Chapter 1104: Chapter 322: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (5)
Seeing a luxurious Heavenly Crafted Object in such a place isn’t surprising, but if you spot an ordinary carriage, then you should take note—it suggests that the person inside doesn’t need to flaunt their status and might even be using the carriage to maintain a low profile.
"Hmm, I increasingly feel like this person must be someone important, but whether they have a connection to Li Ruolan remains unknown."
With this in mind, Yuchi decisively dressed in his black brocade coat, attached his fake moustache, and, holding the Flower Sword, headed toward Yunxiang Pavilion.
"My identity as Zong Liangqing has been seen by other courtesans and is already linked to Feng Zhaoyang, so it’s better to use Yuchi’s identity now. Besides, Feng Zhaoyang is resting; I might as well go and see, at least find out who this man really is."
Thus, after visiting during the day, Yuchi came again at night. Naturally, the young ladies who saw Yuchi return were quite fond of him since he was a repeat customer. It seemed the courtesan he talked to during the day was very clever, visiting twice in one day, for which the courtesan would receive a reward.
While chatting and laughing with the young ladies, Yuchi’s gaze fell upon the back of this middle-aged man. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he could tell that this man wasn’t a cultivator—he had no spirit root, after all.
Not a cultivator? If not, then why the need for such discretion? Could he be from a powerful group like the Celestial Craft Workshop? Or maybe not even similar—Yuchi could only think of ordinary people who had to hide their identity, aside from the Celestial Craft Workshop, who else could there be?
"There’s a fifty percent chance he’s a big shot from the Celestial Craft Workshop, but I have no idea who exactly he could be."
Yuchi popped one of the fruits given to him by the young lady into his mouth, glancing surreptitiously at the man. A bizarre thought raced through his mind:
"Could this guy actually be Bu Huoran’s man..."
"It seems only someone like Bu Huoran’s man would need to hide his identity, right?"
"Otherwise, visiting a courtesan’s shop openly is something to be proud of, a place for boasting about one’s expenditures."
"In the past life, just this hall for the courtesans would attract numerous influencers coming in for photos and check-ins."
"Congratulations to cousin for claiming the courtesan of Yunxiang Pavilion."
Yuchi felt a bit muddled; the more he thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed. One must know that the beautiful Bu Huoran wasn’t in the state capital; she was in Cuncha City.
So, if a husband and wife aren’t home long-term, and their child is also away, then for a high-status man to patronize a courtesan’s shop wouldn’t be unreasonable. Bu Huoran might even be aware of it and not mind.
After all, Bu Huoran herself seemed to have visited a male courtesan’s shop?
"Tsk, don’t—this story gets weirder the more I think about it. Don’t tell me this important figure is actually my father, Bu Tingyue, making this world seem too small?"
But there’s no rush. Yuchi pretended to be playing guessing games with the young ladies in the hall, his eyes still observing the man. The man followed some other young ladies upstairs and then directly entered Li Ruolan’s room.
Yuchi: "..."
Damn it, Li Ruolan indeed was a liar. Previously deceiving Feng Zhaoyang, saying she hadn’t entertained any guests after his arrival, and here I am catching her red-handed. Was it a case of two-timing?
Yuchi really wanted to have "walls with ears," but had no way of knowing which courtesans were in the surrounding rooms against Li Ruolan’s. Otherwise, he’d order one to eavesdrop and find out what they were talking about. So he could only sit among the women and play games.
Fortunately, after a while, a courtesan came out of the room next to Li Ruolan’s on the right. It was already midnight; as the night grew late, the courtesan went to the hall to chat and drink tea, waiting a while before going to bed. It was a good opportunity.
As the courtesan sat not far away chatting with others, Yuchi turned to a young lady beside him and smiled, asking: "Who is she?"
The young lady paused from feeding Yuchi wine, closed her lips, swallowed the drink, and turned to the courtesan who was laughing and talking: "She’s Qingyun Miss. Would you like to chat with Qingyun Miss?"
Yuchi nodded, his expression full of admiration: "But hasn’t she already finished for the day? Perhaps I’ll come back tomorrow."
Yuchi played the game of hard-to-get.
"No, no!"
The young lady assisting guests in finding courtesans would earn a fee, and different courtesans had different prices, though their commission was the same. They knew very well that "next time" often meant "never again," and understood precisely what "definitely next time" implied.
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