HomeThe Days of Seclusion and LoveChapter 20: Unspeakable

Chapter 20: Unspeakable

Calling a woman lowly was already quite offensive, but she hadn’t expected this person to be completely shameless, still arguing with conviction! Yi Zhangzhu choked on her anger, looking at her in disbelief.

Were all brothel women this devoid of self-respect?

Sun Li seemed to be unconscious, groaning hazily in pain. This made Yi Zhangzhu even angrier, and she waved her hand, ordering, “Take these people to the magistrate’s office for questioning!”

Mama Jin panicked, and Feng Yue frowned. As the guards came to seize her, she didn’t resist, but asked, “Without catching the perpetrator at the scene, and without an official warrant from the magistrate’s office, Young Miss Yi intends to make arrests based solely on wearing that armor?”

Yi Zhangzhu looked at her in confusion: “Sun Li came to redeem you, so what’s wrong with me taking you to the magistrate’s office?”

Despite being the General’s young miss, she didn’t even know basic procedures. Feng Yue sighed: “Arrest me if it pleases you.”

Even if it wasn’t legal, given her noble status, likely no one would fault her.

“What’s going on here?” A calm voice inquired from the third-floor railing.

Yi Zhangzhu looked up, saw Yin Gezhi, and was startled: “Brother Yin? Why are you here?”

Hearing Yi Zhangzhu’s voice, Yin Gezhi frowned, carefully looking down before walking downstairs to stand before her: “Why are you dressed like this?”

Looking down at her armor, Yi Zhangzhu blushed slightly, stammering, “Coming to such a place, women’s clothing didn’t seem appropriate, so I thought this would be better.”

After a moment’s silence, Yin Gezhi didn’t say much more, glancing at Sun Li beside them, and said, “I broke his hands.”

Startled, Yi Zhangzhu stared at him wide-eyed: “You… Brother Yin! How did Sun Li offend you?!”

“He didn’t offend me,” Yin Gezhi calmly replied, hands behind his back. “I saw he was honest but always laboring hard, so I took pity on him. By breaking his hands, he’ll never have to work again and can live comfortably for the rest of his life.”

He then looked at Yi Zhangzhu: “Isn’t that doing him a favor?”

How could this be considered doing him a favor? Yi Zhangzhu frowned, wanting to argue, but opened and closed her mouth, blushing.

She had been using the same logic to send Sun Li to redeem Feng Yue. Now she could hardly say this wasn’t doing someone a favor—wouldn’t that be slapping her face?

Forcibly swallowing her anger, Yi Zhangzhu’s eyes reddened as she said hoarsely: “Whatever Brother Yin says must be right. Since it’s your act of kindness, I won’t argue anymore. I’m leaving.”

With that, she turned and ran.

“Zhangzhu.” Yin Gezhi called out, just two words, light as feathers, yet they fell like stones on Feng Yue’s heart.

Listen to how he called her—so different from his stern tone with others, carrying a hint of helplessness and indulgence. After calling out, he followed her out.

Oh my, this chase scene—truly a display of lovers’ flirtation, how shameless!

Rolling her eyes, Feng Yue brushed off her clothes and turned to go upstairs.

The onlookers like Duanxian came to their senses and began chattering: “That was the Yi family’s young miss, right? No other woman could command such a presence. What did she call that gentleman? Brother Yin?”

Weiyun drew in a sharp breath: “Yin? That’s the Wei Kingdom’s royal surname!”

Among those with the Wei Kingdom’s royal surname in Bu Yin City of Wu Kingdom, there was only one person—Crown Prince Yin.

All the courtesans’ hearts skipped a beat as they turned to look at Feng Yue.

Feng Yue lowered her eyes, walking slowly up the stairs as if nothing had happened, moving with grace and allure.

Duanxian gritted her teeth, speaking sourly: “So what if he is that person? Someone of his status coming here just means he’s tired of delicacies and wants to try some simple fare. Didn’t you see? As soon as Young Miss Yi left, he immediately chased after her. We haven’t seen him treat certain others so well.”

“After all, their status is different—one’s a flower in heaven, one’s mud on the ground. It’s pitiful when some people mistake such temporary dalliances for something real, ending up with nothing in the end.”

Turning to go up to the third floor, Feng Yue smiled at them, showing her teeth: “If my sisters are worried about me, there’s no need. At least I’ve earned enough for my coffin.”

Serving such a person, the rewards she received equaled what they’d get from serving ten men. Sympathize with her? Was there any need?

That single statement left Duanxian and the others speechless. Feng Yue lifted her chin, proud as a victorious peacock, entered her room, and closed the door.

“That little hussy!” Duanxian ground her teeth in hatred: “Isn’t there any way to teach her a lesson!”

“What can we do…” Weiyun sighed: “Let’s just prepare ourselves well. That lord coming here doesn’t necessarily mean he only has eyes for Feng Yue.”

Thinking this made sense, Duanxian hurried back to her room to practice her qin.

As the room quieted down, Feng Yue casually removed her shoes, her snow-white feet stepping on the carpet, then onto the windowsill behind the soft couch. She retrieved the hidden wine from the cabinet and drank directly from the bottle while leaning against the window.

