The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

Lu Weiyuan's words without any emotion echoed in Mi Nian's heart. She clenched her hands tightly and tightly, and finally lowered her head and replied softly: "Yes."

Her mood instantly became very low after the excitement. Lu Weiyuan looked at her deeply, and a feeling somewhat like helplessness arose in her heart. This feeling was so novel that she felt that things became more interesting.

The survivors at the bottom of the lake gathered around them.

A low cry came from nowhere and quickly spread to the whole crowd.

Lu Weiyuan saw that the overly obedient young girls he met when he came in did not join them. They were the youngest, but also had the calmest expressions - if you didn't look into their eyes.

"Are you afraid of death?" Lu Weiyuan walked up to the group of girls and asked.

The leading girl had a pair of very beautiful peach blossom eyes. She looked at Lu Weiyuan timidly with a flattering smile on her face: "I am afraid of death."

Although she said she was afraid, her voice was not trembling at all. It was beautiful and charming. She didn't sound like she was expressing her fear. Instead, she sounded like she was flirting with someone regardless of the occasion.

But Lu Weiyuan could clearly see her fear.

She was so scared that she was about to cry, but her beautiful peach blossom eyes had forgotten how to cry normally.

"I don't want to die." The smile on the girl's face became more and more gentle.

Lu Weiyuan blinked: "I understand. Don't worry, I will save you and won't let you die."

Her voice was reliable, and her expression was no longer as frivolous and disdainful as before. As she spoke, an invisible force spread along with her voice, and a crack filled with sadness appeared on the girl's timid smile.

After leaving these words, Lu Weiyuan walked away from the group of girls and turned to look at a few older Hua girls.

These flower girls were the ones who had been crying at the beginning. They were dressed differently, but their expressions and movements were much more lively than those of the little girls before. One of them stopped crying immediately when she saw Lu Weiyuan coming towards her and the others, and she did not forget to push her companion who was immersed in fear.

When Hua Niang wanted to kneel down, Lu Weiyuan pulled her up and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Who wouldn't be afraid?" Hua Niang smiled bitterly, her whole body trembling with every breath she took. "My lord, do you think those...those kids are weird?"

This Hua Niang looked to be in her twenties or thirties, which was not considered young. Her pink dress showed off her well-proportioned body. The flower ornaments painted between her eyebrows could not hide the trace of sorrow carved on her by the years.

"They... were deliberately taught to be like this." Hua Niang bit her lip as she trembled, and instinctively turned around to look at the men gathered together - there were also quite a few men among the survivors, some of whom were dressed in bright clothes, petite and thin, with either gorgeous or childish faces. They were the young prostitutes in the brothels; the others were pimps and thugs, and they were also the ones who clung to each other the closest.

The leader had a pointed face and wore a brown brocade robe and a melon-shaped hat on his head.

Seeing Hua Niang looking at her, the man in the melon-shaped hat habitually widened his eyes and glared at her fiercely, then suddenly froze and gave a flattering smile to Lu Weiyuan who was also looking at him.

Lu Weiyuan frowned and looked at Hua Niang again.

Hua Niang took a deep breath and shrank in her direction: "My dear, the business that is done most here is men's business. Many of them... want both women and men. In order to... in order to please them, the manager here has come up with many different tricks than those outside."

"They... call the young prostitutes here 'female slaves'. When they are in the mood to play, they ask the young prostitutes to dress up as women and call each other 'husband and wife', just like children playing house, with a husband, a wife, and... children."

"But..." Hua Niang choked.

The old man on the other side interrupted anxiously: "After all, men can't have children..."

So the matter is very clear.

Those men who play "husband and wife" games with young prostitutes and call them "female slaves" need a "perfect" family, so in addition to their "male wives", they find a tool that can give birth to offspring to make their "family" complete enough.

These tools must be beautiful enough, obedient enough, and not pose any threat to their families.

"We have no other choice. The nobles above just want to play like this..." The old man's eyes rolled around, "These little girls have given birth to children for the nobles, so they can no longer receive other guests. Instead, they have to take good care of the children. If the 'Madam' gets 'pregnant' again, they have to be prepared..."

"You farted!" a flower girl screamed.

This Hua Niang's face was full of tears, and there was a bruise on her forehead, because she accidentally fell while running for her life. "What do you mean by take good care of me? How dare you, a black-hearted and rotten-hearted person, say such a thing!"

Her expression was completely broken. If the person next to her hadn't reached out and held her tightly, she would have rushed forward and fought with the turtle without caring about anything.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, her daughter was chosen to bear a child for the 'female slave', but she was too young and died of a difficult birth, so she..." The companion of the flower lady anxiously explained to Lu Weiyuan, "She didn't mean to lose her composure."

Lu Weiyuan's eyes became calmer and calmer: "It's okay, in fact, you can just let her go. It's natural for a mother to love her daughter. Girl, if you have the opportunity and the ability, what do you want to do?"

The collapsed Hua Niang was stunned when she heard this, and suddenly she burst into tears: "Bao'er, my Bao'er... It's my fault, I shouldn't have given birth to you in such a place, I hate you so much... I wish I could bite off the flesh of those bastards one by one!!"

Her companion met Lu Weiyuan's still calm eyes and felt timid in her heart: "My dear, she didn't intend to give birth to the guest's child. It was... someone who liked... the pregnant person... forced her to keep the fetus. Most of these children can't be born, but she gave birth to it anyway. I... she didn't mean it. She really loves Baoer, but..."

The prostitutes spoke incoherently, fearing that Lu Weiyuan would think that they, as prostitutes of a brothel, dared to give birth to children who were destined to repeat the same tragic fate as themselves, and therefore were not qualified to be mothers.

"I know." Lu Weiyuan smiled gently and said, "I understand. Don't be afraid. I am indeed angry, but I am not angry with you."