After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

"Why didn't she come and tell me in person?" Shi Wanyue asked before Chu Qiu left.

"The master said that she didn't know when she would be back today, and she might not be able to explain all these things even when she came back, so she asked me to inform Young Madam so that she can make preparations in advance." Chu Qiu answered Shi Wanyue without hesitation.

Hearing Chu Qiu's answer, Shi Wanyue chuckled. This guy even thought that she might ask this question.

"Go ahead and keep an eye on her. Even though Su Jincheng and others don't dare to kill her directly in Nanshao City, it doesn't necessarily mean it's safer." Shi Wanyue reminded Chu Qiu.

"Yes, Shao Ji, don't worry. There will be no peace anywhere tonight. Princess He Yue will be very busy tomorrow, and Su Jincheng will also be very busy."

"What is she going to do?" Shi Wanyue frowned slightly.

"Young Master will know tomorrow." Chu Qiu followed Wen Zhimiao's instructions and deliberately did not say it.

Shi Wanyue rubbed his brows, thinking about what Wen Zhimiao wanted to do, but Chu Qiu had already left.

Just now I thought I understood Wen Zhimiao, but now I can’t guess what she wants to do.

Shi Wanyue sat there thinking for a long time, and finally an idea flashed across his mind: assassination?

Since the other party was able to hire someone to kill them, according to Wen Zhimiao's character, he would probably retaliate in the same way the other party had treated him.

What's more, those killer organizations are probably in Wen Zhimiao's hands with some leverage.

Shi Wanyue's guess was not wrong. When Wen Zhimiao came back last night, the bedrooms of the leaders of several major killer organizations on the road had a stack of silver bills and a list with the names of people to be killed.

At the end of the list is a picture of a blooming red plum blossom.

At first glance, I knew it was sent by the young master whom I had never met last time.

It's very annoying when a killer organization is stuck like a dog-skin plaster.

But there was no reason to refuse. Firstly, the other party had the upper hand over me, and secondly, the other party had also given me money according to the rules of the underworld.

Shi Wanyue had just figured it out, and Nanshao City had already become lively.

Many black figures shuttled through the dark corners and alleys in the city.

At this time, Huayue Tower was still bustling with activity, with the sounds of singing, dancing and orchestra never stopping, creating an extravagant atmosphere.

Wen Zhimiao sat among a group of playboys, enjoying their flattery and looking elated.

It even felt like meeting a close friend.

Everyone present also knew Wen Zhimiao's identity, and some flattered him, while others took the opportunity to curry favor with him.

Wen Zhimiao also chatted with them with a smile, and even said a few outrageous words when he was drunk, which went straight to the hearts of these playboys.

Duan Jiling was also helping her, singing the same tune, as if she was wondering why she didn't get to know these guys earlier.

Although a lot of water was added to the wine, Wen Zhimiao's alcohol tolerance was average, so he still got drunk after drinking it, and his head even started to feel a little dizzy.

But no one here today is trustworthy, so Wen Zhimiao doesn’t dare to let himself get drunk.

When he felt that he was really dying, Wen Zhimiao grabbed a maid who was serving wine and said, "Go into the room and serve me."

Duan Jiling watched Wen Zhimiao pulling the maid back to the room. She instinctively wanted to follow, but was caught by Bian Ruitong.

Bian Ruitong, if nothing else, has a good alcohol tolerance: "Lingling, don't leave. If you leave, I will be left alone to deal with them. I can't handle it."

This was what Wen Zhimiao instructed, and it was also what Bian Ruitong really thought. She really couldn't handle it.

Wen Zhimiao pulled the maid into the room, closed the door, and immediately sealed her acupoints.

Chu An also came in at this time.

Wen Zhimiao held the door, gestured to the maid to keep quiet, and stuffed a silver ingot into her arms: "I'll unblock your acupuncture points in a while, and you can go to the bed and perform it yourself."

"Do you know what to act?" Wen Zhimiao asked.

The maid nodded obediently.

"If you want to save your life, stop shouting, understand?" Wen Zhimiao felt dizzy and felt that the person in front of him had double vision.

The maid nodded again obediently.

"Then I'll untie you. Please ask someone to bring hot water. I want to take a bath." Wen Zhimiao said softly.

The maid nodded obediently, and Wen Zhimiao untied her acupoints.

She really didn't shout, but followed Wen Zhimiao's instructions and called for hot water for her.

While waiting for the hot water, Wen Zhimiao lay on the table. In order to prevent himself from falling asleep, he chatted with the maid: "If you can leave this place, will you go?"

The maid thought for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Please, Your Highness, take me away."

She looked at Wen Zhimiao with some hope.

Wen Zhimiao shook his finger at her: "I'll take you away..."

Halfway through her speech she couldn't help but burp and frowned in disgust.

"Even if I take you away, you are still a slave. You have to find a way to make a living. Although working is like being a beast of burden, it is better than being a plaything here, right?"

The maid was a little confused, but she felt that it made some sense.

She knew better than anyone that such places were not glamorous places. Sometimes, customers would kill them, and the madam would just curse and say it was useless and unlucky.

The so-called top host just has a little more autonomy, allowing oneself to choose the customers.

Those romantic stories in vernacular novels are just vernacular novels after all, and reality is not like that.

Hot water was brought over at this time, and Wen Zhimiao went to take a bath leisurely. The maid helped her prepare clean new clothes and carefully asked outside if she wanted to be served.

Wen Zhimiao refused like a snake or scorpion.

"No, no, no, you are not allowed to come in. Go and perform on the bed by yourself. Go away." She already had a bit of a lisp when she spoke, which sounded cute.

The maid responded and walked towards the bed in the room. Wen Zhimiao took a bath and even washed her hair casually.

Resisting the urge to fall asleep, I crawled out in a daze and put on the clothes that were lying next to me.

But if you look closely, you can see that the clothes are worn in a mess and the buttons are not fastened properly.

Wen Zhimiao wiped his hair roughly, making sure it was no longer dripping, and then put on his coat.

As soon as she reached the window, a shadow guard came over and asked if she needed help.

Wen Zhimiao nodded vigorously at her: "Send me back."

The shadow guard took her out of Huayue Tower quietly, and there was a carriage ready at the back door.

Wen Zhimiao fell asleep in the carriage without realizing it. Chu An sat in the front and drove the car. The shadow guard stood guard at the door of the room and did not allow anyone to enter or leave.

Only when they reached the back door of Prince Shun’s Mansion did Chu An wake up Wen Zhimiao again.

Wen Zhimiao, who was woken up from a drunken sleep, felt particularly aggrieved. He looked at Chu An with a pout, looking unhappy and pitiful.

Chu An coughed awkwardly: "Your Highness, are you going back to your room, or looking for Master Ji?"

"Look for my sister, you are all bad people." Wen Zhimiao muttered softly.

Chuan:......

Finally, Wen Zhimiao, who accepted his fate and refused to walk even when drunk, knocked on Shi Wanyue's window.

Shi Wanyue looked at Chu An standing outside the window and Wen Zhimiao who was about to climb into bed, and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.