[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 27

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Chapter 188 Teasing the Eldest Daughter of the Yang Family

Oh, what a beauty!
Her cloak, outer robe, thin silk blouse, and thin silk skirt were all fiery red, trimmed with purple cloud patterns, accentuating her slender waist, full breasts, and curvaceous figure. She wore red phoenix-head boots, a bright red embroidered gold apron around her waist, and red wristbands on her hands. Even the shaft of the silver spear stuck in the tree was dyed crimson, vying with her red attire. While
bright gold and purple are typically gaudy, on her they possessed a refined and ethereal beauty. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure, her vibrant red lips, her delicate, straight nose, and her long, curled, jet-black eyelashes all exuded a captivating allure. Combined with her fair skin, radiant beauty, and unique charm, she possessed a lively, light, and youthful allure, a touch of aloofness mixed with a touch of heroism, making her exceptionally alluring.
Noticing Pang Yu staring at her, the young woman wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, she proudly raised her head and demanded, "Little Six, speak quickly! Who is this person? Is he the assassin who attacked the emperor today?" "
M-Young Miss!" The red-clad junior officer hurriedly went to greet her and honestly explained Pang Yu's "background."
"A dog servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion?" The red-clad girl's eyebrows were mocking, her long, curved eyelashes and clear, almond-shaped eyes exuding arrogance.
"Tie him to a tree, let me shoot him a few times, kill him, chop him up and feed him to the dogs." The red-clad girl waved her hand, a cold smile playing on her lips, deciding Pang Yu's "method of death" without even looking at him. Damn
, this little vixen is arrogant enough! I haven't even settled the score with her for scaring me with that flying spear earlier, and she's already planning to strangle the most dashing young man in the Song Dynasty, the heartthrob Fourth Brother, right here in your Yang family's military camp?
Fourth Brother was furious, and the consequences would be severe. He immediately resolved to take this "young lady" under his wing, to ride her around and torment her, to teach her a lesson for daring to challenge him!
"Hey, brat, do you know who I am? Huh? Have someone chop me up and feed me to the dogs? Are you blind?!"
"You!" The girl in red was enraged. She stomped her foot, rushed over, pulled out the silver spear, and skillfully twirled it. She pointed it at Pang Yu, almost poking his nose, "For what you just said, if I don't chop you up and feed you to the dogs today, I'm not Yang Yan!"
"Yang Yan? Oh my, the character 'Yan' is so nice." Pang Yu started grinning again, using his usual way of teasing girls, shaking his head and saying, "There's a poem that says, 'The shimmering waves stretch for thousands of miles, where in the spring river is there no moonlight?' Paired with the young lady's elegant appearance, oh my, it's simply perfect."
"Hmph." "You think a few kind words will make me forgive you?" Yang Yan sneered, her face cold, yet a hint of smugness shone through, making her face even more radiant.
Pang Yu immediately spotted the brat's weakness, saying, "How can that be kind words? It's the truth, the absolute truth! Miss, you are naturally beautiful, stunningly elegant, like a lotus emerging from the water. You truly live up to your name! Tsk tsk tsk, why don't you stay in the capital and go to the border battlefield? That way, the tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the border can put away their weapons and let their horses graze freely, no longer having to toil so hard."
"Why? Why?" Yang Yan was somewhat delighted by her words and couldn't help but ask.
"If Miss stands on the city gate tower, wouldn't all those barbarian hordes be captivated by your beauty? If the Liao Kingdom has no living men, wouldn't the border be peaceful?" "So, Miss, your arrival can easily bring at least one or two decades of peace to our Great Song Dynasty. It's truly a blessing for the people and the nation!"
Yang Yan finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, her cold expression completely gone. "You...you know how to talk, but don't think I'll let you go just like that." With a flick of her wrist, the silver spear was swiftly withdrawn, her crimson skirt fluttering in the wind. At first glance, she did indeed resemble the heroic figure of Mu Guiying.
Pang Yu took the opportunity to feast his eyes. Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm not just making this up when I praise Yang's girl. I won't comment on her face, but just her long, shapely, and well-proportioned legs...oh my, they're simply the most exquisite treasure of her entire body. You might not find one like her among a hundred...no, a thousand or ten thousand beauties. There was one, if only I could hug her, caress her tenderly, then hold her beautiful legs around my waist, embrace her face to face, or have her sit in my lap with her back to me, her beautiful legs spread apart, like Guanyin sitting on a lotus, that would be worth dying for...
Yang Yan was secretly delighted by what he said, her cheeks flushed like peaches, when she suddenly realized that this man was actually looking at her lower abdomen, leering and smiling, clearly with ill intentions. Instantly, her eyebrows shot up, and she scolded, "Hey, where are your thieving eyes looking!" "Although her tone was fierce, her fair face flushed red, as if bathed in peach blossoms.
Pang Yu chuckled mischievously, becoming even more excited as he spoke: "Naturally, I was looking at the eldest young lady. The eldest young lady is exceptionally beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, and possesses superb martial arts skills. In our Great Song Dynasty, there is no other female hero as beautiful and heroic as the eldest young lady. I truly wish I could stay in the army and be by the eldest young lady's side at all times. Ah, how come I never saw the eldest young lady in the capital before? If I had had the chance to see her beauty earlier, I would have really been waiting outside the Tianbo Mansion every day, just hoping to catch a glimpse of the eldest young lady. Who would have bothered with the courtesan competition?" "
Not content with just words, Fourth Brother then began to hum as if no one else was around: 'Always pretending to be casual, waiting outside your gate, hoping for your beautiful figure to walk towards me from afar...'
Yang Yan couldn't stand his praise and retorted, 'You...you shouldn't talk nonsense. I'm not that beautiful...so beautiful...I was sent to Taiyuan to learn martial arts when I was seven years old. This is my first time returning to the capital after completing my studies. Why are you asking this? A servant doesn't have the right to interfere in my affairs!'" "Her haughty demeanor couldn't hide her shy joy; her face flushed crimson, even her earlobes glowed with a vibrant peach-pink. A pampered young lady had instantly transformed into a coy, affected girl.
No wonder! I was wondering how the Yang family had such a beautiful young lady, and I had no idea."
Pang Yu thought smugly, figuring out that with his fourth brother involved, there was no way he couldn't get something out of her.
The Yang family army… the Prince's faction… assassins… hehehe.
A sinister plan formed in his mind. Just as he was about to continue questioning her to find out more about the Yang family army and the Tianbo Mansion, he suddenly heard a gentle, melodious, clear voice from ahead: "Yan'er, it's so late, why aren't you asleep? What are you doing out here all alone?"
Pang Yu looked in the direction of the voice and almost burst out laughing. "
Holy crap, am I possessed today? Another beauty!"

(Chapter 189: Yang Paifeng's Blushing)

