The sun had long dipped behind the crimson walls of Red Silk City, but the streets only burned brighter with lantern light and the endless calls of courtesans.
Mo Han's name was already spreading like wildfire, whispered in teahouses, murmured in wine shops, painted in secret on the lips of noble daughters: "The Pleasure Healer."
By evening, Mo Han himself had closed his chamber for the day. The senior servant lady stood near the counter, directing the last few attendants when the Bai Clan's servants strode in, cloaked in authority.
The sharp-eyed woman who had stood outside his door the day before stepped forward, her voice firm and proud. "We represent Young Mistress Bai Gu of the Bai Clan. We are here to extend her invitation."
Mo Han had just stepped out of his chamber, wiping his hands clean of lingering herbs and powders. His gaze shifted lazily toward the group. "Invitation?"
