Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 548 The Mystery of Bianjing: A Tale of Love and Debauchery (13 chapters)

Bianjing, Zuoxiang, Loudong Street, inside Feihua Pavilion.

"cough."

"My lord, all the girls are here." Manager Qian, who was in charge of arranging the staff in the pavilion, respectfully handed the roster to Fu Miao'an.

The slightly younger judge did not look at it, but handed it to his subordinate to verify.

His gaze swept over all the girls present, one by one. Most of them dared not meet his eyes, while some were lively and playful, staring back with charming smiles. This was a rare opportunity to catch their eye.

They were completely open-minded and believed they had done nothing to offend the other party.

As soon as Fu Miao'an appeared, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he came from an extraordinary family and was definitely not the kind of person who would put on airs.

Even ordinary official robes can exude an extraordinary aura when worn.

If you were to pawn such an inconspicuous accessory, you could probably buy several of the sisters from the pavilion in one go.

Even disregarding external factors, her appearance alone is enough to make many people drool.

The verification process didn't last long. Fu Miao'an's subordinates were highly skilled at identification, and they were able to accurately pinpoint the person simply by comparing their description with the description in the booklet.

Because we were unprepared

Most of the women were wearing makeup, making them even harder to recognize than usual.

Xia Youmi stood at the very back of the line, a move tacitly approved by Pan Lan, hoping not to attract too much attention. Since the investigation was expected to reach them around the sixth or seventh day of the lunar new year, she had made appropriate preparations, and her face now showed a more noticeable weariness.

She didn't look up, but every year she was able to help observe Fu Miao'an.

itself,

If Zhouyin and the other two are the main targets of detention, then the entire Feihua Pavilion will be taken away the next day.

However, it was foreseeable that, because of the emperor's announcement, far too many people, big and small, had come to join the fray. In order to clear the more powerful individuals of suspicion as soon as possible, the Kaifeng Prefecture had no choice but to determine who was superior.

also,

Although the people hired by the music troupe were a mixed bag, they basically had no opportunity to step into the front yard and approach Old Master Wen. The arrangement to separate the music ceremonies from the banquet indirectly helped to reduce suspicion, which is why they were arranged to be there until now.

Even without progressing to the next stage, it's safe to assume that the female lead and the others are still safe and sound, or at least not to the point of being tortured.

“...Miye.”

Xia Youmi snapped out of her daze and looked up, only to meet a pair of eyes that looked at her. The eyes held a complex and puzzled expression, without any particular surprise, stunned look, pity, or sharpness.

The shape of his eyes is pleasing to the eye. In addition, Xia Youmi concluded that this person is probably on the honest side.

The description in the text is vague.

She would find it difficult to judge whether future actions would avoid the same risks, and whether the risks should be categorized as enemy, friend, or neutral.

but now,

Let's leave it at that, we're not really enemies.

“These three stayed behind, while the rest were questioned and had their signatures signed by the officials.”

"Yes."

Xia Youmi and the other two were taken to the attic and interrogated by him alone.

Panlan lowered her worried gaze and simply smiled in agreement.

"My wife, it's your turn. Let me help you across."

Xia Youmi was assigned to the last seat. Upon hearing this, she was about to open the door when she bumped into a wall.

It wasn't a solid chest, but a human wall.

Seeing it every year doesn't mean you can predict the future.

therefore,

To ensure the authenticity of her performance, Xia Youmi did not check the group's whereabouts or conversations. Instead, she kept a close eye on them year after year, and would verbally remind them if anything affected her.

She was genuinely startled.

"Wife." Xinrong also gripped her sister's arm tightly, somewhat afraid but unwilling to back down.

Do these people walk without making a sound?

"Miss, excuse me, may I come in and have a chat?" Fu Miao'an didn't speak, but his deputy clasped his hands and smiled.

"Okay." Xia Youmi replied softly, fiddling with her handkerchief as she moved behind the door to make room for the group.

After Fu Miao'an strode in, everyone entered Mi Ye's bedroom one by one.

Four people came in, and two others remained outside.

It wasn't particularly luxurious, nor was it filled with boudoir items. The windows were slightly open, letting in a gentle breeze that carried a faint medicinal fragrance throughout the room. The scent was so pleasant that it left no trace of foulness.

Fu Miao'an's originally tough stance of cold interrogation naturally softened.

They did not refuse the tea that Xinrong had quickly brewed. The tea had a pleasant aroma, and the eldest of the four people took a sniff first, took a small sip, and nodded.

Xia Youmi was also sitting down, while Xin Rong, who was standing beside her, calmed down after making the tea.

The only other people seated were Fu Miao'an and the old man. The other two, one dressed in the official robes of a deputy official and the other dressed as a servant, were behind Fu Miao'an.

During roll call in the lobby.

Fu Miaoan saw no fear or unusual reaction from Mi Ye; she seemed completely unfazed.

He thought, those eyes, even without emotion, held an underlying sorrow that evoked pity. They held no intention of guiding him, yet somehow they could be misunderstood. Had his actions hurt her? Did he deserve to die for wronging such a beautiful woman?

Therefore, the person Qin Fang saw on the street was indeed his younger sister, Mi Ye.

But if the madam only picks out her natural dark color, without filling her with her own spiritual energy...

In that state, one cannot maintain their affection.

Most people will feel bored and annoyed after the initial excitement fades. Even the most charming and lovable person, who can't be coaxed, will ultimately be less valued than someone more lively and fresh.

These were all experiences that the master had gained from exploring the depths of people's hearts, which he taught to Fu Miao'an little by little.

He was also advised that if one is not truly committed, one should not be easily swayed by fleeting emotions. Only by maintaining mutual respect can things last. Those who casually betray others, regardless of age or gender, will eventually suffer unspeakable retribution.

Therefore, even though the household was anxious about his age and wanted to find him a suitable match, Fu Miao'an temporarily stopped them, citing official duties. Once his grandmother calmed down and listened to his words, she gradually stopped and hoped for a marriage to fall into her lap.

Otherwise, this stubborn child will really end up living alone like his master.

but,

Fu Miao'an's initial disappointment vanished the moment Xia Youmi was startled when she went out.

Her temperament leans towards melancholy and despair.

But in that one glance, the surprise that floated in her originally bright almond-shaped eyes was just right and gave her a soul.

What he saw was no longer a sculpted iceberg, but a person who was full of life and sweetness.

Is this the real Miya?

A strange question flashed through Fu Miao'an's mind, which for the time being had nothing to do with the Wen family case.

After a cup of tea,

He quickly recovered and his first priority was to have the old man take Mi Ye's pulse.

“Miss Miye, do you know that you were originally on the list of people hired by the music camp?”

at this point,

Panlan didn't give any instructions on how to say it. She certainly didn't want the sisters' selling point to be easily revealed. If she said she was practicing a cleanup routine, it would be clearly deceiving the music camp.

After weighing the options,

She could only nod slightly and say, "I...have thought about it."