[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 1

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Book Introduction:
He is, after Lin Wanrong, the most shameless, despicable, and lewd servant in history.
Despite being the son of the Grand Tutor, the emperor's brother-in-law, a marquis, and holding the top position in the Crown Prince's faction, he prefers to wear a simple blue robe and hat, mingling in the streets, engaging in the shameless act of pretending to be weak while seducing respectable young ladies.
What are etiquette, morality, or ethical norms? They are all bullshit in his eyes!
Conquering beautiful women is his greatest hobby and the only pleasure in life.
He is more ruthless than Ye Wudao in trampling people.
He has more wives than Lin Wanrong.
This is his lifelong pursuit, his purpose in living.
Our motto: Carry out our despicable, shameless, despicable, filthy, insidious, and cunning ways to the very end!!!

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Chapter One: The Unluckiest Transmigrated Man in History

Morning, a new day.
The days are still bright and sunny, but someone's mood is incredibly gloomy.
Standing in the vast courtyard, looking at the scattered houses, the exquisite winding corridors, and the vibrant, blooming flowers, and then comparing it to his own standard servant's attire: a blue robe, a small hat, and black boots… Chuixue gritted his teeth, turned around, and stepped into the house behind him.
The moment the door opened, he instinctively raised his hand to shield his face, perhaps because he was preoccupied and his movement was a beat slow, or perhaps because he was still blinded by the light.
Crimson curtains were like brocade, silver screens like canopies, and the floor was covered with colorful brocade. The antique porcelain, hanging carvings, and the exquisitely carved rosewood furniture were all decorated with gold patterns and glazed paint, reflecting a golden glow everywhere. The golden pillar with a dragon in the center reached straight to the roof, and the beams were made of sandalwood of the finest quality. The gossamer-like gauze was wrapped around the walls like a rainbow or a cluster of blooming flowers. Even the chalk on the walls was mixed with sandalwood mud, and the fragrance could last for more than ten years.
After a while, Chuixue finally made her way inside, passing through two courtyards before reaching the bedroom.
"So, can I leave the manor today?" A young man, clearly a spoiled brat by his clothes, lay half-reclined on the bed, large enough to comfortably seat three or five people, his legs crossed, asking him leisurely.
Chuixue's face stiffened, and she shrank back slightly, a chill running down her spine.
"My lord, this…"
"Spit it out, don't stammer."
"Yes, yes, yes." Chuixue nodded hastily, sweat pouring down her forehead. "The head steward said the master has ordered that you, my lord, are not allowed to leave the manor, so… so…"
"So I have to wait two more days, is that it?"
"Yes."
"Wait for your mother's eighteen generations of ancestors!" The young man leaped up, grabbing a chair from beside the bed and throwing it at her.
"Ouch—my lord, please, please!" Chuixue dodged hastily, avoiding the chair, then the low table, then the teapot, and finally everything in sight was thrown.
“No, no! My lord, that’s a Duan inkstone worth two thousand strings of cash… This is a five-colored jade cup vase given by the Prince of Yong’an… Good heavens, you even smashed the ivory pen holder bestowed by the Emperor…” Chuixue cried out in distress while dodging left and right. Finally, after the things were all thrown away, the boy leaned against the bed, panting heavily. It seemed he had vented his anger enough before he bowed low and cautiously approached with a fawning face.
“My lord, I… I tried my best, really.” He pulled a long face, trying his best to cover up his innocence, “But that head steward… he just wouldn’t budge, and I couldn’t do anything…”
“Alright, I know you’re loyal—come here.” The boy beckoned to him.
"That's right, it's the Marquis's order. Of course, I'll do my duty without hesitation, even if it means going through fire and water."
"Hmm, good, very good."
"Oh, you flatter me, Marquis. Actually, since I entered the manor, I've been loyal and devoted. I do everything for my master, even if it means taking a loss myself, just so you can be happy..." Chuixue shamelessly boasted, perfectly illustrating what it means to "give him a little sunshine and he'll shine."
"Listen."
"Hmm?"
"Get as far away from me as your thoughts can take you!" Before he could finish his "humility," the young man kicked Chuixue squarely in the buttocks. A scream of "Ouch, my goodness!" rang out, and a figure stumbled out of the inner hall, tripped on the threshold, and fell face-first into the mud.
Lying on the soft, comfortable bed, he sighed and complained. If one had to use a word to describe the young man's mood at this moment, it would be three words—utterly unlucky!
He'd been in this world for over half a month, and bad luck seemed to have possessed him, never leaving his side. Or, to be more precise, if you condensed his twenty-two years of life, it would boil down to these three words:
utterly unlucky!
The boy didn't want to recall how miserable his past life was; he only knew that after transmigrating, he opened his eyes to find himself in a coffin.
—Not the kind of coffin placed in a funeral hall for the seventh day after death, waiting for others
to pay their respects; it was a coffin already taken to the edge of the cemetery, the pit dug, thrown in, and buried—that was considered a proper burial! If it weren't for his father's unwavering belief that his son was tough and wouldn't die so easily, and his frail, over-sixty-year-old body stubbornly jumping into the pit to pry him out, he would have been buried alive as a resurrected ghost after less than a minute in this new world.
Based on this alone, he was undoubtedly the unluckiest transmigrator in history, without a doubt!
After more than half a month of the same old tricks—severe injury, amnesia, and mental breakdown—he finally understood his current situation fairly well. He'd
used the old trick of being reborn into an ancient body, possessing…
At first glance, you'd think he was incredibly lucky. Compared to those who transmigrate and end up as poor scholars or bandits, this guy arrived with a rich, powerful, and influential father, plus a favored concubine who was the emperor's favorite, outshining all the other beauties in the palace.
Wow, isn't that great? A near-death experience surely brings good fortune; he'd survived and even become the emperor's brother-in-law.
The problem is, you have to see who his father is.
—His father's surname is Pang, and he holds the official position of Grand Tutor.
Grand Tutor Pang!? The super-super-super-super-super-super villain Grand Tutor Pang!?
That's right.
He was Pang Yu, the only son of Grand Tutor Pang, the Marquis

of Anle in the TV series "Justice Bao," who was executed by Bao Zheng for abducting women, oppressing the people, and committing countless evil deeds. Chapter Two: The Extremely Awesome

