I am the most envied courtesan in the entire Capital City.
Simply because I bear a seventy percent resemblance to the Crown Princess, on the very night I was put up for sale, someone spent a fortune to buy me.
Clutching the heavy silver in my arms, I sat in the sedan chair, both excited and anxious.
I secretly made up my mind: even if my patron turned out to be a sixty-year-old decrepit old man, I would still gaze at him affectionately and kiss him.
As long as I could get my deed of sale and gain my freedom, I was willing to do anything!
But when I saw the prisoners in the cell, incontinent and raving mad,
I turned around and wanted to leave.
Sorry, I really overestimated myself!
