What young people wanted was very simple.
Nothing more than fairness, a measure of compassion, a kind of justice.
Nothing more than that.
Yet nothing more than that...
Was already far too much!
Asking for wealth or fame would never have been this difficult. Yin Wenyong pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Cheng Jiliang was embedded in the ground, all his strength temporarily drained, utterly unable to pull himself free. Nor did anyone dare come to his rescue. He had already done everything he could, desperately hoping it would all end here, but Qiongzhi, the one controlling his fate, still had not spoken another word.
"I truly want to agree to it."
At last, beneath the young man's gaze, he spoke. "My face isn't worth a penny!"
His features twisted, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, but he forced himself to stillness in the end. Dejectedly, he said, "But the face of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion... isn't mine to decide."
Everyone knew that Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion on Flower Street in Shangqiu City had been built brick by brick by Cheng Jiliang. Everyone knew that throughout the whole Song Kingdom, all affairs of Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion were decided by him.
But ever since Qiongzhi's Heartbreak Tune had shaken Shangqiu and made her the leading courtesan of Flower Street, this place had long since changed masters.
He was Qiongzhi's dog! No different from the big yellow dog Old Quan kept.
To this day, he still did not know Qiongzhi's origins or her purpose. The only thing he knew was that the Qiongzhi of today was not the outstanding sixth-year student of Bliss Courtyard whom he had personally brought back from the main pavilion. The flesh remained, but the soul was different.
With a leash around his neck, the only thing he