Son of the Grand Tutor, Marquis of Anle, and Imperial Brother-in-Law.
Sounds pretty good, right? Very impressive,
isn't it? Yes, it is impressive, very impressive, but if you're locked in a courtyard for almost half a month, not allowed to go anywhere, with only three or five men around to take care of your clothes, washing, eating, drinking, and toileting needs, not even a girl… no, a woman… no, a female, not even a magnetic animal… like a female dog, you can't even see a single female dog. All around you are men, what's the point of being an emperor?
Pang Yu's past life was tragic, really. He was a 22-year-old virgin who had never touched a woman in his life. He finally managed to win over a woman before graduating from college by coaxing and deceiving her...
During their first kiss, he was so excited that before their lips even touched, he kicked his foot and suffered a heart attack—and died.
When he survived, when he learned that he possessed a triple status in the Song Dynasty—a status unmatched by any other playboy besides the Crown Prince—and that his brother-in-law, Emperor Renzong, had yet to have a son, Pang Yu, undoubtedly the leading figure of the Crown Prince's faction, immediately thought of: women.
His thoughts were a bit shameless, but his motives were pure.
In ancient times, wealthy families had a custom before their sons' marriages: to prevent the young masters from going astray at a young age, getting involved in philandering, causing trouble, or contracting venereal diseases, they would place maids in their rooms early on. The guise was to take care of the young master's daily life, but in reality… well, to put it more politely, it was taking care of him until they ended up in bed. That's how the term "bedroom maid" came about.
As a brilliant 21st-century transmigrator, our Marquis Pang had no intention of... for the time being, of abducting women and harming innocent families. He simply wanted to discuss the true meaning of life with his maids and servants, like Bao Yu and Xi Ren, experiencing... well, experiencing... what was that first time... love.
Isn't that pure?
Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Pang Yu recuperated for almost half a month and didn't see a single woman, let alone any maids—no, strictly speaking, he did see two concubines, the two women Grand Tutor Pang married after his first wife, Pang Yu's mother, died.
Besides that, everyone serving him—from serving tea and water to making beds, washing floors, and cleaning rooms—was men!
Why was this? Could it be that the Marquis Pang he "replaced" was homosexual?
If he was homosexual, his mother would be fine!
Pang Yu could easily fabricate a reason that his sexual orientation had changed and he now preferred women, getting rid of all the male servants, male retainers, and male attendants, replacing them all with pretty, delicate maids.
But the truth is, the reason someone was able to occupy this body was entirely due to his original master—the outstanding playboy of the Song Dynasty, a core member of the Song Dynasty's Crown Prince Party tested by alcohol, a great theorist and practitioner of patronage, an outstanding leader and pioneer in promoting the development of brothels, and the Marquis of Anle, Pang Yu, a young master who frequented brothels for years, died from exhaustion after engaging in excessive debauchery with eleven Hu women for three days and three nights straight… a glorious death amidst a sea of women.
Then came the incident of Pang Yu's resurrection on the day of his burial. Although after returning home, Grand Tutor Pang summoned seven or eight doctors to examine his son, almost bringing the entire Imperial Medical Academy, the diagnosis was that his internal organs were healthy, his blood and qi were flowing smoothly, and all his ailments, big and small, were completely cured. However, the ruthless and cunning Grand Tutor Pang, to prevent his son from repeating the same mistakes and losing his life to a woman, thus ending the Pang family line, resolutely decided to take drastic measures. He would stop at nothing to correct Pang Yu's lecherous and promiscuous habits!
As a result, the dozens of maids and concubines who used to serve Pang Yu were either sent away or transferred elsewhere. The girls he kept in several private residences were also dismissed. Except for his two concubines, no woman in his household was allowed to set foot in his courtyard again; violators would be punished according to family rules!
Ugh!
Every time he thought about this, he was furious.
Why should I, a 22-year-old pure and innocent young man who had never been with a woman, have to pay the price for Pang Yu's three days and three nights of pleasure and misdeeds?
No, now I am Pang Yu, the powerful, wealthy, and influential Marquis of Anle at only sixteen!
"The unfinished business of that former young master of the Pang family will be completed by myself.
All the young ladies of Bianliang City, wait for me, Marquis Anle, to wreak havoc on you!
" "Guards!"
Pang Yu waved his hand.
"What are your orders, Marquis—" Chui Xue swiftly flashed in, her blue-green pageboy jacket neatly arranged. If it weren't for her hands still covering Pang Yu, one might have suspected she'd kicked the wrong person.
Hmm, as a servant, she's quite well-mannered in serving her master.
It's just that she's a bit shameless and lewd.
"Help me dress."
"Yes." Chuixue quickly agreed, turned and walked to the window, her previously bowed back straightening instantly. She flung open the window with a clatter and shouted outside, "Did you hear me? The Marquis wants to get dressed, bring him in!"
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"Oh my god, is that really me?" Looking at his reflection in the specially made bronze mirror, whose clarity was comparable to glass, Pang Yu couldn't help but exclaim.
At just over twenty years old, with outstanding looks and bearing, he was a charming and heroic young man from any angle, elegant and composed, with a strong and upright physique… If he had to describe him in words, there would only be one:
Handsome!
Wait a minute, as the number one member of the Crown Prince's faction during Emperor Renzong's reign, and one of the three most notorious纨绔 (playboys) of the Song Dynasty (Pan Bao, Pang Yu, and Gao Yanei), shouldn't he be fat, bloated, and panting even when walking?
Elegant and refined? Nonsense.
Yes, the former Pang Yu was like a pig—no, to be precise, a pig somewhat resembled him, which almost made this person faint when he looked in the mirror after transmigrating. During his recovery, he spent a lot of time beating his chest, stamping his feet, and cursing the heavens.
Fortunately, it turned out that Pang Yu's "development" into a pig-like figure was entirely due to the excessive consumption of delicacies and fine food. After three days of unrestrained indulgence and severe diarrhea, his body was severely weakened. Then, the shock of being surrounded by graves and coffins further weakened his spirit. Adding to this, he was constantly preoccupied with the maids and servants who were supposed to serve him and fulfill all his reasonable and unreasonable demands. For over twenty days, Pang Yu had no appetite. Although he was forced to drink ginseng soup and take tonics every day, these couldn't replace food, and being confined to the mansion was incredibly boring. Since he couldn't go anywhere, he could only pass the time by exercising.
So, despite the fact that Pang Yu and Liu Qian were completely unrelated, a miracle still occurred: in just over half a month, he easily went from a fat pig to a normal weight. If it weren't for Grand Tutor Pang's concern for his son, who would check on him two or three times a day, he probably would never have believed that the handsome man before him was his son.
"Oh dear, how can I put it? The word 'handsome' alone can't describe it. If I really had to describe it, then I would just have to say..." Looking at his bright and shiny clothes, and then at his handsome figure in the mirror, Pang Yu suddenly became inspired and recited with a look of intoxication, "A face like jade, a body fragrant, capable of stirring the heart of a young woman in her boudoir, a chance encounter ignites passion, how can a delicate jade zither be hidden?" -- Chuixue, how is my seven-character quatrain, my lord?"
Chuixue was stunned for a long time by her illiterate master's sudden "masterpiece." When she realized that the lord was asking her, she quickly bowed and leaned over: "Ah... Your lord, this poem... um... this..." She was speechless for a long time and didn't know how to flatter him. In her haste, she raised her thumb and said obsequiously, "Excellent, truly excellent, Your lord, you are truly excellent." Her expression was extremely flattering.
Pang Yu stared at him, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu about the scene. Suddenly, he remembered how Commander Gao of the puppet army in the movie *Tunnel Warfare* flattered Japanese officers in the same way.
Yes, it was similar; Fubuki's fawning face was strikingly similar to Commander Gao's.
Ugh, then I'd become a **squad leader... oh no, I mean, Kameda.
"Young Master, please, please don't look at me like that, your eyes... I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared!"
Eyes—
the mere mention of those two words made Pang Yu wilt like a frostbitten eggplant.
After successfully losing weight, his appearance had become perfect—handsome, dignified, and imposing. Only his eyes, those eyes that revealed their true form after the wrinkles on his face disappeared…
made Pang Yu want to bang his head against the ground!
Overall, these were triangular eyes with upturned corners, small pupils, and a large white portion. Because of the large pupils, the bluish whites reflected a piercing light, while the small, light-colored pupils darted around with a sharp, murderous glint. Even if the owner of these eyes, Pang Yu, had no ill intentions, the moment his eyes met anyone's, there was a 99.99999% chance that the person would flee in terror. During
the two weeks Pang Yu had been recuperating, everyone inside and outside the Grand Tutor's mansion... except for his ruthless and cunning father, the Grand Tutor Pang, who was a notorious villain who had committed countless evils, had been terrified by his fierce gaze. Even some of the younger servants and servants were so frightened by the young master's single glance that they wet themselves.
It was only thanks to Grand Tutor Pang's strict orders forbidding the women and maids in the manor from appearing before him that things changed—the lecherous Marquis Anle's quarters were filled with the constant, mournful cries of young girls. Those who knew praised the Marquis's sharp eyes, while those who didn't thought he was indulging in debauchery in broad daylight, once again cultivating his own pretty maid's private domain.
In short, Pang Yu's eyes, to use a popular phrase these days, were:
very lewd and violent!
Why so lewd?
Of course, how could a twenty-two-year-old virgin with no experience with women have pure eyes?
"My lord, let's go for a stroll in the garden, tease the sparrows, and feed the parrots."
"Playing with birds? No fun." Pang Yu, drawing on his experience of using his left hand from age eleven to twenty-two, immediately rejected the idea.
"Go to the backyard for cockfighting?"
"No thanks, I'd rather call a rooster or myself."
"Then..."
"Go outside the manor, accompany me for a stroll in the streets, and we'll find a few girls to discuss important matters of life with."
"Ah, Your Highness, this...this...this won't do! The Grand Tutor instructed you to stay in the manor until you recover and not go anywhere. I just asked the head steward..."
"You mean I'm sick?"
"No, no, no, Your Highness is not sick, Your Highness is perfectly healthy."
"Then that's settled. Come on, let's go out and find some girls." Pang Yu waved his hand and strode out the door.
"My lord, no, please come back—" Chuixue hurriedly chased after him, pleading repeatedly, "Even if I let you go, the head steward and the gatekeepers Pang Fei and Pang Yidao..."
"I'm asking you." Pang Yu suddenly stopped, turned to look at him, and smiled smugly,
"Was Father ordered to go to Yingchang on official business, and has been away from the capital for a full half month?"
"Ah, yes." Chuixue lowered his head, not daring to meet his fierce and sharp gaze.
"Second Mistress, Third Mistress, did you go to the Guanyin Temple in the west of the city early this morning to pray for my well-being?"
"No, that's right."
"Who's the most powerful person in the manor now?"
"Naturally, it's you, Lord Marquis... Ah, Lord Marquis, let's go now. I'll clear the way for you. Anyone who dares to stop Chuixue, I'll deal with them on the spot. I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!"

