"This plaque for the number one prostitute in the capital should be regarded as the first monument I erect for the women of the new dynasty." Yuniang's fingertips gently touched the cold gilt characters on the plaque. There was no trace of humility or cowardice in her eyes. Hidden with a bit of determination to break the situation, "Everyone in the world is ashamed of prostitutes and regards women as vassals. They are trapped in deep houses and bound by ethics. Even breathing and life and death depend on people's faces." When the words fell, she raised her hand and passed it to her side. The wine cup was prepared. The wine in the cup was refreshing, but it contained a fatal coldness. "In my whole life, my body has been like duckweed, and my life has been like mustard. I have struggled tossing and turning, and I have never lived for myself." Her voice was as light as a candle in the wind, With a hoarseness after being poisoned, but the words were sonorous, "Today, Lady Jade is going to be wild." The fingertips brushed the gilt characters on the plaque for the last time, and the temperature faded away little by little, just like her breath gradually dissipating. Her eyes slowly closed, but her brows did not frown. There was no trace of pain on her face, but instead there was a kind of settled peace.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
