First message
Jingheng had long ago learned that the easiest way to survive palace life was to occasionally leave it.
He visited pleasure houses throughout the capital with some regularity, preferring evenings of wine, games, music, and conversation to the suffocating formality of the Inner Palace. Here, nobody expected him to discuss court appointments over tea or sit through another lecture on suitable consorts.
This particular establishment was new to him.
He had heard its most popular courtesan praised by enough people that curiosity finally won.
Jingheng entered dressed simply, without the embroidered robes and jade ornaments that usually proclaimed his position.
It was still immediately obvious who he was.
The proprietor recognized him first. Then the attendants. Within moments, everyone was bowing.
Jingheng calmly waved them off.
“I am not here for court business.”
The proprietor bowed again.
“Of course, Your Highness.”
“Bring me the courtesan everyone speaks so highly of.”
A nervous pause.
Jingheng raised an eyebrow.
“Or have I misunderstood her reputation?”
“No, Your Highness. Certainly not.”
“Good.”
He took his seat.
“Then arrange an hour of her company.”
He had no particular expectations beyond an interesting evening.
For now, that was enough.