Chapter 3: The Fierce-Eyed Servant

"Chuixue."
"Ah."
"When I used to go out, was it like this, no matter where I went, everyone would immediately run away without leaving a single one?" Looking at the street, which was bustling with people and carriages one minute ago, but now was completely deserted except for vegetable leaves, fruit, eggs... Pang Yu's face was extremely ugly.
"That's right, whenever the Marquis went out, he was always surrounded by a dozen or so people... Ah! And he always had Dafei on a leash—that vicious dog in the manor that could fight jackals. He was so imposing! Wherever the Marquis went, as long as he... no, as long as his voice was heard, a path would immediately clear for him. Tsk tsk tsk, so cool and arrogant!"
He'd picked up the words "cool" and "arrogant" from Pang Yu these past few days. His master said they were compliments, roughly equivalent to "good" or "great," but more fashionable and trendy—of course, Chuixue didn't understand what "fashionable" and "trendy" meant; he only knew that the Marquis liked this kind of flattery.
Whether he liked it or not depended on the occasion. Pang Yu was incredibly bored in the Grand Tutor's manor and came out to see people and vent his frustrations—especially the pretty girls on the street. If he liked one, he'd snatch her away while his father and aunt weren't around and force himself on her.
The bigger issues could wait!
Reality is always crueler than ideals. Pang Yu had barely stepped out of the manor gate when, whether it was his conspicuous clothes that made him recognized as the audacious and reckless Marquis Anle, or his terrifyingly fierce gaze, he scared the men and women on the street into a frenzy, disappearing in an instant.
Damn it!
Pang Yu couldn't find any words to describe his depressed mood.
"Chui Xue," he called out in a deep voice.
"Yes, what are your orders, Marquis?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Huh?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Huh!?"
"Just take them off when I tell you to! Stop with the nonsense!" Pang Yu was getting angry.
"Marquis—" For no apparent reason, Chui Xue let out a scream, her knees buckling as she knelt on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably, her lips quivering, looking somewhat like…
a pig about to be slaughtered!
Pang Yu was puzzled, wondering what had frightened him. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, Chuixue suddenly tumbled over and clung to his leg, pleading tearfully, "My lord, I'm still a virgin, still a virgin! This is my first time, I absolutely can't... Waaah~ My family has been the only son for nine generations, the manor still depends on me to carry on the family line... My lord, you clearly didn't like men before!" "
..."
Damn it, I thought I was already shameless and lewd, but I didn't expect this guy's thoughts to be even more filthy than mine!
Did I do something terrible in my past life to end up with such a lewd servant?
Pang Yu was a little annoyed, and suddenly took off his outer robe, grinning savagely as he walked towards Chuixue.
"Come on, take it off obediently, the lord will be very gentle with you."
"No, no—" A shrill scream echoed through the street.
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Bianliang City West, Anyi Ward.
Commonly known as: Brothel Street.
True to its name, as the gathering place for over two-thirds of the brothels and pleasure quarters in the Song Dynasty capital, this was arguably the most bustling place in Bianliang (Kaifeng) besides the East and West Markets.
Pedestrians thronged, carriages flowed like a river, and everywhere you looked, there were patrons seeking pleasure in the brothels.
From ancient times to the present, "whoring" has been the greatest pleasure of men. Regardless of your status or rank, as long as you can afford the money, you're the boss—well, at least for that night, you're the boss of the girl you sleep with.
Whoring is absolutely fair.
If you're poor, you can go to a brothel and find a prostitute for five qian of silver a night; she might be ugly, but at least you got to sleep with her.
If you're rich, you can spend tens of thousands of taels of silver to patronize the most famous courtesan in the land, but even throwing away a lot of money doesn't guarantee you'll even touch her hand.
So all men love prostitutes, provided that your thing is functioning normally and there are no problems—the moment you finally ejaculate after working all night with the curtains drawn and the lights off, even if you're just a blacksmith or a butcher, you feel exactly the same as those born with a silver spoon in their mouths, the scions of noble families, and high-ranking officials!
The Pianxian Pavilion, one of the three great brothels of the capital, boasts towering pavilions, painted beams and carved pillars, and brightly lit red lanterns hanging from the eaves. Its roof resembles a pagoda, magnificent and opulent. From afar, one can hear the laughter of men and the alluring, melodious singing of women emanating from within .
"Pianxian Pavilion—'Like Chang'e dancing gracefully,' hmm, what a name, what a name!"
"Oh my, Your Excellency, so learned, your words flow so eloquently, truly brilliant!"
Amidst the nauseatingly sycophantic flattery, a master and his servant swaggered towards the Pianxian Pavilion.
Passersby glanced at them, not because of the lewd expression of any one of them, but because the entire scene seemed utterly incongruous.
The one reciting poetry, swaying his head, was a servant dressed in a blue robe and small hat… but the sharp, unseen gaze beneath the brim, far surpassing that of ordinary people, was terrifyingly unapproachable.
If a servant was like this, his master must be incredibly arrogant, right?
Wrong!
He had the mediocre looks of a servant (not calling him ugly is already being lenient), the short, thin build of a servant, the obsequious demeanor of a servant, and an outrageously lewd expression—it was impossible to reconcile this with a well-dressed, elegantly dressed young master from a prestigious family.
Therefore, the young master wasn't a young master; he was Chuixue, originally a servant. And the servant wasn't a servant either; he was the Marquis of Anle, whose fierce eyes were more terrifying than those of a notorious bandit.
The idea came from Pang Yu. His eyes were so terrifying, especially in his splendid nobleman's robes; it was as if he had a "ghost" label stuck to his forehead, causing everyone to flee in terror.
To avoid another disturbance, and to have a chance to see the girls of Bianliang, Pang Yu swapped clothes with Chuixue and pretended to be an ordinary servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion. He let others see him as the lowest, most useless servant, allowing contempt and disdain to completely replace his fear. Only then could he secretly observe, half-covering his eyes with the brim of his hat, and experience the unique charm of young women in this era.
The plan was successful; no one was scared away anymore.
But the result was a failure. Along the way, besides countless middle-aged women over thirty selling vegetables and haggling, he didn't see a single young woman.
At first, Pang Yu was furious, thinking that all the young and beautiful women in the Song Dynasty must have died out. Otherwise, how come he had walked eight streets from east to west without finding a trace of them? Then he thought: That's right, this isn't his era. Society is more open, men and women are equal, and eleven or twelve-year-old girls dare to roam the streets... In ancient times, women were valued for their modesty and restraint. The saying "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, she stays in her boudoir waiting for her lord's favor" means just that. If he really wanted to see them all at once, he could only wait for special festivals like Qixi Festival or Lantern Festival, or simply go to
a brothel
. "Oh my, isn't this Master Ximen? What brings you here?" Before he could even admire the group of beautifully dressed women greeting customers at the entrance, a madam with enough powder to weigh two pounds rushed forward to greet him in a coquettish voice.
Outside, people came and went. Some patrons arrived in sedan chairs, others rode tall horses, and there were also wealthy merchants and well-dressed gentlemen swaggering about. But the madam, calling him "Master Ximen!" with fiery enthusiasm, didn't elicit a single response from anyone.
Pang Yu was puzzled, thinking, "While I am undeniably handsome, surely my charm shouldn't be this great in this servant's attire?" The madam, seemingly aroused at the sight of him, began spouting incoherent nonsense.
"Hahaha, of course I missed Madam Xu and came to see you." Finally, someone spoke, a lewd voice that sounded quite familiar.
Oh dear, it was Chuixue!
The madam swayed her body a few times, giving him a flirtatious wink: "Oh, what are you saying, sir? I'm old and faded, how could I deserve your attention? Come, come, please come in—girls, why aren't you welcoming our guest?"
Immediately, four or five prostitutes, their fragrance wafting through the air, threw themselves into Chuixue's arms.
Chuixue chuckled lewdly, opening her arms to embrace two of them, when suddenly her neck tightened as Pang Yu grabbed her clothes and dragged her to the roadside.
"Hey, you're quite familiar with this old woman?"
"Of course, Lord Marquis, you used to come here every day or two, and I took care of everything."
"She calls you Master Ximen?"
"Hehehe, running errands for you, Lord Marquis, and getting a little recognition along the way. Even a disciple of the Prime Minister is only a seventh-rank official, let alone someone serving you, Lord Marquis..."
"I'm asking why she calls you 'Ximen'."
"Lord Marquis, don't you remember? Although I sold myself to the Pang family, I've never changed my surname—to be honest, my father is waiting for me to marry and return to carry on the Ximen family line."
"Oh, your surname is Ximen, that's a good match for the name Chuixue."
"You flatter me, Lord Marquis."
"Alright, go in."
"Yes."
"Wait a minute!" Pang Yu suddenly stopped, turned around, and glared at him with eyes blazing with fury. "Your surname is Ximen, and your name is Chuixue, Ximen Chuixue!?"

