No way, you can't order this kind of thing for delivery.
So he thought for a bit and then said to his blushing, red-faced brother, "Bro, why don't you come along with me? I'm mainly feeling shy; I want to go, so I'm dragging you along. It's not like I'm insulting your scholarly demeanor. You can just sit in the lobby and drink tea, and I'll be quick."
Yuchi put himself out there, saying he'd be quick, just to get his brother to visit a courtesan house for the first time.
The main reason is that his brother's been single for so many years, plus the thing with Xiangxiang before; he hasn't talked seriously with any women in a long time.
And this time, all the courtesans have come, a whole bunch of them, and they're the kind that sell art, not themselves. So if his brother could build a good relationship with a courtesan, marrying one would be a reassuring thing.
Wei Zhe looked helpless:
