"Ha, men!"
Qingqing couldn't help rolling her eyes. She'd realized that all men were cut from the same cloth.
Once their bellies were full, they started looking for women. So getting a man under your thumb was simple: first, fill his belly at the table; then, fill him up in bed.
Just then—
The air suddenly fell silent, and smoke began to rise.
A stunning woman in a gorgeous brocade robe slowly stepped into the hall. Her graceful figure swayed like a willow in the breeze, each step radiating elegance and charm.
A thin veil covered her face, lending her an even more mysterious beauty.
Her eyes sparkled like stars, and every glance brimmed with allure. Her red lips parted in a bright smile, as if she possessed an endless charm. The moment she appeared, everyone's eyes were drawn to her.
This woman was none other than the celebrated courtesan, Meng Youyou!
"As expected of the top courtesan!"
Lao Zhao immediately sighed in admiration, dazzled by Meng Youyou.
"She really is beautiful!"
Qin Feng nodded in agreement, just as captivated.
Every woman by his side was a peerless beauty capable of bringing a kingdom to its knees. But if they were judged on looks alone, Little Fragrant Concubine came out on top; the others could only make up the difference with their temperament.
But the courtesan Meng Youyou standing before them was every bit as beautiful as Little Fragrant Concubine.
Her temperament, however, was rather ordinary. She lacked the unique allure of a heroine, looking more like a doddering vine that could only cling to the strong. She could stir a man's protective instincts, but never find her way into his heart.
At best, she was an exquisite porcelain doll, never a trusted ally a man could rely on.
"Greetings,