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The Western Jin has established its nation for a long time, and though the Han system has been in place for a hundred years, the nomadic style buried deep within remains ever-present.
Chen Yi sat in the carriage, pulled up the curtain, and gazed at the scenery outside. Not long after passing through the gate of Wuding Square, he reached the northeast corner of the West Market, a place densely packed with taverns and towering pavilions. Amid the swaying red silk in the corridors, flower-like dancers passed by, with charming posture and pleasing demeanor.
"Young master, don't stare too long. These public dancers are better admired from afar; up close, they're nothing but a motley group. If you're looking for someone, you should find those with slightly curled hair and blue eyes—the barmaids from the Western Regions. If you genuinely fancy them, you can even purchase them without worrying about them running away and suing you."
