The private room was draped with lilac-purple embroidered gauze curtains, and dappled sunlight streamed in, falling on the two people in a dim and ambiguous atmosphere.

He grabbed her wrist, trapping her between himself and the door.

The two were so close that they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

Su Wanwan panicked and struggled to free her slender wrist.

He's probably a regular here.

Don't catch any dirty diseases.

What are you doing here?

Lu Xingjian looked down at her, his face cold and his voice even colder.

Cuiyun Tower had a very high threshold, and its singers and dancers were top-notch, attracting powerful and wealthy men to flock there.

Some elegant ladies also come here to relax and look for handsome male lovers who catch their eye.

He had no idea that after not seeing her for several years, she had become this kind of woman.

Even if she wasn't looking for a male consort, if people found out her identity, her reputation would be ruined, and she would find it difficult to move an inch in the future.

Su Wanwan didn't know how to explain, nor did she need to, so she threw the question back at him.

What are you doing here?

An emperor engaging in prostitution would undoubtedly be a major scandal.

They would be criticized and condemned by censors for the rest of their lives.

Another entry will be recorded in history...

She straightened her back instantly.

There was a voice outside, it was Zhou Shuyan's voice: "Where is he?"

Lu Xingjian didn't speak, but stared coldly at Su Wanwan, only her fair and delicate chin could be seen under the brim of her hat.

He had kneaded that chin countless times before, and knew that delicate touch that made it irresistible.

Its presence in such a place feels particularly jarring.

"Come with me..." Before he could finish speaking, she raised her hand and covered his mouth.

The man froze.

He lowered his gaze coldly and saw her fair and delicate hand, her fingertips as slender as scallions, pressed tightly against his thin lips.

The palms are delicate, warm, and moist.

The melodious singing of a courtesan outside drifted into my ears: "The exquisite dice are inlaid with red beans, do you know how deep my longing is..."

It's so delicious it melts in your mouth.

Unbeknownst to him, the coldness in his eyes gradually faded away, like shattered starlight.

She put her index finger to her two rosy, tender little lips, making a "shh" gesture.

The man remained silent, meeting her beautiful eyes as she looked up.

Those beautiful eyes, filled with dew, seemed to speak volumes, gazing at him intently for a moment.