Chapter 102: Little Wan Encounters Danger
When he turned his head, a kind-looking old woman appeared in Wei Wanlan’s vision.
Her hair was already gray, like snow freshly fallen on the ground, covering most of her hair, but there were also spots of black and gray that couldn’t be covered, showing directly, and she also had age spots like fish scales.
“Little one, you don’t look like someone from this building. Are you looking for someone?” The old woman’s voice was hoarse.
Seeing an elderly person, Wei Wanlan breathed a sigh of relief, swallowing back the words he had prepared for a lecher.
He also found it strange why an elderly person who looked frail would be in such a place of entertainment. He stared blankly at the old woman for a moment, then asked with a hint of vigilance: “Then, why is Grandma here? I don’t think Grandma looks like someone from Mianhua Lou either.”
“Mianhua Lou is my family’s property,” the old woman said, coughing a few times, her breath unstable. “I came to take a look when I had time.”
Wei Wanlan shuddered in fright, the tips of his ears trembling. He thought to himself that he had run into the owner this time and been caught red-handed. His cheeks flushed slightly. Sneaking into a pleasure house to find someone was not something to be proud of no matter how you looked at it.
However, the old woman waved her hand to comfort him first: “It’s fine. This is a place for seeking pleasure. There are plenty of people whose spouses come here for illicit affairs, and plenty who come here to find them.” Her tone suggested she was used to such scenes.
Since she was magnanimous first, Wei Wanlan felt even more embarrassed. He lowered his head, his toes gripping the ground.
Then he raised his head.
He met the old woman’s gaze: “Who are you looking for?”
“Fu Jun,” Wei Wanlan said. “I’m looking for Fu Jun.”
But the homophone of this name immediately defined Wei Wanlan’s behavior as a wife looking for her cheating husband (Fu Jun sounds like husband). The old woman smiled faintly and nodded: “You didn’t cause too much trouble.”
Hey, I didn’t want to make a big fuss and expose the hero’s location, nor did I want to disturb your business…
Brothels were legal in ancient times.
Wei Wanlan scratched his head, afraid the old woman would have other misunderstandings, and also afraid that his description would be inaccurate and he wouldn’t find the right person.
So he gestured to the old woman about Fu Jun’s characteristics, especially his height. He gestured with his hand: “The person I’m looking for is very tall, this tall. High nose bridge too. His shoulders are broad, but not that burly kind of build, very upright and well-proportioned… very handsome!”
No, no, I’m completely out of words QAQ
Wei Wanlan lowered his head.
He looked no different from a jealous little wife or lover who had come to Mianhua Lou to catch an affair. The old woman’s eyes curved in amusement.
“Anyway, if you’ve seen him, please help me,” Wei Wanlan pleaded, vaguely expressing Fu Jun’s situation. “He might be in a bit of trouble; he needs me.”
The old woman didn’t move at first when she heard this, seeming to consider it, her eyelids half-lowered.
Wei Wanlan hurriedly dispelled the old woman’s concerns. He patted his chest and guaranteed: “I absolutely have no intention of disturbing your business! Once I find him and ask him something, I’ll leave! I can also compensate you, give you money…”
Saying this, Wei Wanlan unhesitatingly stuffed all the valuable things he was wearing into the old woman’s hands, transforming from a not-so-plain Wei Wanlan into a plain Wei Wanlan.
The plain little emperor seemed to finally move the old woman.
The old woman returned half of Wei Wanlan’s accessories, keeping the other half, but didn’t rush to verify their authenticity. She turned around with her hands in her sleeves, leaving a sentence for Wei Wanlan:
“There are two hundred and twenty-one rooms in this building, and some are not open to the public. You won’t find him. Come with me.”
“Uh, okay…”
Wei Wanlan hesitated at first.
But since the old woman had accepted his money and probably guessed his purpose, and hadn’t made things difficult for him from beginning to end, Wei Wanlan analyzed the details and gradually relaxed his guard, feeling it was quite reasonable. He lifted his feet and followed the old woman.
“Wait for me!”
