[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 9

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Chapter Sixty-Five: Breast Grabbing, Taking Advantage of, and Teasing the Princess

. As Pang Yu recognized her, the stunningly handsome young man also fixed his gaze on Pang Yu.
There were thirty-one people in the cell; some were taller than Pang Yu; some were stronger; but none were more handsome! Yet, even so, the stunningly handsome young man only stared at him.
—Alas, being handsome is just unavoidable.
No matter when or where, Fourth Brother's brilliance was always the most dazzling and eye-catching among the crowd. Even in the most ordinary blue robe and hat, he couldn't hide his aura of surpassing Song Yu and Pan An, handsome from head to toe!
So, as soon as the cell door opened and the dust settled, the stunningly handsome young man immediately recognized him from among the thirty-one people.
Staring at each other, the two remained locked in a standoff for about ten seconds.
"It's you!" The stunningly handsome young man's expression changed drastically, his pretty face instantly turning ashen.
Pang Yu lowered his head, seemingly guilty and afraid of her fierce and ruthless gaze—a gaze that could frighten most men into kneeling and begging for mercy.
"Hehehehehehehe..."
Suddenly, a strange, dark laugh came from beneath his lowered hat brim.
The beautiful young man (or the loli princess) pouted her thin, red lips, about to issue a stern rebuke, when Pang Yu flew up.
Just like that day at the Pianxian Pavilion, when the beautiful young man flung his hand and "flew" four chairs, knocking the fat pig young man and his companions to the ground, Pang Yu hurled his lewd weapon—no, it was the silver brick in his hand—at the beautiful young man's face, smashing it with ruthless speed and merciless force, displaying the air of enemies meeting with intense hatred.
With his attack, a flash of silver light suddenly rose in the dimly lit prison, dazzling, brilliant, and sparkling, drawing a beautiful curve in the air, attracting the attention of almost everyone.
So, "almost" is an understatement because three people aren't included.
The first is the stunning young master; Pang Yu was aiming at her, so she could only dodge.
The second is the stunning young master's attendant… no, she looked like an attendant that day, but now she's a little girl in a green dress. Pang Yu threw a brick at her master, and she screamed in fright.
The third, of course, is Pang Yu himself. As he threw the brick, he darted out like an arrow, taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the silver brick. With his incredible speed and extraordinary agility, and relying on his keen judgment, he navigated through all obstacles at the perfect moment and arrived at a spot beside the stunning young master.
The stunning young master easily dodged the silver brick attack, her little feet lightly tiptoeing as she soared into the air like a little white swallow, her figure gracefully floating to the side.
Wow! What a beautiful "Swallow Like a Cloud"!
For someone so young, to possess such a beautiful and moving movement!
But the next move, "Flying Swallow Throws into the Embrace," was even more exquisite.
The stunningly handsome young man, still hovering in mid-air, his flight undiminished, his delicate shoes skimming the water like a dragonfly, a hummingbird seeking a flower. His pale yellow robe billowed beneath his flowing skirt, and his tender figure, seemingly about to land in the absolute safety outside the prison cell, suddenly went black as he crashed into a warm, strong embrace.
His fourth brother's embrace!
Yes, Pang Yu's angle and position were precisely where he had calculated the handsome young man's inevitable path to avoid the bricks!
Did you think that his fourth brother threw the bricks to get revenge?
No, no, no, Pang Yu wouldn't do something so cruel—not even to a flower bud that hadn't yet begun to bloom.
Pang Yu had absolutely no malicious intent in throwing the bricks; he simply wanted to "create" an opportunity to capture the handsome young man… or perhaps the flat-chested loli princess? To use him as his life-saving talisman. Otherwise, surrounded by thirty guards and a dozen or so thugs from the Prince's mansion, if his identity were revealed, he wouldn't be able to escape even with a thousand pairs of wings.
As for his actions after he grabbed the beautiful young lady and began to knead and grope her with his soft hands, his intentions were even purer—he had just heard people outside call her a princess, so he had to verify it properly. If she really was, he couldn't be too rough or forceful. After all, he was the Marquis of Anle in the Song Dynasty, receiving a salary from the Song Dynasty while acting as a playboy. If the beautiful young lady in his arms was truly a princess, he had to be gentle and careful not to frighten her.
What! You're saying this is groping and taking advantage of her?
Please, does this beautiful young lady have breasts for Fourth Brother to touch, or tofu for Fourth Brother to eat?
No! Pang Yu searched for a long time but couldn't find either of those things, which only enraged the beautiful young lady in his arms.
"Let go, let go of me—you villain, you bastard, you heartless scoundrel..." The beautiful young lady's fair and delicate cheeks flushed pink as he held her, her petite body struggling desperately, and all sorts of vicious words burst forth.
How dare someone so ill-mannered call themselves a princess?
Pang Yu searched for a long time without finding anything, and in a fit of anger, he simply used the simplest method of identification. The difference
between men and women can be determined by simply taking a handful of fluid from one area!
Pang Yu grabbed the fidgeting arm of the beautiful young man with one hand, and moved the other hand down.
"Don't touch me, you filthy lecherous scoundrel, you deserve to be cut into a thousand pieces..." The beautiful young man seemed to realize something; Pang Yu's hand had barely brushed against her narrow waist when his shouts rose dozens of decibels, not only hurting Pang Yu's ears but also leaving dozens of people inside and outside the cell completely dumbfounded.
Teasing, molesting... defiling the princess!?
"Little Six, what are you doing? Let go... let go of the princess!" Zhao Laoba was the first to realize the seriousness of the situation, trembling as he pointed a finger at Pang Yu and shouted.
"You're the one who's called Little Six! I don't call myself that eunuch's name!" Pang Yu flew up with a kick, not to kick him—it was too far away. He kicked up a rock, which flew over and hit Zhao Laoba squarely on the forehead.
Zhao Laoba cried out and fell backward, leaving everyone else stunned!
Having regained his composure, Pang Yu continued to reach down, determined to find out
whether the beautiful young man was male or female. The beautiful
young man clearly knew martial arts, but under Pang Yu's bear hug and restraint, he was completely unable to use them, only able to express his anger with curses and glares.
"If you don't let go, I'll kill you, behead you, tear you apart by chariots, and dismember you—"
Pang Yu was already desensitized to threats like this, continuing to hold him and grope him.
From his angle, the beautiful young lady's small tiger teeth were faintly visible beneath her slightly parted lips. Her thin eyelids glared fiercely, her large eyes shooting out a piercing, menacing light as she desperately tried to stare back at him.
If she had pleaded softly, Pang Yu might have felt a little pity, but such a blatant threat and warning only fueled his lust... no, his resolve.
His hand moved across her lower abdomen, his gaze fixed between her legs.
The beautiful young lady screamed incoherently, managing to break free of one of her hands. Without a word, she raised her sharp nails and stabbed at Pang Yu's eyes.
Of course, Pang Yu wouldn't let her sneak attack succeed. His right hand swiftly returned in a flash, grabbing the beautiful young lady's jade-like white hand. Skin to skin, he felt the warmth of her tender palm, its soft, moist surface emanating a faint, sweet fragrance—like the scent of a young girl emanating from her intimate parts!
The stunningly beautiful young man struggled, his long hair cascading loosely over his shoulders, carrying a fresh, sweet fragrance that tantalized Pang Yu's sensitive nose. His already short, thin palace dress became even more disheveled from their intense friction, revealing her slender thighs, almost to the point of exposure—seemingly thinner than Pang Yu's elbows.
A perfect loli! —If she really was a princess.
Pang Yu tightened his grip on her left arm, his right hand eagerly exploring downwards.
The handsome young man seemed to have run out of strength; his struggles grew weaker and weaker, his large eyes reddened, and his nose twitched, on the verge of tears.
Oh dear, this scene seems familiar.
Uh, wasn't this guy also putting on a pitiful act in front of the dog hole in the backyard of the Pianxian Pavilion, which softened my heart and made me let go, only to be met with a few deadly kicks in return?
Bah! Having learned from that experience, the brilliant Fourth Brother won't fall for it again!
Pang Yu was resolute, determined to overcome all obstacles to achieve his noble and pure purpose of finding out whether the beautiful young master was male or female. Therefore, regardless of the young master's helpless cries and pleas amidst his scolding, or her large, watery eyes threatening tears, or her long, thick, dark eyelashes trembling like the wings of a startled swift in June, Pang Yu, as a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant of the Song Dynasty, ignored it all. He continued to grab what he wanted, touch what he wanted, and take advantage of what he wanted… well, let nature take its course. An occasional touch was unintentional, after all.
