Inside, four gossamer curtains were billowing in the wind, and the scent of ambergris was slowly rising from the incense burner in the corner.
Chen Rong raised her head and looked to the host seat.
Sure enough, a portly man was spreading his legs on the divan, on each of his sides was a splendidly dressed woman.
Chen Rong looked left and right and finally saw someone scribbling away in the corner on the right side.
She gave some thought and, without the maids’ urge, came forward, curtsied and said, “Good greetings, Your Royal Highness.”
“Ah Rong of the Chen house? Hehe, come here, come here.”
The Prince of Nan’yang pushed the two beauties away and hurriedly turned his head to watch Chen Rong with the pair of small eyes that was hidden behind fatty folds.
Chen Rong wrung her hands under her sleeves, pressed her lips, and took another step forward.