Reborn: The First Rank "Madam"

Reborn: The First Rank “Madam” – C190

C190 – Take Your Son to the Brothel

The golden bed canopy swayed gently, echoing subdued murmurs that lingered in the empty chamber.

The censer emitted a captivating, sensual aroma unique to the imperial palace, both arousing desire and preserving vitality.

“That’s enough! Release me!” A gravelly voice demanded, followed by a deeper tone. “It’s been days since I last saw you. Do you miss me?”

“Hah, the emperor certainly has a way with words!” Cao Zongguan retorted sarcastically, his lips drawn into a thin line, secretly hoping he’d never encounter her again.

Zhan Yuanfeng dismounted but refused to let go. He embraced him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder and inhaling deeply.

Even to his surprise, he found himself enamored with this scent in such a short span. The subtle blend of feminine and masculine aromas rendered him unable to resist.

He had assumed his interest in men would wane after a trial, yet to his disbelief, it only intensified over time.

Thankfully, their agreement spanned three years, not three. Otherwise, he might have tried to prolong their arrangement when the time came.

Zhan Yuanfeng tenderly stroked Zhan Yuanfeng’s smooth skin, finding it rough to the touch. It lacked the softness of a woman’s or the delicacy of a young man’s, yet Zhan Yuanfeng couldn’t bear to let go.

“I heard you’ve joined the Crown Prince’s entourage?”

Aware that every move he made was under scrutiny, Cao Zongguan’s nonchalance belied the reality. “If you know, why ask? Or perhaps… does the Emperor deem this commoner unworthy of the Crown Prince’s circle?”

“You’re overthinking. I’m merely inquiring. Besides, with your intellect, you needn’t associate with such circles.” Zhan Yuanfeng caressed Cao Zongguan’s back, only to be rebuffed.

He detested being treated like a woman, whether in bed or through such overt displays of reassurance.

“This commoner also caught wind of some news…” Cao Zongguan extricated himself from the embrace, sat up, and donned his attire one piece at a time. His tone turned icy. “Rumor has it the Emperor hasn’t visited the harem in a month, and the gossip outside is rather unflattering.”

“Oh?” Zhan Yuanfeng interlaced his fingers behind his head, casting a disappointed glance at Cao Zongguan’s well-covered back. “Are you pleased about that?”

Cao Zongguan paused, puzzled. “Why would I be pleased?”

Zhan Yuanfeng’s fingers trailed up his back, exploring each vertebra. “Because I love only you. How many concubines in the harem yearn to be my exclusive companion?”

A sense of humiliation washed over Cao Zongguan’s face, mingled with self-mockery. “This humble one is unworthy!” He silently wished for Zhan Yuanfeng to find a new companion swiftly, regardless of gender, if it meant escaping his current plight.

Zhan Yuanfeng wrapped his arm around Cao Zongguan’s waist, pulling him close. “So, what else have you heard? Do you know why I’ve been out of favor for a month?”

Cao Zongguan’s retort dripped with sarcasm. “I suppose you’re not interested in knowing.”

“But it seems you wish to discuss it.” Zhan Yuanfeng was aware of the swirling rumors within the palace, acknowledging his recent behaviors as overly extravagant. Given his previous demeanor, such actions seemed inconceivable.

Yet, whenever the chambermaid propositioned him for the night, Zhan Yuanfeng found himself disinterested, captivated instead by Cao Zongguan’s robust physique.

This signaled a concerning development. Zhan Yuanfeng released his grip around Cao Zongguan’s waist, summoning someone to attend to the tidying.

Seizing the opportunity, Cao Zongguan slipped off the bed, donning his boots and collecting his scattered garments. He had grown accustomed to this routine since his initial feelings of shame and indignation within the palace.

However, the primary reason was the meticulous selection of palace attendants by Zhan Yuanfeng. They discreetly averted their gaze from what they shouldn’t witness and refrained from speaking unwarranted words. Their composed demeanor spared him from uncomfortable scrutiny, allowing him to maintain his composure.

“Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now. May you rest well.” Cao Zongguan eagerly sought to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the palace.

Initially, he had stayed until daybreak, but with time, he abstained from spending nights in the coveted dragon bed.

