These were actually some very discreet matters, things most people didn't know about, but Feng Luo knew them like the back of her hand.
What she had the most of here was Eight Diagrams gossip; every day little beggars would come over to chat with her about all the strange and curious things they'd seen.
And what she heard the most was that the girls from Yihong House were once again being carried out in sedan chairs by eight bearers, going to such-and-such lord's residence.
Feng Luo walked a circle around that official, and could faintly still catch a whiff of powder and perfume on him.
With the Assistant Minister of Rites as a cautionary example in front of him, although this official didn't act quite so arrogant, faced with Feng Luo's scrutiny there was still a faint hint of contempt and disdain on his face.
But Feng Luo didn't care about any of this; over the years she had long since grown used to other people's looks.
