The Exiled Villainess and Her Shopping Dimension

Chapter 231

Upon hearing those words, Ji Fei had no more reasons to argue. She clenched her fists tightly, vowing to herself that she would exact revenge on this wicked woman. She would not die in the Second Prince’s palace! Alas, her determination did not reach heavens. With a heart full of resentment, anything she did was not sincere, and thus, she would never earn Heaven’s mercy.

Even though Yueqian and Mu Heng had taken her out of the slave market, what right did she have to seek power from his wife, to live comfortably while kicking others out, and to destroy someone else’s family?!

A woman with such thoughts would at most have to endure the consequences of her actions. Unfortunately, her retribution came faster than a rocket because the one delivering it was not God but Yueqian!

"If you have no further issues, I’ll leave the court lady here to help you pack. After that, follow quickly," Concubine Ji concluded. Yueqian smiled with satisfaction. The more she saw Ji Fei’s fear, the more relaxed she felt.

In fact, she had planned to deal with the other party herself, but seeing that someone had come to be of use, she decided not to waste her efforts.

It was better to use this time to nourish her baby. Moreover, there was a bit of good fortune left by Ji Fei before leaving, which was a music troupe that Concubine Ji would arrange.

Originally, she wasn’t from the Bai Region, so she didn’t know whom to contact. Asking the Art Institute for help would seem odd, wouldn’t it? She had never been there, knew no one, and had never attended any important banquets. Inviting skilled musicians would indeed be suspicious.

However, with the concubine’s recommendation, she would now know capable individuals. Hiring them to play music in the future would not be surprising. She also feared that she might need to use their services in future schemes. After all, high society always needed performers.

Ah... but thinking it over, perhaps owning a business with a theater troupe, a music ensemble, or an opera troupe that frequently participated in noble households’ events wasn’t such a bad idea. For this type of art, the Art Institute didn’t take on such tasks because they disliked noise. So, this was indeed a good opportunity, wasn’t it?

In the Bai Region, many appreciated music, but there were few experts. This was because people struggled to survive rather than enjoying such things. Thus, compared to that, the Du Region was comparatively better in every aspect. However, it wasn’t impossible to change things.

The beautiful woman formulated a plan in her mind. Finding people to join was not difficult. Moreover, she did not intend to handle the work herself; she only needed someone to act as a representative for communication.

She and the representative wouldn’t need to converse much. Initially, she would need to invest money for their training, purchasing instruments, and other necessities. And, of course, money was something Yueqian never lacked!

"So, who will be the representative?" Yueqian muttered to herself.

After sending off the two concubines, she sat down to rest in a shady pavilion. She had initially intended to take a nap, but now she had something to ponder.

"What did you say, miss?" Rui Beng asked curiously. It was not because she wanted to complicate matters, but she understood that her mistress needed something, and if she knew what it was, she could fetch it for her.

For this matter, Rui Beng knew she wasn’t particularly talented—she could clean and was quicker than most. To serve her mistress best, Rui Beng was very diligent.

"Nothing. By the way, do any of you know any wandering musicians?" Yueqian asked randomly, not expecting much from the answer.

"What kind of wandering musician are you looking for, my miss?" Wan Gui inquired.

"Hmm? Do you know any?" Yueqian thought for a moment. She had forgotten that Wan Gui, who had been in a high-ranking noble’s manor for a long time, might actually have some knowledge about this.

"I have accompanied my former miss a few times, so I know a few, but not many," Wan Gui didn’t want her miss to expect too much.

In the past, Wan Gui had merely followed to care for her miss’s children while her miss socialized. She had only spoken with others occasionally while waiting.

"Ah, I see. I need someone who can play music—any instrument is fine. The only requirements are that they be honest and not too foolish," Yueqian explained the type of person she was looking for to Wan Gui. The middle-aged maid thought for a moment before replying.

"Actually, there is one person I think is a good kid, but he doesn’t talk much. He likes to play the zither. His skills are not bad but not outstanding either. He’s a wandering musician who rarely gets hired seriously because his face is quite frightening."

"Frightening face?" Rui Beng immediately shook her head. If someone were to serve her miss, they should have a decent appearance, shouldn’t they?

Of course, Rui Beng didn’t know that her miss had no intention of hiring the person as a servant in the residence. She just wanted him to establish a performance troupe.

"His face is frightening because when he was a child, his parents believed he was a curse, so they threw him into a fire. Luckily, someone saved him, so he survived."

