Hua Jing strode into the brothel with confidence, her eyes dancing with excitent as she took in the lively atmosphere.
The soft strumming of a guzheng filled the air, accompanied by the gentle laughter of beautifully dressed won.
Silk curtains draped the walls, their deep red and gold embroidery reflecting the flickering candlelight.
She inhaled deeply, her senses overwheld by the intoxicating mix of fragrant perfus, expensive wine, and warm incense. Everything about this place scread indulgence, and she grinned from ear to ear.
As she stepped further inside, a few heads turned her way—and then a few more.
One woman, clad in an exquisite lavender dress, whispered sothing to her companion while stealing a glance at Hua Jing.
Her friend’s eyes widened, and soon, more and more won were turning to look at her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and admiration.
A soft giggle reached Hua Jing’s ears, and she turned her head slightly, only to see a pair of flower ladies blushing behind their silk fans as they peeked at her.
Hua Jing blinked.
Then, a slow, mischievous smirk crept onto her face.
If they thought she was handso, well... who was she to disappoint?
Adjusting her robe slightly, she tilted her head, making her posture appear even more effortlessly cool before strolling further in.
As she walked past a small group of flower ladies, she winked at them, and instantly—
"Oh my! How charming!" one of them gasped, covering her mouth with a fan.
Her face was as red as a tomato and with Hua Jing’s special wink, she thought she was in wonderland
Hua Jing had acted as a man once back in her original world so she knew what would make the won go crazy!
She had her special and maddeningly handso face which was her number one killer and added with the wink,
The seventh consort was unstoppable!
"So handso..." another whispered, her cheeks flushing pink.
A third practically swooned, gripping her friend’s sleeve.
Hua Jing nearly burst into laughter, but she maintained her façade, keeping her expression suave and composed.
"This is how soone should live their life," she thought, imnsely pleased with herself.
If she had known before, she would have already left that Zhao Yan and lived her life here for the rest of ti!
She continued her leisurely prowl through the brothel, basking in the attention.
Each ti she passed a woman, she’d nod charmingly, smirk slightly, or tilt her head just so, and every ti—without fail—she was t with blushes, giggles, and admiring glances.
At one point, a particularly bold flower lady reached out and lightly brushed her arm.
"Sir," she purred, her fingers lingering on Hua Jing’s sleeve, "do you need so service tonight?"
For the first ti ever, Hua Jing was the one being flirted with—and oh, how she thrived on it.
Her shoulders straightened, her smirk widened, and with a voice dripping with confidence, she said, "That depends. What kind of service are we talking about?"
The woman giggled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, while behind her, more flower ladies were stealing glances, whispering among themselves.
Hua Jing had barely been here for five minutes, and already, she was the center of attention!
Just as she was basking in the attention of the beautiful flower ladies giggling and whispering behind their sleeves, a new presence erged from the shadows.
A woman, dressed in deep red robes lined with golden embroidery, strode forward. Her dark hair was styled in an intricate updo, with golden pins shaped like phoenixes twinkling under the dim candlelight.
She was an older woman, but her beauty had not faded with ti—rather, it had refined like aged wine. Her sharp, lined eyes held the wisdom of years in the industry, and her painted lips curved into a knowing smile as she took in Hua Jing’s figure from head to toe.
This had to be the madam of the brothel.
She sashayed forward with an air of command, her gaze shrewd yet charming as she sized up this "young lord" who had captured the attention of every woman in the room.
"How can I be of service to this handso gentleman?" she asked smoothly, her voice like silk wrapping around Hua Jing’s ears.
Hua Jing bit back a grin, rembering that she was supposed to be playing the role of a mysterious nobleman tonight.
She lowered her voice, making it deep and rich, the way a true noble son would speak. With a practiced flourish, she reached into her borrowed pouch, fingers curling around the weight of silver Xia Lin had managed to get for her.
In a single smooth movent, she tossed the coins into the air, letting them land in the madam’s outstretched palm with a satisfying clink.
The madam’s eyes flashed with interest, her fingers tightening around the silver as she let out an appreciative chuckle.
Hua Jing winked playfully and smirked. "Give your best."
The madam’s smile widened, clearly pleased with the confidence (and wealth) of her latest guest.
"You got it," she purred, her eyes twinkling. She gave a slight bow before turning, her silken sleeves flowing gracefully as she disappeared into the depths of the brothel.
Hua Jing barely had ti to sip the warm wine that had been placed in front of her before two flower girls appeared on either side of her, their perfud hands resting lightly on her arms.
"Young master, please follow us," one of them whispered, her voice sultry as she leaned in closer.
With a broad, amused grin, Hua Jing allowed herself to be led away.
Monts later, she found herself in a lavishly decorated private room, golden lanterns casting a warm glow on the intricate paintings of mountains and rivers adorning the walls.
The door slid open, and in stepped a group of stunning won—each one more beautiful than the last, their flowing silk robes barely concealing the curves beneath.
Hua Jing’s jaw nearly dropped as she took in the sight.
Then, unable to contain herself, she threw her hands up in delight and shouted loudly—
"Oh, yeah!"
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