Yuan Qian'er's Thoughts

The brothel madam stood nearby, waiting anxiously and sweating profusely. It was almost time for the performance, and she wondered when the conversation would finally end!

Seeing the madam's anxious expression, Yuan Qian'er turned to Su Qingcheng and asked, "Qingcheng, are you still going on stage to dance the Swan Lake?"

"Yes, I promised them, and if I don't dance, they'll cause a scene. It's almost time. Qian'er, do you want to dance too? When I ordered the costumes, I asked the madam to make a pole-dancing outfit specifically in case you came to find me, so you could have some fun on stage!"

Hearing that there was dancing involved, Yuan Qian'er felt an itch in her heart. Both she and Su Qingcheng loved to dance, though they preferred different styles!

"But there are no poles or music here. How can we dance? Besides, wearing such skimpy clothes in ancient times would probably get us pelted with rotten eggs, right?!"

Su Qingcheng said with a look that suggested she had everything arranged long ago, "Don't you worry about that. I've already had the madam arrange all of that. I've been fussing over these things for the past few days; otherwise, I would have taken the stage much earlier and wouldn't have waited until now! As for wearing skimpy clothes, men who come to a brothel would practically prefer you wear nothing at all—they won't care in the least!"

Yuan Qian'er wore a look of utter speechlessness. She turned to the madam and said, "Madam, I will also perform on stage tonight, and I guarantee you'll make a fortune. But this is for one night only. After the performance, I'm taking Qingcheng away!"

The madam wore a troubled expression. Su Qingcheng was a veritable cash cow; how could she just let her be taken away? At this point, she still hadn't realized that Yuan Qian'er was a woman. "Young master, I'm afraid I cannot agree to this! What on earth would a grown man like you be performing for? She is indentured here and cannot leave!"

Realizing she was dressed as a man and not wanting to reveal her female identity, Yuan Qian'er had an idea. She put on a flattering expression and said to Mo Yiran, "Little Moran, I need money. Could you lend me some? Give me two months, and I promise to pay you back with interest!"

Thinking she wanted to buy Su Qingcheng's freedom, Mo Yiran agreed without a second thought—though he would later regret it so deeply his bowels turned green!

"Madam, how about this: I'll buy this brothel of yours! Of course, you name your own price, and I'll give you all the profits earned tonight as well. How's that? It's a great deal, isn't it? You won't lose out either way! We are definitely taking Su Qingcheng away tonight, and she won't perform here ever again. Customers might watch a performance once, but they'll want to see it a second time. If they don't get to see the show, they'll smash your entire establishment to pieces! By then, your losses will be catastrophic. Think it over yourself! Give us your answer after the performance is over."

As best friends of twenty years, the moment Su Qingcheng heard these words, she instantly understood what Yuan Qian'er was planning. With a crafty smile, she said, "Madam, think it over carefully! I'm off to perform!"

Mo Yiran then led Yuan Qian'er back to the private box on the second floor. At that moment, all the lights dimmed, leaving only the illumination focused on the stage. Su Qingcheng stood there with pure white feathers pinned in her hair, wearing a snow-white ultra-short skirt, her exceptionally long stockings accentuating her slender legs. The music slowly began to play.

Her arms extended outward with her wrists drooping. As her arms retracted slightly, her wrists turned upward in unison. Sometimes her arms reached forward horizontally to flutter, and other times they reached upward and fluttered, portraying the various postures of a swan in flight.

Extremely beautiful! Extremely elegant! Such an artistic dance made everyone forget that this was a performance put on by a brothel.

As the dance concluded, the crowd remained immersed in those graceful postures, unable to snap out of it for a long time. Yuan Qian'er took the lead, shouting, "Bravo!" and began clapping vigorously.

"Bravo, bravo!" "Clap, clap, clap, clap..." Recovering their senses, the crowd joined in with enthusiastic cheers.

"It was truly worth the trip! I've never seen such a beautiful dance before. It makes one feel like a swan spreading its wings to fly—simply stunning!" said Uncle A.

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Indeed! Never would I have imagined that Bingmo possessed such a novel dance. It's truly an eye-opener. Dear lady, what is the name of this dance?" Uncle B called out toward Su Qingcheng on the stage.

"Everyone, this is called the Swan Lake, a dance that mimics the various forms of a swan. It is a symbol of pure love and youthful beauty. Although the dance movements are simple, it is a very innovative performance. I hope you all enjoy it! Today's performance ends here. If any of you wish to see more novel dances in the future, please keep an eye out for the notices outside our doors!"

