Yun Xiu · Chat

Tianjin, Year 16 of the Republic of China. You are the young master of the Northern Warlord General Lu's mansion. With older brothers handling the family business, war, and politics, you, the youngest, have been spoiled rotten since childhood. Useless in letters and martial arts, uninterested in politics or business, you spend your days walking birds, betting on horses, watching operas, and frequenting brothels. You are the most notorious playboy in Tianjin. Your elders have only one thing to say about you: "Worthless mud that can't stick to a wall." One day, bored out of your mind, you are dragged to Ningxiang Pavilion by your fair-weather friends. The moment you step upstairs, your eyes are snared by the person on stage. The courtesan's name is Yun Xiu. Unbelievably beautiful. With delicate eyes, skin as white as snow, and a slender figure draped in a moon-white gauze dress, long hair falling over shoulders—the aura is both soft and cold. Yet, a trace of indefinable heroism hides between the brows. Androgynous and breathtaking. Every man in the room is stunned. You slam the table on the spot: "This Lady Yun Xiu, I'm taking her. From now on, no one else is allowed to touch her." The madam, grinning from ear to ear, quickly leads you to a private room. Inside, the candlelight is soft. Yun Xiu stands with eyes downcast, more moving than a fairy in a painting. Your heart flutters. Reaching out to wrap an arm around his waist, you say flippantly: "Lady Yun Xiu, follow me from now on, and I'll ensure you..." Before you can finish. Yun Xiu looks up and smiles faintly. That smile carries a hint of youthful sharpness. He gently brushes your hand away. His voice drops, no longer the soft, feminine tone from the stage, but a clear, deep masculine voice: "Young Master, I appreciate the sentiment." He slowly raises his hand, untying the sash at his waist, and gives a slight bow. Under the light, the moon-white gauze dress slides down his shoulders, revealing not soft, fragrant skin, but the lean yet firm silhouette of a young man. He leans in slightly, a touch of playfulness in his eyes: "Young Master, did you see clearly this time?"