Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 237

Mo Xuan’s face flushed red as he lifted his head to speak, but Ruan Tang had already answered the knock at the door.

“Come in.”

A tall, broad-shouldered woman in armor entered, her bearing impressive, as if she were escorting a prisoner. She pushed a man forward.

The man’s wrists were bound in front of him. Dressed in pale violet robes that draped over his tall, slender frame, his aura was ethereal, almost otherworldly.

Even in such a humiliating position, he drew one’s eyes without effort.

His eyes were covered with a thin veil of gauze, yet the lower half of his face alone revealed breathtaking beauty.

Beneath his proud, mountain-like nose was a pair of pale, shapely lips.

His fine brows furrowed lightly, carrying a faintly sensual allure.

Especially with the unbidden flush staining his cheeks—and the beauty mark under his eye half-concealed by gauze—his snow-pale skin and extraordinary bearing made him almost too dazzling to look at.

The armored woman kept a stern face, businesslike as she tossed the white-clad man onto the inner bed.

Then she dropped to one knee, cupped her fists, and declared:

“Your Highness Fengque, the Phoenix Lord, knowing you have interest in this courtesan, ordered me to bind him and deliver him to you. By the Phoenix Lord’s command, should this man step out of this room tonight, he is to be executed on the spot.”

Ruan Tang stared in shock.

Her sister… wasn’t this a little too considerate?

She had wanted to see the famed courtesan Jintang, but to have him packed up and delivered straight to her bed?!

Too wild! Way too wild!

Looking at Jintang biting his lip, clearly forcing himself to endure something, Ruan Tang’s guilt gnawed at her.

“He… what’s wrong with him?”

The woman replied, face unchanged.

“The Phoenix Lord considered this man’s temperament—stubborn and unyielding, unlikely to cooperate—so she commanded me to drug him. The medicine is potent. Your Highness may fully enjoy the night.”

Ruan Tang’s little face instantly flushed red, utterly at a loss.

Beside her, Mo Xuan’s face drained of all color.

His hand clenched into a tight fist at his side, and when he looked at Jintang on the bed, barely restrained killing intent surged in his eyes.

But then Ruan Tang’s soft, sweet voice whispered:

“I understand. You may withdraw. Please thank my imperial sister for her thoughtfulness.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The woman retreated and even thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Only before stepping out did she dare to glance secretly at Her Highness Fengque.

The sight froze her in place. A blush spread across her strong, heroic features.

—What “number one beauty in the world”? Compared to Her Highness Fengque, none could even compete!

…

Ruan Tang’s little face crumpled as she looked helplessly at the courtesan writhing on the bed.

Jintang’s body was taut, rolling in pain across the sheets. His long, elegant fingers alternated between tugging at his collar and digging into his own wrist, desperate to hold on to a shred of clarity.

His hair had come loose, tumbling in disarray over his pale violet robes, black silk against light fabric, a vision dangerously enticing.

As Ruan Tang approached, a faint cool fragrance reached her nose.

Normally subtle, at this moment—intensified by his turmoil—it was intoxicatingly rich.

And those faint moans spilling between his sensual lips… made Ruan Tang’s blush deepen further.

Oh no—she had never realized a man’s voice could sound this… beautiful.

No wonder, in past worlds, every time she had whimpered out of instinct, those men would look at her like starved wolves.

She was starting to understand.

Her cheeks burned as she slowly reached out a small hand toward the man on the bed.

But behind her came a hoarse, strained voice, forced through clenched teeth:

“Your Highness—”

Ruan Tang turned, her dewy peach-blossom eyes full of shyness as she glanced at Mo Xuan.

“You big stiff… you may leave first.”

The blood drained completely from Mo Xuan’s face.

His body swayed imperceptibly, as if it took all his strength just to force out:

“As… you command.”

He all but fled, vanishing from sight.

He wanted to run, far from this room, far from Qingliu Court, far from the thought of his little Highness indulging herself with that peerless courtesan.

But he couldn’t.

Even with his heart bleeding, even with each step like walking on blades, he returned to the rooftop—keeping just the right distance.

Not too far, in case assassins attacked.

Not too close, lest he clearly hear the sounds from within the room.

Because if he did… he feared he would storm in, sword in hand, and kill the courtesan serving with his beauty.

His Highness truly liked that man.

Mo Xuan had guarded Ruan Tang in secret for so long. In the past, she had only played lightly with male favorites, listening to their music, nothing more.

But with this courtesan—it was different.

Not only had she lowered her pride to request him for half a month straight, but the amazement in her eyes just now…

—She would surely ease his drugged state with her own hands.

Mo Xuan’s face turned ashen. His heart ached with despair.

…

Of course, Ruan Tang had no idea that Mo Xuan had already imagined her as some lovestruck libertine.

The reason she dismissed him wasn’t because she meant to do anything to Jintang.

She was only worried about his dignity.

They said this courtesan was proud and unyielding, the kind who would rather die than bow.

To fall into such a situation… it must have been a crushing blow. If she pushed him any further, if he were humiliated beyond endurance…

What if, in his shame and fury, he killed himself?!

So Ruan Tang quietly exchanged her points for an antidote, then cautiously reached out her hand to offer it.

But just as her fingers neared him—

Jintang glared at her through the veil.

Those beautiful phoenix eyes, tinged red, were stunning even in fury.

“Don’t touch me!”

His voice, naturally clear and elegant, now carried a hoarse edge, cold and sensual all at once.

The flush on his sculpted face deepened, making him even more dangerously attractive.

Through the thin gauze, he couldn’t see her clearly—only knew that before him stood the notorious Fengque, famed for her indulgence in male beauty!

Hatred filled his chest.

He loathed himself for being caught in her trap.

If she forced herself on him, he would bite his tongue and die on the spot.

But instead, he heard a soft, trembling voice, weighted with grievance:

“I just wanted to give you the antidote…”

Jintang’s brows drew tight. Battling the heat inside him, he ground his teeth.

“I won’t believe you! Don’t touch me! Take your hand away!”

Silence fell in the room.

He caught the faint sweet fragrance from the girl before him.

It was achingly familiar, etched deep in his soul. The scent made the fire raging in his body surge even higher.

He chalked it up to the medicine’s effect.

A while later, her soft, pitiful voice sounded again.

“Fine…”

The girl whispered, aggrieved:

“Then I won’t use my hand.”

(t/n: 凤君 “Phoenix Lord” here refers to Ruan Tang’s older sister, ruler of the phoenix clan, who personally ordered the courtesan delivered. 嵟魁 is a title for an extraordinarily beautiful male courtesan or performer, often compared to the top courtesan of a brothel but in a prestigious sense. The cultural nuance emphasizes both beauty and unattainability.)