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The moon hung high above the branches. Parasol Street was bustling with traffic, and men and women could be seen everywhere.
Ye Jingtang was dressed like an ordinary wanderer with a bamboo hat on his head. He looked like a foreigner who had never seen the market before and looked around at the buildings along the street.
Parasol Street was the most prosperous street in the capital. It was famous for its brothels, but not all of the long street was brothels. There were a large number of luxury shops, restaurants, and teahouses that offered normal services. There were also many young ladies and madams who came here at night, but they wouldn't stop at the entrance of the two large brothels in the center.