The Consort of the R

A gentle breeze opened the curtain, revealing her face. Her skin was as white as fine porcelain, unadorned yet elegant and refined. While she wasn't breathtakingly beautiful or stunningly captivating, she possessed a unique charm. Her brows were like ink paintings, naturally dark and delicate, her features small and graceful, with an air of youthful vibrancy that made her appear particularly striking.,In the evening, as the sun set in the west and night fell, the bustling capital city came alive. Thousands of lanterns illuminated the streets, their warm glow outshining even the stars in the sky.,This is a place where we talk about romantic affairs and have nothing to do with mundane matters. All the people here are performers who only sell their art, not themselves. We have both men and women, and they are skilled in all sorts of things: music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songwriting, singing, dancing, theater, and casual chatter. We've got it all.。