At night, Lingxiang Lou was full of singing and dancing, and many were drinking and gambling together. Because today was the day when the famous courtesan Linlang was performing, even the lobby was full of guests. Long before sunset, high officials and nobles had booked all the private boxes in this brothel. An Ning excessively spent a total of five hundred taels of silver and the half-severed ear of the stone lion at the entrance of the building to forcibly seize a seat from the hands of a madam of Lingxiang Lou.

After using up countless coaxings and praises to send away the down-and-out old master who had previously reserved the box, Yu-daniang, the boss of Lingxiang Lou, walked into the Mudan Pavilion with her buttocks twisting. When she caught sight of the two big Bodhisattvas half lying on the armchairs, she stared and said to the pimp beside her,, “Are these the two guests you mentioned?”