As Ling'an City's grandest house of arts, Peiyue Building was a favorite haunt of officials and nobles, its halls filled with song and dance every night.
The second floor, Panxi Pavilion.
Unlike the clamor downstairs, this spot offered the best view in all of Peiyue Building. Opening the window revealed a full panorama of the floor below. On the circular stage at the center, several female entertainers were dancing. The occasional high kick of a long leg failed to conceal the allure beneath their skirts, drawing a chorus of cheers from the crowd below.
"She really said that?"
Inside the private room, a man in black robes and a silver mask lounged languidly on a soft couch, propping his head up with one hand. His cold, crystalline eyes lifted to settle on the woman across from him.
"Yes."
Xuan Mei reported dutifully, "Prince Ling relayed a message on behalf of Consort Qi. He also said he would like to invite Miss Song to the Imperial Palace tomorrow to speak with her."
