Chapter 75 Yan Junyu_1
Before you knew it, it was already the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and all of Great Chu was about to celebrate the most significant festival—New Year’s Eve.
Those peasant families with means had already started slaughtering pigs and sheep, preparing to have a prosperous celebration, and to reward their family members who had worked hard for most of the year; people living in the villages near Jing City poured into the city to purchase goods for the New Year, and many shopkeepers had stored plenty of goods half a month earlier, planning to make a good profit during the festival before returning home for the New Year.
The streets and alleys were full of crowds rubbing shoulders with each other, filled with a strong festive atmosphere, with a satisfied smile on everyone’s face, and even if the naughty children cried for candied hawthorns and sugar figurines, the adults no longer scolded them as usual but happily bought the treats to sweeten the children’s mouths.
At noon, Huixian Residence, the famous inn of Jing City, was bustling with guests and there were no empty seats, the latecomers who couldn’t find even the most remote seats had to leave with family and friends in disappointment.
Unlike the noise on the first and second floors, the third floor was very quiet, in no way affected by the bustle below, this entire floor housed only six different styles of luxurious and grand private rooms, accessible only to the privileged elite.
At this moment, in one of the private rooms facing the street, the room door was closed tight, the windows wide open, a young man with eyes like bright stars and an extraordinary bearing was lazily reclining on the couch by the window, his slender and jade-like hands playing with a Jade Bone Fan, his narrow phoenix eyes smiling as he scrutinized the middle-aged man before him who was sweating coldly from his forehead, looking like a sly fox.
Under immense pressure, just when the middle-aged man’s knees were shaking and he was about to faint, the young man finally spoke with "mercy," "Xiao Qiang, how do you think your lord should punish you, hmm?"
The rising intonation made an already enchanting voice even more bewitching. The middle-aged man called "Xiao Qiang" twitched his loose facial skin, looking as gloomy as if he were going to a funeral, but he had to keep a smiling face and begged for mercy,