Under the hazy moonlight, a slender woman gracefully approached, long legs, a slim waist, and a tall figure. She wore a white martial arts uniform, a wide black warrior's belt tightly binding her incredibly thin waist, and a dark red cloak. Her figure was graceful and agile, instantly captivating.
She appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, perhaps "old" in ancient times, but she wasn't dressed as a woman, suggesting she was unmarried. Moreover, from Pang Yu's modern perspective, this age was a woman's prime!
Seeing the woman emerge from the tent, Yang Yan warmly greeted her.
“Aunt Paifeng, you and Mother have been busy for two days and two nights eliminating the assassins. You should rest earlier than Yan’er. If you ruin your health, there will be no one to practice shooting with Yan’er in the future.”
Aunt Paifeng, Yang Paifeng, Huo Shuai!?
Pang Yu was shocked. He looked closely and indeed saw that Yang Paifeng had the heroic bearing of a woman. Her long, black hair was shiny and black. If it were down, it would make her fair skin look even more beautiful. However, she only tied her hair in a boy’s bun and tied it with a white hero’s scarf. Her eyebrows, as black as silk, flew up to her temples, and her almond eyes were clear and bright. She was charming with a touch of heroism. Her appearance was no less than Yang Yan’s.
Pang Yu stared at her. Yang Paifeng held Yang Yan’s small hand and whispered a few words in her ear. Then she turned her gaze to him: “This is… ah, it’s you!”
"What, Fire... Sister Yang, do you know me?" Pang Yu almost called out "Fire Commander," but judging from Yang Paifeng's tone... although it was just a few words, she was shrewd, capable, and poised, completely unlike the willful and shrewish fire-tending girl he remembered. He couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Could it be different from the stories in the novels? Had the Fire Commander become a gentle older sister instead of the "fiery" one?
"You're so disrespectful! How dare you call me 'sister'?" Yang Yan glared at him, calling Yang Paifeng "Aunt."
"Lord Anle," Yang Paifeng turned around and said to him neither humbly nor arrogantly, "This junior officer in the army was ignorant and mistakenly invited you to the camp. The entire Yang family army is truly sorry. I, Paifeng, apologize to you on behalf of the Marshal." She clasped her hands and bowed to Pang Yu, making the junior officer in red dumbfounded and filled with regret. He thought to himself, "What kind of important person did I just bring back? Even the Second General is so kind to him!" Little did they know, this time the Emperor personally ordered the Eighth Prince to oversee the capture of the assassin and the annihilation of the Southern Tang remnants. The Grand Tutor's Mansion, Kaifeng Prefecture, and their Yang Family Army were cooperating for the first time. Although the Yang Family Army was at odds with the Grand Tutor's Mansion, they were ultimately serving the Song Dynasty with loyalty to the Emperor and patriotism. Now, the female assassin was still not captured, and the Southern Tang remnants' stronghold remained a mystery. If internal strife broke out, disrupting the three-way cooperation, it would be even more uncertain when they could finally wipe out the Southern Tang remnants. Yang Paifeng, considering the bigger picture, certainly didn't want to antagonize the Grand Tutor's Mansion's powerful figure because of Yang Yan's arrogance or the red-clad officer's mistaken arrest—she had accompanied Mu Guiying to Jinming Pond and witnessed Pang Yu's dazzling display of power; she knew his formidable skills. This was the first time in her life that Yang Paifeng had yielded, and it was today, to this man!
Looking at the charming Yang Paifeng apologizing to him, Pang Yu found her increasingly alluring. Well, indeed, Yang Paifeng wasn't like Nangong Qinyi, Zou Xiyun, or Hua Xiangrong—whose beauty was immediately striking and unforgettable. Instead, she possessed a unique charm and temperament that could deeply attract you.
Perhaps she had once been that fiery, temperamental, and unruly fire- tending girl, but now, having left her girlhood behind, she had become composed, capable, quiet, and dignified. Her focused and determined gaze when she spoke conveyed not only her captivating beauty but also a decisive boldness that rivaled any man's, fearlessness, and unwavering self-confidence, as if she were absolutely certain of the correctness of everything she did. Her jet-black, lustrous hair, fair and delicate skin, slender and well-proportioned figure, and deep, long phoenix eyes beneath her elegant, arched eyebrows, combined with a faint, natural fragrance, created her distinctive and captivating charm. A
beauty with a strong personality—that was Fourth Brother's initial assessment of Yang Paifeng upon their first meeting.
"Your Yang family army forcibly arrested me, threatening to teach me a lesson, yet now you're just letting me go. General Yang, is this how you conduct yourself... Hmph, that's a bit much, isn't it?" Pang Yu puffed out his belly, casually tossing his head and touching his nose. "Yes, I have a good temper and can overlook minor transgressions, but if this becomes a habit, and your Yang family army keeps arresting and threatening people at will, how will Tianbo Mansion maintain its standing in the capital? Won't the Yang family army become a laughingstock?"
Yang Paifeng smiled faintly, easily handling the situation. "That's not something you need to worry about, Marquis. This mistaken arrest only happened once; it will never happen again."
"Oh. General Yang, you have quite the nerve."
"It's not that I'm being arrogant, but that's always been the Yang family army's code of conduct." Yang Paifeng's expression turned solemn as he slowly said, "Any mistake can happen once, but it will never be tolerated again."
"And what if it happens again?"
"Military regulations will apply."
Pang Yu sneered upon hearing this. "Military regulations? Hmph, that sounds nice. But isn't it still up to your Yang family army to handle things themselves, loosening the rules as you please? Who can learn from this experience?"
Yang Paifeng looked at him, her clear eyes flashing with a firm and profound light, and said, word by word, "The Yang family army's regulations, passed down from our ancestor, Commander Yang, consist of seven volumes, thirty-eight articles, and two hundred and fifty-four clauses. For over sixty years, no one has ever dared to disobey orders. This is common knowledge throughout the land. If Lord Anle doesn't believe it..."
"I believe it." Pang Yu, unusually, didn't contradict her, and immediately asked, "Then may I ask General Yang, what crime is it for soldiers to disturb the people? What crime is it for overstepping authority to arrest the Marquis? If both crimes are punished, how should they be dealt with?" Only then did Yang Paifeng realize that she had fallen into his trap and been drawn in. However, her pretty face showed no panic. She bit her rounded lips, smiled faintly, and calmly replied, "The search of Qixiufang was carried out on the orders of the Eighth Prince, and under the pretext of searching for the young master of the Yang family. It had no impact on the guests, so the charge of disturbing the peace is unfounded. As for overstepping my authority to arrest the Marquis… I'm sorry, the Yang family army has been stationed at the border for a long time and does not recognize the Marquis. The Marquis himself has not revealed his identity. Ignorance is no excuse. These two accusations would not be grounds for conviction even if they were brought before Judge Bao."
(What a sharp tongue!)
