The five most beautiful women in red each possessed a face stunning enough to take one's breath away. The woman in the very center, especially, was so beautiful it was almost suffocating.
The zither sounded softly. Half-seated at its side, the woman in the center plucked its strings, her alluring, graceful figure and exquisite music making her the most dazzling sight of the day.
The four women in red danced lightly, their crimson sleeves joining in flight and stirring every heart present.
Since ancient times, heroes had found it hard to pass the beauty's gate, and lovely women had often been called calamities. This was not because women bore any great guilt, but because men, when faced with beautiful women, often had weak wills and found it difficult to resist.
Most of those present were children of power and privilege, never lacking women at their sides. Yet upon seeing the beautiful figures on the high platform, their gazes were utterly drawn away.
"Buy one home," Mingyue softly urged as she watched the five women in red. There was not even a single dancing girl in the residence, which was truly rather dull. These few looked quite good; they could help pass the time when things became boring.
"No money."
Ning Chen shook his head without hesitation. Changsun had personally set his salary, and after every calculation, it was only just enough to cover the residence's expenses. He had no idea how Changsun had worked it out, leaving him not a single coin to spare.
Mingyue was somewhat dejected. This truly was a major problem—they really had no money. She had been Emperor for more than seven years, yet this was the first time she had seen such a miserable marquis. The salaries of court officials were generally fixed; she had