The city wasn't particularly large, but it was indeed bustling with crowds of visitors on the streets; on both sides were mostly taverns and tea houses. In each establishment, there were at least two to three young attendants, up to seven or eight, and the customer count ranged from a few to as many as twenty or thirty. There were also some young women who sang songs.
Before coming here, Zhang Fei Xuan had noticed, those women weren't dressed in ordinary attire; their revealing clothing was not merely suggestive, it was an outright declaration of their profession.
Of course, there were also some men engaged in this line of work, providing services specifically for young ladies and young wives.
At the moment, they were resting on an open space behind a mansion. Zhang Fei Xuan's ears twitched continuously—although he couldn't see anything at present, his hearing was far from poor, and he could clearly make out the enticing sounds.