As soon as Yang Wenxiao said this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in her heart.
Yang Wenxiao really seemed addicted to ordering them around, never treating them as outsiders.
Tilting her head, an innocent expression appeared on her small face, "A brothel? How do you expect me to get involved in that? Just to be clear, Tong Sanlang is not allowed to go to such places."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao couldn't help but laugh, "Are you afraid someone will steal his soul away?"
"No, I'm afraid those women will actively entangle themselves with him, and Zhao Lan is still building that road," Qiao Xiaomai said, glancing sideways at Tong Sanlang.
Tong Sanlang remained composed, "Your Majesty, what do you want the two of us to do?"
"Gambling. I want you to wager with those people. Fair and square—if they lose, then they must obediently close the gambling house," Yang Wenxiao explained.
