Rumor has it that the commander of the Guards Department is a cold-faced and iron-handed weirdo. He is twenty years old, but he has never been close to beauty.
Yang Heng: Oh, they are just black crows.
This rumor was disproven after he was drugged and taken to the oiran's room.
But the commander is still a tough talker.
Yang Heng: Oh, he's just a liar who knows how to use tricks.
So he suppressed the shyness in his heart and spoke sarcastically to the oiran, and he just talked about a beautiful woman who was alluring to the country, making her happy and tearful.
Yang Heng: Hehe, it just looks better when you cry.
The cold-faced and innocent command made Yang Heng despise the place of brothel the most, but again and again, this woman's tears and tenderness lingered in his mind.
Yang Heng: It's over, I still got tricked.
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Female protagonist's perspective:
Jiang Songluo is the most famous courtesan in the Wenqing Pavilion, also known as the top oiran in the capital. She is ashamed of herself, she is like a fish, and she is unbeatable among men.
At the same time, he is also a hidden thorn in the court with martial arts skills.
After getting involved with a strange man during a mission, she had some doubts about her own charm for the first time.
This doubt only lasted for a moment, and then, a strong desire to win overwhelmed her.
She tried her best, but she was afraid that this freak wouldn't fall for it.
Jiang Songluo: Yang Heng, right? Iron-faced and cold-handed, right? Let's see how I take down you... This mission.
Songluo Oiran only wants to make money to redeem himself. As long as he completes the task, he will get money. As long as he has money, he can fly as high as the sky.
But... Why is the target of my mission becoming more and more wrong?
Why does it feel like he wants to stay and fly with me?
Intention: run forward.