“How do you plan to find him? He might be using an alias!”
He asked the old woman as he walked.
The old woman’s answer was slow and concise, revealing a familiarity with Mianhua Lou:
“There is a registration book in the building. Half of the guests are regulars; I either know them or remember their names. For the other half, I can send someone to deliver hot water and fruit platters. These small expenses are covered by the money you gave.”
So there’s such a method? Isn’t this a disguised raid?
Wei Wanlan nodded secretly. Truly worthy of being the owner.
“Then where are we going now?” he asked.
“I’m old and lack energy; I can’t stand for too long. Accompany me to the wing room to sit for a while. I’ll instruct the turtle (male servant in a brothel) to handle the matter.”
Saying this, the old woman coughed a few more times, her lungs sounding like bellows. Wei Wanlan hurried to pat her back, but the old woman waved him off: “Old problem. Be careful I don’t pass the sickness to you. Let’s go.”
Upstairs.
And up another floor.
At the end of the corridor on the top floor of Mianhua Lou, the door opened.
Wei Wanlan paused slightly, his eyes gradually widening.
The old woman’s resting place could probably be called the most luxurious suite in Mianhua Lou.
The room was large. The outer room was furnished with a mandarin duck embroidered screen and a long table with exquisite fruits and cakes. After walking a few steps into the inner room, he saw a large bed draped with red gauze curtains, with two soft cushions lying horizontally on the bed. There were erotic paintings on the walls.
Still couldn’t escape the decoration limitations of a brothel.
Wei Wanlan shook his head looking at the decor, feeling these furnishings were still meant to stimulate people who came here to do things that could be done but shouldn’t result in babies. Even if arranged as comfortably as possible, its essence wouldn’t change.
How can an old woman of this age do baby-making things!!!
This isn’t a rest room!!!
…But just as he realized the strange situation, the old woman who had entered the room first somehow slipped out like a ghost, suddenly exiting the room. Where was the staggering, elderly posture from just now?
Wei Wanlan felt a heavy stone drop in his heart.
A strong feeling of being deceived gripped his little heart. Wei Wanlan hurried over to bang on the door, but the old woman’s voice changed from hoarse and old to an out-and-out male voice, rough and fierce:
“Little thing.”
“What kind of place is this for you to run around casually?”
“Ever since you bumped into a few patrons, people have been finding me, eagerly asking about your price for the night. I advise you to save your strength. Today’s patron paid enough. If you obediently say you’re from the building and serve well, you can avoid physical suffering. If not…”
The man sneered at the end, ignoring Wei Wanlan’s banging, his footsteps gradually fading away.
Wei Wanlan knew some things now. After staying in the brothel for so long at night, he naturally knew what he was facing. He would be treated as a young prostitute receiving guests. And that.
Wei Wanlan suddenly felt weak all over, smelling a soft, sweet fragrance. He guessed it was knockout incense.
The incense poured in from the vent.
Wei Wanlan’s hair stood on end from fright.
Going to, going to be bullied QAQ
Midnight.
Spring rain poured down in Luoyang. Thunder rumbled.
The men and women seeking pleasure in this red-light district of the Eastern Capital had all gone indoors due to the weather. The strings of lights on the long street swayed, but one could see the end at a glance. The road surface reflected the lights, wet like flowing silk.
“Reporting to the Regent King, not found in the inns!”
“Our people have been watching the theater, no sign.”
“All restaurants in Luoyang have been searched, and all restaurants are closed.”
“…”
Different reports came from various directions of the flower street.
Rainwater slid down the determined contours of Su Jingzhi’s face, gathering at his jawline and dripping down. His expression was grim, holding the reins of a black steed. His voice was mellow but faintly strained:
“Search again.”
“Reporting to the Prince, if we expand the search range further, there are only the residential houses in Luoyang City,” a soldier said. “The young master he… might have found a family to hide with because the night is dark and it’s raining.”
“Do not search publicly. Just say we are hunting a fugitive.”
“Yes, Prince!”
The soldier responded quickly, his execution impressive, disappearing in an instant.
