Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

Chrysanthemum

Touched by their kindness, Meng Fuyao remained silent. Was her luck good or bad, exactly? Yes, she got into trouble often, but it was often because of them. Perhaps without them, she would simply be a peaceful, well-behaved baby. Hence, this was a paradox no different from that of the chicken and the egg. There was no explanation, and all she could do was to accept her fate and continue undergoing training by all three handsome men.

Although the three men held no good impressions of one another and fought endlessly, they had a common understanding when it came to Meng Fuyao. While training her, they did not forget about her subordinate as well. Zong Yue sent a top spy to teach Yao Xun about scouting, concealing, and gaining connections. Yao Xun excitedly reported his plan to gather his Godly Palm Sect to Meng Fuyao. He wanted to train up a team like Zhangsun Wuji's secret guards. Meng Fuyao snorted, waved and had him think about it on his own.

Zhan Beiye's Dark Wind Horses stayed in Yaocheng while their chief followed him to Huazhou. During Tie Cheng's break time he was in charge of imparting horse riding techniques. With Meng Fuyao's identity, she could now initiate an administration, regulating the 5,000 White Pavilion soldiers in Yaocheng and Suishui and also be protected by her own guards. Zhan Beiye trained Tie Cheng with the intention of grooming him into becoming the head of Meng Fuyao's future guards. Born from the mighty Dark Wind Horses, one could imagine how powerful her first army would be.

Meng Fuyao did not notice the scattered ability those who had relied on their own character and charm had gained, and that they had started to break out of their embryonic form under the nurture of farsighted and impressive fighters. Her mind wasn't in the Five Region Continent as her goal had always been to leave. Why go through so much for someone who was going to leave sooner or later? It would be more crucial for her to gather travel money. As such, the short-sighted Miss Meng idled and placed her focus on obtaining money. Her entertainment dance club continued expanding after the war, and because of her increase in status, her business boomed even more. Next, her goal was to branch her dance hall into different levels, and that included the masses. The citizens were the biggest target audience, and they would drive clothing, tailoring and weaving businesses, all of which she would enter. Just imagining all the money rolling in made the moneygrubber Meng grin.

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It was the opening day of the first entertainment club in Huazhou and naturally, as the boss, Meng Fuyao was present. She had practically been locked at home and wanted to have some fun, picking up girls and attracting rich men for a change, especially since she had heard that there was a reputable male brothel a.k.a. "Chrysanthemum Path."

She had heard that the men in there were beautiful, and as a woman who enjoyed reading mangas about male homosexual love, she was deeply intrigued and had to visit the place for herself. Of course, she mustn't let too many people follow her on this trip, and to make things easier, she decided not to invite anyone along. They could make it there themselves if anything.

Early in the next morning, Meng Fuyao got up and dressed up. Lord Yuan Bao, who had been following her everywhere recently, squatted before his own closet, thinking about what was appropriate for such a grand event. He strongly believed that he would be letting the audience down if he, as the perpetual protagonist, did not dress the part.

Meng Fuyao laughed as he rummaged through his clothes, failing to make a decision. She then retrieved something from her pocket. It was a dress.

Lord Yuan Bao raged in heavy resistance against Meng Fuyao's insult toward the opposite sex.

Meng Fuyao approached him with a smile. "Don't you know? The only time your master had ever complimented my beauty was when I wore a dress like this. He can't resist a dress. If you want him, certain sacrifices must be made. Plus, doesn't having the bottom wear a dress create some kind of mood?"