Chapter Four: A Generation of "Shameless" Saints,

"Lord Marquis."
"Hmm?"
"Who are those 'Uncle Gu Long' and 'Brother Xiao Feng' you've been muttering about?" Chuixue asked in a low voice.
Pang Yu glared at him but didn't speak.
"My lord, who exactly are 'Uncle Gu Long' and 'Brother Xiao Feng'? Stop being so mysterious." Damn it
, this guy really thinks he's Ximen Chuixue, and treats me, his servant, like a lackey!
Marquis Anle was furious, and the consequences would be severe. If he weren't afraid of revealing his identity and scaring the entire Pianxian Pavilion into a ruckus, he would have grabbed Chuixue by the collar and given him a good beating.
Oh well, a gentleman doesn't hold grudges. Being a good servant is the priority right now.
Pang Yu restrained himself. He
'd make a mental note of it and settle things later.
—Luckily, Uncle Gu Long and Brother Xiao Feng didn't come with him on his journey, otherwise, seeing this shameless scoundrel also called Ximen Chuixue would have been a death knell.
A sudden chill ran down Chuixue's spine, a cold that seemed to seep into her bones, and even her banter with the girls became halting.
Xu Mama noticed the change in the two and was slightly taken aback.
She'd been in this business for decades; what hadn't she seen? Ximen Da Guanren, dressed impeccably, had come to Pianxian Pavilion seeking pleasure, seemingly in high spirits, flush with cash and with plenty of free time. How could he be so impotent before the girls even called? The man beside him, judging by his clothes, was clearly a servant, who should be respectful and obedient to his master—just like Ximen Da Guanren when he accompanied his master, Marquis Anle, to his pleasures, wiping tables and chairs, serving tea and water, attending to the girls, running errands, busy as a bee, all for the sake of his master's enjoyment.
But why? This servant seemed completely indifferent to Ximen Da Guanren. He hadn't followed obediently when he entered, and when asked questions, he was too lazy to answer, acting as if he were the most important person in the world.
"Who is this guy? Even as a servant, he can be so arrogant."
Madam Xu was very curious, but dared not ask.
Who was this person in front of her? The personal servant of the Marquis of Anle, the infamous Ximen Da Guanren in the servant world. Although he had no official rank or title and his status was very low, as the saying goes, even a prime minister's son is a seventh-rank official, and the Grand Tutor is even more powerful than the prime minister. The Marquis of Anle was a powerful figure throughout the capital, and no one dared to offend him. If she displeased Ximen Da Guanren and he said a few harsh words to his master—Pianxian Pavilion had powerful backers and wouldn't be demolished or smashed to pieces, she would definitely not be able to stay in the capital, and it was even hard to say whether she could keep her life.
Therefore, whether it was her, the madam of any brothel, or the usually fierce officials in the government, they all treated Master Ximen with respect, flattery, and obsequiousness, fearing any mistake that might bring trouble upon themselves.
Yes, that's right, any servant under the Marquis of Anle could walk sideways in the capital!
— This is why the unscrupulous servant Chuixue became Master Ximen the moment he entered the Pianxian Pavilion.
The inner hall of the Pianxian Pavilion was formed by four corner towers in the east, west, south, and north, with a high platform in the center for the girls to perform songs and dances. The four corner towers were interconnected, making it a grand and magnificent complex. Each floor had a varying number of seats, with fewer seats on higher floors but increasingly luxurious furnishings and decorations, clearly prepared specifically for high-ranking officials and nobles.
The four girls leading Pang Yu and his companions were all beautiful young women of sixteen or seventeen, each with fair skin, elegant hair, and delicate makeup, captivating and charming. As they walked, they frequently turned back with alluring smiles, doing their utmost to seduce.
Pang Yu was confident in his tall, handsome figure; he was more than qualified to be a "Mr. Bianliang." Although his clothes were rather shabby, his attractiveness to women was undiminished. As long as he concealed his sharp (or rather, fierce and cruel) gaze, these girls who came out to sell their smiles would surely consider it an honor to be associated with him.
Chuixue, on the other hand, was short and thin, with lewd eyes… utterly repulsive. Especially when he wore the clothes that originally belonged to him, he looked like a monkey wearing a tall hat—a complete mismatch, ugly, weak, and short. It was a miracle he hadn't been kicked out; why were girls even trying to seduce him!
They say prostitutes love gold and beauty; which of these did he possess?
"My lord, is it the same as usual today, with all the food, drink, and expenses paid for by Marquis Anle?"
It wasn't until they entered the hall that Madam Xu, her lips stained red, turned and asked in a seductive, "infinitely charming" voice. Only then did Pang Yu realize what was going on.
"Damn it! So she's going out to have fun and then expects me to foot the bill!
" Wearing his master's fine clothes, Chuixue really acted like a lord, patting Madam Xu's ample bosom with his large hand and saying with unbridled generosity, "Of course! Bring out the best wine and food, and call seven or eight beautiful girls. Our Marquis has plenty of money. Brothers, have fun! I'll cover the rest..." He suddenly stopped, perhaps remembering that the people he was out "enjoying" with today weren't his cronies from the servants' world, but his Marquis master.
"This...hehe...ha...that, that Marquis..."
Pang Yu glanced at him, making no real move, yet Chuixue felt a chill run down his spine, as if a sharp knife was pressed against his back, ready to strike at any moment.
Good heavens! Martial arts masters rely on sword energy to injure, requiring decades of training. Our Marquis, so young, can kill with just a glance! The difference is stark, utterly stark!
Chuixue wanted to fawn over him, to make up for the mistake of spending the Marquis's money on food and entertainment, but he knew even more clearly that revealing his master's identity in front of everyone would only lead to a worse fate.
"Um...Brother Marquis, are you satisfied with this arrangement?" He was quick-witted and changed his tune.
Pang Yu snorted, and before he could speak, Chuixue started shouting again.
"Mama Xu, hurry up and call Wenrou, Qing'er, Chuchu, and Huaiyu out to keep my... friend company. Remember to serve him well."
He casually called out the four top courtesans of Pianxian Pavilion. Even if Mama Xu was just a low-class streetwalker, she couldn't possibly order just one of these renowned beauties from across the capital to come out. Even if the head manager of Pianxian Pavilion, Mama Yasha, were present, she would never allow all four "daughters" to come out and entertain a customer at the same time.
In the end, Chuixue was just a servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion. The girls' fawning and flattery were only out of fear of the powerful master behind him—the Marquis of Anle, whose lecherous eyes, lurking behind his hat brim, constantly peeked at the pretty girls.
No one knew the Marquis of Anle was there, so Chuixue's shouting was futile.
The reason is simple: if a mere servant can casually order four beautiful women to accompany him, what noble family scions or princes would patronize this place in the future?
It would be beneath them, understand?
A servant is still a servant, no matter how powerful his master is. To share the same women with a lowly servant?
Have they no shame?!
"My lord, you know, I..."
Xu Mama was indeed in a dilemma, her previously fawning face suddenly contorted into a bitter expression.
Chuixue straightened her face, rolling her eyes: "The Marquis's exact words: 'Young Master Hou is my sworn brother, we are one body. You must treat him well, accompany him to the brothel and make sure he has a great time. If he's unhappy, I'm unhappy; if he's not pleased, I'm not pleased—Xu Mama, you decide what to do.'"
Well, I understand what shamelessness truly means.
Having witnessed firsthand the "dog relying on its master's power" act of his servant, Pang Yu was deeply moved.
Tsk tsk tsk, it really is Ximen Chuixue! He truly has the demeanor of a Sword Saint—oh no, a Scoundrel Saint!
"Madam, hurry up and call Wenrou, Qing'er, Chuchu, and Huaiyu out to drink with our young master—"
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted, not by the Scoundrel Saint's impatient urging, but by something coming directly from...
behind him! ?

