"Ah, someone like me? I'm no cultivator. I just help the old man home, don't I?" And he didn't clarify which old man. Around here, they were as numerous as the medicines they had to take to stay with the prostitutes for as long as they did. "I'm Xue Yang. Nothing special. No one comes to see me on stage, gongzi."

He might as well let Jin Guangyao know that he knew him from the opera. He was cultured enough for that. Or else he just had to stand around there guarding the old man and doing some other jobs. Whatever. "Xiaojie!"

He called out to one of the women serving refreshments. "The gongzi wants a drink. And bring some of the sweet rice balls with the syrup. Thank you."

He smiled, quite politely, in his pursuit of a sweet treat. Then he looked back at Jin Guangyao. "Gongzi is generous. You are good company."