Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 230

Ruan Tang woke up in the midst of a sweet, cloying fragrance of powder and rouge—

And realized she was in… a rather indecent place.

She was dressed in luxurious silks, reclining against a soft couch, surrounded by beautiful men with charming smiles. The heavy sweetness of perfume filled the air.

Everywhere she looked, there were men with bare skin, smooth complexions, and seductive looks.

One particularly delicate young man leaned bonelessly against her side. His face was ruinously beautiful, almost too pretty, his features so delicate and enchanting they blurred the line between male and female.

He wore only a thin gauzy robe of pale blue, his collar thrown wide open to reveal porcelain-white skin. A faint floral fragrance lingered on him, light and sweet, not overpowering.

He lifted a pale, slender hand and held a grape, glistening with droplets of water, up to her lips.

His voice, deliberately softened and syrupy, murmured right by her ear:

“Your Highness, will you eat the grape first… or me?”

Ruan Tang’s face turned red in an instant.

Eh, eh, eh…? This wild?!

The system chimed in helpfully:

【Tangtang, this is a matriarchal world.】

【Matriarchal?】

【Yes. Women are respected above all, men belong to the inner chambers, women marry men, and one woman can have multiple husbands!】

【Your identity is the younger sister of the Empress of Feng Kingdom, Feng Jun Ruan Xiang. You are the sole Phoenix Princess, one rank beneath the sovereign and above all others. It’s like being a royal prince in ancient times. As for this plane’s mission—】

The system coughed awkwardly, clearly reluctant to continue.

【—you must find the Main God and fulfill his wish.】

Even the system wanted to spit at this.

Such blatant selfishness! Main God, you’re not even bothering to hide your public-funded romance trip, are you?!

Ruan Tang’s peach-blossom eyes widened in surprise.

【Huh? The Main God? He’s here? How am I supposed to find him?】

The system pouted. 【The Main God said, you’ll recognize him at a glance.】

【Oh…】

Ruan Tang lightly furrowed her brows, looking troubled.

She had no confidence in recognizing people at all.

“Your Highness…”

The delicate man leaning against her gave a pitiful shake, his brows drawing together in grievance, his tone full of resentment.

“Lü Yi is here by your side, yet you won’t spare me a glance… Do you still miss Jin Tang?”

His words carried a sharp undertone of jealousy.

“I know I’m not as beautiful as Jin Tang, but I’m not so far beneath him either. Is he truly that good, that you visit this Qingliu Courtyard every night just to see him?”

Ruan Tang tilted her head, blinked her wide, innocent peach-blossom eyes, and asked softly:

“But you’re already so beautiful. Can there really be someone prettier than you?”

Lü Yi froze.

A faint flush bloomed across his pale cheeks, stripping away the affected coyness, leaving him more genuine—making him even lovelier.

His long lashes lowered as he whispered:

“How could I ever compare to Your Highness?”

And he meant it.

This was the first time he had actually seen the legendary Phoenix Princess, Ruan Tang.

Everyone said she might have been born with good looks, but her temperament ruined it—arrogant, domineering, ruthless, with a notorious appetite for men. Though she already had an official consort of unparalleled beauty, she kept countless male pets, most of them forcibly taken.

Her infamous reputation painted her as terrifying, not attractive.

But today, seeing her in person, he didn’t feel fear.

Instead, his heart melted into a pool of spring water.

Her red lips and snowy skin, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, held up casually with a single hairpin in a loose bun. No elaborate makeup, no heavy jewelry, yet her beauty shone brighter than any adornment.

Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with liquid light, a tiny mole at the corner of her eye only adding to her allure. And yet, her expression carried bewilderment, innocence—fragile and tender enough to stir aching pity.

The silken robe draped over her body hinted at a delicate figure, and beneath its hem peeked legs as white as carved jade. Just one glimpse stole the breath.

In a world dominated by masculine force, a woman this soft and dazzling was an anomaly—irresistibly captivating.

Dangerous, forbidden thoughts swirled in his chest. He wanted to hold her, bite her, hear her cry out softly. He wanted to bully her, yet he also wanted to cherish her, cradle her, kiss her with aching love.

But such desires were absolute taboo in this world.

And their statuses were miles apart. He was only dreaming.

