Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

The madam looked at the four women who had entered. Although they were of ordinary appearance, she had exceptional eyesight. She could tell that they were not only women, but also that they were not ordinary people, with outstanding temperament and bearing.

Lingyan hadn't really thought she could fool the madam; she just wanted to keep it a secret that she was the Princess Consort of Prince Rui.

The madam was used to seeing women disguised as men coming to the brothel, so she was neither surprised nor exposed them.

Instead, he approached them with a professional smile and said, "Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

Neither Lingyan nor Yunmeng spoke.

Ying Shuang replied, "It's the first time. Please find a nice private room, and also invite a dozen or so talented girls to accompany us."

Ying Shuang's voice was completely a man's voice.

This is also part of the training for the bodyguards.

The madam wasn't surprised to hear her voice, clearly indicating she was a worldly person.

Furthermore, since Ying Shuang had given her plenty of silver after speaking, she naturally smiled even more obsequiously and brightly, saying, "Yes, young master, I will personally lead you upstairs and arrange for the ladies to keep you company in a moment."

Ling Yan nodded slightly.

Led by the madam, the group went up the stairs.

The second floor consists of elegant private rooms, with doors made of sandalwood and carved with exquisite patterns.

The madam stopped at a private room first and then invited them in with a smile.

As Lingyan stepped into the private room, the first thing that caught her eye was an exquisite screen depicting flowers and birds, which cleverly divided the interior space.

The screen is made of the finest silk, with exquisite embroidery. The flowers and birds are so lifelike that you can almost hear them singing.

A round table made of rosewood was placed on one side of the room. The legs of the table were carved with exquisite cloud patterns, and the tabletop was as smooth as a mirror.

A set of blue and white porcelain teaware was neatly arranged on the table. The teapot was small and exquisite, and the teacups were as thin as cicada wings, gleaming with a warm luster under the candlelight.

Against the wall stood a carved Luohan bed, covered with brocade bedding embroidered with exquisite peony patterns, exuding wealth and splendor.

Opposite the bed was a huge display shelf, which displayed all kinds of rare and precious antiques.

There are crystal-clear jade ornaments, antique-style bronze incense burners, and exquisite ivory carvings; each piece is priceless.

In the corner of the room, there was a guzheng, its strings trembling gently in the breeze, as if telling a story of bygone days.

Several calligraphy and paintings by famous people hang on the wall next to it, with vigorous strokes and the fragrance of ink.

The windows were covered with pale pink gauze curtains, which swayed gently in the breeze, creating a dreamlike scene.

Through the window, you can see the beautiful scenery in the courtyard downstairs, with shady trees and fragrant flowers.

A glass lamp hangs from the ceiling, its light refracting through the glass to cast a colorful glow, illuminating the entire room like a dream.

On one side of the room, there is a small dressing table with a bronze mirror on it, the edges of which are inlaid with pearls and gemstones.

The private room was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which was very pleasant.

Ling Yan showed no outward expression, but her heart was in turmoil.

Every brick, every tile, every thread within this brothel exudes ultimate luxury and extravagance.

It simply says two words: Rich.

Such a large-scale operation must be backed by someone of considerable wealth and status.

She nodded slightly in satisfaction.

Seeing this, the madam's eyes flashed with shrewdness and joy.

She quickly put on a big smile, her voice full of flattery and ingratiation: "I'm glad you're satisfied, young master. I'll make the arrangements right away, and the girls will be there shortly."

Lingyan nodded again.

The madam then retreated with light steps.

Lingyan didn't stand on many rules; after she sat down, she invited the other three to sit down as well.

Ying Shuang and Ying Die dared not overstep their bounds.

Only Yunmeng knew her young mistress's personality; she never judged people based on their social status.

So she sat down as ordered, and looked at Ying Shuang and Ying Die and said, "You should sit down too! Since we're here to relax and have fun, it's not good for you to be so tense. Besides, it's such a downer for you to be standing while the Princess and I are sitting! The Princess isn't the type to care about these rules."

Upon hearing this, Ying Shuang and Ying Die looked at Ling Yan.

Ling Yan smiled warmly and said, "Yunmeng is right, I don't care about these things, please sit down."

Upon hearing the princess speak again, the two immediately replied respectfully, "Your subordinates obey."

The two then nervously and cautiously sat down next to each other.

Ling Yan smiled slightly.

She could understand their thoughts and didn't think there was anything wrong with them.

At this moment, the door slowly opened, and more than a dozen women, like a group of fairies who had stepped out of a painting, gracefully entered.

Each of them was graceful and beautiful, with a captivating fragrance that made people infatuated.

They each have their own merits.

Some wore light pink gauze dresses, which were as thin as cicada wings and so transparent that the texture of their skin could almost be seen.

Her skin was partially obscured by the gauze dress, creating a hazy, ethereal beauty, much like a shy flower shrouded in the morning mist.

Some wore emerald green shirts, floral and misty green pleated skirts, and draped in emerald green gauze, their slender waists seemingly too delicate to be grasped in one hand.

Her shoulders were like those of a sculpted lotus, her skin like solidified cream, and her aura like a delicate orchid. She was as fresh and refined as a lotus emerging from the water, standing tall and graceful.

Others wore long, pale yellow dresses, with golden flowers embroidered on the hems. The golden threads shimmered brilliantly in the candlelight.

They filed in, their figures as light as swallows, their gaits graceful and elegant, each step seemingly meticulously measured and perfectly timed.

With each movement, the tinkling of her jade pendants was clear and melodious, like the sound of a mountain spring dripping onto a blue stone.

Upon entering the private room, they quickly took their places and prepared to begin their performance.

As the music began, it was melodious and gentle, like a flowing stream, soothing the soul.

A woman parted her lips slightly, and her singing voice was like the song of a nightingale, clear and melodious, with a lingering aftertaste that captivated the listener.

She held a folding fan with a beautiful landscape painting on its surface. She waved it gently to the song, her movements elegant and skillful, like a flower swaying in the wind, delicate and moving.

The other women also showcased their talents.

Some held a pipa, their "jade fingers lightly plucking" the strings, their fingers dancing on the strings like nimble sprites.

The sound of the strings was like a gentle drizzle, dripping into people's hearts and stirring up endless emotions.

Some held long flutes and played melodious tunes that were "ethereal and dreamlike," captivating the heart and soul. The tunes were like white doves spreading their wings and soaring into the sky.

Some played the guzheng, and the notes flowed out like water.

Their fingers danced nimbly on the strings, sometimes plucking lightly, sometimes pressing down hard, each movement carrying a natural charm.

Others danced gracefully to the music, their movements light and beautiful, "like a startled swan, like a swimming dragon," their long sleeves waving like colorful clouds chasing the moon, their skirts swirling like spring flowers blooming, every movement full of rhythm and beauty.

Lingyan leaned against the soft couch in the private room, her eyes shining brightly as she stared intently at the dreamlike performance on the stage.

She casually rested one hand on her side, while the other hand held a delicate pastry, which she gently put into her mouth, chewing it slowly, her face beaming with satisfaction.

At this moment, she completely forgot the noise and disturbances of the outside world and wholeheartedly enjoyed this moment of tranquility and joy.

It was pleasant, fun, and relaxing.