Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

"call--"

She took a deep breath.

This is the first time in five years that Feng Hua has been this nervous...

Men are all such bastards; how could three of them come up with such a depraved idea...

While cursing in her heart those men who lusted after her looks and only thought with their lower bodies, Feng Hua also silently admired her own beauty.

Indeed, there's nothing we can do... who can blame us for being born with such a beautiful and charming appearance?

She slowly reached out and placed her hand on the door, the corners of her mouth almost unconsciously turning up in a smile. At that moment, she exuded the unique charm and confidence of a sophisticated woman…

crunch--

The door was pulled open from the inside.

She lost her balance and suddenly fell into the arms of the figure in front of her.

Oh no... I got taken advantage of right from the start!

"Are you okay?"

However, a voice completely different from what she had imagined suddenly echoed in Feng Hua's ears.

She froze, forgetting to reply, and stared blankly up, meeting the eyes of the cherry-haired girl in front of her.

Her pale golden pupils radiated an arrogant coldness, her delicate nose was slightly upturned, and her cheeks, untouched by any rouge or powder, were fair and smooth, like a work of art without the slightest flaw.

At the same time, Feng Hua also smelled the unique fragrance on the other person—a clear and light fragrance, like a beautiful snow lotus blooming in a snowstorm.

Seeing that Feng Hua didn't reply, Fan Luo Kui tilted her head in confusion: "Miss?"

"Ah..." Feng Hua finally realized what was happening, but was reluctant to pull away from Fan Luo Kui's embrace: "I'm fine..."

"It's good that you're alright."

After Fan Luokui finished speaking, she took the initiative to let go of Feng Hua's hand. This sudden indifference left Feng Hua somewhat stunned.

female?

And she's a woman even prettier than me?

—Although she didn't really want to admit it, just that one glance made her, as a woman, vaguely feel her heart pounding...

She subconsciously patted her face, trying to clear her mind and confirm that this was not a hallucination.

Then she realized that, apart from herself, the other three people in the room were all women!

And they're all pretty good-looking...

what's the situation?

"sit down."

Fan Luokui sat at the table and gestured for Feng Hua to enter.

"……good……"

Feng Hua was still in shock and walked with a slight limp.

She had no idea how she got from outside to the table; all she knew was that when she regained consciousness, the small teacup in front of her was already filled with tea.

"please."

Fan Luokui pushed the teacup in front of her.

Seeing this scene, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but have the strange feeling that the two of them weren't in a brothel at all, but in an interrogation room.

The female prosecutor who'd offer you tea and maybe even bring you a pork chop rice bowl...

Feng Hua was completely obsessed. In the past, she was the one who poured wine and made tea for others. Today was the first time she had ever seen someone take the initiative to make tea for Nü Lian...

"Thanks……"

A strange sense of unease welled up inside her, and Feng Hua almost forgot why she had come here in the first place.

She drank the tea in a daze, feeling as if Fan Luokui was leading her around.

Just as she was about to figure out the situation or say a few words to regain control, Fan Luokui spoke up again.

The voice of the cherry-haired girl remained completely unmoved throughout.

"Let's get straight to the point. Although we ostensibly come here to solicit prostitutes, we're actually just here to gather intelligence."

"Intelligence?" Feng Hua was a little confused: "What intelligence?"

Fan Luokui crossed her arms, her expression suddenly turning extremely gloomy: "Some very important intelligence."

Looking into those eyes that suddenly sharpened, Feng Hua gasped, a look of horror involuntarily creeping onto her pretty face.

She suddenly wondered if she had been inexplicably drawn into some kind of incident. The stunningly beautiful woman in front of her was not only strangely dressed, but also exuded a rather dangerous aura.

"Um..." Feng Hua gulped down her tea, a wry smile on her lips. "Sister, I'm just an ordinary female warrior with a little bit of fame. This... what important information... I don't know either..."

"I haven't even asked you what kind of intelligence it is yet, don't be in such a hurry."

Fan Luokui smiled faintly, then slowly poured Feng Hua a full cup of tea.

As she watched the teacup slowly fill up, Feng Hua's expression grew increasingly tense.

"I...I just mean...I know too little...this...may not give you any useful information..."

—These words are clearly an attempt to distance themselves from the situation.

Oh no, this scene is giving Ye Yuchan a stronger and stronger sense of déjà vu.

Considering Fan Luokui's identity as the head of the anti-prostitution squad, Ye Yuchan felt as if the anti-prostitution squad leader was interrogating her in an interrogation room...

"I told you not to rush."

As a former captain of the trial team, Fan Luokui is quite experienced in dealing with people who want to protect themselves and try their best to distance themselves from the situation.

"Let me be frank, do you know Duan Yu, the third young master of the Duan family?"

