"On the first day of every month, I want to see the princess at Nuanxiang Pavilion." When Shen Yanzhi pressed the jade pendant into her palm, the temperature on her fingertips made Chu Mingzhao's heart tremble. This famous courtesan in the capital smiled charmingly, but his eyes were filled with ice that could not be melted away.
Princess Zhaoyang at that time never thought that she would sneak into a brothel to investigate the military pay case, but be caught by a male prostitute. She never expected that this monthly appointment, which started with coercion, would make her willing to drink poison to quench her thirst. The slight frown on his eyebrows when he played the piano, his words that accurately hit her soft spots when talking and laughing, the nobility he occasionally revealed that was incompatible with the romantic field - all became cobwebs that she couldn't break free from.
