Translated by Fairooz

Edited by SpeedDemon

Chapter 90. A princess’s woman will never admit defeat (18)

The hands under Yurong’s sleeves made a clicking sound.

"When are you leaving?"

"We have only listened to two pieces of music. No, we haven't even heard two full pieces, and you are so anxious to drive us away? I paid for this!" Chaoyang was unhappy. She didn't know what she did. How they had offended Master Yurong.

Normally, when she came during the week, she got to listen to five or six songs, but today he had only played two songs and was trying to kick them out. This hadn’t been cheap to arrange.

"I'm not feeling well today. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue. I hope Miss Chaoyang will take care of herself." Yurong said coldly.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Chaoyang asked.

Across the curtain, looking at the two unreal figures opposite, Yurong said expressionlessly, "Then please come again, Miss Chaoyang, but don't ask for me again. If you do, I won't come." Chaoyang immediately gave up.

Beauty was rare, and she still wanted to see it a few more times. For the sake of temporary excitement, she would lose future opportunities, so it would not be worth it.

"Then... you go down first, let us sit here for a while."

"Goodbye." Master Yurong hugged his harp, opened the curtain, and left without looking back.

"Haha." Chaoyang looked at Shi Jiu and laughed twice.

"Sister, you are so... able to bend and stretch. This is something that those who do big things... Hiss..." Shi Jiu was stuck, and then she nodded heavily and affirmed, "Good quality." 

"Haha, thank you." Chaoyang said.

After taking a sip of wine, the more she thought about it, the worse she felt.

She had come here many times, and every time she came, she asked for Master Yurong. Moreover, she did not touch Yurong like those other people, and she did not do anything to force him. Every time she came back, she would quietly listen to him playing something like High Mountains and Flowing Waters over and over again.

She thought that after so long, even though they didn't talk much, they could still be considered friends.

But today, in front of Miss Lin, Yurong refused to give her any face.

Chaoyang was very angry.

She spent so much, so much money, but in the end, some people didn't take her seriously, didn't even show a fake smile, but had even threatened her.

Too much.

She was a dignified princess. Outside, there wasn’t a single young man from an aristocratic family who was not trying hard to fawn over her.

Only here had she repeatedly hit a wall.

Chaoyang drank one cup after another.

Shi Jiu wanted to comfort her, but looking at her expression, she felt that it was better not to touch the powder keg.

She was afraid of an explosion.

The old procurer who was guarding outside saw that Yurong had left before the appointed time came, and was so frightened that he nearly flew out of his wits.

He pulled Yurong aside to ask.

"No, ancestor, when I asked you before to welcome the guests, I recommended making your expression look more pleasant. You don’t listen every time, walking in with an unfriendly expression. Did you get kicked out for your bad temper?" Ayan asked. He sounded anxious, lowered his voice and continued: "The lady inside is not an ordinary person, so you can't offend her."

Yurong snorted coldly, did not answer, opened his sleeves and left.

"No..." Ayan looked at his figure, then at the closed door, and stamped his foot.

"You really act like my ancestor, one who I could not afford to offend or repay even after multiple lifetimes."

The one inside was the true ancestral figure.

Ayan raised a smile, opened the door and went in.

"I'm sorry, you two. Yurong is not feeling well today. He didn't mean to leave early."

Chaoyang had already drunk two bottles of wine and her face was a little red. After listening to Ayan's words, she muttered: "It was on purpose. He also wants... I still want... to catch up with the guests."

"No, no, no, Yurong just felt uncomfortable, and he... said something wrong at the moment." Ayan waved his hands quickly. "Let's do this. I'll ask a few young men to come in and accompany you for free."

"A few crooked melons and cracked jujubes just want to fool me...well..." Shi Jiu stretched out her hands and covered Chaoyang’s mouth tightly.

"No, she's drunk. Our people are below. Go and call them up to help her. Thank you." Shi Jiu nodded slightly towards him.

"Ah... ok... I'll go down and call them right away... But about Yurong today..." Ayan asked tentatively.

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