Chapter 2: Nightclub Queen
She kept up this pretense of illness for many days, and Sun Jiaojiao used the opportunity to get a clear grasp of her situation.
She had indeed transmigrated, but she was still called Sun Jiaojiao. She was the precious legitimate daughter of the current Minister Sun, fifteen years of age, and already betrothed. Her future husband was the current Crown Prince. One could say she was a phoenix among women, her status noble.
The guard from yesterday was named Xiao Er, the maidservant Yu'er.
She had eighteen guards just like him, four in the open, fourteen in the shadows. Each one was a top-tier expert, all sent by her father to protect her.
As for maidservants, all the women in this residence were her servants. Mistress Sun had died early, leaving only Sun Jiaojiao as the sole seedling. Minister Sun was completely absorbed in court politics and had no interest in women. He had never remarried, not even taking a concubine.
Perhaps it was precisely because Minister Sun was highly respected and had no other heirs—meaning there would be no overbearing relatives-by-marriage interfering in politics in the future—that the old Emperor had confidently played matchmaker, designating Sun Jiaojiao as the future Crown Princess. They would have their grand wedding as soon as she turned sixteen.
The Sun family had no matriarch to manage the inner courtyard, so it was naturally inconvenient for other idle, wealthy ladies to visit.
This was a good thing. Sun Jiaojiao had been "ill" for so long, but apart from her cheap father, who was busier than the reigning Emperor, rushing over to see her once, no one else had visited. This allowed her anxious heart, which had been terrified of being exposed, to finally settle down.
So be it, so be it.
Since she was here, she would make the best of it.
Actually, life as a Young Miss was pretty damn good. Clothes came to her outstretched hands, food to her open mouth. Even if she took a nap, a little maidservant would kneel by the chaise lounge to gently tap her shoulders and massage her back.
The days of a high-born lady, never stepping out of the inner courtyards, were good in every way, except for being a bit boring.
As the saying goes, with warmth and full bellies come lewd thoughts. After several days of boredom, Sun Jiaojiao began to feel a restless loneliness, missing her modern-day life of dazzling lights, fine wine, and living as if in a drunken dream.
Before she transmigrated, she was a proper PARTY QUEEN, a little nightclub siren. Every time she was at a bar, didn't she hook men until they were ecstatic, their souls flying away?
One time, she took it too far and jumped onto the stage to dance. The stage lights followed her every move, flashing and dazzling. High on the dance and the excitement, she ripped off her bra and threw it into the crowd. The entire club, men and women, erupted. Screams and cheers rose and fell, unending. Everyone waved their hands, trying to grab Sun Jiaojiao's bra.
When she finished her dance and the high wore off, she jumped down from the stage, face flushed and heart pounding. She found her entire body felt like it had been shot full of adrenaline. Without their covering, her two little red beans were even perkier, straining as if they wanted to burst through her thin camisole and give those stinking men a real eye-opener.
As she was getting off the stage, she didn't know which audacious man had snuck a feel of her breast in the chaos, squeezing it so hard she almost yelped.
But that feeling... it was really thrilling.
Later, when Sun Jiaojiao went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, she discovered that her panties had become soaked without her even realizing it. The thin fabric couldn't hold back the tide of her juices; a transparent, sticky fluid clung to the lace trim, about to drip, as if she had just finished a round of intense, ecstatic sex.
Sigh...
Sun Jiaojiao sighed and looked up at the obtrusive maidservants in the room. Within a ten-meter radius, apart from the four male guards standing outside the door like wooden posts, there wasn't a hint of male hormones. She feared that in this room, even the mosquitoes were female!
But... wait... those four guards... Sun Jiaojiao's gaze swept over the four wooden posts. Seeing their tall, broad-shouldered figures, her eyes instantly lit up, like Columbus discovering the New World, filled with joy.
A man with that kind of build... usually wouldn't be bad in that department, right?
"Yu'er... go call Xiao Er for me." Sun Jiaojiao licked her lips, turned over, and adopted a side-lying pose that showed off all her curves. She deliberately flirted with her skirt, hooking a small section of her snow-white calf out from under it, revealing a slender, beautiful ankle. A thin white gauze covered her calf, making it barely visible. Ensuring this pose was as alluring as possible, she then spoke softly to her personal maidservant, Yu'er.
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