The Rise of a General's Daughter-in-Law Doctor

Li Muxia glanced at Wang Zuchong sitting in front of her. Sure enough, he was staring intently at the peony on the stage, his eyes so direct and his expression so lewd that it was obvious what he was thinking.

When the song ended, the madam came back on stage and stood next to Peony, completely ignoring the men in the audience shouting "One more song!"

He raised his hands and pressed them down, waiting for the audience to quiet down before speaking: "Ladies and gentlemen, haven't you had enough yet?"

The audience cheered enthusiastically, "Yes!"

The madam smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and said, "As I mentioned to you all beforehand, our Peony has prepared a dance in addition to a little tune. However, this dance can only be performed for one person, so, as always, the highest bidder wins."

It has to be said that this madam really knows how to do business. First, she uses lewd songs to arouse men's interest, and then she uses dance to whet everyone's appetite. You can imagine what this dance is like.

You can tell just by looking at the expressions on those men's faces.

Sure enough, as soon as the madam finished speaking, people started bidding.

"I'll offer fifty taels."

When the madam heard that someone had offered such a high price right from the start, she looked at the speaker with her eyes practically popping out of their heads: "Fifty taels for Jin Yuanwai."

"I'll offer sixty taels."

"I'll give you one hundred taels."

"One hundred and fifty taels."

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As everyone bid, the auction price rose higher and higher.

But Wang Zuchong wasn't among those bidding, and Li Muxia looked at the person drinking tea with some surprise.

That shouldn't be the case. If she wasn't mistaken, Wang Zuchong couldn't have remained unmoved.

At this point, the bid had reached five hundred taels.

When the madam heard someone call out "five hundred taels," her smile almost burst out, as if she could see ingots of silver flying towards her.

"Five hundred taels, any higher bids? If not..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Zuchong's voice came: "Five hundred and one taels."

When he called out the number, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The madam originally thought that five hundred taels was the final price, but she didn't expect someone to raise it by one tael.

However, it was more than she expected; even an ounce is money.

When people at the scene heard that he had only added one or two taels, some of them were a little dissatisfied, but they couldn't add any more, after all, no matter how beautiful a beauty was, she wasn't worth five hundred taels for one night.

So when the madam asked again if anyone wanted to raise the price, everyone in the room tacitly remained silent.

Wang Zuchong was about to stand up and take Mudan away when Li Muxia spoke up.

"Six hundred taels."

Wang Zuchong paused in his act of getting up and turned to look at Li Muxia.

Li Muxia looked at Wang Zuchong and smiled faintly.

The madam was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Li Muxia reminded, "Mom, it seems no one is bidding higher, so Miss Peony is mine tonight."

Cui'er and Hong'er both stared at their young mistress with expressions of utter disbelief.

Miss, are you serious?

Wang Zuchong hadn't expected anyone to raise the price. He felt his dignity had been trampled on. Although he thought five hundred taels was enough, he still felt he was losing face.

"Six hundred and one taels." He shouted this through gritted teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Muxia's voice came out: "Seven hundred taels."

The madam's face was now beaming with joy.

Wang Zuchong felt a fire burning inside him, but he couldn't vent it in front of so many people, making him feel incredibly frustrated.

Just as he was about to raise the price, a servant stopped him and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening to the servant's words, Wang Zuchong calmed down a bit, turned to look at Li Muxia, and finally seemed to have made up his mind.

"Seven hundred and one taels." He said it much more easily this time, and even gave Li Muxia a smug look after he finished.

Sure enough, Li Muxia shouted immediately afterward, "Eight hundred taels."

Cui'er and Hong'er were getting anxious. Although they weren't short of money, they couldn't let Li Muxia spend it like this. Cui'er wanted to stop him, but as soon as she reached out, Li Muxia stopped her and gave her a look.

Wang Zuchong had his own plans in mind, and at this moment he calmly called out, "Nine hundred taels."

They thought Li Muxia would follow, but after waiting for a long time, they still didn't hear her voice.

Turning his head to look at Li Muxia, he saw Li Muxia leisurely drinking water from a teacup.

Hesitantly, he asked, "Brother, why aren't you following us anymore?"

Li Muxia generously admitted, "I don't have enough money, so I won't play anymore. I'll let you have it this time, young master."

Upon hearing Li Muxia's words, Wang Zuchong became anxious. He only had seven hundred taels of silver on him, which his mother had secretly given him. At first, he had also wanted to use five hundred taels to buy Mudan for one night, but unexpectedly, Li Muxia appeared out of nowhere.

After the servant reminded him, he gave up, but he couldn't calm down. He wanted to make Li Muxia pay more money, but he didn't expect to go too far.

Wasn't this kid quite confident at first? How come he suddenly decides not to follow?

"Go ahead and try again, and I won't fight you for it anymore." Even now, Wang Zuchong is still putting on a brave face.

Li Muxia: "Fine, I really don't have any money left. I'll let you have it this time."

Wang Zuchong's servants were so anxious they were chopping up peppers.

Wang Zuchong was at a loss for how to save face. If people found out that he went to a brothel without paying, where would he put his face in the future?

However, looking at Li Muxia calmly drinking tea, Wang Zuchong knew that he had been outmaneuvered by this young punk.

She glared at Li Muxia with hatred.

The madam then announced the final winner.

Li Muxia watched as the servant pulled the madam aside and whispered something to her. The madam's expression changed repeatedly, from happy to embarrassed, and then to fawning.

After this incident, Li Muxia gained a certain understanding of Wang Zuchong. He was a good-for-nothing, easily angered, brainless scoundrel, and, most importantly, sick.

This isn't an insult; he really is sick. Li Muxia observed Wang Zuchong for a long time and found that he ate quite a bit of the food and wine on the table. However, his physique didn't match his appetite. Moreover, he was pale and thin, looking malnourished. He was also irritable and had a bad temper. This was clearly a typical case of hyperthyroidism.

Wang Zuchong took Mudan upstairs, and before leaving, he glared fiercely at Li Muxia.

With no more drama to watch, Li Muxia left with Cui'er and Hong'er.

Today she got to know her opponent better, and she needs to go back and think carefully about how to proceed.