"Mr. Qin, besides prostitutes and courtesans, there's the oiran, who are selected and in terms of looks, they're no less than..."
Old Liu stopped abruptly, glancing around nervously to ensure Yun Mengyao was not present before relaxing.
"No less than Yun Mengyao, correct?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.
Old Liu nodded quietly, whispering, "Not only that, the oiran excels in poetry, song, chess, calligraphy, and painting. But sadly, Miss Ruyi has held the position for three years and still hasn't had a special guest."
"Ruyi?" Qin Yi looked up at the sign.
"You guessed it, Mr. Qin. It wasn't called that before. After Miss Ruyi became the oiran, it was renamed Ruyi Hall."
Qin Yi seemed intrigued, "If possible, I'd like to meet this oiran lady."
"With your handsome looks and incredible cultivation, Mr. Qin, you definitely have a chance."
