บท 159: You Want A Punch? (III)

In the end, Jiang Pengji brought ten taels of silver pieces. The amount was enough to alarm most commoners at pickpockets. Jiang Pengji found it adequate, too, but it was close to nothing for Meng Liang.

Unlike the other four kingdoms, Dongqing had not imposed a curfew. The town gate was closed only at night.

The streets were noisy. Vendors were yelling, selling handicrafts and cheap jewelry. The commodities were sophisticated despite their plain materials.

Against the backdrop of the prosperous streets, there were young ladies walking, hiding their countenances behind thin veils. Their diminishing figures stunned Meng Liang, causing him to stop in the middle of the road.

Jiang Pengji side-eyed him and teased, "You act more like a man than I do now. Why are you staring at them like that? You are much prettier."