Trade

On this day, everyone in the Heavenly Sound Pavilion learned that Miss Miao Qing, one of the most outstanding beauties in their establishment, had been taken away by a mysterious figure.

The news spread among the people like a whirlwind.

Miss Miao Qing was a dazzling pearl of the Heavenly Sound Pavilion, and her beauty and talent had enchanted countless people.

Many young nobles spent enormous sums just to glimpse Miao Qing's beauty and hear her sing.

Everyone felt deeply regretful, their hearts filled with disappointment.

At the same time, they sighed over the mysterious figure's good fortune at being able to monopolize a beauty of her caliber and her wonderful singing voice.

--

After returning to his tower.

Han Xing casually found a place to rest.

Meiqiu continued frolicking around the spacious tower.

As for Miao Qing, whom Han Xing had brought back, she stood prettily by the doorway, clutching the harp in her arms tightly, looking somewhat uneasy.

Han Xing said casually, "Miao Qing."

"My lord, Miao Qing is here..." Her gentle voice rang out.

Han Xing nodded and continued, "There aren't so many rules in my tower. Just relax."

"I usually cultivate on the top floor. The floors below are mostly empty, so you can choose anywhere you like to live."

"However, I may cultivate for long periods of time."

"If you get bored, you can play with Meiqiu or take him around the city."

Hearing Han Xing's reassuring tone, the quiet woman's nervousness seemed to fade somewhat.

A smile like a blooming begonia appeared on her face as she softly said, "As you command, my lord..."

Han Xing casually tossed her a bag.

Miao Qing caught it with her fair, delicate hands. When she saw the ten thousand Origin Coins inside, her little mouth fell open