Once the lights went on, the Nan’yang Prince narrowed his eyes, clucked his tongue and struggled to take in the beautiful scene as he exclaimed: “Superb, superb indeed! Alas, Nan’yang cannot compete with Jiankang after all.”
He wasn’t the only one affected by such sentiments. His subordinates, too, were staring at the five women fixedly, all beguiled and drunken by their allure.
With Wang Hong’s wave of the hand, the five women gracefully shook their hips and sashayed into the hall.
Chen Rong shifted her gaze as she also watched them in stupefaction.