"Release the princess!" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, followed by a cacophony of voices from all directions.
Pang Yu glanced around. Good
heavens! At least a hundred guards and servants had suddenly appeared from all sides, completely surrounding the vast backyard of the Prince's mansion. Knives, spears, greatswords, and even halberds—any one of them could easily riddle him with holes!
Pang Yu, always one to have a sense of shame, was truly embarrassed to continue groping with over a hundred people gathered around him. His left hand still tightly gripped the beautiful young lady's slender, shapely arms, while his right hand, like a hook, lifted up and grabbed her snow-white neck.
"Anyone who dares to move, I'll strangle them!" With his life at stake, Pang Yu was completely desperate. He didn't care whether the beautiful young lady was truly a princess or not; he just wanted to use her as a shield. Damn it
, who told you to treat me like that? This is retribution, the cycle of karma!
Pang Yu felt perfectly justified in using her as a hostage.
"Who are you? Release the princess at once!"
"Kidnapping a princess is a heinous crime punishable by a thousand cuts and the extermination of nine generations of your family! Surrender now!"
"Princess, don't be afraid. We're here; this scoundrel can't hurt you."
The guards shouted loudly, but none of them dared to step forward.
"Sixth...Sixth Brother, the Prince has treated you well. Think it over..." The short, burly man shrank back two steps, seemingly still trying to persuade him despite not understanding the situation.
"Stop your damn nonsense!" Pang Yu glared at him, scaring the short man into taking two steps back. He gestured towards the silver brick on the ground, "Pick it up and give it to me, quick, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The short man dared not disobey and obediently picked up the silver brick and handed it over.
"Sixth Brother, let's talk this out, you..."
"Go to hell, Sixth Brother!" Pang Yu snatched the silver brick, kicked him to the ground, and raised it high towards the back of the handsome young man's head. "My surname is Pang, Pang Si, the wise and brave first-class servant of the Grand Tutor's Mansion! You bunch of Zhao Yunbi's lackeys, all

of you get out of my way, or I'll smash her to death with this brick!

" Chapter Sixty-Six: I Just Love Playing with Princesses, So What? "Haha ... Report it! A lowly servant from the Grand Tutor's mansion has infiltrated the heart of the Prince's faction, gathering intelligence, breaking into the prison, and even kidnapping a princess! If Zhao Yunbi doesn't care about his reputation, go ahead and report it. I'd love for this to become the talk of the town, spreading the word to enhance my own prestige. Following her? Who dares? If I see her, don't even think about releasing her. Your princess will be taken back to the Grand Tutor's mansion for a good lesson. No one dares to block the way, no one dares to report to the authorities, no negotiations—no guts to follow. Pang Yu, with this spoiled little girl who might actually be a princess's daughter (if she weren't a princess, why would she have such a large entourage of over a hundred guards?), easily left the Prince's mansion. Intelligence! What is intelligence? Look at Fourth Brother, look at this absolutely perfect kidnapping operation, and you'll deeply understand the meaning of those two words. After walking two streets with the beautiful young man, Pang Yu, confident that everything was safe, prepared to let her go. I'm an honest man, a very honest man. I keep my promises, and going back on my word by bringing her back to the Grand Tutor's mansion is absolutely unacceptable—Fourth Brother isn't crazy. He was just stabbed in the back by Zhao Yunbi, and the matter hasn't even been investigated yet, and now he's kidnapping a legitimate princess to take home? Isn't that just asking for trouble? Fourth Brother was about to release her when he suddenly remembered a serious problem. "Hey!" he said to the handsome young man. "If I let you go now, how do you plan to repay me?" "Beheading, dismemberment, and the extermination of your entire family." His thin, petal-like lips parted, giving him a succinct answer. "Ah, I'm so scared, so scared—" Pang Yu deliberately teased her, pretending to be frightened. The handsome young man turned his head, staring fiercely into his large eyes, a contempt more intense than the summer sun. "You can't escape. You dare to insult me, I will grind you to dust and make sure you die a gruesome death!" Pang Yu laughed, laughed loudly, laughed heartily. Damn it, who's in whose hands now?! Threatening me? Does he have a death wish or just needs a beating? Fourth Brother was furious, and the consequences were severe; even his laughter carried an incomparably chilling, sinister aura. The handsome young man's thin back suddenly felt a chill, and his delicate shoulders trembled slightly: "W-what are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?" Sure enough, Fourth Brother's chilling murderous aura was no joke. "Since you've asked so sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you." Pang Yu grinned maliciously, his demonic breath brushing against the beautiful young man's fair ear. "Originally, I was planning to let you go, but you said you'd behead me, tear me apart by chariots, and... exterminate my entire family? I'm scared, really scared, terrified. For my parents and sister's sake, I've decided not to let you go. I'll lock you in the dungeon with rats, spiders, slugs, cockroaches—oh, you're called cockroaches—you'll spend twelve hours a day with them." " Wh-what slugs?" "Oh, you mean slimy worms." Pang Yu smiled sinisterly, deliberately slowing his speech as he explained, "They look soft and white, like a snail without its shell, and their antennae can extend and retract. Holding them feels sticky, like the yellow pus from a cold nose in the dead of winter..." "No, no... Don't! Don't say it... Don't say it again..." The stunningly beautiful young lady screamed in fright, her delicate, almost immobile hands gripping his arm tightly. She shook her head frantically, her large eyes pleading for his help. Compared to girls her age, the young lady was noticeably smaller. The palace dress, which seemed to fit her perfectly, clung loosely to her slender frame, a little too long, and looked like it needed to be tightened further. But it was precisely because of this that her petite frame, seemingly small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, appeared even more adorable, giving him a strong urge to treat her like a doll! This girl... this girl really is still a little girl who hasn't grown up. Pang Yu couldn't help but soften. However, he quickly understood one thing.

Women can change their expressions faster than turning the pages of a book.
"You, you, you—don't think I'll let you off the hook!" The moment he stopped talking, the stunning young master—or rather, the spoiled little princess—immediately snorted and raised her chin high, completely ignoring the nearly half-meter height difference between them. Her crystal-clear pupils blazed with fury, and she bared her little tiger teeth, roaring fiercely at him, "When I get back…when I get back, I'll definitely get my brother to order you to be castrated…castrated into a eunuch—"
Brother? Zhao Yunbi!?
The mere mention of that name ignited Pang Yu's anger. He continued to hold her down with one hand, while the other groped her body.
"Let me go, let me go, do you hear me!" The spoiled little princess once again erupted in fierce struggle, roaring with a biting ferocity, "If you don't let go, I'll…uh, uh!"
