eye-rolls from the girls. They all dispersed, no longer paying attention to the two of them.
Feng Jin's mouth twitched. The difference in treatment was too obvious. Where had their previous fiery enthusiasm gone?
"They are truly snobbish," Feng Jin snorted. Forget it, she would find a girl herself for some fun.
As soon as Feng Jin took a step forward, she was seized by the collar from behind and then directly scooped up and carried out.
"Ah! Ling Mohan... Put me down, put me down!"
"Speak one more word, and I'll drop you." The man's cold warning reached Feng Jin's ears, making her tremble all over. She dared not struggle anymore, allowing the man to carry her away.
"Ling Mohan, put me down. I feel a bit dizzy, and my stomach isn't feeling well."
This behavior, which defied gravity, made Feng Jin feel as if blood was rushing to her temples, making her dizzy and uncomfortable.
Ling Mohan paused. He carefully put Feng Jin down, his eyes filled with anxiety as he checked her condition.
Freed from his grasp, Feng Jin squatted on the ground, feeling a little weak. The dizziness had subsided slightly.
"How are you?" the man's voice floated softly above Feng Jin's head.
She waved her hand and replied weakly, "I'm fine. If you bother me less, I might live a few more years."
If Ling Mohan continued to torment her, she might really die young.
"You're always so frail. Of course, I won't torment you."
Ling Mohan's tone was laced with anger, and his gaze seemed as if he wanted to tear Feng Jin apart and devour her.
"I was just curious. I wanted to see."
Curious... Ling Mohan raised an eyebrow, his suspicious gaze fixed on Feng Jin. Curiosity about a brothel? What did she intend to do? Ling Mohan couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
"Curious about brothels? This is the first time I've heard you have such a peculiar interest."
"I... I..."
Feng Jin stammered, not knowing how to answer.
"If my dear wife wants to know what a brothel is like, you can always ask your husband. I will definitely teach you well, in great detail."
Feng Jin lifted her eyelids and met Ling Mohan's gaze. She felt inexplicably guilty and quickly averted her eyes. Why did Ling Mohan's gaze seem so strange?
"No need. If I want to know, I'll learn it myself when I get back."
After saying that, Feng Jin immediately regretted it and quickly covered her mouth. Those words were truly awkward. What could she learn at a brothel, other than...?
"If my dear wife wants to learn something, I can teach you. I just don't know what aspect you're interested in learning."
Ling Mohan moved closer to Feng Jin, his warm breath puffing onto her face.
"I don't want to learn anything. Let's go home!"
Feng Jin didn't want to continue this topic. She turned and walked back.
Ling Mohan chuckled and then followed Feng Jin's steps.
"Let's ride back. If we count on you walking, who knows what kind of trouble you'll cause."
He had witnessed Feng Jin's capabilities and couldn't rest assured letting her return alone. He reached out to help Feng Jin onto the horse.
"No way! I want to look around more." She batted away the hand reaching for her and walked forward on her own. She vaguely felt that the figure ahead looked familiar and couldn't help but step closer to get a better look.
"What's wrong?" Ling Mohan noticed Feng Jin's unease and stepped forward to ask.
"Don't you think the person ahead looks a bit familiar?"
Following the direction Feng Jin pointed, Ling Mohan frowned slightly. "No."
In his eyes, all women were the same, except for Feng Jin, of course.
"I shouldn't have asked you."
Feng Jin gave Ling Mohan a sidelong glance and mumbled discontentedly. She walked forward to get a closer look. After following for a while, she was suddenly blocked by several people who appeared out of nowhere. By the time the crowd dispersed, the person was long gone.
"Stop looking. The person left long ago."
Ling Mohan's voice was faint. From the people who had inexplicably appeared, he had already concluded that they would definitely lose track of the person. If it was a targeted action, they must have already noticed Feng Jin following behind.
"Who do you think that person resembled?"
"Murong Jinyun," Feng Jin's lips parted slightly as she uttered the words.
"Are you sure?"
"She looked about seventy to eighty percent like her, but I can't be completely certain."
From the first glance, she felt that the back belonged to Murong Jinyun, but she wasn't entirely sure.
"That would be quite interesting. The Princess of Xiliang sneaking out late at night. Truly intriguing."
This further confirmed Ling Mohan's suspicion. This marriage alliance was definitely a conspiracy by the people of Xiliang.
"If that's the case, what about the marriage between Gu Beichen and Murong Jinyun?" Feng Jin couldn't help but feel a trace of pity for Gu Beichen.