Chapter 5 Brothel Showdown

"Didn't you hear me! Hurry up and call Wenrou, Qing'er, Chuchu, and Huaiyu out to drink with this young master—"
It was clearly a sweet and delicate child's voice, yet it was full of arrogance, sounding even more domineering than Ximen Chuixue!
Pang Yu suddenly felt curious, wanting to see which servant was so arrogant, but as soon as he turned around, he was hit hard in the stomach.
"Who bumped into me?"
Pang Yu shouted, but there was nothing in front of him.
Strange, clearly…
His eyes darted around, but all he saw were other onlookers and girls—their eyes widening in unison.
Seriously? They're all shocked by my handsome, imposing physique?
“Hey, hey, are you kidding? People like this… are coming to play too.”
“Yaksha Mama, you guys have no principles in business! How can you let just anyone in?”
“Go, go, get out!” Are they talking about me? Wait a minute.
Pang Yu was completely bewildered. He was wearing a dress completely covered in snowflakes from head to toe. While it might not be luxurious or expensive, it was at least made of fine fabric and carefully tailored—how could the clothes of a first-class servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, the personal attendant of the Marquis of Anle, be anything less than exquisite? Besides, when he came here for pleasure and to find girls before, Snowflakes always dressed like this. Today, coming “alone”, she even flattered him like a high-ranking official. The object of their complaints and jeers certainly wasn't him.
If they're not talking about me, then who are they talking about?
Pang Yu looked around frantically, trying to figure out what was going on. Just then—
"Hey, you bumped into me, get out of the way."
He heard a cold voice coming from somewhere.
It was a voice of extreme restraint, suppression, as if something was about to explode.
And he could only hear the voice, not see its owner.
"Huh…?"
The atmosphere became a little strange…or rather, dim?
Pang Yu slowly turned his head to the right—no one. He looked to the left—no one there either. He took a deep breath and looked up at the rather eerie sky—still no one there!
Could this be a ghost?
Pang Yu whirled around, but still no one!
" Oh my god—
which fairy sister got tired of being in heaven and came down to earth to tease this handsome man?
"
The icy tone pulled Pang Yu back to reality.
This time, he didn't miss anything.
Below him, very below, much lower than his chest,
a pair of clear, bright eyes stared fiercely at him.
Slender willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a face like a lotus blossom, and lips painted with crimson. If it weren't for the provocative glare in his eyes, gleaming like blades… he truly was a "peerless" young master.
The reason for using "peerless" was because he truly deserved it.
His cheeks were as transparent as ice sculptures, and his thin lips resembled the budding roses of early summer. Her nose was delicate and straight, like smooth jade; her teeth were fine and smooth, even more beautiful than lychee petals and pearls; her long, flowing black hair, like clouds and waterfalls, was held up by a single sandalwood hairpin, making her delicate, flawless skin appear as white as condensed milk!
Pang Yu had transmigrated to a later era, missing the chance to see Pan An and Song Yu, but he estimated that even if those two legendary beauties stood side by side, they would absolutely not be able to compare to the boy before him…
Oh no, there was one thing this boy would lose out on
—his height!
“Hahaha, hahaha, hahahaha—”
Pang Yu laughed loudly.
The guests were initially stunned, then, along with the prostitutes, brothel owners, and pimps serving them, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
“Alas—the world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer pure, how old must he be to be thinking about girls?”
Some busybody, speaking in the rigid tone of an old scholar, uttered this “lament with deep sorrow,” and the entire room erupted in laughter, bursting into all sorts of sarcastic and mocking remarks.
"Little brother, brothels aren't all fun and games. Have you grown your pubic hair yet?"
"I wonder which lucky lady will be able to take this young master's virginity tonight."
"Back in the day, Marquis Anle entered the pleasure quarters at the age of thirteen and immediately won over Zhu Yan'er, the most beautiful courtesan in Lanxiang Garden, making a name for himself throughout the capital. Does the young master intend to emulate him?"
"Truly, there's always someone stronger, and one mountain is always higher than another."
"Hahahaha—" Pang Yu laughed the loudest again.
It was simply too hilarious. Eleven or twelve-year-old children dared to come to brothels to seek pleasure and patronize girls. The Song Dynasty was truly open-minded, unusually open-minded.
"Who laughs again!" Suddenly, the handsome young master's cold shout rang out.
It was clearly a child's voice, yet it was imposing and had a chilling aura that seemed to emanate from the very bones!
Unexpectedly, all the guests trembled, and all their joking words choked in their throats.
—He was clearly just a boy, yet he managed to make this whole group of people sweat profusely and turn red-faced, not daring to utter a single word!
"Haha..."
There's never a shortage of fools. In the western corner, a fat young master, probably drunk on drugs, swayed as he stood up, his
words slurred as he mocked the handsome young master. Before the last "ha" was even finished, Pang Yu suddenly saw something strange!
Two, no, three chairs flew through the air.
"Ah—"
"Ah—"
"Ah—"
Three screams accompanied by the sound of wood shattering. The fat young master and his two cronies, who were also "prostitutes," were either clutching their heads, covering their chests, or, worse, dislocating their arms...
In short, they were all lying on the ground, howling like pigs being slaughtered.
Fierce, fierce!
Pang Yu almost applauded.
Actually, he had been shocked from the first moment he saw the handsome young master—a man? What man is so handsome and beautiful before he's even grown up?
He's clearly a woman, dressed as a man!
With the noble belief of verifying the true identity of this stunning young man, and with the pure purpose of researching women dressed as men to prevent little girls from being misled into a brothel, Pang Yu selflessly offered up his lustful eyes—obsessed with Japanese human body art and love films since he was thirteen, watching them day and night until he reached the highest level of lustful desire—carefully examining a certain part of the body that most easily distinguishes male and female without undressing.
Oh my god, is this girl a princess?
—It's that one, that one named Taiping.
From top to bottom, from bottom to top, from left to right, from right to left, no matter the angle, no matter how you look at it, it's a straight line.
And the latest domestic C919.
A woman? Bah!
Even a random 10-year-old girl is bigger than this.
Besides, if it were a woman, could someone so young throw three chairs in an instant, accurately hitting three young men with their arms around each other without harming the girls beside them at all?
Pang Yu was ashamed, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear.
His lecherous eyes, capable of seeing through even mosaics, had actually mistaken a man for a woman?
Pang Yu refused to give up.
Staking his virginity on his dignity, he shifted his body, his innocent gaze moving from the handsome young man's chest to his back, straight up his delicate, porcelain-like back…
A chest binder? No. Undergarments? No. A bra? Even more impossible, and even if it were, it wouldn't matter!
His lecherous eyes, with their penetrating power maximized, still couldn't find anything that could "create" an "airfield" on a young girl's youthful, alluring body.
If he were a woman, I could gouge out my eyes and stomp on them!
—This was Pang Yu's final and most authoritative conclusion.
"What are you looking at!" Noticing his lewd gaze, the handsome young master angrily rebuked him. His
icy tone, murderous gaze, and the imposing aura he exuded made it impossible for anyone to move, a clear determination to get to the bottom of this!
"What am I looking at?" Pang Yu chuckled, his gaze returning with interest to the young master's powdered, delicate face.
Hmm, a heavy scent of perfume. Even if he wasn't a woman, he was the kind of idle, effeminate rich young master who spent his days loitering in the inner chambers—a complete sissy.
In terms of handsomeness, he—the naturally dashing and debonair Marquis of Anle—might be comparable, but when it came to "pretty," he had to unconditionally admit defeat.
In fact, even among all the handsome men Pang Yu had seen in TV dramas and movies, and even those he had encountered since arriving in this world, not a single one could compare to even a tenth of the handsome young master!
Pang Yu was furious and determined to teach him a lesson. "
Damn it! How dare he be more handsome than the protagonist? He's asking for death
!"
Just then, the fat pig who had been hit staggered to his feet, pointed at the handsome young master from a distance, and cursed loudly. The handsome young master only glanced at him...
The chilling aura emanating from his entire body and the sharp eyes filled with terrifying killing intent made the fat man tremble. He staggered backward and slumped back into his original position with a "thump."
Which of the madams and girls at the Pianxian Pavilion hadn't seen the world? And which of the wealthy merchants, gentry, and young masters who could afford to eat, drink, and be merry here was of low social standing? Yet this entire group of people, this whole group of "adults," was completely intimidated by a boy who looked no more than eleven or twelve—at most thirteen years old—and didn't dare utter a single word!
This was something impossible, but it truly happened.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Pang Yu would never have believed it!
"Lord, Lord, this boy looks... formidable, not someone to mess with. You... we should..."
Chuixue timidly approached and tugged at Pang Yu's sleeve.
"You know him?"
"No."
"Then he's not a prominent figure in the capital, huh." Pang Yu sneered. Even if it were him, he wouldn't be afraid. As he'd said, in terms of status, background, and birth, no one in the entire Song Dynasty could compare to him except for the Crown Prince. Of course, the Crown Prince was still a sperm, and whether he could shoot accurately or not was a question. It would take many years for him to surpass him. So, in the entire Bianliang City, only Pang Yu was supreme!
"But... Lord Marquis, we came out today without anyone with us, and you didn't allow the guards to follow us... Well, as the saying goes, 'A wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him'..."
Suffer your mother's wrath!
Pang Yu looked at him with utter contempt, thinking, if you were the real Ximen Chuixue, what would I have to fear? Even if there were 100 or 1000 of them—ah, bah, has the Lord Marquis ever been afraid?
"Hey, you who bumped into me, are you a girl or a boy?"
Pang Yu straightened his back, pulled down his hat to reveal his eyes, which had been hidden for a long time. They were fierce, vicious, and full of murderous intent. He stared intently at the handsome young man, his words filled with disdain and contempt spitting out from between his teeth.
"Stop glaring, I'm talking to you! Get over here right now, kowtow and beg for mercy, and apologize to me obediently."
"What did you say!?" The handsome young man didn't react for a moment.
—From birth until now, no one in the world had ever dared to speak to him like that, absolutely no one.
Because anyone who did would definitely not see the sun rise the next day.
"I said—" Pang Yu deliberately dragged out his words.
"Get over here right now, kowtow and beg for mercy, and apologize to me obediently."
The air froze instantly. The five madams, seven teapot bearers, nine pimps, thirty-five patrons, and forty-six girls in the Pianxian Tower all felt the impending storm!

