Fang Chuning, with a cold expression, pulled Xie Jue and walked out. He didn't care if Han Ziqi saw through them and mocked them, nor did he care if Han Ziqi spread rumors about them behind their backs. But he wouldn't allow Han Ziqi's filthy thoughts to lead them to such a place of pleasure and entertainment; it was utterly nauseating.
They went to Chunfeng House first because Ying Yi had left a contact there, and Ting Feng needed to exchange information. Secondly, Fang Chuning had long heard of the famous music of Jiangnan. Among the six arts of a gentleman, Fang Chuning loved music the most. However, his hands wielded swords and guns instead of playing elegant tunes. Perhaps this was the first and last time he would visit Mudan City, and Fang Chuning simply wanted to admire the renowned Jiangnan music, not indulge in pleasures. But such a brothel was different—there was nothing beyond that sort of thing.
