Chapter 945: Beijing People Really Know How to Have Fun

Sang Qian was trembling with anger. All along, she had been curious where Zu'an was taking them, but she never expected it to be a place like this – a brothel.

For young ladies from respectable families like them to enter and exit such a place, if word got out, their reputations would be ruined. At that point, no one would even come to propose marriage.

After all, what respectable woman would go to a place like this? There are plenty of gossips in this world; if they started fabricating stories, you might end up being seen as someone who occasionally visits the brothel.

Anger value from Sang Qian: 233233233...

Noticing the constant stream of anger points he was receiving in the background, Zu'an was a bit surprised. "You don't need to be *that* angry, do you?"

"How can I *not* be angry? How could you bring us to a place like this?" Sang Qian wondered how he had the audacity to ask such a question.

"That's why I had you disguise yourselves as men," Zu'an said, a hint of a smile appearing on his face as he saw her indignant expression.

"But we could still be recognized!" Sang Qian grew anxious. A disguise as men wouldn't fool those who were observant.

Zu'an glanced at her chest. "Don't worry," he said. "Your sister-in-law might be recognized, but you won't."

Sang Qian looked bewildered. She wondered what he meant.

Recalling his earlier gaze, she instinctively looked down at her own unremarkable chest. Then she glanced at her sister-in-law, whose chest was noticeably fuller. She finally understood.

In fact, she had been a bit confused earlier when changing clothes. Although she was about the same height as her sister-in-law, her sister-in-law's clothes felt a bit too large on her. The chest area, in particular, felt loose.

"My sister-in-law isn't even fat," she had thought at the time. It was only now that she realized where the problem lay. In that instant, she felt a critical blow.

"That scoundrel!" Seeing the teasing smile on Zu'an's face, Sang Qian was consumed by shame and indignation.

Sensing her murderous glare, Zu'an decided to explain himself. "The reason we came here is because I have a friend who might know something about your sister-in-law's situation. If you have any reservations, you can wait outside."

"No, I need to protect my sister-in-law." Sang Qian's eyes were full of suspicion, as if to say, "Who knows what you're really up to?"

Zheng Dan couldn't help but smile. This sister-in-law was quite amusing.

Zu'an, of course, didn't mind. He led the two women towards the entrance of the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

"What kind of friend would be at the Red Sleeve Pavilion?" Sang Qian asked, her face full of suspicion. Even Zheng Dan became interested.

"A friend I met by chance previously," Zu'an explained vaguely.

Sang Qian secretly scoffed. She thought, "Just by hearing that, you know they're no respectable friend."

Upon reaching the entrance, a brothel attendant was already there to greet them. "Gentlemen, are you here to drink and enjoy music, or...?"

"We're here to find someone," Zu'an replied.

The attendant chuckled. "Everyone who comes here is looking for someone. But young masters, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed; the ladies are all still resting."

Sang Qian secretly spat in disdain. Such places were indeed full of vulgar talk.

"No, I'm looking for Miss Nanxun," Zu'an said.

Zheng Dan's ears perked up. She wondered who this Miss Nanxun was.

Lately, she had been tormented by nightmares and had little mind to pay attention to outside news.

Sang Qian, however, frowned slightly. She seemed to have heard the name before but couldn't recall it immediately.

The attendant chuckled, "Everyone who comes here wants to see Miss Nanxun. She's the star attraction here. She's not someone just anyone can see."

Sang Qian finally remembered. The scandalous rumors swirling around the capital recently were apparently about Yu Nan and Zu'an vying for attention at a brothel, which even led to Yu Nan's dismissal from office. As the object of their competition, Nanxun's fame had naturally grown.

Zheng Dan felt a pang of resentment. This fellow really was something; everywhere he went, he got involved in ambiguous relationships with courtesans. If she remembered correctly, the last time in Moonfall City, it was someone named Qiu Honglei.

Seeing the attendant's various evasions, Zu'an naturally understood what he meant. He tossed over a small piece of broken silver. "Go tell Miss Nanxun that A'Zu is here to see her."

Cupping the silver, the attendant's face immediately broke into a fawning smile. "Please come inside, gentlemen. I'll go inform her immediately. However, Miss Nanxun holds a special position, and whether she wishes to see you is not something I can decide."

He wanted to make the disclaimer upfront, lest Miss Nanxun refuse to see them and this man demand his silver back.

"It's fine, she'll definitely see me," Zu'an said, as if stating the most ordinary thing.

The attendant thought to himself, "What nerve! How many nobles and aristocrats in the capital now have to wait in line just to see Miss Nanxun?"

Of course, he wouldn't voice his inner thoughts and offend a customer. While maintaining a deferential smile, he led them to a private room. "Please have some tea here, gentlemen. I'll be right back."

After speaking, he hurried towards Nanxun's courtyard. At the same time, he found it a bit strange how excessively handsome the two companions of that guest were.

Having worked in a brothel for so long, he had a sharp eye. He wasn't entirely sure about the thinner one, but the other was definitely a woman.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these gentlemen in the capital really know how to have fun!" he thought. "Bringing their female relatives along for entertainment."

The attendant's face was full of envy. He had seen such things before in this line of work, so it wasn't particularly strange to him.

Soon, he arrived at a small courtyard. Given Nanxun's current status, she naturally had the privilege of having her own private courtyard.

Hearing his report, the maid at the entrance immediately refused. "Go, go! Do you know who our lady is? She doesn't just see anyone who asks."

The attendant wasn't surprised by this response. He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly recalled the guest's instructions. For the sake of the silver, he added, "That person said he's Miss Nanxun's friend, something like A'Zu."

"A'Zu?" The maid was startled. She wondered why she hadn't heard of such a name. However, she dared not be careless. People in the capital were either rich or noble. It would be troublesome if she accidentally offended someone on her mistress's behalf. "Wait here, I'll go ask."

With that, she picked up her skirt and scurried inside.

In the innermost room of the courtyard, the highly sought-after courtesan, a star in everyone's eyes, was currently massaging the shoulders and neck of a beautiful woman reclining on the bed. She exclaimed, "Mistress, your figure is truly enviable!"

The beautiful woman smiled faintly. "You're not bad yourself."

"I'm far from your level, Mistress," Nanxun said wistfully, her gaze lingering on the other woman. She had always been confident in her own beauty and figure, but compared to this woman, she still fell short. "Are women of the demon race all so incredibly well-figured?"

The beautiful woman was, of course, Kong Nanwu. She clearly had no interest in discussing this topic. "By the way, has that Zu'an not come to see you yet? It seems you didn't try hard enough that night."

Nanxun said with a hint of resentment, "What do you mean I didn't try hard enough? After that night, my mouth was sore for ages! I can only say that men are faithless and fickle. How could they ever truly care about women like us?"

No sooner had she spoken than the maid's voice came from outside. "Miss, Miss, there's a guest outside who says he's your friend and wants to see you."

"I'm not seeing anyone. Don't bring just anyone to me." Nanxun was already annoyed. Lately, many young masters had claimed to be her friends. Did they think that just because they...