Late into the night, Qing Zhu was reclining on her bed, clad in only a thin layer of sheer gauze. If any man were to see such a seductive scene, it was believed that not a single one under the heavens could resist.
"Aunt Lan, go. Have them begin," she said softly to Aunt Lan.
Hearing this, Aunt Lan smiled faintly and was about to leave the room when Qing Zhu spoke again. "Oh, right. Tell them to be careful not to injure Lin Yun. His wounds haven't healed yet."
Understanding Qing Zhu's meaning, Aunt Lan smiled, then vanished from the room into thin air.
After Aunt Lan left, Qing Zhu slowly opened her lightly closed eyes. 'Lin Yun, you'd better not disappoint me.'
Late that night at the Celestial Spirit Auction House, Lin Yun had Lu Bingning and the other two women go to bed first, while he sat on a stone bench in the courtyard with Qin Feng, He Yuntian, and Bai Zhicheng.
