[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 3

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Chapter Seventeen: Beautiful as a Peach Blossom! Venomous as a Serpent!!!

"Damn it, you son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! You bastard!"
On the way out of Pianxian Pavilion, Pang Yu cursed all the way, his teeth itching with hatred.
"A little over four feet... less than five feet..."
"Face like powder... eyes like clear springs..."
"Handsome young master..."
Ugh, isn't this the peerless young master?
Chuixue, you son of a bitch, taking things out of context, confusing the public, are you out of your mind?! You believe everything you hear, seeing a policeman you think is arresting prostitutes, making me run for my life in fear, hiding here and there, almost crawling through a dog hole, and almost getting raped by a woman... Pang Yu was furious just thinking about it. If I
don't beat you to a pulp when I get back, I'll call myself Yu Pang!!!
Damn it, I should have realized it sooner, if it wasn't to arrest the peerless young master, why would he run? Why run for no reason? Urge! Urge! Urge! Urge! "Ugh! This has made even the incredibly intelligent Marquis with an IQ of 160+ lose his mind. He can't even understand such a simple principle. He tried to help someone, but that shameless bastard turned the tables on him!
Wait! What is the identity of this peerless young master? Why would the Imperial Guards deploy such a large force, nearly a hundred men surrounding the Pianxian Pavilion just to capture him? Isn't the Tian Ce Camp only accessible to the Emperor and the Imperial Concubine?!" Pang
Yu became more and more confused. Not only did he not understand the situation, but he also forgot the way back to his residence.
The prosperity of Bianliang cannot be experienced from the partial written records in historical books; one must see it with one's own eyes! The streets and alleys are interconnected, shops are lined up, and the eaves are high. It is far more magnificent and grand than what is depicted in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival." No wonder it was hailed as the largest international metropolis in the world at that time, with a population of over a million.
"Qishu Mingxia Wufenglou, Yimen has been an imperial capital since ancient times—"
Pang Yu's eyes blazed with anger as he gritted his teeth and recited the poem aloud.
***The poem was beautiful, but the roads were like a chessboard, crisscrossing everywhere!
Pang Yu had always been terrible with directions. Even when he first entered university, he could easily get lost on his way from his dormitory to the cafeteria. Now, as the young master of the Pang family, the Marquis of Anle, who had company for eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping... and temporarily without company for sleeping, he had no time to deal with these trivial matters. Normally, when the Marquis of Anle went out, he was always surrounded by a retinue of vicious dogs, servants, guards, bodyguards, lackeys, and thugs.
Knowing the way? Even a dog's brain could handle that; why would he need to bother?
But now, the fearless Marquis of Anle was all alone.
Want to get back to the manor? Sorry, he'd have to rely on himself.
The way... Pang Yu couldn't remember, but he knew he had a mouth, and he could ask.
"Hey, uncle, how do I get to the Grand Tutor's Mansion..."
"Hello, ma'am, I know..."
"May I ask, young man..."
Since he was asking for directions, Pang, a well-rounded young man who had grown up healthily under the harmonious sunshine of the Party, spoke with utmost sincerity and politeness. However, no matter who it was—even a burly, fierce-looking thug or a uniformed city management officer... no, a constable in yamen uniform carrying an iron ruler and chain—once they realized they had been "noticed" by Pang Yu, they would all quickly lower their heads and walk around him.
Indeed, Pang Yu's eyes were beyond description; they were sharp, triangular in shape, flashing with a dangerous light. His dark, gloomy eyelids created a chilling, terrifying atmosphere, and his pupils, narrowed to almost a point, perfectly exemplified... what it meant to be utterly inhuman.
Remembering Tagore's words, "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light," Pang Yu wanted nothing more than to raise his middle finger and curse, "We're both poets, but all I wanted was to see more beautiful women! Why am I given such fierce, vicious, cruel, and inhuman triangular eyes? It's unfair! It's unfair!"
The young master Pang was in a rage...
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"Mother, when can I officially perform on stage?"
By the pond, beside the small building, Xiang Rong sat under a brightly blooming peach tree, her soft, white hand supporting her cheek, a hint of alluring charm flashing in her eyes.
"When Nangong Qin Yi returns from Jiangnan, that's when you'll begin performing. In the ten miles of pleasure quarters of the capital, our Xiang Rong's only rival is her." Mother Yaksha smiled as she poured a cup of tea, savoring it slowly, her gaze towards Xiang Rong as if admiring a unique work of art.
"Hehehe, I'm embarrassed by what you're saying, Mother." Xiangrong covered her mouth and giggled, her beautiful eyes exuding a captivating charm that was innate. The vibrant peach blossoms in the garden added to her allure, making her both serene and elegant, yet possessing the allure of a mature woman. It was hard to tell whether the peach blossoms reflected her or she reflected the peach blossoms.
"My dear daughter, don't blame me for not reminding you." After finishing her tea, Mother Yaksha suddenly became serious. "To gain a foothold in the capital's entertainment industry, there's one person we must win over. Otherwise, no matter how powerful or influential the Pianxian Pavilion is, you and I won't have an easy time. The best way to make this person fall at your feet, devoted to you, at your beck and call, and help us overpower Nangong Qinyi is..."
"Give her to her?" Xiangrong brushed a strand of hair aside, smiling gently.
"Yes."
"Don't worry, Mother, I understand."
After giving a few more instructions, Mother Yaksha got up and left for the main hall.
Xiangrong sat there quietly watching until her figure completely disappeared. Her slender, white hand, which had been caressing the rim of the cup, slowly moved forward, revealing a jade pendant in her outstretched palm—a piece of jade that shimmered with a lustrous sheen and was clearly very valuable. The pendant was inscribed with the auspicious words "Longevity, Wealth, and Fortune," and in the lower right corner, a small inscription the size of a grain of rice: "Gifted to my son Yu." The carving was vigorous and the calligraphy elegant, seemingly the work of Grand Tutor Pang himself.
"Mother, if it weren't for you just now, I would have already…hehe, taken care of him." Xiangrong's voice was somewhat dreamy and hazy, as if she were uttering some incoherent words. The chirping birds around them fluttered and scattered, and even though the Yaksha Mother had already walked away, a chill ran down her spine, a coldness shooting from her feet to her head.
"The first time, you were blessed by God; you miraculously escaped death and came back to life. The second time, that old hag ruined your plans. The third time..."
*Crack!* The delicate red hand, soaked in balsam juice, suddenly tightened, and when it opened again, the jade pendant had turned to dust.
"Pang Yu, Pang Yu, you won't be so lucky!" A soft, icy murmur escaped her lips as her slender, white fingers, whiter than jade teeth, slowly released, the dust scattering in the wind, vanishing in an instant.

