Chapter 432: Chapter 432

Mudan was somewhat disappointed, and rationality told her this disappointment was completely unreasonable. Could it be that she was so low as to hope others would want her to stay overnight?

"Mm, just this!!" Xiaoyao nodded. What he wanted Mudan to do was merely this.

He had thought about it, to obtain the information Qi Dongqiang knew, aside from using force, the simplest and best method was using a honey trap. Qi Dongqiang himself was a romantic man who should tell this information to Mudan, his old flame.

He had also thought that there was no need to deliberately ask questions, just bringing out that woman's portrait would suffice. The simplest approach was using the book he had written, acting as if he just happened to be reading it, then having it coincidentally discovered, and then acting according to circumstances.

Xiaoyao believed Mudan could do it and dig out this information. Most people in this industry were skilled at this, this was also why many forces used brothels as intelligence gathering points.

Xiaoyao also wasn't afraid Mudan would reveal anything. From Mudan's character and conduct, she shouldn't betray him, she would just take money and handle affairs. Brothel women were originally just acting anyway. As long as certain benefits were given, they would help with tasks.

This naturally also required Xiaoyao to have a relationship with her. If it were before, Mudan definitely wouldn't agree to this and might even tell Qi Dongqiang. Xiaoyao understood this, so he hadn't considered it.

But in the current situation, Xiaoyao had at least taught her things and given some favors, so it was somewhat different. She should be willing to help.

The result was just so, Mudan very naturally agreed to Xiaoyao's request. She didn't even need money, but she had one condition, and her expression was quite serious.

"What condition?" Xiaoyao asked, wanting to see what kind of condition it was. If it was within acceptable limits, naturally there would be no problem. Hopefully it wouldn't be some difficult demand.

"Teach me to practice qin." Mudan looked at Xiaoyao and spoke four words.

Xiaoyao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought it would be a heavy condition, why so serious? It's just practicing qin. This is very simple, but I can't possibly teach you for too long. There has to be a time limit."

"One year," Mudan raised one finger, looking at Xiaoyao weakly. She felt this timeframe might be rejected, but as a woman, she didn't care about that.

"... Don't have that much time. Ten days at most," Xiaoyao frowned. You really dare to ask, if it's , I might as well directly capture that Qi Dongqiang.

"Then half a year," Mudan continued looking at Xiaoyao weakly with a pitiful appearance.

"I think seven days would also be sufficient." Xiaoyao replied.

"... Never mind, then one month!" Mudan hadn't expected Xiaoyao to actually shorten the time further. She didn't mention three months and jumped directly to one month.

"Five days. Otherwise I seem to be at too much of a loss," Xiaoyao shook his head. He felt like he had taken the wrong route. Originally wanting to save effort, he discovered things became more troublesome, then still chose the effort-saving approach, but discovered things were still more troublesome.

Going in circles, he found that if he had initially chosen to do the troublesome thing, it would actually be more effort-saving than now. But if he did the troublesome thing now, it would be too much of a loss. He could only choose the effort-saving approach.

Sometimes things were , only at the end did you know you should have originally chosen the other option. But there was no chance to start over, only to continue forward.

At the same time, at this point you couldn't regret previous choices, you could only continue forward. Otherwise, choosing back and forth might be even more troublesome.

"Ah, then ten days it is," Mudan could only accept this. "No backing out, this is what you said before."

"Fine, ten days it is. After you get it done," Xiaoyao helplessly shook his head. Since he had spoken these words, he could only accept it. He should have said seven days earlier.

"So should we go to bed now, or chat?" Mudan looked at Xiaoyao, her face red with an alluring expression.

"Go to bed? No thanks, I'm leaving." Xiaoyao said.

"Ah, where are you going?" Mudan immediately asked.

"Of course leaving here. I haven't decided where to go yet, maybe back to the inn to sleep." Xiaoyao replied casually.

"Sleeping here is sleeping, sleeping at the inn is also sleeping. Why not stay here? Here you'd have me accompanying you, soft jade and warm fragrance, how nice." Mudan looked at Xiaoyao seductively.

"Staying here, I don't have that much extra money. Besides, I already paid for the inn, so not going would be wasteful." Xiaoyao waved his hand.

"..." Mudan hadn't expected Xiaoyao to refuse with such a reason. Would I really charge you money? Really now.

Wait, that's not right, if I don't charge money, wouldn't I be very low?

