Meanwhile, in the servants’ dormitory, Nan Xun was with a few other servants he’d gotten to know the past few days. The men talked about which of the young mistresses was the most beautiful. Most of them were young men, but they got as obscene as the most lecherous scums. If any women were present, they’d have died from mortification.

A young man with mouse like features nudged Nan Xun with his elbow, his smile salacious. “Brother, I hear that the lady you’re serving now is the prettiest, but I haven’t confirmed the rumors myself. Tell us, is she as beautiful as she’s said to be?”

Nan Xun frowned. He didn’t like listening to others fantasizing about Jun Huang. Someone as graceful as her shouldn’t be tarnished by such carnal and vulgar remarks.

An older servant spoke up before Nan Xun could make his anger known. He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth, and said, “Oh, another toad...