Pang Yu was secretly astonished by Yang Paifeng's eloquence. Wasn't she just a kitchen maid in Tianbo Mansion? How could she be so sharp-tongued?
"Hmph. Even if he didn't disturb the people or offend me, what can I do with threats, intimidation, and coercion? Along the way, this little sixth brother of your army kept clamoring to do this and that to me, saying he'd teach me a lesson and let me taste the power of the Yang family army. Ah, what kind of power is this? Whipping? Caning? Or sending me to the battlefield as a live target to be shot at? It's all thanks to General Yang that I was here, otherwise my life would have ended in the Yang family army camp. And also, it's all thanks to the Emperor's wisdom that he bestowed upon me the title of Marquis for a day, which makes my identity clear so you wouldn't dare to act recklessly. If an ordinary person were arrested, their family would probably be sent to some border place to build cities, fortresses, move logs and stones, or do hard labor to collect their corpse."
----I'm not going to stop that immortal protagonist!
I'll save his life... no, it was Yang Paifeng who stopped the eldest daughter of the Yang family from committing murder.
Her attack was incredibly fast! Yang Yan's flying spear was a foot away from Fourth Brother's chest when Yang Paifeng finally made her move. The Flying Phoenix Spear was an inch away from his chest when she struck it back with her staff, and it didn't just fly randomly, it flew back into Yang Yan's hand.
What great martial arts! What great martial arts!
Fourth Brother almost exclaimed in praise. This was definitely the fastest and most beautiful girl's attack he had ever seen, except for the Fairy Sister.
If he could take these two women under his wing, one openly and one secretly by his side, then who would he have to fear in the future? \*\/\
Before Pang Yu could finish his daydreaming, Yang Paifeng had already disarmed Yang Yan and dragged the eldest daughter of the Yang family, who was frowning, pouting, and glaring at him fiercely but was still very beautiful, to Pang Yu.
"Yan'er, hurry up and apologize to Marquis Anle." "
Bah, what Marquis Anle, just a worthless servant!" Miss Yang wanted nothing more than to pounce on him, to kick him to death, but Aunt Paifeng held her down. She couldn't muster any strength.
"Yan'er, don't be silly. Young Master Pang's title of Marquis is bestowed by the Emperor..."
"So what? Even if his master came, I, this young lady, would still teach him a lesson!"
"Yan'er!" "
Aunt Paifeng, let me go, let me go! If we don't teach this scoundrel a lesson, he'll really think the Yang family is easy to bully!" Yang Yan struggled desperately, but Yang Paifeng wouldn't let her go, forcefully pushing her in front of Pang Yu. She said softly but solemnly, "Marquis Anle, my Yan'er is ignorant. If she has offended you... could you please be magnanimous and forgive her? Don't take it to heart." "
Wow—what a sharp tongue! If I were to argue with this, I'd look like a petty person."
Pang Yu, of course, wouldn't be easily swayed. He put his hands in front of his chest and snorted, "Oh, you almost killed someone with your sword and spear, and a simple 'great men don't hold a grudge' will do you the job? Fine then. From now on, if I see someone I don't like on the street, I'll beat them half to death, get arrested and taken to Kaifeng Prefecture. When Lord Bao interrogates me, I'll say I was taught by Miss Yang. Anyway, no one died, and I can just say 'great men don't hold a grudge' and everything's fine. Right?"
Seeing his persistent pestering, Yang Paifeng grew annoyed. Throughout the Tianbo Mansion, besides the Old Madam, she had always doted on Yang Yan the most. From the time she was a kitchen maid, she had spoiled her rotten, often bringing her various gifts from the kitchen to please the little girl. Later, as Yang Yan grew up and stopped causing trouble at home, she, as her aunt, always had to clean up the mess. This time, to maintain the overall situation and not disrupt the cooperation between the Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Yang Family Army in their efforts to eliminate the traitor (the rebel), she forcibly pressed Yang Yan down, demanding she apologize to Pang Yu. She already felt very guilty, but Pang Yu remained sarcastic and confrontational, which was really going to provoke her old temper from when she was a kitchen maid. "
Trying to mess with a kitchen maid? Do you believe I'll stab you to death with a fire poker?"
"Do you want me to beat Yan'er with a military rod too?" Yang Paifeng raised her eyebrows, her bright eyes suddenly flashing with a fierce spirit as she met Pang Yu's provocative gaze.
"No, no, no, that won't do." Pang Yu waved his hand with a smile, surprisingly ignoring her flirtatious tone. He chuckled, touching his nose, "I'm the kind of person who cherishes women. Miss Yang is so young, beautiful, and charming; how could I bear to let General Yang's rod slam into her round, beautiful buttocks?" As he spoke, he gestured, slightly lifting his foot and turning his head, his lecherous eyes following Yang Yan's fiery red silk robe down to the bulge at the back of her skirt.
"What are you looking at?" Yang Yan roared at him fiercely, her pink face flushing red again.
“How can it be considered blind looking? It’s considered open looking, careful looking, serious looking, looking with an appreciative eye.”
“You!”
“Hey, hey, hey, Miss.” Facing Yang Yan, whose cheeks were flushed red and who was almost burning up, the thugs and ruffians in Taiyuan who had witnessed the might of Miss Yang would probably wet their pants in fear, but Pang Yu could still laugh, a sly smile on his face. “You should know that women are born to be appreciated and admired by men. Only when they lie in a man’s arms can they radiate their most brilliant brilliance. Do you want to have a face that no one wants to look at? A body that is worse than a pig’s? People will run away when they see you on the street.”
Of course, Yang Yan didn’t want that, but responding to him with an “uh-huh” was tantamount to asking to be looked at, wasn’t it? Her burning cheeks turned even redder, as crimson as Su Mu’s skirt.
“Enough!” Yang Paifeng suddenly interrupted him, a glint of fire flashing in his heroic eyes. It seemed that his patience had reached its limit, and he was ready to teach someone a lesson with his fiery temper from back then.
"Enough! Enough! You think you can just leave me like this after grabbing me!"
Fourth Brother wasn't afraid of her at all. He braced himself, ready to argue with Yang Paifeng and see who was in the wrong, when suddenly a deep, aged voice rang out behind him, uttering two words—"Enough!" "Enough..." Fourth Brother didn't even think, turning around to shout, but then suddenly fell silent.
The one who shouted "Enough!" was Black Heart Old Man.
His mortal enemy! Why was Black Heart Old Man at the Yang Family Army camp?!
Pang Yu was puzzled when Black Heart Old Man waved his hand, and two bodyguards rushed to his side like lightning, one grabbing his left hand and the other his right, dragging him away.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on? What's happening, Black...Grand Tutor, what have I done wrong?"
Grand Tutor Pang's face was dark and sullen. No matter how he shouted, he wouldn't answer. It was like this the whole way. Fourth Brother's voice was hoarse from shouting, but his father still didn't speak. Trying to run away? Sorry, there were guards everywhere, and...
gleaming knives.
It wasn't until they returned to the Grand Tutor's mansion, until he was dragged into his black-hearted father's study, until everyone else had retreated, that the black-hearted father finally uttered a harsh sentence to him with a dark face.
"You've caused trouble, a catastrophe!!!"

