In the 21st century, beauty blogger Sang Jiang, after finishing her stream, cursed a certain brainless author a few times and unexpectedly transmigrated into a tragic female supporting character in...
However, she immediately shook her head and gave a wry smile.
How could Sang Jiang be so confident? In her memory, Sang Jiang had always been timid and weak.
However, according to Liu Furong, Sang Jiang has changed a lot since she fell into the water last time; otherwise, Liu Furong wouldn't have specifically sent someone to invite her back.
With the Eighth Prince's protection, Liu Furong and Sang Rui couldn't take action, so they sent someone to invite her. After all, she was his Imperial Concubine, and the Eighth Prince wouldn't refuse her this much face.
However, she always knew very well that Long Jingchen did not like her. Although Long Jingchen had been very accommodating to her requests in the past two years, nothing had actually happened between them.
Every time Long Jingchen went to her place, he would sit there and read her medical books, sometimes for an entire night.
But that's fine, because she doesn't like Long Jingchen, but rather him...
She entered the palace simply because the Empress's power had grown increasingly stronger in recent years.
As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister, Long Jingchen hoped that she could rival the Empress.
Long Jingchen often showed her favor openly or secretly, but her heart wasn't in it at all. As a result, she couldn't even contend with the Empress, and even lower-ranking concubines dared to disrespect her.
Thinking of this, she sighed silently in her heart, tightening her grip on the handkerchief in her hand. Her medical skills had improved even more, but she wondered if he was alright.
...
Although it was still early, the stalls on the streets and alleys were already set up.
Sang Jiang walked back and forth, looking around with curiosity in her bright phoenix eyes.
She looked at this and touched that, and finally walked to a steamed bun shop and bought two steamed buns.
Sang Jiang smelled the fragrant steamed buns and got hungry, so she took a big bite.
The moment the steamed bun entered her mouth, Sang Jiang narrowed her phoenix eyes in satisfaction. The bun skin was exceptionally thin, unlike the ones she had eaten before, where she couldn't even see the filling after taking two bites.
Without the various seasonings, it has a pure, original flavor.
After finishing two steamed buns in one go, Sang Jiang sneakily approached the bun shop owner and whispered, "Boss, where's the biggest brothel around here?"
The boss smiled when he heard her words, giving her a knowing look that made Sang Jiang feel slightly embarrassed.
Sang Jiang coughed lightly and then said, "Listen to my excuse, oops, my explanation, I just wanted to do business."
The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, not exposing her lie: "Yu Chun Lou is just a short distance ahead, but young master, they're all resting this early in the morning; they only open in the evening..."
Before the boss could finish speaking, he received a probing look from his wife, and he immediately stopped talking.
Sang Jiang nodded; "Thank you, boss."
Boss: "You're too kind."
After leaving the steamed bun shop, Sang Jiang headed straight for Yu Chun Lou.
After walking for almost ten minutes, I saw the sign for Yuchunlou.
Yuchun Tower is a two-story building, about twenty meters wide on both sides, and is entirely red. A winding river runs alongside it, dividing the street into two sections.
On the left is a market, and on the right is a red-light district.
Opposite Yuchunlou hangs a sign that reads "Huaifengyue".
However, the door of Yuchunlou was closed at the moment, while Huaifengyue's door was wide open.
Moreover, those girls weren't like the ones in TV dramas; they were all dejected and looked sickly.
Is this style now popular?
Sang Jiang withdrew her gaze and knocked on the door of Yuchun Tower.
A woman in her thirties quickly opened the door, yawning as she yelled, "Who is it? Can't a person get some sleep this early in the morning?"
As Sang Jiang looked the woman up and down, the woman stopped yawning and looked her up and down as well.
Just as Sang Jiang was about to speak, the woman reached out and closed the door.