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

Looking at Xueyao's surprised face.

After a long while, Lin Feng finally let out a slow sigh of relief.

He turned his head and looked at Xueyao, whose eyes held an undisguised expectation.

"Although your skills need improvement, your attitude is good, so it's not out of the question that we can consider helping you get out of your servitude."

Xueyao's hand suddenly stopped, her beautiful eyes flashing with unbelievable surprise, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Young master, are you... are you telling the truth?"

Are you really willing to redeem me from this life?

She was afraid she had misheard, or that it was just a casual remark.

Lin Feng sat up, stretched his arms, and looked at her anxious expression. He smiled slightly, but his tone carried a hint of reminder: "Of course it's true."

However, you should think this through carefully.

Once I redeem you, your indenture will be in my hands.

From this day forward, your life and death, your honor and disgrace, your fortune and misfortune will all be in my hands.

Aren't you afraid?

He stared calmly at Xueyao, wanting to see if she was acting on impulse or if she had truly considered the consequences.

Xueyao answered almost without hesitation, her eyes clear and earnest.

"Young Master, Xueyao has thought it through."

Although... although you sometimes speak too directly, without any tact.

Sometimes he was even ruthless, but Xueyao could sense that the young master knew how to act appropriately.

To be able to serve as a servant by your side, to devote myself to serving you alone, is already a great blessing for me, even a kind of relief.

Xueyao isn't afraid.

She paused, her voice lower but more resolute, "It's better than being in that Wangchun Pavilion, living in a daze, not knowing which strange 'patron' will arrive tomorrow."

Lin Feng nodded after hearing her words and said nothing more.

"Well, in that case, go wash up and get ready."

I'm a little tired, time for bed.

"Yes, young master."

Xueyao obediently agreed, helped Lin Feng lie down again, covered him with a thin blanket, and then quietly retreated behind the screen to wash up by herself.

She moved very quietly, afraid of disturbing Lin Feng.

The eastern sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and the candles inside cast their last rays of light.

Xueyao was already dressed and kneeling by the bed, gazing longingly at Lin Feng.

Seeing that Lin Feng was still fast asleep, she couldn't help but move closer and whisper in his ear, "Young Master, Young Master... it's dawn."

Lin Feng glanced sleepily out the window; it was still dark, and there was still some time before dawn.

He couldn't help but yawn. "What's the rush so early?"

Xueyao pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling with barely suppressed excitement and anticipation. "Young Master, I wish I could sprout wings and fly out of this Wangchun Pavilion right now."

As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, revealing her inner anxiety.

Seeing her eagerness to return home, as if staying even a moment longer would be torture, Lin Feng's last bit of sleepiness vanished.

He shook his head helplessly, yawned, and sat up: "Fine, fine, since you're in such a hurry, then so be it."

Upon hearing this, Xueyao's face instantly lit up with a bright, relieved smile, as she was afraid that Lin Feng would change his mind and refuse to redeem her.

After all, redeeming oneself is a considerable sum.

Xueyao quickly got up and began to help Lin Feng get dressed.

From her inner garment to her outer gown, from her ties to her accessories, she did everything meticulously.

Although her movements were still a little awkward, her focus and attentiveness quickly helped her get into the role of a personal maid.

The speed at which she adapted caught Lin Feng's attention; it was quite pleasant to have someone serve her.

My ex-girlfriends weren't this considerate, and American girls Sarah and McKenna are even less so.

After getting dressed, Xueyao didn't urge them to leave immediately. Instead, she turned around and took out a small box, about the size of a palm, from an inconspicuous hidden compartment under the dressing table.

She presented the box to Lin Feng with both hands, her eyes showing a mixture of trepidation and determination.

"Young master, here you go."

Lin Feng took it and opened it.

There wasn't much inside, just a few exquisite jade hairpins and earrings, which looked like her everyday jewelry.

In addition, there were two gold notes worth one hundred taels each, and a small packet of loose silver.

This was all the wealth Xueyao had accumulated after becoming the top courtesan, through customer tips and her own frugal living.

"Young master," Xueyao said softly, her eyes lowered, her voice unusually clear, "I know that the price to redeem me will definitely not be cheap, and the madam will certainly ask for an exorbitant sum."

This is all my savings. It's not much, but please accept it, young master.

Even if it only makes up for a portion, it's still Xueyao's sentiment.

She pushed the box forward, her attitude resolute.

Lin Feng glanced at the box. This wealth would be an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but it was nothing to Lin Feng. He had even earned 550 taels of gold from the madam last night.

He glanced at Xueyao's pretty face, which was full of seriousness and dedication, then closed the box and casually stuffed it back into her arms.

"Alright, put it away."

Keep this little bit of money for yourself, or buy something you like.

"I can afford to redeem you; I'm not so poor that I need to use your secret stash of money."

Upon hearing this, Xueyao was stunned.

She stared blankly at the box that had been shoved back at her, looking up at Lin Feng's calm and expressionless face, her eyes instantly reddening.

Her uncle sold her to Wangchun Pavilion for money.

In this Wangchun Pavilion, guests coveted her beauty and body, while the madam and pimps schemed to make money off her.

Has anyone ever told her to keep her money for herself?

The mere fact that he didn't covet her small amount of money filled her with an indescribable sense of gratitude.

This further convinced her that her decision this time might really not have been wrong.

"Young master..." Her voice choked with emotion, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lin Feng waved his hand; he hated women crying the most.

He interrupted her potential words of gratitude, his gaze sweeping across the room: "You only brought this box?"

Have you packed everything else?

Xueyao quickly wiped her eyes and shook her head, saying, "I don't want anything else."

Those clothes and jewelry all belong to Wangchun Pavilion; I don't want to take them.

I don't want to see anything related to this place anymore.

Her tone carried a sense of resolute severance.

"Good, clean and neat."

Lin Feng nodded, said no more, and naturally reached out to put his arm around Xue Yao's slender waist. "Let's go."

Xueyao nestled obediently beside him, feeling the strength and warmth from his arm, and the last trace of unease in her heart strangely subsided.

The two walked hand in hand through the still quiet corridor, down the stairs, and past the front hall where early-rising servants were beginning to move about.

Along the way, not a single person stepped forward to stop or question them.

The pimps and maids who encountered Xueyao simply lowered their heads and respectfully made way for her, with many maids looking at Xueyao with envy and jealousy.

Xueyao was filled with doubt and suspicion, and tightly gripped Lin Feng's clothes.

She remembered clearly that Lin Feng had stayed with her all night and hadn't left the room at all, let alone gone to the madam to discuss redeeming himself.

But why... why do these people act as if they had already received orders, without any obstruction?

It wasn't until the two of them completely stepped out of the vermilion gate of Wangchun Pavilion and onto the deserted street outside that they finally came out.

The slightly cool morning breeze brushed against her face, and Xueyao felt a sense of disorientation, as if she had been transported to another world.

She really... just came out like that?

There was no harassment, entanglement, or final humiliation as I had imagined.