The strings of lights on the flower street made people dizzy in the rainy night.
Su Jingzhi tightened his grip on the reins. For him now, even acupuncture on the Yuyao point had minimal effect. The poison affecting his vision was becoming more frequent.
But in front of the generals, he had to maintain his majesty. This meant the more uncomfortable he was, the straighter he sat, and the grim solemnity became more obvious.
So in the eyes of the generals, the Regent King’s face was gloomy, clearly determined to find the little emperor. The generals dared not say much.
The only informed person, Xiao Mengshi, couldn’t speak.
Because just now, the usually arrogant Su Jingzhi had intended to kill him. But in the end, when truths like “don’t believe in curses” and “you’re poisoned” were spoken, he spared his life and gave him a few instructions. The words sounded like last wishes, shocking Xiao Ji repeatedly.
Generations of the Su family harmed by strange poison…
He understood the source of the poison.
He just never expected Su Jingzhi to endure severe pain daily to maintain his dignity before death…
Nor did he expect Su Jingzhi’s frantic governance before death, both eliminating troubles for Great Wei and ensuring the little emperor could take over smoothly:
“This Prince will leave quietly before death.”
“His Majesty will surely appoint you as Prime Minister. You must search, but only you know I am dead.”
In the narrow alley, strangled by the Regent King, the talented Xiao Sheren, hearing his hushed voice entrusting the fate of the nation, felt unbearable sorrow. He loved writing poems on impulse, but couldn’t compose a single word then.
Su Jingzhi.
That was someone who had been at odds with him since childhood, and whom he considered heartless after taking power.
As a result, when this person took the deep affection route, Xiao Sheren couldn’t laugh at all, but wanted to cry.
Xiao Ji said: “Prince. Now the soldiers have searched all the places where this Fu Jun could appear, and there are spies in every place. The soldiers are disciplined and shouldn’t have missed anything. Searching residential houses would be too loud and slow.”
“Get to the point.”
Xiao Ji didn’t beat around the bush: “Tomorrow morning, release news throughout the city saying there will be a martial arts tournament in Luoyang. Before the tournament, the Heaven Sword Manor Lord was assassinated and injured, resting in a certain inn. His Majesty will definitely return!”
Because he is the most sentimental little emperor.
Xiao Ji thought his proposal was appropriate. He looked up at Su Jingzhi, waiting for his order.
But the other’s expression became even more solemn.
The cold, iron-like gloomy aura made the water dripping down Su Jingzhi’s robes seem to freeze into ice.
Su Jingzhi’s thoughts were even more tense than what appeared on the surface.
If others’ understanding of Wei Wanlan was superficial.
He might know Little Wan a bit better.
“Finding him nowhere now isn’t because he’s hiding well. He doesn’t like trouble. It’s possible he’s trapped.”
Little Wan is silly.
He believes whatever people say, kind and easy to deceive, and looks innocent. He’s simply the top choice for scammers.
If he really encountered the worst-case scenario he had imagined beforehand, being entangled by some riffraff, he wouldn’t be able to come back at all.
Su Jingzhi gripped the sword at his waist for no reason.
Although he didn’t know where to strike, rubbing the hilt with his thumb was the only way to slightly relieve the panic in his heart.
He looked up at the nearby Mianhua Lou: The brothel was closed, singing and dancing inside, a gathering place for riffraff.
When he disguised himself as Fu Jun, he only dared to take Little Wan to the roof, guarding strictly against him contacting various people inside. He believed that even if Little Wan wanted to hide, he definitely wouldn’t hide in such a filthy place. Little Wan was sensible and knew self-love.
But he was afraid someone would trick Little Wan into a place like a brothel…
The sword was gripped tighter!
Su Jingzhi said: “Not just this brothel, all brothels, gambling dens, and black markets must be checked, all of them!!!”
Just as he was about to order, dismounting to personally search Mianhua Lou.
Beside him, Xiao Ji suddenly screamed, his voice piercing the rain curtain:
“Su Su Su Su Su, Su Yan, disaster, something big happened, look there, look quickly!”
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