You Like Those Legs Too?

Music drifted faintly from within the Jiaofang Si.

The madam swayed her hips as she gently pushed open the door to Di Zi Room. Her face brimmed with a fawning smile as she glided inside.

"Lord Liu." Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with flattery.

"What use are you?" Liu Wei sat at the table, his face full of displeasure.

He set down his wine cup with a heavy thud, splashing wine over its rim. His eyes were full of discontent. "Where's Miss Du Juan?"

"Lord Liu, please don't be impatient. Du Juan will be out in a moment, but..."

The madam furrowed her brow slightly, putting on a troubled expression as a sly glint flashed through her eyes.

"But what?" Liu Wei pressed.

A trace of impatience had crept into his voice.

"But Young Master Qian Du and Young Master Lü Xiu in the next room also want Du Juan to keep them company.

"You know those two are not to be offended.

"So the customers can only be decided by 'Flower Appreciation.'"

The madam spoke cautiously, watching Liu Wei's expression from time to time.

Flower Appreciation was really just tipping.

More or less like the top donor on a livestream.

At this,

Liu Wei scoffed. His laughter was full of disdain. "You're afraid to offend them, but you're not afraid to offend us from the Demon Suppression Division!"

His gaze was like a blade, shooting straight at the madam.

"Lord Liu." The madam froze, the smile on her face instantly stiffening.

"You know we're a bunch of Martial Artists—poor, crude, and blunt. You want to provoke me and humiliate me with money."

Liu Wei's eyes blazed with fury. He snatched up his wine cup and flung its contents into the madam's face. Wine splashed everywhere. "Get out, you wretch!"

His voice rang like a bell, full of rage.

Chen Bin smiled. This fellow knew what was what and had a keen sense of his own limitations.

The madam trembled with fright. She didn't even dare wipe the wine off her face. All she could do was bow and smile obsequiously as she hurried out of Di Zi Room, murmuring, "Yes, yes, yes!"

In an instant, the singing girls in Di Zi Room, who had been laughing and chatting moments before, fell silent, fear in their eyes.

They huddled in the Captains' arms, not daring to make a sound.

The Captains stopped what they were doing and looked toward their leader.

Only Chen Bin kept eating his meat at an unhurried pace, as if nothing had happened.

Liu Wei looked at Chen Bin and forced a smile. "Sorry you had to see that, Brother Chen."

"Brother Liu, impressive. Those little tricks really couldn't fool you." Chen Bin raised his head and replied with a smile.

"You're too kind!" Liu Wei raised his wine cup to Chen Bin.

Chen Bin raised his cup as well. They drank together, the wine burning their throats with a bracing aftertaste.

Just then,

the door creaked open.

Li Kun appeared in the doorway, drenched in sweat and panting, as if he'd run all the way there.

"Sorry I'm late."

As he spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Has your wife's back gotten better?" someone teased.

Li Kun said, "I told my wife this was a treat from the head, so I had to come."

"Take a seat." Liu Wei glanced at him and spoke casually.

"I'm done eating. You can have my spot." Chen Bin stood and slowly walked toward the window.

The windows of the private rooms in the Jiaofang Si all opened inward, overlooking the grand stage in the Courtyard.

Outside, on the stage,

the show below was beginning.

"Next, please welcome Miss Du Juan with a dance."

At the clear announcement, a bewitchingly beautiful woman appeared onstage, graceful and willowy.

She was full-figured, and a pair of long legs showed faintly beneath her gauzy skirts. Every step made her sway with alluring grace, instantly drawing a burst of cheers and thunderous applause from the audience below.

"This humble girl, Du Juan, will dance for you, honored guests. I hope you'll show your support." Du Juan's voice was gentle, like a nightingale's song, captivating all who heard it.

As her words faded, the strings and flute began to play, flowing like a babbling stream.

Du Juan began to dance, her long sleeves fluttering like rosy clouds on the horizon.

Every movement was light and graceful, as if she were an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

Chen Bin stood by the window, quietly watching Du Juan dance below.

And this was only a Jiaofang Si in a County Town. What must the one in Dongyang Prefecture be like? Wouldn't its beauties be capable of toppling kingdoms?

He couldn't help saying, "She truly is a beautiful and extraordinary woman."

"Does the lord think Sister Du Juan is pretty, too?"

The little demoness's eyes sparkled as she poured Chen Bin wine and asked.

Chen Bin took the cup, his gaze still fixed on Du Juan. "She's quite pretty. Like a fox spirit."

His voice was soft, tinged with admiration and teasing.

The little demoness shivered, but quickly covered it with a smile and continued pouring Chen Bin wine. "My lord certainly knows how to joke."

Liu Wei also walked over to the window, a hint of intoxication in his eyes. "Chen Bin, what do you think?"

Chen Bin had no talent for appreciating dance. He simply said, "Not bad. Nice legs."

His gaze fell on Du Juan's legs. As she danced, they turned lightly with the rhythm, now spinning, now stretching out gracefully.

Liu Wei looked at him in surprise, as if he'd found a kindred spirit. "You like those legs too?"

Chen Bin said, "Don't you?"

"Great minds think alike!" Liu Wei praised him, nodding again and again.

The other Captains also came to the window. They watched Du Juan onstage, their faces rapt as they became utterly absorbed in her dance.

Soon, the music ended and the dance came to a stop.

The lingering notes seemed to echo in the air, leaving the audience wanting more.

"Now, let's see what our honored guests would like to tip!"

The young male attendant shouted in a shrill voice, his call echoing through the Jiaofang Si.

Soon, the attendant announced one generous tip after another.

"The lord in the Yellow Character-type room tips five hundred taels."

"The lord in the Mysterious Character-type room tips seven hundred taels."

His voice paused. "The lord in Di Zi Room..."

No sound came from Di Zi Room.

"Oh, he's temporarily... asking us to wait a moment."

The attendant's voice held a hint of confusion.

Another moment passed, and still there was no movement in Di Zi Room.

Everyone on the first floor curiously looked up toward the window of Di Zi Room. When they saw it was the Demon Suppression Division's men, no one dared mock them aloud, though a hint of awe showed in their eyes.

They still had some fear of the Demon Suppression Division's reputation.

Just then, laughter came from the neighboring room of the Heavenly Character type.

Lü Xiu stood by the window in fine clothes. He snapped open his Folding Fan. "Since the lord in Di Zi Room hasn't decided how much to tip,

"we'll go first with a thousand taels."

"Brother Lü, how can you break the rules?" Qian Du said from beside him, feigning regret.

Then he laughed and addressed everyone. "Brother Lü's thousand is from him alone. Don't count mine. I'll wait until Di Zi Room has tipped, then I'll make my own offer."

"Hahaha..." Everyone burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the Jiaofang Si.

"They look like a bunch of paupers from the Demon Suppression Division," someone muttered.

"What, the Demon Suppression Division has money to spend at the Jiaofang Si?" someone else chimed in.

"Haha, aren't they all a bunch of paupers?"

The place erupted into laughter, and the crowd's chatter grew louder and louder.

Just then, the door to the private room creaked open again.