Chapter 811: Chapter 811 Unlucky Chapter 811: Chapter 811 Unlucky “Why not?”

“Don’t ask why. You just can’t.”

Situ Yongjie felt helpless inside. As a grown man, he couldn’t possibly bring up the matters of the bedroom to his daughter, right?

“Is War Prince really as ugly as a ghost?”

“You girl, how did we end up back on this subject!”

“I’m just curious, Daddy. The War Prince wields immense power, and little sister doesn’t want to go to the War Prince’s Mansion. He must be terribly ugly, otherwise, with all the glory and wealth at his fingertips, there’s no way little sister would reject him outright.”

“That headstrong girl has grand ambitions! She’s set her sights on marrying into the Royal Family. She sure looks down on the War Prince. She should look at her own reflection in the mirror. Marrying the War Prince would be aiming high for her. At the end of the day, it’s all Lady Tang’s fault. I don’t know how she raises those children; not a single one has turned out well.”

“Huh? If that’s the case, what would we do if War Prince really sends someone to fetch little sister and she refuses to get into the sedan? What if the War Prince’s wrath falls upon the General’s Mansion?”

“If that day really comes, then we’ll just have to bind her and take her to the War Prince’s Mansion by force.” Situ Yongjie said decisively.

Well, there it is, the ruthlessness of a real father, dispassionate and always considering his superiors.

Qinger Building
These past few nights, the Qinger Building has been packed to the brim, with customers seeking pleasure without end.

Nanny Sun clutches a stack of silver notes in her bosom all day long, grinning so wide her teeth gleam.

While she’s overjoyed, the neighboring brothels have nothing to do but swat flies.

As evening fell and the nightlife had just begun, many young men in luxurious carriages arrived at the entrance of the Qinger Building, ready to step inside and find a beauty to spend the night with.

Just then, a scholar-looking man approached the entrance of the Qinger Building, wailing and bawling shamelessly: “Gentlemen, please, I implore you to judge my case. I’ve been wronged, wronged to the point of death.”

The clients about to enter Qinger Building halted in their tracks, gathering around out of curiosity.

Some asked inquisitively, “Brother, what happened to you? What’s making you weep and cause such a commotion?”

The scholar immediately broke into sobs.

It turns out his name is Zhang San, thirty years old this year. He had been unable to find a wife due to his family’s extreme poverty. Just a couple of days ago, he sold the family’s food supply for several taels of silver. Originally intending to buy some rice and a pound of meat to indulge a little, he felt an itch walking past the Qinger Building, with the silver burning a hole in his pocket. Thinking he was already thirty and had not yet tasted the pleasures of a woman, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and decided to step in and indulge once and for all.

After spending most of his silver, he finally sampled the flavor of a woman.

Though a good portion of his silver was gone, he still felt it was worth it.

After the deed, he scurried back to his empty old residence, contentedly munching on sweet potatoes every day, reminiscing about that night’s escapades at the Qinger Building.

However, a few days later, he started feeling something was amiss, plagued by an incessant itch down below. Swallowing his pride, he borrowed some copper coins from the neighbors to see a doctor.

After the examination, the doctor grimly informed him that he had contracted a venereal disease.

Hearing this, Zhang San was thunderstruck.

As everyone knows, such filth pain is commonly called syphilis.

At that time, syphilis was incurable.

Zhang San was desperate, never expecting his first visit to a brothel would end with syphilis. Such terrible luck was damn unfortunate.

After lying in a daze at home for three days and nights.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, realizing his money had not only been wasted but his life was now at stake.

In a fit of rage, he rushed over to make a scene at the Qinger Building.