Pang Yu pinched her nose. "
Ugh ugh
... "'One-Day Death Powder' is made from seven different poisonous insects, plus arsenic, refined over forty-nine days. It's colorless and odorless, killing without a trace. 'Smiling Half-Step Stun' is made from honey, fritillaria cirrhosa, platycodon grandiflorus, and snow lotus from Tian Shan. It doesn't need refrigeration or preservatives... In short, it's extremely poisonous; one dies upon ingestion." The little princess trembled: "You, you're talking nonsense!" "Is that so? If I were talking nonsense, why would I have let you go? With your martial arts skills, it would have been easy for me to subdue you if I let go." Only then did the little princess remember that she knew martial arts, and she bared her teeth and claws, ready to pounce. “Let me tell you the truth.” Pang Yu not only didn’t dodge, but instead took two steps forward and smiled at her, “Those who take ‘One-Day Death Powder’ will lose all their martial arts skills within a day, their meridians will reverse, they will have wild thoughts, leading to qi deviation, and finally their blood vessels will burst and they will die. As for those who take ‘Smiling Half-Step Stun,’ as the name suggests, they absolutely cannot take half a step or show a smile, otherwise they will also explode and die. It’s really suitable for home, travel, murder, and silencing witnesses…” “You’re talking nonsense!” The little princess bared her teeth at him, her cherry-colored lips turning slightly pale, indicating that she was afraid. "Why would I lie? Do you think I shouldn't carry some emergency poison with me when I ventured alone into the Tiger's Den to infiltrate the Prince's mansion at night, just in case I got caught so I could commit suicide on the spot and avoid embarrassing my master?" The little princess stared at him for a while, then suddenly giggled—but there was no smile in her eyes, only wide eyes, impatiently radiating murderous intent, with a barely perceptible hint of fear within that murderous intent: "You...you...you're lying...don't think I'll fall for it...this is just an ordinary pill..." "Have you ever taken a pill with this flavor before?" "Ah..." The little princess was dumbfounded. “Both the ‘Smiling Half-Step Stun’ and ‘One-Day Death Powder’ are extremely potent poisons. I’m afraid of the pain and the agony of dying, so I added a few other herbs to control the toxicity so it won’t take effect for an hour,” Pang Yu said slowly and methodically, seemingly unhurried. “If you don’t obediently beg me to save you now, in a little while… oh dear, half a cup of tea’s time has already passed in the blink of an eye. You’ll be beyond saving by midnight at the latest.” “Then… then there’s still a long time to go, so I’ll grab you first… and send you off to the officials first.” The little princess’s teeth chattered, and she could barely speak. “Alright, then grab me.” Pang Yu was very proactive, extending his hands together for her to tie. “Even if it really is the Smile-Induced Half-Step-Death Powder, you must have the antidote on you. I’ll arrest you first, then search you…” Pang Yu clapped his hands: “Good idea, good idea! I’m truly the first person in the world to commit suicide with the antidote on me.” The little princess looked frightened, clutching her clothes tightly, trembling and afraid to move. Pang Yu walked up to her with his hands behind his back: “Why aren’t you arresting me? Come on, I won’t resist.” The little princess bit her pearly teeth, pursed her pink lips and asked him: “You…you tell me, what…what…how will you help me…help me detoxify?” “Well…” Pang Yu thought for a while. “Did you see the big tree ahead?” “Yes.” “I’m leaving now, you’re not allowed to move here. Count from ’one’ to ’one thousand’ before you leave.” “And then?” The little princess’s eyes were red, as if she was about to cry. “I’ll write the method of interpretation under that tree, and you’ll see it as soon as you go over. But remember, if you run out before you’ve counted to ‘one thousand’ and something happens, I’m not responsible.” The little princess rubbed her reddened eyes and blew her nose in embarrassment. “I… why should I believe you? What if you don’t give it to me? Wouldn’t I be…” “You’re a princess! How dare I, a mere servant, lie to you? You already know about the servants of my Grand Tutor’s mansion. If I tricked the princess, would I have any future?” The little princess thought it made sense, and just as she was about to agree, Pang Yu started walking past her. The two were very close, and she could easily grab this annoying and hateful servant with a twist of her wrist. But Pang Yu was only looking ahead, leisurely whistling, not even glancing at her. The little princess stared at him fiercely, her small fists clenched tightly. If she sensed anything amiss, she would immediately “transform” into an angry little tiger and pounce on him to tear him apart. But Pang Yu walked with incredible ease, turning the corner without even a tremor in his shoulders. The little princess truly believed him, for she had never seen anyone lie so calmly. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Counting from "one" to "one thousand" wasn't actually difficult; normally, it would have been finished in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. But this time, with her life at stake, the little princess couldn't count quickly, and even missed two, forcing her to start over. "Nine hundred and ninety-seven, nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine..." When she reached the thousandth count, she dashed out, her little feet barely touching the ground as she leaped forward, reaching the tree almost instantly. Sure enough, she saw words drawn on the ground with a twig. There weren't many words, just four: —You're not poisoned. "Woo woo ... Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Disturbed Spring Dream "Hoo-hoo-hoo" "Hoo-hoo-hoo" "Hoo-hoo-hoo" In the super luxurious house in Chunmanyuan, which had a usable area of at least 200 square meters, on the mahogany couch that was big enough for Fourth Brother and eight or nine maids to make love, a series of snores came out with the rise and fall of Pang Yu's nose.

Fourth Brother is indeed Fourth Brother; his sleeping posture is incredibly handsome, even his snoring is majestic.
Isn't it?
He lies on his back, legs and arms spread out, resembling a living "大" (big) on either side of his body.
Don't underestimate this sleeping posture. Legend has it that when Zhu Yuanzhang recruited Liu Bowen, he struck this pose in front of him, with a carrying pole laid flat in front of his chest, resembling the character "天" (sky) from a distance. Then, he rolled over, slightly arching his back, his hands together, the carrying pole across his waist, forming the character "子" (son). Together, they form the character for "Emperor." Upon seeing the "Emperor," Liu Bowen was greatly astonished, recognizing this man's imperial bearing, and thus devoted himself wholeheartedly to following him, offering advice and strategies, ultimately leading to his imperial success.
Therefore, Fourth Brother's sleeping posture at this moment truly lives up to its reputation as a king!
"Huff—huff—"
"Huff—huff—"
"Huff—huff—"
The sun is already high in the sky, and Fourth Brother is still sleeping.
"Yes, he worked hard all night at the Prince of Beihai's mansion, breaking into the dungeon, investigating the evil god, and teasing the princess. He was really busy, so it's understandable that he got a good night's sleep after coming back. "
Undoubtedly, Fourth Brother is currently having a sweet dream, a dream with a woman. The best evidence is... well, if you have to interpret it as morning erection, that's not impossible.
"Fairy sister, come here, give me a hug, give me a kiss... Flower fairy, quick, quick, lick it, drink it all, drink it all... Good Xiuxiang, obediently open your legs, it won't hurt, Brother Pang will be very gentle..."
But with the above words, what kind of dream he's having is quite obvious.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a deafening gong sound reverberated in Pang Yu's ears.
His sweet dream vanished instantly, and the shock made Pang Yu reflexively jump up, almost falling off the bed.
"What the hell, who's bastard, banging a gong so early in the morning? Do they want to die?"
Pang Yu was truly enraged; it wasn't just a shout, he genuinely wanted to kill someone.
"Bang—" Before he could finish yelling, another loud bang shook the house .
" Ah ... "What's outside? A rebellion?" "No, no...they...those people..." Before Fubuki could finish speaking, a deafening shout suddenly rang out from outside. "Plead for the people! Severely punish Pang Yu!" ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Have you ever seen a demonstration? Have you ever seen a demonstration in front of someone's house? Have you ever seen a densely packed crowd of nearly a thousand people blocking the doorway of the most important official in the court? If not, then come to the Grand Tutor's Mansion. What's happening here will definitely open your eyes. (Reprinted from outside the Grand Tutor's Mansion) The once wide street was now so narrow that even one person could hardly stand. The crowd was incredibly dense, an unbelievable throng of people completely blocking the Grand Tutor's mansion. Leading the way were five burly men with red headbands, each carrying a large bronze gong, banging it repeatedly while chanting slogans, their breath coming in gasps and sweat. Behind them, dozens of long poles stood erect, some draped with cloth banners, others with penned slogans like "Severely punish Pang Yu, rid the people of this scourge," "Down with the princelings," and "Public trial by the people, uphold the law," along with tearful accusations of his past misdeeds written in bright red ink. Normally, this wouldn't be anything special; any moderately acclaimed war film depicting student demonstrations would be similar. The well-traveled Fourth Brother should have been used to it. But this time, it still enraged him, making him want to kill someone! The five men banging the gong were all familiar faces from the Prince's mansion. Two were among the thirty burly men guarding the prison last night, and the other three were the Prince's guards who had stood closest to him, even spoken to him, and ordered him to make way. Furthermore, those leading the chants, raising their arms, and keeping the beat were all "acquaintances" from yesterday, even Zhao Laoba and the short man he had kicked were involved. There were countless "plants" stirring up trouble in the crowd; upon closer inspection , it was the same group from that day. As if deliberately trying to provoke him, Zhao Yunbi "sent" almost everyone Pang Yu had met at the Prince's Mansion the day before into the parade. The instigators, instigators, and inciters of the ignorant masses chanted slogans and waved banners, their emotions surging. The shouts of "Plead for the people! Severely punish Pang Yu!" and the deafening drums and gongs rose in waves, echoing across the eight alleys—no, across eight alleys! Pang Yu climbed a ladder to the roof to look, veins throbbing on his forehead. Need I say more? This was revenge! A full-scale retaliation for his rampage at the Prince's Mansion the previous night!!! Because of his pride, Zhao Yunbi couldn't possibly let the fact that his humble servant had caused such chaos in the prestigious Beihai Prince's mansion spread, much less make a big deal out of it—his fourth brother's various exploits, whether it was breaking into the dungeon alone or harassing the little princess, if any one of them got out into the street… it wouldn't take long, within two hours, for the entire capital to know about it. How could Zhao Yunbi ever face anyone again, let alone lead the Prince's faction! But he couldn't swallow this insult. How could he tolerate a mere servant stepping on the Prince's head? Zhao Yunbi was shrewd, ruthless, and shameless. He must have received the news last night and rushed back to the mansion, yet in just three or four hours this morning, he had devised this insidious, vicious, and utterly despicable scheme. He instigated his men to incite the common people to march and demonstrate in front of the Grand Tutor's mansion. Who would be most enraged? Naturally, it would be the Marquis of Anle. And where would he vent his anger? As for the common people, they are not easily angered by the masses, and the Marquis of Anle is not that foolish. So who should they vent their anger on? Pang Si, of course. He caused a ruckus at the Prince's mansion, which provoked the furious retaliation, so he is responsible. It must be said that Zhao Yunbi's move was very insidious. He really understood his opponent perfectly and knew how to deal the greatest blow to the Marquis of Anle with minimal cost. —Is this massive march and demonstration merely retaliation against the Marquis of Anle? Wrong! This is just one step in Zhao Yunbi's plan. Taking advantage of Grand Tutor Pang's absence from the capital, he will amplify the impact of the incident and incite the indignation of the entire city's population. Although, at that time, the common people... or perhaps "foolish people" would be a more appropriate term, as long as they are not driven to the brink of despair, they are mostly submissive and easygoing, especially those living in the capital, under the emperor's nose. They know very well who they can and cannot offend, and what the consequences will be.

