[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 14

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Chapter 101 The Prince's Violence, Beastly Depravity

Ruins and ruins, a scene of utter devastation.
The dilapidated hut halfway up the mountain, the only home where Di Xiuxiang and her younger brother had found refuge,
was now a complete wasteland.
The entire hut had collapsed, the door burned to ashes. Pang Yu stood on the smoldering ruins, looking at the scorched earth around him, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes bloodshot.
"Where are the people from the Commander's Mansion? Where are they?! Weren't they told to protect Xiuxiang?!"
"They... they've been here all along, but Zhao Shiqing of Anding County... he was probably enraged by the guards hanging at the city gate, and he sent over a hundred men in one go. The entire Commander's Mansion was wiped out in a single encounter. Zhan Zhao was apparently investigating a case and wasn't there either. Zhao Shiqing's men set fire to the house and forcibly abducted Miss Di..."
Pang Yu turned and left before he could finish, his eyes blazing with murderous intent!
"Hahahahahahahaha----"
In a side room of the Prince of An Ding's mansion, Zhao Shiqing, his head still wrapped in bandages, burst into laughter.
Across from him, Di Xiuxiang curled up in fright, shrinking into the corner: "You...you don't, don't come any closer...don't come any closer----" Her body trembled, her pretty face, still recovering from illness, was delicate and pitiful, but the soft, smooth skin of her neck, arms, and calves was exposed, further arousing the man's frenzied lust.
"Scream, scream, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you, hahahaha." Zhao Shiqing approached step by step, his eyes gleaming with lewdness, his laughter incredibly wicked.
Di Xiuxiang retreated to the bedside, her voice trembling: "You...you...cough cough cough...what are you going to do?"
Zhao Shiqing laughed loudly: "What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to do you!" He wrapped his arms around her and pounced on her.
Di Xiuxiang shrank back. She tried to dodge, but her legs went weak with fear. In no time, Zhao Shiqing grabbed her slender wrist, pulled her close, and sized her up and down, his cunning eyes gleaming with lust: "Not bad, not bad, what a tender little girl. Luckily she wasn't killed that day. Otherwise, what a pity, hahaha!"
Di Xiuxiang struggled desperately, but she was a weak woman, and also ill. Even with Zhao Shiqing's serious injuries, she couldn't break free. Her small hands pushed against him like a dragonfly trying to move a stone pillar, unable to budge an inch. She cried out urgently, "No...don't do this! Brother Pang...cough cough cough, Brother Pang, if he finds out, he won't let you off..."
Mentioning Pang Yu only fueled Zhao Shiqing's rage: "Hmph, hmph. That bastard servant? He doesn't need to come to me. Once I'm healed, I'll take his dog's life! You're his woman, right? Hehehehe, I'll use you to vent my anger first, to avenge this serious injury ahead of time." He swung his arm. Di Xiuxiang suddenly felt breathless, and a strong force pushed her away, causing her to fall right beside the bed.
Di Xiuxiang endured the pain without crying out, only letting out a few soft groans, struggling to get up. Zhao Shiqing was already in front of her, leering, "Little girl, did you hurt yourself? Want me to rub it for you?" Di
Xiuxiang remained silent, but tears welled in her eyes.
"What's wrong? Not going to talk? Hahaha—" Zhao Shiqing laughed even more triumphantly. His hand moved downwards, his palm gently touching her fair neck.
Di Xiuxiang was both shocked and anxious. Not knowing what to do, her face flushed red, and she continued coughing.
"Come on, obediently take off your clothes, and I'll take good care of you." Zhao Yunbi grinned lewdly, moving closer and closer.
"No, I won't take it off... Ah----" Di Xiuxiang was panicked and seriously ill. With only a sliver of belief in maintaining her chastity, she tried desperately to resist, but her wrists were gripped by Zhao Shiqing's iron-like fingers. Even with her strength, she couldn't muster any resistance and was gently pulled down onto the bed with a "thump."
Just as Di Xiuxiang was about to cry for help, Zhao Shiqing's lewd hands were already stroking her tender buttocks, occasionally pinching them and commenting: "Tsk tsk, so soft even through the cloth skirt, so tender indeed. It's such a waste to let that stinking servant enjoy it, such a waste, ahahaha!" Di
Xiuxiang trembled with fear, while Zhao Shiqing became even more smug. His hands roamed freely over her body, groping her a few times before he suddenly pressed his lips against hers.
Di Xiuxiang screamed in terror, turning her head away to stop him.
Zhao Shiqing's kiss landed on her ear, and she could almost smell the fragrance of orchids and musk. He was consumed by lust and laughed loudly, "So fragrant, so fragrant! She's still a virgin! Hahaha, that Pang Si is such a fool! He doesn't even touch such a tender girl. Fine, then I'll do it for her." "In a fit of rage, he shoved Di Xiuxiang onto the bed, pinning her down without a word. His hands tore open her robes, groping and grabbing at her delicate skin like a wolf, the soft, smooth texture a truly exquisite sensation.
Di Xiuxiang, violated by him, naturally hoped Pang Yu would appear to rescue her. However, this was the Prince of Anding's residence, heavily guarded and protected by countless soldiers. Forget about getting in; he'd probably be killed at the very door… Thinking of Pang Yu's safety, the violence Zhao Shiqing was about to inflict upon her, and her brother's uncertain fate, she grew increasingly frightened and began to sob softly, tears streaming down her face.
Zhao Shiqing's lust intensified. He felt a surge of conquering pleasure, forgetting even his own injuries. He hissed, "Don't cry. Be a good girl, and I'll make you feel like you're in heaven. Hey, once you've experienced my methods… you won't want to leave." "
Di Xiuxiang was terrified and cried out, "Help! Brother Pang, help!"
Zhao Shiqing snorted and sneered, "If you want Pang Si to save you, he'll have to have the ability to get in. A mere servant dares to trespass into the Prince's mansion, a capital offense! I'll lock you up in the mansion and play with you day and night until you're exhausted, unable to walk or speak, and then I'll let him in to see your lewd desire for men, hahaha!" He grabbed Di Xiuxiang's shoulder with one hand and began to undress her with the other.
Tears welled in Di Xiuxiang's eyes as she sobbed softly, trying to resist with her last ounce of strength. Beneath her disheveled clothes, her breasts, usually so prominent, appeared even more alluring, arousing Zhao Shiqing's lust. His eyes gleamed with desire as he straddled her waist, his hands reaching for her breasts.
Di Xiuxiang, pinned down by his weight, panicked, knowing Zhao Shiqing's lust was rising and he was about to ravage her. She trembled and cried out, "No...don't touch me...please...uh...no!" Zhao
Shiqing grinned maliciously, his hands squeezing her tender breasts roughly, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes like those of a beast ready to devour its prey.
Under his ferocious movements, Di Xiuxiang felt an indescribable shame, her beautiful eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, her delicate body swaying uncontrollably, her last glimmer of hope gradually fading away.
Seeing that resistance was futile, a bitter thought crossed Di Xiuxiang's mind, and she slowly gave up struggling, a look of despair on her face. Seeing this, a surge of ruthlessness rose in Zhao Shiqing's heart, and he lewdly said, "My little beauty, enjoy yourself!" His hands roamed over her body, finally tearing her coarse cloth clothes to shreds.
Di Xiuxiang turned her head away in despair, tears finally overflowing.

Chapter 102: Dare to touch Fourth Brother's woman? You'll be a eunuch!

