The one speaking was the slightly older woman of the two, dressed in white.
At this moment, the night was deep outside the Magpie Workshop, but inside it was brightly lit, accompanied by mesmerizing songs coming from somewhere, intertwined with the sounds of strings and flutes, enchanting to the ear, making one feel intoxicated.
The original owner has never been to a brothel?
Gu Lan thought for a moment, oh right, she's a woman, not much use coming here.
"I'm here looking for someone."
Gu Lan's gaze fell inside the Magpie Workshop; it was three stories high. The first floor was no different from a regular teahouse, except there was a high platform in the middle, on which a red-dressed maiden with a graceful posture and a veil over her face was playing the guqin.
The other two floors consisted of corridor suites, seemingly each corresponding to different girls—some skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, others good at playing instruments.
