After a while, Ren Shen had found out clearly.

The original world development line was repeated several times. The official wife of Qin Jiangan, the eldest son of the Qinhou family in the Southern Kingdom, Yan Rujiao, the princess of Yan Kingdom, was indeed not destined to be a concubine.

In this life, Yan Rujiao was divorced by Qin Jiangan, and her fate went astray. Yan Rujiao was sent to Sang State by the father of the Emperor of Yan State to be a concubine for a time, but not long after, Yan Rujiao's methods came true.

Remarkably, the concubine release letter was quickly obtained, and Yan Rujiao was single again.

In this Nuzun country, which is a happy country for women, Yan Rujiao is like a fish in water, getting better and better as she gets better and better, and gradually reverses the wrong path of her life and turns it back to the right track.

Today, Yan Rujiao is no longer someone else's concubine, but the master of her own family. She has married five husbands, all of whom have high status.

Ren Xin said: "Yan Rujiao has five husbands now. The main husband is the son of the Dongfang family and a young county magistrate. Because he is from the Dongfang family, he has a bright future; the other four husbands and attendants are from Lin's Silk and Satin Shop.

The second master of the boss’s family, the head of the Chenhui Sect, the young master of the Murong family, and one of them is the number one in Butterfly House.”

Ye Molan said in surprise: "What? Can you marry the number one in Butterfly House? After being married, can you continue to be listed in Butterfly House?"

Ren Xin said: "Sir, do you know something? Most men don't want to live in the house of their wife. Even being the top boss in Butterfly House is a profession and you can make money on your own. It's better than being supported by your wife."

Ye Molan was stunned: "Oh!" she thought to herself, she simply admired the men who respected women.

Ren Xian introduced it to Ye Molan: "During the day, the stage is full of performances by artists. After the Youshi period, only the ones listed in the market will appear."

After finishing her words, Ye Molan saw Fan Qu, the ninth-ranking scholar of the Yao Prince's Palace, holding a piano on the stage...

I'll cut it! A tree has a skin, and a person has a face! Since the damn Prince Yao's Mansion exists in the world, it also needs face!

As the Yao King, even if you don't need these people, the Yao King's Palace must have face.

What a fool, Zhao Yu, the son of Imperial Master Zhao, actually plotted against this idiot Fan Qu to become an entertainer! Where does this put the Yao Prince's Palace?

Yes! These birdmen have nothing to do with Ye Molan, but they are people who have been conferred a rank by the Queen of Sang. They are people with the name of Prince Yao's Palace, and they are all disgraced by Prince Yao's Palace.

Just like running a business, the corporate image must be maintained; like a luxury shopping mall, the facade must be clean and tidy; a front door must give people a good impression in order to seek partners and seek development...

Ye Molan is not a playboy at first. She does not have the kind of fanatical hobby of chasing stars and celebrities. Regarding these rules, it can be said that she is biased towards rigidity.

In fact, in this world, many aristocratic families can accept actors as their entry, but it is not for formal marriage. Which actor do the nobles like? A small sedan is carried into the house through the back door, which is considered a courtesy.

Ye Molan squinted her eyes, with a sneer on her face, and said: "You stay in the private room, Ling Zhi follows me, and goes down to present a flower to Fan Lingren..."

He Shouwu, Ling Zhi, Ren Xin and Lu Rong snickered in their hearts and thought to themselves: The prince must hate Fan Qu if he calls her Fan Qu and Fan Lingren.

They responded in unison: Yes!

Who knows?

Ye Molan and Ling Zhi had just walked out of the private room when they were bumped into by a drunk man on the corridor.

The drunkard cursed loudly.

Ye Molan covered her nose and shouted: "Ah! Why don't you have eyes when you walk?"

The drunkard roared angrily: "No one understands... Relatives and friends are all bullshit! In order to gain a small profit for themselves, they don't care about my life or death. It's all bullshit! It's all fake! The whole world is all fake."

,Human beings are the most hypocritical and shameful beasts..."

Sweat! Ye Molan was confused!

The drunkard continued: "Bah! Disgusting woman! Get out of here! Stay out of my way."

Ye Molan snorted coldly: "Nervous..."

The drunkard roared: "I, Xiao Aotian, have been practicing hard for thirty years and got the top prize in martial arts, just to control my own destiny in my own hands... But who am I now? My efforts, my aspirations, my ambitions

Ambition... It's all over, it's all over... What kind of world is this? Heaven and earth are so unkind!"

Ye Molan blinked: "Huh? What happened to you? Are you so sad?"

The drunkard's eyes were full of desolation: "No one can understand my sadness... Everyone can only see the benefits in front of them, and their hearts are blind!"

Ye Molan smiled and said: "We are all mentally blind anyway, why don't you tell me about it? Do you think you are complaining?"

The drunkard raised his eyes to look at the woman and muttered: "I, Xiao Aotian, am full of passion. In order to achieve my ambition, I have studied the essence of hundreds of martial arts. I have learned the art of war, formations, and military affairs for thirty years, in order to repay my birth and raise me.

I belong to the Sang Kingdom, but the Queen... she wiped out everything about me with just one imperial edict... There is no more Xiao Aotian in the world! Only an ugly and embarrassing painting is left!"

Ye Molan asked with a smile: "Oh! What is the practical value of your ugly painting?"

The drunkard was full of resentment: "It's just because a skeleton is covered with paint and is watched and played with by stupid people, and his life is wasted!"

Ye Molan curiously asked: "Could it be that you were sold by the Queen to Butterfly House and became an actress?"

The drunkard's eyes were full of sadness: "Even actors have their own pursuits and hopes that one day they can be good again! But what about me? I'm done, and I can no longer see the light in my world..."
Chapter completed!