"Cry?" "Cry, the more you cry, the happier I am, hahahahahahahaha----" Zhao Shiqing laughed wildly, forcefully lifting Di Xiuxiang by the waist, spreading her legs on either side of his waist, confronting the bulge between his legs.
Di Xiuxiang trembled all over, her hair stood on end, feeling ashamed to the point of wanting to die, her helpless cries mixed with increasingly violent coughing, as if even her small chest was about to be pierced: "Ahhh...cough cough, go away! No...woo...cough cough cough." Her frail body twisted with all her might, but only a few sinister laughs answered her.
Di Xiuxiang's slender waist was seized by Zhao Shiqing, leaving her utterly powerless to resist. Her legs, spread wide, kicked and thrashed about, a display of utter humiliation.
Zhao Shiqing's eyes burned with lust as he pounced on her like a ravenous beast, greedily savoring his vibrant prey.
"Ah!" Di Xiuxiang screamed in agony, an indescribable pain tearing her apart.
In a secluded room of the Prince of An Ding's mansion, a brutal and inhuman act was unfolding…
"Bang!!!" Just then, the tightly closed doors suddenly burst open.
Burst open? Yes, burst open! The two ironwood doors, locked from the inside, shattered into pieces!
Before Zhao Shiqing could react, a figure suddenly appeared.
One kick, just one kick! Just moments before, Zhao Shiqing had been wildly arrogant and domineering, but a kick to the chest sent him flying like a kite without its leash, crashing against the wall before falling to the ground with a thud.
"Brother Pang—" Di Xiuxiang called softly, finding strength in some unknown way, and threw herself into the arms of the newcomer. The
newcomer was, of course, Pang Yu.
What did the Prince's mansion matter? What were the defenses like? What did the numerous guards matter? Wherever Fourth Brother wanted to go,
there was truly no place he couldn't go!
"I'm sorry. Xiuxiang. I'm sorry. I'm late." Pang Yu gently stroked her trembling body, taking off his outer robe and draping it over her shoulders. His tender words were filled with remorse. "Don't be afraid. It's alright. It's alright. With Brother Pang here, no one will bully you again. Never."
Meeting Brother Pang's loving gaze, leaning against his strong arms, Di Xiuxiang felt a warmth in her heart. Tears of gratitude streamed down her face.
Pang Yu held her tightly. He gently wiped away her tears.
“You…you surnamed Pang!” Zhao Shiqing staggered to her feet, pointing at him angrily, “You…you’re tired of living, daring to trespass into the Prince’s mansion! I…I will…”
Before she could finish, Pang Yu had already stood up, his eyes filled with a murderous intent a hundred times fiercer than before.
“You…” Zhao Shiqing was already speechless with fear after just one look. His teeth chattered, his whole body trembled, and a strong sense of dread over him instantly overwhelmed him.
“You dare touch my woman? Very, very good, very good indeed.” Pang Yu nodded and smiled. He stared intently at her, a slight smirk playing on his lips, a thick, bloody glint in his eyes.
Zhao Shiqing wanted to cry.
This wing room was located at the very back of his mansion, requiring passage through at least four grand gates and seven corridors to reach. Along the way, there were no fewer than a hundred thugs, guards, and lackeys—all ordered by him to kill any servants of the Pang family on sight. Yet, Pang Yu had barged in without a single mark, clearly having encountered no resistance whatsoever. And… now he was about to ravage him. Not a single one of the expensively hired experts had come to protect their master!
Yes, to ravage him.
Pang Yu raised his hand and forcefully grabbed Zhao Shiqing's neck, effortlessly lifting this pampered young master, who weighed at least 130 or 140 pounds.
Zhao Shiqing's breath caught in his throat. He flailed his arms wildly, trying to grab Pang Yu's neck, but couldn't reach it. He desperately tried to break free from Pang Yu's terrifyingly strong hand—just like Di Xiuxiang's struggle earlier, like a dragonfly trying to move a stone pillar, unable to budge an inch.
Pang Yu increased his grip slightly. Zhao Shiqing's eyes immediately became bloodshot, his pupils bulging as if they were about to burst. His face went from a flushed excitement to a deathly pallor of excessive indulgence, then to a bewitching red, and finally to a sickly purplish-blue.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Pang Yu said coldly, watching Zhao Shiqing's eyes gradually lose their luster.
Zhao Shiqing's legs kicked wildly, only able to utter weak, pale sounds.
"For you, death is the best release, but I won't give you that chance. I will keep you in this world. I will make you suffer endless torment, a life worse than death!"
With a cold laugh, Pang Yu released his grip. As Zhao Shiqing's body plummeted, he was struck heavily in the abdomen, sending him flying backward like a shrimp.
Zhao Shiqing collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach and coughing incessantly, coughing so hard that he vomited up stomach acid. The pain Di Xiuxiang had just endured, Pang Yu would make him pay tenfold, a hundredfold!
"Crack!" This time, the punishment was intensified. Pang Yu grabbed Zhao Shiqing's right arm and yanked it, dislocating Zhao Shiqing's shoulder instantly.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhh----" What was once lewd laughter had turned into screams of agony.
"Xiuxiang, close your eyes, don't look." Pang Yu turned back, gently instructing Di Xiuxiang, but when he turned back, his eyes were like those of the most bloodthirsty and cruel demon from hell. Noticing that Zhao Shiqing's screams were too loud, he slapped Zhao Shiqing's mouth, knocking out two front teeth and causing him to spit out three mouthfuls of blood.
"Come on, come on, if you have the guts, do it! If you dare touch me today, you're dead, you know that? Not only you, your whole family will be dragged down with you!" Zhao Shiqing went mad, laughing maniacally with his blood-soaked mouth open. He harbored a deep-seated hatred for Pang Yu, perhaps stemming from an innate sense of hierarchy and an extreme contempt for a lowly servant, or perhaps from his inability to tolerate Pang Yu's even more arrogant and conceited behavior, or perhaps from the incredibly bloodthirsty methods Pang Yu displayed—a person's extreme fear can breed courage. A near-cold-blooded smile curled at the corner of Pang Yu's lips as he narrowed his eyes and drew the Fish Gut Sword, which he had obtained from the little princess. Its chilling light illuminated Zhao Shiqing's deathly pale face, creating an indescribably gruesome scene.
"You should thank someone, really, it was he who told me a method that's worse than losing hands and feet. And..." Pang Yu slowly stood up, saying calmly, "Remember this, remember this well, my surname is Pang, my given name is Si, put together I'm Pang Si. When you rise to prominence and become the Grand Eunuch, don't forget the benefactor who did your
bidding
."
With a swift movement , the Fish Intestine

Sword fell straight down. "Ughh ... Pang Yu, who had been waiting at the door, rushed to the bedside, his concern evident. "Brother Pang, I...I dreamt of Qing'er again. He's in danger, he..." Di Xiuxiang threw herself into Pang Yu's arms, tears streaming down her face, accompanied by violent coughing and wheezing. Pang Yu felt both pity and heartache, holding her tightly. His arms were strong yet gentle, his embrace warm and broad. Di Xiuxiang suddenly stiffened, burying her head in his chest, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, hot tears streaming down her face, instantly soaking Pang Yu's chest. She bravely suppressed her sobs, refusing to cry out. Pang Yu stroked her soft hair, a thousand tender feelings welling up in his heart. "Cry, cry it out. Don't hold back anymore. Let Brother Pang bear everything." A gentle voice whispered in her ear. Nestled in Pang Yu's arms, Di Xiuxiang felt as if she had found the strongest support in the world. A flood of grievances overwhelmed her; all the forced perseverance and endurance she had endured raising her younger brother alone, all the bitterness, hardship, and pain, burst forth in an instant. She could no longer hold back. Suddenly, she hugged her elder brother tightly, her slender fingers gripping his shoulders, and with a "waah," tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, and she cried out loud. This release of emotions that had accumulated for countless days since her parents' death was a heart-wrenching, inexplicable sob, her voice choked with grief as if she were about to suffocate.

