10 In a Dark Alleyway (1/2)

*Warning*

This chapter gets a tad bit gory

I suppose this where the dark aspects come in.

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Far away, in the heart of the capital, in the red light district, where it was at the peak of business. Although the sun had already gone down, the streets had sprung to life, with bright lights that lit up every building, and could be seen from miles away.

In front of the Hundred Flower brothel, which was lit with countless candles and torches, making it bright enough to be seen from afar. The brightness served to attract more guests to the establishment.

A young man was swaying as he walked out from the Hundred Flower brothel, a drunkard with the potent smell of liquor, he was dressed in orange brocade robes, an extremely vulgar choice. Even so, everyone showed him the utmost respect, as he was from a noble family. The young man needed help from the head lady of the brothel, who was in her 40's but still retained her womanly elegance. The woman helped him into his extravagant sedan chair, buttering him up with flowery words of praise. ”Please come again next time, young master Yan.” She said sweetly.

”Don't worry, this young master would be sure to *burp* to come back and see *hic* be sure to make sure that no one touches Chun'er.” The young man said incoherently. He manages to fish out a bag of silver and hands it to the head lady.

”Of course, of course, we wouldn't dream of letting her serve someone else, she is only reserved for young master.” The head lady's eyes light up as she receives the silver, the weight was at least 30 tales and replies with a smile to please the esteemed guest.

”Good, good, this young master will go now *hic*. Return to the manor.” The young master Yan orders his sedan bearers.

The sedan is lifted by four men, all dressed in the sedan bearing uniform. The sedan disappears into the cold winter night. The head madam puts away her false smile and heads back into the brothel with the warmth of the light.

The sedan was carried for a long period of time in the streets of Qing Cheng that were deserted from the bitter cold. The sedan was swaying back and forth and the young master was feeling nauseous from the constant swaying, especially after eating the finest foods and drinking countless cups of liquor. He felt that all his organs had melded into a pile of mush that was splashing around in his stomach.

The young master could not handle the swaying any longer, as all the delicacies and drinks he had earlier threatened to escape from his stomach. He could not hold it any longer.