He shook his somewhat fuzzy head, ultimately concluding that, hmph, all dancers in this world were the same—skilled only in flattery, pleasing, and seducing men.
Slurring his words, he rebuked the "dancer" once more: "You common whore, a filthy creature ridden by thousands, how dare you try to claw your way up to imperial favor?"
Zhou Huirou's face was completely drained of color; her heart broke into pieces hearing such insults. How could Brother Chengji say such things to her?
Chapter 108