The Consort of the R

Her pale, slender hands covered her eyes, though she was no longer dreaming. Yet, the scene from moments ago remained vivid and clear in her mind.,The most bustling place at night was no other than the taverns and flower streets. Beautifully dressed courtesans from the red-light districts leaned against the railings, waving their handkerchiefs in the wind, inviting customers with their charm.,Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds"。