Great Zheng, Chang'an City.
A soul from the twenty-first century descends into the imperial palace.
After that, the taverns in Chang'an City always ring out with pounding dance music after nightfall.
Once a group of nobles have danced their hearts out, they can't help but exclaim:
"Without His Highness the Prince of Cai hyping up the crowd on the mic, clubbing just has no soul."
"The other day, His Highness the Prince of Cai danced at the Prince of Xiang's residence. The way he swung his hips was so damn sexy!"
"That was the real deal, the real deal!"
Old Xia, a smug expression on his face, puffed away on a dry pipe rolled from eggplant leaves.
Just look at the cultural trend I've started.
"Brother Jiba!"
A red-haired girl came bouncing over.
Well, I still couldn't change my name from being a body part.
