The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Ning Yi, holding a fan, walked into the Moon Watching Tower like a young master.

On the surface, Wangyuelou is a high-end restaurant.

But after entering, the first floor of Wangyue Tower was full of Gaotang people, and countless rouge-faced women were laughing and talking happily.

Each of them accompanied various men to drink and have fun.

There is a huge stage in the central hall where people dance continuously.

Ning Yi murmured, this is not a restaurant, it's clearly a brothel.

It’s much more lively than those real brothels.

"Sir, welcome to our Wangyue Tower. You look unfamiliar. Are you going to the private room or the hall?" A woman in her thirties with rouge on her face came over and greeted warmly.

Ning Yi found it funny. What was the difference between this and the old women who served in brothels?

"Since I came to the Moon Viewing Tower, I naturally want to go to the top floor to look at the moon."

"Hehehe." The woman covered her face and chuckled softly, "Young Master, you really know how to joke. Where did the moon come from in broad daylight?"

"But we're in the Moonlight Tower. There are only a few private rooms on the top floor, and the prices are quite good."

Ning Yi glanced at Qin Haifeng, who was like a door god beside him.

Qin Haifeng understood and took out a big ingot from his arms and threw it to the waiter.

The madam took it with a gleam in her eyes, her smile already squeezed into a chrysanthemum: "Oh, sir, you are really generous. You are indeed of noble status. I will personally take you to the private room on the top floor."

Ten taels of silver were offered at once, so the madam was naturally reluctant to let go of such a rich young man. Just looking at the several strong men who were accompanying him, one could tell that he was of extraordinary status.

Wangyue Tower has a total of five floors, which can be said to be almost on par with the imperial palace.

When Ning Yi was led upstairs, he learned about it from the madam's boasting when she asked him questions intentionally or unintentionally.

Wangyue Tower was rated as the best building in Beijing.

It is also the largest restaurant in the capital, and of course its business is similar to that of a brothel.

Otherwise, how can you make any money just by eating and attracting customers?

Those who come here are either rich or noble, and there are ministers from various departments.

In just a short time, Ning Yi saw several familiar-looking officials.

"Young Master, just rest in our Moon Watching Tower. Our boss is a very powerful person."

Ning Yi waved his fan and chuckled, "How powerful?"

"Could it be the Shangshu?"

"Hehehe." The old procuress, who always smiled like a flower, chuckled as she walked up the stairs, twisting her waist. "Young Master, you don't know."

"What's a Shangshu? Even if the Shangshu comes, he still has to behave properly."

"Our Wangyue Tower is located in the east."

Ning Yi's heart skipped a beat. Isn't that the imperial palace to the east?

In the capital, if one talks about the east privately, it means the imperial palace, or the owner of the palace, Emperor Wu.

After all, it is taboo to speak directly about the emperor in public.

Ning Yi was puzzled. Could it be that this number one restaurant in the capital was opened by Emperor Wu?

He quickly denied this idea, saying it was a joke.

As the dignified Martial Emperor, would he really open such a restaurant, and even a restaurant modeled after a brothel? If this were to be made public, the whole world would surely laugh at him.

He asked faintly, "Madam, you can't say that carelessly."

He bowed towards Dong Bian and said, "Dong Bian, that's a god, how could he open a restaurant like this?"

From Ning Yi's action, anyone with a normal mind would know who he was talking about.

Moreover, describing Emperor Wu as a god is an extreme form of flattery.

The madam subconsciously looked him over, then immediately chuckled softly, "Sir, look at what you said. It's really impossible for the person you're talking about to open a restaurant."

"But aren't there other people living in the east?"

Ning Yi finally understood. It turned out that the Moon-Watching Tower was not opened by Emperor Wu, but by someone in the palace.

So, could this person in the palace be a concubine?

It shouldn't be like that, because if it was opened by a concubine, rumors would have spread all over the place.

He decided to go back and ask Zuixianlou to investigate thoroughly who the owner of this place was. This place was a good place, very suitable for monitoring the entire city.

When they reached the top floor, there were only a few private rooms, so Ning Yi directly asked to stay in the private room number 2.

I also know that this private room No. 2 is where Zhao Jianwen often goes.

He came here to wait for this second-generation official, otherwise he would not have come here for such a long time.

The madam didn't refuse: "The private room number two is a great place. You can see most of the capital."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to push open the door of private room number two.

Ning Yi stepped in. Sure enough, the inside was very bright and there were railings outside. He could lean against the window to see most of the capital.

He also glanced towards the direction of the palace and found that the height of the city walls here was almost the same as that of the palace.

It is said that Emperor Wu added a lot of extra walls to the imperial palace so that it could be protected.

The rule in the entire capital city is that no building can exceed the height of the imperial palace tower.

Otherwise, if you stand on it and look at what is inside the palace, wouldn't that be peeping into the palace?

The madam smiled and said, "Sir, do you have a girl you like to accompany you?"

Ning Yi didn't take it seriously and said casually, "Call someone from the Qingguan who is good at playing the zither and have him play for me."

The madam accepted another large ingot and immediately promised on the spot that she would make Ning Yi satisfied.

Not long after, a thin, pale-faced woman in pink came in, holding a guqin. She bowed slightly to Ning Yi and said, "Rou'er greets you, sir."

Ning Yi only took a glance and found that this old madam was quite discerning.

Although Rou'er wasn't stunningly beautiful, she still looked very young. Ning Yi asked curiously, "How old are you?"

Rou'er didn't dare to raise her head, and answered in a clear and soft voice: "My lord, Rou'er is 28 years old."

"Twenty-eight?" Ning Yi looked at Qin Haifeng in confusion. He really didn't know this.

Qin Haifeng looked at him strangely, and whispered beside him: "Your Highness, twenty-eight is sixteen years old."

"Only sixteen?" This surprised Ning Yi. No wonder this girl named Rou'er looked so young.

Rou'er herself was also surprised. This young man even had to ask the servants around him to calculate his age. Could he be a fool who just wanted to eat and wait for death?

Therefore, Rou'er was worried that this kind of foolish young man could be very arrogant and domineering to a certain extent.

According to the sisters in the building, if you meet this kind of young man, you can only consider yourself unlucky. If you are lucky, he will just take advantage of you. If you are unlucky, he will torture you to pieces at best. At worst, you may be seriously injured or even killed.

"Just play yours." Ning Yi said nothing else.

There are many such women in brothels and prostitutes throughout the capital, and even in the entire Dawu Kingdom.

Especially in this period of natural disasters and man-made tragedies, many parents have no choice but to sell their daughters in order to keep their families alive.

Not only would the girl not starve to death, but the money from selling her could also provide food for the whole family.

He is just a prince now and has no way to save these women who have fallen into prostitution.

After I ascend the throne, I will definitely wipe out all the evil spirits in the entire Dawu Kingdom.

Rou'er bowed slightly with concern, went to the side and carefully placed the guqin. Her white fingers danced on the strings, and beautiful music rang out.

Ning Yi slowly looked out the window at the capital city, without even glancing at the woman again.