Chapter 18: A Civil Service Position?

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zijuan walked out of Zhang Qian’s bedroom with her head drooping, her shoulders slumped, and her body pressed against the wall, looking for all the world like a defeated little kitten.

It was a total failure! A complete disaster! If one were to line up all the concubines from ancient times to the present, Zijuan was certain she would be the most unsuccessful one of them all.

All the tricks that Aunt Thirteen had taught her by hand had proven useless! Whether she was heavily made up or wore a plain, natural face, she had failed to stir even the slightest interest in her body from Zhang Qian.

As for Aunt Thirteen’s advice yesterday—“take advantage of his illness and weakness to push him onto the bed”—that was even more ineffective. A sick Zhang Qian refused to let anyone get close to him for long, citing the absurd reason that he was carrying germs!

Zijuan didn't know what "germs" were. However, she knew that her young master wasn't lying; he had only sent her out of the bedroom to avoid passing his illness to her.

While this made her feel sweet, it also made her feel even more "unattractive." Had it been any other concubine, let alone sharing a bed with the young master, she would likely be pregnant by now. Yet she, to this day, hadn't even managed to entice Zhang Qian to touch her body voluntarily.

"I’m not even as good as an iron pipe!" Thinking of the word "attractiveness," Zijuan couldn't help but