I was the most envied courtesan in all the capital.
Simply because I bore a seventy-percent resemblance to the Crown Princess, someone threw down a fortune and bought me on the very night I was first listed.
Hugging that heavy pile of silver, I sat in a small sedan chair, both thrilled and anxious.
I secretly made up my mind: even if my patron turned out to be some nasty sixty-year-old geezer, I would still gaze at him with tender affection and kiss him anyway.
As long as I could get my contract of sale and take hold of my own freedom, I could do anything!
But when I saw the prisoner in the cell, soaked with urine and raving like a madman…
I turned around and wanted to leave.
Sorry. I had still overestimated myself!