Pang Yu held her tightly, gently comforting her and trying to dispel the bitterness in her heart.
In this moment of mutual embrace and genuine affection, any words were superfluous. A tender look and a firm hug were worth a thousand words.
Pang Yu raised his tender eyes and slowly looked out the window. A burning flame flickered deep within his eyes.
Home. Destroyed. The "home" where Di Xiuxiang and her brother had found refuge. Destroyed just like that.
Hearing that his men had been captured by Pang Si and made a fool of themselves by being hung at the city gate, Zhao Shiqing was furious. In a fit of rage, he dispatched all the guards, thugs, and lackeys of the Prince's mansion. One group went to capture Di Xiuxiang, while the other went straight to the private school where Di Qing studied, intending to kidnap him as well.
As the most dissolute of the dissolute young masters, Pang Yu certainly knew what Zhao Shiqing was planning—if Di Xiuxiang didn't comply... He threatened his younger brother!
He immediately gave Chuixue a few instructions. Pegasus headed towards Baozhitang. He shook his fist but didn't say much. The great physician Lin, along with his "medicine apprentice," entered the Prince of Anding's mansion under the guise of a follow-up visit.
A clever strategy, understand? Fourth Brother possesses more than just brute force.
Around the time they reached the inner courtyard, a violent organization outside the Prince of Beihai's mansion—no, it was Gao Ya, who, enraged by Chuixue's report that "Zhao Shiqing arrogantly threatened to attack the Commander's Mansion and sent men to kill sixteen of Third Master's guards first," had gathered two hundred guards to besiege the Prince of Anding's mansion. The
fighting began at the gate. The fighting was fierce. The guards and lackeys of the Prince of An Ding's mansion knew that the prince didn't like to be disturbed when he was "doing" certain things, so they could only fight back under the steward's command. So, after Pang Yu used his tried-and-true method of mixing lime and silver bricks to take down the few guards guarding the courtyard outside the side room, he easily broke in and rescued Di Xiuxiang. Incidentally, under the "inspiration" of his cheap father-in-law, the Eighth Prince, he castrated Zhao Shiqing.
Afterwards, Gao Yanei led the Palace Marshal's Mansion to break into the Prince's mansion. The two sides met, and Pang Yu captured several guards to interrogate them about Di Qing's whereabouts. He learned that the team ordered to arrest Di Qing at the private school had not yet returned!
Pang Yu quickly ordered Gao Yanei to lead his men to retreat. They cleaned up the scene to avoid being caught in the act, and then he ordered Chuixue to take Di Xiuxiang back to the mansion for resettlement. He then led a few shrewd guards from the Palace Marshal's Mansion straight to the private school.
They searched the area outside the private school and questioned everyone, only learning that Di Qing saw someone grab him, jumped out of the window and ran away, and then… not only him, but even the guards who had captured him had vanished without a trace!
It was bizarre! Although they didn't believe a child could run off to, and that a dozen grown men chasing him couldn't just disappear without a trace… the facts were the facts. Pang Yu searched almost the entire day, but by sunset he still hadn't seen Di Qing.
“Brother Pang, do you think… where could Qing’er… where could Qing’er have gone? Cough cough cough! Could it be… could it be…” Di Xiuxiang curled weakly in Pang Yu's arms, her eyes blurry with tears, as if trapped in the painful memories of her parents' deaths. She clung to him tightly, her pale lips almost bleeding from being bitten.
"No, don't worry. Qing'er is lucky and will be alright. I've already sent more people to search everywhere, at most... uh. Get some sleep, I believe there will be news by tomorrow morning."
Di Xiuxiang knew that Brother Pang was comforting her, and hummed in agreement, her eyes still misty with tears, her gently closed eyelids like pear blossoms touched by dew, delicate and fragile.
Pang Yu's heart ached, he wanted to say something but the words stuck in his throat, he couldn't say them, he could only hold her tightly, using his warm embrace to soothe her wounded heart.
Only when Di Xiuxiang couldn't resist the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep did he carefully place her on the bed, carefully cover her with the embroidered quilt, carefully draw the bed curtains... Before leaving, he even lit a stick of calming sandalwood incense—at times like this, Fourth Brother was doing everything a man could do!
As soon as they stepped out of the courtyard, Chuixue came to greet them.
"Fourth Brother, what should we do? You castrated the Prince of Anding, this is a huge mess..."
"So what if he was castrated? I've already given Zhao Yunbi a lot of face by not killing him!" Pang Yu waved his hand, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Prepare the horses, quick, I'll go out and look again. If there's no news by tomorrow, Xiuxiang, she..."
"No, Fourth Brother!" Chuixue interrupted her master, her face filled with panic. "You castrated Zhao Shiqing and led people to smash up the Prince's mansion. It's all in chaos outside now. The Prince's faction is looking for you everywhere, saying they want to tear you apart to avenge the Prince of Anding."
"You think I'm afraid?"
"No, Fourth Brother, I just think that you, a woman of noble birth, shouldn't risk your life alone. These things should be left to... Thump!" Before she could finish speaking, she fell straight down.
"What?" Pang Yu was stunned. Suddenly, something cold touched his shoulder.
He turned around and first saw a gleaming longsword, the tip of which was a figure in snow-white robes.

"

Fairy Sister!"
Pang Yu cried out in surprise, but immediately regretted it.
Above him was a dark sky, and under the moonlight, a white figure, handsome and otherworldly, coldly stared at him.
The night was windy and cold, but she stood there motionless, letting the strong wind blow, her clothes and hair fluttering, like a painting, like a fairy, like a dream, truly like a fairy in a painting! A fairy
? Not a fairy?
Nonsense, if she were a fairy, she would be Fairy Sister, Pang Yu had no reason to regret it.
The white-robed figure holding the sword was a man, a man named
Bai Yutang!
Bai Yutang stood there, as upright as a pine tree, his sharp eyes coldly staring at him, his expression arrogant and sarcastic.
"Oh dear, what a phoenix has brought you here, Master Bai! A warm welcome indeed!" Pang Yu smiled broadly, but a chill ran down his spine.
This was the Grand Tutor's mansion, the most heavily guarded mansion in the entire land, second only to the Imperial Palace.
Bai Yutang... How did he get in?!
"If Grandpa Bai wants, there's no place in the world he can't go."
Bai Yutang sneered, as if he had seen right through Pang Yu's thoughts.
And this was clearly a line his fourth brother often used. He had just... stolen it!?
"It's so late. Master Bai graces my humble abode with your presence. Hehehe... I wonder what brings you here?" Pang Yu laughed and made up a story, his eyes darting left and right, trying to find a way to escape. "Bring me here? Hmph. Grandpa Bai is here to settle accounts with you." Bai Yutang said, his arm jerking. His sword flashed near Pang Yu's cheek. Even though it didn't touch skin, a chill ran through him.
"Master Bai! What are you doing? I didn't do anything to you!" Pang Yu retreated step by step, his hair standing on end—what a joke! His fourth brother relied on his looks for a living. To get slashed here would be unacceptable! "
Hmph. You dare call yourself sworn brother to Grandpa Bai?" Bai Yutang's eyes flashed with deep contempt. He flicked his wrist, the tip of his sword pressed against Pang Yu's throat.
"Master Bai, let's talk this out, let's talk this out." Pang Yu shamelessly chuckled, trying to push away the sword that could cut through iron like mud with his fingers.
"Talk this out? You've been impersonating Grandpa Bai, causing trouble outside, and you think you can talk this out?" Bai Yutang looked at him with utter contempt, his wrist trembling, the sharp blade nearly severing Pang Yu's fingers.
Pang Yu looked completely innocent: "Impersonation? No way, Master Bai. I'm always very concerned about my reputation. I'm always the first to leave my name when I do good deeds, or at least I'll write it in my diary... Uh, a true man dares to take responsibility for his actions. Even if I commit murder, arson, or robbery, I will definitely leave my bandit name—no, my name."
"That sounds nice. Then why did you sign my name after the name of the guard from the Prince's mansion who was hanging up? Would I do something so despicable?" The sword was about to fall. Pang Yu was stiff and didn't dare to move. He looked up and saw Bai Yutang's sinister gaze and murderous aura. He thought to himself that Bai Yutang was always irritable and ruthless. When he got angry, he would even behead the emperor. If he fell into Bai Yutang's hands, he would be lucky to die from a sword to the neck. He might be torn to pieces and not even leave any bone fragments.
No, he had to run away.
"Hero Bai, listen to me, there's actually a reason for this—hey, Marquis!" Pang Yu suddenly widened his eyes and stared straight at Bai Yutang's back.
Bai Yutang was stunned for a moment and turned around reflexively. The opportunity
was not to be missed. Pang Yu took advantage of the moment when Bai Yutang turned around and ran away! Before he could run more than a few steps, something struck his leg, nearly causing him to fall flat on his face.
Pang Yu barely managed to steady himself, and tried to run again, but Bai Yutang moved with lightning speed, already in front of him!
Just like when he grabbed Zhao Shiqing's clothes, this time it was Bai Yutang who grabbed him by the collar.
"You brat. You're something else. Daring to lie to Grandpa Bai, do you want to die too long and go drink a cup on the Bridge of Helplessness?" Bai Yutang's face was ashen. He was burning with anger, gripping Pang Yu's clothes tightly.
"Drink...drink what?"
"Meng Po soup, isn't it? Don't the dead have to drink a cup before they can be reincarnated?" Bai Yutang's eyes turned cold.
"That's a bowl, isn't it..." Pang Yu didn't finish his sentence when he felt a cold, sharp pain on his neck. A sword had cut his skin, and a thin stream of blood flowed down. He trembled and swallowed the rest of his words.
"Wait, wait, Master Bai, you... don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive! I wasn't being immoral or unethical; I was doing my duty to uphold justice for you, to spread... the reputation of the Golden-haired Rat as a benevolent hero."
"What? A reputation of benevolence and heroism?" Bai Yutang's expression softened slightly, and he immediately loosened his grip on his sword, scoffing, "Doing it for me? Why for me? Grandpa Bai is doing good deeds; I don't need you to..."
"To repay your kindness!" Pang Yu interjected. "Hero Bai, you are a man of great benevolence and righteousness, a peerless hero of our time. You acted on behalf of Heaven, burning down the filthy Beihai Prince's Mansion, a place that harbored filth and corruption. The people of the capital all applauded and praised you, and you also greatly avenged my lord. I, Pang Si, am not the kind of person who would forget kindness, but unfortunately, Hero Bai, your whereabouts are elusive, and I cannot find you anywhere. I cannot thank you in person, so I can only do more good deeds in your name, so that when the people of the city mention the greatest hero, they will think of you—yes, only you! Looking across the world, only you, Hero Bai, deserve the title of the greatest hero."
"The greatest hero... the greatest hero..." Bai Yutang murmured several times, increasingly pleasing to the eye, and his murderous rage gradually subsided.
Pang Yu, recognizing Bai Yutang's penchant for fame despite his other flaws, chuckled and said, "Great Hero Bai, you must have heard about the recent uproar in the capital about the Prince of Anding bullying a poor, vulnerable woman. Those bastards I hung at the city gate were sent by Zhao Shiqing to try and take advantage of her. If Great Hero Bai had been there, he certainly wouldn't have stood idly by and watched a bunch of burly men harass a weak woman, right?" "
Of course! If Grandpa Bai had been there, he certainly wouldn't have let those beasts get away with it." "
That's why I took action for Great Hero Bai, hanging those bastards at the city gate so that the whole city would know that Great Hero Bai not only burned down the Prince's mansion but also took action! Truly fearless of the powerful, he's there wherever there's injustice! Righteousness above all else, the epitome of chivalry, that's you!!!"
Bai Yutang sheathed his sword, his expression greatly softened, almost bursting into laughter.
Pang Yu, too, was practically laughing.
Men are nothing special. No matter how high their martial arts skills are, if you find their weakness, they're still the same... being played!
Zhan Zhao values chivalry, and Bai Yutang values his reputation—that's all.
They're destined to be used by me forever.
"Oh, right," Bai Yutang suddenly blurted out, "The weak woman you mentioned is the little girl who helped you humiliate Grandpa Bai the other day, right? She has a younger brother, isn't she? I saw him yesterday."
"What? You saw Di Qing... Where is he? Tell me quickly!" Pang Yu was anxious.
"North of the city, on the top of West Mountain."
Pang Yu turned and ran.
"No need to go, it's too late. That kid jumped off a cliff."

