When she woke up again, she was already in a gorgeous room. A middle-aged mother was standing next to her. She was called mother Qian, the old brothel Madame of chunfang courtyard.
Her eyes turned cold. Just as she was about to stand up from the bed and get rid of them, her injuries acted up again, and she fell back onto the bed in pain.
"Daughter, are you alright?" Mother Qian asked in concern.
A pair of snobbish eyes sized her up. She had a good figure and was very beautiful. She was white and tender, like a fresh cabbage.
He was thinking that he might be able to sell it for a high price when steward Zhou came over later.
However, he had to ask her about her background first. If she were to kick an iron plate, wouldn't she be going for wool and coming home shorn?
"Who are you?" Princess Weiwei's face was cold.
"I'm mother Qian, the madam of chunfang brothel. " Mother Qian said enthusiastically.