Chen Pipi pushed the wheelchair to Red Sleeve House. As they entered, he heard several people saying that Imperial Censor Zhang Yiqi had died at this very entrance a few days ago.
The moment Shi Yongheng entered, he naturally became the brightest presence in all of Red Sleeve House. It was simply because he was seated in a wheelchair, and the one pushing it was a fat man—the combination was rather eye-catching.
In the end, they even drew the attention of Red Sleeve House's mistress, Jian Dajia. Shi Yongheng saw her and gave a slight nod.
"Academy's Twelfth Mister bringing a guest to Red Sleeve House is truly a rare sight." Jian Dajia glanced at Chen Pipi and said with a soft laugh.
Her voice was quiet, heard only by the three of them.
"W-we only came to watch the singing and dancing!" Chen Pipi hurriedly explained, his face red.
Shi Yongheng smiled. "It only proves that as long as one is human, one will like beautiful things."
"May I ask this young master's name?" Jian Dajia asked as she looked at Shi Yongheng.
"My name? This body is called Feng Xing Tian!"
"So it is Young Master Feng!"
It was also Chen Pipi's first time learning the name of the person before him, and he silently committed it to memory.
"Girls, Young Master Feng has come to see the singing and dancing of our Red Sleeve House tonight. We must not disappoint him!" Jian Dajia said to the girls beside her.
"Understood, Jian Dajia."
After ordering a table full of dishes, Shi Yongheng and Chen Pipi sat in the best seats and watched Red Sleeve House's singing and dancing.
"Young Master, things are unsettled outside today. I heard gangs in Chang'an are fighting. Why not stay the night at