Chapter Eighteen: Teasing a Virtuous Woman

"Huh, where's my jade pendant?!"
At the street corner, Pang Yu frantically searched his clothes, turning them inside out, but couldn't find it.
Asking for directions went unanswered, which was quite frustrating. Normally, Pang Yu would turn on his N96 and rely on GPS to find his way home, but that was a thousand years in the future; he had nothing like that now. The only thing he could barely find similar to a cell phone was a mud brick—well, something he could use to throw at people.
Luckily, he had a quick wit and remembered something at a crucial moment: a taxi in Chinese, a t-a-x-i in English, and a horse-drawn carriage in classical Chinese.
Hmm, he'd call a horse-drawn carriage to take him back to the Grand Tutor's mansion.
Who wouldn't want money handed to them?
The idea was excellent, truly excellent—clear goals, meticulous planning, rigorous execution, and remarkable results.
The problem was, he had no money.
As a nobleman of high status and illustrious position, he was always surrounded by a large retinue. How could he possibly carry his own money? His original attire was quite valuable—a gold crown inlaid with jewels, a belt adorned with jade and pearls, and robes and shoes worth over a hundred strings of cash. But he had traded it all for Chuixue, leaving him with a servant's outfit that couldn't be exchanged for anything. The only thing he kept with him was the jade pendant that Grand Tutor Pang had repeatedly instructed him to safeguard, supposedly blessed by a living Buddha.
Pang Yu searched his entire body and tragically discovered: the jade pendant was gone.
"Damn it! With the way he ran, it's no wonder he lost it!"
He grew increasingly furious, wishing he could find Chuixue and skin her alive.
"No! Help—"
Just then, a woman's cry for help suddenly came from afar.
"Hahaha, little beauty, where are you going?"
A man laughed brazenly.
Pang Yu was already seething with anger, and witnessing this blatant harassment of a young woman in broad daylight was like a mouse seeing rice or a wolf smelling meat—he rushed over immediately.
Just wait, the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress drama was about to begin.
Yes, the hero was, of course, him, and the girl, hopefully, was beautiful enough.
"Shameless..." Pang Yu had only uttered two words when a childish, still-childish voice interrupted, "
Shameless lecher! How dare you harass an innocent woman in the street! What is your punishment?!"
About ten meters away, a truly fat man, even fatter than before his "diet," was about to pounce on the slender girl cornered against the wall.
Behind him, a small hand grabbed him; those two fingers alone held the fat man back, his massive body frozen in mid-air, always some distance from the girl.
The owner of the hand was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with an oval face and snow-white skin. Although she puffed out her cheeks fiercely, trying her best to appear righteous and awe-inspiring, she couldn't hide her gentle and beautiful eyes, her adorable and innocent demeanor, and her barely developing breasts, making her instantly recognizable as a naive and innocent little girl. "
A little girl is great, delicate and easy to push over..."
Pang Yu thought lewdly.
The fat man turned around and saw that the one who had stopped him was "this person." He couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time: "Oh my, whose daughter is this? You're asking for trouble, daring to interfere in my business—hahaha, let go quickly, I'm not interested in women who are too young. Even taking you back would be too much."
"Young" has many meanings. Although the little girl was still childish and even spoke with a child's voice, her thoughts were clearly the kind that would be easily censored. Her pink face turned bright red, she was annoyed, irritated, anxious, and ashamed. She covered her chest and said, "Pah, pah, pah, you're the one who's young, I'm already thirteen..." She muttered and pinched him hard.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch." The fat man immediately screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Seriously, it's just a light pinch, why does it hurt so much?
Pang Yu was very disdainful. This fat guy is all fat and has nothing to show for it. He complains when pinched. It's a pity to pinch such a tender little hand.
"You...you dare to do this! Do you know who I am...?" The fat man grimaced in pain, his expression genuinely earnest. "Do you know who I am? How dare you touch this young master in the capital? You're asking for trouble...Ouch!"
"Let go! Release my young master, or you'll regret it!" A servant followed behind the fat man, but he seemed even more pathetic than Chuixue, offering only a mosquito-like buzzing without taking any real action.
"Sister, let it go. We can't afford to mess with people like this." The girl who had almost been humiliated in the street came over to pull her away, her eyes sparkling, looking incredibly pitiful. Compared to the girl's bright and beautiful dress, her clothes were noticeably shabby, made of coarse cloth, patched all over, her bare feet clad in worn-out straw sandals, her face and arms covered in grime and dirt.
The only attractive feature was the two calves peeking out from under her trouser legs, slender and straight, like lotus roots and jade, as if made of bone china. The slightly exposed toes were like freshly peeled lychee segments, crystal clear and lovely, exquisitely delicate.
"Wow," Pang Yu gave a small compliment. "
It's rare for a poor girl to have such a figure, but unfortunately, she doesn't meet my standards." The
extremely discerning Marquis Anle, having not taken a liking to her at first glance, lost interest in playing the hero and was happy to stand aside and watch the show.
Hearing the girl older than her call her "sister," the little girl was very happy. She puffed out her not-so-ample chest and said proudly, "What's there to be afraid of? When I come out to roam the world, I always see justice served. Upholding justice and punishing evil is something my mother taught Yuehua since she was little... Ah!" Realizing she had misspoke, the little girl quickly covered her mouth, but this had already caused a burst of laughter from those around her, including, of course, the young master Pang who had joined in the fun.
The little girl blushed, her lips pursed, and she twisted her lips even more.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch—" the fat man cried out again.
More and more people gathered around, and the little girl seemed to get more and more excited. She grabbed the fat man's right arm and pulled it back, scolding him coquettishly, "What's your name? Tell me quickly! Otherwise, I'll take you to the authorities!"
"My name? Hmph, hmph, you'll be scared to death if I tell you!" The fat man's pain lessened slightly, and he shook his oily, shiny fat face, saying angrily to her, "You brat, listen carefully, my surname is Gao, my given name is Shangya Xia Nei, and Grand Commandant Gao is my father, my biological father!"

Chapter Nineteen: The Big Brother of Gao Ya Nei!

