Following Chubby's gaze, Fang Yue also looked out the window.
At some point, the flower boat had sailed out onto the Hun River, beyond the city walls.
It was, after all, the second-largest river in the Great Wei Dynasty. Even this close to its source, the river was still extremely wide—roughly a thousand feet across.
The river's surface was vast, and under the moonlight, wispy layers of thin mist drifted over the water.
'A grand event?'
'What kind of grand event could be held on a brothel's flower boat?'
'And why would it be held out here?'
While Fang Yue was lost in thought, a pleasure barge, even more luxurious and extravagant than their own, parted the waves and slowly approached from a short distance away.
At the same time, the melodious sound of a Guqin rang out, and a graceful, clear female voice drifted across the water.
