Qianqiu Yuebie Wujiang Zhacai: "My dear host! I was not expecting you to be this sick!"
Rimu Xieyang: "Wuwuuuu! Our lecherous host is now operating the train of perverseness. What do you guys hear?"
Toudu Feiqiu: "The sound of a pervert!"
Shilian Zhenxian Lianmeng: "I must be drunk. To think I'm watching a female host trying to be a real hooligan _(:з)∠)_"
Baigui Yexing: "Hooligan? If my boyfriend could be like the host––no, at least 10% of how she is––I would have sex with him everyday. You guys don't understand how cool that is!"
Jiang Pengji always complained that her channel was filled with perverts, but she had never thought that birds of a feather flocked together. A host like her attracted like-minded viewers.
She passed the time by drinking her tea and reading the comments. Behind the folding screen, the soft rustling of cloth gradually grew quiet.
Not long after that, the folding screen was slowly pulled away to reveal Xia'er in a new outfit, but her blush was still prominent on her cheeks.
"Langjun, my body is not up to it today. I don't think I can serve you well."
Chun'er hurriedly said, "If Langjun doesn't mind me, then…"
Jiang Pengji shook her head and the other girl paled. "I think you're both mistaken. I did not mean that." Jiang Pengji gestured for the girls to sit with a gentle expression. "To be able to look at you two is enough for me. If I had any ulterior motives, wouldn't the peace be broken? It's easy to get pleasure, but harder to find someone who understands."
The two girls were still young; the brothel keeper had bought them when they were very young. She had trained them and they had spent a few years in their line of business. They had seen all sorts of people and they could tell whether or not someone was being truthful.
In a world where one had to act to survive, the girls had it down pat. They would not be easily fooled into thinking a man really loved them. They had heard all sorts of sweet talk on a daily basis and had treated it as idle chatter.
But Jiang Pengji's words made them believe her. When they regained themselves, they felt that something was amiss.
The older Xia'er gave a grim smile and said, "I'm just a girl working in a brothel. I'm not worthy of Langjun's praise."
"People say that beauty is on the inside, not the outside. But I think that beauty is in the heart. A beautiful face is given to one by their parents and no one can change that, but morals and ethics are something picked up later in life. Both ladies are well-versed in worldly affairs and are very sincere… How is this not beautiful?" Jiang Pengji's words were not just praises. She had said them based on her observations and facts.
Brothel girls were normally raised there. Unless they were exceptionally beautiful or had potential, most of the girls were used as maids. At every turn, they were beaten and scolded. To be blunt, they were the lowest on the food chain. They had to tend to all sorts of customers and even tolerate it when they were taken advantage of. Some of the girls were even bullied by the prostitutes they served. If a girl was unlucky, she could even lose her life to some ruthless person.
Jiang Pengji had a good nose. The maid who had served her and her father earlier had a medicinal scent to her. The girl's steps were sure and stable, but her upper body's balance was unnatural––maybe the girl was injured and had applied some medicine.
As Jiang Pengji was still unfamiliar with their era's medicines, she was unable to sniff out the medicine's components. One of the scents smelled like an ingredient used in the Liu's second lady's medicinal soup. The cost of that ingredient was not particularly high, but it was not something a maid could easily afford.
If the brothel cared about the maids so much that they would let them use medication, then why would they allow their customers to hurt them?
Something did not add up.
If it's not made by her, nor is it from the brothel… Where did it come from?
Jiang Pengji got her answer when she smelled the unique scent that Chun'er had mixed on her own.
When she arrived in the room, she had noticed a small wooden box that was not closed fully on a chest in the corner of the room. The mystery finally revealed more answers.
Whether Jiang Pengji lent her a hand for charity or for empathy, to be able to lend aid to those in need was still kindness.
Chapter end
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