However, even lambs can bite when provoked. If Zhao Yunbi skillfully seizes opportunities to organize several such marches and rallies, and uses various methods to create conflict and friction, causing public resentment to boil over and become uncontrollable, even if Grand Tutor Pang returns, he won't be able to defy public opinion and insist that Kaifeng Prefecture acquit his son.
Zhao Yunbi calculated everything perfectly, except for one thing he never expected.
Pang Si was the Marquis of Anle, and the Marquis of Anle was Pang Si. And regardless of whether Pang Si or the Marquis of Anle was the same playboy and lecherous scoundrel he once was, he was… the protagonist who
had traveled from a thousand years in the future to the Song Dynasty… “…This is outrageous! The master isn't here, yet these unruly people dare to cause trouble at the Grand Tutor's mansion!” Pang Yu didn't fall for the trap, but someone else had lost their mind. Pang Fu, the head steward of the Pang family. This seventy-year-old man, who had served three generations of the Pang family for fifty years, this loyal and devoted servant who knew perfectly well that the young master had been staying in the mansion for a whole month without leaving, was furious when he saw so many unruly people distorting the truth and smearing the young master at the gate, and even running up to the mansion gate in groups shouting. He pointed at the crowd with trembling hands and shouted breathlessly: "Pang Fei—take the guards and beat these unruly people to death... to death! Pang Yidao—go to Kaifeng Prefecture to report to the authorities... hurry, hurry! Tell Wu Gongzheng to send... two shifts of yamen runners to arrest them all... huff huff, arrest them and throw them in jail... use the leg irons, branding irons, and nail boards, let them talk nonsense... huff huff— let them frame the young master!" "Frame your ancestors!!!" A thunderous shout rang out from the rooftop. Then a streak of silver light flashed across the lintel and slammed heavily to the ground with a "boom!" Startled, Pang Fei and Pang Yidao, who had just grabbed their weapons and were about to charge out, stumbled backward. At the same time, a tall, imposing, and handsome figure descended from the sky, landing steadily at the gate. His muscular arms spread wide, blocking everyone's path. Pang Fu was instantly enraged. How dare a mere new servant order the head steward around! "Pang Si, what are you doing? These people dare to tarnish the young master's reputation, they deserve... Ouch—" Pang Yu waved his hand, and the old man staggered away. Well, this was only because of his loyalty to his master; otherwise, the silver brick would have been smashed right in the face. "This is Zhao Yunbi's conspiracy! He's just waiting for us to make our move! If you send people to beat up these stupid commoners, the Marquis will look guilty, and we won't be able to explain ourselves no matter what!" Pang Yu shouted, and everyone was stunned for a moment. But soon, they showed the remarkable quality of the top echelon of the Grand Tutor's mansion's servants. In no more than ten seconds, Pang Fu, with his rich experience in struggle, was the first to react, slapping his forehead: "Yes, yes, Pang Si is right, the old man almost fell for the trap." — Pang Fu, the head steward, the Grand Tutor's right-hand man, how could he not be capable? Then the other stewards and stewards at the door also suddenly realized. Pang Yu was relieved. Excluding his incompetent subordinate, Chuixue, his incompetent brothers, and their incompetent subordinates, at least his home, his stronghold, the Grand Tutor's Mansion, still had a few stewards who were quick-witted and reasonably intelligent. As long as they remained calm and composed, there was no need to worry about their backyard suddenly catching fire while they were fighting with Zhao Yunbi and the Prince's faction. "Alright, alright, everyone go back," Pang Yu stepped forward without hesitation, taking charge as a first-class servant. "Let them shout, let them yell, just ignore it. Everyone calm down, calm down. The less anxious we are, the more anxious others will be. Everyone go have tea and wine, let them jump around and cause trouble." The others thought it made sense, and all eyes turned to Pang Fu. With the Grand Tutor absent, and the Madam and Young Master not yet out, the head steward was naturally in charge of issuing orders. What could Pang Fu say? Even he had only realized this after Pang Yu's reminder, so he naturally nodded in agreement. "Damn it, you bunch of bastards jumping around like that!" Just as the crowd was about to scatter, a deafening roar suddenly echoed from afar. Pang Yu looked over and almost had his heart stop. At the very end of the parade, on the main street leading straight to the imperial road, Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai led a group of burly men charging forward menacingly. Among them were fully armed guards from the Imperial Guard's mansion, as well as hired江湖人 (jianghu ren,江湖江湖人 ... When they were only a few feet away from the parade, Gao Yanei spat and brandished his seemingly hollow nine-ringed gold-backed broadsword, yelling, "You bastards! How dare you come to the Grand Tutor's mansion to frame my elder brother! Everyone, charge! Teach them a lesson!" "Break an arm, one guan! Break a leg, two guan! Cripple, five guan! Kill them, ten guan!!!" Qian Shicai followed closely behind, grabbing a handful of banknotes and waving them wildly. The burly men immediately turned red-eyed like wolves spotting their prey, howling, roaring, and howling as they charged towards the unsuspecting crowd! Pang Yu tried to stop them, but it was too late. Chapter Sixty-Eight: Dealing with the Young Woman and Beating Him! Beating Him! Beating Him! The guards of the Imperial Guards are beating people! The guards of the Imperial Guards are beating people! Don't give the troublemakers any chance. These great hooligans in official robes have inherited the glorious tradition of local ruffians. Pheasant, Foreskin, Brother Haonan—their spirits possessed him at this moment! The guards of the Imperial Guards represented the long history and tradition of the government oppressing the people. At this moment, he was not fighting alone; he was not alone! ... A tragedy was about to unfold, and Pang Yu began to silently explain. Yes, he didn't intend to stop it, because the surrounding crowd was noisy, and there were countless people in between. In just a few seconds, he simply couldn't do anything, and once a fight broke out, the scene would be even more beyond his control. But, however, surprisingly... Just as the urban management team stormed into the crowd of migrant workers and vendors—no, it was the princelings' personal guard, led by the Imperial Guards and mixed with江湖人士 (jianghu figures) and hooligans—the noise was deafening. Even with his sensitive ears, he couldn't distinguish any sound five meters away. Just then, a voice faintly shouted something in the distance, and then all the shouts, yells, and noise flowing from east to west abruptly stopped. Even the Crown Prince's personal guards, who were about to unleash a massacre, all stopped what they were doing and stood frozen in place. "What...what's going on?" Pang Yu was greatly surprised. He stood on tiptoe and looked around furtively, searching everywhere but finding nothing particularly ridiculous. But then, half a second later, a bizarre scene unfolded! Whether they were "plants" hired by Zhao Yunbi, ordinary people, or servants of the Prince's mansion mixed in with the crowd simply to annoy Fourth Brother, they all quickly and uniformly threw down their gongs, banners, cloths, and long poles, and then ran off in the same direction in unison! ?! Seriously?! Zhao Yunbi could have arranged this all? They all ran away before the fight even started! Just as Pang Yu was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that on the other side of the road, the princeling guards that Qian Shicai had hastily put together inside the cliff also dropped their swords, spears, and clubs in unison and followed the crowd... and started running! In less than a quarter of an incense stick's time, the main street in front of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, which had just been bustling with people and was on the verge of a bloody tragedy, suddenly became deserted.

