The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Wen Yubai was dispatched to Yingchun Pavilion, a notorious den of iniquity in Lanying City.

On the surface, his position was that of a low-level manager in charge of purchasing, neither high nor low.

It allows you to meet people from all walks of life without attracting attention.

Occasionally, when the main hall is too busy, he will be called to the private room to help entertain distinguished guests.

Make some serving of drinks and dishes, and say a few polite words.

The work of concealed stakes is not difficult.

Besides keeping an eye on the trends in the underworld, they also made shady deals and passed information out through specific channels.

Sometimes it is also used in conjunction with the spread of wind sound.

For example, this recent one: firmly pinning the death of Yun Tiannan on the evil cult.

At this moment, Wen Yubai was organizing the order slips behind a counter in the corner of the front hall.

All around me were the constant joking and vulgarities from Yingchun Pavilion, mixed with the idle chatter of people drunk.

The most discussed topic was the death of the former leader of the martial arts alliance.

"The Demonic Sect is truly vicious. They are adept at using underhanded tricks, making the Left Protector feign surrender and causing the death of Elder Yun."

"I heard that when he was arrested, he had already taken poison and died so quickly that we couldn't get anything out of him."

"Isn't this like a bald man with lice on his head—a blatant attempt to silence someone?"

"But the new leader of the Demonic Sect is vehemently denying it."

"Whether he admits it or not, Young Master Yun—no, Alliance Leader Yun—has already vowed to crush the Demonic Sect and use its head to avenge his deceased father!"

Wen Yubai listened silently, his brush sketching on the account book.

Rumors ferment and spread amidst suspicion and anger, eventually becoming facts that most people firmly believe.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at several inconspicuous corners of the hall, where a few guests were sitting and talking loudly.

Like him, they were all undercover agents.

Guiding public opinion is also one of the swords of Moon Shadow Studio.

The mission of dissemination has been accomplished.

The undercover agent receives a monthly salary of five taels of silver, while the finest wine in the restaurant, "Human Intoxication," costs one tael of silver per jar.

Once he gets his wages this month, he can buy a few jars for Yueyi.

He always remembered that Yueyi was punished unjustly.

After paying for the drinks, he would find a chance to escape and go find that Miss Lin.

There's something out of place here.

He felt that he shouldn't be an assassin.

The original poster was probably just kidding him.

Last week, I secretly sent some medicine to Yueyi through someone. I don't know if it will be effective.

Spending too much time among women with cosmetics inevitably leads to encountering unruly individuals.

Some drunken customers wanted to get him to drink with them, while others had lingering glances and tried to touch his hand.

He avoided them all, and occasionally when he encountered someone forceful, the madam would conveniently appear and shield him.

However, it's hard to guard against a hidden arrow.

That night, several wealthy merchants from the north came to Yingchun Pavilion, booked the entire building, and spent money like water, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Wen Yubai was called to help with the hospitality, and they moved from one elegant room to another, with constant toasts being offered throughout the meal.

He couldn't refuse, so he only tried it briefly.

Inside the elegant room, incense is usually burned to enhance the atmosphere; it's sweet and strong, making people feel dizzy.

He has never liked this taste, nor does he like drinking.

He found an excuse to hide in the tent.

Back in the small tent, I closed the door behind me and was finally able to catch my breath.

Wen Yubai walked to the table, intending to sort out the purchase receipts for today.

As soon as I picked up the pen, a sudden, unexplained heat surged up from my lower abdomen.

Hidden?

It's not an illusion.

The irritation came on fiercely, even more so than the reaction I had when I accidentally ate Chi Huan last time.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly.

We must not act rashly.

Wen Yubai took a deep breath and called out to the servant passing by outside the door:

"Quickly, ask Aunt Li to come here. I have something urgent to tell her, and I need to be there soon!"

Seeing that his expression was not right, the servant dared not delay and ran to find the madam.

The madam pushed open the door and saw Wen Yubai's appearance; her heart skipped a beat.

Her face was flushed, like burning rouge, and her breathing was rapid and heavy.

She had seen this kind of situation far too often in Yingchun Pavilion.

But this is someone an adult needs to take care of.

Wen Yubai looked up, his gaze already somewhat unfocused, struggling to speak.

"Aunt Li, I've been drugged. Could you please find me a doctor?"

The madam's expression shifted slightly, and she nodded, "Alright, I'll go right away."

She hurriedly left, closed the door, and locked it.

Wen Yubai could no longer hold on, so she took off her coat and buried her face in a basin of cold water.

The biting cold made him shiver.

But it's no use.

The body's heat spread like wildfire, growing fiercer and fiercer.

Waves of heat washed over him, making him dizzy and disoriented.

-

"Has the person who drugged him been found?"

"not yet……"

With so many people around, it was really hard to find it in a short time.

"waste."

The door was pushed open.

Yue Wuhen walked in dressed in black, his mask gleaming coldly.

Yueyi silently followed half a step behind him.

The suppressed breathing inside the room was exceptionally clear.

Yue Wuhen's gaze fell on the couch.

The young man was huddled there, his clothes disheveled, his exposed skin flushed an unnatural red.

He frowned uncomfortably, unconsciously rubbing against the blanket.

The madam broke out in a cold sweat and tentatively asked:

"My lord, this medicine is potent. Should I find a clean young woman, or should I fetch a doctor?"

Yue Wuhen glanced at her emotionlessly. "Are you the master?"

The madam's legs went weak, and she quickly knelt down, "No, I wouldn't dare! I was too talkative."

"Yueyi, you..."

Yueyi immediately declared his loyalty: "Your subordinate is willing to sacrifice."

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Get out, all of you."

Yue paused for a moment, then asked, "What about him?"

Yue Wuhen looked at him.

Yueyi immediately lowered her head, "Yes."

Then he quickly left the room and gently closed the door.

He stood guard outside, unable to hear any sounds from inside, and had a feeling that something was about to happen.

Why would the original poster stay inside after driving everyone else away?

He's not a doctor, so what use is he?

Yueyi was timid and dared not think too deeply.

To help the original poster, he decided to hire a doctor.

-

Before kicking the person out, Yue Wuhen really didn't intend to do anything.

He simply felt that the large number of people was noisy and disrupted his thinking.

I just wanted to see if that person's ugly desires were the same as those of the others.

He read it.

Like that plum blossom he encountered during his escape in the deep winter of that year.

Snow fell from the branches, teetering precariously.

He was covered in wounds, with blood and snow clinging to his clothes, yet he still stopped and stared for a long time.

When I came to my senses, my lips had already gently touched the frost that had formed on the petals.

It wasn't what he had imagined.

It has a crisp, slightly astringent taste.

Like grass and trees nourished by mountain springs, a faint coolness spreads with each breath.

"No... um..."

The mask was knocked off and fell onto the blanket.

That face, always hidden behind a mask, is a cold, pale white that has never seen the light of day.

In the hazy light, a red mole on her snow-white skin drew Wen Yubai's eye.

He just couldn't focus his mind.

Yue Wuhen lowered her eyes, looking at those hazy, misty eyes.

It seems like she's trying to focus, trying to see him clearly.

Suddenly, Yue Wuhen didn't want to wear the mask anymore.

He reached out and cupped his face, his thumb wiping the corners of his reddened eyes.

The candlelight flickered, casting a clear reflection of himself.

Those deliberately forgotten, sordid memories resurfaced.

But this time, he didn't feel nauseous.

He had never practiced it, but he was incredibly skilled at it.