Qing Luo should have been the lowest of prostitutes, used and abused until she was ground into the dirt.
Yet somehow, a speck of mud from the gutter became a golden phoenix perched on a branch.
But even after clawing her way out of the mire, the only place she could land was in someone else's palm.
All her life, from Zhaochun Tower to Prince Su's Residence and then the imperial palace, she was always constrained by those in power.
Yet everyone who kept her penned in eventually became her guest beneath the curtains.
By day, they decided her fate. By night, they received her affections.
Intersex brothel top × emperors and ministers bottom. Weak-to-strong. A major love triangle. No logic or realism, just an indulgent kink fest.
Theme: A top who rises from the gutter to become a phoenix.
The attack is pitiful, and you can foresee the physical and mental abuse later on. The torture of the companions in the middle reminds me of Pan Yuliang's movie. Even the oiran held by the madam's servants is nothing more than a toy in the hands of powerful people, and it goes into the river as soon as it is wrapped in a straw mat.
When I saw Qing Luo's face scratched, I felt phantom pain, so distressed