Ning Zhi’s gaze was somewhat unfocused, “Fei’er, what do you think of the little widow and his brother’s looks?”
Fei’er responded, “Not good.”
Ning Zhi ignored the rudeness, “I want the truth.”
Fei’er frowned, “They’re quite good-looking, but compared to you, they’re slightly inferior. Why are you asking this?”
Ning Zhi queried, “Do you know what the Beauty Pavilion is?”
“Young master, who doesn’t know that it’s where the most concentrated group of prostitutes in the red-light district is?” Fei’er looked angrily at Ning Zhi.
Ning Zhi lowered his eyes, “Do you think, with their looks and being helpless, they could survive in the Beauty Pavilion without being harmed or insulted?”
Fei’er was somewhat annoyed. He meant to address the matter between the young master and the owner. The little widow had only been touched by the owner, who was also secretly protecting him, reducing the young master’s chances of marrying the owner.
How could the young master not care at all? Fei’er shook his head, thinking the young master must care. He couldn’t let the young master be alone forever and needed to ensure his marriage. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face. “The young master actually still has feelings for the owner; otherwise, he wouldn’t observe so carefully.”
Ning Zhi shook his head helplessly, aware that Fei’er was scheming again. Marriage? After everything that had happened, what marriage? Only a calm heart could help one live better.
Feeling drowsy, Ning Zhi closed his eyes and leaned back against the soft cushion. Fei’er thoughtfully arranged things for him. “Young master has been busy all night and is very tired. Rest well now.”
Once Ning Zhi fell asleep, Fei’er looked at his weary face, filled with heartache. His young master should have been enjoying a life of luxury but had fallen to this state, working in the pleasure house at night. Fei’er teared up, covering Ning Zhi with a coat, resolved to get the young master married.
The wind blew softly across the dilapidated courtyard, with a few withered leaves spinning as they fell.
Su Xi tightened the porcelain bottle in her hand, her eyes reddened as she took a deep breath and walked inside. “Xiao Lian, the wind is strong outside. Let’s go in.”
