I like money, but God likes me

When she arrived at Su Yue's table, she immediately put on a flattering smile, fearing that the two people in front of her wouldn't be able to feel her enthusiasm for service.

Su Yue felt that the corners of her mouth were about to reach behind her ears, but she didn't care.

"Do you have any special services?"

The madam's heart skipped a beat, as she naturally knew what special service this person was talking about, but the ancestor said that no matter who asked for any special service tonight, they would all refuse it.

"We are all geishas here, there are no special services."

If other guests listened to her words, they would definitely laugh out loud on the spot. After all, how could a place like this not have that kind of service? Without it, Xunfang Building would not be able to be in the position it is now.

But today the ancestor cleared the place, and the few guests around were also actors invited by the ancestor, so naturally no one would refute her words.

Su Yue looked around. There were a few scattered guests. No one paid attention to their conversation with the madam. They were all concentrating on the young ladies dancing in the stands.

She was a little surprised. She didn't expect that there were still brothels with geishas in ancient times. It really refreshed her understanding of brothels.

Not wanting to do anything exciting, they got tired of just watching the young lady dance for a while. The two decided to go back home. They felt that their trip today was as if they had never left. They had no idea that they had wasted so much time and had trouble. What is the purpose of the scene where a woman disguises herself as a man?

After the two of them completely disappeared from Xunfang Tower, Qiu Hanshuang slowly walked out from upstairs.

Seeing this, the old bustard quickly came over and saluted.

"Sir, do you think what the common people did just now is okay?"

She no longer expected the other party to give her money or anything, she just hoped that the other party would not let her turn into a corpse tomorrow.

Qiu Hanshuang could clearly see what had just happened while standing upstairs. The madam did a pretty good job, and since the other party had been very cooperative, she asked the secret guard to hand her a purse of silver.

The madam's originally flattering smile became much deeper.

"Oh, sir, if you have anything else to do from now on, just tell the common people, and the common people promise to cooperate."

Qiu Hanshuang didn't bother to look at her again and turned around to leave. In order to ensure that the little emperor would not see anything dirty, tonight she turned the entire brothel in the capital into a clean building where only geishas could watch dancing.

After she returned, she waited for the secret guards to confirm that the little emperor and the princess from the neighboring country would not go out tonight, and then asked the secret guards to inform the brothels that they could resume normal business.

Because the commotion was a bit loud, Qiu Hanshuang was worried that the little emperor would become suspicious tomorrow after hearing these things, so he ordered the secret guards to stay up late tonight to seal the silence. Those who obeyed would be given money to seal, and those who disobeyed would be chopped down directly.

By the way, he took the opportunity to kill a few of the regent's lackeys, intending to use this method to attract everyone's attention and topics.

The next morning, when the regent heard that several of his capable ministers were dead, he was so angry that his teeth itched. Even without thinking, he knew that all these tricks were done by the imperial master.

The regent, who went to the morning court with resentment, felt that today's Imperial Master was extremely unpleasant, and he could even ignore his face that looked like he was banishing an immortal.

Su Yong looked at the Imperial Preceptor below who was standing upright with a calm and indifferent expression, and then looked at the Regent sitting on the dragon chair. Compared with the Imperial Preceptor's calm and relaxed appearance, the resentment on the Regent's body was about to turn into reality. .

She didn't know what the two were arguing about behind her back, but looking at it now, it was obvious that Shard was the superior one.