The two found a secluded, unoccupied room, climbed in through the window, and then tiptoed into the brightly lit corridor.
Inside Nuanxiang Pavilion, ornate lanterns had just been lit, accompanied by the melodious sounds of string and wind instruments.
The intricately carved main doors stood wide open. In the grand hall, colorful lanterns hung high like dazzling pearls. Silk ribbons and gauze curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, adding a touch of softness and elegance to this bustling place.
On the massive stage, several lightly dressed beauties were dancing gracefully.
Their slender waists swayed slowly, their chests trembling with each movement. Beneath their cicada-wing-thin garments, jade-like contours were faintly visible, giving them an ethereal, fairy-like appearance.
At the sight, Zhang Dayong couldn’t help but drool.
“Keep staring and I’ll tell your wife,” Shen Yue said, twisting his ear.
“Ouch, don’t!”
Zhang Dayong cried out in pain, then pointed to a private booth downstairs. “Director, look! It’s Song Xianzhi!”
Song Xianzhi was wearing a flamboyant purple robe today, seated in the front row. His eyes were fixed on the girls on stage as he fanned himself with a folding fan, looking utterly content.
“Director, he has two guards with him.”
“I see. Can you handle them?”
“Absolutely.” Zhang Dayong thumped his chest confidently.
“Good. Let’s move!”
As the dance ended, the girls retreated from the stage. The lead dancer, blushing shyly, swayed her serpentine waist as she approached Song Xianzhi, who promptly pulled her into his embrace.
“Mengmeng, let this young master adore you…”
Squinting slightly, he made no attempt to hide the lust in his eyes. While speaking, he kissed her cherry lips, his large hands beginning to wander restlessly.
Ru Meng, being experienced in the pleasure quarters, knew exactly how to handle men. She extended her snow-white hands in a feigned attempt to push him away, yet her body remained firmly pressed against him.
“Young master, don’t~~~~”
Her red lips parted slightly, a seductive expression on her face. Her voice carried a melodious, winding tone that even Shen Yue, watching from the second floor, found slightly dizzying. Beside her, Zhang Dayong stared fixedly at Ru Meng, grinning foolishly.
Shen Yue cleared his throat softly and spotted Bai Yunfei among the guests on the first floor. He caught his eye and gave a subtle signal.
Bai Yunfei nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then picked up a wine cup and pretended to be drunk, staggering forward.
As he passed by Ru Meng, he “accidentally” stumbled and spilled wine on her chest.
Ru Meng immediately showed disgust but, constrained by Bai Yunfei’s status as a guest, could only complain coquettishly to Song Xianzhi:
“Young master, look! My dress is ruined!”
“Eh~” Song Xianzhi raised an eyebrow and coaxed her, “You’ll be taking it off soon anyway, right, beautiful?”
“Eww~ you’re so bad~” Ru Meng pouted in mock anger. “Young master, please wait in the room. This servant will go wash up and change clothes, then come to you.”
After letting the man kiss her a few more times, she swayed away.
The man licked his lips, savoring the moment, then headed upstairs to the second floor.
By then, Shen Yue had already vanished from the second-floor corridor. Seeing the three men approaching, Zhang Dayong curled his lips into a mischievous grin.
He quickly approached the two guards, throwing an arm around each of them.
“Fellows, you’d better not follow. Sister Ru Meng said she wants to play something special with Young Master Song tonight. If you two stand guard outside the door, she won’t be able to… let loose.”
“How dare you!” The guard immediately went on high alert upon seeing this, raising his hand to draw his ornamental sword.
“Ah!” Zhang Dayong was so frightened he let go and swiftly hid behind Song Xianzhi. “Young Master, look at them…”
Though he’d intended to speak with a coquettish tone, his voice was too rough and unpleasant, and his stature too burly. Song Xianzhi couldn’t help but furrow his brows like twisted hemp.
“Did Ru Meng really say that?”
Song Xianzhi was somewhat skeptical, but recalling the words “something special,” he felt an itch in his heart.
“Mhm! Would I lie? Don’t worry, Young Master. Leave these two guards to me. I’ll entertain them properly.”
“Young Master…” The guard tried to speak further, but Song Xianzhi waved his hand. “You may go.”
“Ah, that’s more like it!” Zhang Dayong chuckled gleefully and, without another word, ushered the two guards downstairs.
By this time, Shen Yue had already entered Song Xianzhi’s private room. She rummaged through chests and cabinets but found no trace of the silver notes.
Thinking it over carefully, such a large sum of money would surely be on his person. It seemed she’d have to engage with him for a while.
As she pondered this, she heard footsteps approaching from outside—steady and efficient, clearly those of a trained martial artist.
Judging by the heaviness of the steps, it was a man, about six feet tall and weighing around 140 pounds. It had to be Song Xianzhi.
The door creaked open as Song Xianzhi entered. Spotting the unexpected green-clad girl in his room, he froze momentarily.
But then, he quietly closed the door, swiftly approached her, and looked her up and down.
“Did Ru Meng send you? She said she wanted to try something special. Could it be she wants you to serve me together with her?”
Damn, he’s quite the imaginative one!
Shen Yue had already cursed him internally several times, but on the surface, she feigned terror:
“N-no… that’s not it. I’m new here. Mama Wang just said she was going to sell me to that seventy-year-old Master Tian. I was so scared I ran away and hid in your room… Young Master, could you please not turn me in?”
Her eyes glistened with tears, presenting a pitiful sight that melted Song Xianzhi’s heart.
“Easy now, all is well…”
The girl before him was fair and delicate, with large, sparkling eyes and a cute pout. Though not as seductive as Ru Meng, her natural, refreshing beauty held an indescribable charm.
Since she was new, she must be untouched, right? He never expected such luck today.
“Don’t be afraid, pretty one. You’ll have to receive clients sooner or later. Rather than letting Mama Wang sell you to that old man, why not come with me? How about it?”
As he spoke, Song Xianzhi spread his arms and lunged toward her.
Shen Yue nimbly dodged, her voice soft and coquettish. “Do you mean that, Young Master? You mustn’t deceive me.”
“Of course I mean it.”
A lecherous smile curled Song Xianzhi’s lips as he pulled her into his embrace without another word.
The strong smell of alcohol on him nearly made Shen Yue gag.
“Young Master, this is my first time. I’m a bit scared. How about we share a drink to set the mood?”
Song Xianzhi was already completely enchanted by her. How could he refuse? “Anything you say, my beauty…”
“Then please wait for me by the bed.”
Shen Yue gently pushed him away and moved to the table. Using her figure to block the view, she swiftly slipped a drug into one of the cups of wine and brought it to his lips.
As soon as the wine went down, Song Xianzhi felt a wave of heat surge through his entire body, his vision and consciousness growing increasingly blurred. “My beauty, this wine…”
“This is Nuanxiang Pavilion’s specialty Tiger Whip Wine. Your Highness, prepare to enjoy it thoroughly!”
While spinning this wild tale, Shen Yue began to undo his garments.
Just then, Ru Meng’s voice suddenly came from outside the door: “Your Highness, your servant has arrived~”