Lichun Courtyard?
Wang Chen couldn't help but give Xiao Guizi—who had brought him here—a sidelong glance—"Are you kidding me with the name Purple Mansion Superior?"
This Lichun Courtyard was clearly a Courtesan House.
Although the sky had only just darkened, the hundreds of steps-long pavilions were already adorned with giant red lanterns.
The lantern light reflected onto the meandering river beside, illuminating one ornate pleasure boat after another, while the sound of stringed and woodwind music, accompanied by the coquettish laughter of women, gently wafted across the glistening water.
On the nearby arched bridge, a teenager on horseback happened to pass by, and all along both banks, the Red Buildings opened one after another of their glass windows.
Woman after woman, some coquettish, others coy, and still others radiant, leaned out, waving embroidered handkerchiefs at the young man.
The air was thick with the cloying scent of rouge and powder.
