"Is that all? Anything else?" She looked at Xuemei.
Xuemei licked her dry lips and continued, "It seems that after the incident, Prince An was brought back to the brothel, and in the middle of the night, he was tied up and hung from the arch on Imperial Street. He was discovered and rescued by a night watchman."
At this point, Xuemei pursed her lips somewhat embarrassedly, as if there was something difficult to say, but she continued, "They say there were words written on Prince An's thighs. It was a mocking poem, saying that Prince An went to the brothel without touching the girls — not because he was pure-minded, but because he had become a servant at the brothel."
Xuemei had tried to put it as delicately as possible since these mocking poems were generally quite vulgar.
"There was such a thing?" She had never heard of it before!
