Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

The most famous brothel in the capital is located outside Xiaoyaofang.

"Miss, are we really going to enter this brothel?"

Listening to the sound of stringed instruments and bamboo instruments coming from the brothel, Bi Yao became extremely nervous and tried to persuade the young lady to leave.

"Either follow me and don't say too much, or you go back by yourself." After saying that, she strode into the gate of Xiaoyaofang with big strides.

Bi Yao didn't dare to persuade her anymore. After making a gesture to the secret guards in the dark, she hurried in and followed closely behind Liu Qianyu.

In the private room on the top floor of Xiaoyaofang, smoke rises from the cloisonné enamel incense burner.

A young lady wearing a lavender gauze dress, with a graceful figure, skin as white as snow and a veil, pushed the door open and walked in.

She stepped forward gracefully and saluted, "My Lord."

Ye Lingxiao raised his eyes and asked calmly, "What do you want from me?"

Qin Xin took off her veil, revealing a beautiful face.

Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, her lips are as red as cherry blossoms, and her forehead is adorned with an exquisite silver pear blossom hairpin, which makes her even more stunning.

"I discovered something strange in the Left Prime Minister's residence, and Qin Xin came here specially to inform the prince."

The voice was so gentle and sweet that any ordinary man would feel half numb after hearing it.

"Speak." Ye Lingxiao poured himself a cup of tea without any emotion.

Seeing his indifferent look, Qin Xin lowered her eyes and suppressed her sadness.

She took out a secret letter from her sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"Sir, I found a list in the secret compartment of the left prime minister's study. I have seen two of the people on the list before. They came to the prime minister's house in person to give him a large sum of money. This is the list I copied."

Ye Lingxiao took the secret letter and quickly read it. "Well done. Next time you don't have to risk coming here. Just let the secret guard pass it on."

"Yes, I'll take my leave." Qin Xin turned around, her eyes moist, and smiled bitterly.

How could she not know the rule that one cannot meet easily unless it is an important matter?

She just wanted to take this opportunity to meet him.

At this time, An Yi rushed in.

"Sir, Miss Liu came to Xiaoyaofang disguised as a man, and just now... she also ordered two top performers."

Ye Lingxiao's face suddenly changed, and the secret letter in his hand slipped onto the table.

He stood up suddenly, without thinking too much, and strode out of the private room.

Qin Xin stood there in a daze, looking at Ye Lingxiao's hurriedly leaving back, feeling mixed emotions.

She had never seen her master lose his composure like this, let alone see him so frightened by anyone.

It turns out that no matter how unruly he appears to be, there is someone he cares about in his heart.

Ye Lingxiao walked through the bustling crowd and saw Liu Qianyu in men's clothes.

At this moment, she was hugging two women, laughing so hard that she was shaking with laughter, completely ignoring the eyes of others.

Ye Lingxiao was furious. He took a few steps forward, grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the beauty's arms.

"Come out with me!"

When Liu Qianyu saw Ye Lingxiao’s gloomy face, a smug smile appeared on her lips. She did not resist and let him pull her out of the private room.

The two walked through the corridor and headed towards the secluded back alley.

Liu Qianyu raised the corner of her mouth and said provocatively, "Hey, could it be that this Xiaoyaofang is opened by Prince Lingxiao? Why can you come to this brothel but I can't?"

Ye Lingxiao suddenly stopped and laughed angrily, "You still know this is a brothel? How can you, an unmarried woman, come to a place like this?"

"Of course I know. I came here just to see how beautiful the Oiran who made you linger is. But the result... is nothing special."

She curled her lips and acted disdainfully, "It's boring. I'd better go to the male prostitutes to have a look. Maybe the top male prostitute will be better looking."

After that, he turned around and left.

When Ye Lingxiao heard this, his face darkened. It was impossible to beat this little ancestor, but he couldn't bear to scold him either.

He stepped forward, lifted her onto his shoulders, and strode towards the carriage.

He put her in the carriage and told Bi Yao, "Send your young lady back!"

"I'm not going back." Liu Qianyu pretended to get off the car.

Ye Lingxiao quickly reached out to stop her from getting out of the car.

"If you dare to come to the brothel or the men's club again, I will let your uncle go to the scene and cry to you."

When Liu Qianyu thought of her uncle with red eyes and nagging, she stopped making a fuss.

She pouted and fiercely pulled down the curtain, "Biyao, let's go."

Ye Lingxiao looked at the little girl who was finally willing to leave, and smiled helplessly, "What an ancestor."

The carriage slowly drove away from Xiaoyaofang. Liu Qianyu sat in the carriage with a barely perceptible smile on her lips.

"Biyao, tell the driver to turn around and go to Xiaojin Garden."

Biyao knows Xiaojin Garden.

This is the manor that the Queen Mother gave to the prince on his childhood birthday.

The prince and the eldest daughter often go to the manor to play, which is their secret base.

"Miss, it's getting late. Let's go back to Qiluo Garden."

Then Bi Yao saw the look in the young lady's eyes and dared not to persuade her anymore.

She understood the lady's temper, so she had to respond, "Yes, Miss."

The carriage turned and headed towards the manor on the outskirts of the city.

As the night deepened, dark clouds gathered and a heavy rain seemed to be coming.

The secret guard followed silently in the dark, praying in his heart that nothing would happen.

An hour later, the carriage finally stopped at the gate of Xiaojin Garden.

When the guards saw that the person coming was Liu Qianyu, they were all stunned, and then hurriedly bowed and greeted her.

Although Miss Liu hasn't been here for a long time.

But they all knew that this little ancestor had been a prince since childhood, so how could they dare to stop him and just let him go.

When An, who had been following secretly, saw that they had arrived safely, he told the other secret guards to protect them well, and he hurried to report the news to the prince.

The maids on the manor were holding lanterns to provide lighting.

Liu Qianyu strolled in Xiaojin Garden and came to the small garden where they often played when they were children.

Surrounded by the familiar environment, Liu Qianyu seemed to have entered into a dreamlike life again.

Right in this garden.

It was a bright spring day, with catkins flying in the air. The pretty and innocent little girl smiled at the handsome young man.

We agreed to celebrate our birthdays together every year.

They agreed that he would marry her when she reached the age of 15.

When I raised my hand again, my face was wet. I couldn't tell whether it was tears or the raindrops that just flew by.

Perhaps it was the influence of spiritual consciousness, Liu Qianyu comforted herself.

"Miss, it's drizzling, let's go back." Bi Yao felt very distressed.

Liu Qianyu didn't answer, just stood there and waited.

A familiar figure hurried over. It was Ye Lingxiao.

His front body was soaked, obviously he had been riding fast in the rain.

When Ye Lingxiao saw Liu Qianyu standing there safe and sound, the anxiety in his heart was instantly replaced by worry.

"Why don't you go back to the house when it's raining? What if you get soaked?"

Liu Qianyu looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes, "I'm tired and don't want to leave. I want someone to carry me back."

There was a hint of coquettishness and grievance in her voice.

Ye Lingxiao was filled with sorrow after hearing this. Then, just like in the past, he bent down, carried her on his back, and walked quickly towards the yard.

In the dormitory, the flickering candlelight illuminated the blurry figures of two people.

Ye Lingxiao gently placed Liu Qianyu on the small couch and wiped the rain off her face with a cotton towel.

His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a rare treasure.