Youzhou, within Prince Han Mansion, Prince Han reclined on the couch, sipping fine wine while enjoying the dancers' performance. The young and beautiful maids standing by his side, some poured wine for him, some fed him fruits, some massaged his shoulders, and some fanned him.
The dancers were not from Great Zhou; they were dancers from the Western Regions, specially purchased by Prince Han. He had grown tired of the dances of Great Zhou dancers and wanted something fresh. Western dancers dressed daringly, their eyes alluring and captivating, their movements bold and fiery, possessing a unique charm.
Prince Han bent his right leg, his right hand resting on his knee, fingers lightly tapping along to the melody, his head gently swaying with the rhythm.
At that moment, the steward of Prince Han Mansion walked in. He first bowed to Prince Han, then quickly approached him and whispered into his ear.
