After Shen Xining finished speaking, the car jolted and the women in the car all screamed. Someone had blindfolded them again.
Then someone came and dragged the woman. The woman's crying was incessant. Shen Xining tried to stand up, but someone held his shoulders down. It was the coachman in charge of operating the carriage, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Girl, since you have not been chosen, don't try to be brave. You can't save anyone here, not even yourself."
The driver was right. There were several men standing beside Shen Xining, and several other men were standing on the side next to her. Several women who had not been dragged away were huddled together tightly, as if they were looking for the few senses of security. It was a very hot day, and because everyone was huddled together, Shen Xining was clearly sweating from the heat, but she felt cold all over.
It was unknown how long the carriage had been driving before it finally stopped outside the yard. Shen Xining and his group were pulled off the carriage, and the group of women who had been pulled off the carriage were also sent there, but these women had all been raped.
Everyone's hair was disheveled, and even everyone had a look of despair on their faces. Everyone's clothes were dirty. The officers and soldiers took everyone to a room nearby to rest and changed their clothes.
Shen Xining felt veins bulging on her forehead. She moved forward and wanted to curse these soldiers. They were clearly transporting people, so why did they do such a shameless thing? The soldiers stopped her and pushed her to the ground with malicious smiles on their faces.
"Why are you so excited? You also want to taste the feeling of being moistened, right? Hahahaha! We are happy to do it for you! It depends on whether you are willing to give us this opportunity!"
As he said that, the man was about to rush forward, but a calmer officer on the side reached out his hand to stop them.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing now? These few were picked out, and they are pretty. How could it be your turn? Aren't you crazy enough?"
The other people felt that they were unlucky and stepped aside. Shen Xining and the others were taken to a superior room respectively. She was dressed up carefully and it was difficult to tell whether the person in the mirror was herself or not. She had thin willow-shaped eyebrows and her originally upturned eyes now had a sense of delicacy. The blush on her face was created by applying rouge and powder.
Her fingers were also delicately decorated, and it seemed that she was going to entertain a big customer tonight.
The mother at the door was still talking happily.
"This one sent to us today is extraordinary. Even though my Wangchunlou has been open for decades, it is still a rare and exquisite item! After tomorrow, my Wangchunlou will restore its splendor and wealth that we have never seen in the past decades!"
Shen Xining felt sad in his heart. After several hours, someone finally came to take Shen Xining away from this room. The room they came to was a better one. Even in Kyoto and in the Shen family, Shen Xining had never seen such a good room.
There was no incense in the room, but the scent was full in the air. It seemed that this kind of incense was placed between the roof when the house was built. Sitting in the upper seat was a man who had never been seen in this county. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with long black hair draped behind him, and his eyes were full of disdain for a superior.
He looked at Shen Xining who was pushed in and raised his eyebrows.
"The new prostitute today? I heard she's unruly, but she's pretty. Can she sing?"
The man lifted her chin with the fan in his hand and looked at her with a scrutinizing look without lust, like a hunter looking at his prey.
Shen Xining pursed her lips and nodded.
"Yes. But I don't know where you are from, sir, and what kind of music you like to listen to?"
The man changed the direction of his fan and tapped it on her cheek, with a smile in his voice.
"Why, you are not an ordinary person, but you are asking about my origins? Do you want to know my identity? Hmm? Who sent you here?"
There might be a sharp weapon in the fan. Shen Xining could feel the fierceness of the weapon hitting her face, as if she would be killed by the man in front of her in the next second. Shen Xining leaned over the ground, speaking earnestly, with a strong tremor in her voice. Her whole body sank into the soft floor, and there was only a thin sense of Zen on her body. Under the dim light, her whole stature seemed even smaller.
"Please forgive me, sir. I was just captured from my home. My grandparents are the only ones at home now. I make a living by selling some fabrics. I don't know why I offended you. Today, I just hope you can let me go. I asked you where you came from just to please you."
The man seemed to believe it. He took back the fan that was on Shen Xining's face and nodded indifferently.
"Okay, I came from Kyoto, and I'm used to hearing the little songs in the palace as the emperor's reading companion. Now I want to change my taste. It depends on whether you can do it."
Shen Xining clenched her fists, sat next to the piano and smiled.
"Since you are willing to listen, even though I don't have much talent, I would like to make you laugh. Is that okay?"
The man closed his eyes leisurely. Shen Xining played and sang, but was looking for this man's weakness, wondering where she could give him a fatal blow that would not kill him but also prevent him from making any sound. At least, it would give her enough time to call for help.
However, before Shen Xining could find the man's weakness, he had already grabbed her wrist and hit her face with the fan in his hand without mercy. Shen Xining dodged it instinctively, but the fan brought a very strong wind and scratched the side of Shen Xining's face. Shen Xining stepped back, but was pressed directly onto the bed by the man. The man's strength was very gentle, and although he didn't have much power, he made Shen Xining unable to move.
"Your song is the most popular song in Kyoto recently. Are you testing me?"
As he spoke, he held Shen Xining's hand tightly, and after interlocking their fingers and feeling the softness of the woman's hand, he laughed out loud.
"Although you are a farm girl, you don't have calluses on your hands. I guess you haven't suffered much. How come the life of a farm girl is so good now?"
Shen Xining did not speak. She had never thought that she could deceive the man in front of her, but now that it was confirmed that this man was indeed from Kyoto, it was worth it. As the emperor's companion, who was instructing him to do this kind of business? Or who was his backer