"Please answer the riddle: What is the most precious thing in Hu Yue Lou?"
The question came out of nowhere, and the room immediately fell silent.
"Are you a young lady?"
"It's gold!"
The proprietress simply smiled and remained silent.
Yan Ning's eyes darted around, and he suddenly said loudly, "I know, it's news!"
The proprietress paused slightly in her smile and looked at her: "Young master, what makes you say that?"
"In the vast desert, merchants and travelers come and go. Hu Yue Lou is not only a haven of gentle pleasures, but also a place where news gathers."
Yan Ning feigned maturity and said, "Isn't the most precious thing here the information coming from the north and south?"
The proprietress gazed at him for a moment, then slowly smiled and said, "Young master, you are young but have a lot of experience."
"Please come to the private room on the third floor. Miss Shi Jin has been waiting for a long time."
The three of them prepared to go to the third floor together.
Only one person can go at a time.
The proprietress added with a smile, fanning herself with a round fan.
The three looked at each other in bewilderment.
Xie Huaiye immediately crossed his arms, looking resistant: "I'm not going."
Sun Wuji, eager to try, raised his hand: "Look at the beauties? Let me go, let me go!"
Yan Ning rolled her eyes and pulled him back:
"Save your breath, don't ruin things, let me do it."
She adjusted the oversized collar of her men's clothing.
I took a deep breath and followed the proprietress toward the inner staircase.
The wooden stairs creaked, and the higher you climbed, the quieter it became.
The noisy music downstairs gradually faded away.
Instead, a faint, delicate fragrance wafts through the air.
It's like a blend of sandalwood and some unknown spice, mysterious and captivating.
The attic was dimly lit, with only a few small wall lamps lit.
Yan Ning squinted and looked over.
All that could be seen hanging from the innermost layer was a thin veil.
Behind the gauze curtain, a slender figure sat gracefully.
The outline is blurry and indistinct.
Yan Ning composed himself, deliberately lowering his voice to make himself sound like a young man:
"You are Miss Shi Jin?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
