There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Zi Nu suppressed a laugh and spoke, observing Yan Ling Ji's appearance and temperament before choosing a fairly appropriate form of address.

For some reason, Jiang Mo always sensed a hint of sarcasm in his words.

It's as if an older sister is facing a naive young girl, finding her childish and innocent remarks laughable, and then helplessly tries to explain.

"Yan, her name is Yan. You can also call her Yan Lingji."

Jiang Mo spoke up at the opportune moment, briefly introducing the two, then looked at Zi Nu, his words becoming somewhat hesitant: "This is Miss Zi Nu, she..."

Jiang Mo belatedly realized that he had no idea Zi Nu's name.

Yan, although the name is a bit simple, it is common to use a single character in a name among the Baiyue people.

On the contrary, the name Yan Ling Ji, which is often mentioned, is a nickname given to Yan Ling Ji by many people after she made a certain reputation, just like Jiang Mo's name, Nine Nether Demon.

Judging from the plot presented in the original novel and anime, Zi Nu knows very little about the history of Baiyue and should not be a Baiyue descendant.

Therefore, it is unlikely that the given name is simply "紫".

It's more likely that the concept of names simply didn't exist, a situation unimaginable to later generations but commonplace in this era.

Purple Maiden, Snow Maiden...

These are just appellations based on physical characteristics and are not considered real names.

Zi Nu naturally noticed Jiang Mo's pause in his speech. She smiled faintly and said casually, "Just call me Zi Nu."

"Of course, if Sister Yan is willing, she can call me sister, and I would not mind."

"Hmph, who's your sister? Who are you the older sister?! Don't try to claim any connection with me."

Yan Lingji snorted coldly, quite displeased with the sisterly address that Zi Nu had unilaterally chosen, unaware that her reaction only fueled Zi Nu's teasing desire.

“Sister Yan, this place is indeed a ‘man-eating’ place, but it’s not some black shop.”

"If I had to say, I would prefer to call this place a romantic and romantic place."

"Wind, flowers, snow, and moon—what are they?"

Yan Lingji looked bewildered and asked a very classic question.

Chapter 114

Wind, flowers, snow, moon.

Yan Lingji recognizes each of the four characters individually, but when asked what they mean together, her mind goes completely blank.

The term "place of romance and beauty" left her completely bewildered.

When the flower jumped in through the window, Yan Lingji did see it, but at this time of year, where would there be any snow?

Moreover, her intuition told Yan Lingji that this word definitely didn't mean what it seemed on the surface. But faced with her instinctive counter-question, Zi Nu simply smiled without answering, turning her head to smile at Jiang Mo:

"Young Master Jiang, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

The smile contained a subtle but undeniable sense of pressure, like a teacher who had caught you playing a sneaky prank and was smilingly demanding a plausible explanation.

Originally, Zi Nu thought that Yan Ling Ji was an aggressive person who came to her door to show off her power.

However, after exchanging a few words, it was discovered that Yan Lingji had no idea where this place was, and probably thought that Zilanxuan was some kind of inn or post station.

Her light blue eyes revealed a clear innocence.

Even Zi Nu felt a little embarrassed to argue with her.

Instead, they continued to attack Jiang Mo, demanding an explanation from this shameless scoundrel who lured an innocent girl to a brothel and even practiced the "Dry Wood and Raging Fire Palm" technique on the bed.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingji also opened her eyes wide and looked at Jiang Mo.

It may seem rash to many, but Yan Lingji undoubtedly trusts Jiang Mo, and the trust is substantial.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to Zilan Pavilion with Jiang Mo without asking about the situation clearly.

It was even less likely that she would let the other party hide her under the covers. If it were any other stranger, they would be burned to ashes on the spot by Yan Lingji the moment they reached out to cover her mouth.

That's why she seemed a bit too naive in Zi Nu's eyes.

At this moment, Yan Lingji's light blue eyes gradually turned suspicious as she silently stared at Jiang Mo, and she began to scrutinize him from beginning to end.

It is already a very rare occurrence for two stunningly beautiful women with such different styles to come together.

Jiang Mo not only had the privilege of sharing a room with the two of them late at night, but also became the focus of their attention, enjoying their unwavering gaze.

Such good fortune is enough to make countless people close their eyes in peace, content, and say:

"I have no regrets in this life..."

Jiang Mo showed no sign of enjoying it at all; instead, under the gazes of the two men, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Uh... how should I put it, it's that..."

In places like Baiyue, where entertainment is primarily done by hand, it is a primitive stage. Naturally, Yan Lingji, who grew up in such an environment, knew nothing about places like theaters and brothels.

If she hadn't heard many stories from Jiang Mo, she wouldn't even know what an inn was.

