"..."
Feeling the warmth in her hands and the faint scent of rouge from the brothel courtesan beside her, Shi Qingjun blinked.
Was she being held hands?
She didn't quite understand, but she supposed... it must have been a long time since she'd interacted with anyone, so it should still be quite an important matter?
But Shi Qingjun didn't care about these things.
Yet, she somewhat knew that if the Lord of Qing Province was seen holding hands with a courtesan at this moment, it would cause quite a stir.
The esteemed Chaoyun Qiankun is here, holding hands with a courtesan... there should be nothing stranger under the heavens right now.
——
At this moment, Ah Qing, holding the girl's face to gently cover her tear-swollen eyes with an eyebrow pencil, suddenly blinked.
"…?"
For some reason, she suddenly felt... not so great.
"Ms. Qing, what's wrong?" The yellow-clad girl, being cared for, asked with a flushed face.
