And as the focus of everyone's attention, Qin Yunchuan, who was in room 2 of the heavenly character, did not make a single move.
This was truly a cold and emotionless person
Xia Ling lowered her eyes. Her thick eyelashes covered her eyes in sorrow.
"Mister Qin, I've already seen you enter room 2 of the heavenly character. Now, my position as the Courtesan Belle is gone and I'm about to lose my innocence. If I lose my innocence, there's no point in me living. Why don't you come out and meet me?"
As she continued speaking, Xia Ling looked for Hai Hai in her mind.
"Hai Hai, get ready!"
"Alright!"
Xia Ling knew everything that Hai Hai knew in her heart. It would give her the best cooperation.
And on the other side, Xia Ling had spoken from the beginning. If Qin Yunchuan did not come out, she knew that no matter what she said later, Qin Yunchuan would not come out.
Her current identity was that of a fireworks woman. Back then, Qing He was a woman from an official family, so Qin Yunchuan did not take her to heart.
Now that she had fallen into the Red Chamber, Qin Yunchuan would not believe her words.
If she wanted to use him now, she could at most use his sympathy for her.
"Qin, it looks like you really do not wish to see me one last time." Xia Ling curled her lips and smiled.
It was a smile with tears in it. Clear tears flowed down her face like jade beads.
The beautiful and cold girl dressed in white stood beside the red sandalwood cage, looking like a canary trapped in a cage.
Even an ordinary man would turn soft-hearted at the sight of her pitiful gaze.
"One thousand five hundred taels of gold!"
Room three of the heavenly word bid.
"Alright. The guest in room three of the heavenly word has already bid one thousand five hundred taels of gold for Miss Qing He. Is there any more?"
Duke Turtle's eyes lit up as he immediately called out the price.
Meanwhile, the maidservant behind Xia Ling said softly.
"Miss Qing He, put in more effort and raise the price a little higher. Lan Zhi will really not be able to surpass you!"
The maidservant's voice was soft. Clearly, she treated Xia Ling's tears and sorrow as an act.
Xia Ling was indeed acting, but at this point, even the maidservant did not believe her words. How could Qin Yunchuan believe her?
From the girl playing the zither, singing, to publicly confessing her love to the man in the second room of the Emperor, all of this happened in an instant.
Fifteen hundred taels of gold was already a very high price, surpassing Lan Zhi's.
Therefore, if no one offered a higher price, Xia Ling would be able to secure her position as the Courtesan Belle.
However, the girl stood there with tearful eyes. After hearing the fifteen hundred taels of gold, she still stared at the closed door of the second room of Emperor.
"Qin Lang! Are you not even willing to see me one last time? Then what's the use of Qing He living?"
She muttered in despair.
The young girl turned around and walked over in a few steps. She opened the red sandalwood door and jumped down from the cage.
The hexagonal red building had a five-story structure in the middle. The two cages were fixed in the middle. It was a three-story building.
At such a height, it was at least ten meters from the ground.
The young girl jumped as she wished. The white muslin flew up like a white butterfly.
Some people took a deep breath, while others opened their eyes wide, wanting to take advantage of the young girl. Otherwise, the young girl would perish in the next moment, and they would not be able to enjoy the pleasure of seeing her again.
Sighing, the sour scholar even wiped away his tears, wanting to write a poem to mourn this beauty that was about to die.