HRPM – Chapter 395 A Person More Beautiful Than the Courtesan

Upon entering the brothel, they found that the stage for the courtesan competition had been set up on a bamboo platform by the lake.

The guests, meanwhile, were seated inside an elegant hall by the water. The entire eastern wall had been removed, leaving only gauzy curtains and lanterns hanging there, allowing everyone a clear view of the performances on stage.

The hall was packed with distinguished guests, all richly dressed and obviously wealthy. Some looked like refined young masters from scholarly families, carrying themselves with grace and sophistication. Others were portly merchants with vulgar manners, exuding the air of nouveau riche.

Among the many men were also a few wealthy women, most of them over thirty, their faces openly displaying a restless, amorous excitement.

After all, the Courtesan Festival did not only auction off famous beauties—it also featured a small number of handsome male companions intended to cater to rich women.

The guests sat around round tables in the hall, enjoying exquisite refreshments and fine wine.

They eagerly awaited the appearance of the courtesans, intending to bid on whichever beauty caught their fancy.

The moment Jin Luoluo stepped into the magnificent main hall of the Palace of Ecstasy, a few people casually glanced her way—

And then they saw an extraordinarily beautiful young man strolling gracefully through the carved doorway.

A collective gasp followed.

What an exquisite person—like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

His luxurious attire radiated elegance and nobility, and his temperament was utterly extraordinary. Most striking of all was his jade-like face: eyes as luminous as dew upon pearls, a nose as proud and delicate as a snowy peak, soft, moist lips, and brows more beautiful than distant mountain mists.

Every feature of his face was a work of art in itself, and together they formed a beauty beyond compare. The only word that could describe him was marvelous.

The young gentlemen present were instantly dazzled and began exclaiming in admiration.

The commotion soon drew even more astonished gazes.

Thus, as Jin Luoluo walked through the hall, she resembled a Hollywood star making a grand entrance, stealing all the attention.

The excitement of the guests surged at her appearance. Some even forgot entirely about choosing a courtesan, feeling only that the young master seated at the front was breathtakingly beautiful.

No courtesan could compare with him.

Many secretly lamented that if one of the flower queens were as stunning as he was, they would gladly spend every last coin of their fortunes to take her home.

Ignoring the passionate stares around her, Jin Luoluo sat openly and confidently in the front row.

The serving girls of the brothel rushed to attend to her—offering fragrant tea, wiping down the table, dusting off her chair.

Those who failed to win the chance to serve her deliberately wandered back and forth before her, batting their eyelashes and casting flirtatious glances, all in hopes of stealing another look at her enchanting face.