Chapter 91 Mistaken Identity

Chapter 91: Wrong Person

Zhou Yinyun: "!!!" Who the hell is this chick?

"Miss… you must be mixing me up with someone else… uh…" Before Zhou Yinyun could finish, someone pinched his waist.

"Master Zhou, how could you forget your little Ullala? It breaks my heart!"

Zhou Yinyun: "???" What the heck is 'pickled cabbage'?

With that, Cheng Ge didn't give him a chance to react, pressing his face against Zhou Yinyun's chest.

One hand clutching the lapel of his robe, he began rubbing against Zhou Yinyun's chest, sniffling, "Master Zhou…"

Cheng Ge had no idea if this would work, but he remembered that in *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, Diaochan used this trick to coax the Grand Tutor.

Zhou Yinyun was totally caught off guard by this sudden move, his face flushing bright red, his mind a blank, and his hands not knowing where to place them.

He thought to himself that he had simply come to catch a glimpse of the top courtesan at Emerald Pavilion, so how had he become the target of someone's attention?

Prince Jing had always been strict with him since childhood. Even the maids by his side were carefully selected, let alone these courtesans. He was absolutely forbidden to touch them.

Having heard that the women in brothels were skilled in seduction, this person was likely just a climber looking to hook him with some cheap, vixen-like tricks.

Zhou Yinyun felt a deep disdain, thinking that if they wanted to make a fool out of him, not a chance…

"Master Zhou… do you truly not remember your servant?" Cheng Ge asked in a coy voice, lifting his head.

Zhou Yinyun was about to push him away firmly, but then his eyes suddenly met Cheng Ge's face.

His mind exploded in an instant, and without thinking, he reached out and pulled away the veil covering Cheng Ge's face.

When he saw the person's features clearly, Zhou Yinyun felt as though the world had gone mad.

This young lady… why did she look exactly like a buddy he'd met a few days ago?

"Dude, how'd you turn into a woman?" Zhou Yinyun blurted out.

Cheng Ge: "…"

Seeing this, Cheng Ge fiercely pinched his own thigh, and his eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Boo hoo, Master Zhou, how can you say that about me? Though I am a courtesan, you cannot… boo hoo hoo…"

Saying this, he cried even louder, reaching out to gently beat Zhou Yinyun's chest.

Zhou Yinyun started to panic. He hadn't expected the person to react so strongly, and he began second-guessing himself. Could he really be mistaken?

But those eyebrows, that height and appearance—they looked exactly like that buddy.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Cheng Ge's face, and he saw that face, incredibly seductive and charming.

When she bit her lip and looked up at him, her eyes were wet, as if full of grievance and resentment.

She was as soft as a boneless being, leaning entirely against his chest, her sobs low, like a nightingale's weeping, her dark hair slightly messy, her robe half-damp.

In such a scene, even a heart of stone would soften.

Zhou Yinyun swallowed the harsh words on the tip of his tongue, as if a soft little hand had just squeezed his heart.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall Cheng Ge, who had climbed over the wall to save his wife and kicked him in the butt a few days ago.

Then he looked down at the person crying like a pear blossom in the rain in his arms, and cursed inwardly: this doesn't look a damn thing like him!

His hand hovered in mid-air, and in the end, he couldn't bear to push Cheng Ge away.

"Miss… I…" Zhou Yinyun stammered, totally flustered.

Seeing his attitude soften, Cheng Ge was secretly pleased and got even clingier, rubbing his head against Zhou Yinyun's chest with even more vigor. "Master Zhou, please take pity on your servant."

Zhou Yinyun felt all the blood in his body rush to his head, his cheeks red enough to bleed.

In his entire life, he'd never been this close to a woman, much less in a place like the Emerald Pavilion.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and turned his head to look at Zhang Qinghang, who was nearby, glaring like a hawk.

Zhang Qinghang had originally wanted to snatch the person away, but he hadn't expected to run into Zhou Yinyun here.

The expression on his face shifted slightly as he took two steps back and bowed, saying, "Greetings, young lord."

Cheng Ge froze and looked up sharply at Zhou Yinyun.

Holy crap, this guy is Prince Jing's heir!

No wonder he had felt that this person looked a bit like the crown prince—they were from the same family line.

Zhang Qinghang's call brought Zhou Yinyun back to his senses. He cleared his throat and reached around and pulled Cheng Ge close by the waist.

Watching this, a complicated look flickered in Zhang Qinghang's eyes.

He stepped forward and said, "Young lord, this young lady is new to the Emerald Pavilion. She may have mistaken you for someone else. How about I take her off your hands and settle her in?"

Zhou Yinyun hesitated at this remark, but then that sultry voice sounded in his ear again.

"Master, I don't wanna go with him…"

Zhou Yinyun felt his heart squeezed tightly again, and somehow, he didn't want to hand the person over to Zhang Qinghang.

Moreover, when he had sneaked into the villa a few days ago, he vaguely remembered those people mentioning that the woman in the courtyard was set up by Zhang Qinghang.

He couldn't help but think of the injuries on Cheng Ge's wife's body, and he instinctively tightened his arm around Cheng Ge's waist, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Who… who says she's mistaken? This girl is the one I called for!" Saying this, he didn't forget to look down at Cheng Ge.

Cheng Ge thought: this kid finally gets it!

He immediately wrapped his arms around Zhou Yinyun's neck and shot a subtle glare at Zhang Qinghang. "That's right, that's right, hmph…"

Seeing him like this, Zhang Qinghang was also totally confused. He stared at Cheng Ge for a long time.

Finally, he came to the same conclusion as Zhou Yinyun: this guy was not Cheng Ge.

But he was still unwilling to give up. After a moment of thought, he spoke in a low voice, "Young lord, if you just let me have her, name your price."

The harder to get, the more you want it.

Zhou Yinyun sneered, "You think I'd stoop for your petty stuff?"

Zhang Qinghang's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Zhou Yinyun to be this tough.

"Your Highness, she's just a brothel girl, why take it seriously..." Zhang Qinghang spoke again, stepping forward a few paces.

He reached out and stroked Cheng Ge's shoulder, his tone especially suggestive: "If Your Highness doesn't mind, we could share her. I'll cover the tab..."

Cheng Ge: Pfft! Just wait till I get the chance—I'll castrate you sooner or later!

Cheng Ge pretended to shiver, almost clinging entirely to Zhou Yinyun. "Good sir~ I'm so scared."

When he noticed Zhang Qinghang's hand still on Cheng Ge's shoulder, Zhou Yinyun felt an inexplicable surge of anger. He brushed aside Zhang Qinghang's hand and pulled Cheng Ge behind him protectively.

"Zhang Qinghang, don't push your luck. I'm taking this girl today, and that's that."

Zhang Qinghang's face darkened, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, but he dared not be too presumptuous before Zhou Yinyun.

"Fine, since Your Highness insists so, I won't contend with you." Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qinghang turned and left.

Seeing Zhang Qinghang gone, Cheng Ge breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he tried to step out from behind Zhou Yinyun, he found that Zhou Yinyun was still tightly protecting her.

"Miss, don't be afraid. As long as this prince is here, no one can harm you," Zhou Yinyun said earnestly.

Cheng Ge looked at Zhou Yinyun's expression and almost burst out laughing. He quickly lowered his head, feigning shyness.

"I need to use the restroom. I'll come find you later." And with that, he ran off without a backward glance.

Zhou Yinyun: "???"