Not to mention the people, not even a trace of them has vanished!
Including Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai, who had just been so loyal and willing to go through fire and water for their elder brother.
"Whoosh—" A gust of wind blew by, and the dozen or so stewards, stewards, and servants who were standing dumbfounded in front of the Grand Tutor's mansion felt a chill run down their spines.
"Wh...what happened?"
Pang Yu's lips twitched, his eyes blank.
Everyone stared at each other, none of them able to figure out what had happened.
"No no no no no no no no no, it couldn't be..." Chuixue interrupted from the side, her expression surprisingly excited, sweat beading on her forehead, and she even seemed to be gesturing wildly.
"It couldn't be anything!"
"Could it be that Nangong...Master Nangong is back..."
"Master Nangong?"
"It's Nangong Qinyi, Nangong Qinyi!" Chuixue said, and then suddenly took off running.
"That... the number one courtesan in the capital?"
Pang Yu vaguely remembered hearing Chuixue mention a woman named Nangong, who was said to be exceptionally beautiful and talented, renowned throughout the country for her musical skills. She was only eighteen, described as unparalleled in heaven and earth, almost surpassing even Chang'e on the moon. But hearing about her without seeing her in person was too much for him to grasp.
Fame? Fame was just hype and hype, unreliable. Fourth Brother only trusted his own eyes!
"No, not the capital, but the whole world... the number one courtesan in the world!" Chuixue's breathing quickened, his steps inching forward, seemingly unable to resist rushing out as well.
Not only him, but everyone standing at the gate, except for Pang Fu, who was nearly eighty and probably no longer able to get an erection, had eyes gleaming, each one more red than the last. It was estimated that if anyone stepped forward to lead the way, they would all be gone in less than a quarter of an incense stick's time.
Pang Yu was furious. "
Damn it, she's just a courtesan. Even if she's the best in the world, she's still a 'prostitute.' Even if she's as beautiful as a fairy, she'll still be fucked by a man. Why are you all so excited just because you heard she's back in the capital?
" "Yes, that's right! It must be Nangong Qinyi who's back! Only she... only she could make Master Gao and Master Qian abandon the Marquis and run away like that."
Chuixue continued to incite.
And the effect was surprisingly good; some people were already red-eyed and ready to step down the steps.
"Manners, manners!"
Pang Yu wanted to pound the ground. Just now he was saying that the stewards and servants of the Grand Tutor's mansion were of high quality, but what has become of them? Hearing that a woman has entered the city, they've all become red-eyed rabbits seeing grass?
Fourth Brother is very angry, and the consequences will be severe.
"Stop!" He shouted, his voice booming.
"As servants of the Grand Tutor's mansion, how could you... only think of yourselves! Pathetic! Pathetic indeed! Truly pathetic! The most famous courtesan in the land should naturally belong to the Marquis for his enjoyment and pleasure. How dare you even think of her? Bah! You don't even have this much awareness? Hurry up and slap yourselves in the face! Honestly, your moral standards are too low!!!"
The crowd blushed, unable to lift their heads after being scolded.
"Chuixue—"
"Yes, sir." "
Come with Fourth Brother and snatch Nangong Qinyi back to present to the Marquis!"
Pang Yu waved his hand and strutted out with a triumphant air.
Chuixue followed eagerly.
"Stop!" A fierce, feminine voice rang out behind Pang Yu.
Good heavens! Even Fourth Brother has women interfering with his affairs!!!
Pang Yu turned around, about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but after one glance, he was speechless!
Before him stood two beautiful young women in flowing skirts. The first, with a radiant complexion and a high-piled bun, wore a deep crimson floor-length skirt paired with a light blue shawl trimmed with lake green. Her waist was slender, her breasts high and full, and her snow-white skin smooth and delicate without a single wrinkle; the relentless passage of time seemed to have left no trace on her.
The second woman was even younger, dressed extravagantly, her hair adorned with tortoiseshell hairpins and pearl earrings, dazzling and radiant. Her meticulously styled high bun and delicately arched eyebrows exuded allure, especially her large, full breasts, which trembled and rose high, their shape undulating along the emerald trim of her bodice, as if they might break free at any moment to unleash their beautiful and unrestrained curves…
Pang Yu was speechless, not because he was attracted to her beauty.
As a cultured, refined, and ethical servant, even if the two young women were incredibly beautiful, he wouldn't have the slightest thought of desecrating them.
Seeing beautiful women and not daring to approach them—had Fourth Brother changed his ways?!
No, no, no, a man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life; Fourth Brother's "need" for beautiful women won't change until he's eighty.
Then why…?
Because the two young women are the concubines of his heartless father, Grand Tutor Pang, his second and third wives!!!
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"Mother—my mother—" From the backyard of the Grand Tutor's mansion came a series of heart-wrenching wails.
"I didn't mean to sneak out of the mansion dressed like this! I have my reasons, my reasons!!!" Pang Yu, still in bed late at midnight, lay sprawled on the soft couch, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, and… wait, there were no snot or tears; he had simply poured some tea into his palm and rubbed it on his face to pretend to cry.
"Yu'er, Yu'er!" Seeing her son crying so pitifully, the second wife, who was initially furious and about to give him a good scolding, immediately softened and said gently, "No matter how difficult it is for you, you can't disobey your father... disobey the master's wishes. The master won't let you go out, so you just stay in the mansion, be good, okay?"
Good boy, my foot! I'm not a three-year-old!
Feeling looked down upon, Pang Yu was furious and wanted to curse, but seeing the second wife's concerned and loving eyes, he felt a warmth inexplicably in his heart, and couldn't utter a single complaint.
"Yu'er, my good Yu'er, my darling—" the third wife interjected, calling him even more affectionately, and stepped forward to hug him tightly, "If you really can't resist wanting women, come to the third wife. You can choose any of the maids and servants around the third wife, and the third wife won't tell the master." "As long as you stay put and don't sneak out, Third Aunt will grant you anything..." Before she could finish speaking, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
Pang Yu was suddenly pulled into her arms, half of his cheek sinking into her high, firm breasts, the touch soft and warm, making his heart pound. After all, he hadn't had much contact with Third Aunt since "entering the mansion," and it was a little difficult for him to immediately recognize this beautiful young woman exuding a fragrant aura as his stepmother.
"Yes, yes, if that doesn't work, Second Aunt will just buy a few more from outside. As long as you stay put and don't go anywhere, I'll grant you any request." "
Mother! It's not that I want to go out and find women, it's..." Pang Yu leaned back, trying to create some distance—Fourth Brother was a man of principle, and he would never covet the status of a stepmother (concubine), "Second Aunt, Third Aunt, you just heard how that scoundrel Zhao Yunbi spread rumors and framed Yu'er." "Yu'er has no grudge against him, yet he wishes he
could kill me, skin me alive, tear me apart, and be torn to pieces by five horses before he's satisfied." When the second mother touched her son's strong body after his successful weight loss, the strong masculine scent made her blush. Remembering that as soon as the Grand Tutor left the capital, people came to the gate of the mansion to bully her son, she couldn't help but sob even more.
Pang Yu added fuel to the fire: "Mother—Yu'er has clearly reformed and turned over a new leaf, but Zhao Yunbi insists on bringing up those trivial matters from the past and even pinning baseless accusations on me... Ugh, where did Yu'er go wrong? Where did I offend him that he's making such a big fuss, determined to kill me?"
"What? Death! Yu'er, what's going on?" The second mother was also alarmed upon hearing this.
"Mother—you don't know! Zhao Yunbi, relying on the power of the royal family, has fabricated over a dozen baseless charges against me. He even incited the people to write a lengthy petition, demanding my life! If this continues, I'm afraid Father won't even return to the capital before His Majesty, pressured by the boiling resentment of the people, issues an edict to execute Yu'er!"
