The Red Mole Prophecy : A Concubine's Rise (BL)

chapter 4: The Red Pavilion

The night air was heavy with the scent of incense and perfume as Rong Xiang arrived at the Red Pavilion brothel. The building's crimson walls seemed to glow with an inner fire, its intricate carvings reaching like skeletal fingers towards the moon.

Rong Xiang's entourage, a mix of visible attendants and hidden guards, fanned out around him as they entered the brothel's ornate doors. The interior was a labyrinth of velvet-draped corridors and intimate chambers, the soft murmur of conversation and laughter weaving through the air like a seductive spell.

Zhi, ever vigilant, scanned the surroundings before nodding to Rong Xiang. "Bao awaits, my lord. In the Golden Phoenix chamber."

Rong Xiang's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he made his way through the winding corridors. His hidden guards melted into the shadows, their presence undetectable to the casual observer.

The Golden Phoenix chamber was a sumptuous room filled with the finest silks and most exquisite artwork. Bao, a figure shrouded in shadows, stood by the window, their face obscured by a mask of black silk.

Rong Xiang's gaze locked onto Bao, his mind racing with the secrets they would soon share. "Bao, our time is upon us. The Second Prince's ambition will not be silenced. We must act."

Bao's voice was low and husky, their words dripping with intrigue. "I have the information you requested, your Highness . The Second Prince's plans are more sinister than we imagined..."

As Bao spoke, Rong Xiang's grip on his fan tightened, his heart pounding with anticipation. The night was young, and the game of power was afoot.

Bao and the Fourth Prince met a person who claimed to know the secret of the Second Prince. They sat at a table, the Fourth Prince listening intently while drinking wine. Suddenly, he felt a searing heat emanating from his lower body, making him gasp for cold air. He glared at the person with a murderous look, as if he wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces. The Fourth Prince roared in anger, his face red with rage.

The person, seemingly unfazed, smiled sweetly at the Fourth Prince's outburst. "Ah, Your Highness, I see you're as... passionate as ever," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Bao's eyes flashed with warning, but the Fourth Prince was beyond reason. "You dare to mock me, you insolent dog?" he bellowed. "I'll have your head on a spike for this!"

The person leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Oh, I think you'll want to hear what I have to say, Your Highness. You see, I know all about the Second Prince's little secret. The one that could bring down the entire imperial family."

The Fourth Prince's face turned purple with rage, but Bao's grip on his arm restrained him. "Let him speak, Your Highness," Bao hissed. "We need to know what he knows."

The person smiled again, clearly enjoying the Fourth Prince's discomfort. "Very well, I shall tell you. But first, let me pour you a cup of wine to calm your nerves.

Suddenly, lots of assassins rushed into the room. The Fourth Prince's hidden guards protected him, as he was on the verge of collapsing from rage. Seeing the chaotic scene infront of him, a strong killing intent surged in his heart. He jumped out of the window, performing a lightning-fast Khufu technique. Leaving the people behind him to fight, he needed to resolve his own destiny right now.

With a jump, the Fourth Prince launched himself out of the window, his movements a blur as he executed a swift and deadly Khufu technique. His hidden guards rushed to protect him, forming a tight circle around their master as they fought off the sudden onslaught of assassins. The room erupted into chaos, with the sound of clashing steel and shouts filling the air.

The Fourth Prince didn't look back, his focus solely on escaping the deadly trap. He landed gracefully on the roof below, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. His heart still seethed with killing intent, his mind racing with the secrets the mysterious person had revealed.

He knew he had to resolve his own destiny, to confront the Second Prince and put an end to the treachery once and for all. With a swift leap, the Fourth Prince bounded across the rooftops, his movements a testament to his mastery of the ancient arts. The night air rushed past him, his heart burning with a fierce determination to claim his rightful place.