Moon Palace Flower Cards!
Hundreds of people came sweeping down from the tower ship.
The young woman named Qiong Yi stood at the front of the crowd and spoke with a radiant smile.
Lin Bai, Meng Qinxian, and the others followed the crowd down from the tower ship and looked up at Qiong Yi.
The woman was as beautiful as a flower, with a graceful figure, skin smooth as congealed cream, eyes like stars, and a nose as elegant as a jade beam. She truly looked like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal world.
Most strikingly, she exuded an air that made people feel close to her.
That feeling was like a wanderer who had been separated from his homeland for years finally returning to its embrace—utterly peaceful and comfortable.
Meng Qinxian's eyes immediately lit up. "Brother Chen, it seems you weren't exaggerating. Every woman on this Moon Palace is a thousand times more beautiful than the women we've seen along the way."
Chen Yule smiled faintly. "This is Qiong Yi. She welcomes guests at the ferry crossing. Later, she'll announce who is receiving guests tonight and who is resting."
"Once she announces the flower cards, we can choose a place to go."
Meng Qinxian nodded repeatedly in sudden understanding.
At once.
Meng Qinxian looked around at Lin Bai and Yi Heze, then said, "Brother Chen, there are so many of us. Won't one Courtesan be insufficient to go around?"
Chen Yule said with a bitter smile, "Brother Meng, you're mistaken."
"The Moon Palace Courtesan and the masters of the seventy-two palaces and ninety-nine pavilions are all pure entertainers. They sell their art, not their bodies."
Meng Qinxian's eyes widened. "They sell their art, not their bodies? Then what are we here for?"
Chen Yule said with a bitter