The Marquis's Daughter Doesn't Play Nice - A. Introduction
I was a marquis’s legitimate daughter, raised in a pleasure house.
When the marquis came looking for me, I flicked my handkerchief into his arms.
“Why the long face, my lord? Does your wife at home not know how to look after you? The ladies here do nothing but fret over our gentlemen.”
“For a tip of just one tael of silver, I can find you the sweetest lady in the house. Satisfaction guaranteed.”
His face darkened. “You unfilial wretch!”
Busy dreaming of my pocket money, I stumbled in fright.
Hang on, old man. Who are you talking to?
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