Having known her for two years, he believed a woman like her would be pursued by many men wanting to marry her. However, her husband, Cloud Zheng, wanted to abandon a position many men would desire. He had never thought of marrying her because he was just a male prostitute.

She had helped him significantly, and all he could offer in return was his body and a true heart, silently loving her with all his emotions.

#

When Jinyu returned home, the steward greeted her, “Miss, you’re back.”

“Has something happened?” she asked.

“The harvest in the southern town is poor this year. Many farmers can’t pay their grain taxes.”

“Then reduce the taxes. I said this yesterday.”

As they walked inside, the steward followed, saying, “Even after reducing taxes, some still can’t pay. Should we postpone the taxes until next year?”

“Do as you said.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Jinyu abruptly turned, “Is there anything else?”

“Miss,” the steward hesitated, “That Young Master Xu has come.”

Jinyu frowned, her voice cold, “What does he want?”

The steward remained silent, wondering if she didn’t know. He glanced down.

The miss will understand after meeting Young Master Xu.”

“No meeting.” She continued walking to her room.

The steward followed, saying, “Miss, Young Master Xu came once after you left the mansion yesterday, staying until evening. He came early again today. He must have something important to tell you. It would be better to meet him.”

Jinyu stopped, then said, “I’ll change my clothes and meet him later.”

The steward quickly agreed, hoping Young Master Xu could marry her. The Jin and Xu families originally had an engagement. Although this young master had been lost since childhood and his background was unclear, his love for her was preferable to the unfaithful Cloud Zheng or the male prostitute from the pleasure house.

#

In the main hall, steam rose from a white jade teacup. A man with a pale, delicate face sat beside it, worry etched on his features. He raised his head, voice laced with concern, “Huayan, what if Miss Jin hasn’t returned by dawn? Should we send someone to look for her?”

Hua Yan stood beside him, bowing her head to comfort, “Young Master, please don’t worry. Miss Jin will be fine.” He had asked this question countless times since last night after searching for her without success.