Chapter 105: The Female Demon Appears, Bao Zheng Makes His Appearance

"What, jumped... jumped off a cliff!?"
Pang Yu turned around and stared intently at Bai Yutang.
"Yes, he jumped off the cliff." Bai Yutang shrugged, shaking his head and sighing, "Ah—a bottomless valley! That little guy didn't even hesitate, he just jumped. He's even more fearless than Grandpa Bai was back in the day."
"You mean... you saw him jump off the cliff and didn't save him?" Pang Yu jumped up and roared.
"Bah, Grandpa Bai just didn't save him. Good riddance, he deserved to die. The sooner he dies, the sooner he ascends to heaven, the sooner he's reincarnated!" Bai Yutang arrogantly tossed his head, his expression conveying only two words—disdain!
The matter of his brother-in-law, and the worry for the ailing Xiuxiang, enraged Pang Yu. He was utterly furious, no longer caring about the man's volatile temper. All his previous forbearance and concessions erupted because of Di Xiuxiang. He pointed at him and cursed, "Bai Yutang, are you even human?! You bastard, you call yourself a hero, but you won't even save a child! You shameless bastard!!! You scoundrel, you bastard, you son of a bitch, if Qing'er dies, I'll never forgive you!!!"
After shouting this, Pang Yu had no time to pay attention to Bai Yutang anymore. He took off running, ready to call his men to turn West Mountain upside down. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed before his eyes. Bai Yutang blocked his way.
"Get out of the way, don't block my way!!!" Pang Yu was in a hurry. He didn't care that this man could kill him in an instant with a wave of his hand. Seeing that Bai Yutang didn't move, he drew his Fish Intestine Sword and slammed it into Bai Yutang's face. The divine weapon was instantly recognizable to Bai Yutang. With a slight dodge, Pang Yu missed his target.
"It's no use going now, too late."
Pang Yu forced him to move aside. Hearing this, Pang Yu, who had already run away, stopped abruptly.
"Too late? What's too late? Could it be..." Pang Yu instinctively shuddered, his heart sinking.
"That kid's alright."
"What!?"
"That kid's alright. He was rescued!" Bai Yutang's face darkened. He looked extremely displeased.
"Rescued by whom? Who rescued him?" Pang Yu lunged forward, asking.
"It certainly wasn't Grandpa Bai." Bai Yutang rolled his eyes. His face darkened even more.
"Then who? Who? Tell me! Tell me now!" Pang Yu was agitated. Extremely agitated. He grabbed Bai Yutang's shoulders and shook him violently. He wasn't afraid of angering this ruthless killer who had been killing since he was a teenager.
Bai Yutang's face was incomparably dark. But instead of retaliating with a sword strike, he muttered, "It was a woman—no, a female demon, dressed as white as Grandpa Bai, with swordsmanship as fast as Grandpa Bai, and lightness skill… slightly better than Grandpa Bai… just a tiny bit! When the little guy jumped off the cliff, Grandpa Bai happened to see it, leaped out to save him, but was… was saved by that female demon… by that female demon…" Bai Yutang stammered for the first time ever. His face showed embarrassment, indignation, and even more so… dissatisfaction!
"Tell me!" he grabbed Pang Yu and asked, "Where in the world can you find such lightness skill? She jumped after Grandpa Bai, yet she managed to save the person before him, and her leaps in the air weren't just a little faster, they were much faster… Grandpa Bai's lightness skill is the best in the world, except… except for the female ghost, who can surpass Grandpa Bai?"
"Hahaha, fairy sister, it's fairy sister!" Pang Yu shouted excitedly, waving his arms and legs.
"That's right. Things aren't that weird. He arrived in the Song Dynasty, and that butterfly effect could kill Di Qing, the future invincible first general of the Northern Song Dynasty? That's complete nonsense!
What a fairy sister! Her intervention was perfectly timed! Hahaha!
" "And then, where did the fairy sister take him?" Pang Yu asked anxiously.
"Pah, what fairy sister? She's a female demon!" Bai Yutang was a thousand times unconvinced. He scratched his ears and cheeks, stomped his feet and jumped up and down, almost cursing.
Pang Yu then understood why he had a black face, why he was unhappy, and why he had put a sword to his neck to compare lightness skills and lost to the fairy sister. He was unhappy!
Uh, maybe he even lost in martial arts.
"The fairy... cough, where did the female demon take Qing'er?"
"I don't know, she disappeared in a flash. Grandpa Bai couldn't catch up! It's weird. It's really weird, what kind of sorcery is that!"
Pang Yu almost burst out laughing. Forcing himself to ask, "Those guards from the royal palace who were chasing Qing'er, were also killed by Fairy Sister..."
"Grandpa Bai killed them! Grandpa Bai was possessed by a ghost, so he had to kill people to get rid of the bad luck. One sword at a time, he'd settle the score, then throw them off the cliff. That's it, the authorities can't do anything about it!"
After saying this, Bai Yutang started muttering curses again, complaining about being possessed by a ghost, a female demon, evil spirits, and so on, venting his resentment. Pang Yu was too lazy to listen anymore, so he slipped away and went back to his room for a good sleep. He
slept soundly, damn well soundly.
Pang Yu had a wonderful dream all night long, mostly about marrying Xiu Xiang in a grand and glorious way, then consummating their marriage in the bridal chamber, especially the last one. He entered the bridal chamber, the bed curtains were drawn, and when he pulled them open, he saw...
Wow!!! Fairy Sister was sitting inside!
The drunken Pang Yu instantly became aroused, ripped off his clothes, and pounced on her, ready to kill two at once.
Then…
then he was woken up by Chuixue.
No, not woken, but desperately pushed awake.
“My lord, something terrible has happened, the sky has fallen!!!”
“The sky has fallen my ass! If the sky fell, why would you be talking here?” Pang Yu gave him a sharp rap on the head and raised his foot to kick him.
“No, my lord, the Kaifeng Prefecture…a whole bunch of people from the Kaifeng Prefecture have come to the manor, saying that you castrated the Prince of Anding and they want to arrest you, interrogate you, and sentence you.”
“Wu Gongzheng, you fucking want to die, don’t you!”
Outside the main hall of the Grand Tutor’s manor, Pang Yu, whose spring dream had been disturbed, was furious, cursing as he walked in.
Pang Fu, that good-for-nothing, that old good-for-nothing, couldn’t even stop the people from the Kaifeng Prefecture, they actually let them in.
He deserves to be cursed, beaten, and killed
. He had planned to bring good news to Xiuxiang early this morning, but this damn thing delayed him!
With murderous intent, Pang Yu rushed into the hall in a hurry.
"Wu Gongzheng, you have the audacity to come here so early in the morning! You're asking for trouble! I'll count to three, and you'd better kneel down and kowtow nine times, calling me 'Fourth Brother' three times..." After shouting for a while without any response, Pang Yu looked around and realized Wu Gongzheng was nowhere to be seen! Sitting in the center of the main hall was a dark-faced man with a long beard, dressed in a black satin official robe adorned with gold python patterns. He exuded a stern and righteous air, and a bright crescent moon faintly appeared on his forehead.
Dark face, crescent moon!?
Pang Yu realized something was amiss. A man in the next seat stood up—it was none other than Ye Gucheng, the top martial arts expert in the palace!
"Prefect Wu Gongzheng of Kaifeng has been dismissed and is under investigation by the Emperor for his incompetence in handling the case!" Ye Gucheng's voice boomed like a bell, causing dust to fall from the beams. "This is the newly appointed Prefect of Kaifeng, Academician of the Longtu Pavilion, Lord Bao Zheng!"

