"Hmm." The old man nodded and said, "You are my Prince, Xiahou Yuan. Everything that belongs to your father, after he steps down, will be yours—status, wealth, women, everything. So, now you must work hard."
The effeminate middle-aged man cupped his fists and said, "Father, your son Xia Ning will not disappoint your high expectations."
Xiahou Yuan waved his hand and said, "Alright, you can leave now. Father will continue to enjoy this beautiful dance. Father awaits your good news."
"Yes!"
With that, Xia Ning withdrew from the Imperial Palace.
As Xia Ning exited the palace, the orchestra started playing again.
The voluptuous dancing girls began to dance for Xiahou Yuan once more.
Xiahou Yuan squinted his eyes as he watched the sensuous dancers.
