Shi Chun considered it briefly, then suddenly turned to him and said, "Keep this matter secret for me for now."
Young Master Nan immediately let go of the corner of his little mustache and poured him a drink. "Don't worry. Tell me as soon as you've decided, and I'll sort it out for you as fast as possible. I certainly won't hold up your plans."
The Immortal-Forgetting Tower was a fine place, one that truly could make a person forget about becoming an immortal. Tonight, there was no need to drink until they dropped; losing themselves among its flowers and willows was enough.
The only pity was Zhu Xiangxin. As a man, he could not fully indulge himself here, but the sight of such extravagance had certainly broadened his horizons.
Of course, what stunned him most was the sheer number of wealthy and influential guests. Though they might not remember him afterward, tonight they all raised their cups to his group. After all, the stated purpose of the banquet was to welcome them and wash away the dust of their journey.
Tonight felt like a dream. For people who had just spent more than half a year in prison, it left an especially profound impression...
They did not return all night.
At daybreak the next morning, Feng Chi, who had gathered the news, reported what had happened at the Immortal-Forgetting Tower the night before. They had truly scattered gold like dirt.
When she heard that Wu Jinliang had tossed out a million gold to amuse himself with the beauties, Xiang Lan'er's face turned green. How much had it cost to buy her freedom back then? Had these people gone mad?
She could not help sneering repeatedly. "How generous. They're throwing our money around to show off."
Feng Chi added, "Shi