Among the many pleasure quarters in Nanyang City, the Red Lotus Pavilion may not be the most expensive, but it is undoubtedly the most favored by literati and romantic wanderers.
Located on a bustling street, it is decorated in a lavish yet elegant style, with every detail exuding a unique charm.
The Red Lotus Pavilion is famous not only for its luxury, but also for having the most outstanding courtesan in Nanyang City—Miss Mo'er.
Mo'er, with her exceptional talent and stunning beauty, stands out among the most extravagant pleasure houses in Nanyang City.
Her piano skills are superb, her singing voice is melodious, and her dancing is even more mesmerizing.
Her talent is not only reflected in her artistic achievements, but also in her quick thinking and witty conversation, which often captivated writers and artists.
Her appearance was like a lotus emerging from the water, pure and elegant, unforgettable at first sight.
Countless tales circulate in Nanyang City about the beauty and talent of Miss Mo'er.
Many wealthy young men and high-ranking officials have spared no expense in trying to redeem her from her servitude, hoping to take this peerless beauty into their private possession.
However, Mo'er always politely declined with various reasons, and her heart did not seem to be easily swayed by money.
The reason why Mo'er rejected these temptations was because she had her own views on the men in brothels.
She believed that most of these so-called romantic talents were only after momentary pleasure, and she did not want to become their bragging rights, much less jump from one fire pit into another.
Mo'er knew her own worth and was unwilling to easily entrust herself to men who only knew how to deceive her with sweet words.
She saw through all the pretense and knew how to protect herself.
The Red Lotus Pavilion wasn't as lively during the day as it was at night, but Rong Ning wasn't there for the excitement.
She was a regular here and knew every corner of the building like the back of her hand.
She navigated the route with ease, as if she were back home.
When the staff in the building saw her, they all nodded in greeting and quickly led her to a quiet and elegant room, as if it had been prepared for her long ago.
The room was decorated with great care, with exquisite calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and a pot of blooming orchids on the table, emitting a faint fragrance.
Outside the window is a lush green bamboo forest. A gentle breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, adding to the tranquility of the room.
Mo'er sat on a chair by the window, sunlight streaming through the window and casting dappled shadows on her.
She held a delicate pipa in her hand. The pipa was made of smooth wood and was carved with exquisite patterns, as if telling its history.
She gently plucked the strings, and the melodious music echoed in the air. Suddenly, there was a slight noise outside the door. Mo'er looked up and saw a familiar figure slowly walking towards her through the window.
It was Rong Ning, dressed in white, walking lightly towards her.
A faint smile spread across Mo'er's face. She put down her pipa, stood up, and went to greet the person at the door.
Her words carried a hint of playfulness and teasing, "Oh... what a rare guest! What wind blew our majestic Princess Ningding here today?"
Although it was meant as a joke, there was a hint of surprise in her tone.
Mo'er knew that Rong Ning was usually very busy and had just returned to Nanyang City, so she shouldn't have come to see her so soon.
As Rong Ning approached, Mo'er naturally hooked her arm around hers, looked her up and down, and whispered, "You've lost weight...and gotten darker...it feels like you haven't eaten anything every time you come back from the North!"
“It’s not as bad as you say,” Rong Ning said, gesturing for her to sit down. “It’s just that the conditions are tough and there are a lot of things to do, so it’s not as well-cared for as it was in Nanyang City.”
Mo'er nodded, "That's true... I'll give you my beauty and skincare recipes later. If you have time, try them out. Girls should make themselves look prettier; it's for their own happiness."
"Oh...isn't it true that women dress up for the men they love?"
"That's all nonsense, I don't want to hear it!" Mo'er said impatiently, pouring Rong Ning a cup of tea. She continued, "How come you have time to come today, and why are you swaggering in through the main gate dressed as a woman? Do you really think there aren't enough people in Nanyang City to criticize you?"
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