Chapter 191 The Black-Hearted Father's Complete Outburst

... A catastrophe!?
Pang Yu was slightly startled, thinking that the black-hearted father was deliberately trying to scare him, but...
the black-hearted father's expression was very serious, not at all like he was faking it!
"Father, there's no need to make such a fuss..." Pang Yu stopped mid-sentence, his heart skipped a beat, because his black-hearted father's face showed no sign of improvement, only growing darker and darker!
Pang Yu's heart clenched, thinking, "Could it be that the Seven Show Pavilion has been exposed, discovered to be the lair of the Southern Tang remnants, and my plan to send away the Yang family army and protect them has been revealed?!"
Good heavens, this is worse than the sky falling down!!!
Pang Yu panicked instantly.
It wasn't that he was afraid of what might happen to him. What could he do? Unless someone personally led a charge into the imperial palace, who would dare touch a hair on his head? What his fourth brother feared was that Zou Xiyun, whom he had only slept with for one night and had just experienced the greatest pleasure of his life, would be arrested or escape—wouldn't that be a huge loss?
"Father, don't worry, I'll take responsibility for my actions. Whatever happens, I'll handle it all myself! Father, do you have any connections in the Ministry of Justice? What about the Court of Judicial Review? Do you have any cronies there? I think..."
*Smack!* The heartless father slammed his hand heavily on the table, nearly knocking Pang Yu to the ground.
"Father, Father, Father, what's wrong? What happened?" The room was dark, and the father's face was as black as if it were covered in charcoal. He sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously.
*Smack!* Another slap, this time with his left hand, making not only the table and shelves shake, but the entire room seemed to tremble.
"Imperial son-in-law? A common thing. Who cares? At least it should be two sons-in-law marrying two princesses, three or four is fine too, I'll take them all! My good son, you're truly ambitious. Ambitious indeed!!!" Grand Tutor Pang pounded the table, his beard bristling with anger, his face contorted with a look of utter disappointment.
"Hehehe. Father, you flatter me. I just want to marry a few more wives, have more children, cast a wide net, so you can hold your grandson soon...no...it's just..." She couldn't continue, her heartless father's eyes blazing with fury.
"You! How dare you! You don't know. Marrying a princess is such a blessing, such glory! You are the Grand Tutor's son. To have the Emperor bestow his princess upon you is a blessing from your ancestors. You should burn incense! You, you, you, you...you actually said such treasonous things in front of so many people!"
Pang Yu was stunned. He hurriedly explained, "No, Father, I only told one person—Ren Huang, I curse your ancestors, you dare betray me, I'll chop you up and feed you...slap!"
Before he could finish the word "feed the dog," Grand Tutor Pang slapped his son hard across the face.
"Father, why are you hitting me?!" Pang Yu was stunned. "I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!" Grand Tutor Pang jumped up and slapped him again.
Pang Yu quickly blocked the blow, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Father, how have I been unfilial? I just made a few casual remarks, it's nothing, anyone can talk big these days."
"Talk big! I'll teach you to talk big!!!" Unable to hit his son's face, Grand Tutor Pang grabbed an inkstone and was about to smash it over his son's head. "Why did you have to say that to yourself... sigh!" Grand Tutor Pang was really about to smash it, but suddenly remembered his deceased wife and the important task of continuing the Pang family line. He simply couldn't bring himself to do it. With a thud, he slumped back into his chair, covering his forehead and letting out a heavy sigh. "
Enough, enough!" Grand Tutor Pang slammed his fists on the armrests of the chair, but the blows became lighter and weaker, making Pang Yu increasingly believe that his heartless father had gone mad today.
Isn't that right? He yelled at Ren Huang a couple of times, so what? What could he possibly do? A servant from a princess's residence, could he really spread rumors everywhere and get them to the emperor's brother-in-law's ears? And then be charged with treason or reckless speech? Bah, who would believe that? Based on the words of a mere servant, he thinks he can accuse the dignified Marquis Anle? He's dreaming!
"Do you really remember everything that happened before your serious illness?" Grand Tutor Pang suddenly asked, staring intently at his son, making him feel a little uneasy.
"I remember...of course I remember...Father, Aunt, Pang Fu, they all remember, and the Pang family mansion where I've lived for sixteen years since I was little."
"Bang!" Grand Tutor Pang slammed his fist on the table again, almost jumping up to smash a chair across his face. "The Pang family mansion, the place you live in now, was built in less than ten years!"
"Ah!? Father, then...then...I remembered wrong, I remembered..."
"How much did you remember?!"
"No...I remembered a lot...a lot..."
"And how much didn't you remember?"
"Not...not much..."
"Bang!" Another hard slam, nearly flipping the table over. "
Dad, doesn't your hand hurt from slamming like that?
" Pang Yu was about to offer some concern when his heartless father abruptly stood up, looking down at his son with a very, very serious, very, very solemn, and completely unyielding expression.
"Listen to me!" The heartless old man grabbed him by the chest, almost lifting him up.
"Starting tomorrow—no, starting right now—you're staying right here in the manor, and you're not allowed to go anywhere! We'll talk after I find the imperial physician to cure your amnesia. If you dare sneak out, I'll break your legs!!!"
The gauze curtains swayed, the incense wafted, and the exquisitely carved rosewood bed was draped with lotus-colored gauze on all four sides. Under the flickering lamplight, the embroidered chamber was filled with a palatial, dreamlike atmosphere, a stark contrast to the elegant ambiance of the brothel. In a corner diagonally opposite the window, two figures were entangled, both nestled in the soft, embroidered couch.
Beneath her was a beautiful young woman with disheveled hair, her alluring curves partially concealed by the embroidered quilt, her full, rounded breasts pressed between her body and the sheets into plump ovals. Her full, rounded buttocks were arched high by the man, trembling violently with his thrusts. Accompanied
by high-pitched, ecstatic panting, the man's hands had already hooked the girl's slender legs, his strong body thrusting violently. Each thrust pulled at her tender buttocks, making a slapping sound, beads of sweat seeping from her fragrant skin, sliding down her smooth waist and hips to her thighs, seemingly echoing the man's ecstasy behind her.
The man on top of her was handsome, wantonly violating the struggling woman's body from behind, occasionally thrusting with unspeakable pleasure, a smug smile on his lips.
That face, that smile, who else could it be but Fourth Brother!
The black-hearted father's warning was ignored!
Fourth Brother, like everyone else, sneaked into the Seven Show Pavilion, riding on the body of the newly appointed courtesan, the beautiful Zou Xiyun, indulging in pleasure.

