Seeing Lan Xing looking up at her, Chu Qing pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Do these young masters in the capital often come to your place?"
"Although the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is not the brothel that attracts the most customers in the capital, it is the most frequent haunt of noble young masters and lords." Lan Xing said this with a hint of pride.
It would be too obvious if she directly asked whether Chu Zhan, the young master of the Chu Mansion, often came here.
Chu Qing squinted her eyes and suddenly remembered something.
"Then... has His Highness the Prince of Ning of our Great Yan Kingdom ever come here?" Chu Qing tilted her head and stared intently at Lan Xing, waiting for her answer.
Wei Zhi, who had been looking serious, finally had a slight crack in her unchanging expression after hearing what Chu Qing said.
Lan Xing, who had originally looked cold, actually showed a hint of a smile after hearing the words "His Highness the Prince of Ning".
"Of course the Prince of Ning has come. He is also a regular customer here." Lan Xing hooked her lips.
Chu Qing: "???"
Wei Ying had actually come here!!!
This rascal!!!
After getting a definite answer, why was she so angry!
She had just asked casually so that she could naturally lead to the question she really wanted to know later. Who would have thought that this casual question would make her so furious!
Wei Zhi felt Chu Qing's extremely stiff back and the slightly trembling hand holding the teacup. She was first surprised, and then quickly reacted.
"Master, this servant heard that the Prince of Ning occasionally comes here to meet friends." Wei Zhi carefully chose her words.
But after she said it, she still felt extremely uneasy in her heart.
She was good at killing people, but when it came to comforting an angry and jealous mistress... she really didn't know how.
To Wei Zhi's relief, after hearing her words, Chu Qing seemed to be calming down.
Chu Qing was originally wondering why she was getting jealous over such a trivial matter. When her gaze fell on Lan Xing, she finally understood.
This ice - cold beauty seemed to have feelings for Wei Ying.
Humph! A womanizer!
Sure enough, the other party couldn't help asking, "Why did the young master suddenly ask about the Prince of Ning...?"
A mischievous look flashed in Chu Qing's eyes. She said with a smile, "To be honest, I'm the younger cousin of His Highness the Prince of Ning. My father is the Prince of Ning's maternal uncle."
"???" Lan Xing was stunned for a moment, and then the suspicion on her face was completely unhidden.
Seeing that she didn't believe it, Chu Qing shrugged helplessly. "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. I'm not using his name to do anything."
Lan Xing lowered her eyes, as if thinking about the truth of what Chu Qing said.
Chu Qing gave a soft laugh, then put down the tea in her hand and wanted to pick up the pot of peach blossom wine that had been sitting there untouched since it was served.
But before Chu Qing's hand could touch the wine pot, Lan Xing reached out and grabbed it. "Let this humble girl do this."
Chu Qing raised her eyebrows and silently scoffed in her heart. Just now, she had seemed to ignore her, but now she was being so attentive.
"Besides His Highness the Prince of Ning, which other well - known young masters in the capital often come here?" Chu Qing continued to ask.
"Why does the young master want to know this?" Seeing Chu Qing continue to ask questions, Lan Xing couldn't help frowning.
At this time, Chu Qing was no longer as constrained as before and gradually relaxed. So when faced with others' intentional or unintentional questions, she finally returned to her state of being able to handle things with ease.
She let out a heavy sigh and said, as if a bit ashamed, "Don't laugh at me. My wife at home is rather strict. If I run into an acquaintance... and the news that I came to a brothel gets back to my wife, I'm afraid..." Here, Chu Qing even rubbed her forehead, as if she felt extremely embarrassed.
Lan Xing saw that Chu Qing's red ears didn't seem to be fake, so she dispelled the suspicion in her heart.
And Wei Zhi was completely in awe of her master after hearing what Chu Qing said.
When it came to making a lie sound like the truth, it was about deceiving oneself too. Chu Qing's portrayal of a hen - pecked man, with his unwillingness, timidity, and a hint of embarrassment, was simply perfect.
Chu Qing led Lan Xing to talk about other things, but she never heard Chu Zhan's name.
This wasn't going to work. Chu Qing had a sudden thought and diverted the conversation.
When she caught sight of the pot of wine on the table, she quickly came up with an idea.
So, after giving Wei Zhi a meaningful look, Chu Qing picked up the wine and poured herself a cup.
She hoped... Wei Zhi could understand what she meant.
"Miss Lan Xing, accompany me to drink a few cups. I'm really feeling so depressed." Chu Qing first finished the wine in her hand and looked at Lan Xing pitifully.
No matter how cold Lan Xing's personality was, if the customer's request wasn't too excessive, she had to agree.
So, after the two of them drank about a pot of wine one cup after another, a flush had spread across Chu Qing's face.
Then... Chu Qing let out a couple of giggles and with a thud, she fell onto the table.
The dull sound made both Wei Zhi and Lan Xing wince.
When Wei Zhi saw the look in Chu Qing's eyes, she was initially puzzled. But later, seeing her keep drinking, she roughly guessed what her master was up to.
So, Wei Zhi said,
"My master has always had a low tolerance for alcohol. Moreover, today she talked about some sad things with you, miss. Now she needs to rest well. Miss, you can leave first."
Lan Xing looked at Chu Qing lying on the table, nodded in agreement, and then turned to leave.
She needed to report the situation here to her master.
...
After seeing the person leave, Wei Zhi gently patted Chu Qing's shoulder and deliberately softened her tone. "Master?"
Hearing this, Chu Qing slowly raised her head and shook it. Then, her hazy eyes gradually became clear when she saw that there was no one else in the room.
"Is master all right?" Wei Zhi saw that although Chu Qing's eyes were clear, the flush on her face still hadn't faded.
Chu Qing casually picked up the cold tea on the table and took a big gulp before replying, "It's okay. Let's go out and take a look."
After saying that, she took the lead and walked towards the door.
Seeing that her steps were light and she didn't stagger when walking, Wei Zhi finally felt relieved and followed behind her.
...
When Chu Zhan saw Lan Xing come in, he lazily looked up at her and slowly said, "How's it going?"
At this time, Lan Xing had changed her previous cold appearance and replied respectfully, "Young master, that person claims to be... the younger cousin of His Highness the Prince of Ning... and now he's drunk and resting in the room."
"What else did he say?"
"Not much. He kept asking which young masters in the capital like to come here. He said... he's hen - pecked and is afraid that an acquaintance will spread the news that he came to a brothel."
"Then... did you mention... me?" Chu Zhan had put away his previous nonchalant look, and now his voice carried a hint of coldness.
"Lan Xing didn't." Lan Xing was extremely nervous.
"I only didn't disguise myself for one day, and I still managed to attract the attention of someone of unknown identity. Also... you just said he got drunk and passed out?"
"Yes." Lan Xing replied honestly.
Chu Zhan frowned, and then as if he had thought of something, a sharp look suddenly flashed in his eyes. "Go back! He's lying to you!"