Xiao Shang is staying on the boat today, which means those eight courtesans are in trouble.
Six musicians played music all night long; some had their cheeks numb from playing; others had their fingertips red from playing; the most beautiful musician even stood behind Shang Yanting, carefully massaging his shoulders all night; and then there was Hua Ying, who took care of all the fruit with peels on the painted boat.
It was... an absurd night!
The next day, the original author, Xiao Shang, woke up from his drunken dream and watched as the exhausted courtesans around him expressionlessly put on their coats and left. After he left, the eight exhausted courtesans were helped out, their faces haggard and their steps unsteady.
Painted boats were originally places for seeking pleasure and indulging in sensual pleasures.
Those who can fall asleep on a pleasure boat are hardly respectable people.
Some people watched as Shang Yanting spent the night on the painted boat, leaving the next day expressionless and with steady steps. They then saw eight extremely famous courtesans in Renze Kingdom looking haggard and unsteady on their feet, being helped along, and their minds were instantly filled with all sorts of thoughts.
"He really is an immortal, unlike us mere mortals."
A young man with a jade crown on his head and delicate features, but a sallow complexion and dark circles under his eyes, looked on with deep envy. "Eight women in one night, seven times in one night, I admire you, I truly admire you!"
On the other side, after the eight women disembarked from the pleasure boat, they were taken back for questioning.
Wei Feiying naturally inquired whether they were satisfied with how well they had served the VIPs yesterday.
The eight people looked at each other.
They were originally assigned to "serve" distinguished guests, so how could they say that the distinguished guests had never even met them?
This was a task that Wei Feiying cared about very much; if she found out it hadn't been completed...
As their eyes met, the eight women suddenly had a flash of inspiration. They all lowered their heads shyly, speaking vaguely, "Reporting to the young master, Young Master Yan played with us until late last night. He only left early this morning. We were too tired yesterday to come and report in time."
Every word is true, yet not a single word is true.
Through the deliberate marketing efforts of the eight individuals, Shang Yanting's reputation as a martial arts master with impressive skills and an unyielding erection spread far and wide.
So... this is how Xiao Shang's extraordinary talent came about?
Jia Xitong was stunned when she unexpectedly witnessed the scene of the rumors and gossip.
As the saying goes, "three men can make a tiger," which is probably the power of rumors.
During this day trip to the original novel, Jia Xitong didn't say a single word to Shang Yanting, the author of the novel, and witnessed firsthand what it means for rumors to be born and spread.
Aside from these, the Kingdom of Renze and its Fuxi River left a deep impression on Jia Xitong.
As soon as she woke up, she excitedly ran to find Shang Yanting, "Host! Have you ever heard of the Kingdom of Renze?"
"Ren Zeguo?"
Shang Yanting was taken aback upon hearing this, as he didn't recall this name appearing before. "What's wrong here?"
"There's an absolutely gorgeous lantern festival here, may we come and take a look?"
Jia Xitong covered her chest with both hands, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Shang Yanting in front of her. She then gave Dean Yan, who had just finished discussing a large-scale attack on the demonic cultivators' territory and was known for his decisive, ruthless, and cold-blooded nature, a jolt of electricity.
"Ahem, I have some things to attend to."
He cleared his throat and glanced at his two subordinates beside him. "Shall we talk after we've finished dealing with what we're doing?"
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the side room."
Jia Xitong happily agreed, then ran to the small room next door and plopped down on the newly made long bench specially made for Shang Yanting in the main hall. It was a bit high, and her legs were dangling in the air.
She started swinging her legs, feeling utterly bored.
On the other side
The original world.
In the original novel, Shang Yanting's expression became even colder after he left the painted boat.
He merely shifted his gaze, and she vanished.
He would disappear for at least a month, and then reappear for only a single day. That month spent alone together felt like an illusion, both addictive and unsettling.
And now she's gone again.
"Brother Yan, what are you doing here?"
A few days ago, Wei Feiying gave eight beautiful courtesans to Shang Yanting, but he hasn't shown the same interest in them lately. He wondered if Yan Qing had lost interest in the eight and was coming to inquire whether he should send him a few more beauties.
"Um."
Shang Yanting glanced at him but ignored him, quietly sipping the tea in front of him.
"What's so good about this tea?"
Wei Feiying smelled the tea in front of him, then gestured to the waiter next to him to remove the tea leaves and replace them with an exquisite wine bottle. "Brother Yan, this is the most famous specialty of Renze Kingdom, Baixi Wine."
This rare Basil brew needs to be buried underground for thirty years to develop its unique flavor.
He filled his wine glasses, placed one in front of Shang Yanting, and downed the other in one gulp as a sign of respect.
"Brother Yan, please have a taste."
In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the wine in front of him, not caring what it was made of, and drank it all in one gulp.
"good!"
Wei Feiying clapped her hands in approval, then poured Shang Yanting a full glass, saying, "Brother Yan, please!"
Shang Yanting welcomed all who came.
After a few drinks, he was instantly half-drunk.
When the wine flows freely, it's time to reveal one's innermost thoughts. Wei Feiying smiled slightly at the cultivator whose cheeks were flushed and whose expression was dull. "I think Brother Yan seems to have something on his mind. Why don't you tell me? Perhaps I can do my part to help."
After a moment of silence, Xiao Shang began to express his thoughts: "I'm thinking about what kind of situation would make someone so enthusiastic about helping another person."
"Under what circumstances?"
Wei Daiying couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this. "What else could it be? Either they're naturally kind, or they have ulterior motives. Of course, there's another reason—"
If both parties are of the opposite sexes, it's highly likely that the person who initiated the relationship has fallen for the person who was passive.
I've fallen for someone who doesn't need my care!
Hearing Wei Daiying's words was as if a voice exploded in the ears of the original author, Xiao Shang.
She likes him?!
No!
Are you so sure?
Shang Yanting, the author of the original work, still couldn't quite believe it. He looked at Wei Daiying, who was now talking nonsense because of his drunkenness. He wanted to believe it, but he also felt that he couldn't.
"Of course I'm sure."
Wei Daiying nodded, "However, liking can be divided into many kinds. Some people like someone because of their wealth, some because of their fame, and some because of their strength..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but recall the women who surrounded him and kept saying they liked him.
"However, these are all superficial likings. When the things attached to these likings disappear, such likings also disappear."
Wei Daiying sighed as she spoke, a look in her eyes that seemed to be both nostalgic and longing. "Of course, there is another kind of love in the world, a kind of love that is directed only at yourself, and then extends to everything about yourself."
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