The guest room was quite nice, both exquisite and clean, and through the window, one could see the City Lord’s Mansion in the distance. Xue An was very satisfied with it.
It seemed that the Vermilion Pavilion wasn’t just a façade of a brothel; even its accommodations were remarkable.
"Young Master, what do you think of this guest room?" Ah Qing asked softly, her eyes shimmering with a seductive charm that seemed almost liquid.
Xue An nodded, "It’s excellent! Thank you, Miss!"
"I’m called Ah Qing!"
"Then thank you, Miss Ah Qing!"
Ah Qing burst into laughter as she looked at Xue An’s serious demeanor, then gracefully stepped forward and said tenderly, "Young Master, how do you intend to thank me for it?"
Xue An calmly stepped back half a step and said indifferently, "What do you think?"
"What I think is..." Ah Qing reached out her hand to touch Xue An, but just at that moment, she felt her footing slip, and her whole body uncontrollably lunged out of the room, nearly falling to the ground.
Before she could steady herself, the heavy sound of the door slamming shut resonated from behind, Xue An’s indifferent voice drifting out from within.
"It’s already late. I should rest now. Miss Ah Qing, please leave."
Ah Qing stood dumbfounded at the doorway, her face suddenly flushed with shame and anger. Raising her hand to pound on the door, she hesitated, seemingly recalling something before stomping her foot in frustration and turning away.
Inside the room, Xue An laughed faintly and then walked over to the window.
Having cultivated for over three thousand years and witnessed countless grand scenes, he naturally wouldn’t put such trivial matters at heart.
He quietly gazed at the distant City Lord’s Mansion as his Divine Sense spread outward like water, slowly enveloping the entire Vermilion Pavilion.
At the same time.
In a room on the top floor of the Vermilion Pavilion.
A woman stood by the window, staring dazedly at the City Lord’s Mansion in the distance.
She wore a magnificent long dress that accentuated her slender and graceful figure. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, veiling her delicate features with a hint of allure.
In short, from any perspective, this woman could be called an extraordinary beauty.
But at this moment, her face was ghostly pale, her captivating eyes occasionally flashing with pain, and her hands tightly gripped the window frame, seemingly lost in agonizing memories.
Just then, the door behind her was gently pushed open, and Ah Qing, now dressed in a proper outfit, tiptoed in.
Even though her footsteps were light, they startled the woman out of her trance.
The pain in the woman’s eyes instantly faded, her clenched hands released, yet she didn’t turn around, speaking calmly, "Do you have any new information?"
Ah Qing shook her head, replying in a low voice, "Nothing for now. It’s just that this celebration seems more grand than ever; even many sects outside the ghost realm have come to offer their congratulations!"
The woman was silent for a moment, then let out a cold laugh, "Of course, the Destined Ghost Monarch wants the scale to be as grand as possible. After all, this time he even invited people from both the Ren Family and the Tan Family!"
Hearing this, Ah Qing’s look turned to panic. She kowtowed repeatedly, trembling as she said,
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