Chapter 11: Candor

After bypassing the screen, Jiang Ning saw an astonishingly handsome face. The man wore a long teal robe, his features delicate and refined, his face slightly lean, exuding a gentle and jade-like aura.

Gazing into his soft, slender eyes, Jiang Ning was momentarily lost in thought.

My goodness, such a handsome young man—how could he possibly be found in a brothel...

Noticing the young woman’s astonished gaze, Liu Qing slowly stepped forward and handed her a cup of tea. “My name is Liu Qing. You may call me Xiao Liu.”

Jiang Ning lifted her arm and took the tea.

“Alright, I... I understand,” she replied.

Seeing her fingers, pure and jade-like, a trace of meaning flashed in Liu Qing’s eyes. “You seem quite young. This isn’t your first time in a place like this, is it?”

Jiang Ning nodded.

“That’s right.”

Liu Qing smiled gently and thoughtfully pulled her to sit down. “I don’t possess many talents; only my music on the qin is somewhat tolerable.”

“What kind of tune would you like to hear? I’ll play it for you.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ning felt a bit at a loss. How was she supposed to know what ancient melodies existed?

After a long silence, she braced herself and said, “I’m not familiar with these. Just play whatever you like.”

With that, she quietly distanced herself from the man before her.

Noticing the young woman’s subtle movement, a hint of puzzlement appeared in Liu Qing’s eyes.

The noble ladies who had visited before always clamored to be near him, even leaning close on him...

But today, this woman was different.

Though puzzled, Liu Qing did not dwell on it and moved straight to the qin.

Jiang Ning rested her chin on one hand, her gaze quietly fixed on him.

Her eyes were clear and without any distractions.

For some reason, Liu Qing grew curious about the face hidden beneath the girl’s veil.

As the first note sounded, Jiang Ning gradually became captivated...

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Elsewhere,

Pei Heng, clad in black, led a group of sword-bearing soldiers crashing into Wang Chun Brothel.

In search of a fleeing assassin, he had his men turn the first floor upside down.

Seeing such a large force, the brothel’s patrons scattered in a frenzy.

Fearing the assassin might be hiding among them, Pei Heng gripped his sword tightly and coldly ordered his men,

“No one here is allowed to leave without my command.”

Hearing this, a man standing nearby quickly nodded. “Understood, sir.”

After counting the people downstairs, Pei Heng raised his sword and led his men upstairs.

The commotion stirred Chun Zhi, who had been dozing at the doorway.

Seeing the large group approaching, Chun Zhi hurriedly turned to knock on the door.

“Milady... Miss, you...”

Before she could finish, Pei Heng appeared with his men.

Upon recognizing him, Chun Zhi’s face filled with shock. “Pei... Pei Shi Lang, why are you with government soldiers?”

Unexpected to find Chun Zhi here, Pei Heng narrowed his eyes with a trace of irritation.

“What are you doing here? Where is the Princess?”

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