Time Travel: Brothel Maid

It was late at night, everything was quiet, at the back door of Prince Zunyi's mansion.

Under the cover of night, no one noticed a young man standing alone at a corner.

The man stopped and looked around. After making sure that no one was following him, he quickly stepped forward and walked through the back door of the palace.

Led by the guards who had been waiting there for a long time, the man soon met the Eighth Prince, who was rumored to have been assassinated and fell into the water during the day and his whereabouts were unknown.

Zhao Yunrong, wearing a moon-white robe embroidered with dark patterns and faintly glowing, leaned lazily on the armchair. The injuries on his body prevented him from overexerting himself, and his face showed an unprecedented look of fatigue.

"Meet the prince."

"No gift."

Tang Jingchen lowered his eyes slightly, his expression respectful, "Your Highness is seriously injured, please take care of yourself." After that, he held a long wooden box in his hand high above his head, "This is a thousand-year-old wild ginseng, it is the most effective for nourishing and healing, strengthening the body and replenishing the essence, please accept it, Your Highness."

Zhao Yunrong looked at Tang Jingchen who was bowing slightly in front of him, and a hint of interest flashed in his deep eyes, which was unpredictable.

"You have a heart."

The eunuch beside him was very clever and quickly stepped forward to take the wooden box that was as long as an arm. Then he heard the prince's calm order, "You go down first. Mr. Tang and I have something confidential to discuss. No one is allowed to come in during this time."

The eunuch bowed and left.

Zhao Yunrong carefully looked at Tang Jingchen, a man of extraordinary bearing in front of him. The son of a merchant, he was calculating and thorough in his work, and was not inferior to any politician who had been immersed in officialdom for many years.

In the past, I never noticed that there were such talents in the world.

Tang Jingchen could feel Zhao Yunrong's inquiring and intimidating gaze falling on him.

His heart suddenly tightened. Could it be that Fu Qian really said something to the prince?

It was not a hot night, but he was covered in a layer of cold sweat. His hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists, which slowly tightened.

No matter what, he must protect Xiao Guoer and must not hand her over to the Eighth Prince!

A deep voice broke the silence in the room, "You did a good job during the day, but what reward do you want?"

Hearing this, Tang Jingchen's clenched fists loosened slightly, and he lowered his head and replied, "It is an honor for me to serve the prince, how dare I ask for any reward."

Zhao Yunrong chuckled and nodded with satisfaction: "The Tang family has always been loyal to the court and has helped Your Majesty solve problems many times. It can be said that the whole family is loyal and righteous. This king also admires the Tang family, especially Young Master Tang's intelligence and cleverness, which really makes this king look at him with new eyes."

"Your Majesty, I am so ashamed to accept your praise."

"Mr. Tang is modest. But no matter how big the Tang family's business is, it is still a low-end merchant. Mr. Tang, have you ever thought about letting the Tang family advance further in your hands?"

Facing the Eighth Prince's probing, Tang Jingchen had to reply more cautiously, "Thank you, Your Highness, for considering me. I have low aspirations. I only hope to maintain the Tang family's business and do my best to pay taxes for our dynasty. It will be enough for me to live up to my father's hard work."

As Tang Jingchen finished his words, there was another frightening silence.

Fortunately, after a short silence, the Eighth Prince spoke again, "Your Tang family has a huge business, and I don't know how many people are jealous of you. If you don't have support in the court, it will not be easy to do business safely."

"Mr. Tang, you must plan ahead and prevent any disaster before it happens. Don't become a victim for no reason one day. It will be too late to regret it then."

This was a naked threat. Tang Jingchen pursed his lips with difficulty. When he was thinking quickly about how to respond, he heard a majestic voice again.

"Since ancient times, those who know the current situation are heroes. Mr. Tang, please think twice before acting, and don't make a decision that you will regret later."

How could the Eighth Prince, who is of such high status, tolerate being rejected more than twice?

Tang Jingchen's throat rolled, he lifted up his robe at his knees, and knelt down in the direction of the armchair, "Thank you for your love, Your Highness. I am deeply grateful and willing to sacrifice my life for you. I only ask that Your Highness protect the Tang family."

A hearty laugh sounded from above his head, and a pair of official boots appeared in front of his kneeling knees.

Zhao Yunrong personally helped Tang Jingchen up, his face full of satisfaction, "Don't worry, Master Tang, I will succeed with the help of the Tang family, and the Tang family will continue to flourish in your hands."

"I have one more thing that needs to be done by Master Tang..."

It was not until Tang Jingchen walked out of the back door of the palace and his alert nerves slowly relaxed that he realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He walked slowly on the dark road, feeling depressed and his steps heavy.

Now the Tang family is firmly tied to the Eighth Prince.

But the road to the throne is difficult and dangerous, with too many variables. If successful, it will naturally be a smooth road full of flowers and flowers; but if failed, the person will be shattered to pieces and no body will be left!

He didn't want to take risks, but now the situation was pressing and he had no choice but to take risks.

He had to think of a foolproof plan, find a way out, and act cautiously, so that if the day came when the catastrophe really came, he would not be helpless and at the mercy of others.

The confused thoughts gradually became clear, the black eyes in the dark night revealed a tiny light, and the steps under my feet became more and more firm.

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The next morning, in the courtyard of the young master of the Tang family, a colorful parrot kept chirping under the corridor, breaking the originally quiet atmosphere of the courtyard.

Xiao Guoer was awakened by the parrot's cry while sleeping. Without opening her eyes, she frowned and covered her head with the quilt, trying to block out the annoying noise coming from outside the window.

Unfortunately, although the parrot's call is not loud, it is very penetrating and can penetrate many obstacles and reach the brain directly.

Xiao Guoer, who was hiding in the quilt, slowly opened her hazy eyes. Her mind was still in a mess, and she was wondering where this annoying parrot came from to disturb her sweet dreams?

How about we grab some and stew them and make some soup?

The quilt covering him felt silky and soft, totally different from usual, which made Xiao Guoer's muddled mind clear for a moment.

The quilt above the head was suddenly thrown back, and what came into view was a light gauze curtain surrounding the bed that emitted a faint glow.

By the way, this is not the east wing of Zhuxian Lane, but the Tang Mansion, a room in Tang Jingchen’s courtyard.

Then this noisy parrot can’t be used to make soup, Xiao Guoer thought with some regret.

Just as I was about to get up, the parrot, which had been chirping non-stop, suddenly became quiet.