1070 Beautiful Women Suffer Unhappy Fates
"You don't know how to appreciate a favor! This is His Excellency the Cult Master! Hurry over and wait upon him!" Zheng Cao berated with a frigid expression, turning to smile obsequiously at that cult master afterwards. "Please do not mind, Cult Master."
The cult master indifferently looked up at the doorway where Miss Ran stood.
She was an 18 to 19-year-old young lady. Unlike the other gorgeously dressed females in this parlor, she dressed tidily in simple colors.
Her light-colored robe was unlike the other courtesans' that exposed their fair and slender thighs.
This Miss Ran covered herself up very modestly.
Her eyes weren't all that pretty, but when combined with her other facial features, they exuded an attractive charm.
It seemed this Miss Ran possessed a different kind of proud and graceful bearing.
The procuress's expression froze, and then she immediately mediated with an ingratiating smile, "Honored guests! Our Jade Hue Parlor's Miss Ran is not one of the other girls in the parlor. Miss Ran is like her name denotes, clean and untainted by even a speck of dust. It is fine for her to play the zither and sing, but as for anything else…"
Clang! Sweeping the wine flask to the ground in anger, Zheng Cao stood up and cursed at the procuress, "Why are you brothel keeper so untactful! I'll let it pass when you shirk us off ordinarily! But you dare be so impudent in front of the cult master? You truly don't want your life, is that it?"
"A mere courtesan of a parlor dares to be so pretentious?" Sir Huang also chimed in after burping.
The procuress paled in fright.
She was merely a normal person. Even though she had seen her fair share of nobles, State Uncle Zheng's wrath terrified the procuress due to the presence he had accumulated from his former power and influence.
Zhao Qiran spoke faintly, "Withdraw first. I can take care of things here."
The procuress promptly nodded, glancing at her worriedly before leaving the private room. Afterwards, she rushed toward the backyard.
Raising his gaze, the cult master stopped on her leaving figure for a moment.
Subsequently, he retracted his gaze and scrutinized Zhao Qiran, yet he involuntarily found it amusing when he saw that this young lady had stiffened her body and pulled her lips into a frown. He then flicked his sleeves lightly with untrammeled spirit. "Pour the wine."
Zhao Qiran sat down stiffly beside the cult master and obeyed his instructions, pouring him a cup of wine without averting her gaze.
The other people all looked at her in astonishment.
As Sir Huang lecherously fondled the woman in his arms, he looked back and couldn't help but guffaw. "Cult Master actually likes this kind of girl? I see that she is not as good as the one in my arms. Look, look, she is dull and wooden without displaying the slightest emotion. While this Luye beside me is so nice: obedient, lovable, and sensible. She totally knows what it means to wait upon someone."
That woman called Luye peered at Miss Ran with slight awkwardness.
Her status couldn't even be compared to a single strand of Miss Ran's hair, so it was not surprising that Miss Ran's expression was a bit unsightly.
The cult master chuckled, standing up after three cups of wine. "This cult master and Ran'er will be leaving first."
While waggling their eyebrows, the other people exchanged a "everyone understands" look and chortled vulgarly. "Okay, okay. Miss Ran, you had best serve His Excellency obediently. If there are any mishaps, careful with this dainty and lovely body of yours."
Zhao Qiran's body was super taut.
Cult Master found the sight amusing, but he didn't say more, directly dragging Miss Ran away.
