"No, no, no. She isn't a man at all, but a woman whose beauty could topple cities and kingdoms, as lovely as an immortal maiden."
The corners of Ying Ming Hao's mouth lifted, amusement and understanding flickering in his eyes as he cast a half-smiling glance at Nangong Jin, who stood beside him disguised as a man. "Come now, restore your true appearance and let everyone have a good look."
If she had brazenly entered a pleasure house like the Fragrant Pavilion with such stunning looks, she would surely have attracted countless cultivators' covetous gazes and brought needless trouble upon herself.
Disguising her as a man had merely been a temporary measure he had arranged beforehand.
Nangong Jin lowered her eyes and answered softly, "As you command, young master."
She buried an almost inaudible sigh deep in her heart, her fingertips tightening slightly.
She had thought that no matter how she struggled, a life in the flesh trade would remain her inescapable fate. Yet now, she had no choice but to obey.
She slowly raised her slender arms, her delicate fingers deftly pressing several concealed pressure points on her cheeks with practiced, steady movements.
Then, with a gentle lift of her fingertips, she slowly peeled away a skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing and almost indistinguishable from real flesh.
The instant the mask came off, even the light in the room seemed to brighten.
A face of exquisite, otherworldly beauty quietly revealed itself before them.
Her brows resembled distant mountains shaded with indigo, her eyes rippling autumn waters. With an exquisite nose, cherry-red lips, and luminous, flawless skin like white jade, she bore not the slightest blemish.
Every smile and frown carried its own grace. Her delicate beauty held a touch of vulnerability, yet beneath it lay