Back In Time (The Reincarnation of the Cruel Concubine)

The woman for Jian Zhu

The lute and graceful movements of the dancers accompanied the tea ceremony of three men from the same clan, they clashed with porcelain cups to create a high sound. But the tea they drank this time was not just any tea, which was a bitter drink that intoxicated and made the common sense of the person who drank it lost. Accompanied by the brothel girls, they're partying for booze tonight.

Yang Hong Hui returned to air his porcelain cup, “Let's toast my voice.”

“Mari.” Reply Yang Zuo.

“But, are we worth having fun on top of the empress's plight? Not that we should be sad because he was exiled for half a year.”

“Quiet only.” Said Yang Zuo, the father of the empress was so relaxed in response to the princess who was busy meditating in Heng Shui Monastery. “We don't need to worry about Yang Jia Li, because she will definitely be back soon. Whether or not there is him is the same, we will still control this country from the shadows.”

“Yes, brother, you always know the best way to win.”

The praise from Hong Hui was greeted by a nod by some of the people present, the beautiful woman who was busy flirting and pouring liquor into her cup was kissed so affectionately. Not much different from Yang Zuo.

Everyone partied and enjoyed the night, only Yang Jian Zhu did not enjoy it. If it wasn't for the father's invitation, he wouldn't have gotten out of his department to come here. The brothel and the women in it were not tempting to him when the heart was already anchored to a figure that was impossible to reach.

“Yang Jian Zhu?”

“Ya, uncle?” the head of the prosecutor's department looked up when his name was called by Hong Hui. The man waited for what his uncle wanted to say, “What's wrong?”

“When are you getting married? Haven't you found a woman that suits you? Or how? Soon you'll be an old virgin if you don't get married soon.”

“Ah, for that I do not really want to get married.”

“Why?”

Yang Hong Hui frowned, he had once betrothed Yang Jian Zhu to his most beautiful son. But the man refused subtly, until finally his daughter married another noble. Then he had also introduced Yang Zuo's eldest son to one of the princesses in the other empire, but he refused.

What kind of choice was Jian Zhu looking for? Or indeed he did not plan to get married because he was preoccupied with imperial affairs. “What are you looking for, Jian Zhu? Let uncle find.”

“I'm not looking for the perfect uncle, I just don't want to get married.”

“Don't want to get married? Why?”

Yang Zuo put down his cup, he also looked at the son with a curious face. Suppose what Jian Zhu was messing around with, he was handsome and had everything, but chose not to marry. It was not never that Yang Zuo and his wife advised his son to get married.

“Do you not like women?” ask Hong Hui.

“Not so uncle.” The head of the prosecutor's department. “I like women, it's just that I haven't found the best for me.”

“Then how do you channel your passion, Jian Zhu? Do you need a mistress? Or bring one of these women to satisfy your lust.” Said the uncle.

The women in the brothel were screeching in excitement, they were willing to become complacent of a handsome man like Yang Jian Zhu. Even without payment they are willing as long as they can spend the night with him. “Come choose! Uncle who will pay them for you.”

Yang Jian Zhu greeted the women there, they were all dressed up very pretty with thick makeup and luxurious hanfu. But Yang Jian Zhu was not interested in them, until he found another face that was not too exaggerated, she was beautiful but reserved.

Jian Zhu's index finger was directed at the lute player, “She, I want him.”

“Yes, you play harp.”

“Good.” Said Yang Hong Hui, “Uncle will give him to you tonight, Jian Zhu. Enjoy the gift from me, if other night you want, uncle will pay for it too.”

“No need, just enough tonight. Thank you uncle.” He said, then got up and walked out followed by the woman. He still could not understand what was going on, because no one ever wanted to be with him. So his job was just to play the lute all night.

The woman followed Yang Jian Zhu from behind, keeping her distance from the master who was so handsome and dazzling. But strangely they did not go to one of the rooms there, the master continued to walk endlessly around the place towards the exit.

“Master, where are we going?”

“I'll be home.”

“Lalu ... I?”

“You also go back to your room, rest.”

“But I was asked to serve the master tonight.” The woman said boldly, she was young, her body was good and her face did not disappoint either.

“What's your name?” asked Yang Jian Zhu.

The lute player woman rounded her eyes, “I Qui.”

“Then, Qui, you better get back to your room and rest because I'm going home. I only use you to get out of that place, that's all and tomorrow you will receive a fee from my uncle.”

The brothel lady named Qui frowned confusedly, she blocked Yang Jian Zhu's footsteps wanting to leave immediately. “But sir, I didn't do anything how it was possible to get a wage. I have to serve you first just got a wage, so the deal, right?”

“Surely you can satisfy me, Qui?” yang Jian Zhu asked, getting annoyed.

Qui just fell silent, serving the masters was not his duty, it had been a long time since he had sold the body to the nobles who had come there. Qui also felt relieved on the one hand because there was no need to sell himself for a piece of coin, but if the mistress of the brothel owner knew he was not working, then Qui would not be able to earn any money.

“I beg sir, I do need money, if mistress knows I am not working to serve you, I will not get money.”

“Just calm Qui, your wages will still reach you.”

“But, sir?!”

Qui recklessly, the woman approached and kissed the master under the dim moonlight. There was no one there besides them because everything was inside the house, Qui did all he could to tease Jian Zhu, starting from swiping his body to force the rough hand of the master to creep on his beautiful body.

But, Yang Jian Zhu was unmoved, when Qui was done with his kiss from being out of breath, and when all his efforts were in vain. Yang Jian Zhu remained unmoved, “Us enough Qui, you've done your duty.”

“Tuan .. “

“I do not carelessly touch the woman Qui, in my heart is anchored one name that I will not be able to reach. And loving her is part of channeling desire for me, sorry Qui, I don't need you to serve.” Said Yang Jian Zhu before leaving.

Qui just stared at that strapping back with nanar, Yang Jian Zhu was different from the other men as it turned out. Qui ruined his makeup, he tore through the simple hanfu he was wearing to look like he had just served the master. Only then did the woman return to the brothel and report to the mistress.