Night had just fallen, and Border City looked completely different from half an hour earlier.
People streamed through the streets. Shops, pushcarts, stalls, and makeshift stands had sprung up along the roads like mushrooms after rain. Men held women by the waist, old people led children by the hand, and people in ordinary clothes and extravagant finery alike wandered beneath the night sky... Their carefree delight was enough to make even the ghosts that emerged after midnight imitate them.
During the day, the busiest places were naturally the restaurants, tailors, teahouses, theaters, antiques markets, gardens, and waterfall bridges. At night, however, the best business went to inns, taverns, gambling dens, brothels, and pleasure houses...
Of those, none did better business than the Spring Peach House.
Not only was it the largest pleasure house in the city, but it also had more courtesans than the other two brothels combined.
Whether in talent or beauty, the women of the Spring Peach House were the finest and most outstanding.
Naturally, its prices were somewhat higher than those of the other two brothels, so those who came here for pleasure were not penniless wretches. Most were wealthy.
Over the past two days, however, the number of visitors gathering on the first floor of the Spring Peach House had more than doubled.
They had naturally come after hearing about the White Courtesan, hoping to savor a little indulgence at a bargain price-and that was indeed possible, provided they could elbow their way past everyone else.
"So many people."
Those were the first words Zeng Mu and Yenaier uttered when they arrived.
The building was bustling, the sounds of zithers and flutes filling the air. From the first floor to the fifth, dancing girls performed on the central stages, but there were marked differences between them: