If you were intent on going bald, I'd advise you to embrace vulgarity.
In Mr. Dancy's dining room, with the lingering fragrance of herbal tea in the air, Fu Qian quickly sorted through his impressions of the show and summarized them concisely.
He still could not be entirely certain, but Fu Qian felt that he had a fairly good grasp of how both Warehouse and Old Master Ji thought.
The entire Blood Wedding incident had indeed been aimed at Your Excellency Jose. Calling it a hunt would not have been an exaggeration.
Because of the Mother of Gospel's mark on him, Warehouse had deemed him something that had to be purged.
Everything had revolved around that, including but not limited to Old Master Ji impersonating the groom, professing his true feelings in the secret room, and refusing to sign at the altar...
All of it had been meant to stir up resonance with pleasure to the greatest possible extent, making it difficult for Your Excellency Jose to resist the temptation of such lowbrow indulgence.
Then why had such lowbrow filth run rampant everywhere on what should have been a joyous wedding day?
Simple. Whoever caused the pollution had to deal with it. Jose himself had created this mess in the first place.
Don Juan's relationship with him was probably far more complicated than that of an ordinary father and son.
Just as Old Master Ji had said earlier, he was a true continuation of willpower.
Don Juan's intimacy with his many wives was no different from Jose personally sampling their charms.
Because Don Juan was part of him.
Fu Qian was not sure how Your Excellency Amnion had corrupted Jose, but the latter did not seem to have kept the Seed of Ecstasy at bay from the beginning, as he