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Chapter 77: Chapter 77: The Woman Boss Who Is Like a Wolf and a Tiger Chapter 77: Chapter 77: The Woman Boss Who Is Like a Wolf and a Tiger The Empress Dowager’s severe illness had temporarily subsided, yet the Princess’ Mansion was turned upside down.

Yesterday night, Aunt Xue devised a plan for Feng Zhanlian to take advantage of the rainy, dark night and sell Feng Xiaoli off.

That night, to prevent any leaks, Feng Zhanlian personally took several house servants to carry out the task.

After a whole night passed and dawn broke, Aunt Xue got up, drew her eyebrows in the mirror, and applied brilliant lipstick, feeling quite pleased with herself.

Feng Bailing and her daughter’s trip to the palace this time would surely be their last.

The little illegitimate brat in the household had also been dealt with; from now on, she called the shots in the Princess’ Mansion.

Who could have known that by the afternoon, Feng Zhanlian had not yet returned.

Aunt Xue sensed that something had gone wrong. She ordered someone to inquire in the east wing, where it was said that Chun Liu had taken Feng Xiaoli out early in the morning. Mrs. Su was indeed in the east wing, but when asked about Feng Zhanlian, Mrs. Su claimed complete ignorance, saying that last night the master hadn’t come to the east wing at all.

Even the seven or eight house servants who went to handle the matter had disappeared without a trace, and their families had all come to complain in front of Aunt Xue.

Aunt Xue was now truly panicked, and hastily summoned the broker who dealt with selling people to the Flower Hall for questioning. That woman was still fuming about the matter, complaining that the Princess’ Mansion was not true to their word, and that she had waited outside the mansion all night, not even catching a glimpse of Feng Zhanlian.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Xue’s knees went weak, and she almost fainted.

“Sister-in-law, what has happened to you?”

Just then, Feng Zhan Tian passed by and, seeing Aunt Xue in her fragile state, quickly supported her.

He had been so scared by the incident at the Medicine Shop these past days that he didn’t dare make any rash moves and had been staying in the mansion, idle.

When he saw the beautiful and pale Aunt Xue in his arms, her eyes brimming with tears and her delicate body trembling non-stop as she sobbed softly, Feng Zhan Tian felt a warmth in his heart. He had always been envious of Feng Zhanlian; not only did he marry a princess, but he also took Aunt Xue, such a ravishing beauty. Back in the village, he had also lusted after Aunt Xue’s looks, but she had been taken by Feng Zhanlian first. Today, touching her soft, boneless hand and her slender waist that one could nearly encircle with a hand, Feng Zhan Tian felt his body go half limp.

“Second brother, your elder brother is missing, you must go out and find him.”

Aunt Xue pleaded.

Feng Zhan Tian led the house servants of the Princess’ Mansion to search the city, through every street and alley, teahouse, and tavern, as well as asking around the staff members that Feng Zhanlian usually got along with, one by one, but they found no trace of Feng Zhanlian.

“Go and inquire further; if there’s news of the master, report back immediately.”

Feng Zhanlian stepped into a tavern, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Behind him, a black-boxed horse carriage happened to pass by.

The person sitting in front of the carriage wore a hat, revealing only a smooth chin.

That person glanced at the house servants from the Princess’ Mansion, with a strange smirk on the corner of their mouth.

Once the carriage left the city, it headed towards Biluo Mountain outside of town.

On the bumpy mountain road, Feng Zhanlian, who had been unconscious for a while in the carriage, woke up.

Upon waking, he detected a foul smell, and found that both his hands and feet, even his mouth, were bound.

Last night, he led people to take Feng Xiaoli, but what happened after that…?

Feng Zhanlian tried to recall, but his mind was blank.

Suddenly, several bloody heads flashed through his mind, and his memory immediately became a blur. His eyes bulged with rage as he struggled frantically.

Clang, Feng Zhanlian’s head hit the hard side of the carriage, and he grunted and squawked.

The carriage came to a stop, and the curtains were lifted; outside, the birds chirped amidst serene mountains, and the spring scenery was just right.

