Chapter One Hundred Twenty-One: Xu Lao Wins (III)

The sun was three poles high, as Old Xu Yin carefully got up from the horizontal jade body and got dressed to go out.

He had been on the road for a year covering a distance of thirty thousand li, he didn't feel too good about it, but once he left Middle Ying City, he learned that the outside world's brothels were incredibly prosperous.

"Well, I made it here anyway," Old Xu Yin comforted himself. After all, in his memory, his aunt was exceptionally affectionate towards him, always wanting to hug him and give him a big kiss whenever she got a chance.

Brushing off his clothes, he stepped out the door, leaving behind eight exhausted courtesans.

"Sir, would you like breakfast?" A steward was already waiting at the door, looking at the refreshed young man to ask.

Having served as a steward for twenty years, he had never seen a gentleman who could spend overnight with eight women, and he greatly admired Old Xu Yin for that.