Chapter 192: Entwined in Bed with Xiyun

"Ah...uh...ahhh..." Her snow-white, round buttocks rose high, and suppressed yet uncontrollable moans emanated from Zou Xiyun's heaving breasts, ending in trembling breaths.
At fifteen, Zou Xiyun was by no means a wanton, pleasure-seeking woman. On the contrary, gentle and elegant, with a dignified air, she received a courtly education far exceeding that of any other young lady from a prominent family in the capital. Under such influence, she was always calm and composed, unflappable in any situation, generous and courteous, never revealing her emotions, and always polite and considerate in her interactions.
Her noble bearing was even comparable to that of Princess Nangong Qinyi!
But today she was a different person. Her stunningly beautiful face was flushed red, her charming and innocent eyes were shyly closed, and she was panting softly. Her reddened skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her slender waist swayed like a snake, responding to the man's caresses. Below her soft, white belly, two long, smooth, white breasts slowly opened and closed, seemingly unable to bear the torment of lust...
The man behind her, who had completely conquered her in just one night, relied on his extraordinary talent and superb skills to constantly tease her sensitive parts, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure, yet unable to stop. His penetration was sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. His relentless onslaught brought her to the brink of ecstasy amidst her frantic screams, only to be abruptly withdrawn, leaving her desires unfulfilled. Just as she calmed down and managed to suppress her throbbing lust, regaining a semblance of shame, another rapid and forceful intrusion pushed her to the peak again. At the very moment of climax, it abruptly ceased, leaving her both ashamed and angry.
"So...so shameful! I...I can't! This...this is too...ah...ah------!" Zou Xiyun shook her head violently, sobbing. She tried to cover her lower body, but Pang Yu grabbed her wrist. He grinned and forcefully pried her open, his strong body pressing against her from behind, his breath hot against her ear. Zou Xiyun's nerves, stretched to the breaking point, instantly snapped. Never before had she been in such a shameful position; she wanted to escape, but there was no way to. Desperately yielding, yet still not enough, her mind blank, only the soft moans of
her slightly parted
, rosy lips,
" I want...I want...ahh
...
That hard thing, she, with her elegant and dignified demeanor, could never bring herself to call out.
Seeing her silence, Pang Yu's lips curled into a wicked smile.
Gently, Pang Yu began to move, but instead of his previous erection, he used a gentle twisting motion of his waist, constantly scraping and rubbing, enjoying the strong suction of Zou Xiyun's alluring and fiery body. With
such gentle movements, Zou Xiyun was in agony. Her moist and voluptuous body was being rubbed inch by inch, as if every inch of her skin, every inch of her tender flesh, was being enjoyed by him. Although the movements were not intense, the sensation that went straight to her heart was both sweet and tingling. A variety of sour, tingling, soft, and numb sensations came at her at once, and before she could even savor the previous wave, the next wave would invade. Just as she was beginning to feel the next wave of pleasure, the previous one had already passed. Pang
Yu thrust in and out, and Zou Xiyun went limp and couldn't resist. She begged for mercy, "Please... let me go... I really can't... I can't say it..."
Pang Yu didn't speak, but just smiled and intensified his movements, making her beg for mercy broken and unable to finish her sentence. At first, she kept saying "No," but later she kept murmuring, "I said... I said..."
Only then did Pang Yu slow down his attack, and he leaned close to her trembling little mouth, which was covered with a row of fine teeth marks and was still bright red and tempting to bite. He heard her say in a soft, almost inaudible voice, with great shyness, "I... I want... I want my good brother's... my... baby..."
Hearing the word "baby," Pang Yu frowned slightly, looked down at Zou Xiyun's limp and plump body on the bed, and thought of how she had been disdainful of him when they first met. Compared to her current gentle submission, he felt an indescribable excitement. He pressed Zou Xiyun down hard and suddenly increased the speed of his movements. Zou
Xiyun's hot, jade-like cheeks pressed against the soft silk pillow. The rubbing and smoothing sensation filled her entire body with an indescribable pleasure. However, the source of this pleasure was not because her smooth, creamy face was rubbing against the soft silk, but because of her high, slender waist, as delicate as a willow branch.
An intense, uncontrollable pleasure was spreading from a single point, constantly stimulating her entire body, causing her to instinctively arch her back and twist her hips, thrusting backward repeatedly.
She thought she had satisfied Pang Yu's ears, but recalling her earlier lewd words, her thin, translucent earlobes instantly turned red, like a crimson jade plate. Ashamed, she closed her eyes, afraid to open them, wanting to tell him that what she had just experienced was merely a nightmare. But then
, Pang Yu leaned close to her ear again, uttering a sentence that nearly drove her mad: "What is your brother's treasure?"
Zou Xiyun's body suddenly stiffened as if paralyzed, then she desperately twisted her body, trying to escape.
Seeing her resistance, Pang Yu grinned wickedly, pressing her delicate body down, holding her in his arms, spreading her legs wide, his thighs pressed against her pink buttocks, his demonic hands caressing her swaying, heaving breasts.
Zou Xiyun's sensitive spots were attacked, and she finally couldn't hold back any longer. She racked her brains, recalling a time when she'd overheard girls talking in brothels, and with a determined bite, she forced out two words that filled her with immense shame. She closed her eyes tightly and twisted her body even more contortedly. After uttering
those two words, she felt almost suicidal with shame.
Unexpectedly, Pang Yu remained relentless, though his increasing excitement was evident in his movements. He continued, "What does 'x-thing' mean? I don't understand, brother." These words struck her like a bolt from the blue. Zou Xiyun had never experienced anything like this before; her whole body instantly flushed red. But out of her inherent pride, she gritted her teeth, adopting a posture of absolute resistance.
Pang Yu laughed, thinking, "I've already played you like this. You still want to resist?
Dream on!" He increased the speed of his thrusts. Not only that, he would occasionally lower his head and gently lick her earlobe. He would caress her beautiful breasts, then pinch her swollen, purple nipples hard from time to time. This drove Zou Xiyun, overwhelmed by shame and ecstasy, almost to madness,
his movements intermittent. He played with her until she was burning with desire and helpless. Zou Xiyun desperately tried to endure, but her writhing legs and vulva faithfully exposed her, her two sweat-dampened mounds of soft, tender flesh trembling like dazzling waves of snow. When her last bit of defense collapsed, her face turned purple, and with immense determination, she took a deep breath and shouted out two words—"X-toy!"
After uttering these two words, Zou Xiyun almost wanted to die. The shame of repeatedly calling out Pang Yu's...that thing's name three times was something she couldn't bear, even if it meant going through hell and high water!
But that wicked Pang Yu, that wicked man whose back was constantly throbbing, though aroused by her extremely lewd and seductive words like a lustful beast, relentlessly and fiercely attacked her limp, almost broken waist, the solid force turning her snowy flesh red, her skin glistening with a delicate, watery red glow, he suddenly withdrew, paused for a moment, and laughed, "What a pity, little Yunyun, the treasure you want, Yang... hahaha, I don't have any of it. What I can give you, little Yunyun doesn't want." With a "whoosh," he prepared to thrust out all at once.
Upon hearing this, Zou Xiyun completely went mad. Although she had been ravaged by Pang Yu for most of the hour, leaving her feeling like she was dying, she now realized that if he left like this, it would truly kill her!
She completely abandoned her shame and self-respect, frantically begging for mercy, apologizing, begging him not to give it away, begging him to give it to her, begging him not to leave.
Pang Yu didn't respond, only smiling as he said, "One last time, tell your brother Yu if he has anything that little Yunyun needs."
Zou Xiyun was nervous and scared, so ashamed she almost bit her tongue. Pang Yu, however, showed no signs of his previous coercion, instead appearing relaxed and indifferent.
"Since I don't have what little Yunyun wants, I'll have to go back to the manor first."
"No, please, don't..."
Zou Xiyun pleaded desperately, knowing she couldn't escape his clutches, only able to gasp in vain.
"Tell me quickly, what exactly does your good brother want to give you?" Pang Yu grinned wickedly, biting her delicate pink earlobe, "Little Yunyun, don't you know? It's that thing." He breathed his last warm breath into her ear canal.
"That thing..."
Zou Xiyun's last shred of will crumbled. All morality and reason had quietly vanished, leaving only the pursuit of desire. She knew she couldn't escape the fate of being wantonly violated by Pang Yu. She gave up all resistance, her flushed body trembling, her snow-white neck quivering. With all her might, she shouted out loud—
"Please, good brother, please, please give it to me, your big cock..."
"Hahaha! That's more like it!" Pang Yu laughed heartily, overwhelmed by the exhilarating thrill of complete conquest. He yanked back the gauze curtains, his lower body bulging as if it had nearly doubled in size. His powerful, muscular body, bursting with incredible energy, lifted Zou Xiyun's fair and fragrant body, ripped off her tattered skirt, and lifted her snow-white buttocks. He thrust into her like a madman, pounding in and out, like waves crashing against rocks, making a loud, resounding slapping sound.
The people of the Seven Showers Pavilion probably never dreamed that this lowly servant, who had almost been kicked out, was now lying on the embroidered couch in their young lady's boudoir, embracing their most respected and beloved mistress, wantonly humiliating her vibrant and alluring beauty, writhing and reveling with her in passionate intercourse!
Pang Yu grew increasingly violent... The sprint sent Zou Xiyun to her peak, her mind going completely blank, leaving only heavy breathing and violent spasms throughout her body. All shame, dignity, and womanly virtue vanished… even her soul disappeared. She simply twisted and swayed her hips more frantically.
The two on the embroidered couch suddenly pressed together, about to come like a storm. Pang Yu growled in a deep voice, his back easing from its sudden tension as he intensified his thrusts. Zou Xiyun struggled to lift herself up with her slender arms, as if trying to lift her body off the couch, but just as her full breasts began to rise, Pang Yu pressed them heavily back down onto the couch.
Pang Yu suppressed the trembling body beneath him, wiping his forehead… Sweat beaded on her brow, and with a hint of lingering strength, she teased playfully, "Good Yunyun, I'm coming, you...you better endure it..."
Zou Xiyun, who had been passionately responding to him, suddenly gripped the sheets tightly upon hearing this, her body tensing like a bowstring, and she cried out in a broken voice, "No...don't come...don't ejaculate inside, ah, no—"
Her seductive moans abruptly ceased as Pang Yu gripped her tightly with both hands, thrusting his hips forward with tremendous force, causing her to arch her back halfway, her full breasts, buried between the sheets, flying upwards, instantly creating a wave of milky white flesh. As the long ejaculation continued, the tremors of her breasts gradually weakened, finally subsiding, before her body, now convulsing slightly from absorbing his semen, tumbled back onto the bed. She lay limp on the bed, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat, like a dew-kissed begonia.
Pang Yu pulled her into his arms, her cheeks glistening with moisture, her eyes dreamlike, making her even more captivating. Pang Yu gazed at her exquisitely beautiful, blushing face, his hands caressing her naked, smooth, jade-like body. Her eyes were half-open, half-closed, the shyness on her cheeks and the blush on her back adding to her allure. Pang Yu felt a surge of affection, and he gently bit her earlobe, whispering, "Little Yunyun, you're really something… so tight! I thought I could hold out a little longer, but you surrendered in no time." "Saying this, he lowered his head and parted her long, tender kiss. Zou Xiyun breathed heavily, allowing him to be so intimate. Her cheeks were still flushed, her expression more intoxicated than ashamed, yet also mixed with a hint of love—a complex mix of emotions.
Pang Yu embraced her voluptuous body, glistening with sweat, and hooked her burning chin with one hand. The two lay almost face to face, and he asked with a wicked smile, "How about it? Do you want... to do it again?"
"Mmm." A simple word, yet coming from Zou Xiyun's mouth, it sounded like a seductive moan. But actually, she had intended to answer "no," but somehow...
"Before we do it, promise me something, okay?" A gentle voice whispered in her ear. "Mmm." Another soft moan escaped her lips, her expression seemingly on the verge of ecstasy.
"I need your men to put on a show for me, to drag the Prince's faction and the assassins into it, and then have the Yang family army come to wipe them out."
"Okay."

