The rich aroma of wine drifted throughout the private room, mingling with the storyteller's rhythmic voice, separated only by a thin curtain, recounting the legendary tales of the Marquis of Zhenxi's valor in days past.
Sipping lightly from his cup, Xu Yuan glanced across at the girl clutching a wine jar, gulping it down in long swigs, the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenxi. He sighed softly yet again.
Li Junwu set the wine jar down, her face flushed from drinking. She glanced at him and asked:
"I've already told you, this place only has wine shops. Next time, I'll take you to see the brothels on this side of the Western Desert."
Xu Yuan shook his head lightly, his gaze carrying a hint of complexity, and asked in a low voice:
"Are you… not going to ask about the next steps of the plan?"
Li Junwu pointed at him and said:
"Isn't that what you're here for? You plan, I cooperate."
"....."
Hearing this response, Xu Yuan sighed again silently in his heart.
