Shen Qingqiu let out a gentle sigh, his fingers deftly adjusting the folds of his sleeves as he awaited the arrival of the brothel maidens with the meal he had ordered.

It had been a day of particular vexation, with the disciples running wild and leaving disorder in their wake. Shen Qingqiu found himself eager for the quiet solace of a shared meal with the maidens.

Shen Qingqiu cast a glance toward the doorway as it creaked open, revealing a figure adorned in the distinctive ruby-hued garments of the Warm Red Pavilion workers.

Shen Qingqiu arched a brow, his curiosity piqued. This was an unfamiliar face—perhaps a new worker? His gaze followed them in silence as they crossed the room with a tray of food, their movements steady and practiced.

Their movements were not that of an untrained brothel worker- they did not lack experience, that much was certain. Shen Qingqui stared a little harder at them.