Chapter 2: Willing to be Bound by Dust and Smoke

  In this world, there's nothing that can't be gotten, only things that aren't wanted. If you want to get something, you have to get it thoroughly. If you think about getting something, you have to get the best. Ice and fire! Chinese romance novels updated first on 151+ Book Net, if you can't get it here, then destroy it, at least don't let your opponent get it.

  "Miss, everything is ready." A young maid in a green dress curtsied respectfully, not daring to look up at the woman in front of her.

  The woman inserted a jade hairpin into her hair, put away all the makeup tools, and smiled contentedly at the delicate smiling face in the mirror before getting up.

  The maid just now hurried forward to support her. The woman was wearing a plum-red blouse with a pink wide-sleeved long gown on the outside, and a light golden belt around her waist, tied with a bow in front, and draped over a plain-colored satin sash. Her long hair reached her waist, and her makeup was just right.

  She walked to the door and slowly took out a veil from her waist, covering half of her face before nodding to the maid to open the door.

  The woman lifted her foot and walked out, the old procuress seemed not to have expected that the woman would appear in such a half-concealed manner, but the cheers from the crowd made her nod quickly with satisfaction, twisting her fat waist and walking over, pulling the woman's hand, squinting her eyes and shouting.

  "Gentlemen, this is our new flower, Baiyu girl has greeted you all."

  As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of applause from downstairs, and all the guests on the floor focused their attention on Bu Yao.

  Other women all expose their faces, but this woman covers half of her face with a veil. Is she doing it on purpose or is there something hidden?

  Although it was so, because of this half-transparent veil, Bu Xiang looked like a celestial being, mysterious and beautiful.

  The men have multiplied several times over, eager to spend a good night with this beauty.

  Looking at these men full of themselves, Pei Yu gave a disdainful glance, but the corners of her mouth still curved up to a beautiful arc.

  Women always like to hear good words.

  With the old procuress leading the way, Bu Ya stepped down the stairs one step at a time. With each step, the applause and cheers grew louder, causing her heart to swell with pride as well.

  She didn't know where she came from, why she was here, or even her own name. The one she used today was just something the madam had picked at random, but she didn't mind it, and actually quite liked it. And now, with all this splendor, it was only a few days ago that she was still living in hell.

  That was a dark and damp room, where mice and cockroaches seemed to have the privilege of freedom, openly roaming around.

  In the corner was a bound Bei Yao, her clothes tattered and worn, her long hair covering her face, her head hanging down lifelessly as if she had fainted. Even when a mouse ran to her feet and nibbled at her toes, there was no reaction from her. This only made the mouse bolder, scurrying up her legs and into the torn hem of her skirt, beginning a round of playful exploration.

  It was as if she had been tormented by mice, and Bu Yao finally reacted. Her pale face behind her long hair furrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth twitched, causing some of the dried blood at the corner of her mouth to fall off.

  The mouse in the clothes was still haunting, the woman twisted her stiff body, trying to get the mouse out, but unexpectedly the mouse was quite stubborn, and in the chaos it scratched its claws fiercely. It got stuck in Bù Yáo's flesh and blood, causing Bù Yáo to bite his lip, and new blood slid down from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly lifted his head, revealing his entire face.

  Although all the makeup on her face has faded away, it can't hide her delicate small face, and instead makes her look even more pitiful.

  Bù Yáo was desperately trying to shake off the mouse on her body, when she suddenly heard footsteps outside. Her pale face turned even paler, and she stared at the door in terror.

  The door was pushed open with a "bang" by several robust men, scaring away the mice in the house.

  "Oh, the girl is awake." A sharp voice came from outside the door. Buxiao didn't need to guess who it was, it was the old procuress who had been trying every means to torment her these days.

  As expected, the old procuress walked in slowly with a feather fan in her hand, twisting her thick waist. Her face was so white that it seemed to have been coated with layers of powder, but this made her look even more like an old corpse. She had deliberately painted a willow-leaf eyebrow and applied purple eye shadow, which made her even more frightening.

  The old procuress looked at Bu Yao's haggard face and deliberately slowed down her tone. "What's the point of this? Women, you can only survive by relying on your body. Look, when men are happy, you can live a good life, not to mention that you'll be happy too. You're suffering for nothing, in the end, you'll still have to obey, think about it carefully, why not just give in and suffer less? Your body can't take much more torture."

  "Hehe... hehe" Bu Yao looked at the old procuress, her eyes full of sarcastic meaning, her aura suddenly strengthened, making people feel a chill run down their spines.

