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This answer was no doubt not from Prince Rong. The latter said with a cold face, "Your mouth is quite firm. Don't you want to say it? Then continue the torture until you are willing to say it!"

Ruan Niang laid on the ground and didn't even have the strength to plead for mercy. Wei Jingcheng walked down and said, "My prince, you can't use torture anymore."

King Rong sized him up, "Since you're so protective, could it be that this old procuress is your sweetheart?"

"My lord, you must be joking." Although Wei Jingcheng was furious, he did not dare to flare up. He turned to King Rong and the King of Letters, who had yet to speak, and said, "If I did not protect Ruan Niang, it would really be like that. If I were to torture her again, it might cause some deaths, she is the Brothel Keeper of the Emerald Pavilion, and if there is anyone who knows of Jing Yu's whereabouts, it would definitely be her, if they were to die here, the clue would be broken.

Hearing him say this, even King Rong hesitated. He turned his head and asked, "Big Brother, what do you think we should do?"

The king slowly stood up and said, "Sir Wei's words make a bit of sense. Just do as he says and try again another time. We've already waited so many days, so let's wait a few more days."

"Alright, I'll listen to big brother." When they reached the door, Prince Rong could not think of a way to vent his anger, so he came back and kicked Ruan Niang a few times. Wei Jingcheng did not dare to stop them.

The sun was shining brightly on the outside, but it was dark and humid inside. The gap between the two was like two different worlds.

"Milord, save me …" Ruan Niang reached out to pull the corner of Wei Jingcheng's robe, but because of the severe injury on his finger, he couldn't bend it.

"Hai." Wei Jingcheng sighed, squatted down and took out the medicine bottle hidden in her sleeve, smeared the green ointment on her finger that was twice as thick as an ordinary person, "It's not that I don't want to save you, but that I can't. You saw the Duke Rong's attitude, they won't give up now that they've suffered so much."

The coolness of the medicinal paste caused the pain to lessen slightly. Ruan Niang braced herself and said, "I really don't know anything about what happened with Tutor Wang, nor have I ever seen Jingyu. I've been wrongly accused."

Wei Jingcheng gave a wry smile and said, "I believe you, but I'm not the one in charge right now. Just bear with it a little longer and this matter won't continue to be investigated endlessly."

"If... Prince Rong and the others aren't willing to let it go? " Ruan Niang pleaded, "Sire, please help me tell the young lady. The young lady is incredibly powerful. She will definitely be able to help."

Wei Jingcheng shook his head and said: "This matter involves several princes. I'm afraid even a lady would be helpless to help."

"No, the girl must have a way to save us." Saying that, she cried, "I really can't take this punishment, I'm afraid …" "It won't be able to take it."

Wei Jingcheng's expression changed as he coldly said, "You want to betray the young lady?"

Upon hearing this, Ruan Niang shivered and shook her head like a rattle drum. "How could I dare to betray Miss? I'm afraid I've been tortured too much. My mind is muddled, and I might have accidentally said something wrong."

Wei Jingcheng's expression softened, but his tone remained cold. "If you really want to preserve your life, and if you want to protect the Emerald Pavilion, then mind your own words!"

"I know!" Ruan Niang nodded her head like she was pounding garlic. With a bitter face, she said, "Sire, please help me inform the young lady. If the young lady really has no other choice, I will accept it."

Wei Jingcheng was afraid that if the investigation continued like this, the Pavilion of Emerald wouldn't be able to hold on and so he said one by one: "Alright, I'll go talk to the lady."

"Thank you, my lord!" "Thank you, master!" Under Ruan Niang's repeated thanks, Wei Jingcheng got up and left the dark, damp cell.

In the evening, a thunderstorm had dissipated the scorching heat. The cool evening wind carried the cool water with it as it blew through the streets of Jinling.

After the last rays of light in the horizon had been swallowed by darkness, a man in a green cap walked out from the back gate of the Jing Zhao Prefecture with his head lowered. He walked through one street after another until he came to a street.

However, all of this activity couldn't compare to the small building at the end of the street. One by one, silk red lanterns were hung from the eaves, exuding a bewitching glow.

"Miss Qing`er, we've already asked Miss Xinghe to count the number of times you've come here. Are you free today?" Several young men surrounded a maidservant dressed girl at the door, looking anxious.

The young woman called Qing`er apologetically replied, "My apologies to the young masters. As you all know, Miss Xinghe only meets with one person a day. Her appointment is already at the end of the next month, so I really don't have time to meet with her. You should all wait for next month."

"Next month is too long. We only need to listen to a song before we leave. Would Miss Qing`er be able to accommodate us?"

"It's not that this servant isn't willing to agree, it's just the rules of the Glazed Workshop. I hope that the young masters will forgive me, but the other young ladies are still free. If the young masters are interested, this servant can arrange things for you." Although Qing`er's words were polite, her attitude was extremely resolute. Anyone who asked about this' Miss Xing 'would agree with her words and refuse to back down. In the end, under the envious gaze of the crowd, a noble young master entered the Glazed Light Workshop.

Looking at this scene, an old man selling beans at a stall shook his head, "These people are too much. They spend money every day to close the door, but they are actually so happy that they don't get tired of it. They really don't understand.

Hearing his words, the person beside him laughed and said: "This is called Zhou Yu beating the yellow weasel; one is willing to take the bait; I have heard that the apricot girl is the leader of the glazed market, and listening to her play a song costs at least fifty taels of silver, and it will have to wait for half a month, or at most one to two months. Among the other girls in the building, the lowest asking price is at least ten taels."

"Fifty silver taels?" The old man taunted, "I can't even earn fifty taels of silver from selling the beans for a year. It's just a song, how could I become an immortal just by listening to it?"

That person pouted and said, "Which one of us is not a rich and powerful guest that can come to the Glazed Glass Workshop? In their eyes, fifty taels is equivalent to fifty taels of gold. As for that Miss Xing, I heard that several influential people want to take her as their concubine, but she refused to nod her head and chose to stay in the Glazed Workshop."

The old man scooped out a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer, sighing, "If you don't want to be a good man, why do you have to show off in this kind of place? I don't know what you're thinking." Saying this, he narrowed his eyes and pointed to the other side. "Look at that person. It doesn't seem like he's some rich person. Why did he go in as well?"

The man next to him looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a man in a green hat walk into the glazed market. He said with a disapproving tone, "Maybe he is a servant of some noble young master, or maybe …" If I have the money, I would rather go to the Emerald Pavilion or the Ten Thousand Flowers House. At least there are girls who can touch it.

The old man laughed and reprimanded him, "From the way you are usually so serious, I didn't think you would have such a plaything. Be careful not to let that bastard in your family find out, or else his ears will be ripped off."

That person shook his head and said, "Didn't you hear 'death by the peony flower, even a ghost would be amicable'?"