"Whoosh!"
As soon as the fat man said this, the crowd of onlookers were all frightened and backed away.
Pang Yu was also surprised.
Oh, I didn't see that coming, I really didn't see that coming. The fat man looked lewd and unremarkable. It would be an exaggeration to say that he was the son of a landlord. How could he have a Grand Commandant as his father!
The Grand Commandant was a very high-ranking official, the highest military rank in the Qin and Han dynasties, assisting the emperor and commanding the entire army. While his power was slightly reduced in the Song Dynasty, he was still the second-in-command, with the authority to command all the Song army—well, in today's terms, roughly equivalent to the Vice Chairman of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, Minister of National Defense, and Chief of the General Staff of the People's
Liberation Army. His son… well, he's 100% a princeling like his father—a princeling, hmph, in Beijing, let alone snatching a girl on the street, even if he killed someone in a car accident, the police wouldn't dare to intervene. What, don't understand the analogy? That's easy, think of *Water Margin*. Grand Commandant Gao Qiu's son, who wasn't even his biological son, dared to snatch the wife of Lin Chong, the head instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards…
Ah, this young master Gao was also called Gao Yanei, but the former was a title, and his real name was Gao.
"Hmph, hmph hmph, scared now, you brat." The man inside Gao Ya was called "Gao Yanei," and his behavior was almost identical to Gao Yanei's. Seeing that his name had intimidated the crowd, he laughed smugly, "Let me tell you the truth, let alone a mere prefect of Kaifeng, even if I went to the Dali Temple, no one would dare touch me!"
The girl's face turned deathly pale, her small hands clutching the hem of her clothes, her delicate body trembling.
Many of the people felt sorry for her, but remembering Gao Taiwei's power in the capital, none dared to interfere. The dozens of people scattered in a flash, leaving completely gone.
"Why are you leaving? Hey!"
"Where are you going? Come back!"
"The prisoner is still here! We can't let him go..."
The little girl stamped her feet and cried desperately, but the people didn't even dare to look back, only hurrying away.
Seeing this, the girl knew she couldn't escape her fate of being violated on the high cliff. Her face turned ashen, her thin, bloodless lips pressed tightly together, leaving streaks of blood. She seemed to be forcibly suppressing her tears.
Strange, how strange!
Pang Yu frowned slightly, deeply puzzled.
His eyesight was excellent; even from a distance, he had observed the three women's every move.
The girl was dressed in tattered clothes. While poor girls typically wore simple cloth garments, she was even more shabby than Xi'er from "The White-Haired Girl." Her clothes were filthy, covered in black grime, and her garments had seven or eight patches. If it weren't for her relatively neat hair, which showed signs of being combed, she would truly resemble a little beggar.
Yet, she timidly bit her lip, inadvertently revealing two rows of fine, pearly white teeth. The outer part of her lips was stained with dust and slightly blackened, while the inside was a pale rosy pink, translucent like freshly peeled lychee flesh—a stark contrast to her ragged attire.
"Don't, don't be so smug! He's just a Grand Commandant, what's so great about him?" The little girl jumped up and down in a panic, her rosy lips pouting slightly. Even with anger, her bright eyes on her delicate oval face were still adorable, and you could even see the fine downy hairs on her pink cheeks. "You kidnapped a woman in the street, that's a heinous crime, a vicious... a heinous... that... a complete scoundrel. You, you're a big bad guy, a big... I don't believe that no one in the capital can deal with you, or me... I'll take it all to Judge Bao!"
Gao Yan's lips twitched, his face turning a little pale: "Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean by kidnapping a woman, a heinous crime? You brat, do you even understand? I just felt sorry for this girl because of her pretty appearance, and I couldn't bear to see her doing such strenuous work that ruins her body..." He intended to introduce her to a powerful figure as a maid, serving tea and water, attending to her needs, and so on—much easier than her current life of selling firewood and delivering charcoal. If… hey, if that powerful figure took a liking to her and made her his concubine, she'd be a phoenix soaring to the heavens! From then on, she'd live a life of luxury, enjoying endless comforts, and she'd be grateful to him for it.”
The little girl was too young to understand the meaning of “concubine,” but seeing the knowing smiles on Gao Ya Nei and his servant's faces, she knew he wasn't talking about anything good. She spat at him, sticking out her tongue and mockingly saying, “Hmph, what powerful figure? He's probably no better than you, always relying on his power to seduce other people's wives and daughters. He's done all sorts of bad things, hasn't he!”
"What?! You dare insult my elder brother!" Gao Yanei was furious. He took a step forward and swung his fist to hit her, but the dignified son of the Grand Commandant was useless. The little girl twisted his arm and bent it back, making him howl in pain.
"Elder brother? Hehehe—" The little girl couldn't help but laugh, her eyebrows raised, her eyes curved, her dimples appearing and disappearing, and her pale red lips curled up like water chestnuts. "Hearing you talk so highly of yourself, I thought you were some general or prince. Turns out... hehehe, people say that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. If the younger brother is like this, how can the elder brother be any better? In my opinion, he's probably just a spoiled brat, a good-for-nothing, hehehe."
"You..." Not only was Gao Yanei speechless, but even Pang Yu was amazed. The little girl had been stuttering a bit at first, how did she suddenly become so sharp? Hmm, it seems she's quite the sharp-tongued woman at home, always arguing with people. Hoho, the princelings of Bianliang versus the spoiled little loli, this is going to be a good show.
The more he watched, the happier he became, and his anger completely subsided.
"What do you mean, you? You're a little lecher, then he's the big one."
"Big big big big big big big big big big unparalleled big—" the little loli shouted enthusiastically.
"You you you you you you you you..." Gao Yanei trembled with anger.
"Do you know who my older brother is? What will happen if he finds out that someone is talking about him behind his back? Ouch—"
"What will happen? Tell me, tell me." The little loli grabbed Gao Yanei's arm, refusing to let it go.
Thinking of his wise, mighty, and imposing elder brother, with whom he could protect him even if the sky were to fall, Gao Ya Nei's courage surged a hundredfold. He puffed out his chest, raised his head, and his fat face gleamed with oil: "Hmph, let me tell you the truth, any man who dares to insult my elder brother will be exiled to the army at best, and his entire family will be killed at worst; as for women... hehehehe..."
Holy crap, who the hell is so awesome? The Grand Commandant's son is such a ruthless underling!
No way, I'm going to crush him! Crush him to the core!! Acting on behalf of Heaven and eliminating evil for the people!!!
Pang Yu, who has always had a strong sense of justice, clenched his fists secretly.
"My older brother is always very caring, meticulous, gentle, and considerate towards women. Any girl he sets his sights on is negotiable after a night of passion. But it's a pity..." Gao Yanei spoke bluntly, completely oblivious to shame. His eyes swept back and forth over the little girl's almost flat chest, and he shook his head, sighing with infinite "regret," "My brother prefers seventeen or eighteen-year-old women in their prime. He has absolutely no interest in little girls whose bodies haven't fully developed, absolutely no interest, hahaha."
Sigh, I actually prefer little girls to mature women.
Pang Yu thought lewdly, touching his nose, his hatred for his fat older brother only growing stronger.
The girl standing to the side felt a chill run down her spine and shrank back timidly, but she still managed to hold back her tears.
"Sister, let's go! We can't afford to mess with this kind of person."
"Hmph, I'm not leaving!" The little girl became even more energetic at the shout of "Sister, Sister!" Her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Gao Yanei, her hands on her slender waist, her head tilted back with a questioning air. "I want to hear just who this fat, lecherous scoundrel's 'turtle egg' brother is!"
"My 'turtle egg' brother... ugh!" Gao Yanei almost blurted out in a moment of panic. "You, you, you, you, listen carefully! Remember to hold onto the wall, hold onto the wall, don't fall over from fright when I speak—listen, my wise, mighty, handsome, dashing, and unparalleled brother is none other than the only son of Grand Tutor Pang, the brother of the Imperial Concubine, the current Emperor's brother-in-law, Marquis Anle, Pang Yu! Scared yet! Hahaha!!!"
"Smack—" Amidst the maniacal, perverse laughter, someone indeed nearly fell over. However, it wasn't the little girl or the young woman, but rather Pang Yu, who couldn't resist jumping out to trample on someone after hearing a barrage of nauseating praise and flattery.

