It has been three years since I transmigrated into this brothel.
I have mastered the arts of seduction, and no one knows better than I how to make a man lose his very soul in ecstasy.
But then, I overheard a group of new girls gossiping.
“It’s hilarious. Our Flower Queen really thinks she’s living in ancient times.”
“A refined Female Doctor, tricked into working as a whore for three years. These rich people really know how to have a good time.”
“Do you think she’d go insane if she found out this was all orchestrated by her ‘Young Marquis’?”
“Shh! Every actor who comes in here has signed a life-and-death waiver. Who would dare let her know?”
I froze in place, as if plunged into a pit of ice.
Could it be that these three years of transmigration were nothing more than a scam?
Before I could regain my composure, the Young Marquis’s cold voice suddenly rang out from behind me.
“Fudong, what are you doing here?”
