Volume Two: A Season of Turmoil Chapter Ninety-Nine: Unrequited Longing and Unexpected Fortune

“I’m a bit worried about Chang Yu and Chen Xin. Although in a bustling town like this, those wicked sorcerers usually wouldn’t dare to tread, it’s better to be cautious. Should we go back and check on them?”

Chen San’s expression remained mischievous and sly. “No need. Sister Wan’er checked on them last night; they’re sleeping soundly. We should just stay here and earn some silver in peace.”

“If you’re going to speak, just say it plainly. What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“You rude person, annoying! My mother says these are the bewitching eyes that charm everyone. Besides, don’t I need to practice more?”

Watching Chen San’s delicate, graceful fingers, Yang Chengzi frowned awkwardly and asked, “Can Wan’er stand you like this?”

“Sister Wan’er? She hasn’t really paid attention to me for a long time, except to speak up for me now and then.”

A wave of goosebumps crawled up Yang Chengzi’s skin, followed by a tingling numbness spreading across his scalp. The unsettling feeling made him wish not to see Chen San’s coquettish antics anymore.

“Go away, go away! I sat in meditation all night; let me lie down a while. You go practice somewhere else. No farewell—I don’t want you bothering me.”

Yang Chengzi lay down on the bed, ignoring Chen San, who merely stuck out her slender fingers and snorted proudly, “Who needs you? This lady’s busy!” Then she swayed her hips and left.

Day one... day two... Time flew by, and neither Yang Chengzi nor Chen San ran into trouble.

The madam was overjoyed. She handed the difficult clients to Dong’er, the refined literati to Chun’er. Within a few days, word spread that two stunning beauties had arrived at the Heavenly Fragrance Courtyard, dazzling all who laid eyes on them.

Literati and gallants flocked to the Heavenly Fragrance, eager to catch a glimpse of these two maidens’ charms. The noble and powerful lavished silver tickets just to elicit a smile from these beauties.

The two princes who had long resided in Yutai Town, bitter rivals, both took a liking to Chen San. Their retainers nearly came to blows over her.

No one dared offend such influential figures. The madam was so frightened she nearly kowtowed in apology. In the end, one prince stepped back, and the three of them—Chen San and the two princes—resolved the matter peacefully.

With some subtle help, the two princes rode forth gallantly, doing all that should and shouldn’t be done.

Chen San paid them no mind, crouched at the foot of the bed, eyes glittering as she counted the silver tickets they had bestowed.

Compared to Chen San’s fortune, Yang Chengzi encountered a hopeless romantic—namely, the scholar Luo Shiqiu. Since their night of passion, tender and profound, Luo Shiqiu had taken the family heirlooms and insisted on redeeming Yang Chengzi’s freedom at the Heavenly Fragrance.

The madam was not foolish. Redemption was possible, but Chun’er and Dong’er had already become the stars of the courtyard. There was no way they would accept mere fifty or sixty taels for redemption. She demanded five thousand taels in silver.

Luo Shiqiu clutched his silver tickets, nearly spitting blood in outrage.

The madam wouldn’t relent. If he wished to see Chun’er, he must pay. Business was business, and everything was negotiable. Redemption was out of reach, so Luo Shiqiu came daily to buy companionship. No one else wanted him, and the madam’s persuasion was futile—Chun’er had to oblige.

Luo Shiqiu’s meager fortune was quickly exhausted. His family discovered it too late, lamenting and beating their chests in regret. They cursed the unfortunate son who squandered the ancestral wealth, leaving nothing but shame before the ancestors in death.

With no money left, Luo Shiqiu could no longer see the woman he longed for. Only Chun’er’s cold words echoed in his mind: “From now on, our paths shall not cross; do not speak of who is long or short.”

Chun’er’s heartlessness did not drive Luo Shiqiu away. Within days, he lost appetite and strength, bedridden from longing. At his desk he left a note: “Though I gaze across autumn waters and suffer a heart full of yearning, I will await you as time was at first.” Then, consumed by lovesickness, he passed away.

People suffer many illnesses in life, but longing is incurable. Yang Chengzi had unwittingly caused Luo Shiqiu’s demise, though he never knew. This would inevitably bring considerable trouble in the future.

Chen San crouched by the bed every day, counting silver tickets, utterly enthralled by money. She felt the madam had brought too few patrons her way, so with permission, she went outside the Heavenly Fragrance Courtyard and flaunted herself.

Regardless of beauty, Chen San was far superior to the other girls. No matter how they performed, the clients’ first gaze always fell upon the coquettish Chen San.

With Chen San’s own judgment, she chose the wealthiest young masters—always hitting the mark. Though these gentlemen were often handsier than appropriate—touching hands was one thing, but squeezing bottoms was commonplace.

It was a karmic cycle—Chen San had once been fond of slapping girls’ bottoms back in Chenjia Town; now the tables turned.

Chen San paid no mind to this, focusing solely on earning silver. Outside, there might be hugging and embracing; inside, they did as they pleased. She simply drew the curtains and counted her silver at the foot of the bed.

Thanks to her unique charm and Wan’er’s subtle distractions, Chen San quickly rose to become the Heavenly Fragrance’s top courtesan—the “queen of flowers” in the eyes of patrons.

The scholars and literati even coined a phrase: “Only knowing the hall full of spring blossoms, unaware of winter snow’s proud frost.”

It described their fondness for Chun’er, who sang and danced with grace, composed poetry and couplets. Yet the true queen, Dong’er, was not only breathtakingly beautiful and ethereal but also served with a fiery passion and perfect measure. She was a spark of winter’s fire, ensnaring the hearts of these literary men, who found themselves lost and reluctant to leave.

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