The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 1372

Jin Fuyun's smile faded at this remark.

"Has Miss Baoyue met Prince Nayong?" Her words were cool, as if she were slightly jealous. Zhu Baoyue shook her head slowly, then nodded.

"what for?"

Shaking her head and nodding at the same time, Jin Fuyun pressed for details, and Zhu Baoyue explained in detail, "Prince Yong has never been to Manyue Tower, so I have never entertained this noble lady. But if you ask if I have ever seen her, of course I have. I am a courtesan, and I often have to greet and see off guests. Prince Yong loves to go boating on the lake, and I have met him several times in the middle of the lake."

Jin Fuyun understood. "Speaking of which, the first time I saw him was also on a painted boat in the middle of the lake. I think you were there that day too."

Zhu Baoyue quickly replied, "Yes, that pleasure boat belongs to Prince Yong himself. I often see it when I go out to entertain guests."

"There wasn't even a courtesan or anything like that up there?"

Zhu Baoyue smiled and shook her head, "I rarely see entertainers on stage, but I often hear the sounds of string and wind instruments. I suppose they are the entertainers kept by the Prince's mansion."

“It doesn’t matter. If he associates with you, Miss Baoyue, he will know that there are good people in this world.” After saying that, he took a few sips of tea and then picked up a piece of plain rice pastry to taste. “Baoyue, do you have any plans for the future? This world is full of hurtful and heart-wrenching things, and it’s not a place to stay for long.”

Zhu Baoyue lowered her eyes.

"I was born with a lowly fate. Where can I go if I leave here?"

"actually--"

Jin Fuyun wanted to speak, but then felt it was inappropriate, so she stopped. However, the maid who was tending the tea stove for Zhu Baoyue and the other girl overheard this and knelt down in front of Jin Fuyun with a thud. "Young lady, you are the most compassionate. Why don't you show our young lady a way out? Thinking about how she is getting older every day, if she really has to spend her whole life in this world, this old servant thinks it's not a good thing—"

As people age and lose their beauty, how can the Full Moon Pavilion continue to operate?

The key issue is that Zhu Baoyue isn't considering selling some pretty young slaves to support herself. If she doesn't have a young and delicate girl to support her, the Manyue Tower will eventually have to close down.

"Oh, get up quickly. I am, after all, just a woman, short-sighted. I think Baoyue is already twenty years old, a perfectly good age. Why not find her a husband—"

It's better to be someone's concubine than to be a lowly person for life.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Baoyue's mother slumped down and knelt down. "What the eldest daughter says is true, but my daughter... alas, it's hard to find a husband who is kind and righteous. There are quite a few poor men and thieves who are eyeing my daughter's little property. They coax and deceive her with sweet words. We, a widow and her orphan, can only be extremely careful, for fear that one wrong step will lead to utter ruin."

Jin Fuyun nodded slightly.

"Of course we should be careful. Actually, in my heart, Ji Zhang is a kind and loyal young man. He has always valued you. Why don't you—"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Baoyue immediately knelt down and repeatedly said that she dared not.

“The young mistress is very righteous and saved the young master. Even if I were blind, I would not dare to cause trouble for the young mistress.”

A look of regret appeared on Jin Fuyun's face.

"It's such a pity. Looking around, Ji Zhang is a perfect husband. If his young mistress weren't so jealous, what's wrong with having one or two concubines?"

Zhu Baoyue didn't dare to look up, but Jin Fuyun could still sense her fear.

“The young mistress has been very kind to me. She doesn’t like someone like me associating with the fourth young master, so I will obey her. The eldest young lady is very grateful for my good intentions, but this lowly life of a courtesan… well, never mind.”

Jin Fuyun helped her up and said some comforting words.

Looking over again, she saw that Zhu Baoyue's foster mother's eyes lit up. She remained calm and suppressed the matter until evening, when the sunset painted the Manyuelou and the half of the river in front of it. The Manyuelou, which had been quiet all day, finally welcomed guests.

Pei An arrived as promised.

Dressed in official robes, exuding a refined and scholarly air, the way he dismounted caused Jin Fuyun, who was inside the gate, to feel a pang of heartache.

Zhu Baoyue stood by the door, curtsied, and greeted him. Pei An said, "Miss Baoyue, you are too polite," and asked, "Where is Qin Erlang?"

Before Zhu Baoyue could speak, Jin Fuyun slipped out from inside the door.

"He's probably still angry with me. The invitation I sent was returned. Ji Zhang, I only ask that you act as a go-between for us, and allow me to apologize to him."

Pei An paused slightly, "...Never mind, let's talk about it after we've entered the sect."

Little did they know that someone had already seen the painted boat moored on the river in front of Manyue Tower clearly from the bow. As soon as the gate of Manyue Tower closed, that person slipped into the cabin of the painted boat. Inside the luxuriously decorated boat, He Jiang was embracing Song You'an, laughing and drinking.

He forced Song Youan to drink the wine through his mouth, and made her drink several cups.

Finally, he choked and started coughing. He Jiang quickly helped him sit up straight and gently patted his back, saying, "Why are you so delicate? You choke even after eating a few more bites—"

A maid was already kneeling in front of her, holding a spittoon to catch the wine that Song Youan vomited.

He coughed until his face turned red, and He Jiang felt both sorry for him and amused. "Are you disgusted with me?" He then sent someone to bring warm honey water and coaxed Song Youan to drink half a cup, which slowly stopped Song Youan's disheveled state.

"You bastard, if you keep coughing like this, I'm going to lose my voice."

"No, my darling, it's just this year's new wine, it won't hurt you much." She coaxed her lover to calm down before asking the person who entered, "What is it?"

The man bowed and reported, "Your Highness, the fourth young master of the Pei family has arrived, and the eldest young lady has come out to greet him personally."

Before he could finish speaking, He Jiang smashed the cup, yelling, "You bitch!"

The falling cups and saucers clattered and ruined several dishes of food on the table. Song Youan scoffed, "Jealous? If so, don't ruin my food."

He was angry, but He Jiang couldn't care less about him at the moment. He held him in his arms and looked at the attendant who had come in. "Guijiang, is it just the two of them?"

"Only Young Master Pei entered; Young Master Qin was not seen."

He Jiang sneered, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, making him look less alluring than a foreigner and more menacing.

"Everyone praises Jin Fuyun for her gentle and virtuous nature, and her quiet and dignified demeanor. She pretends to be kind and gentle in front of the Empress Dowager, but now it seems that she is really a vile and lewd woman. If I hadn't lost my first wife, how could I have discussed marriage with her!"

You think you're worthy?!

He Jiang continued to hurl insults, which annoyed Song Youan greatly. He turned his head, picked up a wine pot, poured wine, and suddenly poured a mouthful of it into He Jiang's mouth. "Getting angry hurts your liver. You yourself said she's a harlot, so why are you so angry? If you marry her later, and you really find her disgusting, then just don't touch her."

"Not touching her? That's unacceptable. Even if you're my darling, you have to think about me. The woman I married isn't her; she's clearly a general and a princess. It's disgusting to think about, but how can I not touch her? Not only do I have to touch her, but I also have to bear her children."