115: The flattery is so loud, it's a waste of talent! [Updates are coming soon, please urge me to update!]

Han Zhen's hand loosened slightly as he looked at Yun Chang in surprise, "Putting this kind of thing in, are you trying to drug me for sex?"

"If you have that idea, just say it directly. If it's you, I would absolutely not refuse."

"Unless you're trying to pull a switcheroo, drug me unconscious, and then find a few incredibly ugly things to do that deed? Is that it?

Who ordered you to do this?"

Lu Jiuyuan tapped the table, reminding Han Zhen to look in the mirror and see his own bear-like Face.

Is there any need to say who she wants to drug?

However, drugging someone before playing with them doesn't seem like a proper method.

Could it be for Great Joy Bodhisattva to play with?

Thinking of that eccentric, Lu Jiuyuan was startled, "Are you related to Great Joy Female Bodhisattva?"

"Great Joy Female Bodhisattva?" Yun Chang was also stunned, wondering how he could think of that.

She waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no! Don't misunderstand, I have no ill intentions! I have no connection with those pigs."

Yun Chang felt the Killing Intent rising from Young Master Lu and quickly said, "Young Master Lu, Senior Han is not wrong; I did indeed put something in the tea."

"This medicine is called 'Soft Jade Warm Fragrance.' It does make one's muscles and bones slightly numb, one's mind weary, and induces a light sleep, but it enhances sensations several times over. As for its 'great Yang Qi tonic' effect..."

A very faint yet incredibly captivating blush appeared on Yun Chang's Face. As her eyes shifted, a sudden charm erupted from her cool and elegant demeanor, seductively moving the soul:

"...It is only to make the person in the dream... feel ethereal, adding seven parts of an otherworldly quality... like an Immortal."

She lowered her eyelids slightly, her long lashes trembling like butterfly wings.

"As for the purpose," she raised her eyes, looking directly at Lu Jiuyuan, her gaze burning, her eyes full of honesty:

"Senior Han guessed half right and half wrong. Yun Chang would never 'pull a switcheroo' with another person, nor would she dare to have the slightest disrespectful thought towards Young Master."

She paused, her voice becoming softer yet clearer: "Since Young Master stepped into this Ting Xue Lu (Snow Listening Pavilion), playing chess and tasting tea, his demeanor has been composed, his bearing steady.

Facing Yun Chang's humble appearance, he treated it as if it were nothing, his gaze as clear as if watching a chess game, without a ripple of emotion."

She gave a slight bitter smile, with a hint of self-mockery, yet it added a touch of sincerity: "Does Young Master know how much of a setback this is for a courtesan who prides herself on having some beauty and talent? And how... breathtaking it is?"

"Only Saints, formidable heroes, or eunuchs can achieve this."

Yun Chang spoke slowly, her large eyes fixed on Lu Jiuyuan, "Young Master is not without feeling, nor is he incompetent.

Yun Chang dares to guess that Young Master's thoughts and considerations have long transcended the transient pleasures of this place, transcending the confined space of this Nuanxiang Pavilion (Warm Fragrance Pavilion).

Young Master's Heart-Nature, what he plans is grand, what he considers is far-reaching!

Therefore, what he sees in his eyes and what he holds in his heart naturally cannot be stirred by common women like Yun Chang."

"Young Master's Heart-Nature, his composure, his breadth of vision, are truly unprecedented in Yun Chang's life!"

Han Zhen was dumbfounded by these words, and couldn't help but loosen his hand from her neck, praising, "What flattery, what a talent!"

Yun Chang, having escaped, did not flee but bowed deeply: "The act of drugging was utterly foolish and an offense to Young Master. Yun Chang is willing to accept any punishment.

But Yun Chang dares to guarantee with her life that this intention, this thought, was only... only... to leave a momentary mark in Young Master's eyes, with absolutely no intention of harm!

If Young Master feels that Yun Chang has sullied your sight and hearing, or dirtied your eyes, Yun Chang will commit suicide here immediately, without a word of complaint!"

Han Zhen squinted, looking at Yun Chang, who was resolute and filled with endless admiration, and then at his Young Master.

He smacked his lips, no longer speaking.

This woman... she's a tough one.

Her flattery was both vicious and precise, resounding loudly, and carried an air of desperation.

Lu Jiuyuan remained seated, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the rosewood table, making a faint "thump, thump" sound.

He looked at the woman before him, her arm stained with blood, her Face pale, yet her eyes astonishingly bright.

The fear was real, the honesty was feigned, and the fear of death was real! Her perception was very keen.

"Yun Chang." Lu Jiuyuan suddenly spoke, his voice calm and unruffled.

"This servant is here." Yun Chang's heart tightened, and she quickly responded, lowering her posture greatly.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

"Replying to Young Master, no... it doesn't hurt anymore." Yun Chang subconsciously curled her injured arm.

