Purple Pavilion, a private room on the third floor.
Little Songstress and Yuan Dalang sat opposite each other by the window, savoring exquisite dishes and fine wines together, like a match made in heaven.
Nanny had ordered this entire spread of fine food and wine prepared. Before Little Songstress entered the room, three maids had even searched her, so tonight would truly test "her" ability to improvise with her equipment.
After several rounds of drinking, the wine had gone to Yuan Dalang's head. His whole body burned, and he could no longer suppress his restless desires.
He bared his teeth in a sleazy grin, his little eyes fixed on the bashful Songstress, and asked softly, "Miss Tang'er, how do my looks and talents compare to that Little Prince Huai's?!"
Outside the private room, the stars formed a sea, and the night breeze caressed her, lifting Little Songstress's hair slightly to expose the delicate skin of her profile.
She fell silent for a moment, then picked up the wine flask and gave a flawlessly tactful answer. "From this day forward, I belong to you, young master... even if every man in this world shone like the stars, my eyes would see only you."
With that one sentence, she neither disparaged her former master nor denied the ugly man before her any face. Her answer was nearly perfect.
"Hahahaha!"
Sure enough, hearing this, Yuan Dalang immediately felt he had found a treasure and silently thanked eight generations of Prefect Huang's ancestors.
He loved beautiful women, particularly those of breathtaking beauty who were already married.
But stunning looks and consummate skills alone were not enough. A woman also had to understand human nature and social dealings, read expressions, and keep her eyes and ears sharp.
Women who spread their legs and opened their