Chapter 100: Don’t Lose Your Elegance (V)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Feng Jin’s mind was in turmoil.
Somewhere else, Jiang Pengj was in one of the girls’ chambers. She noticed that the room was decorated elegantly and warmly, with a hint of a teenage girl.
“Your body is not well. You should drink some sweet soup and have an early rest.” Jiang Pengji smiled at the bubbly girl called Xia’er. “Or should I get someone to send you some blood-building Wuhong soup?”
“Eh?” Xia’er had thought that Jiang Pengji had followed her to her room for pleasure; she was not expecting to hear those words from her. Even Chun’er was surprised.
“You should be more aware when you have your period.” Jiang Pengji smiled. “For the next few days, take note not to drink any liquor or take in cooling foods.”
The two girls looked at each other. After hearing what Jiang Pengji said, Xia’er noticed that her lower abdomen started to cramp and her lower body had some warm wetness. Within a split second, her blush turned pale and she had no idea how to react.
Jiang Pengji had no idea how the girls in their era dealt with menstruation. “I have no idea how you girls deal with this, so I thought it would be better to get you girls here instead. I think we’d need to trouble lady Chun’er to help her a bit.”
The stench of blood coming from Xia’er’s lower body became stronger and she flushed under Jiang Pengji’s gaze.
Girls working in brothels normally had irregular periods that caused them much unwanted awkwardness and embarrassment.
Like Xia’er, her period was very irregular and when her cramps started, she was in so much pain that her limbs turned cold and even her molars hurt.
Xia’er awkwardly tried to sit up straight, but any small movement caused her great pain. She began to panic, embarrassed.
Jiang Pengji noticed the other two girls’ reactions and quickly sat behind the folding screen. Her new position blocked her audience’s view.
Aiya Jiaoteng: “I thought the host would be having fun with the girls. I didn’t expect that one of them was having her period _(:з)∠)_”
Fanghuajiu: “I want to confess… When the host brought the girls out, I thought there would be some restricted stuff to watch. Even though this was not what I expected, it shows the host’s gentle side. I wish I had a boyfriend as gentle as her.”
Qianqiu Yuebie Wujiang Zhacai: “Confession +1.”
Yixiao Qingcheng: “I know laughing at this moment is a little much, but if the host were a guy, he’d be depressed and frustrated right now. You’re gonna do it with a girl and then she has her period… definitely depressing.”
There was a small tea table behind the folding screen, so Jiang Pengji poured herself a cup of tea.
Host V: “@Yixiao Qingcheng, You’re right. If I were a guy, such a situation would be depressing, but I do have another girl here. If there were only one girl, I could be inhuman and just stick it in… Of course, such an action would be sick.”
Heh, a bunch of rookies trying to compete with her?
Jiang Pengji calmly took another sip of tea while she watched her viewers go crazy in the comments.
Qianqiu Yuebie Wujiang Zhacai: “My dear host! I was not expecting you to be this sick!”
Rimu Xieyang: “Wuwuuuu! Our lecherous host is now operating the train of perverseness. What do you guys hear?”
Toudu Feiqiu: “The sound of a pervert!”
Shilian Zhenxian Lianmeng: “I must be drunk. To think I’m watching a female host trying to be a real hooligan _(:з)∠)_”
Baigui Yexing: “Hooligan? If my boyfriend could be like the host––no, at least 10% of how she is––I would have sex with him everyday. You guys don’t understand how cool that is!”
Jiang Pengji always complained that her channel was filled with perverts, but she had never thought that birds of a feather flocked together. A host like her attracted like-minded viewers.
She passed the time by drinking her tea and reading the comments. Behind the folding screen, the soft rustling of cloth gradually grew quiet.
Not long after that, the folding screen was slowly pulled away to reveal Xia’er in a new outfit, but her blush was still prominent on her cheeks.
“Langjun, my body is not up to it today. I don’t think I can serve you well.”
Chun’er hurriedly said, “If Langjun doesn’t mind me, then…”
Jiang Pengji shook her head and the other girl paled. “I think you’re both mistaken. I did not mean that.” Jiang Pengji gestured for the girls to sit with a gentle expression. “To be able to look at you two is enough for me. If I had any ulterior motives, wouldn’t the peace be broken? It’s easy to get pleasure, but harder to find someone who understands.”
The two girls were still young; the brothel keeper had bought them when they were very young. She had trained them and they had spent a few years in their line of business. They had seen all sorts of people and they could tell whether or not someone was being truthful.
In a world where one had to act to survive, the girls had it down pat. They would not be easily fooled into thinking a man really loved them. They had heard all sorts of sweet talk on a daily basis and had treated it as idle chatter.
But Jiang Pengji’s words made them believe her. When they regained themselves, they felt that something was amiss.
The older Xia’er gave a grim smile and said, “I’m just a girl working in a brothel. I’m not worthy of Langjun’s praise.”
“People say that beauty is on the inside, not the outside. But I think that beauty is in the heart. A beautiful face is given to one by their parents and no one can change that, but morals and ethics are something picked up later in life. Both ladies are well-versed in worldly affairs and are very sincere… How is this not beautiful?” Jiang Pengji’s words were not just praises. She had said them based on her observations and facts.
Brothel girls were normally raised there. Unless they were exceptionally beautiful or had potential, most of the girls were used as maids. At every turn, they were beaten and scolded. To be blunt, they were the lowest on the food chain. They had to tend to all sorts of customers and even tolerate it when they were taken advantage of. Some of the girls were even bullied by the prostitutes they served. If a girl was unlucky, she could even lose her life to some ruthless person.
Jiang Pengji had a good nose. The maid who had served her and her father earlier had a medicinal scent to her. The girl’s steps were sure and stable, but her upper body’s balance was unnatural––maybe the girl was injured and had applied some medicine.
As Jiang Pengji was still unfamiliar with their era’s medicines, she was unable to sniff out the medicine’s components. One of the scents smelled like an ingredient used in the Liu’s second lady’s medicinal soup. The cost of that ingredient was not particularly high, but it was not something a maid could easily afford.
If the brothel cared about the maids so much that they would let them use medication, then why would they allow their customers to hurt them?
Something did not add up.
If it’s not made by her, nor is it from the brothel… Where did it come from?
Jiang Pengji got her answer when she smelled the unique scent that Chun’er had mixed on her own.
When she arrived in the room, she had noticed a small wooden box that was not closed fully on a chest in the corner of the room. The mystery finally revealed more answers.
Whether Jiang Pengji lent her a hand for charity or for empathy, to be able to lend aid to those in need was still kindness.