"But his parents abandoned him and didn’t want to raise him. He was taken in by a man who was also a wandering musician and raised him like a son. Now, he tries to work to earn money for the medical expenses of that man, who has become an old man."

In truth, Wan Gui remembered him the most because of his story. She felt pity for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared to recommend someone with such a flaw.

Hearing this, Yueqian’s eyes lit up slightly. This boy had a significant emotional scar, yet his heart was not twisted. He also had great respect for the man who raised him, becoming a wandering musician like him. Moreover, he was very filial. Keeping someone like this around would certainly not be a disadvantage.

"In that case, please contact him for me. Have him come with the music troupe invited by the concubine. Don’t let anyone know he’s coming. Tell him that I can provide the medical expenses," Yueqian told Wan Gui.

Even Rui Beng, who was initially displeased, smiled happily. It seemed the young girl immediately felt pity for him after hearing his story. Yueqian shook her head with affection.

Wan Gui was equally pleased. She accepted the task and excused herself immediately. Unfortunately, on her way, she encountered someone she least wanted to see, in a most awkward situation. Therefore, the middle-aged woman had no choice but to hide in the bushes, unwilling to reveal herself.

"Master, please, Miss, Miss wants to send me away from the manor. She might have misunderstood about me meeting you this morning. So, please help me, Master. I really want to stay and serve you and Miss."

Even a top opera performer would have to give a thumbs-up to Ji Fei. This was the thought of Wan Gui, who was hiding and watching the other party’s grand opera performance. Hearing these words, Wan Gui was immediately sure of two things.

First, Ji Fei had indeed approached the master this morning, as she had suspected, and the mistress probably knew about it too. Second, this was a crucial scene deliberately staged by Ji Fei. If the master believed her words, even if he didn’t intervene, it was possible he might think the mistress was narrow-minded, even considering expelling a mere servant from the manor.

Even so, Wan Gui couldn’t find the right moment to intervene. If she suddenly appeared to defend the mistress, the master might misunderstand and think the mistress sent her to handle Ji Fei by her orders, which could escalate the situation further. Therefore, Wan Gui had to think carefully.

However, it wasn’t necessary for her to step in. Mu Heng, who had just finished his meeting and was seeing off guests, intended to return to his wife to check if she had rested enough. Suddenly, he was stopped by a lowly servant for the second time that day.

His eyes flashed with a hint of malevolence, which Ji Fei didn’t realize was directed at her, not at his beloved wife he adored!

"This is the second time you’ve dared to stop me. Perhaps the mistress’s punishment was too lenient. Sending you to the Second Prince’s palace? I think you should be sent to the Green Lantern House instead," Mu Heng couldn’t contain his anger.

The young man brushed the servant’s hand away, not wanting her to touch him any further. Every time she rushed over or looked alarmed, he always thought something had happened to his wife. She had played with his concern many times. How could he still speak kindly to her?

"M-Master!" Ji Fei was shocked.

Even Wan Gui, who was listening, was surprised. Ji Fei’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, her face showing clear disbelief.

If the Red Lantern House was a filthy place for low-class women, then the Green Lantern House was for brutish men without money. It was a punishment that stripped away one’s dignity more than a dog’s! Women who sold themselves there would encounter numerous men, but none of them had money. To release their frustrations or to do things they couldn’t with their wives, they would come here. Beating or abusing as they pleased—this was the Green Lantern House.

If sent there, many chose suicide over enduring such a fate. However, once inside, there were ways to prevent these women from killing themselves. Whether it was cutting off limbs or chaining them up, they could never leave unless they died from sexual activity.

Ji Fei was clearly terrified to the extreme. Her eyes showed disbelief that the usually composed and kind master could be like this.

"Remember, if you don’t die there, I’ll send you to the Green Lantern House," Mu Heng left this final statement, instilling immense fear in Ji Fei. This fear nearly caused her to stop breathing on the spot. Wan Gui, too, understood the true nature of the master for the first time.

Who said the master was merciful? Yes, he was merciful, but if someone said he was ruthless, that was also true. The master was indeed very ruthless!

In Wan Gui’s heart, she felt relieved that she wasn’t in such a situation. It was evident that the master had no interest in Ji Fei at all. No! He had no interest in anyone other than the mistress. So, the peaceful household Wan Gui had always dreamed of, without internal conflicts, seemed to be here.

This would indeed be a peaceful household for her, provided she worked diligently and honestly. With an example like Ji Fei, if she acted foolishly, she could end up in the same place as Ji Fei. By that, she meant "hell."

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