Feng Yaya was the most astonished. When Xiangjun had been at the height of her fame in Moonlight Pavilion, she had been no less dazzling than a courtesan queen—only, she had the substance without the title.
As for truly having seen Bianjing's celebrities, nobles, and influential figures, she likely did not think much even of He Xiao, much less people like Jia Yu from Lofty Mountain Academy.
If not for one misstep during the last courtesan queen selection, which had cost her the title in the end—
To Bianjing's true nobles and the descendants of the Nine Great Surnames, the title of courtesan queen was an identity plated with gold and inlaid with jade.
Without that status, the heirs of great clans kept company with no commoners; they naturally looked down on ordinary women of the pleasure quarters.
The wealth a courtesan queen earned in a year was beyond the imagination of even Moonlight Pavilion's leading ladies. The difference in status, resources, and connections was as vast as heaven and earth.
And this year, a grand occasion like the Gathering of Beauties Banquet had appeared. So long as a courtesan queen took the stage, both her reputation and worth would rise with the tide, and there was even the most precious chance to redeem herself.
After suffering such a setback, Xiangjun naturally found it hard to swallow her resentment. In recent days, she had even coughed blood night after night in Moonlight Pavilion, her heart heavy with sorrow.
Feng Yaya had specifically invited her out to clear her mind, hoping to ease the troubles in her heart.
Who would have thought that she would regard a bastard son of the Xie Clan so differently? It was truly a strange thing!
Jia Yu's face turned livid. Ever since Li Xiangjun had