Yun Xiangyue hurriedly took the medicine Wang Yue handed her. She didn't even wash it down with water or hesitate, but swallowed it without a second thought.
After taking it, she felt a cool sensation spread through her body, easing the faint heat that had been building inside her.
Knowing how effective Wang Yue's medicine was, she hurriedly thanked him with a bow. She also sent her maid Suyi back to fetch a tray of silver. After thanking him once more, she returned to her room with Suyi.
Since there was nothing else to do here, Wang Yue didn't plan to stay any longer. He looked at Mu Zhuohua, wondering whether she and her maid still wanted to look around.
Seeing that Wang Yue showed no reluctance to leave the brothel, Mu Zhuohua left Little Qin Palace with him and Guo Juli and went home, while Song Yun headed to the workshop.
Back home, Mu Zhuohua drank a cup of hot water to warm herself before praising what she'd seen that day. She thought those young women were truly impressive. Even in the bitter winter, they wore such thin clothes and danced so beautifully. She was bundled up in so many layers and still felt cold.
Seeing Mu Zhuohua praise those soft, flowing dances so highly, Guo Juli couldn't agree at all. She brought out the Drum Beating Urn Gold Hammer Wang Yue had recently made for her and began swinging it with a fierce flourish, determined to save her mistress's sense of aesthetics.
Mu Zhuohua burst out laughing at Guo Juli's antics. The little girl's two enormous hammers, with their hammerheads attached, were nearly as tall as she was. The sheer contrast was so funny that she couldn't help laughing.
In truth, Guo Juli's hammers were called Drum Beating