"Fourteen was just chattin' up as he went forward, warmly clapping Mo Yihuai on the shoulder, "So, shall we hit up Baihua Building, or... the Joyful Red Mansion? Alas, it's been a while since I last visited. I wonder if Xiao Chunhong still remembers me... Oh right, I recall there's a Joyful Red Mansion at the Eighth Prince Manor too.""
"Fourteen, you sure have become quite the smooth talker," replied Mo Yihuai.
Mo Yihuai avoided Fourteen's overfamiliarity.
"Well... it depends on the company. With you, I think of brothels. With Eighth Brother, it's all about zither and paintings; can't be helped." Mo Jingxuan, ever so subtly brutal in his jabs.
You're insulted, yet find yourself at a loss for words in return.
What does he mean by 'it depends on the company'? Surely the Crown Prince isn't just some brothel-frequenting type?
"Big Brother, what's on your mind?" Mo Liancheng looked towards the palace gates, his demeanor screaming of eagerness to return.
