Volume 1, Chapter 6: The Crimson Pavilion
The Scarlet Pavilion was the largest and most renowned brothel in the entire Martial City. Whether nobles, wealthy merchants, or talented scholars, all who visited praised it highly.
Yet, Zhang Yan was stopped at the entrance of the Scarlet Pavilion.
The madam wore a forced smile, her heavily rouged cheeks trembling slightly. “Young master, your timing is unfortunate. Today is the monthly poetry recital of our pavilion’s top courtesan, Qingya. Without an invitation, entry is not permitted.”
“Then why is that person allowed in directly?” Zhang Yan asked, pointing to someone who had entered without any obstruction.
The madam chuckled dismissively as she glanced at Zhang Yan’s plain attire, her eyes full of disdain. “That’s Young Master Li, son of the Minister of Revenue. Naturally, he doesn’t need an invitation.”
Zhang Yan’s mouth twitched. So it was all about relying on one’s father?
“My father is also an official of the court, a second-rank General of the Central Army. Am I not allowed in?” Zhang Yan said, stepping forward.
But the madam stopped him again.
She scrutinized Zhang Yan with a gaze dripping with contempt, unashamed to reveal her scorn. “Young master, I have heard of General Zhang and know that the Zhang family heir suffers from a form of mental deficiency, but he is different from you.”
Zhang Yan’s mouth twitched once more. His reputation for foolishness had even reached the brothel?
People nearby glanced over, whispering and pointing.
“That foolish son of General Zhang? How could he possibly come to a brothel? That’s hilarious. Does he even know what a brothel is for?”
“Hahaha, truly laughable.”
“But I heard that yesterday, that foolish son of General Zhang proposed several strategies in the Imperial Court that left all the ministers speechless.”
“Really? Is that true?”
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out, “What’s going on?”
Following the voice, they saw none other than Xiao Changqing, the third-ranked top scholar of the Grand Martial Examination.
“Oh, Scholar Xiao, please come in. Qingya has been talking about you these past few days. If she knew you were attending the poetry recital, she would be delighted.”
The madam’s face instantly brightened, her rouge trembling as it flaked off.
Xiao Changqing gave the madam a disdainful glance, furrowing his brows with a bad feeling.
Ever since Zhang Yan had presented those two strategies at court, Xiao Changqing sensed that Jiang Zhiwan no longer cared for him as she once did.
The past few days had been a torment of restless thoughts.
Coincidentally, today was Qingya’s poetry recital at the Scarlet Pavilion. He had planned to come to change his mood.
Just then, Xiao Changqing’s shoulder was tapped twice.
“Hey, isn’t this Scholar Xiao? I’m a good brother of yours, aren’t I, Scholar Xiao?”
Xiao Changqing turned his head to see Zhang Yan smiling broadly.
His already foul mood worsened instantly.
Who the hell said you were my good brother?
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