Chapter Twenty: Loli,

Marquis Anle Pang Yu!
Those five words struck the girl's heart like thunder. Her face, already pale as a sheet of paper, let out a soft "ooh," her eyes rolling back to the whites, and she fell straight backward.
Pang Yu reacted quickly, rushing forward to catch her.
Unbelievable! A girl from a poor family possessed such a slender, willow-like waist, soft and delicate to the touch, like touching brocade—so comfortable he almost cried out for his mother!
"Miss, are you...are you alright?" A very old-fashioned line, a very old-fashioned question. Although Pang Yu had seen similar scenes countless times in TV dramas and books, when it actually happened to him… he still asked the same stupid question.
Alright? What the hell are you talking about!
The girl gasped softly, her lips parting and closing like a fish out of water, trying to say something but lacking the strength.
Pang Yu embraced her delicate body from behind, inhaling a fresh, delicate fragrance of youth. It seemed that no matter how tattered her clothes or how much dust clung to them, they couldn't conceal the vibrant youth radiating from her.
The girl leaned against Pang Yu, her large, watery eyes glistening with tears, like a tender daisy touched by dew, a sight that evoked pity. Her slightly parted mouth revealed tiny, pale teeth biting her bloodless lips, her tongue a chilling grayish-white, her nostrils trembling slightly, even her breaths weak and feeble.
No, this wasn't fear making her faint; it was hunger… and exhaustion from overexertion!
The girl was slender but not petite. However, Pang Yu was really "imposing," and since she was lying on her side, she only reached his chest. Her body was close to him, and a strong masculine scent wafted into her nose. Then there was the "intimate" contact of the hot hand on her waist through her clothes. Instantly, her delicate face flushed red, and her fair neck turned pink.
"Don't be afraid—" Pang Yu lowered his head and whispered, "With me here, no one can touch you."
His warm breath brushed against her cheek, making the girl's heart pound. Overwhelmed with shyness, though she was dazed with hunger and had no strength left, she still turned her head away, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Pang Yu!?"
The little girl's phoenix eyes swept over her, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain.
"That good-for-nothing, idle, womanizing playboy marquis? Humph, I never intended to let him go when I came to the capital!"
"What?! You want to steal my older brother!" Gao Yanei's mouth gaped open, shouting deafeningly.
"Yes, snatch him back to be our bandit chief... ptooey, ptooey, ptooey." The little girl, having heard too many chivalrous tales, was almost misspoken by the confused crowd on the high cliff. Embarrassed and annoyed, her face flushed red, she hurriedly corrected herself, "This, this young lady... don't let this young lady run into this bullying scoundrel, otherwise I'll definitely beat him up, beat him hard, and vent my anger for all the girls in the capital who have been bullied by him."
Vent my anger? Why don't you just say "I'll punish you in the name of the moon"?
Pang Yu curled his lip, wanting to go over and retort, to teach her a lesson.
He'd been yelling "lecherous scoundrel" for ages, and now there was this "scoundrel" too. Did he have to be so unrestrained in cursing behind my back, especially cursing me?!
"You dare touch my elder brother?" Gao Yanei chuckled coldly, glancing at her with his triangular eyes—she was too short, barely reaching her brother's ribs; her body was petite, as if a strong wind could blow her over; her legs were as thin as tender bamboo shoots sprouting in spring; small eyebrows, small neck, small arms, small waist, two tiny braids framing her forehead—by all accounts, she was just a little girl with an immature air. It was already a miracle that her elder brother hadn't raped or bullied her since she entered the Grand Tutor's mansion. To think she could possibly ravage her brother! "
Hahaha, you overestimate yourself! Ouch, ouch, ouch—"
He had just laughed when his arm was twisted again, followed by a heart-wrenching, bone-chilling pinch.
"Ouch, ouch, my God, my great-grandmother—" The screams could be heard eight streets away.
"I'll deal with you first, then storm the Grand Tutor's mansion and skin that lecherous, wicked, and wicked Pang Yu alive!"
"Hahaha! Hahaha!" Laughter rang out.
"Ouch...it wasn't me, it wasn't me laughing..." Gao Yanei cried out in pain.
"Who is it!" The little girl was startled, only then realizing it came from behind, and turned around angrily.
"Ouch—" It would have been better if she hadn't turned around, because turning around almost made her fall into Pang Yu's arms.
"You, who are you, what are you laughing at?" She took two steps back in fright, covering her sore nose, and stared at him fiercely.
"What am I laughing at? Little sister, you're being unreasonable, clinging to this young master, of course I'm going to laugh." Pang Yu shrugged, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the girl he had helped to sit down on the steps. Seeing her half-lying, half-sitting against the wall, her cheeks slightly regaining color, he felt a little relieved.
"Who's your little sister!" A scolding came in an instant.
"Alright, alright, heroine, heroine, okay?" "
This title of 'heroine' is more than flattery; it truly resonates with the little girl's heart. Her cheeks flush instantly, a mixture of joy and shyness washing over her. Even the greatest anger and resentment vanishes in an instant. She twists her clothes shyly, her face red, and lightly spits out, 'I...how am I being unreasonable...how am I being unreasonable?'
'Heroine, do you have any evidence that this young master Gao is forcibly abducting a woman in the street?'
'He, a grown man, chasing a girl all over the street, pulling and tugging—what else could that be but abduction?' The little girl glances sideways at Gao Ya Nei, her bright eyes captivating.
'That young lady, a great heroine, touching and tugging at a young master—isn't that...'
'Wouldn't that be trying to abduct our young master?' The servant boy from Gao Ya Nei, quick to speak, interrupts.
'You...' The little girl's face turns even redder, and she stomps her foot frantically. 'You dare to mock me! Mock me!'" “
That’s how it is…” Pang Yu didn’t answer, but the servant, thinking he could vent his anger, blurted out again. The little girl, enraged, slapped him across the face without warning.
She seemed to have martial arts training; despite her small size, her blow was surprisingly powerful. The servant was dazed and staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Taking advantage of this moment, Pang Yu slipped to the girl’s side and whispered something. The girl took out a large string of coins and handed them to him without hesitation.
Pang Yu returned to the girl’s side, half-squatting down and speaking softly, “Miss, you’ve misunderstood. Young Master Gao was actually just trying to be kind. He saw that selling firewood was too hard and tiring for you and wanted to find you an easier job. Perhaps his methods were a bit too harsh, but he didn’t mean any harm. Of course, it was his fault for frightening you. Consider these coins as a way to calm your nerves.”
“No, I don’t want his stinking money.” The girl shook her head frantically, her small hands tightly gripping the long robe Pang Yu had taken off and offered her to keep her warm.
She trembled like a frightened fawn, a sight that pained even Pang Yu to see. Pang Yu saw that although she was frail, she had her own principles. First, despite being wronged and almost kidnapped, she hadn't cried at all. Second, the "compensation" she offered was equivalent to a year's worth of firewood she earned, yet she refused to accept it. Moved and somewhat admiring, Pang Yu sighed and stood up, not forcing him.
"You...why did you help me?" the girl asked softly, tears still glistening on her face.
"Because...maybe I'm a good person," Pang Yu said, touching his nose and smiling somewhat sheepishly.
"Hey! Don't think that giving money is enough. This isn't over yet." "The little girl, seeing her chance to show off was gone, became anxious and started yelling at Pang Yu.
"Hey, heroine, aren't you annoying? They were just chasing and pulling each other in the street, they didn't do anything heinous, is it worth you jumping around like this and making such a big deal out of it?" Pang Yu was getting a little angry. The girl being bullied was none of the little girl's business. Even if it was about chivalry, there should be limits. Was it necessary to hold a grudge and keep pestering her? "
Hmph, pulling and pulling in the street is wrong, this young lady will definitely..."
"Sigh—the world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be." Before the little girl could finish speaking, Pang Yu suddenly shook his head and sighed, looking like a saintly figure of compassion.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just... I remembered a crooked poem."
"Crooked... what crooked poem?"
Pang Yu rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Bianliang has never had any lecherous wolves since ancient times, upright gentlemen line up in rows." Occasionally, a few cases would occur, and the perpetrators were always female hooligans—"Little heroine, you'd better confess obediently, how you saw Young Master Gao while shopping, how you took the opportunity to touch him inappropriately, pinching and squeezing him, when you were going to make your move, to..."
He rattled off a string of words, while Gao Ya Nei and his servant were already laughing hysterically.
"You, you, you, you bad people, big bad people!" The little girl finally couldn't take it anymore, her jade cheeks burning, she covered her ears and screamed in fright.
Serves you right for cursing me, huh!
I laughed triumphantly, I laughed triumphantly, watching the little girl blush.
Pang Yu was secretly delighted.
"Yuehua, what's wrong?" Suddenly, a dignified and clear voice rang out behind him. Before he could turn around, a young man was already standing beside the little girl.
The man was dressed as a swordsman, wearing a gray-blue outfit with flowing cloud patterns. A long sword hung at his waist. He walked with a steady demeanor, his eyebrows slanted upwards, his eyes were bright and piercing, and his appearance was extremely handsome. He exuded an inexplicable and intimidating aura. One glance was enough to tell that he was a master of martial arts. Yet, his every move also had a touch of scholarly elegance. He truly possessed indescribable heroic spirit and ineffable handsome charm.
"Brother Zhan—" Upon hearing his voice, the little girl immediately sobbed and threw herself into his arms, her plump little mouth pouting, tears welling up in her eyes. "They...they bullied me, they touched me inappropriately, and they even said...they said they would take Yuehua to the Grand Tutor's mansion to be that lecherous thief Pang Yu's maid."
Damn it, how shameless!
Pang Yu almost cursed.
Looking at the little girl's current appearance, she was truly pitiful, her pink cheeks flushed red, showing both "fear" and "nervousness," her eyes brimming with tears, like a misty drizzle falling on the dark blue Heavenly Lake on the Tianshan Mountains, her pouting little mouth as if she had truly suffered a great injustice.
Ugh, I can tolerate her calling me a lecherous thief time and time again, but she actually turned around and accused me first!
Pang Yu gritted his teeth in hatred. "
This grudge must be avenged! One day I'll make you cry, I really will!"
After listening to the little girl's "complaints," the man frowned slightly, scrutinizing them intently. Suddenly, he took two steps forward, bowed to Pang Yu, and said in a deep voice, "My surname is Zhan, courtesy name Xiongfei, from Yujie Village, Wujin County, Jiangsu Province. This is my sworn sister. She is still young and doesn't understand things. Please forgive her if she offended you."
Ah, so she's a sensible person.
Pang Yu was delighted and was about to exchange a few polite words when he suddenly widened his eyes in astonishment, pointing at the man.
"You...you...you...you...Zhan Xiongfei, Zhan Zhao, the Northern Hero Zhan Zhao!?"

(Chapter 21: To be continued...)

