Compared to the rainy weather of Yuzhou, Qingzhou was entirely different in its meteorological scene, with clear skies as far as the eye could see and light, sparse clouds.
Qingzhou, Mengyao Pavilion.
As the foremost pleasure ground in Qingzhou, it was accustomed to the prosperity of the Capital's nobles and dandies who mingled among the flowers, its allure was in no way inferior to the top three pleasure places in the Capital region.
After all, some unique shows here were not even available in the Capital.
However, a few days ago, a horrifying massacre had taken place, turning this gold-raking and song-filled land of fireworks into a temporarily sealed-off area by the officials, its former prosperity vanishing in an instant.
That day, what was supposed to be the fragrance-filled, laughter-intertwined Mengyao Pavilion turned into a bloody hell.
It became a nightmare for many clients, inducing lingering trauma.