Acknowledging his preference, Zhan Yuanfeng didn’t insist, merely instructing two attendants to escort him out.

“As the Crown Prince, it’s wise to acclimate. Many among them will shape the future imperial administration, thus forging friendships would serve you well.”

Cao Zongguan’s body tensed. He scarcely believed his ears. Was he being released? Relief flooded through him, prompting a sigh of gratitude.

Sensing the shift in mood, Zhan Yuanfeng felt a pang of discomfort. Anger etched his features as he cautioned, “You are forbidden from leaving the capital. Return as you wish!”

Aware of his lack of recourse, Cao Zongguan saluted and departed swiftly, despite his weakened legs.

After his departure, Zhan Yuanfeng shattered a teacup, issuing a stern warning to the servants, “Should anyone dare to divulge the affairs of my chamber, regardless of their rank, none shall escape punishment!”

All the palace staff knelt in unison. “We heed your decree!”

It wasn’t due to neglect but rather his own carelessness. Despite the obedience of his servants, it was impossible to guarantee absolute secrecy.

While Zhan Yuanfeng didn’t mind exposing Cao Zongguan unprepared, it could prove detrimental to his reputation.

Having promised Cao Zongguan the chance to sit for the imperial examinations in three years, protecting his reputation became imperative.

However, the following night, as he entered the once familiar palace, he found himself devoid of the desire to engage with the gentle, affectionate woman expressing her longing for him.

Her excessively delicate features and soft voice only fueled his displeasure. How could someone once so genuine now appear artificial?

Meanwhile, far from Crane City, Lu Zheng remained oblivious to Zhan Yuanfeng’s inner turmoil, preoccupied with his own affairs. Invited to Crane City’s renowned restaurant, he found himself among the city’s officials, receiving their hospitality.

Zuo Shaoqing was absent from Lu Zheng’s company. Among the civil and military officials accompanying him, Vice Minister Liang was the exception. Rumors regarding Master Lu’s marriage to a man had circulated among Crane City’s officials.

Initially, some mistook Vice Minister Liang for the rumored Duke Zhen’s elegant and refined spouse due to his distinguished demeanor while accompanying Master Lu. Only upon introductions did they realize his actual role as Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Works.

“Master Lu, allow me to offer a toast. I deeply regret my inability to receive you promptly yesterday. Please permit me to personally serve three cups!” Lin Zhihao maintained his affable smile without faltering.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Liang Qi casually remarked, “Upon my arrival in the city, I heard of Prefect Lin’s recent efforts in managing Crane City’s affairs. Given your busy schedule, let’s forgo any superficial courtesies.”

“Gifts should not be disregarded. It was my oversight.” Lin Zhihao rose, respectfully bowing to Lu Zheng as a gesture of apology.

Liang Qi raised an approving eyebrow, praising, “Prefect Lin’s conscientiousness is truly commendable and beneficial to the populace.”

Lin Zhihao blushed; anyone would feel gratified under such praise. He modestly responded, “I dare not claim such merits. I merely strive to fulfill my duties.”

Employing his eloquence to the fullest, Liang Qi soon began addressing Lin Zhihao as his brother.

Initially, Lin Zhihao hadn’t harbored strong opinions about the indolent Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Works, considering the mixed perceptions circulating at court. His understanding of Liang Qi was limited to hearsay among colleagues.

Yet, when Liang Qi became earnest, not only was he articulate but his demeanor was also exceptional, easily altering one’s initial impressions.

At this juncture, both he and Zuo Shaoqing possessed distinct advantages. Zuo Shaoqing’s pleasing countenance effortlessly garnered goodwill, even with mere presence and smiles.

“I’ve heard of Vice Minister Liang’s expertise in weaponry. Unfortunately, I’m not knowledgeable in that field. It would have been a pleasure to discuss and learn from you.”

“Every field has its specialists, but tonight, let’s confine our discussion to lighter topics. Prefect Lin, spare us the mundane affairs; they’re rather dull.”

“Haha… Yes, indeed. Let’s drink!”

Liang Qi playfully rolled his eyes, casually draping an arm over Lin Zhihao’s shoulder as he remarked, “Merely drinking wine is too mundane. Does Crane City boast any renowned ‘establishments’?”

