Have You Written Your Will Today?
Chapter 95 Hard to Serve

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Hard to Serve

Because Shen Hua had given instructions, the pace at which dishes were served in the restaurant slowed down, facilitating private conversations in the private room.

The pieces of jade remained on the table untouched, while Ji Ge’s expression was somber and unsightly. Even he, carefree as he was, realized that this was a setup to trap him.

To be precise, it was through him that the veil of shame carefully maintained by the Imperial Family was being lifted.

How Le Jia would fare, he did not yet know, but he was well aware that had Cui Yun been even a step late in protecting him, he would have undoubtedly met his demise.

Indeed, being persistent in befriending Cui Yun did come with its rewards!!

Even if Cui Yun looked down on him.

Cui Yun took a sip of tea, patiently waiting for Ji Ge to come to his senses before asking, "Have you seen the Princess at Canghua Building?"

Sweat started beading on Ji Ge’s forehead.

"There are countless prostitutes in the building, how could I possibly distinguish any Le Jia."

Fearing that Cui Yun wouldn’t believe him, he quickly added.

"On the Lantern Festival, I indeed had a vantage point with an extensive view. But the Third Prince was seated at the very back, almost outside the hall. When others were bustling with toasts, his table had only a few light dishes, let alone his wine being mixed with ice."

So cold that it made one’s teeth chatter.

Yet Ji Teng kept eating one bite after another, as if he was savoring the most exquisite and delicious delicacies.

Indeed, if he didn’t eat his fill, he’d have no servants to prepare his meals when he returned home, which was why later on, Ji Ge dragged him to leave the palace and trapped Cui Yun into dining at First-tier Sky.

"After I was ordered to escort Commander Yan home that day, I couldn’t stand the hypocritical attitudes of those two-faced people. In a blink of an eye, I left my seat to join the Third Prince. Hence, to this day, I have not seen the full appearance of the Princess."

Even if he had really bumped into her, he wouldn’t have been able to recognize her.

It’s only because Ji Huo grumbled about the Princess’s extreme beauty in front of him every day.

Cui Yun furrowed his brows, not letting Ji Ge ask further questions. Suddenly, Ji Ge’s expression changed.

Ji Ge was nearly jumping up.

"I remember now. The girl who barged in on me bathing yesterday might have been suspicious."

Ji Ge was a regular at the Canghua Building, mostly taking his leisure in Yiyun’s place.

Steam rose in tendrils, filling the room, with the sound of gentle footsteps behind him. As the prostitute approached, the air filled with the cloying scent of flowers.

Submerged in the bath without opening his eyes, Ji Ge naturally assumed it was Yiyun and called out for her to tend to him.

"Massage my shoulders."

He waited, but the person behind him made no move. He didn’t reprimand her, but instead chuckled with an ambiguous smile.

"I rarely let anyone attend to me when I bathe; you must have forgotten the rules."

"Aren’t you going to massage? Or do you need me to invite you?"

No sooner had he spoken than a pair of soft, boneless hands landed on his shoulders, bringing with them a slight chill.

The person held their breath and cautiously tried to apply some pressure.

Ji Ge wasn’t quite satisfied: "Harder."

The pressure increased as he requested.

"Hiss."

Ji Ge cried out in pain: "You’ve got quite some strength in those few pounds of flesh. You’re almost twisting a bruise into my skin."

But the response he received wasn’t the soft and timid pleas for forgiveness from Yiyun, but rather a slurred utterance.

"Such a hassle."

The person spoke slowly and with a heavy accent.

Ji Ge’s heart chilled, and he turned around. The prostitute’s eyes were full of allure, unfamiliar but undoubtedly beautiful.

Ji Ge furrowed his brows: "Where’s Yiyun?"

"Your favorite? I don’t know."

The person stumbled over words, seemingly struggling to speak, and then gestured while explaining, "When I came over, there was no one here."

Indeed, Ji Ge spent a fair amount of money on Yiyun, and he wasn’t one to have vicious habits in the bedchamber. Which prostitute in the building would not try to throw themselves at him?

