Translator: CinderTL
"So it's young master Yang Yu. You're exceptionally handsome, a true dragon among men..."
Amidst the Madam's endless flattery, a beautiful woman emerged from the inner chamber.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, her face as radiant as a blooming flower, her eyes brimming with the gentle tenderness of autumn waters.
She wore a long, flowing gauze gown, with a matching bodice and underpants beneath.
As she walked, the waves of her chest rose and fell; her slender waist, easily spanned with one hand, and her snow-white, slender legs were barely visible beneath the thin fabric, leaving much to the imagination.
"Dong Xue greets young master," she said, slightly bowing to Song Wen. Her voice was as clear and melodious as a golden oriole's song.
Her gaze held a mixture of first-meeting shyness and reserve, along with tenderness and coquetry that captivated the heart.
Song Wen's eyes were instantly drawn to her.
The heat in his gaze seemed to pierce through her thin clothing.
"Excellent, excellent! Come closer, let this young master have a proper look."
Like a starving ghost in the realm of pleasure, Song Wen couldn't wait to taste her charms.
"Young master, why are you in such a hurry?"
Dong Xue took a few steps forward and sat opposite Song Wen on the low couch, separated by a low table.
She poured a glass of fine wine and presented it to Song Wen with both hands.
"This humble one offers a toast to you, young master."
As she leaned forward, a generous expanse of snow-white skin was revealed at her chest.
Song Wen didn't take the glass. Instead, he bent forward, bringing his mouth to the rim and inhaling deeply, swallowing the wine in one gulp.
As he did so, he licked the woman's soft, slender fingertips.
Dong Xue's face flushed with a delicate blush as she chided him playfully.
"Young master, you're so naughty."
"Naughty? I can be even naughtier."
A sinister smile played on Song Wen's lips. With a flash of movement, he suddenly appeared beside her, pulling her into his arms.
Seeing Song Wen's eagerness, the Madam's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Men, no matter how high their cultivation, couldn't escape the allure of this pleasure den.
"Young master, I won't disturb your enjoyment any further. I'll take my leave now."
Song Wen's face was already buried in Dong Xue's ample bosom, eliciting a burst of laughter from her.
He waved his hand dismissively, urging the Madam to leave quickly.
She moved aside, exited the room, and closed the door behind her, activating the room's Spirit Sense-blocking Restriction.
Half a year later.
Elegant Music Pavilion.
Upon seeing Song Wen arrive, Madam Qing, the madam of the brothel, rushed forward with a fawning smile.
"Young Master Yang Yu, you've come. Both Xia Qing and Qiu Yue are free tonight. I wonder..."
Song Wen said, "Have them both come and keep me company."
"Of course, young master," Aunt Qing nodded and bowed, her face blooming like a chrysanthemum.
The "Yang Yu" before her was a true money god, and she had to treat him with the utmost care.
Ever since he first stepped into the Elegant Music Pavilion half a year ago, he had become a regular, visiting every few days and spending lavishly. Whenever the three top courtesans were available, he always chose them.
In just half a year, he had already squandered two or three hundred high-grade spirit stones at the pavilion.
"What about Dong Xue?" As if two beauties weren't enough, Song Wen asked about another top courtesan.
Aunt Qing replied, "Dong Xue is unwell and won't be able to serve you tonight, young master."
Song Wen asked with concern, "What's wrong with Dong Xue?"
Aunt Qing explained, "She's on her period."
Song Wen's body stiffened, and a look of disappointment crossed his face.
"That's truly unfortunate. The cultivators of Shangchu City all say Xia Qing is the most beautiful woman in your pavilion, but in my opinion, Dong Xue is even more stunning."
Aunt Qing said with a smile, "Young Master, your affection for Dong Xue and your special fondness for her are truly her good fortune."
Song Wen replied, "Tell her to rest well. I'll visit her again in a few days."
"This old woman will certainly pass on your message," Aunt Qing said, then asked, "Young Master, shall we go to Xia Qing's room on the fourth floor?"
Song Wen nodded. "Yes, let's go to the fourth floor."
A few dozen breaths later, Song Wen appeared in a private room on the fourth floor.
He reclined on a low couch, with a beautiful woman on each side, feeding him wine and delicacies.
As Song Wen enjoyed their service, his hands wandered restlessly, causing the women to blush and murmur in protest.
As time passed, their clothes gradually loosened and became disheveled, revealing more and more skin.
Just as the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly suggestive, the door suddenly burst open.
The one who had interrupted their pleasure was none other than Madam Aunt Qing.
Song Wen's expression darkened, his face etched with displeasure.
"Why have you barged in? You've ruined my mood!"
Aunt Qing bowed apologetically, her posture humble.
"Young Master Yang Yu, I truly didn't want to disturb you, but I had no choice. Second Young Master Jiang has arrived and specifically requested Xia Qing, Qiu Yue, and Dong Xue to accompany him. Dong Xue is unwell and has already gone. Xia Qing and Qiu Yue are likely to follow..."
As if fearing Song Wen wouldn't agree, she quickly added, "Rest assured, Young Master, all your expenses today will be waived. Furthermore, I will find two other girls for you."
At the mention of "Second Young Master Jiang," Song Wen's heart stirred slightly.
He had wasted so much time and spirit stones at the Elegant Music Pavilion precisely to wait for Jiang Yushan's appearance.
According to the information provided by Ye Bing, the Elegant Music Pavilion was Jiang Yushan's most frequent brothel, and Xia Qing, Qiu Yue, and Dong Xue were his favorite courtesans there.
Yet, after half a year of frequenting the brothel, he was finally meeting Jiang Yushan for the first time.
His mind raced with thoughts, but Song Wen's expression remained impassive.
He frowned slightly, his expression turning cautious.
"Second Young Master Jiang? Is that Second Young Master Jiang Yushan of the Jiang Family?"
Aunt Qing nodded. "Indeed."
Song Wen rose from the low couch, dressing as he spoke. "Since second young master Jiang has spoken, how could I refuse?"
Aunt Qing quickly expressed her gratitude. "Thank you, young master Yang Yu. Thank you..."
With that, she instructed Xia Qing and Qiu Yue to tidy their clothes and makeup, and they followed her out.
As the three were about to step out the door, Song Wen suddenly spoke.
"I'll come with you."
Aunt Qing was taken aback. "Young master Yang Yu, do you know second young master Jiang?"
Song Wen shook his head. "I've never met him, but I've long admired him. Since we've encountered him here today, how could I not pay my respects?"
Aunt Qing hesitated. "Young master Yang Yu, it might be inappropriate for you to go uninvited."
Song Wen said, "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll simply greet him at the door. If he doesn't wish to see me, I won't intrude further."
"Very well," Aunt Qing said with a somewhat resigned nod.
The four of them arrived at a private room on the ninth floor, the top floor, one after another.
The door to the private chamber stood wide open, revealing an exceptionally spacious and luxurious interior—clearly a space reserved for distinguished guests.
Jiang Yushan sat at a round table, surrounded by Dong Xue and several other graceful women.
Behind them, Jiang Shan and Jiang He stood like statues, completely ignoring the bevy of beautiful women before them.
(End of the Chapter)
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