"Young master, you're so funny. You staying here doesn't cost money, and sisters would serve you." Mudan said. Whether low or not could go aside, first keep the person here.

"No cost? That's good then. I was originally thinking that if I taught you, going back and forth would be troublesome. I wanted to stay here, but feared not having enough money." Xiaoyao said very naturally, not feeling different because this was a brothel. The only difference he felt was that lodging fees here were higher. Now that it was free, naturally there was no problem.

"You coming to teach me qin makes you my honored guest... not that kind... anyway, you staying here, I won't let you spend money." Mudan said to Xiaoyao.

"That works. Check if that Master Qi is still there. If he's still waiting for you, do as I said. I'll leave first." Xiaoyao said, then prepared to leave.

"Where is young master going? Not staying here anymore?" Mudan said.

"Staying! A free place, how could I not stay?" Xiaoyao replied.

"I'm going to check out of the inn and get the room money back!"

Mudan was somewhat speechless. She didn't know how to describe Xiaoyao. Clearly a talented scholar with extraordinary qin skills, just with these extraordinary qin skills, countless people would invite him to perform, and money should come easily. How did he now seem so stingy... no, thrifty. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net

How could Mudan know that in Xiaoyao's own view, he was just a little servant. At the same time, his upbringing had cultivated the virtue of thrift in him. If he could avoid waste, he wouldn't waste. He had always relied on collecting these wasted resources to cultivate Guxing's current strength, plus his own.

"What are you all doing at the door?"

When Xiaoyao opened the door, he discovered a group of women still standing at the entrance, all the brothel courtesans who should have left earlier.

"Look, he came out! I won!" A girl shouted, while most of the women looked somewhat depressed and resentfully glanced at Xiaoyao.

What was this situation? Xiaoyao was somewhat confused by this scene.

"Just now someone was betting on when you'd come out. Everyone bet you wouldn't come out from inside, only Qingyan bet you would come out. Then you came out." Dujuan replied at this time. Since everyone was blocking here, she was naturally here too.

"Qingyan?" Xiaoyao looked toward that girl. This girl looked very pure, with a feeling of the girl next door, and her appearance was also top-grade.

Seeing such a pure girl in this kind of place might be strange, but considering this was a high-class brothel, seductive charm alone wasn't enough to satisfy those customers. There were all kinds, even people pure and ethereal like immortal fairies.

"Why did you think I would come out?" Xiaoyao asked strangely. If this Qingyan knew him, then understanding his character could be explained. But the current situation was that he didn't know this Qingyan at all, how could she dare bet he would come out?

Could it just be momentary luck, or wanting to sing a different tune?

"This... from young master's qin music, I could hear that young master is the type... how to put it... should say young master's character is free and easy, not constrained by anything, like clouds in the sky. We can see them but cannot touch them! How could someone like young master have any relationship with brothel women like us..." When Qingyan reached the end, she couldn't help showing a bitter smile, along with a feeling of inferiority before Xiaoyao.

Not just Qingyan, almost everyone here had this feeling of inferiority. They knew they were completely unworthy of this talented scholar with extraordinary qin skills before them.

"You're somewhat right, but also somewhat wrong. I'm someone who can be approached, a very ordinary person, not so high and mighty. Also, my name is Xiaoyao, Le Xiaoyao. I'll be here for the next ten or so days. If you need anything, just come find me. I'm not hard to approach." Xiaoyao smiled and said.

Being praised so highly was Xiaoyao's first time. They actually said he could only be admired from afar but not approached. Eh, that was wrong, that phrase described women. Anyway, that was the meaning.

Perhaps Xiaoyao himself didn't know that if he weren't a servant but a young master, he might now be that type of high and mighty figure that ordinary people couldn't approach. Not because he was arrogant, but because he wasn't someone ordinary people could follow.

He himself was also the type who didn't care much about anything. He wouldn't care how many people were around him, whether he had friends, lovers, or even relatives.

This wasn't to say he was aloof, but rather that while he didn't mind not having them, he also didn't mind having them. If someone was considered his friend, he would treat them as a friend, no worse than any friend.

Having them, he would cherish them; not having them, he didn't care, this was Xiaoyao's character.

It was precisely because of this that although Xiaoyao was always searching for his origins, he wasn't that concerned about it. It wasn't that he didn't value family affection, but when he was abandoned initially, that family affection had already been severed.