Feng Jin ran forward, afraid of being dragged back by Ling Mohan. Having finally come out, she would absolutely not return without playing to her heart's content.
Feng Jin's gaze swept through the streets and alleys, constantly searching for the place she wanted to go.
This was not right. It should be on the most bustling street, so why wasn't it here?
She glanced back at the man following her. If she directly asked Ling Mohan, he would scold her and drag her home. She had to rely on her own efforts for this.
Feng Jin wished she could inspect every street. Finally, she found the place.
'Yi Hong Lou.' This place, with a name that clearly indicated it was a brothel, was exactly what she was looking for.
How long had she been here, and she hadn't even visited a brothel? Wasn't that too much of a failure? Today, she had to broaden her horizons.
Feng Jin stepped directly into Yi Hong Lou. As soon as she entered, several girls rushed forward and surrounded her.
"This young master is truly handsome!"
"Young master, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time at Yi Hong Lou?"
"Young master, come to my room for a while."
Feng Jin was stunned by the girls' enthusiasm and didn't know how to respond. Just as she was about to refuse, a pair of large hands appeared from behind, grabbed Feng Jin by the collar, and like a chick, pulled her out of the circle.
"Ling Mohan!" Seeing the person behind her, Feng Jin flashed an awkward smile. "You... how did you get here?"
Before Ling Mohan could reply, the girls behind them stepped forward and surrounded him.
"Young master, let me serve you tonight."
"Young master, let me."
Feng Jin was utterly shocked by the girls' enthusiasm. They were so different from the women she had imagined.
Coming back to her senses, Feng Jin remembered to pull Ling Mohan out.
"Everyone, we are not here to find girls. We just want to listen to a song alone. Please send over your best singer."
After Feng Jin quickly explained their intention, she was met with blank stares 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 coldly. Never mind, she would find her own fun.
As Feng Jin took a step forward, her collar was grabbed from behind, and she was immediately picked up and carried outside.
"Ah! Ling Mohan... put me down, put me down!"
"One more word, and I'll throw you down." The man's cold warning made Feng Jin tremble and dare not struggle further, allowing herself to be carried away.
"Ling Mohan, put me down. I feel a bit dizzy and my stomach is uncomfortable."
This anti-gravity behavior made Feng Jin's temples throb, making her dizzy and uncomfortable.
Ling Mohan paused, carefully put Feng Jin down, his eyes filled with anxiety as he checked her condition.
Freed, Feng Jin squatted on the ground, feeling slightly weak, and her dizziness began to subside.
"How are you?" the man's voice floated above Feng Jin.
She waved her hand and replied listlessly, "I'm fine. If you don't bother me so much, I might live a couple more years."
If Ling Mohan continued to torment her, she might truly die young.
"You are old, so I naturally won't bother you."
Ling Mohan's voice carried a hint of anger, his gaze wishing he could tear Feng Jin apart and devour her.
"I was just curious, I wanted to see."
Curiosity... Ling Mohan raised an eyebrow, his suspicious gaze fixed on Feng Jin. Curiosity about brothels, did she have such a hobby? Ling Mohan couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.
"Curious about brothels? This is the first time I've heard you have such an interest."
"I... I..."
Feng Jin stammered, unsure how to answer.
"If my wife wishes to know about brothels, you can completely ask me. I will surely teach you well, in detail."
Feng Jin raised her eyelids and met Ling Mohan's gaze. She felt inexplicably guilty and quickly averted her eyes. Why did Ling Mohan's eyes seem so strange?
"No need. If I want to know, I'll learn it myself when I go back."
After saying this, Feng Jin immediately regretted it and quickly covered her mouth. Her words were so awkward. What could she learn from a brothel, besides...
"If my wife wants to learn, I can teach you. I'm just not sure what you want to learn."
Ling Mohan moved closer to Feng Jin, his warm breath fanning her face.
"I don't want to learn anything. Let's go home!"
Feng Jin didn't want to continue the conversation and turned to go back.
Ling Mohan chuckled and followed Feng Jin's steps.
"Let's ride back. If I expect you to walk back, I don't know what other trouble you'll cause."
He had witnessed Feng Jin's capabilities and didn't feel at ease letting her go back alone. He reached out to help Feng Jin onto the horse.
"I won't. I want to look around more." She slapped away the hand he extended and walked forward on her own. She vaguely felt the figure ahead was familiar and couldn't help but follow to get a closer look.
"What is it?" Ling Mohan noticed Feng Jin's unusual behavior and stepped forward to ask.
"Don't you think the person ahead looks a bit familiar?"
Following the direction Feng Jin pointed, Ling Mohan's brow furrowed. "No, I don't."
In his eyes, all women were indistinguishable, except for Feng Jin, of course.
"I shouldn't have asked you."
Feng Jin rolled her eyes at Ling Mohan, mumbling in dissatisfaction. She walked forward to get a better look. After following for a while, her view was suddenly blocked by several people who appeared out of nowhere. By the time the crowd dispersed, the person ahead was long gone.
"Stop looking. The person left long ago."
Ling Mohan's voice was calm. From the sudden appearance of people earlier, he had already concluded that they would lose the trail. If it was purposeful, they must have realized Feng Jin was following them.
"Who do you think that person resembled?"
"Murong Jinyun," Feng Jin's thin lips parted, uttering a few words.
"Are you sure?"
"About seventy to eighty percent, but I can't be completely certain."
From the moment she saw the back, she felt it was Murong Jinyun, but she wasn't entirely sure.
"That would be quite interesting. The princess of Xiliang sneaking out in the middle of the night, truly intriguing."
This further confirmed Ling Mohan's suspicions. This marriage alliance was undoubtedly a conspiracy by the Xiliang people.
"If that's the case, what will become of Gu Beichen and Murong Jinyun's marriage?" Feng Jin couldn't help but feel a trace of pity for Gu Beichen.