"Duan Yu?!"

Feng Hua's expression suddenly changed, and in addition to her fear of Fan Luo Kui, her eyes showed a hint of surprise and doubt: "You came here for him?"

"More or less." Fan Luokui didn't lie at all. Instead, she poured herself a full cup of tea as if nothing had happened. "And judging from your reaction, you should know something about Duan Yu."

"This one……"

Even though she had only said a few words, Feng Hua felt a little thirsty and immediately drank half of the tea in front of her.

She remained silent for a moment, somewhat hesitant to look up at Fan Luo Kui's icy expression: "I just know a little bit... because he used to come here occasionally..."

Fan Luo Kui frowned: "Just occasionally? You should know better than me what kind of men most of the people who come here are."

Feng Hua gave a helpless bitter smile: "That's what they say, but... that young master Duan... really doesn't come very often... and the time is not fixed... to be honest, he's not exactly a regular here."

Not a regular customer...

Fan Luokui turned around and exchanged glances with Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, all of whom saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

She then turned her head again and drank the tea in one gulp.

"Tell me in detail what kind of person this Young Master Duan Yu is."

“He…” Feng Hua paused, her pupils shifting slightly to the left, and her lips twitching almost imperceptibly. “I don’t really know much about him either…”

Having received an unwanted answer, Fan Luokui was not in a hurry, but continued to pour tea.

But after she filled her teacup, both Feng Hua and Fan Luo Kui realized that there was very little tea left in the teapot.

Feng Hua lowered her head, glanced at the nearly empty tea in her cup, and couldn't help but swallow.

Fan Luokui smiled and pushed her teacup towards him, saying:

"Don't rush, take your time, you'll eventually figure out some of his qualities."

"I……"

Feng Hua stared at the teacup, then at the nearly empty teapot… her gaze finally settling on the black scabbard beside the table, her expression gradually freezing.

She remained silent for a long while before taking a sip of tea, and then said with a complicated expression, "I can only vaguely recall a little bit..."

Fan Luokui's smile gradually faded—clearly, her previous smile was just a forced one.

Tell me about it.

“That young master Duan…” Feng Hua slowly closed her eyes, recalling the past that should have been forgotten: “To be honest, he should be considered a gentleman.”

Fan Luo Kui frowned: "A gentleman who comes to a brothel?"

"That's not how it is. He came to the brothel not to seek fleeting thrills like other patrons, but for a woman."

"woman?"

At this point, Feng Hua's expression gradually fell: "She was a relatively unknown female concubine. I remember her name was Yue'er... I don't know her real name. Here, we all use aliases to address each other."

"I've heard about Young Master Duan from Yue'er. It seems they met at a fireworks festival. She sneaked out to watch the fireworks and encountered some villains, but was saved by Young Master Duan who happened to be passing by, and that's how they met."

"And then that young master Duan has been coming here ever since?"

“No, not really…” Feng Hua shook her head, then gasped as if recalling something: “I remember, Yue’er was just a servant girl back then. Because she came from a remote area, many etiquette rules needed to be taught by the nanny, so Sister Liu made her a servant girl first.”

"It seems that once, Young Master Duan accompanied his friend to this place, and Yue'er happened to be playing the zither. They were both quite interested in the art of the zither, and that's how they became acquainted. After that, Young Master Duan would come here every few days, just to discuss the art of the zither with her."

"Over time, Yue'er became acquainted with Young Master Duan and would often write letters to him. I have read her letters... They really sound like they were written by a child, with a touch of naivety and innocence."

"Young Master Duan would also send her letters, saying that he really liked Yue'er's musical skills, but Yue'er crossed out the last three words and then rolled around on the bed with the letter in her arms."

At this point, Feng Hua couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

She and Yue'er had a very good relationship; she was probably the person with the best relationship with Yue'er in the entire Feng Hua Shui Yue.

Fan Luo Kui paused for a few seconds upon hearing this, then asked, "Since the two are so close, why doesn't that Young Master Duan redeem Miss Yue'er?"

“Actually, Yue’er mentioned this to me…” Feng Hua’s lips curled into a faint bitter smile as she held a warm teacup in her hand, her eyes full of gentleness: “She told me excitedly that day that Young Master Duan had said in his letter that he would redeem her and asked her to wait a while.”

"Perhaps it's because the Duan family... is a very large family. I don't know why Young Master Duan didn't come to redeem Yue'er directly. I guess it might be because he was tied up with some matters, or it might be because it was inconvenient for him. Now that I think about it, I probably understand why he didn't come to redeem Yue'er directly."

Fan Luokui seemed to have thought of something as well, but still asked, "What?"

Feng Hua glanced at Fan Luo Kui. At this point, there was no point in her continuing to hide it.

"Because he is a married man."