With Wang Liu's arrangements, Yan Qing naturally didn't have to make do with those smaller boats, nor did he have to endure the scent of makeup he disliked, as he boarded the exclusive boat that Ling Hua had reserved for him at West River Wharf.
Wang Liu felt that the fame of the young Marquis's disinterest in women was indeed not unwarranted; the man's mere presence, with only a few words exchanged, had caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
It was said that in the Capital City, the young Marquis Yan Qing was the number one figure, someone no one dared to offend. Those who had done so had no good end.
He pondered secretly that he probably should follow and attend to him; otherwise, if there were any dissatisfaction after boarding the boat, a single word to his master would suffice for his master to strip him of his current leisurely duties and banish him to blow sand in the Northern Wasteland three thousand miles away.
