"Last time I sent you one, there was some left, I will send you another one soon."
"Still some left..."
"Don't buy me new ones."
"In my little brother's heart, Mother is more important than me."
On the way from Yuejun Clothing Workshops to the Drunken Mist Pavilion, Mu Qingyue's heart was not comfortable.
She felt that the words her younger brother had just spoken were spontaneous, but it was precisely because they were spontaneous that she realized the weight of 'Mother' in his heart.
Why did she not give him the 'Mother'-style socks but gave them to his mother instead? Was it because the socks looked good on his mother or had she not considered giving them to him?
"Not enough."
Torn all the way, Mu Qingyue bit her lip. In the past, she had been behind, but now, her 'Mother' must be less important than herself.
"Mother only kissed the little brother, and I have already become familiar with his sword and indirectly tasted it. How can I compare with him?"
In her little brother's heart, 'Mother' is closer to him. However, physically, she is closer to her little brother.
This already counts as going beyond.
Thinking of this, Mu Qingyue's tense body gradually relaxed.
Pulling her hand, Lu Jin'an pretended to be curious about the buildings and people in the south of Jing'an City, while actually observing his sister's emotional changes along the way.
To make Master feel envious of Sister, one must make Sister's "offensive" nature make Master feel a sense of crisis.
Lu Jin'an turned his head and looked at Mu Qingyue: "Sister, I'm curious how you know so much."
"Curious about me."
Mu Qingyue squeezed his hand: "While in seclusion, I read some leisure books, and also overheard some conversations when Chunyu and others chatted. And..."
She turned her head in the same way, as if looking directly into Lu Jin'an's eyes: "Brother, I'm not stupid."
Lu Jin'an looked at the black cloth covering his sister's eyes and smiled, saying: "You said you were a bit stupid before."
Mu Qingyue directly lifted their hands that were intertwined, seemingly hinting at the earlier moment: "Brother, don't you like this?"
"A bit stimulating." Lu Jin'an did not deny it, thinking in his heart: You're not just 'not stupid', what normal person would think of a 'collar'?
It is also highly probable that it is like Zhu Nanzhi's, a natural personality.
Drawn his gaze back, and then looked around again.
Most of the brothels are located in this area of Jing'an City's south, so the sound of songbirds and other birds can be heard everywhere.
You can see that it's not just humans who come here, but also demons or other races - although the boundary between the two realms is vast, as long as there is no war, inter-racial trade is still allowed.
However, for outsiders to enter Jing'an City, they must obtain a pass issued by the City Lord's Mansion and show their basic characteristics as members of their race; otherwise, they are regarded as spies and executed on the spot.
Lu Jin'an casually looked a few times, and most of the outsiders here are demons, among whom there are more female demons with animal ears and tails.
The reason is also simple. Jing'an City has set up a lot of stringent requirements for male outsiders who want to visit the brothels, including but not limited to physical examination, personality, background investigation...
They aim to make sure it's not easy for anyone to freeload on the pleasures of Jing'an City.
After all, there are also female demons who are obtained through various means by humans in brothels, so avoiding outsiders from visiting can help maintain stability in the security.
Gradually, many male outsiders stopped coming to the south of the city because they found that even if they met all the requirements, the City Lord's Mansion would still find an excuse to hinder them.
Of course, you can argue against the unfair treatment by the City Lord's Mansion, but they don't give you any face either: The many brothels in Jing'an City can sustain their operations just with the consumption of humans. What's a little bit of spirit crystal from your race?
Gradually, fewer and fewer foreign races came to the south of the city to visit brothels, and most of them were internal friendly with humans from the same race, with a large majority being females.
In the memories Lu Jin'an heard ZHAO Shizhe mention, these female outsiders were not few and many of them came to learn how to open brothels.
"Do you like female demons?" Mu Qingyue asked suddenly.
"Hmm... it depends on the situation."
Mu Qingyue bit her lip: "Little brother is really popular."
The courtesans in the brothels on both sides of the street were looking at Lu Jin'an with fiery eyes, but not many dared to openly greet him, because Mu Jianxian was accompanying him.
"It's just that they eye the name of 'Master of Wandao Sect'." Lu Jin'an smiled indifferently: "Without this status, I am just a good-looking guest that they can go to the immortal mountain with, at best for free, and nothing more."
Mu Qingyue bit her lip: "Brother doesn't want to freeload at all?"
"Of course not." Lu Jin'an shook his head, lowering his voice: "At most, I just want to watch the dances, listen to the music. I have no intention of having an intimate relationship with any of these women, regardless of whether they are virgins or not."
"You think so." Lu Jin'an smiled: "As long as I stay in a certain courtesan's room for one night, regardless of whether or not I do anything, the next day she will raise her price."
"In this case, if the other party comes up with an argument like 'the path of trees shaded by the Master of Wandao Sect has been walked on', followed by others flocking to do the same, just thinking about it gives me goose bumps."
Pausing for a moment, he added, "Moreover, I'm not like Brother Zhao, not that desperate."
Mu Qingyue nodded: "We are all disciples of the Wandao Sect, and our treatment is so different."
"He comes too often." Lu Jin'an snorted: "As long as he doesn't come so frequently, the reputation of Brother Zhao will also be a hot customer."
Saying this, Lu Jin'an smiled wryly and shook his head. Brother Zhao is truly hungry.
"Brother is a delicious dish." Mu Qingyue said.
Lu Jin'an didn't say anything, and he held Mu Qingyue's hand to the entrance of the most popular Drunken Mist Pavilion.
The Drunken Mist Pavilion built by the lake has a huge flow of customers. Not only do the courtesans here have excellent singing, dancing, and playing skills, but they are also all cultivation disciples who have reached the realm of refining jade.
Beautiful people with good quality, the Drunken Mist Pavilion emphasizes the high-end route.
The madam at the gate, who had received the message from Zhao Shizai early on, spotted Lu Jin'an and Mu Qingyue as soon as they arrived and immediately went over to greet them.
She knew that Lu Jin'an would not come to this place to prostitute himself, but the Drunken Mist Pavilion is not just about prostitution. It also has dance music.
As long as Lu Jin'an watches a dance and listens to music, the price of the virgin courtesan will increase by a notch. More importantly, other competing businesses are bound to lose in the 'Who can have Master of Wandao Sect walk through their doors' betting game.
So, this high-quality customer needs to be taken care of.
The madam, who had good vision, did not entertain Lu Jin'an and Mu Qingyue in a usual flirtatious way, and did not say much. She led them towards the VIP seat where ZHAO Shizai was sitting.
Mu Qingyue probably doesn't like this noisy place and gets even closer to her younger brother.
Lu Jin'an examined the brothel for the first time while saying to the madam, "Take me to room number four of the Tian character."
"Mr. Lu, Xian of Mu, please follow me." The madam quickly led the two up the stairs: "Here it is. Please feel free to command."
"Thank you." Lu Jin'an nodded, then lightly knocked on the door. Not long after, a young girl with fox ears, dressed in a cool manner, opened the door. After looking at them for a moment, she pushed the door open wider.
"Mr. Lu, Xian of Mu, please come in."
"Our master has been waiting for you for a long time."
