The bright moon hangs high, beckoning him down from his pedestal.

Helpless, Xiao Jiu watched as images began to appear in Shen Qingruo's mind.

That was the largest brothel in the capital, Shengxianlou.

Inside the private room, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense, and several elegantly dressed young men were drinking themselves into a rosy-cheeked state.

One of them, dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, was the son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Drunk, he slammed his fist on the table and yelled at the madam:

"Mom, quick! Get Grandpa two more girls who can dance the 'Flying Swan Dance'! They need to have good figures, perky butts, and slim waists!"

Soon, two voluptuous dancers entered gracefully, swaying their hips to the music.

They were performing a simplified version of the Dance of the Flying Swan, their eyes sparkling with captivating charm.

The young man in the blue robe stared wide-eyed, then pulled a dancer onto his lap and began to roughly grope her body, his breath reeking of alcohol: "Finally, I've got my hands on her! Damn it, if she weren't in the palace and her status wasn't so special, I would have definitely found a way to get her into bed and have a taste of her."

The dancer in his arms asked sweetly, "Who is the young master referring to? Is there someone you can't have?"

"Who else could it be!" The young man in blue sneered and took another swig of wine.

"Isn't that Princess Qingruo from the palace?"

"Tsk tsk, you guys didn't see it. At the Celebration Banquet, she lowered herself, wore that dance dress, and danced that song in front of so many people. It made me dream about it for several nights in a row!"

With his other hand, he gestured the curves of a famous S-shaped figure, exclaiming, "That figure is indescribably alluring! Such full breasts, a waist so slender you could pinch it in one hand, and those buttocks are so pert they make your mouth dry, and those legs, so long and straight, if only they could wrap around my waist..."

He let out a lewd laugh, "Won't you be enjoying this to death?"

Several companions around him also laughed, their eyes filled with ambiguity.

The young man in the blue robe became more and more excited as he spoke, seemingly letting out all the sordid thoughts he wouldn't dare utter under the influence of alcohol: "But the thing is, her whole demeanor is so incredibly pure!"

"Innocent yet seductive, this contrast is so damn alluring, it makes you want to pin her down on the bed right now and see what she looks like being tossed around under a man, shattering her innocent image."

The dancer in his arms squirmed in protest, feigning annoyance.

The young master was feeling extremely uncomfortable, and upon seeing this, he became even more aroused.

The dancer's skirt was piled up high and held on someone's lap, a truly unsightly sight.

He leaned close to the dancer's ear: "From now on, you'll be called Ruoruo, okay? Come on, say it for me..."

The dancer called out sweetly, "Alright, Ruoruo will listen to you, young master~"

The surrounding area was filled with lewd noises and the smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of perfume; it was a scene of debauchery and savagery that made one want to vomit.

Shen Qingruo abruptly cut off the connection, her stomach churning, feeling utterly nauseous.

"Aruo, don't be angry!" Xiao Jiu hurriedly comforted her, and the light ball moved closer to her.

"They're all bastards."

"But don't worry, ever since you were made a Noble Consort, all these rumors in the capital have disappeared."

They were trembling with fear, afraid that Shen Wangxi's spies would hear the news.

"And these spoiled brats were all taken back by their own family heads, given a severe beating, and locked up."

"Nobody dares to say such things publicly anymore."

Shen Qingruo closed her eyes, still very angry, and decided to leave the palace.

She needs to let him know that this incident upset her, and she wants him to stand up for her.