Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

"Young Master Lin, please take a look."

Five hundred and fifty taels of gold notes, not a single one missing.

This is Xueyao's "contract of sale," please check it to see if it's complete.

Lin Feng remained calm and first picked up the so-called "contract of sale" to examine it carefully.

The paper was ordinary mulberry paper, with some wear and yellowing at the edges, but the ink was still clear.

On the far right are three slightly larger characters written vertically: "典女契".

The text on the left is in neat but cold regular script:

The person who made the contract is Fang Xingcai, a native of this town.

Because I owe Wangchun Pavilion twenty-five taels of silver for prostitution fees, and with interest compounding, I am truly unable to repay it.

I now voluntarily pledge my niece, Fang Xueyao, to Wangchun Pavilion as a prostitute to pay off my previous debts.

The term of the ceremony was set at one year, starting from the eighth day of the third month of the Renyin year of the Tiancheng era.

On the expiration date, a ransom of three hundred taels of pure silver is required to redeem the person.

If the redemption is not completed by the deadline, or if the redemption is not completed, then Wangchun Pavilion may dispose of the property as it sees fit.

The parties to this contract and their relatives shall not raise any further objections; verbal agreements are meaningless, and this contract serves as proof.

Lin Feng picked up the stack of gold notes again and quickly counted them.

Each note has a different denomination, totaling five hundred and fifty taels, the amount is correct.

Lin Feng put the gold notes and the contract together into his pocket, and then stored them in his spatial storage the next moment.

Then, at the opportune moment, he revealed an expression of extreme heartache, as if he were parting with his most cherished treasure.

With slightly trembling fingers, he slowly handed the glass bead to the madam.

"Alas, this pearl has been with me for some time now. You must cherish it and not let it down."

Lin Feng's tone was full of reluctance and solemnity, and his performance was sincere and heartfelt.

The madam had no time to care about his sadness; all she could see was the bead that was getting closer and closer.

She almost snatched it, reaching out to grab the glass bead tightly in her palm. The cool touch and heavy weight filled her with joy.

She held the bead up to her eyes, gazing at it intently in the candlelight, and hurriedly assured him, "Young Master Lin, rest assured, from now on, it will be my lifeblood. Even if I lose it, it will never be lost."

After her initial elation, she finally remembered her business and quickly turned to her personal maid, who had been waiting by the door, and instructed, "Quickly, take Young Master Lin to Miss Xueyao's boudoir and serve him well!"

"Wait a minute," Lin Feng said.

He then pointed to Zhao Erniu, who seemed a bit lost, and said, "Arrange two decent-looking and lively courtesans for my brother as well, and treat him well."

"Oh dear, look at my memory! Don't worry, Young Master Lin, I guarantee this gentleman will be satisfied." The madam readily agreed and then gave a few more instructions to another maid.

Once everything was arranged, the madam could no longer contain herself. She pressed the glass bead to her chest and rushed out of the room without looking back.

They completely forgot about the guests who were still waiting in the lobby on the first floor, whose complaints were gradually rising.

Meanwhile, in the secluded courtyard where the courtesan lived in the backyard of Wangchun Pavilion.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating Xueyao's slender figure.

She was still wearing that moon-white long dress, her bright eyes were now red and swollen, and tears rolled down silently like broken pearls, wetting the front of her dress.

She gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her body trembling slightly.

The thought of her impending fate, of a life of darkness and being at the mercy of others, filled her with despair, like a cold tide, repeatedly engulfing her heart.

For men seeking pleasure, Wangchun Pavilion is a haven of tenderness and a den of iniquity; but for a woman like her, it is a living hell, a magnificent cage from which there is no escape.

Escape? Easier said than done.

The madam went to great lengths to prevent these cash cows from escaping.

Not only does he maintain twenty healthy servants year-round, but his monthly allowance is also five thousand coins.

This money was enough to buy three hundred bushels of the finest white rice, just to keep a close watch on them day and night.

The thugs inside guarded the entrance during the day and patrolled the corridors at night.

Even the maids who served tea and water were all spies planted by the madam.

Even the rough old woman in the kitchen who chops wood and tends the fire can earn a lavish meal of wine and meat as a reward for reporting a girl who tries to escape.

Xueyao had heard the old people in the pavilion say that a few years ago, a girl with a strong personality couldn't bear it anymore and planned to escape three times.

They were all brought back.

He was chained to the filthiest outhouse in the backyard, where he could only see a sliver of light when he emptied the chamber pots in the morning and evening; otherwise, he was kept in complete darkness.

However, after a month or so, the girl became mentally unstable and, on a rainy night, threw herself into the deep well in the backyard.

Even the bodies were hastily buried and forgotten.

The lessons of the past are stained with blood and tears.

Where could she, a weak woman with no strength to even kill a chicken and no talent other than her looks, possibly escape to?

Just as she was filled with despair and tears blurred her vision, the door creaked open from the outside.

Lin Feng pushed open the door and entered, his footsteps light and slow.

Immersed in immense grief, Xueyao was completely unaware that someone had entered.

It wasn't until Lin Feng walked less than three steps in front of her, blocking the candlelight and casting a shadow, that Xue Yao suddenly realized there was another person in the room.

She looked up abruptly, and through her teary eyes, she saw the face of the person who had approached her.

"what!"

Xueyao gasped in fright, shrinking back like a startled fawn, her eyes revealing instinctive fear.

She pleaded, trembling, "Young Master Lin, please have mercy on me this time. I will repay you by serving you like a slave from now on."

Looking at her pitiful appearance with tears streaming down her face, Lin Feng felt little emotion. He simply said, "Let you go."

"My six thousand taels of silver, are you suggesting it's all going down the drain?"

Xueyao shook her head repeatedly, tears streaming down her face: "No, no, I... I will definitely work hard to earn money in the future and pay you back as soon as possible."

"Rely on you?" Lin Feng scoffed. "By the time you've made enough money, it'll be too late."

"But...but..." Xueyao sobbed, trying to make a final struggle, "Forced love is never sweet..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng laughed instead, "It doesn't matter if it's sweet or not, as long as it quenches my thirst."

"How...how could you do this?"

Xueyao was speechless, choked by his blunt words, and could only sob helplessly.

She was disgusted by Lin Feng's bluntness when they first met, and it was the same today.

Lin Feng leaned down, getting closer, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable sense of pressure: "Otherwise what?"

Why not send over a filthy old man with yellow teeth and a foul odor?

Or should we replace him with a fat, bloated businessman?

"Miss Xueyao, you can run away on the first day of the month, but can you hide on the fifteenth?"

These words were like the last straw, completely crushing Xueyao's will to resist.

Yes, there's no escaping it.

If it wasn't him, it would have been someone else.

The young master Lin before me was young and handsome. Although his speech was annoying, he was also straightforward. Compared to those disgusting and hypocritical guests, he was a better choice.

Her delicate hand, which had been pushing her away, fell limply to her sides as she leaned back.

With her eyes tightly closed, glistening tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

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