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Recently, all the young masters and literary figures in the capital have come to know that Miss Jia Xiyu at the Moonlit Pavilion is quite troubled.
To sell or not to sell, that is the question.
Indeed, on the fifteenth of this month, it is once again the season for the "Flower Viewing Festival."
During this event, all the young masters from across the capital will come to the Moonlit Pavilion to "pick" beautiful young ladies, and she stands out as the most sought-after flower among them.
Aside from her, this year's Flower Viewing Festival has another highlight: a distinguished guest from the palace will be attending, none other than the renowned imperial chef whose dishes are said to be worth their weight in gold, adored by all the concubines in the harem!
However, in Yu Youwei's eyes, an imperial chef is just a distant cloud; she doesn't know him at all.
Since her arrival in this world, Yu Youwei has learned that she is now called Jia Xiyu, the most expensive beauty at the Moonlit Pavilion.
It is said that Jia Xiyu is extremely selective with her clients. Since her debut, although many have spent lavishly and shared intimate conversations with her, it seems that only one man has truly been her guest—an enchanting gentleman who had once graced her bed.
This gentleman is no ordinary man; his name is Lin Lian. In his twenties, he was once a top scholar and quickly gained favor with the emperor, becoming the Crown Prince Shao Fu.
Unfortunately, his family has faced misfortune. Ever since he achieved success in his studies, his elderly mother and young brother have passed away, along with a distant aunt. Now he is left alone in the capital, which explains why he seeks solace in a brothel.
Yu Youwei sighed.
She lifted the delicate hem of her skirt and floated through the hall with a bewildered expression. Unbeknownst to her, this demeanor made other girls gnash their teeth in envy while men secretly increased her value for the upcoming Flower Viewing Festival.
Yu Youwei's melancholy was palpable as the fifteenth approached.
Even her mother noticed her mood and changed her introduction when pushing her onto the stage: "The melancholic beauty Jia Xiyu—why does this tender Forsythia wear a frown? Gentlemen, please take this most beautiful flower home and kiss away her crystalline tears so she may bloom with a radiant smile once more!"
Yu Youwei thought to herself: "..."
As she stumbled onto the stage, she silently criticized this overly sentimental introduction for a full minute.
Dressed in a pale yellow gown, she nearly lost her balance when pushed out, indeed resembling a Forsythia flower.
However, "Forsythia" cleared her throat on stage and spoke up.
"There's no need for that today, master Lin..." She raised her voice charmingly, and indeed saw a conspicuous figure in the crowd shudder slightly in disgust, then tilt his head back to reveal a face more beautiful than the leading Oiran.
Yu Youwei brushed her hair back, lifted her long skirt, and walked down the stage with a sway in her step.
The patrons below stared blankly as they made way for her to approach the young man she had her eye on.
As Yu Youwei got closer, she let out a soft laugh and playfully grasped a strand of hair from the unflappable Lin Lian, leaning into him: “ master Lin, even if I don’t point you out today, no matter how high the price is, you would still bid higher for me, right?”
Lin Lian glanced at the beauty in his arms and smiled knowingly, his fingers teasingly hooking under Yu Youwei's chin: “Of course, my Xi Yu girl. It seems that even my little intentions haven’t escaped your notice.”
Yu Youwei felt a thrill at his affirmative response; as long as he said that, she wouldn’t have to worry about those greasy old men trying to take advantage of her. Just as she was about to lean in closer and plant a kiss on Lin Lian, suddenly, her sleeve was tugged.
Frowning slightly, Yu Youwei shook off the grip on her sleeve and pursed her lips as she assessed where she could lean in on Lin Lian's face.
The sleeve was tugged again, but this time Yu Youwei pulled harder to shake it off, still pouting as she leaned toward Lin Lian’s face.
At that moment, Lin Lian caught hold of Yu Youwei's arm from behind, his eyes glinting with amusement as he smirked: “Xi Yu, why don’t you turn around and take a look first?”
Just then, the persistent hand climbed up her sleeve again and held on tightly.
Irritated, Yu Youwei turned her head.
A tall young man with a fresh appearance was looking at her with an unhappy expression.
His skin was so pale that one could almost see the veins beneath it; his large, watery eyes resembled those of an innocent fawn. He looked like… a delicate boy.
Yu Youwei’s eyes lit up at this exquisite young man, but she quickly remembered who she was leaning against.
“ master Lin, who is this?” She covered her mouth. She had no idea which family’s young master this was; surely he wasn’t underage to be wandering around a brothel? As a modern person with principles, she would never lay a hand on a minor.
Lin Lian smirked slightly and covered his mouth as he replied: “That is your Husband.”
"Huh?" Yu Youwei suddenly lost control of her volume.
What? The top Oiran can actually have a Husband? This Husband is so young; she can't be a child bride or something, right?
The male side is destitute, and the female side sells herself to support the little Husband. Finally, the Husband finds her, and it's all very touching—what a cliché plot...
As Yu Youwei was immersed in a fantasy more surreal and melodramatic than Taiwanese romance novels, a clear, youthful voice broke through her daydream. Just a few words shattered her illusions and sent the entire brothel into a gasp of astonishment.
"Xi Yu! Come home with this Imperial Chef!"
Imperial Chef... This cloud she thought had little to do with her now shone brilliantly before her, and her rationality suddenly snapped.
So this is the Imperial Chef who has captivated countless ladies!
No wonder he's a heartthrob; with looks like that, even she, who has seen thousands of handsome faces, felt her heart flutter...
With a face full of resentment, she reached out and grabbed the young man's face in front of her.
"You’re just a chef? How come your face is so youthful!"
The Imperial Chef: "..."
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