Chapter Six: Playing with the most beautiful girls, showing off the biggest wealth

. Silently, without a sound. [Drunk][Exposed][Net]
The two faced off like this.
From beginning to end, the handsome young master didn't make a move, only staring at Pang Yu with his large eyes.
That was all.
Just like that, the onlookers were already starting to feel the strain.
In just half a minute, or even less, or even just a few seconds, under the sheer force of his gaze, the closest person, Fubuki, completely collapsed, his mind blank, his body as if tightly bound, unable to move.
Too sharp, too terrifying! The Marquis, whose gaze was in no way inferior to anyone else's, was completely overwhelmed this time.
Fubuki had lived for fifteen years, and this was the first time in his life he had understood what truly vicious eyes were—the accumulated brutality, the contained terror, and the corresponding ferocity—no, it should be called "killing intent"—were simply incomparable to the Marquis, whose eyes had become malevolent due to excessive weight loss!
No one knew that the fierce man dressed as a servant was the dignified Empress Anle, but everyone shared the same thought about his fate.
Three words: He's—definitely—dead!
"Hey, aren't you afraid of dying?" The handsome young man's brows were icy cold, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes like ice and snow, and his unusually calm, flat tone sounded even more terrifying.
Fubuki trembled.
"Yes, very afraid." Pang Yu took two steps back, his trembling lips showing some fear.
"Is that so, useless man?" His thin, petal-like lips parted, a cold snort revealing endless contempt.
"But I'm not afraid of you, you little bean." Pang Yu suddenly rushed forward, looking down at him, his previously bleak and dim eyes instantly brightening with a soaring light.
—His previous cowardice was all an act!
Fubuki was so excited she almost clapped and cheered.
"What little bean?" The handsome young man narrowed his fierce eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, and asked him coldly.
"Oh, you mean little brat, shorty..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone held their breath for him.
Madam Xu glanced back at the thugs employed in the brothel—seven or eight burly men stood frozen in place, too terrified by the handsome young man to even utter a feigned shout. She was so panicked and anxious, she was drenched in sweat, and would have collapsed if the girls hadn't been supporting her.
It wouldn't be so bad if others were beaten; after all, fights over girls were commonplace in brothels, and it would be strange if no one intervened.
But who was this man? This one about to be beaten was one of Marquis Anle's men. Even if he were beaten black and blue like the fat young man, losing even a single hair would be a disgrace to Marquis Anle! After
the handsome young man had vented his anger, he could simply walk away, but who would settle the score?
Of course, it would be their Pianxian Tower!
—If Madam Xu had known that the handsome young man was facing Marquis Anle himself, she probably would have wanted to slit her own throat with a kitchen knife.
Pang Yu abruptly stopped mid-sentence, and Xu's mother's heart skipped a beat as she trembled and looked in that direction.
Thankfully, she remained standing and wasn't sent flying.
She never dreamed that the reason Pang Yu was speechless was because...
he was staring.
Her gaze, looking down, inadvertently moved from the handsome young man's neck to his hairline. What met
her eyes was a vast expanse of snow-white skin, smooth and delicate, as if coated with milky cream, layer upon layer, its smoothness and fineness like snow, like naturally formed marble without a single flaw, as if touching it would leave fingerprints—just looking at it made her heart race and her breath quicken...
"You! What are you looking at!" Realizing Pang Yu's unbridled gaze, the handsome young man widened his beautiful eyes, glaring at him angrily, his pointed chin held high.
"Looking at you..." came the dreamlike reply.
"You, you, you—"
Unexpectedly, the handsome young man didn't fly into a rage; instead, he suddenly became shy, even stuttering as he spoke.
Pang Yu's gaze naturally fell on her face. Her delicate skin was fair and rosy, flawless, like a piece of crystal jade, inspiring endless fantasies.
"You, you, you, you're not allowed to look, you're not allowed... no, no, no, you're not allowed to look at me like that, no, no, no, no, no!"
His gaze was clearly innocent, clearly just a simple look, yet it forced the handsome young man to stammer severely. His pink cheeks flushed a rosy hue, more vibrant than the sunset.
"Young...Young Master."
Hearing the timid voice, Pang Yu then noticed a handsome young servant standing beside the handsome young man, equally strikingly good-looking.
"W-what are you doing!"
"Let's go back, this place..."
"I'm not going back. It's rare for me to get out... to come out for a bit, and I... I'm not leaving!" The handsome young master shouted loudly at his servant, but when he turned around and saw Pang Yu, he stammered, "You... what's your name? Which family's servant are you from? I... I... I won't let you get away with this!"
"Hmph, I don't change my name or surname." Pang Yu raised an eyebrow and his voice rose three degrees.
"Grand Tutor's Mansion, Marquis Anle, Pang—Yu—"
"My servant is Pang Si!"
Ah!? Chuixue was dumbfounded.
The Marquis clearly loves to show off, so why doesn't he reveal his true identity at this time and crush this audacious and ignorant brat?
Instead, he lowers himself and willingly becomes a servant!
Oh right, our Grand Tutor's Mansion already has enough... in the Marquis's words, enough awesomeness. For example, me, Ximen Da Guanren, I'm a master wherever I go in this vast capital. Even if the Marquis were to "descend" to the status of a servant, he would still be under the command of the Imperial Uncle and a disciple of the Grand Tutor. Scaring away a few nobody brats would be more than enough.
—Sigh, I should have spoken up myself; why bother the Marquis
? Madam Xu was stunned. Wasn't he supposed to be Young Master Marquis? How did he suddenly become Pang Si?
"Pang Pang Si, is it? Fine, I… I'll remember you. You wait." The handsome young master snorted, his cheeks still burning, and turned to scurry towards the second floor across the street.
"Marquis—" Chuixue immediately approached, bowing and scraping with her usual obsequious manner.
"What?"
"What brilliant plan did you use to scare this brat away?"
Pang Yu seemed preoccupied, frowning and ignoring him for a long time.
"Marquis, stop being so mysterious, tell me."
Chuixue lowered her voice, her beady eyes blinking, looking very gossipy.
"The Marquis is fierce, everyone fears him, understand?"
With a cold snort, Pang Yu retorted to Chuixue, frowning inwardly in bewilderment.
Fine, very good, very powerful. His supposedly fierce, sharp, and ruthless gaze couldn't even pierce the eyes of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, all powder and rouge, barely reaching his chest!
But why? Why was this fierce, domineering, and perhaps even more arrogant and domineering young master in a few years scared away by the unintentional drooling look he gave Pang Yu when he saw his hairline?
Yes, drooling eyes—that was the inevitable reaction of a proud senior bachelor seeing a beautiful woman. His eyes flashed with the wicked thought of "getting close to her, pouncing on her, stripping her naked, presenting himself to her, then heavily erect, his body flushed… placing his large hand on her shoulder, saying, 'I like you, be my girlfriend.'" In Pang Yu's years of failed relationships, this had scared away more than a dozen girls.
It's true that she's incredibly attractive to women, but why did she even manage to seduce a stunningly handsome young man?!
Could it be... that she's attracted to men or has feminine tendencies?
Oh my god, just thinking about
it sends chills down my spine... Pang Yu didn't dare to think any further and quickly followed Madam Xu upstairs.
The main purpose of their visit was
to patronize a brothel. On the third floor of the Pianxian Pavilion, a quick glance around the hall revealed only eight tables. Undoubtedly, these were reserved for wealthy merchants and high-ranking officials from the capital. Chuixue, a mere servant of lowly status, was only able to sit here eating, drinking, and having fun because of the powerful Marquis Pang.
"Young master, you can't go to the fourth floor."
A heavily made-up madam stopped the stunningly handsome young man and his pretty young servant from across the hall.
"Why?" the young servant asked in his childish voice.
"The four suites upstairs are the most prestigious seats in our Pianxian Pavilion. Unless it's a high-ranking official of the first rank or a prince or duke personally attending..."
"Get out of the way, I want to go up." The handsome young man coldly interrupted.
Under his fierce gaze, the madam was a little scared, but thinking that even a servant of the Marquis of Anle could force the handsome young man to flee in panic—considering that her master was a frequent visitor, he would at least protect this place to some extent—she immediately felt confident and sneered, "Young master, don't you understand what I mean? Not just anyone can—Ouch!" She
was hit hard on the mouth.
"Tooth-Crush Su, Pork Rong, Ghost Foot Qi, if anyone causes trouble, get them arrested..." The madam's voice suddenly stopped halfway through her shout, her eyes wide open, her face, which had been distorted by the blow, instantly filled with a smile.
"Oh, young man, please, please, please, please, please, I'll take you up right away."
Being hit and still happy, there's only one explanation—the one who hit him was gold and silver.
It wasn't gold or silver that hit the madam, but she was happier than if
she'd been hit with gold or silver. It was pearls, pearls the size of longans.
And they were completely pure black, black pearls!
"Wow! Goodness, how impressive—Eunuch, Young Master, this is even more generous than you!" Chuixue exclaimed, drool practically dripping from her mouth, her eyes reflecting only the pearls. "
You're the eunuch, my foot!" Pang Yu glared at her, startling Chuixue into quickly covering her mouth.
"Go quickly and call Wenrou, Qing'er, Chuchu, and Huaiyu out to drink with this young master." The handsome young master tossed out two more glittering black pearls.
Chuixue immediately panicked!
Wherever the Marquis went, he always played with the most beautiful girls and flaunted his wealth. When had he ever been beaten to it?
In terms of extravagant spending and lavish spending, the handsome young master who threw the pearls already had the upper hand. If even the girls were snatched away right under his nose, where would the Marquis's face be?!
The Marquis was definitely unhappy about losing face, and if he was unhappy, he would take it out on him. Back at the manor, he might get his legs broken—the left and right legs wouldn't be so bad, but if the Marquis was really angry and insisted on crippling his middle one…
oh my god!!! Chuixue
couldn't help but shudder, and cried out at the top of her lungs , "Quick! Quickly, quickly call Wenrou, Qing'er, Chuchu, and Huaiyu out to drink with our Marquis!!!"
Pang Yu went to cover her mouth, but it was too late.

