Mama Feng's round fan stopped in her hand. Her mouth fell slightly open, and her eyes, which had been calculating how to lose as little money as possible, began to undergo a strange transformation.
Her pupils dilated, the whites of her eyes vanished, and at last both eyes turned into two shining golden ingots.
The Jiangnan Qian Family.
They were the walking treasury of the Great Gan Dynasty! The top-tier patrons every pleasure house and brothel dreamed of!
Qian Dagui puffed out his chest, pulled a thick stack of banknotes from his robes, and slapped them against his palm with a crack-crack, like he was shuffling playing cards.
"Indeed, it's your Young Master! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll cover the doors, windows, tables, and chairs on this whole floor! Oh, and the girls, too! Bring out the best ones!"
"Oh, sweet heavens!"
Mama Feng let out a shriek loud enough to pierce the roof, her voice filled with the most primitive adoration of money.
"Girls! Stop sleeping! Get up and receive the guests!"
"Young Master Qian of the Jiangnan Qian Family is here! All of you, get dressed up and look sharp! Bring out every hidden trick you've got!"
"Open the doors! Welcome our guest—!"
With that cry, the Yihong Pavilion, which had been dead as a doornail, sprang to life.
One upstairs window after another flew open. The girls, who had been sleeping their beauty sleep, heard the words "Qian Family" and didn't even bother putting on their shoes. They rushed out in their gauzy robes.
Laughter and chatter filled the air, carried on waves of fragrance.
"Young Master~ I'm here~"
"Young Master Qian~ Look at me~"
In an instant, the entire hall was filled with powdery fragrance and coquettish laughter.
Fang Mo watched Qian Dagui,