The small boat drifted eastward along the water, the wind brushed against Yun Qian's swaying skirt hem, and the passersby on the shore contrasted her silhouette, leaving the girl who had finally calmed down feeling bewildered.
She didn't know what the "correct answer" was, nor did she understand why the lady asked her the same question again.
In the Rowing Maiden's eyes, Yun Qian's dark pupils seemed to be swirling with something unknown, as if even a small wave could swallow her whole.
Yet, Miss Yun's demeanor remained utterly calm, so calm that it was impossible to guess her thoughts.
Strictly speaking, the Rowing Maiden was not part of the brothel; she was a boatman, neither an Artiste-Courtesan nor a Courtesan.
Although she had a delicate appearance, because there were too many beautiful women here, such a common girl was too inconspicuous, so after rowing here for several years... she hadn't even encountered a single scoundrel.
Hmm.
