Seventh consort and her mischief!

Hua Jing strode into the brothel with confidence, her eyes dancing with excitement as she took in the lively atmosphere.

The soft strumming of a guzheng filled the air, accompanied by the gentle laughter of beautifully dressed women.

Silk curtains draped the walls, their deep red and gold embroidery reflecting the flickering candlelight.

She inhaled deeply, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of fragrant perfumes, expensive wine, and warm incense. Everything about this place screamed indulgence, and she grinned from ear to ear.

As she stepped further inside, a few heads turned her way—and then a few more.

One woman, clad in an exquisite lavender dress, whispered something to her companion while stealing a glance at Hua Jing.

Her friend's eyes widened, and soon, more and more women were turning to look at her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and admiration.