There and then, an unexpected peep of his bath did not seem so strange.

Ji Ge couldn’t help but whistle lasciviously, fully teasing.

Prostitute: "You don’t whistle well."

Ji Ge: ?

The prostitute, quite forward, said: "Let me teach you."

Ji Ge: ??

Without caring whether he agreed, she confidently puckered her lips.

The sound that followed was melodious and pleasing to the ears; it was a tune she composed herself.

Ji Ge couldn’t help but imitate the sound.

One stood outside the bathing tub to instruct.

One sat inside the tub to learn, without any sign of awkwardness.

"Wrong! The pitch is too high. Try it again."

After the other had taught Ji Ge three times without much success, they raised their hand and slapped Ji Ge’s head mercilessly.

Yes! Slapped his head!

Ji Ge was caught off guard and was stunned by the hit.

"Damn it! How dare you hit me!"

"But isn’t it said that strict teachers produce outstanding students?"

Ji Ge: "Still trying to argue! What’s your name! I will not let you off easily!"

Ji Ge scolded with a cold face, but the other’s eyes were brimming with tears, soon falling in large, clear drops.

It’s hard for anyone not to feel pity when seeing someone cry so pitifully, like a pear blossom drenched in rain.

"I was captured. When I woke up, I was here. Can you get me out?"

In the brothel, weren’t all the newly arrived prostitutes crying and thinking of all ways to escape?

If Cui Yun hadn’t come over, Ji Ge wouldn’t have mixed up the two incidents.

This episode was too agonizing to recall.

Ji Ge said to Cui Yun: "Any other prostitute would have grasped the opportunity to cling to me by now, but she didn’t!"

Ji Ge: "Wait, I will draw her likeness! Take a good look!"

He claimed he would do so, but before he could leave the private room, he returned disheartened halfway.

He nearly forgot that he, who was deposed and raised without proper care, did not know how to draw.

Cui Yun leaned back, his eyes indifferent.

He really didn’t know whether to continue listening or to mock Ji Ge.

"Where is she?"

Ji Ge, fearing Cui Yun’s anger and aware of his own guilt, whispered immediately.

"I can’t bear to see people cry, so I pointed out a hidden dog hole to her."

That was what he told the prostitute at the time.

—"If you truly want to escape, there is a way out, but the rules in Canghua Building are strict. If you’re caught and brought back, your fate is out of my hands, no matter life or death. Don’t blame me."

Ji Ge slumped irritably in his chair: "Before I could finish speaking, she crawled through it."

Cui Yun’s face was grave, but his words were cruel: "Very likely."

But could she really have escaped?

No.

It seemed that every move of Le Jia was controlled by that person, maybe as soon as she crawled out, the person was already waiting outside.

What followed was another entrapment.

Ji Ge exhaled fiercely: "My path blocked, who do you think the next selected prince will be? Crown Prince Ji Zhui or fourth brother Ji Wang?"

Cui Yun glanced at him. His fingertip touched the White Jade Cup, tracing the pattern on its surface. Under Ji Ge’s expectant gaze, he moved his lips. Two words came out.

"Crown Prince."

Cui Yun would not speak unless he was eighty percent sure.

If one attempt failed, the heater’s anger would only intensify and their actions would be bolder as a way to vent.

After all, the Crown Prince is the heir apparent.

Ji Ge felt a chill down his spine.

"With the Zhong Chu matter on your end unsettled, he will have no other choice. For his future, he’ll have to abandon his left arm and right arm. Should any more incidents occur, it seems the Eastern Palace will also be thrown into chaos."

And what Ji Ge said was the least of it.

Cui Yun: "Don’t entangle yourself in this matter."

Without Cui Yun’s reminder, Ji Ge knew as well.

"And you?" Ji Ge asked.

Cui Yun replied coldly: "To each their own destiny."

Ji Ge understood that if he were Cui Yun, he would definitely not get involved at this critical juncture—better to do less than more.

Especially when it involves the Eastern Palace.

Inside the room, it became utterly silent.