After Fu Mingyue made her escape through the tunnels, Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng did not pursue her again, instead they found two upper-class rooms at Mingyue Fragrance to rest for the night.
Why two rooms?
Xiao Pingfeng had some reservations about this.
Yan Wanqing patted his shoulder.
"Don't be so strict about everything. If we don't give them any opportunities, wouldn't our trip here be a waste?"
It indeed wasn't a waste.
Driven by the two men's recent brawl downstairs and that hefty bag of silver, the girls at Mingyue Fragrance were still keen to flit to their rooms.
The singing and dancing brought peace, accompanied by dulcimers and flutes, beauties and wine. Soon the moon rose above the willow tops, and Yan Wanqing lay unmoving on the table, clearly deep in slumber.
After a while,
The beauty in red by the neighboring table, rubbing her brows and visibly tipsy, tried to rouse Yan Wanqing with a gentle prod.
"Sir? Sir!"
