Three days later.
The sunset hadn't fully descended, hanging at the horizon and dyeing the white clouds a reddish hue.
Before the sun had set, Yilian Building was already fervently preparing for the auction of the Oiran.
In an old-fashioned room, an elderly procuress with heavy makeup and a plump figure was tirelessly persuading: "You should accept your fate. Even if you don't, there's no way around it. This matter is a direct order from Madam Shen. The Prime Minister dearly loves his wife, don't say he's not here; even if he were, he couldn't change the outcome. You should feel better and find a good suitor tonight to live a prosperous life in the future."
Qin Ying was born with a rare beauty and charm, yet she wore a worried expression at this moment. She kept silent after hearing the procuress's words.
Xiao Qiu, the maid standing next to her, didn't dare to speak up.
