Young Master Biao, upon hearing this tempting suggestion, brightened up and exclaimed, "Exactly, indeed! Drinking and indulging... oh, inspiration comes faster."
Inadvertently, Young Master Biao blurted out his inner thoughts, feeling a bit embarrassed. He quickly glanced around and noticed Lin San shaking his head, looking around as if he hadn't heard anything. Young Master Biao inwardly praised, "This lad understands the ropes, he has potential."
"However, how should we explain this to the teacher?" Young Master Biao frowned. Today, he received praise from the teacher, and he had been playing the role of a diligent student in front of the teacher and his cousin all day. Now, he seemed to be hesitating about leaving this façade behind.
Lin Wanrong naturally didn't want Young Master Biao to play the good student. Just imagine if Young Master Biao became diligent and scholarly; wouldn't that be a burden on Lin Wanrong?
"Young Master, the teacher should be satisfied with your performance today. He shouldn't have any objections. Moreover, we're just going out to seek inspiration, not engaging in mischief. Why worry about him?" Lin Wanrong asserted with a righteous tone.
"Yes, yes, we are seeking inspiration," Young Master Biao consoled himself.
While the teacher was still in the restroom, the two sneaked out of the study. Lin Wanrong led the way, and Young Master Biao followed. The master and servant duo headed straight for their "inspiration."
After walking a few steps in the courtyard, Lin Wanrong heard a voice from behind, "Lin San, where are you going?" Turning around, he saw Wang, the housekeeper who didn't get along with Lin Wanrong.
Thinking of how this housekeeper dared to set him up, a thought crossed Lin Wanrong's mind. He loudly said, "Oh, it's Housekeeper Wang. I'm on an errand for Young Master."
"Young Master? Where did this Young Master come from?" Housekeeper Wang, who hadn't noticed Guo Wuchang sneaking behind, asked casually.
"It's Guo Wuchang, Young Master Guo," Lin Wanrong pretended to be respectful.
"Oh, it's him, an in-law calling himself Young Master. Just focus on your duties for the Xiao family. You don't need to bother with that wild Young Master from outside," Housekeeper Wang said with an air of authority.
Watching Young Master's furious expression behind Housekeeper Wang, Lin Wanrong struggled to suppress his laughter and said, "This... I..."
"I'll be damned, you scum!" Young Master Biao couldn't endure any longer. He rushed forward and delivered an elbow to Housekeeper Wang's face.
Wincing in pain, Housekeeper Wang turned around and saw the genuine Young Master Biao. Realizing he had been deceived by Lin Wanrong, he knew he was in trouble.
Although this Young Master Biao was an in-law, he was also the nephew of Madam, the master's sister's son. He could be considered half the master of the Xiao family. Despite appearing feeble in normal days, the fact that he was half a master made it inappropriate for Lin Wanrong to casually arrange for him.
Young Master Biao, having lived in the Xiao residence for many years, detested being treated as a subordinate. Combined with his somewhat unpleasant mood today, upon hearing Housekeeper Wang's words, how could he not erupt? He pounced, fists and kicks flying, giving Housekeeper Wang a beating resembling a pig's head.
Encountering such a misfortune, even the head housekeeper of the Xiao family, Housekeeper Wang, had to cover his head and face, enduring Young Master Biao's violent assault. Lin Wanrong stood nearby, and seeing the scene, he took the opportunity to pull Young Master Biao aside, saying, "Young Master, Housekeeper Wang made a mistake unintentionally. Let's spare him this time. We should hurry and find that 'inspiration.'"
Young Master Biao stopped, glaring fiercely at Housekeeper Wang's bruised face. He then gave him a final kick to his stomach, feeling a bit relieved. This Mr. Wang, if he had half of Lin San's cleverness, he wouldn't have provoked such anger.
Young Master Biao stopped beating, appreciatively looked at Lin Wanrong, patted his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, let's find some amusement. Oh, I mean, inspiration."
The two left the room, and now Young Master Biao needed to lead the way. In this city of Jinling, Lin Wanrong only knew a few places well, apart from Xuanwu Lake, there was the Xiao family. As for the place to "inspire" himself, he had never been there before. However, when he was a sales manager, he spent five days a week enjoying leisure in such places. Unexpectedly, today he found himself relying on others to lead the way, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
As dusk approached, Young Master Biao grabbed Lin Wanrong and said, "Lin San, you've been quite agreeable today. I'll reward you. Today, I'll take you to a nice place for some fun."
"Oh, Young Master, as long as it helps you find inspiration, even if it's a perilous journey, I'm willing to accompany you," Lin Wanrong grinned lasciviously.
Young Master Biao laughed heartily, "That's right. Any place that brings inspiration, regardless of its nature, is acceptable."
"Young Master is wise." Lin Wanrong gave a thumbs-up.
Encouraged by Lin Wanrong's flattery, Young Master Biao was quite pleased. He leaned close to Lin Wanrong and whispered, "Lin San, have you heard of the Miaoyu Brothel?"
Miaoyu Brothel? Lin Wanrong had indeed never heard of it. Just from the name, he could tell it was a special establishment. Lin Wanrong, not knowing anything about the famous places in Jinling, became the inexperienced one today.
Young Master Biao smiled mysteriously, revealing a look that said, "You, this lad, haven't been there either. You servants can't know about such high-class establishments." The famous "Twelve Beauties of Jinling" and the charm of Qinhuai River had been renowned since ancient times.
Miaoyu Brothel was the largest brothel on the banks of the Qinhuai River. The ladies inside were not only beautiful but also possessed extraordinary talents. Some were skilled in singing, some in dancing, and some in playing musical instruments, among other virtues. The most remarkable aspect was that, as rumored, there was a talented woman among them who didn't sell her body. Young Master Biao had heard that she was a talented poet.
"What's most interesting is that Miaoyu Brothel recently welcomed a new courtesan. Not only does she have celestial beauty, but she also possesses astonishing skills. What's even more rare is that she's said to be a literati, selling art and not her body. Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'm taking you to witness it." Young Master Biao proudly declared.
A courtesan in a brothel? With celestial beauty and extraordinary talents, and selling art instead of her body? This seemed quite intriguing. If there were also a hidden identity like a
martial artist or sorceress, it would make a great novel.
Lin Wanrong chuckled, realizing that this Young Master Biao truly understood the essence of romance and beauty.
"How about it? Are you interested?" Seeing Lin Wanrong's strangely amused smile, Young Master Biao thought he had piqued his interest and deliberately asked.
Lin Wanrong grinned and asked, "Young Master, how much silver does it cost to spend a night with this courtesan?"
Young Master Biao was dumbfounded. This lowly servant was indeed vulgar, but he happened to suit Young Master Biao's taste. Young Master Biao, not being a scholarly person, wasn't bothered by such coarse language. He laughed carelessly and said, "Even if you have the silver, you won't be able to sleep. Although she is a literati, her standards are very high. She meets talented gentlemen every day; I've never heard of anyone being invited into her quarters."