They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

As he spoke, his brows furrowed even more as he turned over the dust. He couldn't really think of any good ways to trade here, especially since the border wasn't strictly controlled and there was no tense atmosphere.

After resting in the room for several hours, it gradually became noisy outside. It seemed that after the sandstorm, everyone was out and about again, and the first place they chose was definitely the largest Silan Pavilion.

"Moon, comb my hair. Let's go out and see if the capital is more lively, or this remote town."

"Young master, stop playing around and get down to business!"

"When have I, your young master, ever not been doing something important?"

Yue'er twitched her lips. Although their young master seemed carefree and irresponsible, he always did things perfectly.

As soon as they stepped outside, they somehow got wind of the fact that the top courtesans on the third floor were all staring intently at them.

Fang Yuerong didn't care about their direct gazes. Instead, she called downstairs to the innkeeper, asking for a few young masters and ladies to accompany them to a private room to listen to music.

Logically speaking, the young masters who come here usually only want girls, but the shopkeeper did not expect that he wanted both men and women. Occasionally there are such perverts. He smiled and called the best girl in their shop to accompany Fang Yuerong.

Moreover, it depends on their own wishes. Generally, the money earned is split 50/50. If they don't want to go, they are not forced to. Seeing that Fang Yuerong is really beautiful, they all rushed to go. However, Fang Yuerong's requirements are also peculiar. She wants four young ladies and four young gentlemen, and she doesn't want anyone else.

Those who missed it returned to their rooms dejectedly, while Fang Yuerong booked the entire second-floor karaoke room.

It could be said that the silver that could be seen peeking out from between his fingers was enough for them to drink for a whole day. He was not stingy with that little bit of silver. He had a young master on his left and a girl on his right, and someone was feeding him fruit in front of him.

"Sing me some cheerful songs, and I'll reward you if you sing well."

These people worked even harder, and it was rare to find a customer who was not picky, good-looking, and had a lot of money.

Yue'er stood awkwardly to the side. Even if he was rich, he was still just a merchant. The Fourth Prince had taken a liking to them, so they should serve him well. But he had been eating, drinking and having fun since the young master arrived, and hadn't even gone to see his master.

"Moon, come on, eat this. We don't have any where we're from. Here!"

The moon shook its head.

The girl next to her immediately understood, went over and pulled Yue'er aside, sat her down, and fed her wine and food.

How could a child withstand this? He waved his hands repeatedly, then got up and stood up again, this time standing even closer to Fang Yuerong.

After eating, drinking, and having fun, Fang Yuerong turned around and hooked a young master's chin with one hand: "Do you have many foreigners who come here all the time? For example, Bei Mo, Xiao Rong, Bei Rong, and the like."

Those who were drinking, laughing, and playing music were taken aback. So they had come here to gather information, but the information they were asking was indeed harmless.

The young master, holding a wine cup in his mouth, said with a seductive look in his eyes, "If you drink this cup, we will tell you."

The girl next to him stepped forward and poured him another cup. Fang Yuerong remained expressionless and drank cup after cup: "Good wine, ladies, beauties, can you speak now?"

"Yes, but they are all business people coming and going, none as generous as you, sir." As she spoke, she snatched a few more taels of silver from his hand.

"I haven't yet asked you ladies what the beauty's name is?" Fang Yuerong took all the money out of her purse and scattered it on the table, leaving it lying around casually. No one took it.

“We lowly people don’t have names, do we? We’re named after the four seasons, plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, and those happen to be the names of the eight of us,” Chun’er replied.

"You're the only one willing to chat with me. Come here, what's your name?"

"Chun'er." The one who answered him was a pretty young man with heavy rouge on his face, but it was clear that he was originally quite good-looking, otherwise he wouldn't be called the top courtesan on the third floor.

"Chun'er, alright, alright, here, all the money on the table is yours. From now on, you have to answer my questions honestly."

"Chun'er speaks freely and without reservation." He always had that meek and submissive demeanor; when asked to take the money on the table, he didn't take it.

Fang Yuerong has always been very discerning in judging people. She didn't dare to approach the people around her, but instead stood up and sat down next to Chun'er. In their eyes, this gesture was a sign of respect for them, these lowly people.

Fang Yuerong sat cross-legged and leaned his head against Chun'er. Yue'er couldn't bear to look at him. If he didn't know that his young master liked women, he would have been suspicious.

The musicians and others playing nearby didn't stop either. They wouldn't easily pry into the patron's privacy, unless it was something they accidentally said while drunk.

Fang Yuerong just stared at Chun'er, making him feel a little embarrassed. The main problem was that this guest wasn't doing anything. She just stared blankly at him, and when he said he wanted to ask some questions, he didn't.

"A beautiful woman on my pillow, how carefree and leisurely."

Yue'er coughed, feeling uncomfortable all over, while her young master, on the other hand, started admiring the beauty!

"Chun'er, lean closer."

Chun'er swept her hair back and brought her ear close to Fang Yuerong's: "Chun'er, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Chun'er frowned. He thought Fang Yuerong was going to ask about some news, but she asked such a question. For a moment, he really didn't know how to answer. But Fang Yuerong was indeed beautiful, with a noble air, untouched by worldly things, like a peony.

"The noble person is naturally beautiful, but we are worlds apart from them."

"Haha, I think so too. What do you think about me being the top performer here? Would I be suitable?"

Although it was a small thing to say, everyone present was listening intently, and the laughter from the others had fallen silent. They even thought they had misheard, until Fang Yuerong asked a second time.

"Please don't make fun of us, sir. We do all sorts of dirty work."

"Hey, it's all about making money. What's all this talk about filth and dirt? This job pays so well." He reached for a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.

Of course, he also knew that if they stayed here for too long, they would inevitably encounter all sorts of perverted people, and perhaps it would be hard to find another customer like him in the world.

"Alright, Chun'er, Mei'er, come to my side, let's continue drinking, hahaha."

There was a handsome man on the left and a beautiful woman on the right, but this time they were both on guard, rambling on and on without getting to the point. It seemed like he was a rather difficult person to deal with.