The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

The woman named Narcissus gave a soft hum and went upstairs.

"Sir! Please come with me." The madam gestured for Jing Anle to come upstairs as well.

Jing Anle glanced at the madam, lifted her clothes and went upstairs, with Afang following closely behind.

Upon reaching the second floor, passing through room after room, and standing at the doorway, one could hear the sounds of men and women joking and laughing coming from inside.

"Sir, why aren't you leaving?" the madam asked, puzzled.

Jing Anle immediately retorted angrily, "So, you think I'm broke? You're trying to fool me like this!"

"What are you saying, sir?"

“Look at that,” Jing Anle said, pointing to the rows of houses.

The madam was still puzzled.

“My young master is from a wealthy family, how can he be treated like them? What kind of behavior is this? Quickly find my young master a quiet and elegant room.” Afang said to the madam, hands on her hips.

The madam had thought that although Jing Anle looked wealthy, he was too young and not easily fooled. She quickly said, "Oh dear, sir, you're wronging this old woman. This is the second floor. The room arranged for you is on the third floor!"

“That’s because you didn’t explain it clearly,” Afang insisted.

"Yes, yes, please, sir!"

Jing Anle knew he had achieved his goal and said, "Let's go!"

Sure enough, the third floor was much quieter, and each room was far apart, offering a high degree of privacy. Jing Anle immediately spotted the innermost room and walked straight in.

When the madam saw Jing Anle walking straight ahead, she immediately grabbed him and said, "Sir, please stop."

"What are you doing? I just have a soft spot for that room."

At this moment, Afang took out a gold ingot from her bosom and threw it to the madam. The madam quickly caught it and said with a smile, "Sir, you have misunderstood."

Jing Anle deliberately sounded impatient and said, "What misunderstanding?"

The madam turned around and lowered her voice, saying, "That room has already been booked, and..." She glanced at the room and continued, "There's a high-ranking official inside! We can't afford to offend him."

Jing Anle coughed lightly, "You should have said so earlier!"

"It's all because I didn't explain it clearly."

"Then where is my house?"

The madam quickly replied, "It's just ahead."

Before long, they were led to a private room. If you didn't know it was a brothel, you would think it was the study of some scholar. Inside, there was a guqin and all the traditional Chinese writing implements.

"That's more like it!" Jing Anle said happily.

Seeing that Jing Anle was satisfied, the madam breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Please wait a moment, sir, the person will be here shortly." Then she left.

Just as Afang was about to speak, Jing Anle gestured for her to be quiet, pointed to the door, and deliberately said loudly, "I wonder if that girl is pretty?"

Afang immediately understood Jing Anle's meaning and said, "Don't worry, young master, if you're not satisfied, we'll find another place."

After saying that, Afang covered her mouth and chuckled.

Sure enough, the madam outside the door left after hearing this.

"Sir, your guest has arrived." A short while later, the madam's voice rang out from behind.

Jing Anle turned around and saw a beautiful woman. She was wearing a light purple dress and holding a long-handled fan, which made her look fresh and refined. She had a unique charm that was alluring but not seductive. Jing Anle and the woman stared at each other, and the madam thought that Jing Anle was stunned.

Seeing that the time was right, the madam pulled the pretty woman aside and said, "Furong, haven't you greeted Young Master An yet?"

The woman named Furong bowed slightly and said, "Furong greets Young Master An." Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song.

"So your name is Furong?" Jing Anle said in a flippant tone, "Indeed, you are a lotus emerging from the water, beautiful and charming!"

Afang, standing nearby, frowned, thinking to herself, "When did my princess become so greasy?"

"Then have a few drinks with me, young master," Jing Anle said, reaching for Furong's hand.

Upon seeing this, the madam immediately said, "Sir, we at Furong sell our art, not our bodies."

"Oh? What a disappointment!"

Seeing that Jing Anle was somewhat dissatisfied, the madam quickly smoothed things over, saying, "A gentleman like you can find any beauty you desire. It's just that you've had too much of the finest delicacies, so it's good to change things up occasionally!"

"In that case, may I ask what skills you possess?"

"Our Furong has an outstanding singing voice, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

The madam, seeing that it was almost time, wisely said, "I won't disturb you any longer."

Jing Anle waved his hand impatiently, "Go, go, go! Get out of here."

Just like before, the madam didn't leave immediately after going out. Instead, she listened outside the door for a moment and heard pleasant singing coming from inside. Only after confirming that everything was alright did she leave.

After the song ended, the madam probably left. Only then did Jing Anle say seriously, "Qingzi, thank you for your hard work."

At this moment, Qingzi was dressed in gorgeous clothes, but Afang felt no envy at all.

A few days ago, Mu Ping sent Qingzi to a brothel under the alias Furong. She would only sell her art, not her body, in order to get close to Fang Ling and obtain information.

A few days later, Anle learned that Fang Ling frequented brothels, and then she met Qingzi, so she began to plot against him.

“Princess, all of this was done of my own free will,” Qingzi said, shaking her head.

Jing Anle glanced outside the door and said, "Don't worry, I have people in this brothel. They will protect your safety and prevent you from being harassed by lecherous men."

“Mu Ping told me all of this,” Qing Zi continued.

"That's good."

Qingzi continued, "In the past three days, I have only seen a few guests in my own room. The madam is very shrewd, and Fang Ling is completely out of reach."

Jing Anle snorted softly; this Fang Ling was indeed quite wary.

“I know that sometimes you have to wait for an opportunity.” A sly glint flashed in Jing Anle’s eyes.

"Does the princess already have a plan?" Qingzi asked curiously.

"Don't worry, someone will help you solve this problem. After that, all you need to do is gain Fang Ling's trust."

Qingzi nodded. At first, when Jing Anle asked her to be an inside agent in the brothel, she was still a little worried. Although she didn't covet fame or fortune, a woman's reputation was very important.

But in this world, she had no attachments or burdens, only the kindness of Jing Anle that she needed to repay. And since it was all just an act, she felt it was no big deal.

After speaking with Qingzi, Jing Anle should head back, since her outfit would be too conspicuous if she returned to the palace.