"It's the Southern Hero!" The little girl clenched her pink fists, baring her teeth at Pang Yu. Her thin clothes covered her two small, delicate breasts, the rounded contours undulating smoothly. Although not particularly full, they seemed almost overflowing when she arched her back and leaned forward.
Pang Yu, with his keen eyes, certainly wouldn't miss this captivating scene—looking didn't mean he couldn't retaliate. His fierce, triangular eyes widened, glaring menacingly at the little girl.
When it came to eye contact, that was Pang Yu's forte, absolutely.
The little girl initially met his gaze without fear, but was quickly intimidated by his lecherous glare. Her face even flushed red, her cheeks as if coated with pink powder. Combined with her bright, angry eyes, she was incredibly adorable. Sticking out her tongue, she retorted, "You... what are you looking at, you shameless scoundrel!"
This time, Pang Yu remained calm.
"Keep cursing, keep cursing, don't let me catch you off guard, or I'll get my revenge tenfold, a hundredfold!
" "Yuehua, stop fooling around," Zhan Zhao interrupted.
"Brother Zhan~~" The little girl pouted her cute little mouth, shaking her head and acting coquettishly.
Zhan Zhao shook her head, gently stroking her hair, her voice as gentle as if coaxing a little sister: "Everyone says a tiger father begets no dog son, but with our Yuehua, it's become a tiger father begets no dog daughter. Everyone within a hundred miles of Ding Family Village knows this. When she grows up, she'll probably surpass her father and brother, even they'll have to admit defeat."
Ding... Ding Yuehua? The moon
shines brightly in the clear blue sky, a lonely figure hangs in the moonlight.
Why do girls these days all have such auspicious names?
"Of course, my nickname 'Purple Phoenix and Jade Phoenix' isn't for nothing," Ding Yuehua raised her eyebrows slightly, hands on her hips, and gave a proud snort, her upturned lips carrying the pride of a young girl.
"Hey, I really have to praise you. I'm just giving you a heads-up so you don't lose your temper later."
Pang Yu winked at her lewdly, his disdain written all over his face.
Ding Yuehua found this grinning, stinking servant particularly hateful. She stomped her little foot heavily, angrily drawing her sword to poke a few holes in him!
Zhan Zhao took a small half-step forward, blocking her way perfectly, and continued gently, "Yuehua, you come from a family of martial artists, and your master, the Divine Nun Xiaoyue, is a rare master in this world. Although you've only been practicing for a short time, your foundation is already quite solid. Three or five ordinary people are no match for you..."
Zhan Zhao seemed to have a clear understanding of her personality, praising her first to make her happy before slowly circling back to the main topic.
"On the other hand, this young man, while physically robust and with a murderous glint in his eyes, has unsteady steps and weak breathing; it's obvious he's not a trained martial artist." Zhan Zhao paused here, but everyone understood the implication—they bullied you? You're already showing some conscience by not bullying them.
"No, I...I didn't lie, they started it...they..." Ding Yuehua stammered, both anxious and ashamed, stamping her feet and covering her burning cheeks.
"Hero Zhan," Pang Yu ignored her annoyance and spoke directly to Zhan Zhao, "Actually, this matter has been clarified; it was entirely a misunderstanding. Young Master Gao and...by the way, young lady, what's your name?"
"Xiu...Xiuxiang." The girl slightly raised her eyes, her weak voice barely audible. "
The fragrance of ten miles of fragrant trees wafts across the pond, the evening light on the water reflects the quiet beauty of youth...
" Someone muttered to himself, almost having another episode, but coughed twice to cover it up, and continued, "I see that neither Young Master Gao nor Miss Xiuxiang intends to pursue this matter.
Perhaps it's best to leave it at that, with both sides taking a step back and letting it go." Zhan Zhao, having traveled the martial world, had seen many similar cases, and upon seeing who the two parties were, he immediately guessed their identities. Given his temperament, the crime of publicly humiliating a young girl would never be tolerated; even if not sent to the authorities, he would at least receive some punishment, such as breaking one of Gao Yanei's fingers or making him kowtow and beg for forgiveness from the victim.
However, this time Ding Yuehua acted too early, without any evidence of Gao Yanei's attempted misconduct. Xiuxiang was also hungry and exhausted, on the verge of fainting—she didn't even have the strength to speak, so who could she accuse? If it really went to the authorities, she would be the one to suffer. Since a servant had stepped in to smooth things over, and Xiu Xiang's body hadn't been harmed, it was better to stop there and avoid making things more complicated, which would only hurt her more.
"Alright," Zhan Zhao thought for a moment and finally nodded.
"I'll also apologize to the young brother on Yuehua's behalf."
"Oh, it's alright, it's alright. It's normal for a little girl to be mischievous. She'll grow up in a few years." Pang Yu waved his hand "magnanimously," emphasizing the words "little girl" and "grown up."
Ding Yuehua was furious, her face turning pale. She wanted to pounce on him and pinch him, but Zhan Zhao grabbed her sleeve. She wanted to curse—sorry, Pang Yu's voice was louder than hers.
"Miss Xiu Xiang is weak and probably needs rest. I've long heard of the Southern Hero's chivalry and righteousness..."
"I always see things through to the end." "That's good, that's good. I have other important matters to attend to and can't leave. I'll trouble you, Hero Zhan, and little sister Ding... Yuehua, to escort Miss Xiu Xiang home." Pang Yu, his face flushed with arrogance, quickly replied, displaying his shamelessness to the fullest.
"Pah! Who's your little sister? You lecherous scoundrel, you filthy thief, you dog of a servant, you bastard, you living widower!" A storm raged in an instant. Ding Yuehua's eyebrows shot up, her phoenix-like eyes widening, almost spraying him in the face.
Living...widower!!!
Pang Yu jolted as if on edge, veins throbbing on his forehead.
A woman whose husband has died is called a widow, a man whose wife has died is called a widower. A widower is someone who is alive, and adding the word "alive" makes it clear—a man who can't even find a wife.
Everyone has their sore spots, and even dragons have their Achilles' heel. Ding Yuehua's outburst was like a slap in the face to our Lord Pang, unleashing all the resentment he'd bottled up for twenty-two years.
Am I a living widower? Good, good, good, well said, so satisfying!
Thinking back to those unbearable days of the past, and now, as a marquis and the emperor's brother-in-law, sitting in the top seat of the princeling faction, yet unable to even see a woman without sneaking out, Pang Yu almost ground his teeth to powder.
"Living widower! Living widower! Living widower! Living widower! Living widower! Living widower—living widower—living widower—" Seeing Pang Yu's ugly expression, Ding Yuehua was overjoyed. She dragged out the words, becoming increasingly aggressive in her cursing, repeating the same phrase over and over, clapping her hands as she shouted
, almost dancing. Normally, Pang Yu would definitely take action. Couldn't beat him? He'd call for reinforcements—a relentless attack, a group beating, a multiple partner—no, he'd only enjoy that himself. He'd just call in reinforcements, and if that still wasn't enough, he'd use anesthetics, sleeping pills, sleeping potions, aphrodisiacs—anything to knock her out, then drag her to the manor for a proper…training.
He definitely wouldn't let her go!
The problem is that Zhan Zhao is here now, a formidable figure, an absolute super-powerful one. He has neither martial arts skills nor any capable helpers, so he's 100% no match for him. He'll grit his teeth and swallow this anger, saving it for later. "
A gentleman's revenge is never too late,"
Pang Yu consoled himself in a self-deceptive way, his mind filled with wicked thoughts.
Curse, curse, curse! Keep cursing! You curse me in the street today, and tomorrow you'll be in my hands…
we'll see!
Those are the four words!
"Young...Young Master." Suddenly, a soft call came from Xiu Xiang.
Pang Yu turned around, his gloomy face instantly filled with concern, even his eyes seemed to soften.
"This…this is for you." Xiu Xiang, supported by Zhan Zhao, her frail body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind, swaying precariously, her small hands holding the outer robe Pang Yu had taken off and draped over her, wanting to return it to him.
"It's chilly, you should wear this."
"No, Xiuxiang can't accept it, even though our family is poor..."
"It's just a loan, you have to return it." Pang Yu didn't take the robe, but smiled at her instead.
Xiuxiang stood there, stunned, her eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.
To others, this might seem like a simple sentence, but to her, it gave her family the dignity to hold their heads high—yes, she was born into poverty, lived a life of hardship, and was despised, scorned, and looked down upon wherever she went. If the robe were given to her
for free with the word "gift," what difference would that be from charity! The word "borrow" seems simple, but for a poor, destitute commoner like her, who would care about such a thing? Only this servant brother, whose eyes looked fierce but whose heart was actually very gentle, truly stood in her shoes to help her! He truly understood her feelings! He truly considered her thoughts! He truly thought of her! He protected her dignity with seemingly insignificant words!!!
He really... he is a great person, an incredibly good person!
Xiuxiang was so moved she almost cried.
"But such beautiful clothes... I've never worn them before... What if I ruin them..."
Pang Yu felt a pang of sadness.
The robe he'd taken off was the servant's uniform; he wouldn't have even touched it if he hadn't swapped clothes with Chuixue. But in Xiuxiang's eyes... Sigh, he dared not wear it!
"Take it." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible force.
"Don't worry if you ruin it, I'll mend it myself. Needlework is always more satisfying when done by hand." His gentle words struck the girl's heart deeply.
Xiuxiang's delicate body trembled, tears falling silently like spring rain.
"Thank you, thank you..."
"No need to thank me, it was nothing." Pang Yu raised his hand and patted her cold palm through his robe. "Remember, no matter what, you have to be good to yourself, otherwise even if you don't care, someone else will." The
"you" Pang Yu was referring to was of course Xiu Xiang's family, but Xiu Xiang seemed to misunderstand. Her tear-stained face flushed a faint blush that couldn't be hidden by the stains, her heart pounded, and her eyes and ears felt so hot that she felt like she was about to faint.
When she came to her senses, Zhan Zhao had already helped her walk more than ten feet away. With her last bit of strength, she managed to turn around and saw Pang Yu grabbing the servant by the collar and lifting him up, slapping him hard across the face. She could guess that he was avenging her. The bitterness, grievances, and gratitude that had been suppressed for so long burst forth instantly, and tears streamed down her face!
"Wait a minute, Brother Zhan—wait for me~~" Ding Yuehua only ran after him after she had finished cursing, her soft voice as sweet as honey, "Yuehua has something to ask you~~ I heard from my master that there is a secret Gu poison in Miao territory that can control a person's consciousness by inserting silver needles into their brain. Is it true or not?"
...

