What are you going to do?
Wufu’s eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he said, "You’ll know when the time comes."
Ah Jiu pursed his lips, gave her a deep look, and said no more.
During their brief time together, he had already seen that the girl before him was clear about whom she favored and whom she held grudges against; she was someone who would seek out vengeance. For whom, exactly, was that medicine intended?
And did her hatred have something to do with her mother?
While lost in thought, two heavily made-up women entered alongside Mother Wan. Upon seeing the people before them, they all paused, their eyes lighting up.
In this small town, there couldn’t be many rich and influential figures. The most notable were perhaps the sons of landlords or traveling merchants. They had never seen men of Ah Jiu’s and the others’ bearing before.
"Take good care of these gentlemen," Mother Wan instructed her two daughters before she left.
Wufu looked at the two women with eager anticipation. "What are your names?"
"Inferior Concubine Qianqian (Qing Ge) greets the gentlemen." Both women bowed gracefully, their eyes winding around Wufu and Ah Jiu and the others, their admiration thick and undisguised.
Ah Jiu felt extremely disgusted, finding them vulgar and tacky, unable to see what was so attractive about them.
"What talents do you have? Show us your special skills; entertain us well, and we will reward you handsomely," Wufu said with a smile.
What a coincidence, Qing Ge could sing, and Qianqian could dance; they performed their respective arts in the room—one singing and the other dancing.
Wufu lay sideways, took a sip of wine, glanced at the performances, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Su Luo and the others exchanged glances, the corners of their mouths twitching slightly.
Seeing Wufu’s demeanor, she seemed more at ease than any real man there, as if truly here to jest with prostitutes, without the slightest bit of shyness or embarrassment.
Aren’t women supposed to smile without showing their teeth and be gentle and reserved? Yet here she was, brashly playing in the brothel, not showing the slightest bit of modesty.
Are women from the mountains all , hmm, unconcerned with trivial formalities?
No, that’s not right. Although this woman before them spoke softly and smiled lightly, she was capable of killing with a mere gesture.
How that hunter died, they had seen it all too clearly.
For a moment, everyone grew intensely curious about Wufu. What kind of woman was she, really? She could save lives, had compassion enough to take in Liu Jin as a servant, and yet was she truly kind? Without any hesitation, she had killed those who tried to plot against her.
Truly both righteous and wicked, she was inscrutable.
Ah Jiu’s complexion turned increasingly ugly, following the whims of Wufu’s spirits.
This place made him especially uncomfortable.
Watching as a little girl handed Wufu a small packet, he said, "We’ve got what we came for, it’s time to leave."
"What’s the rush? We paid Silver to come here. If we leave without finishing our meal or our drinks, it would be a loss," Wufu said, holding the small paper packet in her hand, twirling it, then bringing it to her nose to sniff.
Ah Jiu’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately snatched it away, reprimanding her, "Is this something you should be sniffing?"
Did she even know what it was?
Wufu glared with eyes that blinked innocently, almost pleading, as if to say, "What’s there to panic about, sir?"
Ah Jiu also felt he had overreacted. With a look from Wufu, he said, "It’s nothing good. If you get affected by it, hmm, Bai Xiaobai won’t be here to help."
She’d regret it if she really got caught by such an intoxicating drug, unaware.
Wufu offered a sheepish smile, "I was just curious, you know?"
"Next time you want something , don’t come to any brothel; Bai Xiaobai can make it for you," Ah Jiu stood up, "Let’s go."
Wufu raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself that he was being a bit too controlling, wasn’t he?