To be honest, Yu Ziqing had never been to such a place before. Invited generously by Emperor Kuihou, who directly brought him here, Yu Ziqing found it hard to decline.
Standing beneath this nine-floor brothel, he felt that the building seemed to conceal mysteries, as if it was a giant magical treasure itself.
This surely cost a fortune.
Upon entering, the first-floor hall was filled with cheerful voices, bustling with activity.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, one did not feel overwhelmed; it was as if entering brought with it the identity of an old visitor, the commotion suitably matching the setting.
As soon as they entered, someone came to greet them, but Emperor Kuihou waved them off, insisting on personally accompanying them.
He led Yu Ziqing, touring from the first floor up to the highest, the ninth floor.
The higher they went, the quieter it became. The decorations, the ambiance, and even the staff reflected understated luxury, with undeniable class and elegance.
