Moreover, the courtesans in these courtyards were all genuine clear courtesans; to become their honored guest required far more than just money.
After entering the pavilion, Yue Mingxuan immediately lowered his head, shrinking himself as much as possible, looking like an inconspicuous little servant.
If the madam were to find out that he had come to the front courtyard, who knew what kind of trouble would arise.
Yue Mingxuan quickened his steps to the second floor and handed the golden and silver steamed buns in his hands to the young servant waiting outside.
He then turned around to leave, but stopped in the very next second.
The familiar voice coming from inside the private room, if it wasn't Shang Qinghua, then who could it be?
Thinking about how he himself had been abducted, gone missing, and was now working here like a beast of burden for free, while Shang Qinghua was sitting comfortably drinking flower wine, Yue Mingxuan felt unbearably aggrieved.
