The Cold-Blooded Prince's Seductive Consort

  In the midst of a commotion, a sudden burst of noise beside her ear made Jiu'er react before she could even process what was happening. She felt a rush of cold water pouring over her head, and her entire body was soaked. Driven by professional instinct, she instantly opened her eyes, sat up, and with a chill, swept the surroundings with a murderous intent.

  Several burly men stood in front of her, with a heavily made-up middle-aged woman standing beside them, holding a silk fan that she kept waving back and forth. When Jiu'er woke up, the woman spoke to the maid by her side: "Go tell Master Know-County that the person is awake."

  "Yes, mistress," the little maid hastily replied and quickly ran off.

  Jiǔ ér wàng zhe yǎn qián de jǐng xiàng, yǎn zhōng de hán liáng shā yì zǎo yǐ bèi dāi sù qǔ dài, zhè lǐ shì shén me dì fāng? tā bú shì yǐ jīng sǐ le ma?

  English Translation:

  Jiu'er stared at the scene in front of her, the cold and ruthless intent in her eyes had long been replaced by dullness. What was this place? Wasn't she already dead?

  "Hmph, you think that just because you've fainted, I'll be at a loss for what to do with you? Don't even think about it. Moreover, with your looks, if you behave yourself and wait patiently, you'll definitely become the top courtesan of this Qin Xiang Lou. At that time, silver will flow in like water, don't worry, I absolutely won't treat you unfairly."

  Yang said with a charming smile, but didn't think that the rouge on her face was too thick and heavy, and it actually fell off slightly.

  Jiuer glanced at Yang with a hint of understanding, and the room she was in was filled with ancient charm. A wooden dresser made of wicker wood held an octagonal copper mirror, while a black lacquered wooden cabinet stood nearby. A long table held a seven-stringed guqin, and the intricately carved bed had a pale pink canopy that fell to the ground, filling the air with a subtle scent of rouge and powder.

  It seems that she has indeed died, but was reborn in some other place or time and space.

  Old Lady Yang saw that Jiu'er was silent and still, which was a big difference from her previous crying and making a fuss. She thought that her words had taken effect, nodded in satisfaction, smiled even more deeply, and the wrinkles on her face were so deep they could squash flies.

  Just then, the little maid who had just run out came in and said to Yang's wife with a bow: "Auntie, the county magistrate was very happy when he learned that the person woke up. He said that if everything is alright, tonight will be as usual."

  Old Lady Yang nodded and pointed at the maid, saying: "Go and help her get dressed up, then take her over."

  The little maid walked up to Jiu'er's side, raised her hand wanting to help her up, but unexpectedly, Jiu'er didn't even look at her and stood up by herself.

  "Miss, come over here and let Pei help you with your hair," said the little maid, pointing to the dressing table.

  Yang's wife saw Jiu'er still standing there, motionless, and couldn't help but feel a bit impatient. She gave a signal to the two burly men beside her, who understood and took a few steps forward to stand next to Jiu'er. Before they could make a move, Jiu'er spoke up, "I can walk by myself."

  A good man doesn't take advantage of a situation where he has the upper hand, and she understood that principle.

  She walked a few steps to the dresser and sat down. The little maid, Lotus, stepped forward, her slender small hands began to fuss over Jiuer's head.

  "Hurry up, don't keep the county magistrate waiting", Yang's expression seemed to relax as she saw Jiu'er willing to cooperate, and she slowly walked over to the Eight Immortals table, sat down calmly.

  The octagonal copper mirror on the dresser was a bit yellowed, but it allowed Jiǔér to see clearly that this face, not hers, was absolutely stunning. No matter how many modern stars and beauties she had seen, she couldn't help but be captivated by this face.

  Her skin was as smooth and lustrous as freshly fallen snow, although it had a slightly pale and yellowish tint. However, this could not conceal her stunning beauty. Her eyebrows and eyes were like those in a painting, with a pair of bright, shining eyes that seemed to gleam like crystal, but also held a hint of coldness and indifference. The tip of her nose was small and delicate, her lips were a deep crimson, and her entire face was as lovely as a lotus flower rising out of the water, with an indescribable charm that lingered at the corners of her mouth.

  "Miss, you've finished dressing up, please go with Xiaobi to change into some clean clothes."

  A bright red dress wrapped around her small body, with shoulders exposed outside, a different kind of charm, but only Jiǔ ér knew that this body was only thirteen or fourteen years old, if in modern times, it would just be a junior high school student.

  Yang's nanny was originally a bit drowsy, but she only felt the red light in front of her eyes. After opening her eyes, she was even more stunned, although she knew that Chen Si had brought this time. The person is a rare beauty, although she has seen it before, but still can't help being fascinated.