Chapter 106 Tears of Parting and Death

"Bao Zheng, Bao the Black Charcoal... Oh my, so it's Lord Bao Qingtian! I've heard so much about you." Pang Yu's ability to change his expression was unparalleled. Ten seconds ago, he was cursing Wu Gongzheng, and ten seconds later, he had a joyful face, warmly welcoming him with smiles and clasped hands. "Lord Bao's presence is an honor to the Grand Tutor's residence! Pang Fu, hurry up and serve tea, the best pre-rain Longjing tea! Pang An, quickly invite the Second Madam and the Third Madam. Our distinguished guest is here, hurry up!"
The first sentence was a delaying tactic; the second sentence was the key point.
"Damn it! With Bao Zheng out there, I can't just talk my way out of things. Even the shrewish Second and Third Madams wouldn't be able to save us... " Bao Zheng coldly interrupted.
"The Second and Third Madams went straight to the palace to see Consort Pang as soon as they saw me enter."
Pang Yu's heart clenched.
What? Did the Second and Third Madams know that with Bao Zheng's arrival, all hope was lost and there was no way to stop them? So they rushed to the palace to plead with their sister and brother-in-law, the Emperor, for mercy?
"Guards! Seize this insolent servant Pang Si and send him to Kaifeng Prefecture for investigation!"
Bao Zheng stood up abruptly, pointing his spear and shouting angrily.
His voice wasn't loud, but his authority was undeniable. The maids serving tea, the servants, servants, and maids peeking from outside the hall were all terrified, their legs weak and unable to move.
The fierce constables on both sides pounced, iron rulers and chains brought out to bind Pang Yu.
"Who dares!" Pang Yu roared as always, his eyes flashing with murderous intent as he coldly swept his gaze around.
But it was no use. The constables Bao Zheng brought were clearly his trusted confidants who had followed him for many years. Although they slowed their pace considerably due to fear of their fourth brother's fierce gaze, not one of them retreated or stopped.
Pang Yu saw that he couldn't control the situation. He also knew that Pang Fu was a coward. Without the personal orders of his second and third mothers, he would never dare to let the guards help him. In a moment of panic, he reached back to draw his Fish Intestine Sword.
Being captured and imprisoned didn't matter. He just had to break through the encirclement and tell Xiu Xiang that Di Qing was safe! This was a promise he made to her, a man's promise. He had to keep it no matter what!
Fish Intestine Sword in his left hand, lime powder in his right. Pang Yu was confident that as long as Zhan Zhao hadn't joined Bao Zheng, even if Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu attacked him together, he could still escape.
However, just as he grasped the hilt of the sword, before he could even draw it, his entire arm became immobile.
Ye Gucheng flashed in front of him. He grabbed his shoulder and shook his head slowly without saying a word.
"Let go, let go! I have things to do, things of utmost importance..." Pang Yu struggled and shouted, but it was no use. The constables and yamen runners rushed over and tied him up like a dumpling.
"Take him away!" Bao Zheng ordered, and he was dragged out. He was pushed and shoved towards the door.
"Let me go, let me go!" Pang Yu was frantic, shouting all the way. His voice was hoarse from shouting, but the stewards and stewards who came after hearing the commotion didn't move an inch, just watching.
This was understandable. If it were an ordinary case, the Grand Tutor's Mansion would never lose face by letting the constables and yamen runners from Kaifeng Prefecture rush in and take away the mansion's first-class servant. But this matter was too big. A servant had actually dared to castrate a prince, a crime punishable by the extermination of three generations of his family!
No one dared to stand up for him.
Except for Wanren Di.
"Fourth Brother! Fourth Brother!" Wanrendi, who was outside the courtyard gate munching on a basket of large meat buns, saw his master captured, dropped his half-eaten bun, grabbed a bamboo pole, and charged.
Unfortunately, he was taken down in a single move. The one who attacked wasn't Ye Gucheng, but just an ordinary constable.
A powerful name, a stout physique, yet shockingly low combat strength…
Despite this, Pang Yu was still deeply moved and decided that once he got out, he would definitely take Wan Rendi out for a feast. Eat whatever they wanted, as much as they wanted!
Fourth Brother, I'm not an ungrateful person.
"Brother Pang—" Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out behind him.
It was Xiu Xiang's voice!
Pang Yu turned around with a heavy heart.
Not far away, this orphaned, frail girl stood there, tears welling in her eyes, calling to him inconsolably. Her reddened eyes were filled with tears, her thin body swaying precariously. Her dark hair, falling over her shoulders, contrasted with her pale lips, lifeless eyes, and sorrowful face. She was indescribably delicate, pitiful, and heartbreaking!
Pang Yu's heart ached. He didn't know where the strength came from, but with a roar, he forcefully broke free from the restraints of four or five constables. He charged towards her.
He hadn't run two steps before Ye Gucheng blocked his way again.
"If you don't want to lose your head, you'd better not move."
"Who dares to kill me! Who can kill me!!!"
Pang Yu roared angrily, and under his glare, Ye Gucheng's hand involuntarily loosened.
"Grab him!" Shouts rang out from all directions.
He was instantly surrounded.
Pang Yu tried to run, but it was too late.
At Bao Zheng's command, the constables rushed over and pinned him down.
Di Xiuxiang's delicate body trembled violently, and tears of despair uncontrollably streamed down her face.
With a "thud," she knelt on the ground, tears still streaming uncontrollably from her eyes.
“Brother Pang, it’s all Xiuxiang’s fault, Xiuxiang… Waaaaah, it’s all Xiuxiang’s
fault for dragging you down…” “Don’t cry!” Pang Yu tried his best to break free but couldn’t, and could only shout desperately, “This has nothing to do with you, it’s all my fault. Don’t worry, I have a benefactor to help me, I’ll be fine, I’ll be back in three to five days to be with you, Chuixue. Take good care of Xiuxiang, if she loses even a single hair, I’ll take your head!”
Chuixue choked out her agreement.
“Brother Pang!” Di Xiuxiang cried out sadly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, her gaunt face that could break Pang Yu’s heart, “Xiuxiang is waiting for you, waiting for you to come back, if anything happens to you, Xiuxiang will never live alone!”
There were no vows of eternal love, no sweet words, only a tearful promise between lovers in a sudden moment of crisis… For the first time in his life, Pang Yu felt the taste of love, and had an urge to cry.
"Xiuxiang, I've found out, Qing'er is alright, Qing'er... *Clang!*" Pang Yu shouted, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his head. The constables, fearing they couldn't restrain him, had struck him hard on the back of the head with an iron ruler.
"He...he's alright...he...was...was..."
*Clang!* Another blow, making Pang Yu see stars, blood streaming down his face.
Di Xiuxiang sobbed uncontrollably.
"Brother Pang, sob sob sob..."
"He's alright, he...was saved by a kind person..."
*Clang!* A third blow, Pang Yu's face covered in blood.
"You...don't...don't—worry—" Enduring excruciating pain, he managed to utter the last three words before his body stiffened, collapsing like a mountain collapsing into a pool of blood.

Chapter 107: Touching My Woman Resultes in Castration!

