Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 271 Pretending to faint

Just as Xiaoguo'er's figure was about to disappear around the corner of the side hall, several more people came to pay their respects, and everyone's attention returned to the mourning hall.

Because Madam Tang's gaze was fixed on Xiao Guo'er, she caught a glimpse of that cunning eye that flashed by in a corner where no one was paying attention. The eye opened slightly and then quickly closed again.

After Xiao Guo'er's figure completely disappeared, Madam Tang's gaze fell on Shen Jing, who had been guarding Xiao Guo'er in the mourning hall and was now guarding the entrance of the side hall.

"Lord Shen, this is my son's mourning hall, yet you stand guard here like a door god. Isn't this utterly disrespectful? Our Tang family does not welcome people from the Zunyi Prince's Mansion. Please leave immediately!"

Looking at Madam Tang, whose face was full of sorrow and who looked haggard, Shen Jing did not take the sharp words and anger and resentment in her words to heart. He cupped his hands and said, "Madam Tang, please accept my condolences. However, His Highness has given orders to me to protect Xiao Guo'er's safety, so I have no choice but to stay here."

Madam Tang snorted coldly, her voice filled with suppressed anger, her gaze like a poisoned dagger. "Eighth Prince, aren't you afraid of retribution for forcing an innocent person to die so that you can have a woman by your side?"

Shen Jing's cold face grew even colder. "I understand Madam Tang's pain at losing her son, but please don't lose your mind. If you utter any evil words to curse the Prince, that would be a serious crime. Madam Tang, please think carefully and don't say anything you'll regret."

"you……"

It really is a good dog raised by the Eighth Prince; the threatening words it utters are all exactly the same.

Madam Tang hesitated for a moment before saying, "Since Lord Shen is unwilling to leave my Tang residence, then please find a secluded place for him."

Shen Jing remained unmoved, his refusal to cooperate making his stance clear without uttering a word.

Madam Tang suppressed her anger, silently reminding herself to prioritize the greater good. "Is Lord Shen acting this way because he wants the world to know that the Eighth Prince forcibly took a woman and killed an innocent person?"

Shen Jing turned to look at the mourning hall and noticed that there were indeed people coming and going to pay their respects. They kept looking at him with questioning eyes, and he realized that his appearance was indeed eye-catching, so he frowned.

Finally, in the midst of the stalemate, Shen Jing made a concession: "Since Madam Tang understands what the Eighth Prince is thinking, she knows the importance of this little girl. If something happens to her in the Tang family, the Prince will make the entire Tang family pay a heavy price."

After saying that, Shen Jing walked away, disappearing from everyone's sight until his figure disappeared into the shadow of a lush and thick tree.

Madam Tang was satisfied and turned to step into the side hall.

"All of you, go down and stand guard outside the door. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

"Yes." After the two maids left, they tried to close the door, but the madam stopped them, saying, "No need to close the door, just leave it open."

The maidservant was puzzled, but she obediently did as she was told.

Although Shen Jing could neither hear nor see the situation inside the side hall, he guessed that Madam Tang would not do anything harmful to Xiao Guo'er based on the open door.

Xiao Guo'er listened to the noises inside the room, her eyelashes trembled, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes.

She didn't know what hurtful things Madam Tang would say or what extreme things she would do if she found out that she had faked fainting. After all, last night Madam Tang hated her to the core and wished she were dead too.

“I know you’re faking it,” Mrs. Tang said without warning, breaking the silence of the room.

Xiao Guo'er, suddenly exposed, felt a tightness in her heart. She never expected that Madam Tang could see through her feigned fainting.

Her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a startled butterfly.

The small pot couldn't hold any more, so it had to open its eyes, sit up from the couch, and cautiously look at Madam Tang opposite it.