The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

Regardless of how worried Wei Jingnan was in the palace, Ruan Mozhu brought Su'er to the brothel. Looking at the three-story building, her thoughts were churning.

Ancient times were wonderful in every way: beautiful men and women everywhere, fresh air with no pollutants, and no worries about preservatives in food. However, the lack of computers, cell phones, televisions, and anything electrical was somewhat boring.

Of course, she had no chance of developing these things herself. Having taken the land deed to the brothel, her only option was to transform it into the best restaurant in Langyue.

A group of people from ancient times had naturally never seen modern food, let alone tasted it. She dared not guarantee that this restaurant would be incredibly popular once it opened.

While we can't guarantee that everyone will come to eat here, those young masters and ladies from wealthy families who want something new will definitely come back.

However, the capital of Langyue Kingdom lacked nothing, especially the young masters and ladies. Even a simple stroll outside would bring you several of them on the street, so there was no need to worry about a lack of customers.

Thinking this, Ruan Mozhu was filled with enthusiasm: "Come on, Su'er, go find me a few decorators. I want to renovate this whole place."

Although the decor here is grand and luxurious, it is, after all, a brothel, and no matter how luxurious it is, it cannot be used as a restaurant.

Su'er was slightly taken aback by "En Zhuangxiu" (恩装修), as she had never heard of modern terms before and naturally did not understand it.

Upon seeing this, Ruan Mozhu patted her forehead; she had completely forgotten about it.

Tilting his head back, he thought for a moment, and then thought, "In ancient times, what was interior decoration called?"

"Oh, right, it's for renovation. Go find some renovation workers. I want to renovate the inside of this building."

Upon hearing this, Su'er finally understood. Without caring whether Ruan Mozhu would run away, she turned around and leaped away.

That graceful and light-footed skill filled Ruan Mozhu with envy, jealousy, and resentment; she wanted it all.

It's a pity that Su'er belongs to that bastard prince. Without that bastard's permission, he definitely can't teach me these martial arts, so I can't learn them.

She didn't want to go to him and make demands as soon as they started having a cold war.

Su'er went out to find someone to repair it, while Ruan Mozhu observed the three-story building from inside, trying to figure out how best to fix it.

Before she transmigrated, Ruan Mozhu was a well-known foodie in the police station. She could quickly identify the ingredients in anything she had tried and knew how to recreate those delicious dishes.

Every time Ruan Mozhu went to work, she would bring some of her homemade dishes to the police station. From the chief to the cleaning lady, everyone had tasted Ruan Mozhu's cooking. In the past, Ruan Mozhu was very proud of this.

However, now that she's in ancient times, she, who used to cook a delicious meal every day, hasn't stepped into the kitchen in a long time, which makes her feel a little sad.

This time, turning a brothel into a restaurant fulfilled one of his dreams.

Su'er returned quickly, accompanied by several repairmen, all burly men. They all greeted Ruan Mozhu.

"Your Highness, Miss, all the craftsmen have been found. Miss, how do you think we should repair it?" Su'er almost called out "Princess" without realizing it, but she managed to stop herself in time and then quickly asked.

"Hmm, how do we repair it? Here's what I'll do: I'll draw a diagram, and you can see if you can fix it." Ruan Mozhu said, then walked towards the backyard. She remembered seeing writing brushes and ink in the madam's room before.

Seeing that Ruan Mozhu's figure had disappeared, Su'er turned to look at the men and said, "You must remember this: never let the Princess know that you are from the Prince's mansion. Otherwise, not only you, but I will also be scolded by the Princess. No matter what kind of drawings the Princess comes up with, you must do them well. Even if you don't know how, you must immediately ask someone who does to do them. If there is even the slightest mistake, you can expect the Prince's punishment."

Upon hearing this, the group quickly nodded in agreement, knowing the seriousness of the matter and therefore determined not to take it lightly.

As they were talking, they heard Ruan Mozhu walk over from the backyard.

He also said to the group, "Come here, I'll draw and explain it to you at the same time."

Upon hearing this, the group immediately went over.

"This is the third floor. You should decorate it like this," she said, her hands constantly sketching on the drawing paper. She planned to decorate the third floor like a KFC, with a dedicated area for cold drinks and fried chicken.

The second floor consists of private rooms, which are divided into three sections: Heaven, Earth, and Man. Each section has five private rooms, with no more than that. Of course, you'll need to reserve one for yourself.

After drawing out the necessary decorations for each room, Ruan Mozhu then addressed the main hall: "In the main hall, there should be a string of beaded curtains on every table, so you all need to add some luxurious embellishments."

