Pei Lin led the way as he spoke:

"There are many brothels in this entertainment district. These brothels all have names. The large ones can accommodate thousands of people to watch a performance at the same time."

Pei Lin suddenly stopped and looked at Yun Ling, saying:

"Little bug, there's a night market around here, much more lively than the one at Zhouqiao, with a much more unique selection, but it's not open yet. What do you say?"

"Is there any food in the tile-roofed house?"

"Yes, there are all kinds of businesses in the entertainment district. People tell fortunes, cut paper, sell paintings, sell food, and even sell medicine. There are all sorts of businesses, and it's very lively. Once you go in, you won't want to come out."

This further piqued Yunling's curiosity, and she quickly responded:

"Since there's food in the Wazi, let's go there. As for the night market nearby, we'll visit it another time."

Pei Lin was delighted to hear Yun Ling invite him to visit the night market again next time, and nodded repeatedly in agreement. He then picked a medium-sized tile and went inside.

Upon entering the entertainment district, one could hear cheers and applause emanating from each of the stalls. Although it wasn't night yet, every stall was packed with people. Looking at the throngs of people, Yunling couldn't help but be infected by the lively atmosphere.

Unfortunately, several times when she tried to peek inside on tiptoe, she was completely blocked by the tall people in front of her, which made Pei Lin laugh quite a bit, and he changed the way he called her from "little bug" to "little short legs".

Yunling was displeased. She glared at him and ran towards the open-air stalls. She felt there were more stalls here than at the Daxiangguo Temple. There were at least a dozen or twenty stalls just selling secondhand clothes.

Yunling's curiosity was piqued, so she stopped in front of a stall and, like the women there, picked up some clothes scattered on the ground to examine them. The stall owner kept calling out to her.

"These are all fine clothes that wealthy families would only wear a few times before discarding them. If you know your stuff, just touch the fabric and look at the workmanship and embroidery, and you'll know they're good quality."

"No bargaining, no bargaining. If you see something you like, grab it quickly, or it'll be gone!"

Yunling carefully examined the worn-out cotton coat in her hand. The cotton was good quality, and it wasn't light either. Just as she was about to ask the stall owner about the price, Pei Lin pulled her back and whispered:

"Hey, I can let everything else go, but these old clothes that other people have worn aren't very good, are they? I've heard that there's a high chance they were taken from people in mass graves, or from those clueless tomb raiders. In short, they're all dirty stuff. We don't need to get involved with such filthy things."

Pei Ling was thinking of not interfering too much with Yun Ling's negotiations with others, but when he encountered this situation, especially when he thought about how these people had pulled the corpses off from under those dry, stiff bodies, he couldn't help but get goosebumps and started talking too much.

Yunling chuckled:

“I’m not wearing these myself. Look at the styles, the workmanship and embroidery. They’re better than the ones I’ve worn before. They’re not from some mass grave.”

That's what they say, but Pei Lin was still worried in the end.

"If you're not going to wear it yourself, then why did you buy it?"

"I bought it for reference, so that it can give us a general direction for the clothing products that 'Zhaoyeqing' will launch in the future."

Pei Lin was even more puzzled and pressed for an answer:

"Since it's just for reference, why not go to those clothing shops in Bianjing? They have the most fashionable styles in Bianjing right now, those are the styles that young ladies are after."

Pei Lin's relentless questioning was like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing Yun Ling's enthusiasm. He really didn't understand her at all. She wasn't learning the trendy styles, but rather the weight and workmanship of clothing, embroidery techniques, and using these to innovate and transform.

But now that he said that, she lost all interest in it. Yunling hated going out with these people the most. They would see this and say it wasn't pretty, or they would see that and say it was better to buy it elsewhere. It was incredibly annoying.

Yunling put down the old cotton-padded coat, seething with anger, and then ignored all the other secondhand clothing stalls.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Pei Lin knew he had said something wrong, so he quickly coaxed her:

"Hey, I just saw a silk dress on that stall. It's really popular with those women. Why don't we buy it and take it back for reference?"

Yunling was even angrier now. It was like he had to buy the outcome anyway, but in the middle he had to tease her halfway through, scold her a couple of times, and make her angry before he would just say something casually like he was coaxing a child, as if he were showing great mercy and letting her have her way, asking for her forgiveness.

Yunling remained silent in her anger and walked towards the wrestling performance ahead. Because of her anger, she walked with a gust of angry wind.

Pei Lin was now somewhat dissatisfied. He had already been so humble and coaxing her, what more did she want? Weren't his words reasonable? She was the one who kept getting stuck on her own ideas, what else could he do? Did he really expect him to kneel down and beg for forgiveness?

He's really not that shameless. Fine, fine, let him be angry. He's still angry. Let's all keep quiet. Whoever talks to whom first is a little dog!

But after a short while, Pei Xiaogou couldn't hold back any longer. He ran forward, picked up Yunling in his arms without saying a word, and rushed forward.

Yunling was suddenly grabbed and saw a tall man standing directly in front of her. Seeing that they were about to collide, she quickly patted Pei Lin.

"Screw you, you tiny little thing. If you want to die, die by yourself. Don't drag me down with you."

When Pei Lin saw Yun Ling speak to him, he happily turned around and brushed past the man. However, he still did not put her down. Sometimes he ran fast, sometimes he walked slowly, and he even cleverly tossed Yun Ling up gently and then caught her steadily.

Yunling scolded him, but he wouldn't listen. She was even amused by his shamelessness and had no choice but to give in.

"Okay, put me down, I'm going to get dizzy if you keep spinning me around."

"Who told you not to speak? If you still don't open your mouth, I'll carry you around the entire city of Bianjing."

Yunling struggled to get off the ground and punched him.

"Shameless! You may not care about your reputation, but I do."

Pei Lin was delighted. Yun Ling's punch hadn't bothered him at all; it seemed more like a playful tantrum. This made him feel a little itchy inside. Then, as if someone were performing fire-breathing, he immediately grabbed Yun Ling's hand and ran.

"Quick, there's a fire-breathing show over there."

Yunling was infected by his excitement and became excited as well.

The two stopped in the crowd watching the fire-breathing performance, carefully watching what the person on stage poured into his mouth, and then spat it onto the stick in his hand, and the fire spread across the stick.

Besides the stick, that guy could also breathe fire out of thin air, just by facing the sky and the ground, he would spew out bursts of flame...