"Is this an order from the Emperor?"
"No."
"Then forget it," Yang Ming slightly curled his lips, "I've always kept my distance from noble girls, and I don't like girls with whom I've had relations ending up debauched."
The maid nodded in understanding, bowed slightly to Yang Ming, and then strolled away.
Yang Ming thought for a moment and still got up and went to the dance floor.
Although it was a bit annoying to be taken advantage of by those girls rubbing against him, it was still better than having a fall out with the Old Emperor.
When Yang Ming left the Imperial Palace, it was already the second half of the night.
He saw that familiar elevator attendant again in the ascending elevator; after taking a seat on the sofa, he raised his hand to beckon her.
