The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Downstairs, the sound of zither and harp accompanied the dance steps. As the song came to an end, when the spectators were clamoring to see the beauty, the madam smiled at the side and tried to appease these excited guests, giving the courtesan a chance to leave.

"Hey, why are you leaving? Come back! Keep dancing, I haven't seen enough!" Among the crowd, a young man in brocade robe was shouting the loudest. He took out silver from the pouch on his waist and threw it onto the stage with a lavish manner. He even tried to walk onto the stage to stop the beautiful figure behind the gauze curtain.

"Oh, sir, thank you for your reward. This year, the rules of Fufanglou will be changed. On the first night of the Oiran He Lu, only those who pay the highest price can see her." The madam bent down to pick up the silver, smiling from ear to ear.

"What do you mean? You don't allow me to look at the appearance. If you give me an ugly one in Fufanglou, what will happen?" After hearing what the madam said, some people were dissatisfied immediately, and then more people responded.

Faced with the displeasure of her patrons, the madam remained calm and called out "He Lu" at the top of her voice.

The window on the second floor opened, and a woman with a veil on her face leaned out. Her temperament, like a lotus flower after the rain, instantly suppressed the dissatisfaction of the guests.

"How could our He Lu be ugly? You are joking, sir. Are you satisfied? If you want to spend a good night with me, you need to..." The madam waved her hand with a smile, and then turned to look at the young man in brocade clothes at the front of the crowd, hinting.

"Don't you just want money? I have plenty of it. Here, take me to see the beauty! I'll keep her!" Staring at the empty window on the second floor, the young man was persuaded and took out all the silver in his waist bag.

Upstairs, the courtesan He Lu avoided the crowd, quietly walked to the third floor, and knocked on a door.

The door of the room was opened from the inside, and she walked in slowly and lightly, kneeling down and bowing deeply to the person on the couch.

"Are you not leaving yet?" Lying on the couch, You Mu turned the wine glass and glanced at the woman who had suddenly visited.

According to the original plan, the woman should have already left Kyoto in a carriage by now.

"I am a commoner, and I have come specially to thank Your Highness." He Lu did not dare to look up, but just lowered her eyes to stare at the corner of the gorgeous robe, wanting to imprint the brocade cloud embroidery pattern in her heart.

If it weren't for Your Highness, this Fufang Tower would have been He Lu's burial place.

She was seriously ill that day, and was given a chance to survive thanks to His Highness's secret treatment.

Even though there was Sister Liu's pleading, when she was waiting to die in the woodshed that day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pushed the door open and a ray of golden sunlight shone on her skinny hands. He seemed like a god descending from heaven.

He Lu would never forget the life-saving grace. Even if His Highness had not considered her future, she would still agree to today's plan without hesitation.

"Go."

"……Yes."

Although her voice was usually emotionless, He Lu listened attentively. After bowing, she bowed her head and left the room, turning around and going downstairs through the side door.

Everyone in the outside world has spread rumors that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is bloodthirsty, but to He Lu, His Royal Highness is actually a very kind person.

If he didn't have a kind heart, how could he have wasted his energy in the careful planning, protecting her from others, and finding a way for her to escape and fly away?

As He Lu walked away, a dispute broke out downstairs.

The other guests were naturally dissatisfied with the unruly behavior of the man in brocade robes. However, most of them were concerned about his identity and did not dare to offend him. They only complained quietly, but there was one person who pushed through the crowd and walked out to argue with him.

"Jiang Xiangzhi, this is not your Jiang residence, can you please follow some rules? Can't you see what's written on the wooden sign? If you always dominate Miss Helu like this, what should others do?"

"Xu Sanlang, if you are jealous of my wealth, just tell me. If you ask, I might even take you to see Miss Helu."

In the court, the two men's fathers competed with each other. Outside the court, whenever the two officials' sons met, they would quarrel.

"I am jealous of you? What am I jealous of? Am I jealous of your father who embezzled disaster relief funds from the imperial court?" Xu Sanlang's words were quite poisonous, and his words went straight to Jiang Xiangzhi's lifeblood.

Young Master Jiang naturally couldn't swallow this tone, and he immediately refuted it: "You have no evidence, don't slander me, either produce evidence and be honest, or kneel down and apologize to me now!"

"How do you know I don't have any proof?" Xu Sanlang swore confidently. He looked at the furious Mr. Jiang, smiled smugly, and turned to leave.

"Stop right there! Stop right there!"

Seeing Xu Sanlang like this, Mr. Jiang became suspicious, and seeing that the other party was about to leave, he naturally tried to stop him.

During the tug of war, the pushing and shoving turned into beatings, and then there was chaos downstairs. The madam screamed in fear, and the guests downstairs dodged everywhere but did not dare to stop it.

In the end, someone reported it to the police, and the police came to separate the two, and the matter was finally settled.

In the past, the police would have naturally "invited" the men back for a thorough interrogation, but the two were high-ranking officials and sons of nobles, and the low-ranking officials could not afford to offend them, so they turned a blind eye and released the men.

After watching a farce upstairs, You Mu stood up, straightened his sleeves, and went downstairs with Jiang Feng.

The night road was dark. Xu Sanlang straightened his wrinkled clothes, sneered at Jiang Xiangzhi in a defiant manner, and then walked home along the street.

After all this commotion, the money he invested was wasted and the chance to meet the courtesan was also interrupted. Jiang Xiangzhi was naturally dissatisfied. Seeing Xu Sanlang's increasingly unfriendly expression, he hesitated for a while and followed Xu Sanlang into the streets.

Behind him, Jiang Feng sneaked away in the cover of night...

The clouds dissipated, the thick ink hanging in the sky loosened, and the sky suddenly brightened.

It's a new day again. From court officials to ordinary people, everyone is busy with their own things. But in this boring day, there is something slightly different.

A major incident occurred in Kyoto. Xu Sanlang, the son of Chief Censor, died in the streets of a busy city.

At dawn, the night watchman walked through the streets and found a body lying on the snow, which had already been frozen. He went to check and was horrified.

This then led to the dispute between the two officials' sons in Fufang Tower last night.

When Lord Jiang received the news, his rebellious son was still hungover. Before he could wake up his eldest son and ask him about the situation, another murder occurred in Fufang Tower.

The courtesan named He Lu hanged herself in her room. Letters were scattered at her feet, all accusing Mr. Jiang of various crimes, which was shocking.

In just one morning, everyone in Kyoto knew that Master Jiang had abused prostitutes to the point that the most popular woman in the brothel committed suicide out of desperation.

With two lives lost, Jiang Xiangzhi naturally could not escape imprisonment.

The incident caused a sensation, and those officials who had heard the news and had previously been on good terms with Mr. Jiang kept silent, fearing that they would be implicated.

This matter was reported to the emperor. At the morning court, the Chief Censor, who was suffering from the pain of losing his son, reported to the Minister of Finance Jiang in front of all the court officials, and sternly demanded that the emperor take charge of the matter and sentence his son Jiang Xiangzhi to death.

They even dug up a disaster relief corruption case from many years ago, bluntly stating that the Minister of Revenue abused his power for personal gain and accepted stolen money for several years.

The Emperor was troubled and had a headache, so he handed the matter over to Yan Weiqing to handle it. He left the court early on the pretext of something and hid in the harem.

The death of Xu Sanlang caused great sorrow among the people of Kyoto, but the life of the prostitute seemed to have only added something worth talking about for the people of Kyoto. They did not think that a human life was precious, but instead talked about the romantic history of Mr. Jiang.

Compared to the bustle of Kyoto, the East Palace is much quieter and quieter.