After parting ways with Zheng Fan and giving him some silver, the Sixth Prince did not return directly to his mansion. Instead, he walked through the alleyway behind, bypassing the bustling marketplace, and headed back to the brothel.
The red curtains on both sides of the entrance swayed with the wind, stirring the hearts of countless men.
They swayed and swayed, from centuries past to the present, and were destined to continue swaying for centuries to come.
The Sixth Prince entered again. It was the same private room, and the same foreign woman—blonde, blue-eyed, and bewitchingly alluring.
The foreign woman stood up to pay her respects and walked to the back of the private room. She opened a door panel, and the Sixth Prince stepped inside.
Downstairs, there was a hidden room with a lit candle inside.
A woman in a green brocade robe was at an abacus, keeping accounts. Seeing someone enter, she looked up and immediately rose from her seat to greet him.
"Prince Chengjue."
