Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Xizhu was carried off to the medical clinic.
I, however, had no choice but to remain at the Drunken Spring Pavilion.
The other girls swarmed around me, their voices overlapping as they tried to “enlighten” me.
“Sister, you need to look on the bright side. Our Drunken Spring Pavilion is the top establishment in the Capital City. Those who frequent this place are all princes, nobles, and refined scholars. It’s worlds better than those low-class brothels or back-alley dens!”
“Exactly! It beats serving those filthy, crude brutes, catching some foul disease, and dying with no one to bury your corpse!”
They crowded around me, ushering me to watch the Flower Queen perform.
On the stage, she was draped in jewels and pearls, adored by the masses.
“See that? If you can make it to become the Flower Queen, you’ll be more glamorous than those pampered young ladies locked away in their private chambers!”
As those words fell, everyone’s gaze suddenly shifted toward me in unison.
“Why struggle? You should be content.”
In that moment, a chill raced down my spine.
It felt as if something cold was crawling over my skin-something I couldn’t grasp, something I couldn’t explain.
Everyone urged me to be content.
But how could I ever be resigned to this?
An independent woman with a modern education, reduced to leaning against doorways and selling smiles to please men?
Yet, resentment was useless.
The number of thugs guarding me had increased.
More importantly, Xizhu was still in their hands.
She had fallen into this state solely to cover for me.
I couldn’t just stand by and watch her die.
To ensure Xizhu received continuous medical treatment, I was forced to accept the Bawd’s “training.”
I learned how to flirt, how to banter, and how to… make a man feel like he was in paradise while in bed.
The slightest sign of slackness resulted in punishment.
Gradually, I learned to be submissive. I smoothed away my sharp edges and slowly buried my proud self.
Two months later, Xizhu’s injuries had finally healed.
Her appearance had never been particularly striking, and with her face now scarred, she was assigned to be my personal maid.
At the same time, the Bawd told me with a smile:
“Fudong, your first night-it is time for the auction.”