13 The Proposition

Anyone who glances at the direction of my eyesight at the moment would be astonished. I see a 'rousing awake from sleep while fluttering the eyebrows' look on the two people in my line of sight. I shift my head to glance at my surroundings, trying to verify this was the same place as last night.

There is still the small stool I sat on the previous day leaning against the wall. The bamboo chair on the other end is the same. Draperies and screens are the same. The bed position is the same. Despite that, why are there two individuals on the bed instead of one?

Stretching my right arm, I drop the wooden kit I was carrying on the table. There are clothes strewn around the bed but on a closer inspection, one would see they were feminine clothing.

The two people on the bed are now 'fully awake'. The young man had a lazy beguiling look like that of a young master infamous for debauchery, watching his servant entering his chambers to help him freshen up after a wild night of lovemaking.

Striding to the bed while walking over the clothes on the floor, I flip the wooden tag on my palms forward. It hit the man on the bed squarely in the chest. He winced while trying to appear normal. Good. I smirk. This for sure is my almost dead patient from yesterday all right.

"Would you prefer her here?" I inquired, sporting a serious look on my face. "I am quite busy today so I do not have time to waste."

He threw me a bewildered glance.

"I am already fine. There is no need to concern the young master."

"All right, since you think so shall we show her then what we've been up to? Am sure she will be pretty pissed." I sit on his side of the bed, stretch my arms to his collar and open his clothes exposing some part of his neck and chest. Bending towards him, I try to plant a kiss on his neck.

He jerks his clothing off my fingers and covers the exposed skin. The young lady who had sat up starts to frantically put on her remaining items of clothing. She formerly had her inner garments on and she doesn't seem to care about dressing behind a screen.

I used to assume courtesans were like most doctors in the modern era whom you had to go visit at the hospital or in this case at the brothels. I didn't realize they give personalized home service here.

Well that's a new finding. I would make sure to instruct all the heads of the businesses under the Mount Fu sect, to add personalized home services to all our offerings across all income groups as long as the customer is willing to pay for it.

"What are you doing?" He screams looking all flustered.

Smiling at him, I tilt my head toward the left with my left palm supporting it. He obviously hasn't been in such a situation before. Is my trying to kiss his chest such an unimaginable thing that he still looks like he cant keep his wits about him.

"I was just demonstrating to your guest what we were doing yesterday." I reply with an innocent look.

"What nonsense are you saying?" He demands, fisting his palms.

The door is slammed shut by the exiting young woman.

I stand up from the bed and face him squarely. All semblance of the playfulness earlier wiped from my face.

"If you are seeking to prove a point, I suggest you say it directly instead of acting out that stupid drama. You obviously opened some of your wounds which I painstakingly worked on yesterday for nothing."

"What man says having a great time with a young woman through the night is for nothing?" He replies. His face exhibiting a 'what-can-you-do-about-it' look.

"Prince Dong Qing Feng, I understand that you are weary of me. First because clearly I happen to know who you are and you do not have an idea of who I am. In addition, you do not know what motive I have for saving you or what I would want in return. You tried to leave last night but found you could not move freely and fell to the floor. That was what caused your wounds to reopen, not a blissful night with a young woman as you claim. And yes I included a muscle restraining drug to your medicine yesterday since I anticipated that you would want to slip away at night."

If he wanted to test my intelligence, he should have put more thought to it. He is clearly well dressed although it is not the same outfit he was wearing last night. He obviously had someone change the outfit because it got stained with blood during the night when his wounds reopened.

Furthermore, the young lady not only had her inner garments on but also didn't have any signs of having indulged in any activity the previous night.

He most probably knocked her out after she removed her outer garments and got into bed with him.

Or wait! Was he trying to find out if I was a female? There is no need to test a fellow man by bringing in a courtesan to serve you. But if it Is a female with the societal values of this era that would be a different thing. Hmmm..... I smile.

At this time, his facial expression is a serious one, with complexity in his eyes.

His silence is a bit surprising as I expected that someone whose bubble was bust should either refute what I said or give an excuse to justify his actions but he is just silent while staring at me with those deep brown eyes that makes one feel as if he's drowning.

I never noticed this yesterday as he was basically drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness.

"Open your clothes let me look at your wounds. Like I said earlier, today would be a busy day for me so I have no time to waste." I say as I turn to pick up a clean cloth and alcohol to clean his wounds.

The person behind me let out a sigh and the next sound I hear is "Young master,what do you want from me?"

Wearing a bright smile on my face, I turn around to face him.

"This unintelligent one asks Your Highness, What do you think?"