Aphrodisiac?
Yun Xiangyue was changing in her room. From the coughs she let out every now and then, it was clear she had a bad cold.
The contestants for the courtesan competition all wore clothes as thin as a cicada's wings. If Yun Xiangyue competed in her condition, she could easily lose her life.
Sure enough, a voice said, "Miss, you're so sick. Why don't we skip the courtesan competition this year? We can enter another time."
As soon as the maid finished speaking, a weak voice replied, "There won't be another time. If I can't seize this chance to win the favor of some influential man, I won't have a future."
Wang Yue had sharp hearing, and he'd caught the two women's private conversation. He stopped and deliberately coughed before asking Song Yun, "Why have we stopped? Are we here already?"
Song Yun was a little embarrassed, too. She hadn't expected Yun Xiangyue to make it sound as though Little Qin Palace were forcing her. Worried Yun Xiangyue might say something else inappropriate, she quickly knocked on the door and said with a smile, "Please, come in. Yun Xiangyue, I've brought the miracle doctor for you."
The people inside stopped talking when they heard the knock. After a rustle of movement, evidently as they straightened their clothes, a weak reply came after a long moment.
When Wang Yue and the others entered, they saw a pale woman sitting on the bed, dressed in rather revealing clothes. A girl who seemed to be her maid stood obediently beside her.
Yun Xiangyue sent her maid out to serve tea, then forced a smile and looked pleadingly at Wang Yue and Mu Zhuohua. She got straight to the point. "Please, Doctor Mu, help me suppress this cold for a little while. I'll