Reborn to be a mistress, she went crazy killing the legitimate daughter

This time, Shen Yiran dressed up as a man and walked inside very calmly.

Hong Xiuzhao’s building is the tallest, with three floors. In Kyoto city, the ability to build a three-story building shows that the power behind it is very strong.

Thanks to Song Qizhao, Shen Yiran, a frequent visitor here, knows everything about this place.

Officials from the Ministry of Works who were in charge of supervising the construction of houses and musicians from the Ministry of Rites could come here for free.

Everyone knows that Marquis Yongyi is a romantic man with many wives and concubines. If you want to find out the inside story, you have to find someone from the Ministry of Rites.

Shen Yiran walked in and took a casual look, and saw people from the Ministry of Rites gathered in a corner of the lobby drinking, surrounded by singing girls and four kinds of musical instruments.

They were reviewing and revising the music while drinking.

"Oh, the young master is really handsome! But it's still early now, and the girls are not ready yet!"

The madam came around from behind and looked Shen Yiran up and down.

The madams always liked wealthy strangers, which showed that the brothel business still had room for growth.

Shen Yiran shook his head slightly to the music over there: "Can I come over?"

The madam looked over there, then looked at Shen Yiran and could only smile and said, "Young Master must be someone who understands music. I think the music officials will welcome you, so why don't you go over and listen?"

As she spoke, the madam came closer and kept teasing Shen Yiran with her seductive eyes.

Shen Yiran ignored him and went straight over to greet him, saying, "I am not talented, but after listening to the music just now, I felt that it was lacking. Can you give me some suggestions for revision?"

Several musicians were already half drunk. After hearing this, they laughed together. They looked at Shen Yiran and felt that he was not looking for trouble, so they said, "Why don't you try it?"

Shen Yiran sat next to the guqin and motioned the woman holding the pipa, flute and striking the chimes next to her to continue.

Shen Yiran, who was playing the guqin, was supposed to start the song as soon as it began, but she stayed still and directed the woman who was striking the chimes: "You start first."

The prostitute who was striking the chimes immediately smiled and turned around to strike again. When the ethereal sound of the chimes rang out, Shen Yiran turned around and pointed at the pipa: "You start, the tune can be a little faster."

After making some adjustments, the Pipa girl immediately began to play.

With just this slight change, the music immediately changed from being soft and gentle to having depth and rhythm, making it more attractive than before.

"The pipa can slow down, it's time for the guqin."

Shen Yiran played as he spoke, and the arrangement of the guqin became more ups and downs. Finally, when it reached the climax, Shen Yiran directed the flute and chimes to play together. After a while, the four instruments joined in.

At this time, the guqin is the main instrument, with other instruments serving as supplementary instruments.

A piece of music immediately becomes alive after she makes some changes to it.

The madam was amazed at the narration, and when the performance was over, she immediately applauded: "Good!"

Shen Yiran smiled and said, "The arrangements made by the gentlemen are more elegant, but I thought that this is Hongxiu Zhao, and the guests who come here probably won't pay attention to these elegant music, so I added some arrangements to make the music a little more noisy."

Several music officials looked at each other and stood up to salute Shen Yiran: "This young master has composed a great piece!"

Shen Yiran easily blended in with them.

When the guests arrived, the madam immediately called the girls who were playing the instruments over to prepare: "Do you remember the tune just now? Play that one!"

Soon the guests filled the Red Mansion, and the sound of all kinds of conversations was noisy, but many of the literati and scholars present noticed the music and turned their heads to look at the performance.

The madam stood on the second floor and said happily: "Customers have always been interested in dancing. I didn't expect that I could attract customers with music today. I must keep this person!"

The madam looked over at Shen Yiran. Several people were sitting together drinking and chatting happily.

Shen Yiran carefully and unobtrusively directed the topic to Marquis Yongyi.

"It's hard to tell you my identity, but I had a great time meeting a few friends, so I will only reveal one thing to you. I am an illegitimate child, and my father lives in the black mansion in Wuyi Lane."

When the musicians heard it, they all understood.

Isn’t the black mansion in Wuyi Lane the residence of Marquis Yongyi?

Shen Yiran shook his head and pretended to be sad: "I don't know how many people in this world are my brothers and sisters, alas."

Seeing that Shen Yiran was frank and spoke from the heart, several musicians came closer and told him everything they knew.

But Wang Miao was not there.

"I heard that there is also my father's child among those preparing for the martial arts exam, but I don't know who it is."

Several music officials looked at each other, and three of them looked at another and said, "Didn't you just go to Yannan?"

Isn’t the land of southern Yan where the Langya clan is located?

Shen Yiran immediately perked up and waited for the answer.

The musician nodded, his drunken eyes half-narrowed, but he still said what Shen Yiran wanted to hear.

"Wang Youwei, the young daughter of Wang Clan of Langya, sent her child to Kyoto not long ago. I heard that Wang Youwei sent a handwritten letter to the mansion of Marquis Yongyi, probably asking him to take care of her son."

"That's it..."

"I don't know how you knew that?"

In response to Shen Yiran's question, several musicians laughed.

"His Royal Highness said it himself. He seemed to dislike Wang Youwei's son Wang Miao, so he said a lot of bad things behind his back. Anyway, his intention was to ruin Wang Miao's reputation. Even if Wang Miao passed the exam, it would all be his father's credit."

So the truth is, Fang Tongzhi, Marquis of Yongyi, wanted to take care of his own son.

That's true. If Wang Miao can become the top martial arts champion, his future will undoubtedly be that of a general.

If he makes military achievements, he can be granted a title of nobility like Bo Jinnian.

The Wang family of Langya probably also placed their hopes on Wang Miao.

This overall situation can only unfold in this way.

After confirming this information, Shen Yiran wanted to find an opportunity to slip away.

Unexpectedly, a musician suddenly pulled Shen Yiran's sleeve and said, "Look, the prince is coming."

When Shen Yiran heard this, he turned around and looked over immediately. As expected, he saw Fang Yonghao standing next to the madam, followed by several people, including Song Qizhao.

Song Qizhao was like a servant of Fang Yonghao. As they walked up the stairs, they heard Fang Yonghao say, "Where's the oiran? Ask her to accompany me."

The madam immediately smiled and said, "Xue'er has been waiting for His Royal Highness, and I haven't let her receive any guests. I'll call her over right away."

Shen Yiran stared at Song Qizhao the whole way. He used to be thin and now he has lost his bearing and looks quite wretched.

I didn't expect Song Qizhao to become such a person.

"I dare not be with His Royal Highness. If it gets awkward, brothers, I will leave first."

"That's true. Go ahead and remember to come find us again."