Brothel Princess is a Female Wolf

"What are you doing?" Xiaoyu remembered that she had forgotten to bring her jade token. How could she enter the palace? She turned around and saw the scene before her.

"Esteemed wangfei …" They didn't dare to argue in front of her, but the explanation they gave themselves was that they weren't afraid of the wangfei, but were giving face to the prince, which was why they were showing a little bit of respect for Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu looked at the well-dressed crowd and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Everyone, you all look really beautiful today." They had met a ghost in the middle of the day. Their faces were covered with cloth, making them look like Japanese geisha. Their clothes made them look like pals. They also looked at their prince's level of appreciation as if it was something completely different.

"Six pounds." Little Fishy waved at the six catties in the air, and the six catties quickly squeezed through the crowd.

"Six pounds? Am I as ugly as them?" Little Fishy could not help but ask.

"Princess Hua-Yang is a natural beauty. These women wanted to imitate Princess Hua-Yang, but who would have thought they would learn something like this?"

"She's a famous black girl. She thinks that the prince likes the princess' skin to be as white as snow, so he makes her look like a white cloth."

Six Jin pointed at another blushing face. "When the prince praised her blushing face that day, it was like the multicolored light in the sky. Ever since then, that girl's face has always been red."

"Then does that person only wear a man's robe? Does he think that the first day this wangfei entered the house was pretty?" Little Yu pointed to a muscular maid and asked.

Six kilograms nodded helplessly.

Little Fishy covered her face. What sort of atmosphere is this? It's such a humiliation to her level of appreciation.

Fine, she admitted defeat.

"Go get a few buckets of water and give them some clean cotton and let them wash off their makeup." Little Fishy commanded. This was intolerable. Having a slave like this made her feel as if she was being vulgar.

There were also a few people who were unwilling. Without saying anything, they walked over and pushed their heads into the water. This trick worked, and the remaining people obediently washed their faces.

Little Fishy looked at them one by one. Un, actually, it is possible for these women to not put on any makeup. Why do they look like ghosts when painting?

"From today onwards, I will spare some time every day. No, it's time for me to teach you how to dress yourselves in a way that is pleasing to the eyes. Whether you come or not is none of my business." Xiaoyu looked at everyone, and she seemed to be a little moved.

"Princess, is it okay if you don't come?" Six catties asked for everyone.

"Of course it's nothing? Could it be that I have to force them to dress up beautifully for me? " What Fishy didn't say was that they were all like ghosts. They didn't find it embarrassing, and she even despised them. If they still dressed up like that after ten days, she wouldn't mind sending them away to prevent her from having nightmares at night.

The door opened, and Fifteen pushed out the neatly dressed Night Nine Demons. Only then did Fishy remember what she was doing, and quickly went into the room to retrieve her jade tablet before leaving.

"Little Yu …" Nine Night Demon quickly pulled on Little Fishy.

"Lil 'Nine, be good and wait for me at home. That's right."

"Where are you going?" At this moment, the small fish felt empty and empty in her heart. She was like a vile woman who had been bitterly guarding the house, asking a bunch of questions.

Helpless, Little Fishy stretched out her hand and pushed Night Nine into the middle of the crowd, softly humming, "In the midst of tens of thousands of people, feel that boundless glory …"

"I can't see your eyes. I don't have the power to hide my tears. I can't forget even if I want to …"

Nine of the Nights listened to her, oblivious to the fact that the little fish had thrown him into the wolves.

"Take good care of Ninth Prince." Little Fishy withdrew, disappearing without a trace.

"Little Yu …" Night Nine holds out his hand, and Fishy, pretending not to hear, scurries away.

"Fifteen." Night Nine's eyes were ice-cold. He lightly glanced at those maidservants, and when those maidservants met his cold eyes, they couldn't help but shiver and secretly step back.

"Here." He didn't know what kind of martial arts he was using, but it felt like he had come out of the ground, and he suddenly appeared next to Ye Jiumei.

"I've memorized the names of all the maids present today, and they've actually come to the inner courtyard while the princess is away. I'll give the princess face today and not punish them. If I make any mistakes again, I'll sell them directly to the brothel." Nine Night Demon ordered.

He really thought that he was a cripple, not even putting him in his eyes. Let alone them, in this world, there was no one who could compare to Little Fishy, and they were actually all envious of her life. That's fine, the corner of Night Nine Demon's mouth curled up in disdain, then he would let them have their way, sell them to the brothel, and let them meet their true destinies.

When the maidservants heard this, they were silenced. In fact, they understood in their hearts that if they really were sold to a brothel, they would be reduced from a slave to a lowly citizen. Although they were unwilling to accept that a lowly citizen like Xiaoyu could win the heart of their prince, they knew that if they became a lowly citizen, they wouldn't live as happily as Xiaoyu.

Everyone was like eggplants that had been beaten with frost. Their heads were listlessly recorded as they returned to their respective posts.

Ever since he had married Little Fishy, the maids in the Ninth Prince's Mansion were no longer as obedient as they were before. All of them were monsters like Qiao Qiao. What did they think of him, Night Nine, as?

He understood now that his master had only heard from her that she was the one who had asked him not to leave the house, and he actually didn't even leave the house. The emperor had already handed the Wind and Rain Pavilion over to the Ninth Prince for so long, and ever since he saved her, his lordship had never entered the Wind and Rain Pavilion again, and now, after spending so much time with her every day, he seemed to have long forgotten that he still had such an errand. He hadn't seen his master in such a silly place before.

However, these fifteen people would only dare to think about it in their stomachs. They didn't dare to say it out loud.

After standing in the courtyard for a while, Night Nine suddenly raised his head and asked, "Fifteen, do you believe my leg can be cured?"

Fifteen stared blankly, his eyes subconsciously looking at Night Nine's legs, but he didn't open his mouth. If he really could cure her, how could the Ninth Prince sit in a wheelchair for ten years?

"Yeah, everyone feels like my leg can't be cured, including myself. I really don't know where Little Fishy got such enthusiasm from." In fact, he knew that a lot of people had told Xiaoyu that his leg could no longer be cured. Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, and Ninth Brother had once told her that when they met the emperor, the emperor had also said the same thing about her, but why was she still so stubborn? If it wasn't for her talking in her sleep at night, perhaps he would have thought that she liked to see his body covered with silver needles.