It took an hour to finally explain everything to them. What was needed for each place was explained clearly, and even which color should be used for which place. Ruan Mozhu explained it all in detail.

Seeing that they nodded in hunger, Ruan Mozhu finally felt relieved.

The repairs are half done; we just need to wait for them to finish. Now the problem is the tables and chairs. She has to go out and find a carpenter to buy the wood and then find a craftsman who can make wooden chairs.

Thinking this, and looking at the men analyzing the drawings, she reached out and pulled Su'er aside: "Su'er, are these people reliable?"

Su'er was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Of course they are reliable. These people have an excellent reputation in the capital, so you don't need to worry, Miss." Hearing this, Ruan Mozhu nodded and said, "In that case, let them start working on their own. We'll go out now and find some timber and woodworking craftsmen."

Upon hearing this, Su'er, who had been anxiously thinking that Ruan Mozhu knew something, instantly breathed a sigh of relief. She had been genuinely frightened. If her mistress had found out about this, she might have been sent back to the Prince's Mansion and forbidden from staying by her side.

Knowing what Ruan Mozhu wanted to do, Su'er immediately instructed the men to keep a close watch on the place and prevent anyone from entering at will.

Naturally, those people nodded in agreement.

So Ruan Mozhu and Su'er went out together and began to stroll along the street.

This brothel was located in the bustling streets of the desolate city. Ever since the incident involving the madam, people have been pointing and whispering about it every day. When they saw Ruan Mozhu and Su'er coming out of there, some were surprised, while others looked down on them, assuming that they were the ones working in this brothel.

It's obvious to anyone that a woman in a brothel can do anything. As a result, the way these people looked at Ruan Mozhu changed. They pointed at the two of them and said a few words from time to time, which almost made Ruan Mozhu faint from anger.

"Look at these girls nowadays, they have no shame at all. The madam has been arrested, and all the other girls have gone far away, but this girl is still stubbornly staying. I saw a few men go in just now, they probably wanted to do business with her. It's disgusting, she'd rather be a slut ridden by a thousand men than find someone to marry. Tsk." The woman shook her head and sighed as she spoke, as if she had witnessed it herself, with a look of regret on her face.

Ruan Mozhu was almost laughing with anger at what she saw. This was the first time she had ever seen such a person. She was just a newlywed lady, with several maids by her side. As she spoke, she unconsciously touched her cheek. It seemed that she was angry at Ruan Mozhu's youthful appearance, which was why she said such things.

In the past, when she was in a good mood, she naturally wouldn't care. People can say whatever they want, and she would just laugh it off. But today, she happened to have a fight with Wei Jingnan at noon, and since that guy had to come along, she felt she would be doing herself a disservice if she didn't take it out on him.

"Su'er, go and teach that lady a good lesson. Sometimes, speaking without thinking can get you killed."

Su'er, who was standing to the side, had long been unable to stand it any longer. If the princess hadn't given the order, that person would have died by her sword long ago, and this whole thing wouldn't have happened.

Upon hearing the princess's "ha," Su'er couldn't hold back any longer. She flashed forward, drew the soft sword from her waist, and instantly left a red mark on the woman's fair skin.

"Ah, what are you doing? What are you going to do?" The woman was shocked, clearly not expecting Ruan Mozhu to do this. The maids around her were also stunned; they were terrified by Su'er.

They were convinced that Ruan Mozhu was the courtesan, but little did they know that she had a highly skilled maidservant by her side.

At this moment, the woman realized something was amiss. She'd heard that the brothel had been sold off the day the madam was arrested. Her earlier words hadn't been sincere, but now, thinking back, it seemed the burly men who went in were carrying repair tools; they were most likely repairmen. The woman seemed to suddenly realize something, and a shiver ran through her. Although she knew this woman was not to be trifled with, losing face in front of so many people was something she couldn't allow.

"Heh, what are we supposed to do? Weren't you having a great time just now? Just say those words again. There were some sentences I didn't hear clearly, so say them again so I can hear them clearly."

Ruan Mozhu gradually walked towards the woman and began to speak.

All the people who had been gathered around pointing and whispering about her were now keeping their distance, fearing that they would be in trouble if Ruan Mozhu saw them.

"No, no, I didn't say anything."

The woman naturally dared not admit it. Saying it once was fine, but saying it again would truly be the end for her. Knowing how to read people's expressions, the woman cautiously began to humble herself, but Ruan Mozhu was in a bad mood at the moment, so how could she let her off so easily?

"Oh really? But I don't believe it," Ruan Mozhu said, a faint smile playing on her lips.

This novel is from Kanshuwang.