The Sickly Emperor Is Only Immune to Me

Chapter 156: Chapter 156 Aesthetics

Sang Yan also sensed something unusual.

Because the mainland city was gradually becoming visible, yet it wasn’t Quanzhou.

It seemed to be the place Jiang Ke wanted to go—Puluo Country.

“Why is it Puluo Country?”

She knew that Puluo Country was Qi Jiu’s territory, and her face changed drastically—Qi Jiu, posing as a pirate to negotiate cooperation with He Ying, if he lured him into Puluo Country, it was simply like trapping a turtle in a jar!

Qi Jiu merely smiled faintly, “Don’t you want to see Puluo Country? It’s truly beautiful here.”

Previously poor and closed-off, it had blossomed into prosperity and wealth under his reign, aided by pirate forces.

Before they even docked, the sounds of music and exquisite dance faintly reached their ears.

Sang Yan looked disgusted, “Despicable!”

Qi Jiu was unmoved, “Everything is just a means to an end, as long as it achieves the goal.”

“You truly have no bottom line.”

“What do you think He Ying is capable of? During the battle at Pingji, he had trapped and killed thirty thousand soldiers. You speak like this of me only because our political stances differ. Sang Yan, this is unfair to me.”

“You care about fairness?”

She laughed mockingly and stepped outside.

Previously, she had noticed something unusual at a sealed window.

Now, pushing past him, she stepped out and went to the bow of the ship where the outside view became crystal clear.

She had indeed arrived in Puluo Country!

Puluo Country wasn’t large; it was an island surrounded by the sea, comparable in size to a modern H country.

Drawing closer, she saw many fishing boats.

There were also some pleasure boats draped in red gauze, from which melodious string and woodwind music drifted.

“Are you planning to lure He Ying to the island and kill him with Puluo Country’s maritime forces?”

Sang Yan watched Qi Jiu approach slowly and spoke his intentions.

Qi Jiu did not deny it, even retorted, “Don’t you think dying in such a beautiful place would be luckier than Jiang Ke’s fate?”

Thinking of Jiang Ke, her hatred surged, and she had to bite the back of her hand to calm down.

Endure it.

Just endure a little longer.

Perhaps once ashore, she might find an opportunity to kill him.

As long as she lived, there was hope in killing him.

Qi Jiu saw her self-harm, frowned, walked over, and pulled down her hand, “Enough, stop being foolish in front of me! I won’t sympathize with you!”

Sang Yan: “…”

Who needed his sympathy!

She rolled her eyes, shook off his hand, and walked away, keeping her distance from him.

Qi Jiu watched her act this way, his face darkened with a brooding expression that screamed murder.

Puluo Country was getting closer.

As dusk approached, the ship finally docked.

They all disembarked.

The shore was scenic.

Various goods filled the eye.

Calls of vendors were incessant.

Sang Yan was half curious and half looking for fellow countrymen.

Jiang Ke had mentioned that this was an open and inclusive small country.

She indeed saw many from Da He by their looks, yet because of Qi Jiu’s presence, she couldn’t yet take action.

Mainly, finding someone who cared for Da He and was willing to carry a message there for her was not an easy task.

“Where are you heading?”

Sang Yan followed behind him, guessing what his stronghold here would be like.

Usually, an ambitious prince in another country would open taverns, brothels, and the like to cultivate power.

Indeed, she guessed right.

Qi Jiu’s stronghold was a brothel.

Its name was Jinxiu Garden.

The exterior was luxuriously decorated.

Upon entering, a wave of perfume hit them.

On the high stage,

dancers clad in thin clothing were performing a spicy dance.

Their looks weren’t necessarily refined; it was mainly their figures—each with voluptuous breasts and hips, full-bodied, exuding sensuality.

Actually, as she traveled along, she had noticed that this small country considered being plump beautiful.

“Mr. Jiu is here!”

The woman, in the manner of a madam, hurried forward to greet him.

She was in her thirties, plain-looking, dressed in a bright red skirt, and her ample bosom was truly a sight to behold. As she walked, her hips swayed, and her chest jiggled, making it hard to decide where to look.

“Ah, Mr. Jiu, where did you find such an angel? She looks so delicate.”

She sized up Sang Yan with a smile and even reached out to touch her face.

In Puluo Country, women were tall, full-bodied, and voluptuous—where would one find such a delicate and beautiful creature?

It was too refreshing!

Sang Yan immediately dodged away, feeling uneasy from being appraised like merchandise by the madam: coming to such a place felt like being in the red-light district, and the natural vulnerability of women here made her especially uncomfortable.

“Qi Jiu!”

She suppressed her panic, trying to appear calm, “Is this how you treat your guests?”

She had been treated so courteously that she had forgotten that she was destined to be a captive.

Qi Jiu didn’t want to remind her either, only asking with a smile, “You don’t like it here?”

Sang Yan was serious, “No woman would like it here.”

This place treated women as commodities.

Here, the status of women couldn’t be lower.

She believed that no decent woman would want to stay here.

“Not necessarily.”

Qi Jiu rebutted with a smile, “They are quite happy here. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.”

Sang Yan wasn’t interested in such matters and said forcefully, “I don’t want to stay here.”

Her statement chilled the room.

The madam had lived for many years and had never seen anyone speak to Qi Jiu like that, and she couldn’t help but advise, “Ah, my girl, you mustn’t become arrogant because you are favored.”

She took Sang Yan for a woman serving Qi Jiu.

In her eyes, Qi Jiu was picky, lacked patience with women, seemed gentle but was very likely to turn ruthless.

She never thought Qi Jiu would compromise.

These men, when they went out, would be away for months, and when they came back, they would desperately seek relief with women.

“Fine.”

Qi Jiu gave her a deep look, turned around, and instructed, “The rest stay behind, stand by here. Han Chen and Han Mo, we’re going to the inn.”

Listening to Qi Jiu, the madam noticed his gaze on Sang Yan and thought to herself: This girl is in for a rough night.

Actually, the inn was right next door.

Once Sang Yan entered, she quickly realized an issue—the inn’s walls were not soundproof at all.

While eating, she could even hear the intense collisions from the next room.

Accompanied by dirty talk.

She simply couldn’t eat.

What if it were a male guest?

Hearing those sounds, they would probably rush to the brothel next door for a carefree indulgence.

No wonder the inn was located beside the brothel.

Mutual flow of traffic.

Thinking about the innkeeper’s diligent manner in pleasing Qi Jiu, she knew that Qi Jiu was also a very talented businessman.

Perhaps due to his wide experience, he could eat calmly in such an environment, his expression remained very composed, showing extraordinary self-control.

“Do you like it here?”

Qi Jiu met her probing gaze with a slight smile.

Sang Yan couldn’t smile, and she said coldly, “I don’t like it. Can we change the place?”

“Food and sex are natural desires. There’s really no need to suppress them.”

“Who’s suppressing?”

She frowned and said, “This kind of situation, where people mess around, can easily lead to diseases.”

Qi Jiu’s expression was serious, “If you’re worried about that, there’s no need. I’m very healthy.”

Sang Yan: “…”

What does his health have to do with anything?

It’s as if she would get involved with him just because she’s healthy.

“If you lack women, just pick anyone from next door.”

She said offhandedly while frowning.

He looked at her, his gaze intense, fiery and burning, “To be honest, after meeting you, I’ve redefined my aesthetics.”

He used to like women who were hot and voluptuous, but now he found women delicate and tearful more enticing.