Chen Mianmian had no choice but to follow Ying Gu inside.

What is she worried about?

When the young men saw her, they couldn't hide their amazement. I ask you, if a sugar daddy spends real money and then finds out that the man he's keeping is looking at another woman, how happy would he feel?

She feared that those men wouldn't be able to resist her charm... Although it sounds a bit shameless, her face was indeed excessively beautiful.

Let alone men, when she first transmigrated into the book, whenever she saw this face in the mirror, she couldn't help but sit down and admire it. She would spend several hours a day looking at this face, let alone men.

She used to be proud of her stunning beauty, but now she feels that this face can sometimes be a problem.

Now I just hope that those people can have more self-control in front of the princess, and instead of looking at her, they should look at the princess more.

And so, with her head down, Chen Mianmian followed Ying Gu inside.

However, they discovered that the atmosphere of the same house was completely different during the day and at night.

It is noble and magnificent during the day, and extravagant and enchanting at night.

Princess Ryan wore a long red silk dress embroidered with gold peonies, her black hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a gold peony headdress, and her hair ornaments and earrings were also made of gold, with intricately carved patterns that shimmered under the night lights.

This combination of red and gold makes the already noble Princess Ruian even more supreme, elegant, and graceful.

Ding sat to the princess's left. In terms of beauty alone, Ding was more beautiful than the princess. However, under the overwhelming aura of wealth and power, Ding, despite her outstanding appearance, seemed as insignificant as an inconspicuous green leaf next to a red flower.

As Chen Mianmian entered, she said, "This humble woman greets Your Highness and pays her respects." She performed a standard female curtsy as she spoke.

Princess Ryan quietly watched the woman curtsying, a faint smile playing on her lips, her gaze also glancing in the direction of the male concubines.

But she saw that the young and handsome men were all looking at her with smiles and affection. However, having been in a position of power for decades and having seen the servants in the harem since childhood, how could Princess Ruian not see the restless desires of these young men?

Yes, Shen is a beauty of unparalleled grace. Now, dressed in the magnificent gown of the Princess's residence, with the most fashionable hairstyle in the capital, and adorned with tribute headdresses, she is as beautiful as the midday sun, dazzling to the eye. It would be strange if any hot-blooded young man did not fall in love.

but……

Princess Ryan's smile faded, but her eyes grew increasingly complicated.

Shen Mianmian kept her head down, but she could vaguely sense the change in the princess's aura. She was almost in tears—it wasn't the princess, she wanted to hear her explanation! She was innocent!

She really wanted to cry—she had spent the whole afternoon twirling the stick like a monkey, hoping to win the princess's favor, but alas, it was all for naught, and all her stick-twirling was for nothing.

Princess Ryan fell into deep thought and forgot to tell Chen Mianmian to get up, and for a moment the hall was deathly silent.

Ding was in a state of utter confusion—had Shen offended the princess? And really, why did Shen have to have such a face?

This wasn't the first time the princess had tried to get Ding to have male concubines, but Ding had always refused and resisted. This wasn't just because of a woman's chastity, but also because of a woman's possessiveness and the desire to own her male concubines.

The male concubines belong to the princess; no one else may even dream of them.

The young men realized the princess was displeased and quickly suppressed their restless thoughts, no longer daring to steal glances at the stunning woman.

Princess Ryan's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her lips curved up before she snapped out of her reverie, only to see that Chen Mianmian was still maintaining her ladylike posture.

"Eh? Why aren't you getting up? Did I not tell you to get up?" Princess Ryan said with a smile. "Get up quickly, it was my mistake."

Shen Mianmian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "This humble woman thanks Princess Xie."

"Please take a seat."

"yes."

Chen Mianmian kept her head down tightly, refusing to look up.

The incident seemed like a minor episode, and Princess Ruian returned to her cheerful self from the daytime. She even sent all the servants out, leaving only Ying Gu and Granny Li behind.

After the servants left the room, Yinggu went to close the door.

Standing behind the lady, Granny Li nervously rubbed the corner of her clothes.

Princess Rui'an said meaningfully to Lady Ding, "Women are like flowers; they need rain to nourish them. Without nourishment, even the most beautiful flower will wither. Ah Xuan, as clever as you are, you should know what I mean."

"..." Ding had no words to express her suffering.

Sleepless nights—the Marquis of Anning is impotent, and his wife is forced into a life of widowhood. Isn't that like a flower without nourishment? She loves watching this drama of forcing a good woman into prostitution!

Of course, jokes aside, she reserved her opinion on whether the princess could force women into prostitution and whether she could succeed in doing so; it was none of her business, and she would not comment.

Princess Ryan added, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I have no spies here. Once the message comes in, it won't get out."

Silent and speechless, tears streamed down her face—could you please let her out first? She didn't want to hear such secrets; the more she knew, the shorter her life would be.

Lady Ding was almost in tears. "I understand what the princess means, but... it really won't work. I beg the princess to have mercy and understand me."

Princess Ryan rubbed her temples in exasperation. "You ask me to be understanding of you, but can't you be understanding of me?"

Tears welled up in Ding's eyes. "Your Highness wanted to see me spin that hula hoop, didn't you? I'll go spin it right now!"

Chen Mianmian almost burst out laughing—it must have been tough on the lady, who resolutely chose hula hooping over sleeping with her male favorite.

Princess Ryan sighed again, "Ah Xuan, you know I'm genuinely thinking of you, not just trying to make a fool of you. People come and go around me, but there aren't many I truly want to befriend."

Lady Ding rose and gave a deep curtsy. "Your Highness, I know your intentions, but... I beg you, Your Highness, it really is not possible."

Princess Ryan sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time, and finally waved her hand, "Alright, alright, I won't force you anymore, okay? Don't cry, it makes it seem like I'm bullying you."

Only then did Mrs. Ding get up and wipe away her tears with a handkerchief.

Because Ding refused to comply even at the cost of her life, the evening's activities ended hastily.

...

Accompanied by Han Rong and the princess's maids, Chen Mianmian returned to her guest room.

The maids also prepared a guest room for Hanrong to rest in.

Although Hanrong is a maid, she may have to play mahjong with the princess during the day, so she must be full of energy.

After consulting with Aunt Shen, Hanrong went to rest.

After washing up, Chen Mianmian lay on the bed, resting her head on her arm, and began to review what she had seen and heard during the day, analyze Princess Ryan's personality, and try to recall the contents of the novel to see which information could be used.

Just then, I heard the sound of the door opening.

Chen Mianmian didn't think much of it, assuming it was a maid coming in to deliver something, and that she would probably leave after delivering it.

Unexpectedly, the footsteps grew closer and then disappeared in front of her bed. In other words, the person and she were separated only by a hanging brocade curtain.

"?" Chen Mianmian looked at the curtain in confusion.

But then, through the gap in the center of the curtain, several slender fingers, as white as jade, reached in, and then one side of the curtain was pulled open.

A face that could rival that of Pan An (a legendary handsome man) was revealed; it belonged to a young man.

The man's beauty was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

You could even say that she is just as beautiful as her.