Chapter 10 Wait until she finished crying?
“Ling Er…”
“Mm?” The little girl was drowsy. Miss’s body was so comfortable, soft and warm. She really wanted to sleep…
“I’m hungry. Go cook something for me. It has to be light, not too sweat and it’s the best to add some Osmanthus. Quickly go.”
The little girl was aggrieved and fiercely rubbed her head on Zhao Zimu’s chest. She said, “Miss, you are not my true love!”
The little girl was very tired today. She suspected that her miss was taking revenge. Didn’t she only want her to get up early? Didn’t she only like to watch the liveliness? Did she (ZZ) have to be like this?
Woo, woo, woo.
After Ling Er made something for Zhao Zimu, she only took a few bites. The rest was left for Ling Er to take care of. After Ling Er was very full, Zhao Zimu said that the clothes had gotten old and let Ling Er show her some cloths to make new clothes.
So, Ling Er was very busy. After choosing the cloth, she had to choose the color. After choosing the color, she had to choose the pattern. After choosing the pattern, she had to make the style…making her so tired that she couldn’t even move her small hands anymore.
Therefore, Ling Er slept very early today. Although, Ling Er liked to play, she still cared deeply about her miss’s affairs.
It was just…Zhao Zimu didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry when looking at the congee with lean pork and preserved egg. This little girl was taking revenge. She clearly know that she (ZZ) didn’t like the things that the chef of Qiansui’s residence made, so she deliberately brought her a bowl of congee with lean meat and preserved egg. Wasn’t this telling her (ZZ) that she was already very tired and that she (ZZ) should put up with it?! It was this meaning, right?!
She ignored the thing in front of her. She turned over her wardrobe and found the most basic robe with basically no pattern. As long as one didn’t deliberately looked, no one would recognize this as a woman’s style. Then, she make-up her face a bit. She tied her long hair high with a ribbon. No one would think of her as a woman like this.
After doing all these, Zhao Zimu secretly went out of Qiansui’s residence and went to the most lively place in the imperial capital.
Fengya Pavilion was a elegant place in the imperial capital and was specifically made for those literati and scholars who liked to dance with poems.
This place was different from other places. Other people either opened a restaurant or a brothel. It was not much different from these, but what they sold here was different. Here sold the art of appearance. To put it plainly, here sold sexual appearance and skills.
There were beautiful women here as well as some literati. There were some who could play the zither, some who could sing and there were even some who could dance. Moreover, these women only sold talent and not their body. Many literati and scholars liked to come spend money here no matter for what reason.
Of course, it wasn’t impossible for a woman to want to leave with you. As long as the owner of the Pavilion agrees. After paying the ransom, one could leave with the girl. The biggest difference of here and a brothel was that the women here were all untouched.
The owner behind Fengya Pavilion was very mysterious and capable. Otherwise, such a place wouldn’t have been opened.
Zhao Zimu sat inside a room. She didn’t call for a girl or ask for some pastries. She directly said to the servant here, “Please tell the shopkeeper here that I’m looking for aunt Qing.”
Although the servant was puzzled, but he still went to report. After all, the people of Fengya Pavilion were very qualified.
Zhao Zimu didn’t wait for long before the door had been opened. A girl in a colorful dress rushed in followed by a maid.
The girl didn’t seem to have seen her. With her head lowered, she hurried to the table and sat down. She picked up the tea cup from the table and took a sip.
“Prin…prin…,” The maid stuttered.
Zhao Zimu, “…” Her expression darkened. That was her teacup.
She knocked on the table with her fingertips, making a clear sound. The girl raised her head. A pretty face appeared in front of Zhao Zimu.
She was like a lotus flower breaking the surface and bloomed like a begonia. Two eyebrows that were like a curved crescent moon and a pair of eyes that was clear like water in the autumn. A straight nose, and red lips that were pursed up. This was a beauty unmatched in her generation.
- Lotus flower breaking the surface: surpassingly beautiful
However at this time, anger and grievance were on the face of this beauty. When she saw Zhao Zimu, she was dumbstruck for a moment. The maid beside her pulled her sleeve, “Prin…mi, miss, there is someone here.”
Before she could speak, someone else came in from the door and said bit anxious, “Seventh little sister, don’t leave. Here is truly not like what you thought.”
When Situ Yuanxiao came in, he saw his seventh little sister sitting opposite a man in front of a table. Everyone was looking at him. Eh, what was the situation here?
Situ Yuanxiao looked at the situation in front of him a bit puzzled and carefully called, “Seventh little sister?”
He still remembered that just now his little sister almost cried from anger. He didn’t dare to provoke her any more. If she went back and told empress mother, he wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.
This girl is emperor Jinghui’s seventh daughter, princess Hejing Situ Ningan.
Originally, Situ Yuanxiao saw that his little sister was unhappy, he thought of a way to make her happy again and took her out of the palace to relieve boredom.
Fengya Pavilion was a place he visited often. He didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with it. He called someone to play zither for them, but had been misunderstood by his little sister that he came to seek pleasure. She almost cried from anger and ran out, leaving him in the room.
Although Situ Ningan didn’t have the same mother as him, but empress mother also loved her very much.
When Zhao Zimu saw Situ Yuanxiao, her expression turned cold. Naturally, she recognized that this person was the fifth prince of this dynasty. This person had intervened with Lin Qing’s death in the past life.
Zhao Zimu coldly said, “You came in the wrong place. This is not your room, please leave.”
“Ke…” That girl who looked very aggrieved seemed to have been scared. A burp came from her throat. Then, the expression on her face seemed to have been broken. All the grievances and anger were exposed and she cried.
Seventh princess was very sad. She was very unhappy when she heard her consort mother say that there had been princesses who were married in a marriage alliance to another country. She had begged her fifth big brother to take her out to relieve boredom, but she didn’t expect that her fifth big brother would bring her to such a place. Also, they met such a fierce person!
Seventh princess cried without care. Fifth prince Situ Yuanxiao who feared nothing in the world panicked. Cold-hearted Zhao Zimu also froze.
No one had taught them how to comfort a girl who wanted to cry wholeheartedly. What to do? Should they wait till she finished crying? The two thought coincidentally.
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