Xie Xun raised an eyebrow, resting his chin lightly, utterly perplexed, "Why?"
Fengyu, being a businesswoman, had not yet extended her operations to brothel dealings. Moreover, Wen Shisan was in charge of Mudan Building; Fengyu only reviewed the accounts and rarely concerned herself with the specifics.
As a merchant, one must never reveal weakness. Fengyu gazed at the young Marquis with a faint, enigmatic smile, "Young Marquis visits pleasure houses often, wouldn't you know?"
Xie Xun thought of his persona, then remembered that Fengyu was the owner of Mudan Building—he himself a frequent visitor—and suddenly felt a sense of cosmic irony.
"Although I often visit pleasure houses, I have never caused embarrassment or grievance to others. Naturally, I wouldn't know."
"...How tender and sentimental."
Xie Xun, "..."
The young Marquis secretly thought to himself, perhaps he was indeed somewhat foolish.
