The few courtesans accompanying them saw that even Qiuyue had failed to win Shang Qinghua's favor and they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
The atmosphere in the entire flower hall was strange to the extreme, utterly devoid of the lively clamor one would expect from a brothel.
Off to the side, Xi Yu was already laughing himself to death internally.
If he had known Shang Qinghua would be like this in a brothel, then even if it meant getting beaten by his master, he should have brought this fellow here long ago.
Who had ever seen someone remain so prim and proper after entering a brothel?
Seeing that all her tactics were useless against Shang Qinghua, Qiuyue said with a trace of grievance, "Could it be that young master does not like Yue'er? If you don't like me, you can go to another sister instead."
Speaking words that drove a guest away was a great taboo in a brothel; if Madam Yu found out, even if she didn't die, she would be severely punished.