Chapter Seven: Catching a Prostitute - The Marquis of Anle Suddenly Appears in a Brothel! Absolutely explosive, shocking, and sensational. As soon as Chuixue finished speaking, everyone in the room stood up in unison. "No way, my influence in the brothel world is that great?!" Pang Yu was a little excited, but quickly realized something was wrong, because no one, front, back, left, or right, was looking in his direction—everyone's gaze was unequivocally directed towards the main entrance! As Chuixue shouted, a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in through the gate. Each soldier was tall and burly, their armor gleaming, their cold, solemn expressions like cast iron! Though few in number, perhaps only a dozen or so, they stood there like a thousand troops, their powerful presence and awe-inspiring presence felt even from afar! Instantly, the entire Pianqian Pavilion fell silent; all the noise ceased abruptly! What...what's going on? A crackdown on prostitution?! Pang Yu frowned. Wait a minute, this is the Song Dynasty. In ancient times, going to prostitutes was perfectly reasonable, justifiable, and legal. Besides, raiding brothels and arresting customers, with the fines going towards bonuses—that's what the police, oh, these days called "yamen runners," do for dirty work. Why are they even bringing in the army?

Could it be that the government's stipends are too meager, and the soldiers are trying to use the anti-prostitution campaign as an excuse to make a quick buck?
Just as he was wondering this, the soldiers suddenly parted in unison, revealing a robust military officer in the center, his physique as imposing as an iron tower. His bright red robe, wooden-framed lacquered hat, and gleaming longsword at his waist—if it weren't for his slightly large face, plump build, dark skin, full beard, and thick, bristly hair, one might easily mistake him for a famous figure surnamed Zhan.
Chuixue stared at the officer, her gaze somewhat vacant, lost in thought.
"Oh my, who is this esteemed guest? Your presence and the brothers' patronage truly honors our humble abode!" The madam, Zhang Mama, swayed her plump figure enthusiastically as she greeted them, her swollen breasts rubbing against the military officer's arm. Luckily, Pang Yu was on the third floor, looking down and unable to see her "infinitely alluring" gaze; otherwise, he would have surely vomited his dinner from the night before at Zhang Mama's seductive manner.
"Slap—" A crisp, sharp slap landed heavily on Zhang Mama's mouth.
"Get out of the way." The cold, harsh tone and chilling words felt like steel needles piercing to the bone. Zhang Mama trembled with fear, clutching her instantly swollen cheek, not daring to utter a single word.
The bodyguards and thugs of the Pianxian Pavilion—those burly men who had been terrified by the young master's glare earlier—rushed out like a swarm of bees upon hearing the "situation" outside. They grabbed their weapons, ready to attack, but froze when they saw the officers were their attackers. They stared at each other, unsure what to do.
The officer sneered, and two soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward, grabbing each of the ten-foot-tall men and tossing them away like chickens.
"Ouch!" "Ouch!" Cries of pain rang out, and in the blink of an eye, all the bodyguards and thugs were on the ground, groaning in agony, none of them able to get up.
The patrons were completely dumbfounded.
Those who frequented the Pianxian Pavilion knew the true capabilities of its hired guards and thugs. Even a skilled fighter could easily take down three to five constables and yamen runners from Kaifeng Prefecture in a one-on-one fight, and no ordinary thief or petty criminal could gain an advantage against them. So who were these soldiers? Two of them could easily defeat them like child's play!
"The Imperial Guards... the Imperial Guards!" Chuixue blurted out abruptly.
"What?"
"The Imperial Guards... these people are the Imperial Guards, and the elite troops guarding the Emperor's palace... the Shence Battalion!"
"How do you know?"
"Miss... whenever the Imperial Concubine returns home for a visit, she is escorted by the Shence Battalion. I recognize their armor and weapons." Chuixue asserted confidently.
No wonder, the Imperial Guards protecting the Emperor, how could they not be powerful?
Pang Yu suddenly understood, his gaze falling on the leading officer.
What a burly figure! He was as tall and imposing as an iron tower, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his stature resembling a towering mountain. His imposing figure exuded an imposing aura, his powerful physique like an unyielding tree, impervious to any storm. The prominent temples on his forehead clearly indicated he was a master.
"Ye... Ye Gucheng!"
"Who!?" Pang Yu shuddered as if struck by lightning.
"Ye Gucheng, the top expert in the Imperial Guard, the Emperor's personal bodyguard commander, nicknamed..."
...
"Nicknamed Black-Faced Demon God, feared by all 800,000 Imperial Guards."
Pang Yu's vision blurred, and he nearly fainted.
I've only transmigrated, and having this shameless, lowly version of Ximen Chuixue by my side is already ridiculous enough, is it really necessary to add another one, this knock-off Ye Gucheng known as the Black-Faced Demon God!?
Just looking at the officer's face, stiff as iron needles and covered in a thick beard like a pig bristle brush, almost made Pang Yu convulse. Hearing his incredibly powerful nickname, Pang Yu really wanted to bang his head against the wall.
The Sword God had been defiled into a scoundrel! The legendary, ethereal, and handsome Lord of White Cloud City, as light as the wind and as pure as clouds, had been "tainted" like this?
"Oh no!" Chuixue suddenly exclaimed, then covered her mouth.
"What is it now?" Pang Yu was furious and yelled at him.
"He... Commander Ye is bringing the Imperial Guards... I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
"I'm afraid they're coming to arrest us!"
"What? Arrest us!?" Pang Yu jumped up.
Chuixue nodded frantically.
"Why?" Pang Yu was confused.