"Hm." Lu Jiuyuan picked up the problematic Bi Luo Chun tea, sniffed it lightly at his nose, then put it down, turning his gaze to her,

"You said you knew a little martial arts, who did you learn it from?"

Yun Chang's heart beat faster, knowing that the real interrogation had begun.

She dared not conceal anything, and whispered, "When this servant was young, her family fell on hard times. She was taken in for a few years by a down-and-out female Daoist and learned some rudimentary breathing techniques and self-defense, which are truly not worthy of Young Master's Dharma Eye."

"Female Daoist?" Lu Jiuyuan's eyes flickered, "Which Immortal mountain? What was her title?"

"Revered Master called herself 'Jingchen.' She was not from a famous mountain or grand temple, but only roamed the Jiangnan region. She passed away many years ago."

Yun Chang's tone carried a hint of sorrow, half-truth and half-falsehood, making it most difficult to discern.

Lu Jiuyuan no longer pressed about her Revered Master, changing direction: "In this Ting Xue Lu (Snow Listening Pavilion), are there many women like you?"

"Young Master refers to..."

"Literate, musical, skilled in martial arts, intelligent, and unwilling to be ordinary."

Yun Chang was silent for a moment, then cautiously replied: "Ting Xue Lu (Snow Listening Pavilion) is not an ordinary brothel. The sisters in the pavilion all have some skills to rely on, more or less.

But as Young Master said, those who possess all these qualities... are not many. We are all under the Elder Sister's command. As for the other sisters, this servant dares not comment rashly, but there are four familiar sisters, Plum Orchid Bamboo Chrysanthemum, who are quite good!"

"Elder Sister?"

"Elder Sister is the Martial Forest's number one beauty, Lin Xianer, Sister Xian'er!" Yun Chang's eyes were full of reverence.

"Lin Xianer..." Lu Jiuyuan chewed on the name, seemingly smiling, "So it's her. This place is actually her property."

"Call those four sisters you mentioned. Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju? They're easy to remember."

"Yes, Young Master, please wait a moment. This servant will go and call them now." Yun Chang, as if pardoned, quickly bowed and withdrew.

Once outside the Ting Xue Lu (Snow Listening Pavilion), away from the suffocating Killing Intent, Yun Chang leaned against the cold corridor pillar and realized her back was drenched in cold sweat.

Almost, just a little bit, she would have died!

Inside the Ting Xue Lu (Snow Listening Pavilion), Han Zhen leaned closer and whispered, "Young Master, this woman's words are not entirely truthful. That skill of hers is not as simple as rudimentary self-defense."

"I know." Lu Jiuyuan's tone was calm, "If she had spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube, it would be suspicious. It's normal to have a few small tricks up her sleeve.

Lin Xianer's people, the Martial Forest's number one beauty, we'll keep them. They'll be useful."

Soon, Yun Chang returned, followed by four women similarly dressed in elegant plain skirts, all beautiful and with distinct temperaments.

They each held a guqin, a jade flute, a chessboard, and a painting scroll, clearly having prepared meticulously. Their eyes held curiosity, apprehension, and a hint of secret excitement at being chosen.

"Young Master, I've brought them. These are Meiying, Lanxin, Zhuyun, and Juxiu."

Yun Chang introduced them one by one: "My sisters are all somewhat skilled in music, literature, and painting, and are willing to serve Young Master."

The four women curtsied gracefully: "Greetings, Young Master."

Lu Jiuyuan's gaze swept over the four women, not lingering, and he merely nodded faintly: "Hm, I'll take them. Han Zhen, make arrangements, you go pay."

"Yes, Young Master." Han Zhen replied, looking at Yun Chang and the four others: "Ladies, pack your personal belongings and come with us.

From now on, you will be Young Master's people."

Yun Chang and the four others softly agreed, each with their own thoughts, and withdrew to prepare.

The next day, Lin Xianer watched expressionlessly from a distance as four beautiful women in white, with dark expressions, carried a soft sedan chair away. Yun Chang and Han Zhen walked on either side of the soft sedan chair.

Lu Jiuyuan sat in the soft sedan chair, his eyes slightly closed.

"You scoundrel, my carefully trained beauties are for carrying sedan chairs?

Stupid pigs who can't appreciate fine things!"

"Did he sleep last night?" Lin Xianer asked.

"He didn't!"

"Did he pay?"

"He told the one named Han to pay, and the one named Han said, 'Since he didn't sleep, why pay?' If you want money, put it on account and ask his Young Master's father for it!"

Lin Xianer's lips curled into a cold smile: "Coming here, whether he slept or not, not paying means he's a deadbeat! Being a deadbeat means he's disrespecting my Face!"