A Gathering of Masters

"An exceptional Courtesan Queen?" Song Qingshu wore a strange expression. He really did seem to have an unusually deep connection with courtesans.

The moment he entered Qiuxiang Tower, Song Qingshu caught a refreshing scent of perfume and powder, as though he had stepped into the cosmetics counters of some grand shopping mall from his previous life. As he looked around, everything in sight was resplendent and lavish, filled with singing girls and dancing maidens. Song Qingshu sighed to himself. No wonder it was called the greatest brothel in the Jin Dynasty. Its scale and grandeur surpassed even those famous entertainment venues from his previous life.

"I wonder how He Qing's brothel is coming along." Song Qingshu revealed a worried look. Things were manageable within the Qing Dynasty, where she had his favorable policies and secret backing. But in other countries, competing with brothels of this caliber would likely make for grim prospects.

Qiuxiang Tower differed somewhat from ordinary brothels. A broad platform stood at its center, surrounded by a fan-shaped arrangement of seats. There were several more floors above, and Song Qingshu took a casual glance before realizing that the rooms upstairs were private boxes, likely reserved for guests of high status or immense wealth. The entire establishment resembled a miniature Roman colosseum.

Wanyan Liang led him upstairs all the way to a private room on the top floor. Song Qingshu nodded inwardly. Given Wanyan Liang's power in the Jin Dynasty, naturally he would choose the best spot.

There was already someone in the room. Song Qingshu's sharp eyes spotted a scruffy, one-armed man sitting alone in a corner, drinking. Who else could it be but Yang Guo? He appeared utterly indifferent to everything; even when Wanyan Liang and Song Qingshu entered, he did not so much as lift his