Zuixian Tower is the number one selling gold cave in the imperial capital.
In the private room on the third floor, the sound of strings and bamboos never ceased. Several singers were sitting in the corner with their pipa in their arms, playing so softly that it made people's bones go numb.
Zhang Ruoxi was lying on the soft couch, her head resting on a girl's thigh, and the girl's hands were rubbing his temples. He squinted his eyes and smiled, looking like a lazy cat with no bones.
"Your Highness, would you like to have another drink~"