"Fourth Master, please, please, come, please, please." In the Kaifeng Prefecture prison, Wei Ning, the jailer who had always been praised by successive prefects for his conscientiousness, was respectfully squatting at the cell door, carefully offering Pang Yu a cup of freshly brewed tea with boiling water.
"This is top-quality Junshan Silver Needle tea, specially sent by the Grand Commandant's office. I've brewed it for you."
Pang Yu took it and lifted the lid of the teacup.
"Hmm, good tea, good tea! The aroma is high and clear, the taste is mellow and sweet, the soup is bright yellow, and the buds are strong and covered with fine hairs." Pang Yu, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, looked at the teacup and commented, "These fine hairs stand upright in the soup, rising to the surface, slowly sinking, rising again and sinking again, three times up and three times down, creating a fascinating sight—Warden Wei, thank you for your hard work."
"Oh, it's no trouble at all. It's my honor to serve Fourth Master."
The Kaifeng Prefecture prison, which should have been heavily guarded and filled with torture, was now a place of great importance.
From the moment Fourth Brother moved in and went from unconscious to conscious, in less than half a day, it became a private, comfortable, and safe vacation spot with bodyguards, caregivers, a butler, and gourmet food—all for one person to enjoy alone.
Why was this?
It's simple: Kaifeng Prefecture is vast and has many affairs, and Pang Yu's case involves a wide range of people (a major conflict between two factions). Bao Zheng's cronies couldn't possibly be everywhere in the Kaifeng Prefecture government, and the prison was still staffed by the same people.
If they weren't his cronies, things would be easier. Although Bao Zheng ordered strict guarding and no slackening, even the strictest orders couldn't overcome certain things, such as... power, money, or coercion.
From the moment Pang Yu "moved in," successively... from high to low, the Imperial Concubine, the Grand Tutor's Mansion, the Grand Commandant's Mansion, the Prince of Dongping's Mansion (Second Sister was the Prince of Dongping's daughter), and many officials siding with Grand Tutor Pang sent people to instruct that the prison be "well-guarded." The generous young master Qian Shicai distributed a small sum of money to everyone in the prison as a "gift," the first installment being half a year's salary. The jailers were all smiles, and of course, he also made a bold statement: "Anyone who takes the money and doesn't do their job, and doesn't take good care of Pang Si, will be going back to collect their family's corpses.
That's how it is. Who would dare not treat Pang Yu like a master?
Even in prison, Fourth Brother is living like a god.
" "Oh dear. The tea is quite good. But I'm a little hungry. Go to Liquanfang in the north of the city and get some Baiji peanut cake and Shajia braised beef. Get a lot. Quickly. Fourth Brother wants to eat. Bring it over, everyone should have some."
"Thank you for your generosity, Fourth Master. Thank you, Fourth Master." "Follow Pang Yu. Everyone gets to eat, drink, and get paid. Who wouldn't be happy?" Cheers erupted from the jailers and prisoners.
Prisoners?!
That's right. Fourth Brother is benevolent. Good things are always shared.
As soon as Bao Zheng took office, he immediately ordered a city-wide manhunt. The thugs, hooligans, and hooligans who were arrested, interrogated, and imprisoned all became Fourth Brother's most steadfast followers. They
even had endless food and drink while sitting in jail. With such a boss, there was no question, one word: follow!
To curry favor with Fourth Brother, Wei Ning left his post without permission. He personally went out to run errands.
Pang Yu sat leisurely in his luxurious suite, dressed in brocade prison clothes, leaning against a down cushion, holding a Yue ware celadon teacup (at that time, the five great kilns hadn't even emerged yet, and Yue ware was already at its peak), waiting for his return. Little did he know that Wei Ning's obsequious and fawning face would never return.
What awaited him were the yamen runners who would take him for interrogation!
Eight men. Eight burly men, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, like wolves and tigers, who grabbed him without a word and dragged him out!
"Pang Si, do you know your crime!" In the main hall of the Kaifeng
Prefecture government office, Bao Zheng's sharp, thunderous rebuke echoed, while the twenty-four guards remained standing on either side.
The dragon-headed guillotine, tiger-headed guillotine, and dog-headed guillotine were lined up, their blades gleaming with a chilling light.
"I...don't know," Pang Yu stammered. Completely different from his dream, Pang Yu didn't struggle to prevent the constables from pinning him down. Nor did he preemptively launch a counterattack. Instead, he entered and casually sat down on the ground, legs crossed, one side of his body leaning to one side, hand supporting his head—a posture resembling a drunken Arhat.
"Bang!" Bao Zheng slammed his gavel heavily.
"You audacious scoundrel! How dare you lie down in the main hall of Kaifeng Prefecture! Beware, I will punish you for contempt of court!" The voice was loud, intimidating, and very official—the kind of tone Bao Zheng used when interrogating cases. We're used to seeing and hearing this in novels and storytelling. Nothing to be surprised about.
"Contempt my foot!" Pang Yu retorted rudely, pointing to his own head. "Look, look! Lord Bao, this is what your men are doing! They just come up and beat me without a word! Is this how Kaifeng Prefecture handles cases? Iron rulers, chains, violent enforcement? They're even more arrogant than the city management team!"
"Don't understand? Fine, then put it simply: you had me beaten, arrested and tortured, and now I'm suffering from back pain, dizziness, and oh right, my legs are cramping terribly. Lord Bao, I really can't stand up, I really can't. If I don't lie down, I'll have to sit in your seat. If you don't believe me… uh, you can always get Dr. Lin from Baozhitang to examine me. If he finds nothing wrong with me, I'll kowtow and apologize, and I won't complain about whatever crime you charge me with."
Bao Zheng was speechless.
He was unaware that Lin Daoyuan, the national physician, had been forced by Pang Yu to infiltrate the heavily guarded Prince An Ding's mansion under the guise of a follow-up visit. After crippling the scoundrel who had humiliated Xiuxiang, Lin Daoyuan, fearing retaliation from the Prince's faction, had firmly become Fourth Brother's subordinate and supporter. Even if Fourth Brother hadn't actually been injured, they could still fabricate a level-two disability assessment.
Bao Zheng was unaware of this, but was still extremely frustrated. He was always incorruptible in his official duties, and his trusted subordinates were all strict with themselves and law-abiding. For many years, whether apprehending criminals or arresting murderers, they had always strictly followed procedures, never resorting to violence unless absolutely necessary. This time, Pang Yu was beaten bloody on the spot, which was completely… completely… sigh!
Firstly, Grand Tutor Pang and he had a long-standing feud. His loyal subordinates, who had served him for years, were all eager to avenge their master. Furthermore, they had long resented the tyrannical and lawless behavior of the Grand Tutor's servants, and now that they finally had a chance to arrest him, the operation was bound to be large-scale.
Secondly, and most importantly, in recent days, the streets were plastered with all sorts of tabloids and leaflets, spreading rumors throughout the capital that this servant was having an affair with Nangong Qinyi. Although everyone knew it was impossible, pure fabrication, these valiant men, who were Nangong Qinyi's fervent supporters and had always worshipped her like a goddess, were filled with rage!
Pang Yu openly resisted arrest, repeatedly fighting back under their noses, using his strength to take down several of their men. What man could tolerate that? They grabbed an iron ruler and began smashing it over his head!
This incident caused a major blunder. First, it gave the Grand Tutor's mansion ammunition for assault, inevitably leading to accusations from the Grand Tutor's faction of provocation and personal vendetta, forcing Bao Zheng to submit a memorial clarifying the matter. Then, Pang Yu remained unconscious for two days. No matter what they did, they couldn't wake him, severely delaying the trial. Finally, when he did wake up, he enjoyed a good meal and drinks for most of the day, then, using the excuse of being beaten and injured, openly slept in court!
Bao Zheng was so frustrated he almost banged his head against the wall.
Of course, he knew what was going on in the prison,
but even if he did, there was nothing he could do. He was the one who started the fight, and he was in the wrong! Pang Yu was living a life of luxury in prison, enjoying good food and drink, while Bao Zheng could only turn a blind eye.
What else could he do? Stop him?
Well, Pang Yu would immediately use the excuse of being too injured to be questioned, get bail, and go home openly!
Bao Zheng was helpless, utterly helpless!
"Sigh, even the most capable subordinates are a burden if they're not properly trained; one mistake and trouble follows."
Bao Zheng couldn't find a reason to refute Pang Yu, after all, the man's head was still wrapped in bandages. He could only give a wink to the constables to bring him a chair to sit on before slowly questioning him.
Sitting "in" the Kaifeng Prefecture hall as a prisoner to be interrogated—Fourth Brother was definitely the first in history!
"Oh dear, I've lost too much blood…it's easy to get thirsty. Lord Bao, how about a pot of pre-Qingming Longjing or Dongting Biluochun to moisten my throat before we talk about other things?"
Pang Yu sat down casually, waiting for the constables to brew the tea and hand it to him. He took a sip, sighed twice, sighed twice, took another sip, and after a long while, finally said, "Lord Bao, I'm almost done. Ask me whatever you want." Bao Zheng took a deep breath, thinking that he could finally conduct a normal interrogation. With a loud "smack," the judge slammed the gavel and demanded sharply, "Why did you castrate the Prince of Anding?" "
He kidnapped Xiuxiang, intending to commit a beastly act. I was taking revenge!"
"Xiuxiang? The firewood-selling girl?"
"Yes."
"What's your relationship with her? Why did you stand up for her!"
"What, Judge Bao, with your brilliant judgment, can't even see this?" Pang Yu coldly mocked.
Bao Zheng's face hardened, and he said solemnly, "In cases, everything must be stated by you personally before it can be recorded."
"Fine, I'll tell you!" Pang Yu stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Xiuxiang is my woman! Zhao Shiqing touched my woman, tell me—shouldn't he—be—castrated?!"
Even with Bao Zheng's vast knowledge and expertise in judging cases, he was slightly taken aback.
In this era destined for male supremacy and female inferiority, a rising star among the servants with limitless potential (joining the Pang family instantly promoted him to first-class servant, and he's still the best among servants?), actually committed a heinous crime for a lowly orphaned wood-selling girl, willing to ruin his promising future, even...
risking his life.
"Good, good indeed, touching my woman is very good!! Very good!!!" Before Bao Zheng could recover from his shock, a furious shout suddenly rang out from outside the hall, like a thunderclap, shaking everyone to their core.
Everyone was startled and looked towards the door in unison. "Eighth Prince!!!"