A figure in grey, with a conical hat obscuring their face, dragged Feng Zhanlian out of the horse carriage.

“It’s truly noisy, thankfully our young master foresaw this.”

Lu Yin looked on with an icy gaze, having absolutely no sympathy for an old beast like Feng Zhanlian.

With one hand, he clutched Feng Zhanlian’s throat, silencing him, then took out a flask of liquor mixed with the juice of periwinkle leaves and poured it down Feng Zhanlian’s throat.

The spicy and stinging poison caused severe pain in Feng Zhanlian’s tongue, as if molten iron had been poured down his throat, igniting a burning sensation.

Discarded on the ground, he was then stuffed into a coarse hemp sack, and Lu Yin abandoned the horse carriage, heading up to Biluo Mountain.

After who knows how long, Feng Zhanlian heard the sound of gurgling water, as if there were also voices and the music of strings and woodwinds.

The sack was untied, and Feng Zhanlian heard a burst of chuckling laughter.

First, a fragrant breeze wafted over, and he was brought into a splendidly opulent establishment.

The floor was made of Han White Jade, the beams made of centuries-old Nanshan Pine, and even the luminous pearls were embedded in the walls. The mountain and river screen was the work of a great master from the previous dynasty. This Shanyin Inn lived up to its reputation as a lavish brothel; even the tables and chairs exhibited an extravagant opulence.

“The sun rises from the west, I’ve seen thirteen, fourteen-year-olds selling themselves to bury their parents, but I’ve never seen a three or four-decade aged piece of pickled meat come out to sell himself.”

A woman of a mature age appeared before his eyes. Her skin was slightly dark and her features were frivolously expressive. She was not very beautiful, but she possessed a distinct wild allure and did not resemble a woman from Chu Country, with her taller and fuller figure.

Adorned in a flamboyant, rose-red tight-fitting blouse, covered by a lake-green floral skirt, gold threads wrapped around her waist like serpents. Hairpins of green and red jade and agate adorned her hair. This woman’s figure was like a fully ripened melon, so alluring and succulent to men, it was deadly.

This was the proprietress of Shanyin Inn, Lady Nan Feng. Although she looked young, she was actually over forty, just very well-preserved to the point it was not obvious.

She had heard someone brought in a ‘product’, and upon hearing his age, she felt a bit disdainful.

But when the sack was opened, out rolled a man with a tall, lithe frame, fair skin.

The man had a handsome beard, and his facial features were refined, exuding an air of scholarly grace. His delicate, tender skin seemed like it could ooze water upon a pinch. His legs, long and even his buttocks were more lifted than the average man’s.

What a find!

He wore an expression of shock and his wide eyes conveyed pleading, which in Lady Nan Feng’s experienced gaze, was incredibly tantalizing.

“Lady, am I right? Such fine goods, for just fifty taels of gold, buying him is a bargain.”

Lu Yin’s voice was in a low whisper.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhanlian felt as if he lost three parts of his soul and six parts of his spirit – he suddenly realized; he had been sold!

“At this place, we inspect the merchandise before purchase. Someone, take him to bathe and change his clothes; I will personally inspect the goods,”
Lady Nan Feng licked her lips.

An hour later, Lu Yin, humming a tune, walked down Biluo Mountain with a spring in his step.

In Ciyuan Palace, Dongfang Lianhua was accompanying the Empress Dowager for dinner. After the meal, she saw a palace maid hurry over and whisper into her ear.

Feng Bailing recognized that the maid belonged to Noble Princess Consort Xiao’s palace.

Upon hearing the maid’s message, Dongfang Lianhua’s face changed, looking dazed and disoriented.

“Ah Ling, your father’s gone missing, last night…”
Dongfang Lianhua had just started to speak when Feng Bailing suddenly let out a deep sigh, pulling Dongfang Lianhua to sit down.

“Mother, actually, I had a nightmare last night that terrified me. I dreamed that day when I returned to the Princess’ Mansion, Xiao Li being pushed into a well…”