Little Wu braced himself and followed Xiao Jinxing to Qingfeng Building.
Although he was curious about what it was like inside, the thought of a group of grown men serving a bunch of widows...
Just imagining that scene... it was better not to think about it at all, for it was indescribable.
At the entrance of Qingfeng Building.
The decor was quite different from that of a brothel, not the typical riot of red, yellow, purple, and green, but instead a simple palette of blue and white, which appeared quite clean. At first glance, it was hard to tell that this was indeed a place tainted by the dust of the world; it bore more resemblance to an upscale tea house.
Xiao Jinxing examined the entrance for a moment before rising to enter.
"My lord," Little Wu couldn't help but call out to him.
This was not a place befitting his dignified status as the emperor.
Xiao Jinxing's eyes turned cold.
Little Wu dared not stop him any longer.
He could only grit his teeth and follow him inside.
