Once a person becomes famous, they suddenly find themselves surrounded by friendly friends.
Just now, Jiang Shouzhong had stepped down from the Crown Princess's carriage, when another exquisitely decorated carriage gradually came to a halt before him.
It was none other than the Oiran from the Jinse Pavilion, Liu Wuxu.
"Jiang, might I trouble you to join me in my carriage for a chat?"
Liu Wuxu's delicate fingers parted the beaded curtains of the carriage window, her radiant eyes looking at Jiang Shouzhong with a soft and mellifluous voice.
Jiang Shouzhong thought for a moment, then got into the carriage.
Compared to the Crown Princess's refinement and Jiang Yi's extravagance, this Oiran's carriage was simple and monotonous.
"Miss Liu, as a lady, you invite a man into your carriage, aren't you afraid of sparking rumors?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked with a smile.