The abstinent prince, practicing Buddhism, is seduced by a voluptuous beauty into breaking his vows.

A few days later, at Qingfeng Pavilion in the east of the city.

Su Yaoyao stood outside the venue, looking up at the gilded signboard, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Today she wore a moon-white brocade robe, her black hair was tied up high with a jade crown, and she held a gold-flecked folding fan, looking exactly like a handsome young master.

Chun Tao and Jing Zhe also changed into men's clothing and followed behind, but both of them kept their heads down and their faces were flushed.

"Miss...Miss..." Chun Tao whispered, "Are we...are we really going in?"

"I already told you to call me Young Master." Su Yaoyao tapped her head, then unfolded her folding fan, looking quite dashing. "Don't worry, follow me, and I guarantee you'll broaden your horizons."

She took a step and walked inside.

The pimp at the door was a man in his thirties, fair-skinned and handsome, but with a pair of piercing eyes. After looking at the three of them for a moment, he quickly greeted them with a forced smile:

"Young master, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"

Su Yaoyao pretended to be mature and casually tossed over a silver ingot, saying, "I've heard that Qingfeng Pavilion is elegant, so I came to see for myself."

Her voice was deliberately lowered, yet it still carried a touch of feminine gentleness.

The pimp took the silver, his smile growing even more ingratiating: "Then you've come to the right place, young master! Every young man at our Qingfeng Pavilion is an absolute beauty! What kind of man do you prefer? The aloof? The passionate? One who can play the zither? One who can sing?"

Su Yaoyao closed her folding fan and tapped it against her palm: "I want them both."

"what?"

"Bring over all the best you have here." She sat down in a chair, crossed her legs, and said, "This young master is not short of money."

Chuntao immediately took out several silver notes and slammed them on the table.

The pimp's eyes widened, and he replied repeatedly, "Alright! Young master, please go upstairs to a private room!"

The interior of Qingfeng Pavilion was indeed elegantly decorated. Unlike the gaudy and vulgar brothels of ordinary courtesans, it resembled more the private courtyard of a scholarly family.

The corridor was decorated with ink paintings and calligraphy, and even the servants were dressed in simple blue robes, moving about with proper decorum.

If Su Yaoyao hadn't known where she was beforehand, she would have thought she had entered some kind of academy.

The private rooms are on the second floor.

As soon as Su Yaoyao sat down, the curtain was lifted.

Three young men filed in.

The leader was dressed in a moon-white long robe, holding a guqin, with gentle and refined features;

The second one was dressed in indigo close-fitting clothes, holding a jade flute in his hand, with an upright posture;

The third one is the most wonderful. She wore a crimson gauze dress, loosely draped over her shoulders, revealing her lean chest. Her eyes were tinged with a light blush, making her both alluring and bewitching.

The three bowed in unison: "Greetings, young master."

Each voice has its own unique characteristics: some are warm, some are clear, and some are alluring.

Su Yaoyao stared, completely mesmerized.

This is the kind of life a human being should live!

She had seen countless handsome men in the entertainment industry in her past life, but these men in front of her... were all naturally handsome men with an ancient style! Their temperament, their figures, their eyes!

"Please, please sit down." She tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Young...Master." The young man in the moon-white robe stepped forward, his voice clear and melodious like jade. "My name is Qingzhu, and I am skilled at playing the zither. Would you like to play a tune for you?"

"Play! We must play!" Su Yaoyao waved her hand with great enthusiasm.

Another alluring young man in red sat down next to her, swung his hand to pour her a cup of wine, and held it to her lips: "Young master, have a drink~"

Su Yaoyao drank from his hand, then reached out and touched the abs of the fit young man next to her: "Wow, not bad."

Chun Tao and Jing Zhe watched in stunned silence...

The music begins, and the aroma of wine fills the air.

Su Yaoyao was enjoying herself immensely, with two women on either side of her.

This is the right way to experience time travel! Forget about palace intrigue and family feuds, nothing beats having a handsome man in your arms!

Just as she was reveling in the atmosphere of being surrounded by handsome men, the curtain was lifted again.

He Qing came in carrying a tray, his face still bearing traces of tears. When he saw Su Yaoyao with her arms around both of them, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

The young men who had been fawning over Su Yaoyao all sat up straight upon seeing He Qing, a barely perceptible hint of respect flashing in their eyes.

Su Yaoyao squinted her eyes.

interesting.

"Young Master Su..." he said softly, "This is a special plum wine brewed by the inn."

Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow: "Young Master Heqing adapted quite quickly."

He Qing's eyes reddened: "This servant...this servant had no choice..."

As he spoke, he walked up to Su Yaoyao and suddenly knelt down:

"Young Master Su, I know I was wrong... Please, have mercy and let me go back! I really can't stay in a place like this anymore..."

As he spoke, his eyes welled up with tears, and his handsome face made him truly a sight to behold.

Seeing this, the young men quickly chimed in:

"Young Master Heqing has had it so tough; he was bullied by a guest as soon as he arrived."

"Yes, yes, they were almost taken away yesterday."

"Alas! To think that scholars have fallen to such a state..."

Su Yaoyao raised an eyebrow.

Oh ho?! Looks like they've sent him to their own lair.

As she was thinking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"Where's He Qing? Get out here right now!"

He Qing's face turned pale instantly, and he instinctively hid behind Su Yaoyao, pleading, "Young Master Su, save me..."

The curtain was roughly pulled open.

A burly man with a face full of scars barged in.

The burly man's gaze swept across the room, landing on He Qing, and he grinned maliciously:

"What are you hiding for? Didn't you promise yesterday that you'd drink with me today?"

He said he was about to come and grab He Qing.

He Qing threw himself into Su Yaoyao's arms in a panic, crying, "Young Master, save me!"

Su Yaoyao stumbled from the impact and instinctively reached out to steady him.

A warm, soft body embraced him—although it was a man, he was indeed fragrant and soft.

But Su Yaoyao had no intention of making a move.

Let's quietly see how this play will unfold.

Seeing that Su Yaoyao didn't react, the young men exchanged glances and together blocked the two of them.

"Sir, Young Master Heqing has a guest today."

"Yes, why don't you try someone else?"

At this moment, He Qing seized the opportunity and threw himself into Su Yaoyao's arms, trembling.

The burly man froze for a moment, then shoved the three men aside, pushing them back to Su Yaoyao's feet.

Then know when to stop while you're ahead.

"I'll let you off the hook today because someone's protecting you! I'll come back for you tomorrow! Hehehe!" (The fly rubs its hands together and gives a lewd laugh.) After saying that, it leaves.

Throughout,

Su Yaoyao didn't even have a chance to say a word.

She rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

Acting skills? Is that all? At least show some respect for her as an audience member.

He Qing, nestled in Su Yaoyao's arms, looked up with tearful eyes. His clothes had been torn and disheveled by someone, revealing a patch of his snow-white chest.

"Young master...you have saved my life again, I am willing..."

Before the words were finished—

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open violently.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A slender and upright figure stood at the doorway, backlit, making it impossible to see his face.

But that chilling aura instantly silenced the entire private room.

Su Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.

That figure...

Why does it look so familiar?

The person at the door slowly walked in, moonlight shining in from behind, finally revealing his face clearly—

His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes like cold stars, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his face was as cold as ice.

Three men, their clothes disheveled, lay prostrate at Su Yaoyao's feet.

There was another man, half-undressed, lying in her arms...

Xiao Chenyuan's gaze gradually darkened.

Like the sky before a blizzard, it was frighteningly dark.

"Young Master Su!"

He spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly.

"Excellent! What a refined taste!"