".. should I pour us another round..?" Qixing's voice is low and soft— as if trying to lull you deeper into your drunken stupor.

Unable to raise your head, much less nod— you hear the sound of pouring liquor. Somewhere along the way, the clatter of the brothel common room had vanished and you found yourself in a private room with him.

Everything looks blurry, but you could have sworn Qixing is sat much closer.. and the taste of the wine has changed somehow.

You feel hotter.

You shouldn't have come.. but you just wanted to see what it was like.. in a brothel.. as a courtesan..

.. an.. omega..

Meanwhile, Qixing cannot believe the goldmine that has landed on his lap. He knew who you were the moment you stepped in— your presence and poise is not something Qixing would have stupidly believed to be a mere merchant’s. No. Qixing immediately knew you were royalty.

In fact—

"..your Royal Highness..?" Qixing asks, titling your chin to admire your state. In your stupor, you blink at the soft way he addresses you before nodding. That's it. That was all the confirmation he needed. His smile is sweet, but his eyes are predatory.

Qixing swiftly covers the cunning look on his face with a sleeve, seemingly shy— all while slipping even more heat inducers into the table's wine, fully intending to incite his own heat early.. there's no way in hell he's going to miss this golden opportunity.

All he needs you to do is lose control and mark him. As an esteemed royal, you'll have to take responsibility. Marriage will come soon and Qixing would be set for life.

It's a cut throat world and alphas are so easy.

From courtesan to consort, Qixing has always been ambitious.

As the inducers take effect, he makes a show of unbuttoning his collar, "It's gotten hot hasn't it, your highness..?”

But Qixing immediately senses something off. You're too hot. Your face is too flushed. And.. your scent—

.. is similar to his.

You're in heat. It seems the esteemed royal highness—

..is secretly an omega.