Although he vaguely remembered reading in books that Song Dynasty law prohibited officials from patronizing prostitutes, he was a nobody, a mere nobleman who collected a salary without contributing anything, so openly soliciting prostitutes wouldn't be illegal. Besides, the so-called "officials prohibited from patronizing prostitutes" was just a formality to appease public opinion; it was never truly enforced from the day it was established. Otherwise, how could Emperor Huizong, even as the Son of Heaven, still sneak out of the palace at night to sleep with Li Shishi, leaving behind the infamous line, "The brocade curtains are warm, the incense burner is still burning, we sit facing each other, playing the sheng. He whispers: 'Where will you stay tonight?' It's already past midnight, the horses slip on the thick frost, it's better to stay, there are few people traveling there," a laughingstock for all time. Furthermore, he was just there for fun, a casual fling, his motives were perfectly pure. He only wanted the girls to keep him company with drinks and conversation, to tease him and take advantage of him; he didn't say he wanted to buy a prostitute or take her to a hotel...
What a load of rubbish!
"My lord, think about it," Chuixue interjected mysteriously. "The Shence Battalion is the Emperor's personal army, responsible for guarding the imperial palace. Their responsibility is extremely heavy. Who in the world would dare to mobilize them without authorization?"
"Who?"
"Besides the Emperor himself, only the most favored Consort Gui."
"You mean... ha, my sister sent them?"
"Yes."
"Tch—" Pang Yu scoffed.
"Why would my sister send people to arrest me for no reason?"
"Naturally..." Chuixue shrank back, afraid of being seen from below, "Naturally, she was afraid that when you went to the brothel, you wouldn't be able to control yourself and... like last time, you... ejaculate... hey, ejaculate to death..."
"Bullshit!" Pang Yu raised his hand and flicked her forehead, asking, "How did my sister know I came to Pianxian Pavilion?"
"This..." Chuixue was speechless.
Ye Gucheng strode quickly to the center of the hall, and without saying a word, he waved his hand, and the thirty or forty Imperial Guards who followed him immediately dispersed, blocking all the passages downstairs.
"Sir, did the girls misbehave and anger you..."
Lin Mama, the deputy manager of Pianxian Pavilion, arrived upon hearing the news, leading her two top courtesans, Wenrou and Qing'er, to greet him with a fawning smile.
"Get out of here if you don't want to go to jail," Ye Gucheng sneered.
"Sir, please don't be like this—please calm down, please calm down," Lin Mama called out in a seductive voice, her red lips parting to exhale a fragrant breath. Despite her age, she still maintained a curvaceous figure, and when she occasionally acted wantonly, she was even more alluring than her age, her features exuding a foxy charm.
Ye Gucheng ignored her, waving the madam aside.
"Sir—" Yasha Mama persisted, smiling obsequiously as she approached again.
"Our owner of Pianxian Pavilion is the madam of the Three Departments Commissioner, Zhang Fangping..."
A flash of golden light appeared before his eyes, and Ye Gucheng, seemingly too lazy to waste words, directly revealed his token.
Upon seeing the words written on it, Lin's mother gasped, her body trembling and her hands shaking as she staggered to the side, her face as white as paper, utterly terrified.
"Yes, yes, sir, please, please go ahead... please go ahead."
"Move quickly!" Ye Gucheng shouted in a deep, authoritative voice. The Imperial Guards who had rushed in immediately and skillfully dispersed to both sides, completely surrounding the hall and the surrounding corner towers.
Neither the patrons nor the girls had ever seen such a scene before. Chaos erupted in the hall, with shouts and screams filling the air.
"Men, only exit, no entry!" Ye Gucheng commanded. Everyone present, whether patrons or brothel girls, was driven away without even a chance to resist or argue.
Watching the people on the second and third floors scramble down the stairs, Chuixue grew increasingly panicked.
"My lord, what...what do we do?"
Pang Yu smiled calmly.
"What are you afraid of? Just wait."
"Huh?"
"If they're not arresting us, who the hell would dare touch you with me here, Lord Marquis? If they are, you can't escape even if you try." Pang Yu calmly walked to the window, opened it, and sure enough, the entire Pianxian Pavilion was surrounded by Imperial Guards, three layers deep. Not even a fly could escape.
Soon, the huge Pianxian Pavilion was "cleaned up" completely. Apart from the Imperial Guards guarding below and the dark-faced Ye Gucheng, no one else could be found.
Of course, Pang Yu and Chuixue were exceptions.
Chuixue was terrified, her face pale, hiding under the table and not daring to speak. Pang Yu still didn't believe the Imperial Guards were there for him, so he hid behind a pillar and silently watched the situation below.
Seeing that the scene was almost over, Ye Gucheng waved his hand, and the soldiers immediately closed all the windows and withdrew in an orderly fashion.
"Bang—" The door slammed shut, and the spacious and bright hall instantly became dark.
The gloomy atmosphere and chilly environment, coupled with Ye Gucheng's sudden words, startled Chuixue so much that she immediately collapsed to the ground.
"Stop hiding, come out. This humble general has come to welcome you back to the manor on the orders of Her Highness the Imperial Concubine."
Silence fell.
The Pianqian Pavilion fell silent, save for the pounding hearts of Pang Yu and Chuixue.
"Just now, a servant reported that you sneaked out early this morning. Her Highness the Imperial Concubine immediately knew… you'd been cooped up for too long and couldn't stand it anymore, so you insisted on going to a brothel…"
"To a brothel… for entertainment…" Ye Gucheng, seemingly out of consideration for Pang Yu's feelings or fearing the negative impact of outsiders overhearing, refrained from using the vulgar word "whoring," glossing over it with a very artistic touch.
"This...this is certainly not a bad thing. Besides, with your illustrious and noble status, there's nowhere in the Song Dynasty you can't go. But you've only just recovered and need rest and recuperation. Even if you want to 'play,' there's no need to rush. So...the Imperial Concubine has specially sent me down to bring you back no matter what."
Ye Gucheng spoke for a long time without any response from upstairs, then sighed helplessly, "This humble general knows you have this temper; from childhood to adulthood, the more others try to restrain or discipline you, the less you listen. But have you considered that the Imperial Concubine is your closest relative and currently the only one who can supervise and control you? If your sneaking out to visit brothels were to be exposed, the palace would be in chaos. If this implicates the Imperial Concubine and the Grand Tutor, this humble general would truly be unforgivable!"
Upon hearing this, Pang Yu's head buzzed.
Damn it, the City Lord of Baiyun City...no, the Black-Faced Demon really came to get me!

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