Chapter 108 The Furious Father-in-Law

"Father-in-law, Father-in-law!" Pang Yu was thrilled.
This...this...this isn't a divinely appointed benefactor sent to rescue him!
"Don't call me father-in-law, I have no son-in-law like you..." The Eighth Prince, his face contorted with rage, suddenly realized that over a dozen pairs of eyes in the hall were staring at him. His expression instantly darkened, threatening to turn black.
Bao Zheng's surprise flashed briefly, and he stood up: "Eighth Prince, you are concerned for the country and its people, working tirelessly day and night, dedicating yourself to the Song Dynasty. You are truly a blessing to the nation and a model for all officials. Bao Zheng admires you greatly. Your Highness is tired; you spoke in your sleep last night—Guards, please invite Your Highness to the back hall for a rest, and offer him tea."
"No—necessity!" The Eighth Prince waved his hand, abruptly interrupting Bao Zheng's attempt to cover for him, his gaze burning like lightning as he shot towards Pang Yu.
"This person, I will personally investigate!"
"Absolutely not!" "
If there's anyone in the world who would dare defy the Eighth Prince's small request, it would be none other than the black-faced Bao Zheng.
Even if the two have a good personal relationship, and the Eighth Prince has helped him countless times, in front of Bao Zheng, who would abandon even humanity for the sake of the law, all previous good relationships are meaningless!
'Eighth Prince!' Bao Zheng walked into the hall, solemnly bowing to the Eighth Prince: 'This person is involved in a major case that has alarmed the court and the public. His Majesty has entrusted Bao Zheng with the full authority to investigate. Before the facts are confirmed, no one is allowed to question him privately.'"
"A major case? What a load of rubbish!" The Eighth Prince was furious, his anger blazing. He slammed his fist on the table. "All he did was castrate that little beast Shiqing over a wood-selling girl! Serves him right! Serves him right!!! Last year I arranged his marriage to the daughter of Shi Wendong, the Minister of Revenue, and in less than three months he'd taken five more concubines. Now even worse, he's forcibly abducting women! Good, good! He's completely disgraced the Song Dynasty's imperial family!"
Bao Zheng broke out in a cold sweat. Taking concubines? In the Song Dynasty, let alone the imperial family, even slightly wealthy families had multiple wives. Some even competed with each other, making it fashionable. Forcibly abducting women? That was a specialty of these imperial relatives and纨绔公子 (spoiled young masters). When Wu Gongzheng was the prefect, there were three or five such incidents every day. The Eighth Prince, being the head of the imperial family, wasn't unaware of these things. Why was he so angry today?!
Pang Yu broke out in a cold sweat. "Damn it." His cheap father-in-law hadn't heard that he'd committed a heinous crime for Xiu Xiang—a mere woodcutter girl in his eyes—and now he thought he was heartless, fickle, and promiscuous, having already been with Qin Yi yet still fooling around outside, betraying his daughter. So he came to confront him,
right? Six exclamation marks! A chill
ran down Pang Yu's spine. He'd personally experienced the cunning of this scheming uncle. When he got angry…
Pang Yu nervously pulled out a handful of paper—yes. Still there. But who knew when it would be gone!
Then again, "Father-in-law, I was inspired by you to decide to take drastic measures. I'll stab Zhao Shiqing hard in the ground. If Bao Zheng convicts me, you won't escape the blame for instigating it!"
Pang Yu decided to stand on Bao Zheng's side, without hesitation.
In the Song Dynasty, "Better to offend Bao Zheng than Zhao Shiqing," was his motto.
Bao Zheng was ruthless, but at least he acted according to the laws of the Song Dynasty. And completely so.
But for his respected, noble, and great father-in-law,
the law? He was the law.
"Lord Bao, are you determined not to let me question him alone?" The Eighth Prince's voice deepened, and a chilling sneer gradually appeared.
"If Your Highness wishes to ask, you can wait until Bao Zheng has interrogated him." Bao Zheng continued without giving him any face.
The Eighth Prince probably expected him to say that, and with a snort, a cold smile appeared: "I can't wait any longer, I want to ask him now!"
"I'm sorry, Bao Zheng cannot agree." Bao Zheng firmly shook his head, his face solemn.
Good for you, Old Bao, you don't even give face to the Eighth Prince. Truly impartial and incorruptible, Fourth Brother supports you!
For some reason, seeing the Eighth Prince's smile made Pang Yu feel a chill down his spine, and he subconsciously wished that Bao Zheng would get rid of him quickly and stop him from continuing to frighten people.
"You really won't agree?" The Eighth Prince stepped forward, his sneer widening, closing the distance between them to a very close level, seemingly intending to give a warning or hint.
Bao Zheng stepped back. He cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Eighth Prince, please speak plainly in court. Bao Zheng is always honest and impartial in judging cases, and there are absolutely no secrets that can be kept hidden."
The Eighth Prince was almost going crazy.
Speak plainly?!
Speak plainly that this little servant is his son-in-law, Qin Yi's man? Speak plainly that he and this boy made a pact to help him ascend the throne in exchange for Qin Yi recognizing her father? Did
the Eighth Prince have no shame?
Did the Song Dynasty imperial family, led by him, have no shame?
Did his beloved daughter, still unmarried and adored by the world, have no shame?
Bao Zheng, you're giving me too much credit !
The Eighth Prince was furious, but his smile only grew stronger.
A sneer!
"Lord Bao, you've been following the imperial decree in your judgments; it was the Emperor who entrusted you with the task of investigating thoroughly."
"Eighth Prince, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. Weren't you present at the morning court session this day?"
The Eighth Prince ignored him, raising his voice and slowing his speech, asking directly, "Then if the Emperor changes his decree, Lord Bao, could you allow me to question him first?"
Bao Zheng's expression was solemn, and he respectfully replied, "If there is an imperial order, how dare I disobey?"
"Good!" The Eighth Prince shouted, pulling something from behind his back, instantly filling the hall with dazzling golden light!
"A...a golden whip!?" Bao Zheng exclaimed in surprise.
The Eighth Prince, wielding a golden whip, flicked his python robe and spoke in a voice like thunder: "When the late Emperor passed away, he bestowed this whip upon me, saying it could be used to strike down tyrannical rulers and treacherous officials. Wherever this golden whip goes, it is as if the Emperor himself is present. Furthermore, I am granted twelve imperial edicts, allowing me to attend court with a sword and shoes, and to pay homage without revealing my name.
Lord Bao, a veteran of two reigns, surely you are aware of this history?" "How could I not know? I was right there when the late Emperor bestowed the whip," Bao Zheng bowed and said, then knelt down and kowtowed three times facing the imperial mausoleum.
The Eighth Prince's expression was cold and stern as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "Wherever this golden whip goes, it is as if the Emperor himself is present. If the late Emperor wishes to personally interrogate Pang Si now, Lord Bao, you have no intention of doing so, do you?"
"No," Bao Zheng replied obediently, still prostrate on the ground.
"Alright, then find a quiet room immediately, dismiss everyone, and anyone who dares to eavesdrop on my words will be executed on the spot!" His gaze shifted to the somewhat dazed Pang Yu, and his previously suppressed smile widened again. "You'd better explain your affair with that firewood-selling girl, or you might not even be qualified to enter the palace!"
"Explain what? No need to explain, she's my wife, just like Qin Yi, not yet married into the family."
Have you ever seen someone with a beautiful wife still keeping a mistress outside? You certainly have.
A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one. Have
you ever seen a father-in-law come to interrogate you, and you admit it and still act with righteous indignation? You certainly have.
If not, look at Fourth Brother! And so, following the Eighth Prince to a secluded room in Kaifeng Prefecture, with no one else around, Pang Yu grabbed a chair, sat down casually, and said with a grin, completely unconcerned.
At this moment, in the eyes of the Eighth Prince, he was a scoundrel, a little rascal, a little beast who had been betrothed to his beautiful daughter yet still cheated on her, kept mistresses, and caused a huge disaster!
If it weren't for his precious daughter, this man would probably die a thousand times over, and that wouldn't be enough to quell his anger.
The Eighth Prince endured, gritted his teeth, and refrained from striking him for his daughter's sake.
Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, members of the imperial family had suffered many misfortunes. Some had their hands or feet cut off, some were paralyzed from the waist down, and some were killed on the battlefield or in daily life.
But castration was truly unprecedented.
Was there any more inhumane and cruel method in the world?
This was a deliberate attempt to wipe out a branch of the Zhao family.
Pang Yu had stabbed him with a dagger, and while he felt good, satisfied, and vented his anger, he had also created a huge mess.
He didn't just stab Zhao Shiqing; he stabbed the entire Song Dynasty royal family in the back.
What does it mean to have something so egregious? This is it!
The shrewd and calculating Eighth Prince was certain that the crimes Pang Si had committed this time were far beyond what a mere servant like himself could bear—even though he was a first-class servant in the Grand Tutor's household, with the Marquis of Anle and Grand Tutor Pang protecting him.
Or… if Wu Gongzheng were presiding over the trial, Pang Si might have been spared.
But now, the presiding judge was Bao Xiren (Bao Zheng's courtesy name was Xiren), absolutely impartial and incorruptible, and he wouldn't give Grand Tutor Pang any face, even if he himself intervened.
Just two days ago, Zhao Shiqing's father, Prince Zhao Shouxun of Chu, wept uncontrollably in front of all the civil and military officials in the Chuigong Hall (the palace where Emperor Renzong usually held court). The Emperor was furious upon hearing this and ordered a thorough investigation to bring the culprit to justice for the imperial family... The Eighth Prince was extremely anxious. Hearing that Pang Si had just woken up and that Bao Zheng was preparing to hold court (if he couldn't even find out this much information, then you really underestimate the Eighth Prince), he grabbed his golden whip and rushed over. He had to save his son-in-law's life no matter what, and he couldn't let his precious daughter lose her husband at such a young age—who would persuade her to recognize her father after losing her husband?!
The Eighth Prince rushed over in a panic, filled with anxiety. He wished he could sprout wings and arrive even a moment earlier, but the more he rushed, the slower he arrived. He exhausted three horses, broke two axles, and nearly fell to his death himself. Finally, he burst into Kaifeng Prefecture just as Bao Zheng began his interrogation. But before he even entered the main hall, he heard Pang Yu shouting wildly, "She's my woman! She's my woman!"—referring, of course, not to his daughter…
Leaving the main hall and entering the side room, the Eighth Prince was still furious, especially seeing Pang Yu's shameless, oblivious face. He really wanted to grab his golden whip and whip him to death on the spot!

