Xianle Inn, as the most rapidly rising brothel in the Capital City, overshadowed the once-thriving Ruanyu Pavilion. Not only were the girls there exceedingly beautiful and talented, but its unique business model also piqued the interest of the city's elites.
Gu Jiao arrived at the entrance.
The gatekeeper was a woman. She glanced at Gu Jiao's token and let her in without a word.
This was Gu Jiao's first time visiting a brothel, and it was quite intriguing.
Unlike her imagination of a world of glamour, in the midst of toasting and merry-making, accompanied by swallows and thrushes singing and dancing, the music here was gentle and elegant, not overly sentimental, but rather like divine melodies.
Walking through the spacious Grand Hall, girls passed by her from time to time.
Gu Jiao swept a casual glance, the girls were indeed as beautiful as celestial maidens.
She felt as if she had stepped into a terrestrial paradise, only lacking a touch of fairy aura.