Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

When Changqing woke up, more than half a month had passed.

No one knew what method Ye Fuheng used, but no one investigated the poisoning. They only said that someone bribed the servants in the mansion to poison the wine.

"Miss, you finally woke up." Qiuqiu pushed open the door and saw Changqing getting out of bed. She was so surprised and happy that she stood there in a daze, with tears streaming down her face as if they had broken off the string.

Seeing Qiuqiu's tearful eyes, Changqing's heart softened slightly, and he said, "Well, is there anything to eat?"

Qiuqiu sniffed and said in a buzzing voice, "Yes, yes, I'll get it right away. There are some in the kitchen, all of which are Miss's favorite foods."

Ever since Chang Qing fell unconscious, Ye Fuheng had the kitchen prepare her favorite meals, just in case she woke up and wanted to eat.

Ye Fuheng also received the news and put down the government affairs in his hands, leaving everyone in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.

"The princess has finally woken up. Now we don't have to live in fear every day."

Xiwang looked relaxed. For the past half month, the entire palace had been shrouded in an extremely depressing atmosphere, and even the servants in the palace had to be cautious.

Not to mention that there is a prince who seems to be ready to chop people with a knife at any time. The torture is almost enough to make people collapse, especially the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau, who all have sad faces and sigh, and live every day as if it were the last day of their lives.

"I think that woman cannot stay with the master. If her sword had been a little off, the master would have died."

Bei Luo, who was standing aside, was carelessly wiping the sword in his hand. After hearing this, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the sword in his hand pointed directly at the person who spoke.

"Qixiang, if you don't want to die, you'd better shut up. We can't comment on what the princess and the master are like. If this kind of talk gets to the master's ears, no one can protect you."

It is true that they are Ye Fuheng's confidants, but if they touch the person who lives in Yueshui Pavilion, the master may not show mercy even if a god comes.

Qixiang put down the teacup in her hand, looked at the tip of the sword less than half an inch away from her, glanced at Beiluo thoughtfully, and said provocatively: "So what? She is a disaster if she stays with the master. The matter in the northwest was about to be resolved, but because she hurt the master, we lost time and had to run back and forth, being controlled by others everywhere."

She didn't think Beiluo would dare to attack her.

Bei Luo's expression remained unchanged, he just moved his hand slightly, and the tip of the sword gently scratched Qi Xiang's skin. Blood beads rushed out and flowed along the fair skin into the clothes.

Qixiang's face changed, she reached out her hand to touch it, her hands were covered in blood, she looked at Beiluo in disbelief.

"Bei Luo, are you crazy?"

Bei Luo put away his sword, took out a handkerchief to wipe it dry, and then looked at Qi Xiang coldly: "After being a courtesan for several years, you have been pursued by all kinds of men, and you are used to hearing lies, so you have forgotten your own identity. What happened today is a small punishment and a big warning. If you dare to touch the princess, I will peel off this layer of skin from you."

"Qixiang, if you don't believe me, you can try. After all, you are familiar with my skinning skills."

After watching Beiluo leave lightly, Qixiang was almost mad with rage. She was originally from a good family, but her family suffered a misfortune and she fell into prostitution.

This is the pain in Yi Qixiang's heart.

Now that it was torn apart by Bei Luo so casually, she felt as if her heart was pierced by needles. What was so good about that courtesan? Who would be willing to flatter those men hypocritically and endure the disgust?

It is said that the young men of Wuling are vying for hair binding, and there are countless red branches for one song. But in the eyes of those people, I am just a brothel girl, just a plaything for them to entertain themselves.

Although I didn't receive any customers, it was inevitable that people would take advantage of me in that kind of place.

She also envied Bei Luo for not having a good-looking face. Although she was risking her life to complete the mission, she didn't have to look at those disgusting things. In that brothel where all kinds of people mixed together, she had seen a lot of human fickleness and the cruelty of the world.

I saw the proud scholar and the lady in the building promising to grow old together, but in the end, his success in the imperial examination was only rewarded with a pair of jade arms that thousands of people have rested on, and a single red lips that tens of thousands of people have tasted.

I also saw poets who missed their deceased wives, staying overnight in brothels, hugging the women's slender waists and writing all kinds of affectionate poems that became famous throughout the world.

Haha, how ironic, really ironic.

Qixiang closed her eyes and put those scenes from her mind. When she opened her eyes again, she had turned into that charming courtesan again, with charming eyes and seductive red lips, like a bewitching enchantress.

"Humph, Beiluo is just jealous that I am more attractive than her. She is almost an old maid, but she is still a virgin. She will never get married. I won't bother with her."

Xiwang tilted his head to look at her and asked doubtfully, "But Qixiang, aren't you the same?"

"You are the only one who is troublesome." Qixiang was a little angry.

Xiwang immediately shut up and dared not speak anymore.

He felt a little aggrieved. Why was he so fierce? It was the fact. He wanted to open his mouth and quibble several times, but seeing the murderous look in Qixiang's sideways gaze, he shrank his neck and looked at the information of the assassination target in his hand honestly.

Xiwang said that he was just a killer without emotions.

At this time, Nan'an said to Qixiang: "Qixiang, Beiluo is right. Don't bother the princess. I don't want to use all my torture methods on you one day."

He paused and continued, "Even if you haven't done anything yet, once this gets to the master's ears, you'll be doomed. You've been in Yanzhi Tower, so you don't know much, but I can tell you for sure that once someone wants her to leave the master, the master will do anything."

"This person, even she herself, can't do it."

Nan'an remembered very clearly that on the day of her wedding, when she escaped and was caught, her master was so angry that he almost killed her.

Nan'an had never seen Ye Fuheng so out of control.

He said all this for Qixiang's own good. They had known each other for several years and still had some affection for each other. That was all he had to say. As for what Qixiang wanted to do, it was none of his business.

After listening to Nan'an, Qixiang's expression remained unchanged, but her fingers unconsciously stroked her neck. The wound was not deep, just a scratch.

After a while, she complained, "I have a performance tonight. Now that my face is disfigured, how am I going to face the guests?"

Xiwang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Lin can't come tonight. He is probably hiding at home crying now."

"Hmm?" Qi Xiang looked at him in confusion: "Did something happen? Yesterday he asked me to play the piano and accompany him for drinks."

"I went to Yanzhi Tower to look for you last night, and I happened to see that Master Lin harassing you. He then talked nonsense to others and planned to drug you tonight. After Beiluo and I heard about it, we sneaked into his house and taught him a lesson. You probably won't see him for a few months."

The smile on Qixiang's face was more sincere. She was really fed up with that Master Lin. He relied on his family's power to bully men and women. He had so many beautiful wives and concubines at home that she didn't know how many there were.