TSFLIP Chapter 869

Lord Song of the Western Depot—wasn’t that Song Wuxia?!

Fengguang’s first thought was of that damned eunuch. And then it hit her: she and Song Wuxia had a long-standing grudge. If he found out she was being forced to serve him, wouldn’t that give him leverage over her? She was the Crown Princess, for heaven’s sake!

“Let go of me—I’m not going!” Fengguang struggled fiercely. “Send someone else to serve Lord Song! I’ll pay you—just let me leave!”

“If we could change people so casually, do you think I’d still need to use you?” the still-elegant Madam Zhang said, fanning herself with a round fan. “At Lanyue Pavilion, there are only two women, in terms of looks and figure, who are worthy of guests that important. One was knocked unconscious by you, and the other is out parading as the Flower Goddess. Those men have extremely discerning eyes. If we sent just anyone to fool them, we’d be signing our own death warrant.”

“Then there’s no point in choosing me either! I’m a… a respectable young lady—no, I’m a proper married woman! I don’t do this kind of thing!”

“Oh?” Madam Zhang raised a brow. “You’re already married?”

“Yes! I’m married. My husband is looking for me right now—he’ll be here any moment!” Fengguang bluffed boldly. “If he sees you forcing an innocent woman into prostitution, he won’t let you get away with it!”

“Oh my, ‘won’t let us get away with it,’” Madam Zhang laughed, covering her mouth with her fan. “Little girl, you must be from out of town. Do you know whose business Lanyue Pavilion is?”

“W-whose?”

“General Li’s. You’ve heard of him, haven’t you?” Madam Zhang chuckled. “In this imperial capital, there are only three people we truly fear. One is His Majesty on the throne. Another is the incorruptible Prime Minister. And the last is Lord Song, the Director of the Western Depot. ‘Won’t let us get away with it’? Who exactly is your husband, that he has such power?”

Her husband was the Crown Prince.

She swallowed the words and didn’t say them. Even if she did, this woman wouldn’t believe her. And if word ever got out that the Crown Princess had been on a pleasure boat at Lanyue Pavilion, she’d never be able to clear her name.

“Since you’ve been married, that’s even better,” Madam Zhang went on casually. “If something really were to happen, well—you’re not untouched anymore. You wouldn’t need to mind, would you?”

Mind your damn business!

She was still a virgin, all right?!

Fengguang’s eyes darted around as she desperately searched for a way out. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up. As if she had resigned herself to fate, she obediently sat down in front of the dressing mirror and let the women apply her makeup. In the end, a veil was placed over her face.

Madam Zhang looked her over and praised her nonstop. “She really is beautiful. With the veil on, that air of mystery—even Bingqing would have to compete. All right, it’s getting late. Miss, you can go now.”

Fengguang stood up. Two women were still holding her by the arms. She said, “I’m willing to go. I’ll walk on my own. Could you stop escorting me like I’m a criminal?”

“Fine, fine.” Madam Zhang pointed at the two women. “You two, just follow behind her.”

The two women obediently took up positions behind Fengguang.

As they passed a table, Fengguang’s eyes flicked sideways. In a split second, she grabbed a wine jug with one hand and the candlestick on the table with the other. She splashed wine onto the curtain and then flung the flame after it. The fire leapt up instantly.

Madam Zhang froze for just a moment before snapping back to herself and shouting, “Grab her!”

Fengguang darted around the table, shouting as she ran, “Fire! There’s a fire! Someone, come help put it out!”