  All the way, Yang's smile gradually opened up, still tirelessly "meticulously advising", while Jiu'er remained silent and followed beside her, actually thinking about how to escape in her mind.

  This time, she could be 100% sure that she had been reborn and reborn into the ancient times of N years ago, a thorough ancient times.

  "This time, don't be ungrateful again. The county magistrate is the richest master here, he spent 3,000 taels of silver to buy you. If you serve well, there will be more silver coins for you. Don't be at odds with money, or if you block my path, I'll make sure you can't swallow your own saliva."

  Kindness and intimidation were used in tandem, and they soon arrived at the so-called Magistrate's room. She stepped inside, and a wave of enchanting incense wafted towards her. The guards at the door only allowed her to enter, while Yang kept waiting outside, which was exactly what Jiu'er had hoped for.

  The censer in the house was faintly fragrant, a pair of red candles illuminated the room brightly, but Jiu Er's eyes gradually sank, becoming increasingly cold.

  I thought the county magistrate would be what kind of person, but unexpectedly, it was an old man with white hair, with wrinkles on his face that could pinch a fly to death, his triangular eyes were half-closed, and after seeing her, he revealed a lecherous look, his dry throat kept twitching.

  It's one thing for an ordinary man, but Yang's nanny actually gave hers to such a disgusting old man. Although she wouldn't really let anyone touch her, it was still a huge shame.

  With such a beautiful face, she was sold to an old man who had one foot in the grave for 3,000 taels of silver; it would be better to die.

  "Hmm... beautiful girl, have you figured it out?" The old man stood up and slowly walked to Jiu'er's front, his two O-shaped legs that the dogs could crawl through were actually trembling a bit. Jiu'er was really afraid that this old man would accidentally throw her to the ground and kill her.

  The old man also saw the look of disgust on Jiu'er's face, but he didn't seem to care at all. After all, with his cultivation level, even if Jiu'er's body was weak, he could probably kill him just by moving his fingers.

  Jiǔ ér xiǎng le xiǎng, dùn shí tígāo jǐng wèi, tā tōu tōu de sǎo le yǎn sì zhōu, yě bìng wèi fāxiàn yì cháng.

  English Translation:

  Jiu'er thought for a moment and suddenly became more vigilant. She secretly glanced around but didn't find anything unusual.

  "Beauty, this morning's good night was short, let's... just get straight to the point, hehe...", The old man had a lewd smile on his face, and couldn't help himself. His dry, wrinkled hands reached out to grab Jiuer's wrist. Jiuer tried to struggle free, but found her body soft and weak. She stumbled and fell towards the old man.

  The old man seemed to have been prepared early, opening his arms and catching Jiu'er straightly, only retreating a few steps.

  "Beautiful girl, why so impatient? I know what you're worried about. Although I'm old, tonight... will definitely make you satisfied, hehe..." The old man smiled slyly and with some effort, hugged Jiu'er tightly and slowly placed her on the bed, his eyes gleaming with shameless lust as they roamed over Jiu'er's body.

  No matter how hard Ren Jiu tried at this moment, he couldn't exert even half of his strength. He was going to die, and unexpectedly, he had been secretly calculated by an old man.

  Suddenly, Jiu'er felt a chill run down her body as the old man undid her clothes, exposing them to the air. Even if she had managed to keep her temper in check until then, this time she couldn't help but burst into flames of anger.

  "Beauty... beauty...", the old man was already attracted to Jiu'er's body, a pair of withered claws eagerly stretched towards Jiu'er's still undeveloped chest.

  Heavens, heaven, just let me die already.

  Jiǔ ér xiàn zài shì hèn tiān bù yīng ā, kuī dé tā céng jīng hái shì zǔ zhī de yī bǎ shǒu, kuī dé tā mǐn jué de tóu nǎo, kuī dé tā nà xiē kuáng wàng de zī běn, rú jīn zhè zhǒng qū rǔ, jiào tā zěn néng rěn shòu?

  Translation:

  Jiuer is now resentful of the heavens for not responding. Fortunately, she was once the leader of the organization, fortunately, she had a sharp mind, and fortunately, she had those arrogant capitals. Now, this humiliation, how can she bear it?

  Wherever the old man touched, Jiu'er felt as if countless ants had bitten her, and her stomach churned with a wave of nausea. Alas, she couldn't move her body, otherwise, she would have torn this old man to pieces to vent her anger.

  "Get out, get out... or else... or else...", Jiuer stared at the old man with an intense gaze, her eyes filled with a growing murderous intent. However, the old man seemed completely unaware of this and instead bent down to lick her after stroking her.