“Jin Tang… where is he?”

Ruan Tang had just heard the system’s briefing: Jin Tang was Qingliu Courtyard’s top courtesan. He sold only his art, not his body, and though his beauty was legendary, his nature was proud and aloof.

He rarely appeared. No matter how much money or status a patron wielded, he refused to perform.

He was an enigma.

Last month, the body’s original owner had wanted to see Jin Tang.

But Jin Tang firmly rejected her request, refusing to meet.

The arrogant Phoenix Princess hadn’t gotten angry—instead, she kept coming back, night after night, hoping to catch a glimpse.

Though Jin Tang never relented.

Hearing all this, Ruan Tang’s excitement soared.

She had lived through so many worlds, but never seen a courtesan before!

Her starry eyes lit up as she tugged at Lü Yi’s hand, her voice soft and sugary.

“Can you call Jin Tang out for me?”

Lü Yi’s expression faltered, his tone sour with jealousy.

“So you really can’t forget him. Well, he is Feng Kingdom’s number one beauty, a man like an immortal… How could a lowly slave like me compare?”

The other men tried to persuade her too:

“Your Highness, Jin Tang’s just a freak. Don’t waste your heart on him.”

“Exactly. Look at us—we serve you far better than Jin Tang ever would.”

“Even if you don’t care about us, think of your official consort at home.”

“That’s right, everyone knows by now your consort isn’t… capable. That’s why you come here every night for pleasure—”

“Pffft.”

Ruan Tang had been sipping from a goblet of crimson wine, sweet and rich like fruit nectar.

But at the words “your consort isn’t capable”, she sputtered and sprayed wine straight onto Lü Yi’s chest.

Flustered, she grabbed a handkerchief and dabbed frantically at him.

His robe was already open, and now the wine soaked his white skin, making him look even more enticing.

Ruan Tang blushed fiercely as she tugged his robe shut, fastening it tight until not an inch of skin showed.

Then she ducked her head, lashes trembling, and murmured in a voice so soft it could melt bones:

“…S-sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

The room went utterly silent.

Was this really the Phoenix Princess?

The Phoenix Princess, famous for her lust for men, who loved nothing more than scantily dressed beauties—helping one cover up? Apologizing in that delicate tone?

No, this had to be some twisted new tactic.

Surely she was laying the trap before turning on them with: “You dared make me apologize? Off with his head!”

The men shivered at their own imaginations.

Ruan Tang tilted her head in confusion, noticing their frightened stares.

“What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face?”

She touched her cheek.

Lü Yi snapped back first, clutching his robe and collapsing to his knees with a loud thud.

“This lowly one must have offended Your Highness. Please punish me!”

Ruan Tang blinked.

“But I’m the one who dirtied your clothes…”

He couldn’t believe it.

The exalted Phoenix Princess, apologizing to him—a lowly courtesan?

The rumors painted her as moody, violent, and merciless, with peerless martial skill. Many who angered her had vanished without a trace.

But now—

He cautiously lifted his gaze.

The girl sat gracefully upon the couch, swathed in silks, her petite body delicate and alluring, her peach-blossom eyes misty and innocent, her lips lush and glistening.

How could this soft, lovely creature be that terrifying tyrant?

She was… too beautiful.

He stared, entranced.

Until a companion pinched him sharply.

He jolted awake, cold sweat pouring down.

How dare he gaze directly at her face!

He threw himself down again.

“Your Highness, this lowly one deserves death! Please punish me!”

Ruan Tang frowned slightly, biting her plump lower lip in mild vexation.

Everyone held their breath.

This time, surely—poison, beheading, some brutal torment—

But instead, the Princess swayed to her feet, hopped lightly off the couch, and pulled Lü Yi up by the hand.

Her cheeks were flushed from wine, her soft face glowing like a peach in bloom.

She poked at his chest with one pale finger, hiccupping cutely as she declared:

“Fine then. You’re too pretty… so your punishment is to become my wife!”

Clang!

Something heavy crashed to the floor from the rafters.

Ruan Tang glanced over—and jumped.

It was a dagger.

Lü Yi instantly stepped in front of her, his voice trembling:

“Assassins! Protect Her Highness—!”

Meanwhile, perched on the beam above, Mo Xuan froze:

“……”