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Liu Ru Yan stared at her phone in shock, suddenly lifting her head. "I... I really forgot. What should we do now?"
"Do? I can't face this at all!"
Lan Ruo Yi shook her head in disbelief. "I never thought there would come a day when I'd have to think about this. But we have to perform, and that puts so much pressure on me."
In their memories, this was something only courtesans did. "I won't perform. No matter what happened in my past life, I was a virtuous girl. Why should I have to go on stage now?"
Liu Ru Yan didn't feel as strongly against it; she had been somewhat eager to try it in her previous life. But Lan Ruo Yi was different; she hadn't fully accepted their current situation yet. So, it was indeed difficult for her to come to terms with it.
"Let's not think about it too much. I don't think we'll have to perform," Liu Ru Yan said, noticing Lan Ruo Yi starting to get agitated. She quickly tried to calm her down. "Don't worry, since we haven't been notified, they probably won't make us perform."
After thinking it over, Lan Ruo Yi agreed that it made sense. "But what if they really want us to perform? You wouldn't actually go through with it, would you?"
Liu Ru Yan didn't answer. If the opportunity arose, she would be curious to try, but seeing the look in Lan Ruo Yi's eyes made her hold her tongue.
Lan Ruo Yi wanted to argue: "This isn't appropriate! What are our identities? How can we perform for them?"
"We're just called 'cattle and horses' now! They are the capitalists! Do you still think of yourself as a virtuous young lady?"
At that moment, Liu Ru Yan felt no need to hold back. She thought Lan Ruo Yi had become too comfortable and had forgotten that their status was even lower than those capitalists.
Lan Ruo Yi's eyes widened in shock, and her expression softened. "Oh dear, I'm sorry! I just suddenly forgot."
"It's fine. Just remember that we're not the same as before."
Liu Ru Yan understood Lan Ruo Yi's feelings well; in her previous life, Lan Ruo Yi's family had nearly sold her off, and she held a deep disdain for anything related to such transactions. The brothel was a place filled with such dealings.
She chose not to speak further about it because she knew Lan Ruo Yi had never experienced these things firsthand.
It is impossible to evaluate her from an outsider's perspective without unfairly condemning everyone. I, Xiao Yan, understand that things are different now compared to the past, but the psychological scars she carries remain undeniable.
Since she was old enough to interact with others and began working, she often heard people say, "When you grow up, you'll definitely be sold; girls are worthless." She always knew that she would eventually be sold off, and her hard work was merely an attempt to prove her worth to her father. However, it was futile; at a young age, she was sold to a brothel, believing it would ensure her survival, only to find herself subjected to abuse.
If she didn’t work, she was beaten; if she couldn’t learn quickly enough, she was beaten again. It felt like a massive cage confining her for life. After escaping, she ended up selling herself into the palace, never to emerge until death claimed her.
I know; you don’t need to say anything. The two of us understand each other without words, but Liu Yuchuan doesn’t know. As he came downstairs, he overheard Lan Ruo Yi referring to herself as a prostitute and wanted to say something. Yet he hesitated, feeling it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly. He glanced at Liu Ru Yan, who also remained silent, leaving him even more confused.
I greeted Liu Yuchuan and intended to leave. Liu Ru Yan watched him go and asked, "Where are you headed?"
"We have our annual meeting soon; I want to see how things are going," he replied. Liu Yuchuan learned that this year's meeting required some significant developments for the family business, so he prepared to check on the situation.
Liu Ru Yan didn’t genuinely seek information; it was merely polite for her to respond since he had spoken first. "Be careful on your way," she said.
Liu Yuchuan took a step forward cautiously and turned back to look at Liu Ru Yan. "Did you set a trap for me on my way out?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Ru Yan replied, surprised that her concern had been met with such a response.
Liu Yuchuan felt relieved yet slightly disoriented by Liu Ru Yan's unexpected care for him. Hearing her words made him realize she likely spoke without thinking.
It's fine, you should rest well.
Liu Ru Yan fell silent, watching Lan Ruo Yi as they both looked at him leaving.
Xie Yichang and Mo Daowan also came down from upstairs, with Mo Daowan carrying a bag, looking like he had just finished packing.
"Brother? What’s going on?" Lan Ruo Yi asked, confusion written all over her face.
"With the New Year approaching, there are a lot of matters to attend to. I’m just preparing to spend this last week with the company. I also want to thank Xiao Yan and my uncle for their hospitality during this time; I won’t disturb you any longer."
Mo Daowan spoke with such thoughtfulness that it truly seemed like he was considering their feelings.
Liu Ru Yan quickly stood up, brushing off the nonexistent dust on her clothes, feeling a bit at a loss as she expressed her gratitude to Mo Daowan.
Wanting to seek help from Lan Ruo Yi, she noticed Xie Yichang pulling Lan Ruo Yi aside.
She could only muster her courage and say, "No, no, you've taken care of us more during this time; it’s been hard on you."
After saying that, Liu Ru Yan bowed deeply to Mo Daowan, leaving him completely taken aback.
"What’s this? Are you sending me off?" Mo Daowan asked, bewildered.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lan Ruo Yi caught this scene and wondered if her brother had offended A Yan.
"Did you hear that?"
Family members, let me explain: the main character is from ancient times, so it's normal for them to have biases against the arts. We can see this in the TV dramas we used to watch. But it doesn’t represent the author’s views at all; I have no such thoughts. Please be kind in your comments! Love you all!
I’m just a fragile and sensitive writing machine who can’t take it!!!
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