Chapter 2727 Hundred Flowers Tower

An old nanny dressed in red and green, with heavy makeup, a large red flower on her head, grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. She said to the steward with her fat jiggling as she smiled, "Steward, our Hundred Flowers Tower is undoubtedly ranked first. Other places, like Yihong Brothel, can’t compete with us for girls. We should have the first pick. What do you think?"

She even twisted her bucket-like waist a couple of times as she spoke.

Seeing this, everyone wanted to vomit.

This old nanny was not just old; her voice was disgustingly coy. Everyone present felt goosebumps, wondering, "Oh my! Someone this ugly shouldn’t be out scaring people. How can she even make a living at a place like Yihong Brothel? It’s utterly ridiculous!"

Another old nanny next to her rolled up her sleeves, aggressively saying, "Why should your Hundred Flowers Tower be first? Our Spring Fragrance House came here with you and we should have the first pick of girls. You can be second!"

Everyone knows that places like Yihong Brothel value appearance the most. Getting a beautiful girl guarantees solid business.

What kind of place is the War Prince’s Mansion? The only thing is that the War Prince has very high standards for beauties. How bad could any girl he returns be?

So, all the nannies at Yihong Brothel want to pick a peerless Oiran from this batch of girls to serve as the treasure of their establishment.

Wouldn’t that mean fortunes rolling in? Just the thought of it is delightful.

The steward was getting a headache from their quarrels.

As the saying goes: one woman is a monologue, two women a dialogue, three women a drama, four women tear down the stage.

And here were far more than just four women; there was a whole crowd!

Previously, in the mansion, a group of women knew they were going to be sold to Yihong Brothel. Crying and wailing, they drove the steward crazy. Once outside, they were besieged by a crowd of middle-aged women, which completely got out of hand, prompting him to yell out loud, "Stop arguing! There’s a whole bunch of women; no need to fight. My only worry is you might not have enough Silver."

The Princess Consort was ruthless enough, selling off hundreds of women. When the Prince returns, how will she explain this?

Sigh! Thinking of these matters, the steward’s headache worsened.

The nannies were stunned. The War Prince’s Mansion had a large number of women to sell? Could it be?

One of the old nannies’ eyes lit up. She asked, "Steward, is this true or not?"

The steward replied irritably, "Why would I lie to you?"

All the nannies turned their gazes towards the front gate of the War Prince’s Mansion, stretching their necks as they queried in disbelief, "Where’s everyone?"

The steward rolled his eyes, "Wait, they’ll come out soon!"

Those women, upon hearing they were to be sold to Yihong Brothel, were crying and wailing inside, refusing to come out. They even had to be driven out by the guards wielding knives and swords.

Sigh, thinking about it is truly distressing. Many are well-bred young ladies. The Princess Consort is certainly merciless, disposing of them like this. They were decent women, and now they’re sent to the Yihong Brothel.

The Princess Consort must be jealous of the Prince, having long wanted to deal with this batch of women. Seizing the opportunity with the Prince away, she sold them all. These women were terribly unlucky, always looking down on the Princess Consort, thinking her to be from the Nong family and having no worldly experience, therefore easy to bully. They didn’t even greet her when they saw her. Now they have learned their lesson, but it’s too late. They can only spend the rest of their lives at Yihong Brothel.

Just then, a wave of heart-wrenching cries erupted from the mansion...

"Waaaa! I don’t want to go to Yihong Brothel. Why are you sending me there?"

"Exactly, the Prince didn’t say to sell us. What right does the Princess Consort have to sell us?"

The women, holding their bundles, were crying as they were driven out by the guards...