Fortunately, entering wasn't through the main entrance of the brothel; otherwise, if someone were to see and go back to whisper to Xia Chichi, "Zhao Changhe went into a brothel," Zhao Changhe really wouldn't know how he'd die.
Taking the back entrance, one couldn't tell it was a brothel. Behind lay a small bamboo forest with a glimpse of a bamboo tower revealed, fragrant and pleasant, secluded and tranquil. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds resonated with a stream of music from inside the bamboo tower, clearly the dwelling of a high official from the Imperial court, yet filled with a hermit's charm.
Strong men in plain clothes were hidden throughout the bamboo forest, watching Zhao Changhe enter with fierce and watchful eyes.
Without giving them a glance, Zhao Changhe strode up the stairs.
As his footsteps tapped on the floorboards, and he arrived at the door, the music stopped.
