Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 197 No choice

There is no room for maneuver in today's situation. If he does not agree to this marriage, he will never be able to leave this courtyard.

Tang Jingchen swallowed the bloody breath rising in his chest, as if he was holding a razor blade. Every word he said was extremely difficult, "I have no objection."

"Hahaha, you two can be considered a perfect match, a match made in heaven. When Miss Wu marries into the Tang family in Shangjing City, I will definitely go and ask for a glass of wedding wine."

"Thank you for your grace, Your Highness!" Wu Qingqing stopped crying, blushed, and leaned over to thank the Eighth Prince.

The storm ended just like that.

The Eighth Prince left leisurely, followed closely by Wu Zinian and Madam Wu.

Soon there were only a few people left in the courtyard.

After Wu Qingqing wiped the remaining tears from her face, she was helped by her maid and stood up tremblingly.

She looked at the man who was standing straight beside her but did not reach out to help her. A trace of guilt briefly crossed her mind. This man must hate her very much at this moment.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Don't blame me, I have no choice. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame the fickle fate for not favoring you and me.

She turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly heard the man's mocking voice, "Ms. Wu, you have gone to such great lengths to marry me. Aren't you afraid that even if you marry into the Tang family in the future, you won't get the life you want? What good ending can a wife who is hated by her husband have?"

Wu Qingqing's body swayed unsteadily for a moment, her chest heaving violently. In the end, she couldn't hold back her grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes again. But soon, she suppressed the helplessness and grievance in her heart, revealed a firm and resolute expression, and sighed softly, "I have no choice." After that, she left quickly without looking back.

The courtyard fell into deathly silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Jingchen stood in the night like a sculpture, his eyes as cold as ice, without any warmth. The moonlight shone on him, casting a long shadow, making him look particularly lonely and desolate.

Shuner looked at his young master, feeling so distressed that he could not speak. He walked forward and said carefully, "Young master, please don't be like this..."

However, before he could utter the words of comfort that he had racked his brains to come up with, he heard his young master's voice as if it was filled with ice. The voice was cold and heartless, making people feel cold.

"Tomorrow morning, go and gather all the shopkeepers and employees of the Tang family's businesses in Huaiyang City. I have something to arrange."

Shun'er asked in surprise, "If all the shopkeepers and employees are summoned, then doesn't that mean we can't open the shop... to do business?"

Shun'er's second half of the sentence gradually died down when he saw his young master's gloomy gaze, and then he hurriedly responded respectfully, "Yes, when the cock crows tomorrow morning, I will go and inform all the Tang family's shops in Huaiyang City to close for a day."

Shun'er had never seen his young master so murderous before. When he was a little closer, he could feel the chill from the young master. He was frightened and trembling with fear, fearing that he would accidentally make the young master angry.

After a moment of silence, Shun'er heard his young master's rather unwilling but forbearing voice again, "There is another matter tomorrow..."

That night, Tang Jingchen couldn't fall asleep. He sat by the table, stroking the piece of red fire jade that he had stroked thousands of times.

The bed was already brand new, Shun'er had cleaned up all the messy beds, but Tang Jingchen still didn't want to lie on it.

He recalled every detail of when Wu Qingqing came to bring him the bowl of soup, trying to recall his perception after he fell into a coma.

Unfortunately, he only remembered walking to the bed, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

But if he really did something to Wu Qingqing, even if she was drugged, he would definitely not be completely unaware of it.

Thinking of this, Tang Jingchen's fingers touched the buttons of his collar. After he took off all his clothes, he carefully searched every inch of his skin for suspicious marks.

Finally, he breathed a long sigh of relief. The question he had been wondering about just now now had the answer in his mind.

With this answer, he felt confident and he would find out the truth at all costs!

Suddenly, he remembered Wu Qingqing's helpless and sad sigh before she left, "I have no choice."

No choice...

Didn't she want to marry him because of his wealth and status, so she framed him?

Or is there some other hidden secret?

When Shun'er came in again, he was so shocked by the naked appearance of his young master that his eyes widened into bells. After a long while, he ran to the young master with a crying voice, "Young master, please don't scare me. How did you get so upset? Wuuwuwu..."

Shuner picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on his master. He looked at his master's face carefully, feeling very distressed and scared, thinking that he must be crazy...

At this moment, Shun'er was even more uneasy than when he found out about the ridiculous things the young master had done. If the young master really had mental problems, how would he explain to the master and his mistress?

Just when Shun'er was still thinking that he was going to be beaten to death by the master and his mistress, he was suddenly hit on the forehead, followed by the impatient voice of the young master, "What are you looking at? Go get some hot water, I want to take a bath."

Huh? The young master looked like he was ready to kill someone just now in the yard, but how come he is much calmer now after taking off his clothes...

"Oh, it's the young master!" Shun'er seemed to become impatient when he felt the young master's gaze on him, and quickly ran out of the room to get hot water.

It was not only Tang Jingchen who had not slept all night, but also Xiao Guoer.

She didn't know how she got back to the room. She was floating like a wandering soul, with a heavy head and light feet. Her heart felt as if a hole had been cut in it and was bleeding and in constant pain.

When she finally sat on the bed, she seemed to have lost all her strength and fell limply onto the bed.

Soon, a suppressed cry was heard from the soft bed. The cry was small at first, but later it seemed that it could no longer be suppressed, and the sound became louder and louder until it turned into a loud cry.

Her cries were like a flood that burst its banks, pouring out of her throat continuously. The sadness seemed to overwhelm her and she was unable to extricate herself.

She didn't know how long she cried. It seemed as if all her tears had dried up. She didn't have the energy to cry anymore and her head was splitting.

Unable to cry anymore, she sobbed aggrievedly, her thin shoulders trembling constantly, revealing endless pain and sorrow.

Until the end, her big eyes were swollen from crying, like two pink peaches, and she could not open them anymore. She finally closed her eyes and rested for a while.