The Imperial Palace, one of the largest sleepless cities in the capital, is a top-notch gold mine nationwide. As night falls, it's all aglow with a riot of colors and bright lights, its prosperity comparable to Shanghai before its liberation.
The ninth floor is the lounge, where the guests who come to sing are big names in the capital, either with immense power or business tycoons. The hostesses are exclusively from top-notch universities and some models and minor celebrities even come here to earn extra money.
Dressed in a light purple cheongsam that clung tightly to her body, Qi Ziqing left little to the imagination with the high slit that bared her long, delicate thighs. her eleven-centimeter heels clicked on the crystal floor, her exquisite face adorned with a flirtatious smile.
Fluttering her wine-red hair, her fiery red lips curved into a seductive smile, waiters passing by could not help but swallow saliva.
Suddenly, her walkie-talkie rang. A panicked female voice came through, "Manager Qi, something terrible has happened! The girl who was supposed to go to 009 accidentally went to 006. I don't know which bastard mixed up the room signs!"
"Is Ru Hua now in 006?" Qi Ziqing's smile faded, almost dropping her walkie-talkie in surprise. She forced herself to calm down and said assuredly, "Don't panic, I'll handle it."
After turning off the walkie-talkie, she rushed to the 006 box. All of the hostesses on the ninth floor were unbeatable beauties, but not Ru Hua. She had been hired at a high price with her plain face and acne-ridden skin as a secret weapon against her hopeless brother!
Knowing that Qi Zimo had invited his friends to the Imperial Palace and booked the 009 room on the ninth floor that day, she anxiously sent Ru Hua there, but somehow Ru Hua ended up in 006. The guests of the Imperial Palace all had high status. If they were served by a low-quality hostess like Ru Hua, would they let it go? It could only be hoped that the guests in 006 were more reasonable and would not quibble too much.
Cursing under her breath, Qi Ziqing came to the entrance of room 006, took a deep breath and politely knocked on the door, "Hello, I am the manager of this floor, may I come in?"
As the opulently decorated door was pulled open, an extraordinarily handsome and flamboyant man appeared before her eyes.
Wearing casual white attire, he raised his slender phoenix eyes and leaned against the door frame. Looking lazily at Qi Ziqing, he said in a fluent Beijing accent, "Are all the hostesses at the Imperial Palace of such quality? Any woman randomly picked off the street is far prettier than her!" As he spoke, he pointed to Ru Hua in the corner.
As Ru Hua cast a pleading look at Qi Ziqing, she tidied her hair awkwardly, keeping a professional smile on her face and composedly said, "It's a misunderstanding. I will arrange the most beautiful girl on the ninth floor for you, ensuring you'll like her. To make up for my oversight, all your expenses tonight will be on my tab. Are you satisfied with this?"
Her attitude was neither servile nor overbearing; her response was reasonable. The man's eyes lingered on her tall figure for a few seconds, then moved to her impeccable delicate face. He asked, somewhat whimsically, "Pour three drinks as an apology, how about that?"
Qi Ziqing nodded with a smile, "No problem." With that, the man lowered his arm from the door, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked in, "Come in."
Ji Ziqing followed him closely behind, their surroundings adorned luxuriously in the Imperial Palace private room. The ceiling handcrafted from Swarovski crystals reflected the twinkling, rotating, multicolored lights that filled the vast space. She felt somewhat uncomfortable due to these dazzling lights, she subconsciously covered her eyes.
“Today, the young Emperor is the host. I heard that the princesses of the Imperial Palace are as beautiful as fairies. I initially wanted to feast my eyes, but…" the man exclaimed with disappointment, pouring a drink.
Little did he know, the term ‘young Emperor’ caused Ji Ziqing to freeze on the spot. Her blood surged to her head, leaving her incapable of rational thought due to the sudden congestion.
Slowly, the hand blocking her vision fell. Gradually, her long eyelashes lifted, and her dull eyes collided with a pair of bottomless, dark pupils. Her spine stiffened even more, and she found it nearly impossible to take another step.
The young Emperor, Xing Shaohuang, leaned back on the sofa lazily. His slender fingers held a glass of red wine. He had removed his suit jacket, and was only wearing a white shirt. Two buttons were undone, exposing a large expanse of wheat-colored skin, silently exuding enticement.
"Drink," the man who had been pouring the liquor said, handing her the glass, simply uttering a word.
