Despite his busy schedule, Liang Dazhuang still found time to visit the Crimson Pavilion. There were many establishments like it in the area, and it was hardly an upscale venue. It had no celebrated beauties or renowned performers, only women of commonplace charms who catered to the lower classes. Anyone with genuine status or standing would have disdained such a place. 😲🏆 ☝🐨
But Liang Dazhuang saw nothing unusual about it. As an ordinary house servant, this was exactly the sort of establishment suited to him. Besides, he was a normal man, and for a man to come somewhere like this to attend to his needs was only natural.
Even so, Liang Dazhuang remained extremely cautious. After completing the task Hu Xiaotian had assigned him, he waited until nightfall before going out. He took several turns along the way, making sure no one was following him, then entered the Crimson Pavilion and discreetly requested Chunhong.
Chunhong was Xiangqin. Even at the Crimson Pavilion, her looks placed her among the women no one patronized. As women went, she was naturally the exceptionally safe sort. If Liang Dazhuang had not occasionally visited her, almost none of the customers would have given her a second glance, even though she was the establishment's secret owner.
Outsiders knew nothing of this. To them, anyone who requested Chunhong had peculiar tastes. To put it kindly, some preferred radishes and others cabbage.
Entering Chunhong's room, Liang Dazhuang let out a deep breath. The humble, ingratiating smile on his face vanished without a trace, and his obese frame straightened considerably. A keen gleam shot from his small eyes, and an unfathomable air settled over him.
Xiangqin sat in the candlelight, her hands so plump they were dimpled, endlessly toying with a pink silk handkerchief. There was no trace