"Young Master Feng wishes to compose a poem?" Tao Weng raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Who didn't know about Xu Feng being untalented in every aspect?
She had thought he merely wanted to enjoy some courtesan companionship before heading to the barren land.
While she held such a thought, Xu Feng didn't care what the others talked about him as he nodded his head. "I'm indeed here to compose a poem to win a night with Lady Yumong."
"Haha, what kind of sick joke is this?"
"The trash, Young Master Feng wants to compose a poem?"
"I still remember he got kicked out of the imperial college for being so garbage that even the lecturer puked blood from anger!"
Amidst the jeering laughter resounding throughout the Phoenix Brothel, at a VIP Booth, two figures could be seen.
A bodyguard-like woman, cross-dressed as a male, held her sword tightly as she stood guard on behalf of another crossdresser woman who sat down with a wine cup in hand.