"No, no, even if Master is gone, there's still Li'er... Your Highness, even if you are truly guilty of an unforgivable crime, His Majesty will show special mercy and preserve the bloodline of my Pang family." The second mother said this, but her hands and feet were already a little flustered. It seemed that Pang Yu's words had swayed her and made her lose her composure—hmm, the first trick to dealing with women is to exaggerate the situation and scare them first, then it's easier to do anything else.
"Yu'er disguised himself and went out only to find out the ins and outs of the incident and expose Zhao Yunbi's conspiracy, definitely not to find women. These past few days I've only gone to, gone to..." He raised his hand, shamelessly showing his middle, ring, and little fingers without batting an eye, his face completely serious, "I've only been to three brothels, and I didn't ask any girls to stay overnight... Mother, my goodness, Yu'er gave up being a proper marquis and the emperor's brother-in-law, and disguised himself as a lowly servant to suffer all kinds of scorn, being inferior to everyone else wherever he went and unable to even lift his head, all for what? It's not just for myself, it's for the entire Pang family, for this family!!!"
He was so excited that he forgot himself, pounding his chest desperately to show that he had a clear conscience, almost banging his head on the ground.
"If Yu'er is convicted, what will people say?" Pang Yu's throat tightened, and tears welled in his eyes. "They'll say that Grand Tutor Pang failed in his duty to raise his son, that as the current chief minister, he can't even teach his own son properly; they'll say that his two mothers neglected to discipline him, allowing him to run wild outside; they 'll say that the feng shui of the Pang family's ancestral graves is bad, that such an unfilial descendant
was born!" Fourth Brother was undoubtedly a master of persuasion. After hearing these words, Second and Third Mothers' last bit of resentment towards him vanished instantly. Not only did they no longer blame him for leaving the manor without permission, but they were also delighted and genuinely "felt" that their son had grown up, become sensible, and thought of the family. He was no longer the playboy who only knew how to flirt with women and seek pleasure, but the most competent successor and heir of the Pang family!
With a thud, Pang Yu knelt down as if a mountain of gold and jade were collapsing, tears involuntarily wetting his cheeks. "My life is insignificant, but Father's reputation is paramount. For him, for my two mothers, for the entire Pang family, I would gladly face any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire. Mother—even if you try to stop me, I will go. I will risk my life to prevent Zhao Yunbi's scheme from succeeding! The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, heroes go forth never to return. If I never come back, I beg you every Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival..."
"Yu'er, go in peace!" His second and third mothers were moved to tears by his heartfelt speech, wiping away their tears with their handkerchiefs. "I will arrange everything in the manor, and I promise that this matter will not be known to your father. Go and investigate the case with peace of mind, without any worries. I will protect you no matter what happens!"
"Thank you, thank you, Mother!"
Pang Yu stood up, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with a thousand kinds of affection and ten thousand kinds of reluctance. He hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and strode out of the inner hall.
The moment he stepped out the door, his handsome face, though filled with sorrow and longing, instantly became incredibly handsome. He took out a handkerchief, wiped the tea stains off, and tossed it aside with a snap of his fingers.
Mother, all done.
Target: Nangong Qinyi, let's go! Go!!!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Great Song Dynasty at Seventy Yards, Fourth Brother's Affection

. Sorry for the long wait, here's the update.
"Lord Marquis, didn't you say you were going to rob the Nangong family? Why aren't you in a hurry?"
On the street, Pang Yu strolled leisurely, fanning himself with a folding fan in one hand and carrying snacks in the other.
"In a hurry? Why should I be in a hurry?"
Pang Yu chewed on a candied hawthorn, his eyes wide as he asked him.
"No rush... Lord Marquis, if we go too late, we won't see Lady Nangong..."
"Pah!" Pang Yu spat on the ground, "This stuff has a pit, and they're selling it for five coins a string, they're ripping me off!"
After a while, he remembered that Chuixue was talking to him, and his eyes rolled.
"Is she going back to the capital or just passing through?"
"Of course she's going back to the capital."
"So she's not leaving, right?"
"Yes."
"You can run away, but you can't hide. Nangong Qinyi is in the capital, do you think I'm afraid I won't be able to get her?" Pang Yu glanced upwards, casually grabbed a piece of three-delicacy lotus pastry from a street stall, and put it in his mouth, crunching it. "Oh, this is good. Come on, pay up, take half a jin."
Chuixue obediently gave the stall owner twenty coins, and hurriedly chased after him with the paper bag of lotus pastries: "Lord... Fourth Brother, it's not like that. If we don't see her today, who knows when we'll have another chance."
"Why? Is Nangong Qinyi's place high-class? Am I not qualified to go in?"
"No, no, no, that's not it." Although Chuixue didn't understand what "place" or "sitting on a stage" meant, she had followed Pang Yu for a long time and could tell what her master meant just by looking at his eyes. "You don't know, Nangong Dajia in the capital... her Green Jade Pavilion... that place, that place is the dream of all the nobles, young masters, heroes and good men in Bianliang City to stay overnight; her boudoir is like a holy land for all the brothel
lovers in the world!" Chuixue swallowed hard, her eyes shining brightly. "If... if the Four Beauties of Pianxian Pavilion were the dream of all the mad bees and butterflies in the capital, then Nangong Qinyi is the goddess worshipped in the dreams of all the noble sons! Let alone sleeping with her... just hearing her play a tune on the zither is a blessing from ancestors for eight generations!"
...
Chuixue talked for a long time in a daze, but her master didn't respond. She looked closely and saw Pang Yu munching on lotus pastries, crunching away with great gusto, wiping his mouth from time to time.
"What you've said has to do with the fact that if you're late, you can forget about seeing Nangong Qinyi?" After he'd almost finished eating (he'd rushed to the door as soon as he got up, and then rushed out without having breakfast), Pang Yu pouted and asked slowly.
"Yes, of course it does," Chuixue said anxiously.
"Nangong is the goddess in the hearts of all the young masters and rich kids in the city... no, in the hearts of all the people in the city. When she meets guests at the Green Jade Pavilion, they all have to complete three difficult questions from her first. Just the poetry and couplets alone..." Chuixue scratched her head and chuckled dryly, clearly convinced that her master was semi-illiterate and shouldn't even think about playing any challenges.
"Damn, she's giving me questions? What is this? I'll just barge in." Although Fourth Brother considered himself exceptionally talented, when it came to playing quizzes—playing with Nangong Qinyi might be a little interesting, but to be serious with her maids and servants without even seeing her—that would be embarrassing for Fourth Brother.
"Fourth Brother!" This time, it was Chuixue's turn to get serious.
"I know, Fourth Brother, with your abilities, you wouldn't need to worry about offending any of the noble young masters in the capital. But if you were to trespass into the Green Jade Pavilion without permission and disturb the elegant pleasure of Lady Nangong's zither playing, then...that would be going against the entire capital, against everyone in the city."
"Fourth Brother—" Chuixue became increasingly frightened as she spoke, her legs trembling. "That Zhao Yunbi secretly set a trap for you, stabbing you in the back, spreading rumors, staging demonstrations, and even writing a ten-thousand-word petition, all to incite the people's anger. But if Fourth Brother insists on touching...touching Nangong Qinyi, I'm afraid the entire city...the entire city, except for Master's...confidants and cronies, everyone would oppose you, Fourth Brother."
"You mean..."
Pang Yu stopped chewing and grabbed him, pulling him close. "I pushed her—cough, I forced my way into Green Jade Pavilion to flirt with Nangong Qinyi, and the consequences are worse than being harmed by Zhao Yunbi?"
Chuixue nodded frantically.
"Bullshit!" Pang Yu was furious, completely furious. Who did he think Nangong Qinyi was? Charging into Green Jade Pavilion was worse than kidnapping a princess?!
Damn it, I don't believe it.
"Chuixue, let's go! Fourth Brother will flirt with her for you today! What Nangong Qinyi, what number courtesan in the world, I'll play with her if I want, push her if I want!"
Pang Yu puffed out his chest, looked ahead, and held his head high (this isn't contradictory, there's still a head below). He strode off with a proud and arrogant air.
After walking two streets and seeing a crowded area, Pang Yu was about to grab someone to ask Nangong Qinyi which way she was going back to her Green Jade Pavilion when a joyful shout suddenly came from across the street.
"Xiuxiang?"
Pang Yu, with his keen hearing, immediately recognized her voice. Looking towards the sound, he saw a slender, delicate figure standing opposite him—it was none other than Di Xiuxiang.
