After Transmigrating into a Book, I Accidentally Won the Heart of the Miaojiang Youth Chapter 63

As dusk fell and lanterns lit up the night, the House of Tender Delights was at its liveliest.

Guests stread in endlessly, their ears filled with the enchanting laughter of won, the crisp clatter of dice in bowls, the boisterous shouts of drinking gas, and the soft, flirtatious murmurs—all mingling together, intoxicating to the bone.

Especially captivating were the twirling dancers on the high stage, their veils brushing past faces, igniting fervent gazes from countless n.

This was the House of Tender Delights, a den where fortunes were squandered for a night of drunken revelry.

The master of the house was a man in his thirties, gaunt and sharp-faced, his appearance betraying a life of excess.

A gold tooth glinted in his mouth, earning him the title "Master Jin" among the underworld.

With many underlings at his command, Master Jin rarely bothered with trivial matters in the house—but tonight was different.

"An esteed guest will arrive shortly. Every detail must be executed exactly as I instructed. If anyone dares to slight this patron, none of us will leave unscathed!"

A subordinate hastily bowed. "Understood, Master Jin. Rest assured, everything is prepared—no mistakes will be made!"

Master Jin nodded, then suddenly noticed the usual clamor of the hall had quieted. He stepped forward, leaning over the second-floor railing to peer below, his expression shifting in surprise.

Two young n had entered. One, dressed in sleek black, fanned himself with effortless grace, exuding charm and poise.

Handso young patrons were no rarity in the House of Tender Delights—what drew attention was his companion.

A white-haired youth with crimson eyes, clad in exotic red-and-black attire that accentuated his slender fra. Silver ornants adorning his clothes shimred in the candlelight, dazzling onlookers.

A fragrant breeze stirred, brushing his pale sidelocks against his cheeks, complenting the ruby-red earrings. The swaying tips of his hair and the faint chi of silver bells seed to cast an eerie spell, leaving n and won alike entranced.

"A Miaojiang native," Master Jin frowned. "What’s a Miaojiang man doing here?"

The House of Tender Delights had welcod guests from all corners of the land—but never one from Miaojiang.

His subordinate whispered, "What should we do, Master Jin? Should we turn him away?"

Master Jin smacked the man’s head. "Do you know how vicious Miaojiang thods are? Offend him, and my business is ruined!"

The subordinate winced. "Then… what?"

"What else? Even if he’s Miaojiang, he’s still a man. n co here for pleasure. Tell the girls to serve him well!"

"Ninth, look—so many won here, each with their own charm. If you can charm them, winning over that little Miss Chu will be child’s play."

Heart Knife smirked, glancing at the wide-eyed Ninth with the smugness of a ntor guiding a novice.

Ninth’s ruby eyes glead like blood-stained jewels in the candlelight, flickering with curiosity and an innocence untouched by the world.

The attendant assigned to greet them, wary of the infamous Miaojiang, wiped sweat from his brow and forced a smile. "Esteed guests, we apologize for not welcoming you properly. Will you be drinking or seeking entertainnt tonight?"

Heart Knife, ever the expert, replied smoothly, "Entertainnt, of course."

The man bowed. "And what kind of ladies do you prefer? We have those with enchanting voices, graceful dancers, or skilled in music and poetry—all at your disposal."

Heart Knife waved a hand. "I’m here for my friend. Ask him what he likes."

The attendant turned to the Miaojiang youth, his politeness stiffening. "Young master, what kind of lady catches your fancy?"

Ninth toyed with the shell bracelet on his wrist and answered without hesitation:

"She has hair as dark as the swamps of Miaojiang, eyes round and glossy like bone-devouring beetles, a nose small and high, and lips red and soft—like heart-eating mushrooms sprouting from corpses."

The crowd stiffened.

"Her skin is pale, smoother to the touch than a corpse frozen in an icy river. Even the dead can’t compare."

The onlookers retreated a step, gulping nervously.

"When she’s angry, her cheeks puff up like dumplings—ugly yet adorable. I once tried carving puppets in her likeness, but none captured her spirit. In the end, I lted them into pulp and fed them to Little Qing."

Several people trembled, hands clapped over their mouths.

"Oh, and she’s about this tall."

Ninth gestured to his chest, his smile pure and guileless.

"She has to jump to hit my head, like my pet toad when it leaps to eat people. But she’s much cuter—she won’t actually eat or spit out my bones."

The attendant paled, knees shaking. "T-this… young master’s preferences…"

Heart Knife coughed, nudging Ninth. "I brought you here to broaden your horizons, not to gush about Miss Chu."

Ninth pushed his hand away, matter-of-fact. "He asked what kind of girl I like. I only like ones like Chu'he."

The problem was, how many in this world were as reckless as Chu'he, daring to cozy up to a living nightmare?

Heart Knife tossed out a gold ingot. "Just bring your best girls."

The attendant wiped his sweat and bowed. "At once! Please, honored guests, follow to your private room."

Inside the lavish chamber, as Heart Knife and Ninth settled in, four stunning won soon entered.

They kept their heads lowered, introducing themselves in hushed voices, none daring to et the Miaojiang youth’s gaze.

Heart Knife, ever the gentleman, smiled. "No need to be nervous. Show my friend your finest talents."

The won exchanged uneasy glances before murmuring, "Yes."

The harmonious blend of pipa and zither accompanied a lodious voice, while a graceful dancer swayed—a scene fit for the heavens.

Yet the white-haired youth only yawned, propping his chin on one hand as he pulled out the half-dead Little Qing, rolling the tiny snake on the table like dough.

Eyes downcast, cheeks slightly puffed, he muttered, "Not as fun as dismantling corpses in the frozen river."

The pipa and zither faltered. The singer’s voice cracked. The dancer stumbled, nearly collapsing.