  Looking at Bù Yāo's smile, the old procuress knew that Bù Yāo still didn't have the slightest intention of submitting. She had seen countless people, and every hard girl who came to her would surrender within three days. But five days had already passed, from the day she bought this unconscious girl until now, it had been two months, yet Bù Yāo was the one who made her spend the most time.

  At this thought, the old woman got angry, put her hands on her hips, glared at her originally small eyes, puffed out her chest and walked up to pinch Xie Yao's chin, she was already fed up.

  "Girl, I've said good and bad words countless times, and I've used up all kinds of methods, but you haven't changed a bit. Even if it's Buddha, patience will disappear. This is the last time, give you one day, if you still don't change your mind, haha, I won't even let you get on stage."

  Bù Yāo slightly furrowed her brow, looking at the old procuress's face which had become somewhat distorted due to anger, and found it amusing, but she no longer had the energy to laugh.

  She raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you think that calling me to serve these little things will make me yield? Or directly giving me to someone, forcing me to be with them, would I just frown?"

  The old woman was shocked, her thoughts had been seen through, this was the first time. Not only had she been seen through, but also unexpectedly, Bu Yao could still say it so calmly.

  Actually, Pei Yao wasn't clear herself why she could speak so calmly, but seeing those little Sis with their faces covered walking in for that one minute, she had already guessed what would happen if she didn't yield. However, vaguely, it seemed like she was already used to this kind of environment, so she could remain calm?

  However, from the moment she opened her eyes, her past was a complete blank, and she only vaguely knew that she had been sold to this place without her knowledge. Now, she has become a prisoner of a lower class.

  With a sarcastic smile, she glanced at the old procuress and said, "Listen well, if Miss doesn't want to do something, even if you put a knife to her throat, it won't make a difference. However..."

  The old woman narrowed her eyes and looked at Bu Yao "What is it?"

  "Aren't you just wanting me to help you make money? What's difficult about that?" Bu Yao said lightly. "Only stupid women would only rely on their bodies to make money."

  The old procuress looked at Bu Yao, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes. After a moment's silence, she waved her fan and let him go. She wanted to see what Bu Yao was capable of, and if he dared to play tricks, it would be more painful than death.

  The building was called Zui Hua Lou, and every girl was named after a flower. However, Bu Yao refused to be named after one, thinking that flowers were common things and that men chasing after them was their nature. The madam couldn't persuade her, and in extreme anger, she grabbed a hairpin from the dresser and was about to throw it at her when she suddenly stopped.

  "Would you like some golden hairpins?"

  Jin Chai? Bu Yao looked at the old madam's hand holding the jade hairpin, slightly furrowed her brow, but that single hairpin kept shaking in her mind, after a long time slowly raised her eyes, lightly and calmly spat out two words "Bu Yao".

  With her exquisite piano skills and perfect singing voice, Bu Yao quickly gained the old madam's approval. Adding to that her elegant dancing skills, Bu Yao completely won over the old madam's favor. However, Bu Yao knew that this was still not enough. The old madam's favor was indispensable, but... it was still insufficient.

  In this Drunken Flower Pavilion, she wants to monopolize the flower crown and gain more people's favor, so as to build her own world. At that time, the first thing she will do is to find the old procuress to settle accounts.

  Since it's been decided, we must bring out something different from others.

  Don't look anymore, the women here like to wear flowers representing their names on their heads or embroidered with floral patterns on their clothes, with a strong scent of rouge and heavy makeup, although they are charming and seductive, but also fragrant.

  So she chose to make herself up. Her skilled makeup techniques had become second nature, although it was unclear where they came from. However, sometimes understatement is more welcome.

  The people below had almost gone crazy, and it was only a matter of time before they rushed up to lift the veil off Pei Yao's face.

  Seeing this scene, Bu Yao smiled with satisfaction, walked to the already prepared guqin, elegantly knelt on the tatami mat, stretched out her white jade-like slender fingers, and lightly plucked the strings...

  The sound of the qin was melodious and moving, captivating people's hearts. The audience below was first curious, then they all closed their eyes, listening carefully. Even those who were only there to have fun couldn't help but pretend to close their eyes, following everyone else's lead. Who knows what shameful thoughts were running through their minds?

  Bu Yao looked at all of this, her eyes revealing a self-satisfied expression. The people present were just some ordinary men, not what she wanted, but she believed that her talent would definitely be spread out and attract more talented nobles, and when the time came, it would be her world.

  She always believed that where there are men, there is a struggle for power and status. Getting the highest position means getting everything. What's the point of forgetting the past? How about drifting in the land of smoke and flowers? As long as she can get what she wants, anything goes. What she wants is not just to survive, but to live high above, with everyone's attention.