Old Liu, his face covered in pockmarks, coughed into his hand. "Earn some virtue with your words, will you? No matter what, Lady Sun is a pitiful person. Old Sun has been dead for several years now. She's rather decent these days, why must you incessantly dredge up her past..."
"Pah! What do you mean, 'incessantly dredge up her past'? That young woman is naturally promiscuous. Since Old Sun died, how many men do you think she's had? Everyone knows. The line of men at her back door each night is probably not shorter than the one at Auspicious Fabric Store."
Upon hearing this, the women one by one frowned in disdain, while the men's smiles carried a hint of lewdness. Among them were many who had been guests in Lady Sun's chamber. Remembering how seductive she could be, they couldn't help but get excited again.
Just then, from a corner of the crowd, a destitute beggar in rags suddenly dashed to the front of Liu Ji Baozi Shop.
