Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Xiao Guoer wanted to continue to refuse, "But, I'm running around outside every day, exposed to the wind and rain, I'm afraid I'll ruin such good material."

"You'd be wasting such good material if you didn't wear it."

"But……"

"Don't worry about it. It's just a piece of clothing. Consider it a return gift for the red fire jade you gave me. Don't take it to heart."

"Haha, then I'm making a profit. The red fire jade is only a little over a hundred taels of silver, but this set of clothes is worth more than a thousand taels."

Tang Jingchen picked up a piece of chicken marrow bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put it into the empty bowl in front of Xiao Guoer. With a slight curve at the corner of his mouth and tenderness overflowing in his eyes, he looked at Xiao Guoer and his low and gentle voice slowly sounded.

"The red fire jade that Xiao Guoer carved for me personally is a priceless treasure in my eyes."

Hearing this, Xiao Guoer picked up the chopsticks again and paused in mid-air, and then a heat slowly rose on her cheeks, but it was covered by the dark yellow bean flour, and nothing unusual could be seen. Only a hint of blush on her ears betrayed her shy mood at the moment.

Xiao Guoer paused, feeling a little helpless, not knowing how to respond to Tang Jingchen's words.

In the past, she didn't know that Tang Jingchen knew her identity as a woman, and thought that he was nice to her out of friendship. Now that she knows that he has actually known that she is a woman for a long time, there is a hint of tacit ambiguity between the two of them when they get along.

There seemed to be only a thin layer of window paper between the two of them, but no one tried to break it.

Xiao Guo'er lowered her head, picked up the chicken marrow bamboo shoots from the bowl and put them into her mouth, saying, "It's delicious!"

Tang Jingchen didn't care about her escape. After all, she was just a little girl, not as good as a man like him, so it was normal for her to be a little thin-skinned.

He picked up another piece of chicken marrow bamboo shoots for her with his chopsticks and said, "If it tastes good, eat more."

Xiaodie was waiting on the side, watching her young master looking lovingly at the young man with a scar on his face, and listening to their sweet conversation. She felt like her whole world was turned upside down.

Young Master... Young Master has never been interested in women. It turns out... It turns out that he is actually a homosexual?

But even if he is a homosexual? He should find someone who matches the young master. This young man has a scar on his face, behaves strangely and is a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. Why does the young master like him?

Master, Madam, you only have one child! How can the Tang family continue the family line?

Xiaodie cast a complicated and sad look at Shun'er who was waiting beside her, but saw that Shun'er was not shocked at all, as if he was used to it, and his face was calm.

Xiaodie thought, Shun'er follows the young master around all day, so he must have known about it a long time ago.

I don't know how long the young master has been with this scarred young man, but Shun'er didn't tell her a single word. It was a pity that she would always save a portion of any delicious snacks for him!

This heartless boy, I will never give him any snacks again!

Humph, if the master and the mistress knew about this, they would definitely skin you alive!

Shun'er was speechless when he received Xiaodie's angry and accusing gaze.

Xiaodie, it's not that I don't want to tell you the truth, it's just that the young master has given a death order. The young master said that if he tells others that Xiao Guo'er is a girl, he will be sent to a farm in the suburbs and will never be allowed to return to the Tang Mansion.

He didn't dare to take any risks, so he could only keep his mouth shut and pretend he knew nothing.

The courtyard of the young master of the Tang family is warm and peaceful, like a paradise.

But today the court is full of twists and turns, with undercurrents surging.

The Eighth Prince was brutally assassinated at the feet of the Emperor during the Dragon Boat Festival. His whereabouts and life or death remain unknown to this day.

This group of assassins are extremely evil, and the mastermind behind them is lawless and wanton to the extreme!

Officials from all walks of life came out in full force and turned Qingshui River and the entire Shangjing City upside down, but they still found nothing and were unable to find any trace of the Eighth Prince.

During this process, no one thought of going to Prince Zunyi's Mansion to search, and no one would have thought that the Eighth Prince had returned to his own mansion.

The emperor of the time was furious and dismissed and investigated many officials. There was deathly silence in the court and everyone was afraid that at this critical juncture they would displease the emperor and behead him.

Even the Fourth Prince, who had always been favored by the emperor, was not spared this time and was severely reprimanded.

Although as the Son of Heaven, the family affection between blood relatives was a little weak, but for this fifty-year-old emperor, suddenly losing such an outstanding son, he was naturally extremely sad.

The emperor sat on the dragon throne, gazing into the distance with empty eyes. Thinking of the fact that Zhao Yunrong's biological mother had been his most beloved imperial concubine, but he could not even save her only son, he was overwhelmed with sorrow and pain.

Ever since the death of the woman he once loved most, he has lost his appetite and has been depressed. Whenever he sees his son Zhao Yunrong, whose eyes and features are extremely similar to his mother's, the pain deep in his heart would be brought up again, causing him to fall into deep memories and longing.

Gradually, in order to no longer be indulged in the sorrow of missing his lover, the emperor became more and more distant from Zhao Yunrong, and began to slowly place his love on other women, and their sons were also favored by him.

But this does not mean that the emperor does not value Zhao Yunrong. In his heart, no woman can replace the position of Zhao Yunrong's biological mother in his heart.

That beautiful and gentle imperial concubine will always be a unique existence in his heart.

The position of Imperial Noble Consort had been vacant for many years, and even though the Consort had repeatedly expressed her desire to take a further step, he never agreed.

He can only have one imperial concubine!

Now, the son of his beloved was murdered by someone unknown and disappeared. The emperor could not help but recall how he had neglected and ignored his son over the years, and he suddenly felt infinite regret in his heart.

He owed Zhao Yunrong and the Imperial Noble Consort, and now he probably has no chance to make up for it.

The ministers secretly wondered whether this was done by the Fourth Prince, or whether other princes coveted the throne and wanted to kill the Eighth Prince, or whether it was a secret plan for the sake of their son's queen or concubine.

However, everything can only remain at the speculation stage, and no one can come up with solid evidence. Although the Eighth Prince's supporters are filled with righteous indignation, they can do nothing and cannot seek justice for him.

Only Xie Zhijin, a veteran of three dynasties, knelt on the ground and could not get up, indignant. "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince was assassinated, and the mastermind was indeed a wolf with evil ambitions. His heart is worthy of death. Your Majesty must thoroughly investigate this matter and give the Eighth Prince justice to comfort the spirit of the Imperial Concubine in heaven!"

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the softest and most painful place in the emperor's heart.