Flip the table! The reborn villainous woman takes down her entire family and seizes her life.

Chapter 41 The Temptation of a Talented Man 1

The afterglow of the sunlight lingered, casting a pale golden hue over the busiest streets of Yanjing.

In the most crowded areas of Yanjing, the cries of vendors could be heard incessantly.

A low-key yet elegant carriage pulled up in front of Zuiyu Tower.

The carriage curtain was gently lifted, and a man dressed in a dark floral patterned robe, exuding elegance and charm, slowly stepped down from the carriage, holding a folding fan.

As soon as he stepped off the carriage, his handsome appearance drew stares from the women around him.

"Whose young master is this? How come he's so handsome?"

Whispers arose from all around. Wen Guzhu's lips curved slightly, and his charming eyes were captivating. The women around him swarmed around him.

He closed his folding fan, exuding elegance and grace, and his body carried a cool, refreshing fragrance.

He glanced at the plaque of Zuiyu Tower, then turned and went inside.

"Such a handsome young man would also frequent such a brothel."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

The woman who had just been casting admiring glances at him instantly turned disdainful.

At this moment, in the Drunken Rain Pavilion.

On stage, the women danced as lightly as swallows, their graceful movements and flowing sleeves captivating the audience.

Below the stage, some wealthy young men, with beautiful women in their arms, were completely absorbed in the moment.

After Wen Guzhu went inside, his mother led a group of girls to greet him.

"Oh, young master, you are truly handsome."

"Young master, what kind of girl are you looking for?"

The mother looked Wen Guzhuyu up and down, noticing his extraordinary demeanor and understated yet luxurious clothing, suggesting he was a well-mannered young master.

She smiled and said, "Young master, you may choose any of the girls from my Drunken Rain Pavilion."

Wen Guzhu waved his folding fan, pushing aside the women clinging to him, and smiled at his mother, saying, "I've come today for only one young lady."

"This beautiful lady presented a couplet a year ago, and no one has been able to come up with a matching one since."

"Does Mother know who this girl who came up with the couplet is?"

The mother's expression froze, and she looked at Wen Guzhuyu again, finding him truly elegant and refined.

She smiled and said, "Young master, this young lady has been busy with some things these past few days and hasn't been receiving guests."

"If it is indeed you, young master..."

Before her mother could finish speaking, a bag of gleaming gold flashed before her eyes, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Wen Guzhu asked, "Is this bag of gold enough for the young lady for seven days?"

The mother excitedly took the bag of gold and immediately smiled and said to the maid beside her, "Go and tell Xiangyi that finally a young master is willing to see her these days. Tell her to clean herself up and come out to meet people. Also, tell her not to think about that Young Master Jiang."

The maid nodded excitedly and looked at Wen Guzhu.

"Young master, please come upstairs with me."

Wen Guzhu smiled, her eyes sparkling, and followed the maid up to the sixth-floor private room, stopping at a room called Xiling Pavilion.

The maid knocked on the door and said softly, "Xiangyi, a young master has spent a lot of money to book you for seven days. Madam asked me to bring him in. Hmm, Madam also said that you should stop thinking about Young Master Jiang."

The room was silent for a long time before a mournful voice finally broke the silence, "I've already told you, I don't receive guests. How can I possibly entertain guests in this state... Get out! All of you, get out!"

Hearing the woman crying inside, Wen Guzhu said to the maid beside him, "You can go down now, leave this to me."

The maid looked up at Wen Guzhuoyu and was almost stunned by his extremely handsome face.

She lowered her eyes and smiled, "Alright, I'll leave this to you, young master."

"Just the other day, Xiangyi offended someone and was beaten up at her door. She also inexplicably developed strange things on her face and has refused to see anyone since."

Wen Guzhu lowered his eyes and said, "A woman's appearance is important, but it is not the only thing."

The maid said, "Young master, I'll go down now."

After the little girl left, Wen Guzhu was left alone in front of the door.

He had a pill hidden in his sleeve, given to him by Jiang Zhi, which he would definitely need in the next few days.

In the room, Xiangyi sat in front of her dressing table and looked at her face covered in pustules, which made her feel nauseous.

The day before yesterday, after she saw Jiang Shuyue off, a wealthy lady stormed into Zuiyu Tower, accusing her of seducing her master. After beating and kicking her, disgusting pustules inexplicably appeared on her face.

The doctors who came to the clinic were all at a loss.

Her eyes were red from crying. She took a veil and put it on, but then she noticed that the figure outside the door was still there.

She choked back tears and said, "Young master, why are you still here? I can't face anyone in my current state."

A magnetic and alluring voice came from outside.

"A young lady who can compose the timeless poem 'A tree of green crabapple trees stands alone before a guest' is certainly not a woman who only cares about physical appearance."

"Today, I, Xie, have come only for you, young lady."

The woman inside paused slightly, her gaze falling on the tall figure outside the door.

"Young master, can you provide a matching couplet?"

Wen Guzhu smiled slightly. "Of course."

"A curtain of red rain is most heartbreaking in spring."

Xiangyi paused, and the item in her hand fell to the ground, shattering the tranquility of the room.

She stared incredulously at the figure outside the door.

This couplet was written by her first love before she became a courtesan, and no one knew the second half except her.

However, her first love died for her, and she fell into depravity, willingly entering the mortal world.

Xiangyi looked up at the door, her eyes instantly reddening, as if fragments of past memories were resurfacing.

"Why are you crying, young lady?"

"A woman's tears are precious; why shed tears for others?"

Xiangyi rose from her dressing table, lifted her veil, her body trembling slightly, and walked to the door, slowly opening it.

The first thing that catches the eye is a handsome young man.

The moment the man saw her, his heart ached uncontrollably.

Xiangyi was slightly taken aback and almost couldn't speak.

The man before me was indeed handsome, and his eyes were deep and tender.

She almost lost her focus, and when she came to her senses, she asked, "Young master, where did you learn about this couplet?"

Wen Guzhu's gaze was gentle as water, and she smiled slightly, "Of course I know."

Xiangyi asked again to confirm, "Young Master spent a lot of money to book Xiangyi for seven days, is that really true?"

Wen Guzhu nodded gently, gazing at her with tender eyes, his gaze growing more and more captivating with each glance. "Does the young lady believe in destiny?"

"Of all things in the world, there is always someone who comes for you. And I, Xie, have come only for Xiangyi."

Xiangyi's eyes involuntarily turned to him, and there was another figure on his back.

She glanced at Wen Guzhuyu and sized him up for a moment.

Such fine fabric comes from the best silk merchant in Yanjing.

However, the color scheme was chosen to be very understated, suggesting that the young master was deliberately concealing his identity.