Chapter 193 The Budding Financial Dynasty Noblemen

are always busy, and Fourth Brother is the best example.
He risked having his legs broken by his heartless father to sneak out of the manor, and it was definitely not just for pleasure—wasn't it? Fourth Brother went to Seven Show Workshop and selflessly "offered" his body, "getting" Zou Xiyun's support, determined to put on a good show, to let the damned Yang family army and the Prince's faction fight like dogs.
Damn it, just that Miss Yang who tried to run him over again and again was too annoying!
Kill her! After
finishing things here, Fourth Brother couldn't go home yet, he still had to go to another place.
South of the city, one of his private residences.
Red Apricot Courtyard, a good name, a good place, and of course, a better artistic conception, a red apricot branch over the wall.
This was once the haughty Marquis Anle's hideout, where he kept his mistresses. At its peak, eight girls lived here, and he often forgot about home, "doing business" here, sleeping back-to-back and indulging in debauchery during the day. Later, Grand Tutor Pang was determined to reform his son and, in a fit of anger, cleared out all the women from his eight private residences.
Naturally, the Red Apricot Courtyard was left empty. What a large house! Four courtyards and dozens of rooms—how could it be left empty? The wise Fourth Brother certainly wouldn't let it sit empty, and an upright man like him wouldn't use it to keep women. So, the once vibrant Red Apricot Courtyard is now renamed: Elegant Study.
Also known as: The Editorial and Publishing Department of the "Great Song Dynasty Weekly"!
The Fourth Brother, having just finished a lively affair, arrived at the Elegant Study, where everything was also bustling with activity.
Busily printing the weekly magazine!
Material selection, sawing, soaking, drying, and flattening;
writing the design, mounting the plate, carving, punching holes, drawing lines, and refining;
fixing the plate, applying ink, covering with paper, printing, drying, and binding;
so many complex processes. Doing each one individually would be incredibly tedious. Fortunately, my fourth brother, with his unparalleled wisdom, invented the assembly line, making such a complex task as printing books smooth and simple.
Assembly line operation, as the name suggests, divides the entire complex production process into several different steps, each step being put into production sequentially at certain intervals, similar to a flowing assembly line, much like the complex task of printing books. With each step performed separately, each worker is responsible for only one aspect, transforming the initially complex task into simple, repetitive mechanical work, naturally making it much faster.
Don't think my fourth brother only knows about frivolous pursuits and playing with women. He's done many things you don't know about!
For example, "inventing" perfume, the current assembly line operation, and so on…
"Fourth Master, you're truly brilliant! Brilliant!" An elderly man with a white beard, who looked like a technical expert or foreman, came over, giving a thumbs-up and praising repeatedly, "Your invention of movable type printing is so convenient and fast! I've worked in the printing industry my whole life. I never imagined there could be such a simple and easy method of engraving." "Hahaha, Manager Wu, you flatter me. I was thinking that the old printing methods had quite a few drawbacks. First, engraving the plates was time-consuming, labor-intensive, and expensive; second, storing large quantities of printing plates was inconvenient; third, it was difficult to find errors." Correction. So, after a little thought, I understood this movable type printing technique. The type is made of clay, one type per type, which is then fired to harden into a ceramic-like material. For typesetting, a metal plate is prepared, on which a mixture of incense, wax, and paper ash is placed. An iron frame surrounds the plate, and the type pieces are arranged within the frame; once full, it forms one type. Then, it is heated to melt the mixture and fuse it with the movable type. While still hot, a flat plate is pressed onto the type to flatten the surface, and printing can then begin.
"Yes, yes," Manager Wu replied repeatedly. "Fourth Master's method isn't very efficient for printing only two or three copies, but if you're printing more—dozens, even thousands or tens of thousands of copies—it's incredibly convenient and fast. Following Fourth Master's instructions, we use two iron plates, one for printing and one for typesetting. As soon as one plate is finished printing, the other is typesetting, and we alternate between them. This makes printing more than ten times faster than usual!"
Seeing the old man's excited expression, Pang Yu straightened his back, adopting the air of a great expert giving guidance: "Let me tell you, this commonly used character..." For characters like "之" and "也," extras of each should be made, with over 20 characters pre-carved in case of repetition within a single printing block. Uncommon characters not prepared beforehand should be carved on the spot and immediately fired using a wood fire. Additionally, wooden storage compartments should be prepared for storing the characters. After printing, the characters removed from the printing blocks should be placed in designated locations, labeled with rhyme categories for easy retrieval. As
he "instructed" them, the old man immediately pulled out a small notebook and frantically took notes, while the busy workers looked at him with utter admiration, making Fourth Brother a little embarrassed.
"Manager Wu, you must remember this well: the secret of movable type printing must never be passed on. Even the bookstore you used to work for, if they want to learn it, they'll have to make your young master pay the patent fee. What? You say your young master and my master are sworn brothers? Even close brothers keep clear accounts; no one is allowed to use it without paying the patent fee."
"Especially!" Pang Yu's expression suddenly became very solemn, and he said, word by word, "The movable type printing technique that I, Fourth Master, have mastered, absolutely cannot be stolen by the Southern Kingdom from Goryeo. Otherwise, in a thousand years they'll claim that movable type printing was invented by them, and all my contributions will be buried."
"Yes, yes, Fourth Master, don't worry, we will absolutely guard the movable type printing technique strictly, and we will never pass it on, even if you beat us to death." Manager Wu responded obsequiously. In fact, even if he wanted to pass it on, he couldn't. His fourth brother was such a cunning person; the Ya Shu Xuan was guarded by people from the Palace Guard. Without a pass, no one could get in!
"Also, you must guarantee the printing quality. Ten thousand copies of the inaugural issue of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*—the 'Flower Queen Competition Special Edition'—must be printed by tomorrow evening!"
"I guarantee I'll complete the task!" The shopkeeper stood up straight and readily agreed. "The engravers the old man brought are all top-notch in the capital. They can handle everything from proofreading and engraving to printing and binding. The paper used is of excellent quality, and the ink is pure. The printed publication will be a feast for the eyes, with absolutely no errors!" With
the printing department's business settled, Fourth Brother headed straight for the editorial department.
Money makes things easier—this is an age-old truth. Having convinced the young master Qian to invest 50,000 strings of cash from his own savings, Fourth Brother, being incredibly wealthy, generously hired dozens of learned scholars to handle manuscript preparation, review, and publication. This ensured the weekly's quality from the outset. Following the wishes of his "chief shareholder" (Fourth Brother contributing technical expertise and receiving a share of the profits), the articles were to avoid pedantry and obscure writing styles, instead aiming to be accessible to the general public while avoiding vulgarity, ensuring they were enjoyed by all. The gossip section, in particular, which was prone to generating buzz, had to be done exceptionally well, refined, and made famous. Otherwise, how could they guide public opinion in the capital and become the premier publication of the Song Dynasty?
At first, the "learned scholars" didn't understand this, and it took Fourth Brother a lot of effort to "educate" them. Ironically, it was the editor-in-chief, Fan Zhongyan, who had only been there for a day, who grasped the concept the fastest. He made decisions, selected articles, and finalized the manuscript with incredible speed. As a result, the inaugural issue of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*—a special edition on the Flower Queen Competition—which was originally planned to take at least three days to prepare after the Flower Queen Competition, went to print in less than twelve hours.
"Oh dear, Brother Fan, you've worked hard!" Pang Yu laughed as he entered the editorial office specially set up for Fan Zhongyan, offering a warm handshake as if they were comrades.
"Not at all," Fan Zhongyan waved his hand repeatedly, saying with emotion, "To be the first to worry about the world's troubles and the last to enjoy its pleasures is a maxim that we scholars should always keep in mind. I am already very satisfied that I can contribute to the publication of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*, benefiting the people of the capital and promoting the development of folk literature."
" Oh my god, I just said it casually that day, could it have become the motto of the great writer Fan? "
Fourth Brother became a little embarrassed.
"Hey, Brother Xiwen, what are you saying? I feel really bad taking up your rest time."
"It's alright, it's alright. These past few days the Emperor has not been in the palace... cough, the Emperor is busy with state affairs and has not summoned Xiwen to accompany him in his studies. But, that... that..." Fan Zhongyan suddenly stammered, acting as shy as a young girl, "Hey, Brother Pang, boss, you... I heard from Brother Yongshu that you promised to give him... give him a bottle..."
"Perfume, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, could you give me a bottle too?" Fan Zhongyan leaned closer, looking at him pleadingly, his expression exactly the same as Ouyang Xiu's that day.
"Oh, Brother Xiwen has a sweetheart too? I wonder which brothel's hot girl she is?" Pang Yu asked with a sly smile.
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhongyan shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, no, Xiwen already has a wife. This perfume... actually..."
"For your wife?"
"Yes, yes." "
Oh my, loving your wife, caring for your family, a good man, Brother Xiwen is truly remarkable, truly remarkable!" Pang Yu laughed heartily, "No problem, leave the perfume to me. I guarantee I'll get you a bottle before it officially goes on sale."
Fan Zhongyan happily went back to burying himself in editing his book. Pang Yu left the editorial department, stroking his newly grown beard,
and grinned slyly. The advertising effect of the three famous courtesans can only be described as "sensational." Even the upright Brother Fan Zhongyan couldn't resist his wife's buying urges. What about the other noble ladies and socialites in the capital...? Ahahaha, ahahaha, ahahahaha!
Fourth Brother laughed heartily, further confirming the boundless business opportunities hidden in the perfume.
One must be successful in life! We can't always rely on our dads and younger brothers. We have to seize business opportunities ourselves. If we see an opportunity, we'll grab it! Starting with publishing books and perfumes, I'll build a financial empire of my own!

