My subjects are too rebellious!

Qin Chuan followed the maid's steps and stepped lightly onto the second floor of the flower boat.

When the maid stopped in front of an exquisite door and turned to leave, Qin Chuan's eyes involuntarily followed the gentle figure until it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He turned his gaze to the closed door.

The carvings on the door panels are intricate and exquisite, exuding an extraordinary elegance.

Just when Qin Chuan was hesitating and didn't know what to do next.

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice, like the sound of nature, was heard in the room.

The voice was filled with a hint of smile, and he praised softly, "Mr. Qin, please push the door open and come in, let's enjoy the night view of Qinhuai together."

Qin Chuan pushed open the door, and a light and elegant fragrance immediately wafted into his nose, accompanied by the soft sound of stringed instruments.

The room was elegantly decorated, and outside the window was the night view of the Qinhuai River, with dim lights and sparkling water, which was breathtakingly beautiful.

What comes into view next is an exquisite screen with lifelike paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds.

Behind the screen, a woman can be vaguely seen sitting upright. Although her specific appearance cannot be seen clearly, her graceful figure and gentle temperament are enough to arouse people's imagination.

"Mr. Qin's poems are so well written, with profound artistic conception and sincere emotions. I really admire them."

The woman's voice came from behind the screen, with a barely perceptible smile.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but feel curious when he heard this.

Then he replied: "Miss, you are too kind. I just wrote it casually, which is not worthy of being embellished."

The two of them were separated by a screen, and although they did not look at each other directly, there was always an inexplicable feeling.

Is this what is called hazy beauty?

Maybe it’s because he’s too ugly to be seen by others?

But, how can an Oiran be ugly?

The woman continued, "It is rare that Master Qin can compose such a masterpiece in such a short time. Would you like to sit down and drink tea with me to continue our poetry?"

Qin Chuan nodded, then sat down at the carved wooden table beside him.

The woman walked out slowly from behind the screen with light steps.

It was like a fairy walking out of an ancient painting.

When she appeared completely in front of Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned and was attracted by this unique outfit.

The upper half of the woman's face is covered by an exquisite mask, the outline of which perfectly fits her face shape. There may be intricate patterns carved on it, but under the dim light it looks mysterious and noble.

The lower half of her face was lightly covered by a thin black veil, revealing only a pair of charming eyes, which seemed to be able to capture people's souls as they moved.

This kind of dress not only retains the woman's mystery, but also reveals a hazy beauty, making people want to find out more.

I have to say, the ancients really knew how to have fun...

advanced.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Such a design not only shows the unique taste of women, but also cleverly adds a touch of seductive charm.

And the woman's figure is even more stunning.

She has a graceful figure and exquisite curves, and exudes charming charm with every step she takes.

Under Qin Ya's mask and black veil, her charming eyes stared at Qin Chuan. She gently raised her hand and poured a cup of tea for Qin Chuan with an elegant and calm movement.

Qin Chuan took the teacup, took a sip, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

"Mr. Qin, I was deeply impressed by your poem just now, especially the line 'Love is like peach blossoms that bloom and fall, we cannot be together and linger in vain'. It really expresses the helplessness and sadness of human emotions."

Qinya's voice is like a spring breeze, gentle and delicate.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly upon hearing this, and responded modestly: "Miss, you are too kind. I just expressed my feelings, which is not worthy of being worthy of being presented in a formal hall. But it is your dress and temperament that really amaze me."

In Qin Chuan's eyes, the moment the woman slowly walked out, he secretly thought: "There is such a unique beauty in the world. What kind of stunning beauty is hidden under the mask? And do the lips and teeth lightly covered by the black veil have endless tenderness and stories like her eyes?"

He tried his best to make his voice sound steady and gentle: "Miss Qinya, your outfit is really unique. I wonder what the story is behind it?"

Qin Ya smiled faintly when she heard this.

"Mr. Qin is really observant. This mask and black veil were indeed carefully selected by me."

But then Qin Ya changed the subject and opened her red lips slightly, with a barely perceptible sadness in her voice.

Then she slowly told a story.

"In that distant country, there was a little girl. She was born in a small village full of love and peace. The people there were hardworking and kind. Although their lives were not rich, they were happy. The little girl ran and laughed carefreely on this land since she was a child. Her laughter was clear and melodious, like a clear spring in the mountains, which made people happy."

"However, the good times did not last long. The ambitions of the neighboring countries gradually grew. They sent a large army, sweeping in like a dark cloud. The once peaceful and tranquil country was instantly plunged into war and smoke. The little girl's home was destroyed, her relatives were separated, and she was alone. She experienced countless hardships and tribulations on the road to escape."

When she said this, a barely perceptible gleam of tears flashed in Qin Ya's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

Then the story continued: "After wandering on the brink of life and death countless times, the little girl finally escaped from the ruins, but she found that she had nowhere to go. In order to survive, she had to step into this prosperous and complicated world, and eventually ended up in this land of prostitution."

"However, despite the injustice of fate to her, the little girl never gave up her love and hope for life. She used her talent and wisdom to blossom the most dazzling flower in this seemingly dirty place."

As the story progressed, Qin Ya's voice gradually became lower and lower, as if shrouded by an invisible haze.

Her eyes also became unusually deep, flashing with an indescribable light.

"Master Qin, do you know? That little girl has never forgotten the pain of having her home destroyed and her family separated."

"Whenever it was late at night, those painful memories would come flooding back like a tide, making it impossible for her to fall asleep."

"She hated the country that destroyed everything she had, and hated those ruthless invaders. She swore that one day, she would seek justice for those innocent souls in her own way."

At this point, Qin Ya's voice was already mixed with a barely perceptible murderous intent, a deeply suppressed anger and desire for revenge.

Faced with Qin Ya's sudden change, a hint of surprise flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, with a gentle smile still on his lips.

When Qin Ya suddenly took off the hairpin on her head and turned it into a ray of cold light that stabbed towards Qin Chuan, Qin Chuan's body reacted almost instantly.