The flower girls' understanding put Mu Ge in a good mood. He accepted the wine cup handed over by the maiden in his arms, and boldly drank it again.
In the sack, He Cheng was miserably beaten by a group of courtesans. His resentment towards Mu Qingge reached an indescribable height.
The pain all over his body made him both fearful and hateful. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to endure this ordeal and find an opportunity for revenge in the future!
However, he didn't know that the show Mu Qingge arranged for him was far from over.
Eventually, He Cheng was beaten until he fainted again.
When he woke up once more, he had already been removed from the sack, lying naked on a bed in an unfamiliar room.
The pain throughout his body made He Cheng twitch his lips. He barely opened his eyes, which were swollen to slits, and saw a mirror placed next to his hand.
Without thinking about why he was here or why there was a mirror beside him. Instinctively, He Cheng picked up the mirror and looked at himself.
"Ah—!" A piercing scream echoed in the room.
He Cheng looked at the pigheaded face in the mirror and the bruises on his body, nearly collapsing. Was this him? Was this still the dashing and suave him?
"Lord, are you awake? If you are, we servants will come in to serve you." A voice, neither yin nor yang, came from outside.
Before He Cheng could react, a man with a sinister appearance entered with two ugly, burly men.
The leading effeminate man wore only an unbuttoned long gown, and the two following him had nothing but underwear.
That thing cast a menacing silhouette under their trousers.
He Cheng's eyes narrowed, a fear unprecedented surged in his heart. He hurriedly hugged himself, shouting as if he were a sullied maiden, "What do you want to do? Stay away! I'm a member of the He Family, and also belong to Prince Rui!"
Unfortunately, the three entering appeared indifferent and continued approaching him.
The leading man wore a smile at the corner of his lips but his eyes were full of disdain. He thought inwardly: The little lord was indeed right, this person would surely utter nonsense upon waking. In such a state, he still dared dream of Prince Rui.
"Lord, we are just here to serve you!" The man flicked a handkerchief reeking of cosmetics and instructed the two brutes, "Listen up, you two. This lord is a distinguished guest, use all your skills to entertain him well. If the lord is not satisfied, you'll pay the price."
Finished, he withdrew, leaving only the two strong men with flushed faces.
"What... what do you want to do? Get out, all of you, get out!" He Cheng cried out in terror.
But it had no effect whatsoever.
"Ah—!"
"You... vile beasts..."
"Mmm... mmm..."
He Cheng's voice was drowned out. The curtains surrounding the room swayed gently. Suddenly, with no warning, the curtains dropped abruptly.
The once enclosed room suddenly turned into an open pavilion.
All around the pavilion, numerous officials and dignitaries of Luodu sat.
Upon seeing the sordid scene before them, it instantly became deathly quiet. One by one, they widened their eyes, watching the ongoing debauchery in the pavilion.
The most shocking thing was that the three entangled individuals were all men!
This visual impact was immense; everyone needed a moment to process it.
Weren't they here to attend the Oiran's first night auction at the Flower Picking House tonight?
How could they witness such a scandalous scene? Could this be a prelude or a gimmick arranged by the Flower Picking House?
"Hey, one of them looks like He Cheng from the He Mansion!"
In the crowd, someone arranged by Mu Ge shouted timely. Instantly, curious glances fell upon the three men in the pavilion.
"Get away!" In his desperation, He Cheng finally erupted.
A deep red light emitted from his body, flinging the two men who were pressing down on him away.
Only then did he notice where he was and the crowd surrounding him.
"It's really Young Master He!"
Boom—!
Intense hatred and humiliation burst from He Cheng's eyes. Paying no mind to his exposed body, he directly met a pair of cold and emotionless eyes within the crowd with his gaze full of hatred.
Sitting among the crowd watching, Mu Ge met He Cheng's eyes fearlessly, lifted his wine cup, toasted him from afar, and drained it with a faint smile...
'He Cheng, do you like this gift I sent you? Don't worry, the matters between us will be settled slowly.'