"Madam Hua said there's no spot downstairs, but there's a private seat on the second floor. We can have it if we want, otherwise someone else will take it. This is still because I often come here! Should we go?"
Zhu Pang actually wanted to go. After all, he was the son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War; squeezing in the hall on the first floor would be beneath his status. But he didn't have enough Silver, his father had been strict lately, and he didn't dare to charge it.
Sitting in a private seat isn't free. Even if you don't see a girl you fancy tonight, just the seat alone costs a hundred taels of silver!