As a civil servant, Lin Zhihao understood the implied meaning behind Liang Qi’s words. However… Glancing at Lu Zheng, he pondered whether to visit a brothel or a teahouse.

Since officials banned prostitution in the capital, Liang Qi had led a restrained lifestyle. Despite having a few concubines, they couldn’t match the allure of wildflowers.

Observing Lin Zhihao’s hesitation, Liang Qi remarked candidly, “Pay no mind to Master Lu; he’s strict with propriety. Let’s find some amusement for ourselves.”

Lin Zhihao chuckled awkwardly, reassessing Liang Qi. Regardless of his methods, discussing Master Lu in such a tone implied an extraordinary relationship, rooted in deep connections.

Lu Zheng didn’t impose restrictions on officials’ activities, particularly the generals. As long as they remained outside the military camp, Lu Zheng paid no heed to their whereabouts or activities.

Upon his return to the Cao Sect, he discovered that the two confiscated ships had been released. Wu Tie nodded stoically, discerning from Lin Zhihao’s demeanor earlier that there was no intention of discord.

Zuo Shaoqing amused himself in the garden with Lil Thing, the activity serving not only for entertainment but also to hone his reflexes.

Observing Zuo Xiaolang’s proficiency in learning despite his slow social interactions, he acknowledged the necessity of such skills for survival in the wilderness.

“Back already? Where’s Liang Qi?” Zuo Shaoqing inquired, puzzled by the absence of the usually boisterous companion.

Lu Zheng replied truthfully, prompting a quizzical response from Zuo Shaoqing, “Why didn’t you join him?”

“You want me to accompany him?” Lu Zheng diverted Zuo Xiaolang’s attention away from Zuo Shaoqing’s lap with one hand, while the other showcased a bracelet adorning his wrist, his smile carrying a hint of significance.

Zuo Shaoqing nodded in agreement, jesting, “But you must bring this lord along!” The notion of a husband and wife attending brothels together seemed appealing.

Lu Zheng hesitated momentarily before acquiescing, “If you wish to go, then let’s.”

“Huh?” Zuo Shaoqing rubbed his ears, sensing an anomaly in Lu Zheng’s response.

“Aren’t you changing attire? You can’t go out dressed like that,” Lu Zheng remarked, tugging at Zuo Shaoqing’s pristine white garments. Aware of Zuo Xiaolang’s playful nature, Zuo Shaoqing had prepared numerous lightweight outfits.

Hurriedly, Zuo Shaoqing darted into the room and emerged wearing an elaborately embroidered robe adorned with golden motifs, presenting a strikingly affluent appearance.

Seeing Zuo Shaoqing’s resplendent attire, Lu Zheng instantly regretted his decision. With his spouse’s dignified presence, it would be a delight for admirers at the brothel.

“I suddenly feel a bit fatigued. Perhaps we should postpone our visit,” Lu Zheng suggested.

Zuo Shaoqing cast a dubious glance, his smile tinged with irony, “Does Master Lu find that believable?” Given Lu Zheng’s robust constitution, fatigue seemed improbable.

Seizing an opportunity, Lu Zheng directed Zuo Xiaolang out, “He should rest as well.”

“With Lil’ Liu around!” Just as Zuo Shaoqing was about to summon Luo Xiaoliu to take charge of the bottle, Zuo Xiaolang clung tightly to his leg.

“Hmm?” Bending down, Zuo Shaoqing met Zuo Xiaolang’s bright, eager gaze, suddenly comprehending the child’s intent.

His lips twitched as he gently explained, “You can’t come along. You’re still too young.”

Zuo Xiaolang maintained his hold with an expression that conveyed, “No way without me,” much to Lu Zheng’s satisfaction. He found the little one rather useful.

“How about… we take him with us?” Zuo Shaoqing suggested, directing an inquiring gaze at Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng’s lips twitched in response. “Are you certain? Bringing a toddler to a brothel? Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“He’s unaware of anything,” Zuo Shaoqing reassured himself, attempting to justify their actions as mere observation and enjoyment, devoid of any shameful activities.

Lu Zheng’s eyebrows twitched, finally uttering, “Your call!”