"Why must we go to the brothel?"
"Oh, Brother Zhang means?"
"A respectable family, deep inside Zuo Liang Street, her husband broke his leg, there's an eight-year-old boy, went there the night before... It's nice, holding one hand, a bag of millet will do."
"I'm on duty tonight, so I won't go."
"That's really a pity, alright, I'll go first, there's a dossier I need to find."
Voices of conversation came from outside the window.
Squeak.
The door opened.
A Grandmaster entered, looked around, then pointed at the Fourth Stage: "You, find a record of the Qin State's prominent families, including the origin and family of each Grandmaster."
"Yes!"
Liang Qu didn't understand the Southern Frontier dialect, but watched the official follow orders, pull out a dossier. He hurriedly glanced over, confirmed it wasn't what he needed, and felt relieved.
