Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord

"Cough, cough...!"

Long Yi quickly realized he overreacted and softened his voice: "I, just love brothel life, every day filled with feasting and revelry, singing and dancing, it's like celebrating the New Year daily, how delightful!"

Upon hearing this, the thugs looked at each other in disbelief; it was the first time they had heard someone actually enjoyed being a prostitute.

"Move along, don't get in the way of my earning money." With that, Long Yi swaggered into the brothel's main entrance, carrying his bundle.

The tasks ordered by the Prince, aside from compromising oneself, even if it means going through fire and water, must be completed.

The thugs were dumbfounded; they had never seen a girl voluntarily enter a brothel to become a prostitute. Truly, living a century could bring about new experiences.

They stood in a stupor for a while before snapping back to reality, hurriedly rushing after him: "Hey, hey, hey! Miss, wait for us, we haven't introduced the Procuress to you yet!"

Word was that Qinger Building changed procuress today; apparently, the previous one went to work at another brothel.

"No need, I'm familiar!"

Long Yi found the Procuress's room, but was stunned to see a lock added on the door outside, clearly indicating no one lived inside anymore.

The thugs caught up, breathing heavily, saying: "Why were you going farther when we called?"

"Where is she?" Long Yi pointed at the door.

"Oh dear, the previous procuress is no longer here; the current procuress is new and lives over there," the thug pointed towards another direction of the house.

Then, odd curiosity ensued: "How did you know the former procuress lived here?"

Long Yi was suddenly bewildered—right! Now, he is a respectable woman; how did he know?

"Oh, last time, last time my cousin came, and he told me." Racking his brain, he finally found an excuse.

"Oh, that's how it is! Alas! Knowing doesn't help; the previous procuress is gone, the current procuress lives over there—lemme take you."

Saying that, the thug turned and walked in another direction.

Long Yi, holding his bundle, followed behind him.

Twisting and turning, they arrived at a door.

The thug knocked on the door: "Knock, knock, knock...! Nanny Wang."

"What's the matter?" Inside came a female's voice, soft and charming, utterly pleasant to hear.

"A girl volunteered to sell herself to our brothel."

"Oh! Where is she?"

"Right at the door, brought her over for you," the thug said with a fawning expression.

"Alright, let her in."

"Hey! Right away!"

The thug turned his head, saying to Long Yi: "Did you hear that? Nanny Wang called you in, hurry and go in."

Long Yi heard it clearly—that was Madam Wang's voice; he almost forgot his reason for coming to Qinger Building was to spy on her, but Madam Wang knew him well—what if she recognized him?

The thug saw this girl with her head down, lost in thought, thinking she was having second thoughts, urged her: "At this point, what's the hold-up? Hurry in."

"Cough, cough...!"

Feeling a bit nervous, Long Yi quickly tidied his hair, adjusted his clothes, praying silently not to be recognized by Madam Wang.

The thug, impatient, shoved him towards the door: "Hurry up inside."

"Alright!"

Long Yi wanted to get angry, but remembering the Prince's mission, he restrained himself, put on a faint smile, and gently pushed the door open...

Madam Wang, clad in a fiery red dress, her face painted with heavy makeup, wore a large red flower on her hairbun, thoroughly embodying a procuress's appearance. There she lay, a tobacco pipe in mouth, half lying on the Noble Consort Chair; upon seeing someone enter, she slightly lifted her head, casting Long Yi a sidelong glance.