Daytime was supposed to be sleeping time for people like her. Since there were no customers anyway, she might as well drink and sleep well.

The red gauze clothes were bothersome. Feng Yue frowned as she undid her belt, letting the outer robe slide loosely off her shoulders, revealing several faint scars. Her skin was like snow, the red clothes like fire, and wine spilled from her shoulder hollow, sliding into deep crevices, extremely alluring.

She wasn’t trying to seduce anyone, nor was she in the mood. She just had always liked drinking this way when unhappy, always being scolded by her father for having no manners, asking why she couldn’t drink properly instead of climbing windowsills.

Now no one was left to scold her! It didn’t matter if she didn’t wear shoes if her clothes were disheveled, or if she drank in big gulps!

Giggling a couple of times, Feng Yue took another swig. Her hand holding the wine bottle hurt a bit, but this pain was nothing—at most, it could be used to gain sympathy from men. When truly alone, even with these broken bones in her hand, she could still use it normally.

Drinking until she was fuzzy-headed, her hair bun loosened and clothes disheveled, Feng Yue hiccupped, closed the window, and went to sleep.

In her dream, someone was tearing at her clothes, fierce as a lion. Feng Yue impatiently waved her hand, but since her hands were tied up, she could only use her feet—suddenly kicking the person away before hugging her pillow to continue sleeping.

“Are you tired of living?” Someone growled in her ear: “Wake up!”

Who wants to wake up when finally drunk? Hazily spitting out a “pah,” Feng Yue mumbled as she hugged the hand that kept shaking her, her flushed face nuzzling against their hand before continuing to sleep.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then Feng Yue felt a mountain pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe, and causing her to struggle. But the more she struggled, the more forceful this person became, hands pinning her hands, legs pressing her legs, using teeth to tear open her clothes, nuzzling her like a wolf.

This must be a nightmare, Feng Yue thought, and since it was a dream, why bother struggling? Instead, she turned passive into active, letting them taste what it meant to be in paradise!

Back then, to learn these matters between men and women, she had bought out all the spring palace drawings from every bookshop in Bu Yin City, studying diligently, even more seriously than when she practiced martial arts before, acquiring excellent skills specifically for dealing with men. She no longer had anyone she liked, and her body wasn’t pristine anymore, so whatever happened, happened—who cared?

Rough breathing accompanied by hoarse moans filled her ears. Feng Yue felt she must have been very successful—this person in her dream was so obviously aroused, they must have been completely enchanted by her.

If we’re going to die, let’s die together!

Barely twilight, yet the sounds from Menghui Tower were quite noticeable, rising and falling, enticing passersby to walk in.

Yin Gezhi knew Feng Yue was wanton, but hadn’t expected her to be this extreme, arousing him until his whole body flushed slightly red, unable to help cover her mouth: “Stop making noise!”

After several rounds of passion, half sobered from the wine, Feng Yue looked at the person above her in confusion, then smiled and pulled his hand away: “Young Master came back so soon?”

Looking at the sky outside, Yin Gezhi didn’t answer her, only said with disgust: “You’re truly dissolute.”

“How would a courtesan get business without being dissolute?” Giggling a couple of times, Feng Yue hooked her arm around his waist and raised herself, eyes seductive as silk as she said: “Just like that young miss from the General’s Manor—if she weren’t so proud, how would she make you pursue her so eagerly?”

His face suddenly darkened as Yin Gezhi reached out and grabbed her throat, his eyes full of anger.

“Did I… say something wrong?” Barely able to breathe, Feng Yue was still smiling: “Or do you think someone as lowly as me isn’t worthy of commenting on the young miss?”

“You’re not worthy.” His voice was cold, completely unlike someone who had just been intimate with her. Yin Gezhi said displeasedly: “Just do your job.”

He enjoyed her passion yet despised her lowliness—patrons were truly hard to please.

Feng Yue smiled, watching him get up to dress, not trying to keep him, only saying: “It seems I no longer please Young Master. If Young Master keeps me for a few more days, it would just be wasting money. Why not return the silver and find someone more pleasing?”

Playing hard to get with him? Yin Gezhi sneered: “If you’re eager to get into the Crown Prince’s bed, you’ll still have to finish serving me first. You’ve never pleased me anyway, isn’t it a bit late to care about that now?”

The atmosphere instantly became rigid. Outside the door, Guanzhi listened in bewilderment—how did they start arguing out of nowhere? Master had seemed quite happy going in earlier; they flipped faster than turning pages!

“This servant understands.” Feng Yue nodded, closed her clothes, and went downstairs to the bathhouse.

Yin Gezhi’s face was full of anger as he leaned on the soft couch, rubbing his forehead.

What was wrong with him? Getting angry at a courtesan? Was there any need? But he had indeed indulged her too much these past few days, letting her become presumptuous, even daring to throw tantrums at him.

Women truly couldn’t be spoiled.

After arranging his robes, Yin Gezhi opened the door, unexpectedly having someone crash into him—green gauze clothes light and floating, much more pleasing to the eye than red.

“Young Master…” Duanxian was startled, her face instantly reddening: “This servant was just passing by, with no intention to offend!”

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