Yuchi, Feng Zhaoyang, and the courtesan sat and talked for a long time. By the time Yuchi and Feng Zhaoyang finally left Yunxiang Pavilion, Feng Zhaoyang was already staring at Yuchi impatiently: "So? Fellow Daoist, didn't I tell you she's actually a very positive, upbeat sort of person? She's pretty great, right?"
He'd noticed that the courtesan and Yuchi actually got along quite well; their conversation had been very relaxed. So would Yuchi choose to help this courtesan now?
Would he?
Would he!
Yuchi scratched his head in confusion and said:
"Uh, isn't this something between the two of you? What's it got to do with me, Zong Liangqing? I just came over to be a background extra, and after tonight you won't see me again. I've still got other things to do."
He'd already said a lot to Feng Zhaoyang earlier. Anyway, he'd talked it out to this point; what happened with Feng Zhaoyang and the courtesan after this had nothing to do with him, Yuchi.