Trying to explain what a brothel is to an illiterate girl, especially under the smiling gaze of the brothel's proprietress, is truly an arduous task that seems impossible to begin with.

If it's phrased too euphemistically, Yan Lingji would likely find it difficult to understand the meaning behind it.

If I speak too bluntly, I feel like I'll offend the elegant, smiling Zi Nu next to me, and I might even be labeled a lecherous playboy by the two women in front of me.

So much so that after his facial paralysis, Jiang Mo seemed to have developed a stutter, speaking in a halting, stammering manner:

"That, talented scholars and beautiful women, passionate lovemaking, appreciating the zither and the lute..."

"What nonsense! Where is the sound of zithers and lutes? Why didn't you say you brought me here to appreciate the flute?"

Completely bewildered, Yan Lingji couldn't help but frown and interrupt, asking a question in return.

"Oh, that service must be available too."

"Huh? Wait, you don't mean to brag..."

Hearing Jiang Mo's immediate response, Yan Lingji paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

Yan Lingji truly deserves the title of being exceptionally beautiful and talented.

The terms "illiterate" and "barbarian" were merely Jiang Mo's playful remarks. In reality, he understood better than anyone that Yan Lingji's comprehension far surpassed that of the vast majority of people.

Once she understood what Jiang Mo meant, she immediately combined various clues and guessed what kind of place Zilan Pavilion was.

She had never been to such an occasion before.

That doesn't mean you haven't heard of it!

Those old scoundrels love to speak recklessly, and the number of Han soldiers burned to death by Yan Lingji is far more than a thousand.

You'll often hear foul language.

This guy said he wanted to light up the whole night, but in the middle of the night he lured her to this kind of brothel and then took advantage of her not paying attention to get her into bed...

If it were Yan Lingji in her teenage years, she would surely be shy and unable to contain herself at this moment.

But now...

Yan Lingji smiled sweetly at Jiang Mo, her smile as dazzling as fireworks bursting across the night sky, enough to eclipse even the stars and moon.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

But it also hides a devastating danger.

Zi Nu, never one to shy away from a good spectacle, kept fanning the flames from the sidelines, her sophisticated and elegant voice laced with barely concealed schadenfreude:

"Sister Yan, don't be angry. Perhaps Young Master Jiang has some unspeakable difficulties?"

"They must have been worried that you wouldn't agree, which is why they did that thing first and then asked for your consent, bringing you to the Purple Orchid Pavilion to discuss it later. Maybe they just wanted to protect you?"

On the surface, she was helping Jiang Mo, but Zi Nu's words were clearly sarcastic.

It would have been better if she hadn't spoken up. Yan Lingji might have just vented her frustration and stopped, the force of which was barely more than a light tap on the chest. But Zi Nu not only spoke up, but also precisely hit Yan Lingji's sore spot.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, the more I thought about it...

He immediately condensed the flames in his hand into a long whip, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to whip Jiang Mo until he spun like a top.

Snap~ Snap~ Snap~

Outside the room, Cai Die, who had important matters to report to Zi Nu, stopped in her tracks in astonishment upon hearing the sound of the whip whistling through the air through the door.

As an experienced and virtuous young woman, she was well-versed in all kinds of martial arts.

Even without witnessing it firsthand, just by squatting here and eavesdropping, one can use a wealth of material to imagine what is happening inside the room.

Definitely a devilish brain.

At this moment, Cai Die's mind was a bit stuck, because she lacked relevant material about Zi Nu and Jiang Mo, who were the main characters.

The latter is fine.

Men are all the same.

Who cares what the male lead looks like? Just use a transparent outline as a reference and nobody will care.

What's always appealing is how alluring the female characters are.

But in this regard, Cai Die really had no material at all. She couldn't imagine what kind of expression the usually elegant and intellectual yet somewhat dignified Zi Nu would show in bed.

Damn it, I really want to take a look!

I thought Sister Zi Nu was indifferent to men, but now it seems she just hadn't met anyone who was her type.

Hearing the faint groans of pain coming from inside the room, Cai Die couldn't help but let her mind wander:

Ever since Sister Zi Nu forcibly entered the room despite Young Master Jiang's objections, there have been flickering flames, billowing smoke, and a continuous series of whooshing sounds...

Candles, whips...

Wow, she's clearly playing a much more elaborate game than most of her sisters!

Chapter 115 Purple Maiden, You Can't Refuse

The conflict between Yan Lingji and Zi Nu ended with Jiang Mo getting a beating.

Although Jiang Mo himself didn't quite understand, it was clear that the two of them were at each other's throats at the beginning, but somehow he, as the peacemaker, became the target of everyone's criticism and was severely whipped by Yan Lingji with fire whip.