Chapter Twenty-Two: Best Buddies

"Hey! Hey hey!! Hey hey hey!!! What do you mean? Do you have the right to decide my young master's affairs?"
What is called a dog relying on its master's power, what is called a fox borrowing the tiger's might? This moment was perfectly demonstrated by the servant under Gao Ya's command—as soon as Zhan Zhao and Ding Yuehua walked away, he immediately jumped three feet high, pointing at Pang Yu and cursing loudly. [Drunk][Exposed][Net]
"You, I'm talking to you, you brat! Are you blind? You're tired of living, daring to let that Xiu-something girl go!" Seeing Pang Yu remain silent, the servant assumed he was cowardly and cursed even more fiercely, "Whose household servant are you? Give me your name if you dare, and I, Gao Dawei, will bring men to teach your master a lesson..."
"Hey, hey, hey—you, what are you doing?"
The "lesson" he was about to say was still stuck in his throat when suddenly Gao Dawei felt a tightness in his chest. Pang Yu had grabbed him by the chest and lifted him up.
His name was Gao Dawei, but he was neither tall nor imposing; his legs kicked wildly but couldn't even touch the ground.
"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on his face, and then he was sent flying like a punching bag.
"Ouch!" With a scream, Gao Dawei, dazed and seeing stars, scrambled back to Gao Yanei's side, wailing, "Young Master, Young Master, he hit me! He doesn't respect you, he doesn't respect the Grand Commandant's Mansion!"
"Get up," Gao Yanei said expressionlessly.
"Young Master..."
Gao Dawei only managed to utter two words before being slapped again, falling backward.
It was Gao Yanei who had hit him.
"Young Master, what are you doing..." Gao Dawei clutched his swollen cheeks, barely able to cry anymore.
"Having followed you for so long, you can't even recognize the uniform of a first-class servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion? You deserve a beating."
"Grand Tutor's mansion? Then this one..."
"Naturally, he's the personal servant who serves my elder brother. Otherwise, besides those old stewards in their fifties and sixties, who else in the Grand Tutor's mansion would be qualified to be promoted to first-class servant at such a young age?" The fat man smiled at Pang Yu with a friendly expression, but when he turned to the servant, he was furious and reprimanded him without any politeness, "You damn blind fool, you're a disgrace!"
Gao Dawei was stunned at first, then quickly rushed over and hugged Pang Yu's leg, crying and wailing, "Fourth Brother... no, Fourth Master, Dawei was blind and didn't recognize your greatness, Dawei deserves to die, Dawei I..."
"Alright, get up."
"No, Fourth Master, I haven't admitted my mistake yet, I haven't expressed my remorse to you, I haven't..." "
Get out!" Gao Yanei got impatient first and kicked him in the groin, and then Gao Dawei, who was neither tall nor imposing, fell to the ground with a third wail.
"Young Master Pang, you look unfamiliar. You haven't been with your elder brother for very long, have you? I wonder what you do for him?" Gao Yanei was unexpectedly polite, completely unlike his earlier arrogant and domineering self. It seemed his admiration for his elder brother, Pang Yu, had reached a point of boundless, unstoppable fervor, otherwise, why would the son of the Grand Commandant be so amiable to a mere servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion?
"Young Master has excellent judgment!" Playing the part, Pang Yu simply gave Gao Yanei a thumbs-up in return, "Young Master Pang has indeed been with the Marquis for a short time, as for what he does…"
The two men exchanged a glance, then burst into a chuckle that only men could understand.
"How has my elder brother been lately? Why is it that every time I've visited Pang Fu (the head steward of the Pang family), he always makes excuses, saying my elder brother is still seriously ill and unable to receive guests?" Gao Yanei frowned first, then sighed heavily, overwhelmed with emotion. "Alas, without my elder brother, nothing feels right. Even sleeping with women in a brothel isn't as enjoyable as before."
"That's right, our young master loves to compete with Marquis Anle to see who can last the longest. Although he always loses, just listening to the lewd whispers rising and falling from both rooms is incredibly satisfying, extremely satisfying, hehehe." Gao Dawei got up, shaking his head and laughing along, drool practically dripping from his mouth.
Damn it, Pang Yu thought to himself with contempt.
Coming here just to invite me to a brothel? My father would be a fool to let you into the manor.
"Oh, and I heard that a few days ago, Grand Tutor Pang dismissed all of my elder brother's maids and servants, leaving only Chuixue to serve him. What happened? Hey, little brother, you must have only started working for my elder brother after that, right?"
"Well... it must be that the Marquis wasn't satisfied with their service." Pang Yu chuckled and made up a story. Being forced to abstain from sex by his father was a matter of face for him, and he couldn't possibly tell anyone!
"I knew it—" Gao Yanei slapped his thigh and said gleefully, "My elder brother is wise and mighty. His reputation as a playboy is known throughout the capital. How could he not have women serving him? It's a pity that if it weren't for that brat Ding something, I would have snatched the woodcutter girl, cleaned her up, dressed her up, and sent her to the Grand Tutor's mansion."
"Hey, Young Master Gao, are you really planning to snatch Xiuxiang and give her to my Marquis?" Pang Yu was taken aback. He thought Gao Yanei was just using his name to scare him.
"Of course, this young master... Hey, you don't think I've taken a fancy to this girl and plan to take her back for my own enjoyment? Wrong, wrong! If you had followed my older brother or asked Chuixue earlier, you would know that I, Young Master Gao, prefer mature women." Gao Yanei winked at him, his chubby face beaming with a smile. "As the old saying goes, 'Thirty is not wild, forty is wild, fifty is just the peak of wildness, and sixty is the most wild.' The older the woman, the more experienced she is, and the more enjoyable it is to serve a man. Of course, mature women are a matter of personal taste. My older brother just likes to deflower those seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, and we, as his underlings, naturally have to do our part."
Gao Dawei chimed in from the side, "Yes, in order to find a suitable maid for Marquis Anle, my young master has been squatting on the street for three days, even turning down several banquets and dates with Piaorou from Lanxiang Garden."
Piaorou? I'd rather have Pantene.
Pang Yu muttered to himself, feeling quite grateful to Gao Yanei.
"Brother, you're a real brother! You couldn't find a buddy like that who would forcibly take a woman for his elder brother even with a lantern! " "
Good, very good! Character-driven, loyal, no wonder he's the Grand Commandant's son!!! "
Wait a minute, Gao Yanei's father is the Grand Commandant, so…
Pang Yu's mind flashed, then he smiled, a wicked smile.
"Young Master Gao."
"What is it?"
"My lord is indeed still recovering from a serious illness and unable to receive guests, but…"
"But what?" Gao Yanei pressed urgently.
Pang Yu leaned closer mysteriously and whispered in his ear, "But if the Marquis knew there was some arrogant brat outside badmouthing him behind his back, and you, Young Master Gao, easily caught her with a little trickery, tied her up, and sent her to the manor for the Marquis to deflower... well, teach her a good lesson, the Marquis would definitely be in a great mood. And with a good mood, his illness will heal faster. Once he's fully recovered, he can take you out for a life of pleasure and debauchery."
"Really?" Gao Yanei's eyes lit up.
"Really."
"But that Zhan guy, this so-called Southern Hero, seems quite powerful. It might be... a bit difficult for us to get that brat from him on our own." Gao Yanei's face showed worry.
—Not a bit, but very difficult. Otherwise, I could have just asked Chuixue to take a few men and do it. Why bother with you?
Pang Yu thought to himself, of course, without saying it aloud.
"Young Master Gao's father is the Grand Commandant of the court, and he must have many formidable figures under his command. All you need to do is ask Young Master Gao to lend a few to us..." Pang Yu patted his chest confidently, "In three to five days, I will definitely capture that little loli... Ding Yuehua, and send her to the Marquis in Young Master Gao's name."
"Good!" Gao Yanei, seeing his confidence, also became excited and immediately decided, "I'll go to the Commander's Mansion right now and ask my father to send a few top-notch experts."
"Oh, and the Marquis asked me to go out and buy things, but I accidentally lost my money, and I can't carry it all by myself..."
"Dawei, stay here and help Pang Si. Put everything on my tab." Gao Yanei agreed readily.
Hoho, finally someone to lead the way.
Pang Yu turned around, covering his mouth and secretly laughing.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Beauty After Her Bath

