42 The Boiling Hot Dewdrop on the Lotus Petal (1/2)

Chapter 42: The Boiling Hot Dewdrop on the Lotus Petal

Translator: TransnEditor: Transn

In the eyes of the lady and the personal maidservant, Xiaocao, Ning Que currently looked as though he was mesmerized by that full-figured lady and had turned into a foolish penguin who could not move an inch. The little maidservant became unhappy as she stared at the full-figured yet delicate-looking lady and said, ”Dewdrop, this is an order from Grandma, you dare to defy?”

Dewdrop was the current most popular lady in the House of Red-Sleeves. Though she did not manage to participate in the top courtesan contest for consecutive two years, she was very popular with men with her pretty little face and dew-like delicate fair skin. Even so, she dare not defy Mistress Jian's order. She rolled her eyes, giggled as she stepped forward and held Ning Que's hand. She said, ”Since it's an order from Grandma, I would definitely obey. It's just that I really adore this kid a lot, and especially love it when he blushes. Come, follow me to play in the courtyard.”

Naturally, Ning Que would not reject the offer as he allowed the lady to pull him by his hand along the small stream, through the flowers and trees, into the courtyard. The lady, who was following behind, chuckled yet did not stop them. However, that maidservant, Xiaocao, shouted, ”Grandma said no one is supposed to serve him!”

”Ah? Are you serious?”

Ning Que was taken aback as he turned his head around. In his heart, he was thinking if Mistress Jian had such a high authority and if words were to spread, would the brothels in the whole Chang'an city refuse to serve him anymore? If so, what should he do?

The maidservant, Xiaocao, looked at him complacently and said, ”Else what do you think Grandma means?”

Ning Que was speechless. Now he understood why the history books always said that the scary people were not the Emperor, but the eunuchs who gave the fake orders. At such thoughts, he could not help but feel depressed in his heart as he could understand the endless miseries they caused. Despite all these, he still felt a need to follow the popular lady, Dewdrop.

After they entered the courtyard, there were no fanciful happenings. Dewdrop folded her legs and sat on the couch as she ordered her maidservant to serve some fruits to Ning Que. Yet she herself was relaxingly enjoying the melon seeds as she kept questioning him about his meet-up with Mistress Jian, and the situation at the frontier fortress.

Ning Que was usually good with such talks. He had gained various experiences from talking in the inn at City of Wei and the casino in the military, which were great places for him to master his abilities to gauge people's mind. Tonight, he started off with a chat with Mistress Jian, then he was faced with the maidservant and now, a popular prostitute in the Chang'an city was right in front of him, but yet he was not afraid at all. He was casually enjoying the fruits while chatting with the prostitute, as though he were at his own home.

The purpose of him to chat with her was to obtain some information from her, and yet Dewdrop had not noticed it. With her finishing half a plate of her melon seeds, their conversation topics had switched from City of Wei to the Chang'an city, and the contents had changed from whether barbarians women were pretty to what kind of customers did they usually serve at House of Red-Sleeves, who got jealous easily and which customer's wife got jealous easily.

Though speaking of customers were against their ethnic policies, but honestly, this was what these ladies in the brothels enjoyed doing during their free time other than their usual dancing, singing, poetry and painting. Hence, Dewdrop did not suspect anything, instead, she was enjoying every moment of it.

Ning Que lowered his head to pick a fruit and appeared to pay no attention to the topics. He looked as if he was just casually asking and listening, but in fact, he was attentive to the details as he tried to filter the list of names he heard. Suddenly, his finger froze.

”I've never met someone who fears of his wife so much. He's an officer of Fourth or Fifth Rank, but yet he always had to dress up to pretend whenever he's here for fun. Despite being timid and useless, he's really a glib talker. No wonder he's known as the Silver Tongue Censor...”