"Brother Pang—" Seeing her beloved Brother Pang right before her eyes, and recognizing her instantly, Di Xiuxiang's face lit up with a joyful, sweet smile. She eagerly ran towards him.
Just then, a commotion erupted by the roadside. A luxurious carriage sped down the street. Despite the heavy traffic, the driver showed no sign of slowing down, shouting "Giddy up!" and cracking the whip even harder. Pedestrians scrambled to avoid it, and many stalls on either side were overturned, scattering broken fruit and rotten vegetables everywhere.
Di Xiuxiang, overjoyed at seeing Pang Yu, focused only on running to him and throwing herself into Brother Pang's arms, completely unaware of the impending danger behind her. The
peaceful and prosperous Song Dynasty was about to witness a horrific tragedy. A
second-generation official, even more powerful than a rich second-generation, had stepped forward.
Fourth Brother! The dashing Fourth Brother!!!
With a thunderous roar, Pang Yu leaped forward, rushing between Di Xiuxiang and the carriage, fearlessly facing the oncoming tall horse.
One punch, just one punch!
Fourth Brother threw only one punch at the horse.
Although he hadn't practiced martial arts, his robust physique and imposing stature made dealing with a running beast a piece of cake. His steel-like fist struck the horse's neck, causing the horse, taller than a man, to neigh and veer to one side.
Good for Fourth Brother! Taking advantage of the horse's startled slowdown, he grabbed the harness tightly with both arms, forcefully pulling the speeding carriage back—no, not pulling, but kicking!
The horse's startled neighing startled Di Xiuxiang, who was standing nearby, completely unprepared. Her delicate body trembled, and she instinctively stepped back. Whether she tripped over a stone or twisted her ankle, her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
Fourth Brother, seeing this, was furious. He kicked the horse in the face, causing it and its carriage to overturn!
The onlookers were stunned, then erupted in cheers.
"Xiuxiang, are you alright?" Pang Yu rushed to her, bending down to ask with concern.
Di Xiuxiang shook her head, trying to stand up, but her ankle suddenly gave way, and she fell back down with a thud. She felt as if her foot bones were about to crack, and her knees were numb and painful. She trembled uncontrollably, and although she bravely held back her tears, her eyes were already red and swollen, making her look pitiful.
Pang Yu half-squatted down, lifting her sprained right ankle. Di Xiuxiang let out a soft "Ai," her slender, white leg already resting on his knee.
Their position was both close and undeniably intimate. Di Xiuxiang's worn-out cloth skirt barely covered her legs, and now they were almost entirely exposed to Pang Yu's gaze. Embarrassed, her face flushed crimson, and she dared not lift her head, remaining motionless as Pang Yu held her small foot, her heart pounding.
Pang Yu carefully removed her bare right foot from her straw sandal. Her delicate, smooth toes, like peeled scallions, were incredibly supple, the slight dust only accentuating the delicate, rosy skin. Her slender ankle and beautiful little foot resembled a miniature jade sculpture. Though her foot was smaller than his palm, it didn't appear short or plump; its proportions were perfect, almost fitting in his hand, making it irresistibly charming.
Di Xiuxiang's ankle was slightly swollen. She should have felt pain, but when Pang Yu touched it, it immediately went numb, tingling and soft, completely out of her control. Yet, it felt as if every tiny pore on her leg could feel the gentle touch of his large hand.
"It's alright, just a sprain, no broken bones," Pang Yu said, looking up at her with a smile, his expression filled with masculine concern. The girl's heart raced again, and she almost fainted from embarrassment.
"Let me rub it for you, it won't hurt in a bit, okay?" His gentle words whispered in her ear.
"Mmm," Di Xiuxiang replied obediently, biting her pink lips. She barely managed to suppress the aching embarrassment throughout her body, her voice barely audible. Poor thing, her little feet, which had only been touched by her father since birth sixteen years ago, were being held in the hands of another man for the first time. The meticulous kneading, with its penetrating heat, traveled from the soles of her feet up her slender calves and delicate buttocks, leaving her weak and breathless, her whole body tingling and itchy. The initial slight pain had long since melted away in Pang Yu's attentive care. If it weren't for the many people around and the fear of embarrassment, she probably would have groaned already.
"Pang...Brother Pang," Di Xiuxiang called softly, but the words startled her. She wasn't feverish or cold, so why was her voice hoarse and muffled, as if it were coming from her nose?
"It's still a little swollen here, but it'll be fine in a bit." Pang Yu rubbed and rubbed, unable to bring himself to let go of her little feet. His large hands moved restlessly upwards, sliding over her slender ankles and slipping under her skirt. He gently stroked her long, thin calves, fully enjoying the smooth, supple feel of her tender skin, which was not at all hard or thin, and the delicate texture of her skin, like that of a newborn baby. Gradually, he touched the sensitive and tender back of her knees.
Di Xiuxiang's cheeks flushed red. Pang Yu's gentle caresses (which should be called caresses) tickled her so much that one of her legs went weak and trembled, and even her bones felt like they were melting. She bit her gums until they ached, barely managing to suppress the wonderful feeling she had never experienced before. This stimulation was even stronger, and all she could think was, "Brother Pang... he's here... he wants me..." Her mind went blank, and she felt dizzy for a moment. She could no longer suppress the overwhelming shame and cried out, "Ahhhhh, ahhh!" Her whole body trembled, and she threw her head back and moaned softly, her little hands helplessly clutching the hem of her clothes.
Pang Yu lifted her small foot and gently breathed on her injured (although it was already healed!) ankle. Di Xiuxiang trembled as if she had been electrocuted, tilted her head back and moaned softly. Her lower body was wet and hot, as if she was about to melt into this enchanting and shameful scene. She couldn't help but pant: "Brother Pang, no... no... please..."
When a woman says no, she means yes!
Pang Yu understood this perfectly well. Besides, the woman had even used the word "beg." As a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant, he had no reason to refuse her normal physiological needs. He was just about to pick up Di Xiuxiang and find a nearby inn to properly "treat" her when he suddenly heard a cursing voice behind him: "You blind bastard! How dare you attack my prince in the capital! Guards, drag her out, chop off her hands and feet, and send her to the hunting grounds in the north of the city—to feed the dogs!"
Pang Yu turned around abruptly and saw that the carriage that had been lying on the ground had been propped up at some point. Inside, a noble young man in full finery sat, a large bump swollen on his forehead, his clothes somewhat disheveled. He was glaring at him with the same vicious look one would give a murderer.
Beside the carriage stood a weasel-faced servant, whose appearance clearly indicated he was no good. The servant was now pointing at him and cursing, but his gaze was fixed on Di Xiuxiang's fair legs, and…
under her skirt!

Chapter 70: Stepping on a Prince, Just for Fun

Pang Yu laughed, a radiant laugh!
The servant also laughed, his face contorted with lewdness.
"Oh, is this your sister? Those little white feet are so tender! It would be nice for me to play with them, hehe. She's just a bit too delicate. I wonder if that place can accommodate my... you know... hahaha—"
The servant laughed wildly, oblivious to the danger, uttering lewd words. His thieving eyes were fixed on Chai Xiuxiang's tattered, thin dress, as if he wanted to tear it off immediately.
Pang Yu's face still wore a radiant, wicked smile. Countless women watching couldn't see his fierce, frightening eyes due to the angle, and they all seemed infatuated. His handsome face, strong physique, wicked smile, and unrestrained, roguish charm were enough to "instantly kill" all the young women in Bianliang City!
—Of course, this was from the side.
"Ah Liang, don't say anything more to him, arrest him and kill him!" the noble young master in the carriage coldly snorted.
"The Prince gave the order, didn't you hear me!" The servant turned his head and shouted at the two guards protecting the carriage, his ability to bully others... well, it's no less than that of Chuixue and Gao Dawei! When he looked back, his gaze was still fixed on Di Xiuxiang's skirt, completely ignoring Pang Yu, who was a head taller than him.
Pang Yu had already considered humanely annihilating this guy, if it weren't for the fact that he called the noble young master "Your Highness."
-- Calling him Your Highness, then he's most likely a member of the Prince's faction. If
the Prince's faction angers Fourth Brother, they'll only suffer a fate worse than death!
"Your Highness? Your surname is Wang, the eldest son of the Wang family?" His eyes widened, looking completely bewildered.
