As the banquet drew to a close, the Third Prince tried every way he could to persuade Ren Ye to stay and exchange a few pointers, but Ren Ye shyly declined.
This talk of exchanging pointers really was no joke. If Ren Ye dared agree, the Third Prince really would lead him into a side room in the hall for a grand, many-person melee.
While they were drinking earlier, he had even pinned two girls beneath him on a couch and engaged them in a three-way battle of tongues, without the slightest attempt to hide it.
Honestly, Ren Ye really could not get a read on this man. He was an imperial prince of immensely exalted status, and he also served as minister of rites.
Even in the relatively permissive Southern Border, surely a man like that would not go so far as to... thrust away in public?
All this behavior was rather too unrestrained and utterly at odds with his status. Even if it was a political disguise, he might have to pay for it someday.
In any case, calling a man like him lustful no longer did him justice. This was a throwback to his ancestors, a complete return to primitive life-he had even dispensed with the hide skirt!
Inside the main hall.
"Brother Prince Huai, your retainers may take their pick of these lovely songstresses and spend the night in the side rooms outside the mansion." The Third Prince waved drunkenly. "Do not stand on ceremony. These songstresses are all virgins, perfectly clean."
Hearing this, Ren Ye immediately urged the others, "Anyone who wants to stay, feel free... let yourselves go tonight."
The Little Bad King was no prude. These brothers had all been risking their lives alongside him. Now that they finally had a few days