Chapter 194: Touching the Fairy Sister

. Fourth Brother is a good boy. After a day of frivolous fun, he would have afternoon tea, then go to inspect the publishing department. After that, he would find a southern-style restaurant, eat and drink his fill, swagger in, and come out so full he could barely walk. Only then did he return home, still feeling unsatisfied.
"Fourth Brother..." At the door, Chuixue suddenly shivered.
"Ah?"
"The master repeatedly warned... not to let you go out. We... we... we've been out for so long. If we're discovered, then... then... then we'll be... interrupted..."
"Break your head!" Pang Yu flicked his hand and gave him a hard slap on the forehead.
Damn it, what a useless brat! When he's having afternoon tea and dinner with Fourth Brother, he's always complaining about how great it is (we'd never take him to Seven Show Pavilion, that's Fourth Brother and Xiao Yunyun's secret). But now that we're home, he's too scared to even go inside.
Pang Yu swears that from now on, when he goes out to have fun, he'll never take this damn little bastard with him again. He'd rather be a good guy and bring that sleazy Ren Huang along than take a piece of trash like that!
Fourth Brother didn't bother with him and went inside by himself.
What's there to be afraid of? What's there to be afraid of? Fourth Brother
is the only male heir in the Pang family
and the Grand Tutor's mansion. Even if his heartless father is heartless, would he really lay a hand on his son? Pang Yu was fearless and swaggered in… through the back door of Spring Garden—cough, mainly because it was closer—and instead of going back to his own quarters, he went straight to Fairy Sister's room. Fourth
Brother wasn't one to do things for free and be irresponsible. He had promised Zou Xiyun to take good care of Fairy Sister, so he had to take good care of her. Of course, he couldn't say that if Fairy Sister asked, because even without Zou Xiyun's fiery plea, Fourth Brother would still be a devoted protector.
---- A beautiful woman who could make all the experts in the capital pale in comparison, someone no one could stop, now it's your turn to protect her. What man wouldn't be devoted?
"Fairy Sister, I've come to see you. I brought some authentic Jiangnan snacks. They're still warm." Carrying a large food basket he had brought back from the restaurant where they had eaten earlier, Fourth Brother pushed open the door and entered.
Inside the room, Fairy Sister sat wrapped in a blanket, gazing intently at the twinkling stars outside the window. Despite her emaciated appearance after her injury, unlike other girls who evoked pity at first glance, she possessed an ethereal, lingering, and captivating aura—even injured, she was still a fairy.
And then there was her bearing, a haughty, unapproachable air. An intangible yet tangible aura. \*\\
The fairy sister remained gazing out the window, ignoring him, while Pang Yu was incredibly enthusiastic, placing the food basket on the table and opening it to take out one item after another.
"Here, these are Zhenjiang soup dumplings, Zhiweiguan cat's ear noodles, Nanjing osmanthus duck, and Dongting loquats, Peixian winter peaches, Suzhou golden silk dates brought by express horse..."
"Thank you. I appreciate your kindness," the fairy sister finally spoke. Her voice was melodious, like heavenly music, but her gaze remained fixed on the window. Her beautiful eyes sparkled like stars in the sky.
"Ah, why? I specially went to Baiweilou Restaurant in the south of the city to buy these."
"For fasting."
"Loquat, winter peach, golden jujube, these are all..."
"I appreciate it."
"Ah! Sister, are you really a fairy from heaven? Untouched by worldly food?" Pang Yu exclaimed in surprise.
"Vegetables and rice are enough."
"How can that be!" Pang Yu panicked and rushed to the bedside. "Fairy sister, you're injured, you need to rest and replenish your nutrition, how can you just eat vegetables and rice! This, this, this can't be, absolutely not, fairy sister, you have to take care of yourself, even if you don't care, I will..."
The fairy sister stopped talking, just sat there quietly, without uttering another word. Pang
Yu rushed over to fawn over her, only to be met with a rebuff and a mere "thank you." He was incredibly frustrated, his forehead throbbing with anger. After waiting a while without the fairy sister speaking, he felt embarrassed to linger any longer. He took a few more long, intense glances at her graceful figure, intending to go back and fantasize. He turned and even reached the door, grabbing the handle to pull himself up, when suddenly the fairy sister asked, "Won't I be a burden to you while I'm recuperating here?"
Pang Yu turned sharply, rushing back to the bedside in the blink of an eye.
"No, no, how could that be... Ah no, yes, yes, most likely—no, definitely! But for your speedy recovery, fairy sister, I wouldn't hesitate to go through fire and water. Even if I'm a burden, I'd be willing. My feelings... fairy sister, you must understand!" Pang Yu was
very excited, shouting loudly. As for whether he would actually be a burden, he hadn't even considered it.
What was there to consider? What was there to consider? The Fairy Sister is recuperating in Spring Garden. If her heartless father wants to know, no amount of hiding it will help—with his spies and "Flying Feather's" abilities, he probably knows which concubine his brother-in-law, the Emperor, is with tonight, where he sleeps, and what private conversations they have in bed. If he doesn't want to know, well, he doesn't care about anything in the Grand Tutor's mansion, inside or out, up or down. He's too busy with official duties, so he leaves everything to his two mothers. His mothers, on the other hand, are already spoiled rotten by his sweet talk and occasional little gifts. They'd let him do whatever he wants, let alone raise an assassin; they could even spoil a princess every day. So, he doesn't care what happens when the Fairy Sister moves in.
And it's no use anyway!
The Fairy Sister falls silent again, closing her pure, flawless eyes, like a spring in a secluded mountain, to quietly rest.
Looking at her beautiful and refined face, Pang Yu surprisingly felt no evil thoughts.
This is true elegance! The elegance of a fairy!
Intangible and formless, yet it permeates the air around the fairy sister. Even in quiet moments, it shines through the subtle glimmers at her temples, like the twinkling light in the night sky outside the window. Though not as dazzling as the sun or as bright as the moon, its enduring, clear radiance is truly otherworldly, perfectly complementing her ethereal beauty!
"Fairy sister!" Pang Yu exclaimed impulsively, jumping three feet high. "Don't worry, I'll protect you even if it costs me my life. Since ancient times, no one has escaped death; I'll leave my loyal heart to protect you."
With that, the fourth brother slammed the door shut and strode away. In the desolate darkness, his silhouette carried a touch of melancholy, like a mournful cry from a distant river. The fairy sister opened her bright eyes, gazing into the distance. Her peerless face was serene and calm, yet a hint of emotion flickered in her eyes…
The next day was a beautiful, sunny day.
As usual, Fourth Brother waited until his ruthless father left for court, then seized the opportunity to slip out of the mansion to attend to his important business.
The launch ceremony of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*—wasn't that a big deal?
Fourth Brother was a practical man, always wanting to do everything himself—if he left it to Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai, it would be a miracle if it didn't go well! He went out early in the morning and worked until evening, finally managing to arrange the entire launch ceremony.
Time: 5 PM.
Location: Imperial Incense Burner.
Guests: Eighth Prince, Prime Minister Lü, Grand Commandant Gao, Bao Zheng, Mu Guiying, Qian Caishen, and several close associates of Grand Tutor Pang, along with a group of well-known literati and talented scholars from the capital, including Liu Yong who hadn't left yet. Invitations had already been sent out; attendance was optional. As for the many brothers of the Crown Prince's faction, no need to send invitations; Eldest Brother, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother were selling—no, opening a bookstore and selling the weekly—their support was only natural!
Special Guest: Zou Xiyun. Fourth Brother's woman, summoning her to meet guests is a piece of cake, and besides... Hmph, Fourth Brother is holding this grand launch ceremony, bringing almost the entire Seven Show Pavilion to perform, and has even invited the Eighth Prince, who presided over the extermination of the Southern Tang remnants, Bao Zheng, who was in charge of interrogation, and Mu Guiying, who was in charge of arresting people... Anyway, with so many people from him and Seven Show Pavilion present, if any major events happen in other parts of the city, it will absolutely, completely, 100% have nothing to do with them, since all these guests are witnesses!
Evening arrived, and the ceremony was about to begin. Everything was arranged and proceeded exactly according to the modern model "invented" by Pang Yu, with ribbon-cutting, banquets, and everything prepared perfectly under Fourth Brother's wise leadership.
As Pang Yu had predicted, although the Eighth Prince, Prime Minister Lü, Bao Zheng, and Mu Guiying had all received invitations, none of them attended. However, they all sent gifts through intermediaries. The Eighth Prince sent Zhao Chengfeng, the steward of the Prince's mansion, an old man who was said to be the most powerful head of the household servants in the capital, on par with Pang Fu (now the most powerful is Fourth Brother!). Lü Yijian directly sent his disciple Ouyang Xiu in his place. Bao Zheng sent a clerk, of course not Gongsun Ce, whose whereabouts were still unknown. Mu Guiying did not come; instead, Yang Paifeng represented the Tianbo Mansion and the Yang family.
Pang Yu did a good job of warmly welcoming guests. Upon seeing Yang Paifeng, he immediately abandoned his henchmen and went to greet her warmly, presenting her with the first limited-edition deluxe edition of the "Great Song Dynasty Weekly"—the "Flower Queen Competition Special"—as a gift.
Yang Paifeng accepted the gift, very politely, but it was purely out of politeness—the kind of politeness a guest shows to their host. This made Pang Yu's attempt to chat with her more, to get closer, and perhaps even to flirt with this remarkable woman completely thwarted; he was met with a rebuff.
But then something unexpected happened.
Two people, despite not being invited, showed up uninvited.
One was Zhao Xuanhuang, a prince of the first rank, whose father was the Eighth Prince. In terms of status, he was practically on par with Pang Yu. Pang Yu knew he was aloof and indifferent to worldly affairs, so he hadn't sent an invitation. Who knew he would come uninvited with a gift, even bringing a congratulatory gift from his younger sister (this must be emphasized) Nangong Qinyi—a paper kite she had made herself, with the four characters "Rising Rising High" written on the back.
This time, Fourth Brother was truly honored; one of the three most beautiful courtesans was there to perform, and another had her brother bring a gift. What did this prove? This proves that Fourth Brother is the most popular man among women in the entire capital, without a doubt!
Yes, without a doubt. How could there be a third most popular womanizer to congratulate him on a magazine launch ceremony?
---- Hua Xiangrong also came, uninvited, and dressed in her finest attire to offer her congratulations!