The brothel madam stood nearby, waiting anxiously and sweating profusely. It was almost time for the performance, and she wondered when the conversation would finally end!

Seeing the madam's anxious expression, Yuan Qian'er turned to Su Qingcheng and asked, "Qingcheng, are you still going on stage to dance the Swan Lake?"

"Yes, I promised them, and if I don't dance, they'll cause a scene. It's almost time. Qian'er, do you want to dance too? When I ordered the costumes, I asked the madam to make a pole-dancing outfit specifically in case you came to find me, so you could have some fun on stage!"

Hearing that there was dancing involved, Yuan Qian'er felt an itch in her heart. Both she and Su Qingcheng loved to dance, though they preferred different styles!

"But there are no poles or music here. How can we dance? Besides, wearing such skimpy clothes in ancient times would probably get us pelted with rotten eggs, right?!"

Su Qingcheng said with a look that suggested she had everything arranged long ago, "Don't you worry about that. I've already had the madam arrange all of that. I've been fussing over these things for the past few days; otherwise, I would have taken the stage much earlier and wouldn't have waited until now! As for wearing skimpy clothes, men who come to a brothel would practically prefer you wear nothing at all—they won't care in the least!"

Yuan Qian'er wore a look of utter speechlessness. She turned to the madam and said, "Madam, I will also perform on stage tonight, and I guarantee you'll make a fortune. But this is for one night only. After the performance, I'm taking Qingcheng away!"

The madam wore a troubled expression. Su Qingcheng was a veritable cash cow; how could she just let her be taken away? At this point, she still hadn't realized that Yuan Qian'er was a woman. "Young master, I'm afraid I cannot agree to this! What on earth would a grown man like you be performing for? She is indentured here and cannot leave!"

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Realizing she was dressed as a man and not wanting to reveal her female identity, Yuan Qian'er had an idea. She put on a flattering expression and said to Mo Yiran, "Little Moran, I need money. Could you lend me some? Give me two months, and I promise to pay you back with interest!"

Thinking she wanted to buy Su Qingcheng's freedom, Mo Yiran agreed without a second thought—though he would later regret it so deeply his bowels turned green!

"Madam, how about this: I'll buy this brothel of yours! Of course, you name your own price, and I'll give you all the profits earned tonight as well. How's that? It's a great deal, isn't it? You won't lose out either way! We are definitely taking Su Qingcheng away tonight, and she won't perform here ever again. Customers might watch a performance once, but they'll want to see it a second time. If they don't get to see the show, they'll smash your entire establishment to pieces! By then, your losses will be catastrophic. Think it over yourself! Give us your answer after the performance is over."

As best friends of twenty years, the moment Su Qingcheng heard these words, she instantly understood what Yuan Qian'er was planning. With a crafty smile, she said, "Madam, think it over carefully! I'm off to perform!"

Mo Yiran then led Yuan Qian'er back to the private box on the second floor. At that moment, all the lights dimmed, leaving only the illumination focused on the stage. Su Qingcheng stood there with pure white feathers pinned in her hair, wearing a snow-white ultra-short skirt, her exceptionally long stockings accentuating her slender legs. The music slowly began to play.

Her arms extended outward with her wrists drooping. As her arms retracted slightly, her wrists turned upward in unison. Sometimes her arms reached forward horizontally to flutter, and other times they reached upward and fluttered, portraying the various postures of a swan in flight.

Extremely beautiful! Extremely elegant! Such an artistic dance made everyone forget that this was a performance put on by a brothel.

As the dance concluded, the crowd remained immersed in those graceful postures, unable to snap out of it for a long time. Yuan Qian'er took the lead, shouting, "Bravo!" and began clapping vigorously.

"Bravo, bravo!" "Clap, clap, clap, clap..." Recovering their senses, the crowd joined in with enthusiastic cheers.

"It was truly worth the trip! I've never seen such a beautiful dance before. It makes one feel like a swan spreading its wings to fly—simply stunning!" said Uncle A.

"Indeed! Never would I have imagined that Bingmo possessed such a novel dance. It's truly an eye-opener. Dear lady, what is the name of this dance?" Uncle B called out toward Su Qingcheng on the stage.

"Everyone, this is called the Swan Lake, a dance that mimics the various forms of a swan. It is a symbol of pure love and youthful beauty. Although the dance movements are simple, it is a very innovative performance. I hope you all enjoy it! Today's performance ends here. If any of you wish to see more novel dances in the future, please keep an eye out for the notices outside our doors!"

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