"Heh, well, that's certainly impressive."
The brothel attendant gave two dry chuckles, disbelief still written all over his face.
Jiang Shuyue paid him no mind. All she wanted was to know where Chen Yongwang was.
Huahua: [There, there, there-the building to the west. Chen Yongwang is fast asleep in the Thousand-Household Commander's son's arms.]
She and the proprietress stopped at the same time and looked toward the building to the west.
The two-story wooden building was not far away. From outside, it looked quite plain; no one could have imagined the live erotic spectacle within.
Huahua: [You have no idea how spectacular it is in there!]
[Chen Yongwang went wild yesterday. When the excitement went to his head, he put on a prostitute's clothes and performed a dance from the Western Regions for Qin Si. Seven or eight people saw it, and a painter even painted them on the spot.]
[That painter was a missionary, too. His painting was incredibly lifelike!]
The proprietress sucked in a breath.
To think she would hear of something this wonderful in her lifetime!
How thrilling must that have been!
Jiang Shuyue: [Oh my, putting that outfit on Chen Yongwang was such a waste of heavenly treasures. If you ask me, the Imperial Preceptor should wear it. Failing that, my husband would do nicely, too. He'd surely be a beauty to topple a nation, just like the figures in the Dunhuang Murals.]
As she imagined it, she sucked back a mouthful of drool.
By then, several people had already climbed over the wall and were hiding quietly in a nearby tree.
With three people perched in one tree, Murong Tianci felt deeply wronged.
Murong Tianci: Why am I never included in the good things, yet always dragged into this sort of business?
Zhou Yunshen: *You