"I really didn't expect it! Sister, after your bath, you're such a celestial beauty!" A
soft, tender voice echoed from a dilapidated wooden hut halfway up the mountain.
—Little girl Ding Yuehua stood by a simple wooden bed covered in straw in the corner of the hut, clapping her hands and giggling softly. Her delicate eyebrows, brimming with youthful innocence, almost curved into two crescent moons.
At the head of the bed, Xiuxiang, refreshed after her bath, half-reclined, half-sitting. Her hair, gathered in a bun from behind to her chest, reached her knees. A worn-out wooden comb, made of planks and fish bones, cascaded down her hair, like a flowing, lustrous waterfall, so shiny it could almost be used as a mirror.
She had changed into a relatively clean but still tattered cloth shirt, covering her slender, delicate body. Her waistline was incredibly thin, a sight that evoked pity. The collar of her cloth shirt was frayed, revealing a glimpse of her translucent, delicate neck with faint blue veins. Her snow-white, smooth hair, washed clean of grime,
made her appear even more exquisite, a sight to behold. Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally
beautiful without artifice, she was the epitome of beauty. Not only Ding Yuehua, but even the usually composed Zhan Zhao was momentarily captivated by the sight of this naturally radiant beauty after her bath. He quickly turned his head away, secretly using his inner strength to calm himself.
"Sister—I'm back!" Suddenly, a childish voice rang out, followed by the opening of the dilapidated wooden door, into which a handsome little boy with delicate features and a powdered face skipped in.
Seeing the tall, elegant Zhan Zhao and the wide-eyed Ding Yuehua, the boy was first taken aback, then surprisingly put on a serious face, questioning like a little adult, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
"Pfft—" Ding Yuehua couldn't help but laugh.
The boy, though still small and with such delicate, rosy cheeks that one couldn't help but want to pinch them, dared to feign a fierce and domineering demeanor to try and "intimidate" her. His chubby cheeks, furrowed brows, and tiny hands and arms, even more delicate than hers, made him look like a porcelain doll—utterly adorable.
"Laugh! What are you laughing at!" The boy blushed, waving his little hands frantically, trying to appear more menacing, which only made Ding Yuehua laugh uncontrollably.
"Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" The boy strode to the bedside, spreading his arms wide to shield Xiu Xiang. "With me protecting my sister, none of you can bully her!" His small face was resolute.
"Qing'er, you've misunderstood. These two aren't bad people; they're my friends." Xiu Xiang gently stroked his head, her eyes filled with tender affection.
"A friend?"
"Yes, your sister was bullied..." Ding Yuehua was about to speak when Zhan Zhao tugged at her from behind, signaling her not to say anything more.
"Qing'er."
"Hmm?"
"What did you learn at the private school today?" Xiuxiang asked with concern.
"The Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, and the teacher also told the story of Huo Qubing." The boy said in his childish voice, his small eyes full of longing, and he puffed out his chest, saying, "Sister, Qing'er will be like the Marquis of Champion in the future."
"Yes, you will, sister believes in you." Xiuxiang smiled rarely, her jade cheeks slightly flushed, and carefully opened the clothes that Pang Yu had "borrowed" from her, took out a book and handed it to the boy.
"Wow, Sun Tzu's Art of War, sister, you bought it for me!" The boy exclaimed excitedly, stroking the book cover with great affection, his small face full of joy.
He was happy, and Xiuxiang was happy too, as if all the fatigue and hard work of the past had been worthwhile, and the smile of satisfaction on her face was as bright as a blooming flower.
"What?! Buying books for your little brother?!" Ding Yuehua was furious upon hearing this, stamping her foot. "Sister Xiuxiang, you work from dawn till dusk chopping firewood and selling charcoal, starving like this, not even willing to eat a steamed bun, just to buy him books?"
"Yuehua!" Zhan Zhao glared at him.
"I don't care, I don't care, I'm going to say it!" Ding Yuehua's temper flared, and even a god couldn't stop her. She angrily shouted at the boy, "You brat, are you pretending to be confused or do you really not understand? You're comfortably attending private school at home, while your sister is working herself to the bone outside to earn money to buy you books. If it weren't for me and Brother Zhan, she would have been..."
"Was she...what?" the boy interrupted.
"She was kidnapped and forced to become a maidservant." Ding Yuehua blurted out, and it was too late for Zhan Zhao to stop her.
"What? Who did it? Who!!!" The boy, enraged, threw down the book and rushed over to ask.
"I don't remember who kidnapped her, but they were going to give it to Marquis Anle, Pang Yu..."
Before Ding Yuehua could finish, the boy angrily grabbed the door bolt and snapped it against his leg.
"Snap—" The bolt, thicker than his thigh, broke in two.
"Pang Yu, you scoundrel!" the boy gritted his teeth, flung open the window, and shouted to the sky.
"If I don't skin you alive and avenge my sister, I, Di Qing, swear I'm not human!!!"
Ding Yuehua was stunned, never expecting that the lively and adorable little Di Qing would change so drastically in the blink of an eye—his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, his fists were twisted so tightly he wouldn't loosen them, and his bloodshot eyes looked like he wanted to devour someone… The anger she had felt towards him for neglecting his sister's hard work in order to focus on his studies vanished completely.
Xiu Xiang and Di Qing depended on each other for survival, and she knew her brother's personality all too well. She knew that once he made up his mind, there was no way to persuade him otherwise. She could only close her eyes and silently pray, sincerely asking Buddha for protection. But for some reason, when she closed her eyes, the image that flashed through her mind was that of the servant in the blue robe and small hat, smiling gently at her.
Zhan Zhao, on the other hand, suddenly brightened up.
He was a master; upon first seeing Di Qing, he immediately recognized the boy's extraordinary talent and aptitude, making him excellent material for martial arts. Seeing the boy's explosive power at such a young age (sighing), further confirmed his judgment. Seeing Di Qing's devotion to his sister and his strong sense of loyalty, he couldn't help but consider taking him as a disciple.
"Little brother," he approached, bending down to speak gently to Di Qing, "Do you want to learn kung fu?"
"Kung fu?"
"Yes, like your big brother, wielding swords and fighting for justice. If you learn well, you can punish bad guys and avenge your sister, and also..."
"No." Di Qing's answer was unexpected.
"Why?"
"No matter how well I learn martial arts, at most I can only deal with a dozen or so people. It's meaningless."
"Then what do you want to learn?" Zhan Zhao was taken aback.
Di Qing straightened his chest and raised his head, his expression instantly becoming incredibly resolute: "I want to learn how to fight, to study military strategy and tactics, so that in the future I can be like Xiang Yu, Wei Qing, and Huo Qubing, conquering battlefields and becoming a match for ten thousand men!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Match for Ten Thousand Men in the Grand Tutor's Mansion

