The courtyard the City Lord had arranged was a size larger than the little bamboo courtyard in Cold Flower Valley on Beiya Mountain.
It was practically a small ornamental garden.
Still, it was a courtyard within a commandery city, and its landscaping had a little more extravagance and a little less natural beauty.
As he stepped inside, precious flowers and trees lined both sides of the bluestone path. The evening breeze brushed past, carrying faint fragrances.
In no mood to wander, Song Yan headed straight for the main residence.
He pushed open the door and entered.
The sight inside stopped Song Yan in his tracks.
Candlelight flickered. Two girls wearing only sheer gauze knelt demurely at the edge of the bed. Seeing the door open, they hurriedly rose and bowed.
One was tall, the other petite. Their skin showed faintly beneath the gauze, the snowy peaks of their curves fully revealed.
Steam rose from the bathing pool beside them, its water strewn with flower petals and scented essences.
Xiao He tried to poke her head out for a look, but Song Yan pressed her back down.
"Ahem, you two are-"
The two girls exchanged a glance. One lightly bit her cherry-red lip, her face flushing slightly. "My lord immortal, the City Lord ordered us servants to attend you at bedtime-"
The taller girl forced herself to remain composed and dipped into a curtsy, her figure breathtaking.
"We are both still virgins. As long as it pleases you, my lord immortal, we will do anything..."
Her voice grew softer as she spoke, until it was barely louder than a mosquito.
Song Yan had to admit that Zhao Huaizhen certainly knew how to handle things, and his intentions were clear.
He could simply select a few exceptionally beautiful girls to share their