518: Chapter 379 518: Chapter 379 Scholars from the academy were strolling the streets on a non-rest day, which seemed strange indeed.
The man at the window was of an even higher level than those scholars.
The young lady’s eyes narrowed as she began to speculate, with her keen observational skills, that something was amiss.
Recently, their leader had sent out a message: aside from the personnel who must infiltrate, daughters of wealthy families in the Imperial City must come forth and cooperate.
To gather information, they too needed to take to the streets under the pretense of shopping, but in reality, they were there to observe any changes in the Imperial City.
Their operations were to be clandestine; this time, the choice wasn’t to instigate terror, but rather to have daughters from wealthy families marry into sons of similar status, infiltrating every noble and high-ranking official’s family.
The young lady searched through her mind and immediately, a name emerged: Tang Feiyang, the son of the Chief of Staff, the eldest disciple of the Confucianism Tao Academy, a handsome and elegant talent in both literature and the martial arts, and a suitor for the royal Princess.
The man before her was indeed just as handsome and elegant as the rumors claimed, with a strong presence that hinted at a high Combat Power, a formidable adversary to the Prime Minister, and one of the obstacles they needed to clear.
She had set her sights on this man, regardless of whether she could complete the mission, marrying such a figure would be a blessing for her.
For a woman, the mission comes first, but happiness is also very important.
The young lady was herself a Martial Artist and would much prefer to marry a capable man rather than a good-for-nothing.
With such thoughts, the young lady felt a bit lucky in her choice, much like their leader Yingzi had chosen Liu Tao, the worthless son of the Prime Minister.
With these thoughts, a charming smile crept on her face, prompting her to instruct the attendant to tell the coachman to stop the carriage.
“Miss, aren’t we supposed to be buying jewelry?
Why are we stopping here at the brothel?”
The young lady, accompanied by her attendants—which was how her mother had trained her, arranged everything for her directly.
To prevent more people from knowing of their secret deeds, not even the attendants at her side were aware; aside from her mother and sisters, no one in the family, not the father nor the brothers, knew anything.
Even the mother’s covert identity infiltrated here was unknown to the father, who just thought she was truly a noble daughter.
Mrs.
Fugui, the lady of the house, was oblivious to the fact that their actions could bring a calamity capable of annihilating their family line.
One could imagine a daughter taught by such a mother, wholly dedicated to their mission and task, disregarding the safety of their family.
In their eyes, as long as they completed the task and took control of the entire country, all honor would come to their family members.
Such a fixed delusion they imposed, never asking their relatives if they harbored the same desire, to be denounced as traitors.
To be cursed for generations as a traitor and bear the infamy of treachery for life.
People part of such a ruthless organization, how could they possibly think so thoroughly?
Not only were they members of the organization, but they had also been subjected to mind control through medicinal drugs.
Even if the targets were their own relatives, they would carry out cruel acts for what they called a ‘grand undertaking.’
Lower than beasts, how could they not destroy their own offspring?
Dressed flamboyantly like the richest of daughters, with a seductive beauty, she was unaware that she was under the influence of drugs, only knowing that she and her sisters were prettier than most others.
It was also a form of capital in their lives; born well and beautiful, they had access to higher choices.
With this purpose in mind, the lady, accompanied by a handmaid, gently stepped down from the carriage as they entered the brothel.
They attracted many curious glances, particularly from men.
Witnessing the lady’s attire, they perceived her to be a wealthy daughter, who nonetheless carried a charm too tantalizing for a lady of her standing, somewhat resembling the courtesans crowned with flowers in the brothel.
Men who saw her like that had their eyes light up; although they should only admire her beauty with their eyes, some couldn’t help but brazenly whistle at her.
The ground floor of the brothel was merely for those seeking bargains, wishing to flaunt their wealth in such a venue, believing that even the cheapest items here were still pricier than the best offerings of outside establishments, as long as they entered the brothel, they could boast a little of their vanity.
Especially when bringing a few friends along to dine and drink in the brothel’s main hall, spending no small sum, it was an occasion to treat friends to a meal in the brothel.
Not the indignity of dining in a humble outdoor eatery, such a vain sentiment had become habitual for many people.
The main hall of this brothel was crowded with people of all ages: middle-aged, elderly, and youths alike.
It was a room filled exclusively with men who believed that if they wanted a girl’s service while dining here, they should go to a brothel, as the tavern’s waiter had informed them.
Right then, the patrons who were drinking and eating saw a glamorous girl accompanied by an ordinary-looking girl enter, which piqued their curiosity, and they started to catcall and whistle provocatively.
The young lady paid no attention to these men, and a look of contempt flashed through her eyes as she surveyed them.
Only the maid following the young lady showed some annoyance, giving the whistlers a glare before shyly hurrying after her mistress.
Some of the men in the hall, seeing that the young lady ignored them, staggered over with their wine cups in hand, intent on following her upstairs.
More of them said, “Please wait, Miss.”
Someone quickly stepped forward, attempting to block their way to the stairs.
The enchanting young lady stopped, her gaze fixed on the man blocking her, her eyes emitting a fierce glint as if she were looking at a dead person.
The man who stopped her was slick and greasy, clearly useless, and to make matters worse, he was someone with a very low level of cultivation.
For such a worthless person to dare obstruct her, she thought it best to let him die quietly!
The enchanting young lady’s hand subtly moved, and the smirking man suddenly felt a pang of pain, involuntarily clutching his abdomen.
“Ah, it hurts, save me…”
His lustful bravado now gone, he hoped the woman in front of him would save him, but she sidestepped him, leaving him to beg his friends for help.
The sudden turn of events left the onlookers confused, as they saw no sign of trouble and assumed the man simply had a sudden onset of illness.
The man’s friends quickly ran to his aid, intending to take him to a medical facility for treatment.
The enchanting young lady deftly avoided the man and then led her maid upstairs.
The incident, so abrupt, left the earlier whistlers baffled, yet some sensed the lurking danger.
In the Cultivation World, there were many with extraordinary abilities and potent medicines.
Those men who had been eager for a spectacle now felt only desire without the nerve, fearing an unexplained pain like the one the previous man had suffered.
The shopkeeper and waiter, who had observed the scene from a distance, knew the situation was not simple; the beautiful lady was potentially a poisonous rose.
The waiter downstairs felt somewhat relieved; with the girl going to the second floor, any incident there wouldn’t involve him.
He worried, however, that the man who had suddenly fallen ill might complain that there was something wrong with their food.
The waiter on the second floor was also aware of the commotion; how could they not hear such a commotion?
Service on the second floor had to continue, so a waiter was sent out to attend to the beautiful girl who had arrived with her maid.
“Miss, would you like a private room or to sit in the main hall?”
The enchanting young lady pointed to a private room but did not say if she was a guest of anyone inside.
“Are you a guest of the gentleman inside, Miss?” the waiter asked respectfully.
“Where do you think our young lady is going?
Lead the way quickly,” said the maid.
“Yes, Miss, please follow me,” the waiter responded.
The enchanting lady’s specially made shoes clicked on the wooden floor of the second level, just as conspicuously as when she ascended the stairs.
But just then, many were too focused on her appearance to notice the sound her shoes made.
Tang Feiyang and his attendants in the private room suddenly heard the tavern come alive with noise.
Tang Feiyang, gazing out at the street, frowned and gestured to an attendant to guard the door of the private room, and to find out what was happening downstairs in the tavern.
His instincts told him that troublemakers had arrived.
As for who they were, he could tell by the footstep sounds that were slowly heading towards their room; yet downstairs had quieted down.
They were coming for him.