The lady inside the painting boat spoke with a tinge of regret.
Hearing this, Duan Zhengchun was filled with immense regret, his heart aching as if twisted. He had no choice but to steel himself and, amidst Ruan Xingzhu's cold snorts, cup his fist in an apologetic bow, "I've long heard of the artistic fame of Xiang Xing painting boat, it's just unfortunate that important matters call me away this time. Drinking and watching the dance will have to wait for another day. When I visit the south next time, I will certainly board the boat in person!"
With this declaration.
Immediately, it drew snickers and whispers from several players on the shore.
"This Prince Duan truly deserves his title as the grandmaster of scumbags, shit! His own mistress is right there, and yet, he has the audacity to openly say he'll patronize the brothel boat next time, ahaha."
"You don't know shit! This is what a real expert does! You sad bootlicker will never understand the joy of being the playboy king!"
