Zhou Liuying pulled out a silver note and slammed it on the table, laughing loudly,
"No harm, no harm, but we must attend first. I have yet to hear Miss Oiran's tune."
Suddenly, a sneering laugh was heard, "As expected of Martial Artists, so vulgar."
Zhou Liuying raised his eyebrows and cursed loudly, "Who's farting!"
He looked up and saw a group of lavishly dressed young men on the second floor of the flower building, the leader of whom he had seen once beside the Crown Prince. That young man, carrying an air of haughtiness, his gaze swept over Li Guanyi unapologetically and said,
"Ye Buyi, Zhou Liuying, the fathers of both of you are renowned generals under the heavens yet you willingly degrade yourselves by associating with these merchants."
He lightly shook his folding fan near his nose and said indifferently, "Stinky, unbearably stinky."
Zhou Liuying became furious, "Yan Daiqing, what nonsense are you spouting?!"