"A match for ten thousand men! You are a match for ten thousand men?"
Pang Yu looked suspicious, his eyes wide, staring at the burly, big-and-mighty...fat man in front of him?
"Yes, that's him." Beside him, Chuixue smiled obsequiously, nodding and bowing as she answered.
"Did I ask you a question!" Pang Yu sneered, his fierce gaze only glancing at him before his hand, which was about to strike, was already trembling with fear, Chuixue's legs going weak as he was about to kneel down.
"Get out!" Pang Yu kicked him hard, and then there were two sounds of "Ouch" and "Thump." Chuixue first stumbled out of the inner hall, then tripped over the threshold again, and fell face-first into the mud.
Even if he kicked him seven or eight times, whipped him ten or more times, and even used chili water and the tiger bench, Pang Yu still wouldn't be satisfied!
Because Chuixue was so shameless and despicable that even Buddha would want to throw a brick at her!
If his master were to be arrested at the Luo Pianxian Pavilion, Master Ximen wouldn't be thinking about rescuing him, nor would he be thinking about minimizing the matter or using connections to get the Marquis out. Instead, he would run back to the manor in a panic and drag the completely clueless head steward, Pang Fu, into a huge commotion!
When Pang Yu returned, everyone in the vast Grand Tutor's manor, from top to bottom, hundreds of people, including the old woman washing pots in the kitchen and the janitor emptying chamber pots, knew that the young master had gone to a brothel to find girls as soon as he left the manor that morning.
When he saw Chuixue pointing and yelling at Pang Fu, and the whole hall in chaos, Pang Yu completely lost his temper, picked up a brick—or rather, a vase—and was about to smash it!
At first, he tried to maintain his composure and walked over step by step. But when he saw Chuixue gesticulating wildly, jumping up and down, spitting everywhere, shouting "The Marquis was caught going to a brothel!"—a cry that could be heard even across two rows of walls and seven rooms of the Pang residence—the word "anger" was insufficient to describe Pang Yu's feelings at that moment. He roared, slammed the vase to the ground, grabbed a chair, and rushed over to swing it at Chuixue!
The result was unexpected, even utterly unexpected. Of course, this didn't mean Chuixue wasn't knocked down or that he swung it back—could the wise and mighty Marquis of Anle make a mistake when hitting someone? Chuixue covered her face and fell to the ground, screaming pitifully. Pang Yuzi, as if he had beaten a dog, calmly clapped his hands and turned to speak, ready to clean up the mess. Suddenly, he noticed that the three stewards and five deacons—a total of eight head servants from the Pang family—standing in the hall were looking at him not with the expected joy (the young master had returned) or fear (the news had spread and the young master was about to get angry), but rather... astonishment!
Incredibly! Including the head steward Pang Fu, who had come to the garden several times to deliver messages for Grand Tutor Pang and whom he saw most often, no one in the entire hall recognized the handsome, dashing "fake" servant in front of them, dressed in blue trousers and a small hat (his servant's clothes had been given to Xiuxiang), as their young master. Instead, they were quite surprised that a servant who looked rather unfamiliar, probably a newcomer, dared to lay such a heavy hand on Chuixue, the young master's personal servant, who was known among the Pang family's servants for being fearless and even daring to bang on the table and challenge the head steward!
"Who are you? When did you enter our Pang residence?" "How dare you! Who gave you permission to enter the main hall in such disheveled attire!" "This is outrageous! This style of clothing is befitting a first-class servant. What right does this newcomer have to wear it!" A barrage of questions, rebukes, and curses followed, a typical case of recognizing clothes but not the person.
Any transmigrator would have been furious at this point.
Damn it, who am I? The protagonist! The all-powerful protagonist! Daring not to recognize me is tantamount to courting death!
But this time, Pang Yu didn't get angry. In fact, he was secretly pleased.
—They don't recognize me? Good! Excellent! From this day forward, I, in my fine clothes, am the Marquis of Anle; in my blue robes and small hat… of course, I'm still the Marquis of Anle. However, in the eyes of these troublemakers who are strictly forbidden from leaving the manor by their black-hearted father, Grand Tutor Pang, I'm just a lowly servant!
A "junior" servant? No, no, no. Pang Yu immediately announced in the name of "Young Master Pang Yu" that, in view of the excellent performance of the newly recruited servant Pang Si, he was exceptionally promoted to a first-class servant of the Pang family. From this day forward, he would be specifically responsible for taking care of the young master's daily life, and would be free to enter and leave the Pang family mansion without any interference from any servants.
Poor Chuixue, who had clearly been beaten, not only had no chance to complain, but now, under the young master's fierce gaze, he had to help him lie. He managed to portray Pang Si, whom he had just fabricated today, as the Marquis's most admired, most valued, and most promising top-notch servant, fooling the three stewards and five deacons into believing him without a shred of doubt.
With his identity issue resolved, Pang Yu only spoke one sentence on his behalf regarding the matter of being "caught visiting a brothel"—more accurately, "almost mistakenly arrested while enjoying a performance at a brothel": "My master told me to tell you that everything in this house, which is the Grand Tutor's mansion, will belong to him sooner or later. Anyone who dares to gossip and talk nonsense and the master hears them when he returns... Hmph, you all understand what 'settling scores later' means, right?"
Having dealt with the eight head servants, Pang Yu went out for another round—well, as a proud servant of the Pang family, he had to do everything himself. In short, through a combination of coercion, inducement, and threats, he ensured that the two hundred or so people inside and outside the Grand Tutor's mansion were completely obedient to him, the new first-class servant, and that their two hundred or so mouths wouldn't reveal even a trace of the embarrassing story he heard from Chuixue. Only then did Pang Yu drag his exhausted body back to his room.
So tired!!!
After a whole day of fussing, it was already dark by the time everything was finished. Having failed to find pleasure and instead exhausted himself, how could Pang Yu be in a good mood? He had already shown considerable restraint by not skinning Chuixue alive. "
Ah, where can you find such a good master? You could search the entire Song Dynasty with a lantern and you'd find only one like me.
" "You're the one who can take on ten thousand men?" he asked again in a deep voice, staring at the fat man with a puzzled expression.
In terms of weight, the fat man might not be as big as Gao Ya Nei, but his head, face, and belly were all round and plump, his eyes narrowed and his lips upturned, making him look like he was smiling. His earlobes were unusually long, making him look like a Maitreya Buddha standing in front of him—so kind! Even if he were shirtless, carrying a spiked club, and stormed into a restaurant or inn demanding protection money, no one would give him any. "What did you say, report to the authorities?" "No, no, no, even if the yamen runners come, they won't arrest him. They'll just think some temple master has gone astray while practicing Buddhism, lost his mind, and wandered off to beg for alms!"
There's no way around it, Fatty just has the face of a nice guy, you can't associate him with the word "bad guy" at all!
A "one-man army"? If someone like that is called a "one-man army," then Chuixue could call herself the King of Hell.
"Yes, it's me." Fatty nodded, his Shandong accent so honest it was infuriating.
"How many people can you beat, ten thousand... a thousand... no, a hundred?" Even Pang Yu himself felt this question was redundant. An hour ago, he returned to the courtyard in a rather depressed mood. He wanted to find a man to vent his anger on, but beating Chuixue would get his hands dirty. He wanted to find a woman to vent his frustration on, but the alluring and seductive Xiangrong was too much for him to snatch right now. The best option, though, was to use Gao Ya's power to kidnap the little loli Ding Yuehua who had offended him and bring her back to the manor for some "discipline"... uh, punishment. That seemed more feasible in the short term.
Kidnapping her was a bit unethical, and if he failed and Zhan Zhao found out, it would cause some trouble—what else could he do? A mere Jianghu person couldn't possibly eat him alive!
What? You mean martial arts? Martial arts are bullshit. No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't beat a crowd. One brick and you're down.
In short, kidnapping Ding Yuehua can't just rely on people from Gaoya. Who knows if the so-called "masters" he found will be just another charlatan like Leopard Head in the TV series "Hail the Judge"? He needs to send some capable men from his own side to ensure the plan goes smoothly under his brilliant leadership.
So he sent Chuixue to pick some smart and capable guards from the newly recruited guards and retainers. The latter, as always, boasted and guaranteed to do it well. But after searching and dawdling for almost an hour, he brought back this "enemy of ten thousand men." One look at Pang Yu and he was certain: "That damned son of a bitch, he's been slacking off again! He just grabbed the loudest one from the list and that's it!"

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