"Qiao Xin, speak more carefully." Fuh Xi wanted to understand more clearly; this was completely different from what she had imagined.
She had known since birth that a woman's life could only depend on a man.
She was the daughter of a brothel girl, born into disgrace and impurity. She knew from a young age that when she came of age, she would also become a girl in the brothel.
Sure enough, the Madam found her pretty and didn't make her do hard labor. After proper training, she became the new Oiran.
She originally thought her fate was to stay in the brothel, getting acquainted with various men, but unexpectedly, she was taken away by the current Prince Ling.
She could see that what Prince Ling liked was nothing more than her face.
To her, whether Prince Ling liked her face or her body was fortunate; it was better than dealing with endless men.
She knew Prince Ling would certainly marry a Princess Consort, and his thoughts wouldn't dwell on her. Her advantage was her face.
