Spring Fragrance's Conditions

"What did you say?!"

Hearing that, Linghu Chunxiang sprang to her feet and grabbed Wang Xian by the arm.

Her sudden movement sent the gauzy veil fluttering open, and in an instant, the spring scenery lay bare, nearly blinding Wang Xian.

Wang Xian hadn't expected such an extreme reaction from her.

He had already made it to Flowing Water Town. The river was the only thing standing between him and his goal. He wasn't about to let that stop him.

Who in this world could stand in his way?

He had plenty of stones, and when it came to fists, he'd never been afraid of anyone.

Looking at Linghu Chunxiang's breasts, as white as jade, Wang Xian smiled. "Is Dragon Valley like the Bitterwater River, then? Does it only open once a month?"

As far as he could tell, if he couldn't enter Dragon Valley, he'd have to force his way in.

Even if that meant offending people, he could always have Ao Qianyu explain things for him afterward.

After all, he didn't know how much longer the old man would live.

"That's not it!"

Hearing that Wang Xian really intended to go to Dragon Valley, Linghu Chunxiang's expression instantly grew gentler, so tender that a single glance could melt him into her arms.

She blinked, poured another cup of wine, and held it in her hands.

Looking at Wang Xian with a smile, she said, "We can talk business."

"What business?"

Wang Xian's eyes shifted as he smiled. "Can you make the call for Old Liu and let him make an exception to ferry me across?"

Linghu Chunxiang didn't answer his question.

Instead, she stared at Wang Xian and smiled. "Are you even a man? You're in a brothel, with a woman right in front of you who can