Chapter 195: Burning Desire

Hua Xiangrong arrived in full regalia, wearing a short jacket embroidered with phoenix patterns (of course, a scaled-down version, a completely different phoenix, against regulations), shimmering and very eye-catching. Her golden steps swayed, adorned with pearls and jade pendants, and her skirt reached the ground. Combined with her high-bun palace dress, she walked like a willow swaying in the wind, further highlighting her slender waist and full hips, and her captivating charm that was in her bones. (8_9 Literature*
What is most captivating is the languid and alluring charm she exudes, perfectly complementing her captivating figure. Compared to Zou Xiyun, whose allure and natural beauty were only revealed after being forcibly "opened" by Pang Yu and "done" in bed, Hua Xiangrong possesses a different kind of captivating beauty that is absolutely incomparable.
Facing the stunned and mesmerized gazes of the entire audience, Hua Xiangrong gracefully walked to Pang Yu, raising her bright, watery eyes. Her charming smile was like that of someone chatting casually with a close friend. In the flickering lamplight, she was like a garden full of blooming peonies, a breathtaking sight.) A rich, fragrant aroma filled the air: "Congratulations, Lord Tian Ding! 'The Great Song Dynasty Weekly' has pioneered the publication of historical novels in our Celestial Empire, a feat that will benefit generations to come and all the people."
Pang Yu had heard countless congratulatory words today, so he naturally wouldn't be flattered or carried away by a woman's few words of praise. But Hua Xiangrong's words were spoken so casually, her expression and gaze devoid of any fawning or obsequiousness. It was as if she were casually sharing some anecdotes from the martial world with a friend, making him smile involuntarily, his heart filled with joy.
A vixen is indeed a vixen; even her words of flattery to men are so enchanting.
"Why did Sister Xiangrong come uninvited?" Zou Xiyun saw that she was deliberately standing very close to Pang Yu, her eyes alluring, her breath sweet as orchids—a clear attempt to seduce him. Zou Xiyun felt a pang of jealousy. She had been deliberately keeping her distance from Pang Yu, but now she disregarded that and walked through the crowd, affectionately taking her arm around Pang Yu's shoulder.
Zou Xiyun's attire today was of the elegant and refined type. Her hair was adorned with few beads, her soft, black hair flowing freely like a clear stream or a cascading waterfall, cascading gracefully over her shoulders and back. The dress, its white, alabaster skin accentuated by the fabric, highlighted her unparalleled beauty and graceful curves. The long skirt she wore was composed of multiple pleats, each a different color, delicately painted. Elegant and noble, it possessed an indescribable lightness, grace, and captivating charm.
Hua Xiangrong glanced at her slightly anxious expression and couldn't help but giggle. Without any intention of pulling away, she affectionately took one of her soft hands in hers, their arms intertwined, instantly closing the distance between them. Their breaths mingled, their hair swaying in the breeze. The other day, in the competition for the title of courtesan, the two women vied for attention, neither willing to yield... The two beauties stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, head close together, their manner quite intimate. This gave the guests a direct opportunity to compare them, each possessing her own unique beauty and charm, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums. Each had her own strengths, dazzling the onlookers. Truly worthy of being both renowned beauties.
Fourth Brother, never one to linger on fleeting beauty, and with all the guests present, amidst celebratory drumming, the [first launch] ceremony officially began. The [first launch] ceremony, of course, was Fourth Brother's "unique" ribbon-cutting ceremony, represented by the major shareholder, Marquis Anle. Surrounded by two beautiful women, Hua Xiangrong on the left and Zou Xiyun on the right, Fourth Brother solemnly cut the red ribbon presented by the hostess.
The red floral arrangement landed precisely on the golden tray beneath the ribbon, eliciting thunderous applause. Fourth Brother, unusually dressed not as a servant but as a scholar—looking incredibly handsome—raised the scissors high, acknowledging the guests, then lowered them, leading the applause before shaking hands with each guest. *(/**
What? You're saying the guests should be the ones cutting the ribbon?*)
Fourth Brother [the first to invent the "ribbon-cutting" ceremony]—it had to be the representative of the major shareholder who cut it!
---- Such a prestigious event. How could we let someone else have it?
After the grand ribbon-cutting ceremony, each guest received a limited-edition hardcover edition of the inaugural issue of "The Great Song Dynasty Weekly"—"The Courtesan Competition Special Issue." The title page was printed with a code from 2 to 100 (1 wasn't given to the maid). There were also six large characters: Limited Edition. Not for Sale. Highlighting its precious and rare collectible value; upon opening it, wow! The hardcover inner pages. Excellent paper quality. The cover page [the first two pages of the back cover were all hand-painted]. The paintings depicted the three most famous courtesans, who were ranked as the top courtesans. Next to them were poems written by the three great talents of the world—Pang Si, Liu Yong, and Ouyang Xiu—each for the three courtesans; the entire 48-page main issue was about the Courtesan Competition. The magazine included introductions to the top twenty courtesans in the competition, commentary on the top ten girls, excerpts from judges Zhang Xian, Qian Weiyan, and Mei Yaochen's rankings of their fourth to tenth places (the top courtesan was tied; the second and third place were eliminated; Ouyang Xiu's choice of Chen Shishi was relegated to fourth); and special editions featuring courtesans like Nangong Qinyi, Zou Xiyun, and Hua Xiangrong… In short, this magazine, "The Great Song Dynasty Weekly," published by Fourth Brother, transcended the publishing concepts of its time by a full thousand years. Combining the advantages of orthodox publications, gossip magazines, and tabloid newspapers, it was distributed to every guest. No matter who they were, one glance was enough to make them unable to put it down, and they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration!
The banquet following the ceremony was also Fourth Brother's "original" Western-style buffet. All the food, drinks, fruits, and vegetables were laid out in designated areas for guests to freely take and eat, whether with others or alone. This eliminated the need for elaborate etiquette and facilitated conversation among guests during the meal.
Zou Xiyun, holding a wine cup, radiated beauty as she moved among the guests. Her graceful figure and unparalleled charm instantly made her the center of attention. Even those who didn't receive a copy of the "Courtesan Contest Special Edition"—a must-have for any man—felt their trip worthwhile.
"Seize this opportunity. Make friends with many noblemen and young masters in the capital. Conquer their hearts with your beauty and charm. When they all worship you like a goddess, who will believe you're an accomplice of assassins? Who will believe that your Seven Show Pavilion is the lair of the Southern Tang remnants?"
Recalling Pang Yu's earnest advice after his passionate kiss with her yesterday, surrounded by guests like stars around the moon, Zou Xiyun, who was fawning and trying her best to please him, couldn't help but feel a little moved—this man was truly thinking of her. He had already possessed her, conquered her body, and could treat her as his slave, plaything, only caring about his pleasure in bed, yet he cared for her so much, protected her, and went to great lengths to cover for her…
He wasn't just lusting after her beauty. He truly… cared for her!
Watching Pang Yu move among the guests, exchanging pleasantries while still enthusiastically promoting the Seven Show Pavilion's songs and dances. Recalling Pang Yu's heroic and resolute figure as he stepped forward and led away the Yang family army, Zou Xiyun felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Her cheeks flushed, as if she were slightly tipsy. The guests assumed she was just a light drinker and didn't think of Pang Yu. However, the beauty of the woman in her drunken state
only enhanced her allure, captivating everyone's attention. In this setting, Hua Xiangrong moved with ease, flitting among the guests like a butterfly. Her words flowed eloquently, captivating everyone's attention. They all noticed every change in Zou Xiyun's expression, her alluring smile revealing a hint of mischievousness.
Fourth Brother was chatting with Zhao Xuanhuang. This young man, who at only twenty years old had already risen to the rank of Prince and was truly the foremost member of the imperial family, was probably the most farsighted person of this era. After only a brief introduction by Pang Yu to the contents of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*, he immediately saw the business opportunities it contained and strongly expressed his desire to invest. Although Pang Yu sympathized with this future brother-in-law who could have been his biggest rival but now didn't even have the right to compete, and knew that if Zhao Xuanhuang had a share, the Prince's faction would definitely not dare to cause trouble in the future, he still politely declined. "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders," he thought; as long as he wasn't a "real" brother-in-law, he wouldn't get any benefits.
Zhao Xuanhuang was indeed Zhao Xuanhuang. He disdained countless high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital who begged him to invest in their properties, yet today he dared to refuse even a lowly servant like Prince Chen. Surprisingly, he wasn't angry at all, and even generously left the message, "If you need help, come to me anytime," which puzzled Pang Yu. He thought to himself... "Oh dear, has Nangong Qinyi fallen for me? Not only did she send me a kite as a 'hint,' but she also had her own brother deliberately show me kindness. Otherwise, even if Prince Chen saw my true form, he wouldn't be so polite.
" "Lord Tian Ding," a charming voice came from behind.
Just by hearing it, without turning around, Pang Yu knew it was Hua Xiangrong calling him—how could he forget the soft, melodious voice of the girl he had slept with and heard her before?
Hua Xiangrong gazed at him tenderly, her beautiful eyes brimming with charm. The bright lights of the hall accentuated her stunning beauty and flawless skin. Even in such a public setting, Fourth Brother couldn't help but feel a little aroused.
"What can I do for you, Miss Rongrong?" Fourth Brother asked with a smile, deliberately maintaining a certain distance from her. Yes, he had the capital to be arrogant, to disregard the jealousy of all the noble young masters in the capital, but his arrogance was not the foolish kind, flaunted anytime, anywhere. He didn't want to expose his ambiguous relationship with Hua Xiangrong to the public for the time being—even though it would boost Pang Si's reputation.
"Oh, Lord Tian Ding, you're being so formal. Have you forgotten... hehehehehe—" Hua Xiangrong gave him a reproachful look, then covered her mouth and giggled, her tightly pursed lips as red as if they were adorned with the finest rouge.
"I also wish I could be more intimate with Miss Rongrong, but alas, I haven't had the chance to kiss her." Pang Yu sighed regretfully, his eyes deliberately lingering on Hua Xiangrong's full, voluptuous breasts. The reason he didn't mention what he "did" on the roof of Fenglin Pavilion during the Flower Queen Contest was because Fourth Brother had his own plans. Since Zhao Yunbi was willing to serve as the Flower Queen of Pianxian Pavilion, it meant he was also captivated by the Flower Demoness's unparalleled allure. Competing with him for her attention was pointless. But if he could conquer Hua Xiangrong and make her a perfect spy for him, well, with her seductive skills, he wouldn't even need to touch her to make Zhao Yunbi obediently reveal all his schemes and plots. Knowing your enemy is the key to victory, and then wiping out the Prince's faction would be a piece of cake.
Of course, the prerequisite for doing this was first to conquer Hua Xiangrong with his charm—completely conquer her!
—conquer her, make her willingly do everything for Fourth Brother!!!
Pang Yu was pondering how to arrange a time with Hua Xiangrong, and then try to conquer her using his "strength" and stamina, when suddenly a soft cry of "Ouch!" rang out. Hua Xiangrong had accidentally spilled the "grape wine" in her hand, the crimson liquid flowing down and staining her short jacket.
The beauty's clothes were stained! This was unacceptable!
Fourth Brother, as the host, naturally stepped forward first.
"Miss Rongrong, let me take you to the back to change your clothes," he said, behaving very gentlemanly and uprightly, perfectly embodying the hospitality of a host. The guests, of course, had no doubt about his true motives.
Fourth Brother was an upright lecher. Until he and Hua Xiangrong disappeared from everyone's sight, he led the way with great courtesy and gentlemanliness. Once they turned a corner and went upstairs, where no one could see them anymore, Fourth Brother, fearing Hua Xiangrong might slip and fall, proactively reached out and embraced her soft, boneless waist.
Clearly, this greatly helped Hua Xiangrong, as her body immediately went limp and she nestled into her fourth brother's arms, her pretty face flushed, her breath hot and trembling, as she let him pull her into the room.
"Young master... no, there are people downstairs..."
Hua Xiangrong's sweet moans were more like igniting her fourth brother's desire than resistance. He grabbed her from behind, his large hand unceremoniously reaching for her breasts, pressing against her exposed buttocks.
"What are you afraid of? No one will come up."
Pang Yu chuckled and reached out to pull open her bodice. Hua Xiangrong's breasts were truly magnificent; no matter how tightly they were squeezed and pressed by her bra or undergarment, they still overflowed with two mounds of fragrant, snow-white flesh. As soon as the bra was torn off, her full breasts bounced out, swaying and jiggling as if they were alive.
"You're naughty... mmm!" Hua Xiangrong retorted coquettishly, but Pang Yu seized the opportunity to suckle her fragrant lips. Hua Xiangrong pretended to struggle a couple of times, then embraced him and began to kiss him passionately.
Pang Yu grasped her two full, perky breasts, indulging in his desires while kissing them wetly, his fingertips penetrating deeper, pinching the full buds at the tips of her nipples.
"Oh..."
Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but tremble. Her two delicate, bright red nipples, full and swollen, immediately became erect from Pang Yu's touch, as if unable to withstand such intense stimulation. Her head tilted back, her lips parted slightly, and before she could even utter a soft moan, Pang Yu's hot lips pressed against hers.
"Ah, ah..."
Hua Xiangrong's panting intensified, feeling her whole body burning. Pang Yu's scorching hands seemed electrified as they roamed over her exquisite, curvaceous body, sending shivers of pleasure through her wherever they touched.
Holding her alluring, soft body, inhaling the rich scent of roses, and feeling the smooth, soft skin against his hands, Pang Yu's lust surged, his desire burning fiercely.

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