"Insolence!" The noble young master, already furious from being thrown back to his knees by the overturned carriage, had he not been in a hurry to see Nangong Qinyi and would have already chopped the man into mincemeat. Now, enraged, he leaped down from the carriage, shouting, "I am a member of the Zhao clan, the Prince of Kuaiji, bestowed by His Majesty! Your attack on my carriage is tantamount to rebellion!"
Di Xiuxiang's face paled upon hearing this, and she shrank back in fear.
She knew that Brother Pang was a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, someone no one in the capital dared to offend. But this time, Brother Pang had overturned a prince's carriage to save her!
A prince versus a servant—the difference in status was obvious.
Di Xiuxiang looked timidly at Pang Yu, afraid he couldn't protect her and would be forced to hand her over to this enraged man—no, no, she wasn't worried about herself, but about Brother Pang!
She wondered, what would become of Brother Pang after offending the prince to save her? Would he still be able to continue working at the Grand Tutor's mansion? " Will there be any danger to your life?
" "No, there won't be." Pang Yu seemed to see through her thoughts, turning around and squatting down to gently stroke her delicate cheek. "With me here, no one can bully you."
Pang Yu stood up proudly, shielding Di Xiuxiang behind his tall and handsome frame.
The two were extremely close, the strong masculine scent filling Di Xiuxiang's nostrils, making her face flush red, her heart filled with intoxication. She couldn't help but lean against him, against that unyielding back, like a towering mountain.
Di Xiuxiang had always been very strong; she had never shed a tear, no matter how bitter or tiring life was. She was certainly not the kind of woman who depended on others, but when she discovered a man who could truly protect her, Di Xiuxiang still chose to rely on him. She suddenly felt that this feeling was wonderful, a gentle warmth lingering in her heart.
"Prince of Kuaiji... Zhao—Shi—Qing?" When comforting Di Xiuxiang, Pang Yu's voice was warm and sunny, full of older brotherly care. But when he turned to the noble young master, it suddenly became... like a taut metal wire, sinister and chilling, piercing the skull and making those around him tremble in their chests and abdomens.
Zhao Shiqing, being worldly-wise, wasn't immediately stunned: "It is indeed I, Your Highness. It seems you're not too stupid; at least you know who you've offended." With a wave of his hand, two guards immediately stepped forward to restrain him and deal with him on the spot. "Hmph, I'll take your whole family with me! Daring to overturn my carriage will have consequences!"
Damn! Speeding at seventy miles per hour was one thing, but daring to threaten the Grand Tutor and the Imperial Concubine.
Pang Yu glanced at him coldly, his smile carrying a murderous aura. The two guards felt a chill run down their spines as his gaze swept over them, as if their blood had frozen.
"Your men want to mess with my woman?" Pang Yu looked at Zhao Shiqing, his tone unexpectedly calm, yet carrying a chilling undertone.
"Mess with her? So what?" A chill ran through him, and just as he was about to step back, his vision blurred.
Pang Yu reached out and grabbed the servant A Liang by the neck, lifting him up.
"What are you doing... Let go, let me go!" A Liang screamed, his legs kicking wildly but unable to touch the ground, his breathing becoming increasingly labored, on the verge of rolling his eyes back.
"Hey." Pang Yu grinned, looking down at Zhao Shiqing with disdain.
"You don't mind if I break one of his arms, do you?"
"You...you dare!" Zhao Shiqing was almost scared to death by Pang Yu's fierce, murderous glare, but for the sake of his pride, he could only grit his teeth and endure. " That's true, even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. A personal servant being crippled in the street—and right in front of his master! If word got out, the Prince of Beihai would be a laughingstock.
" "How about one leg?" Pang Yu continued, seeking opinions.
"You…"
"Three ribs?"
"Still not enough? Then I'll smash half his face? Left or right, or… the lower half." Pang Yu grinned, raising his fist, as big as a vinegar jar, and waving it in front of A Liang.
A Liang was terrified, all the arrogance he'd displayed earlier vanished. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free and could only helplessly stare at his master. What
could Zhao Shiqing do? How could a useless prince who only knew how to eat, drink, be merry, and seduce women possibly fight against his wise and brave fourth brother? He'd given the guards a dozen times, but they were too scared to move. Should he go himself? He was lucky they didn't run away! What prince, what royal relative—in front of his fourth brother, they were less than a dog's egg!
"What, you don't agree? Fine, I won't touch any of those places." Pang Yu readily released him and put him down. A Liang barely had time to catch his breath when his chest tightened suddenly, and then he was lifted off his feet—no, Pang Yu grabbed him by the chest, lifted
him into the air, and then…and then slammed him to the ground. Before he could even react , A Liang was brutally slammed to the ground. "
Ah! " He barely had time to scream before Pang Yu raised his right foot and stomped heavily on his groin. "Ah ... " Aa ...

"Let me tell you," Pang Yu kicked out, nearly stomping on Zhao Shiqing's face. He leaned in close, glaring at him with a menacing look. The latter had probably never experienced such terror in his life; he trembled violently, almost wetting himself. If it weren't for the carriage behind him, he would have been a pile of mud long ago.
"Let me tell you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't dare to do. Don't think that you're just a lowly county prince; even a real prince, if you piss me off, I'll crush him to death!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of barely suppressed arrogance. Although it was extremely arrogant and boundless, none of the onlookers doubted that he was lying.
Di Xiuxiang stood behind Pang Yu at this moment. Unlike the terrified Zhao Shiqing, she felt her fourth brother's imposing presence, towering stature, and godlike extraordinary power. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Pang Yu's broad back, strong arms, and lithe legs, and the more she looked, the more she admired his heroic spirit and the more she was captivated.
Here, we can paraphrase a saying verbatim—when men look at beautiful women, they often stare at their pretty faces, red lips, soft breasts, and long legs, their hearts fluttering with boundless spring-like desire. But isn't it the same for women in love when they look at men?
"Ahhhhhhh!!! Your Highness, Your Highness…you must stand up for me…ahhhhhhh!"
Lying on the ground, A Liang continued to scream in agony. Not a single passerby showed him any sympathy; they all cast contemptuous and gloating glances his way. Zhao Shiqing, just an arrow's length away, wasn't unaware of his subordinate's pleas, but he hadn't even brought enough henchmen to protect himself, let alone care about the life or death of a dog.
"You...you...who exactly are you? Which...which family's servant are you? I'll find out...I won't let you get away with this!" Like all cowards who still try to act tough even after being trampled on, Zhao Shiqing questioned Pang Yu in a low voice, but his clenched teeth betrayed him completely, earning him only a burst of laughter from the passersby.
Pang Yu was still interested in leaving his name, his fourth brother's glorious achievements didn't care about adding another mark, but for this good-for-nothing, he considered it a waste of breath to say another word. He swung his fist and smashed it, instantly creating a large hole in the carriage Zhao Shiqing was leaning against.
"Go back and tell Zhao Yunbi that last night, Fourth Grandfather could wreak havoc in his mansion, and today he can just as easily humiliate his underlings in the street! Dare to play tricks on me? Believe me, Fourth Grandfather will wipe out the Prince's Party!"
"Ah!" Zhao Shiqing was shocked, "You...you...you...you are..."
"Bang—"
Pang Yu grabbed his head and shoved it into the hole, causing his eyes to roll back and he fainted on the spot.
After tidying everyone up, Pang Yu let go of her and swept Di Xiuxiang's limp body into his arms.
"Brother Pang, where are we...where are we going?" Di Xiuxiang's ears were burning red, and she was so shy that she shrank into his arms, too embarrassed to move. Her heart was pounding, and even her breath felt hot.
"To see Nangong Qinyi at Luqi Pavilion. After you marry into the Pang family, she'll call you 'sister.'"
Hearing the word "marry," Di Xiuxiang let out a soft moan and buried her head in his arms, her face flushed and her ears burning with embarrassment.
Pang Yu wanted to say a few more ambiguous words, then find a place to "deal with" her nearby, and then go find Nangong Qinyi to have a proper discussion about the philosophy of life. He hadn't gone two steps when a slender figure suddenly turned around under a tree ahead.
"I thought you were a good person, willing to get involved with the Prince's faction to save this girl, but it turns out you had dirty thoughts and wanted to take advantage of her." The slightly sarcastic tone was clear and melodious, like jade beads shattering.
Pang Yu squinted and the first thing he saw was a black veil used to cover his face.

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