Chapter 109: "One day she's my woman, forever she's my woman

." The golden whip was raised high, the Eighth Prince's face contorted with rage.
If he hadn't entered middle age and his temper hadn't been much more restrained than before, the golden whip would have already lashed down.
Seriously, if it were the dashing, impetuous Prince of Guangling (the Eighth Prince was granted the title of Prince of Guangling in his youth) from twenty years ago, Pang Yu would be dead at least three times over by now!
"You...you...how dare you! You already have Qin Yi, yet you're still...with other women..." Due to extreme rage, the Eighth Prince spoke haltingly—he was barely holding back, because every few words he had to distract himself and control his hand, lest he accidentally strike Pang Yu on the head in a fit of anger.
"Father-in-law, you must think..." Pang Yu, unusually serious, completely disregarded the threat of the golden whip so close at hand—if the cunning uncle could bring himself to do it, he would have already done it; why wait until now?
"Qin Yi is hailed as the most famous courtesan in the land, possessing unparalleled beauty, unmatched musical skills, and proficiency in poetry, prose, calligraphy, and all other arts. She is also your daughter, a princess of the Great Song Dynasty. Don't even mention a lowly wood-selling girl; all the women in the world combined cannot compare to her, right?"
"Hmph!" The Eighth Prince snorted heavily, his expression softening slightly at the constant praise of his daughter.
"But in my eyes, there are only two kinds of women: those I want to take in, and those I have no interest in taking in—ah, and then there's my mother. Apart from that, no one is different from anyone else." Pang Yu smiled, speaking frankly. "What? You say…you say my precious daughter…is like a wood-selling girl…?" The Eighth Prince's eyes widened, his face turning pale with anger, feeling utterly humiliated.
Wasn't that right? His daughter was his creation, the purest princess of the Great Song Dynasty, and in Pang Si's eyes, she was just a wood-selling girl? "Then he's just one step away from being the supreme ruler, he could be called the 'Nine-Fourth Emperor' or the 'Nine Thousand Years Old' (...). At most, he's just the father of the wood-selling girl!"
The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth. He was ready to kill. "
Tch, at night when the lights are out, there's no difference, "
Pang Yu thought to himself. But looking at the gleaming golden whip that was swaying in the cunning uncle's hand... he gritted his teeth, just like the cunning uncle, and held back from saying it.
"Yes, the same. Qin Yi and I are truly in love, and we went through many hardships to be together. The same goes for Xiu Xiang. My love for them is equal, just like those who marry Ehuang and Nüying at the same time... what was it again..."
"How dare you compare yourself to the Yellow Emperor!" The Eighth Prince was furious and finally couldn't hold back anymore. He swung his whip.
"Crash----" Less than a foot away from Pang Yu, a fine rosewood table shattered into pieces.
"Father-in-law, please be gentle, be gentle!" Pang Yu quickly shrank to the side, frantically wiping away sweat. "Damn it, ancient times were so restrictive! Even mentioning the Yellow Emperor gets you beaten. I, on the other hand, wanted to build a harem with three palaces and six courtyards—should I be skinned alive and torn apart by five horses?" (Off-screen voice: Serves you right!!!)
The Eighth Prince, thinking he was scared, stepped forward and coldly threatened, "I'll give you a chance. Go and sever ties with that wood-selling girl now. From now on, treat Qin Yi with all your heart. I'll send someone to take care of the wood-selling girl's future life, and the trouble you caused this time… I'll also help you… settle everything!"
See? The Eighth Prince was indeed the Eighth Prince; he casually offered such conditions.
To anyone else, these were conditions that wouldn't require consideration, and Pang Yu hadn't considered them either.
"I'm sorry, I cannot agree."
"You!"
"I'm not that kind of heartless person." Pang Yu suddenly stood up.
Then he sat down again, pointing to himself: "No matter when or under what circumstances, I will never betray my woman."
"How dare you say that!" The Eighth Prince glared at him, raising his whip to strike again. "You already have Qin Yi, why are you still seducing that little firewood seller? How can you do this to my daughter?"
Pang Yu raised his head proudly, meeting the Eighth Prince's gaze without fear.
"Father-in-law, it seems you also have a queen, and more than one, before you and Qin Yi's mother..."
"Clang!"
The Eighth Prince's golden whip, which he had picked up to strike again, fell to the ground, as if he had been slapped hard across the face. His face turned pale, instantly draining of color, his lips twitching. "You...you...you...you dare..." The feeling of having one's sore spot exposed was unbearable!
“Father-in-law!” Pang Yu grabbed the armrest and stood up abruptly, his expression serious. “Think about it, think it over carefully. If I can abandon Xiuxiang today to protect myself, will I also betray Qinyi one day for some reason? It is said that no matter how capable a person is, he cannot be used if he has betrayed his master, because he may betray you at any time. By the same token, would Your Highness dare to have a despicable man who starts a relationship and then abandons it as your son-in-law?”
The Eighth Prince was stunned and speechless.
"As long as she's my woman, I will never betray her in my entire life, no matter the hardships, the storms, or what happens." The lie had gotten out of hand, so Pang Yu could only continue to stubbornly insist, as if Nangong Qinyi and he were having an affair. "Whether it's Xiuxiang or Qinyi, I won't give up either of them. Once they're my women, they'll be my women for life. Anyone who dares to hurt them, I'll fight them to the death!"
The Eighth Prince's expression softened slightly, but he remained stern, suspiciously asking, "Are you serious? Are you just putting on an act for me?"
"Heaven is my witness!"
"Good!" The Eighth Prince suddenly laughed, his voice deep, "I want you to promise to immediately send Xiuxiang to Leizhou for resettlement, to live in the residence I designate. I will have people take care of her, and you will be allowed to visit her once every three years. This way, it won't be considered abandoning her, and it will be fair to my daughter who is devoted to me. What do you say?"
"Leizhou...Lingnan? The soil there is barren and rife with miasma. You want a frail woman to live there!"
"Yes, the environment is harsh, but you'll never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. It's much better than her current situation, selling firewood and burning charcoal, barely making ends meet." The Eighth Prince stared at him, his voice low and deep.
Pang Yu remained unmoved. He countered, "Does Your Highness think I'll agree? "
The Eighth Prince narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said calmly, "You have no choice but to agree, because only I can save you. If you don't want to be sentenced to death with reprieve or exiled three thousand miles away..."
A threat! A threat indeed! The cunning old man's vicious threat!!!
"Then Your Highness, please leave," Pang Yu coldly interrupted, completely ignoring him.
"Damn it, what do you mean? You think I'll back down like this?
Fourth Brother's unyielding spirit can't be bent by power!
Besides, there are plenty of people who can save me. So what if I castrate a prince? My heartless father, my imperial concubine sister—who can't handle that? Bah! Save me? Does Fourth Brother need anyone to save him? I have every reason and evidence to castrate Zhao Shiqing. Let's see what Bao Zheng can say.
Fourth Brother is upright and honest; who would he be afraid of?!
" "You...you really want me to go back? You really don't want to die!" The Eighth Prince had probably never been so angry in his life, nor had he ever seen such a stubborn young man. If this weren't his son-in-law, and more importantly, his precious daughter's greatest hope for recognizing her father, he would have long since abandoned him and let him fend for himself.
Pang Yu shrugged, looking completely indifferent.
"Alright, then how about not sending her to Lingnan, but to Sichuan? Chengdu, the Land of Abundance, you're allowed to visit once every two years. I guarantee she won't live worse than a woman from a wealthy family."
"No."
"...Taiyuan, is that alright now? You're allowed to visit once a year."
"No.
" "How about Jiangnan? Hangzhou, beautiful mountains and clear waters. Prosperous since ancient times. I have a private residence by West Lake. How do princesses of the Song Dynasty live? I'll make sure she lives the same way!" The Eighth Prince practically begged Pang Yu for a talk. As the only powerful figure in the Song Dynasty qualified to challenge the emperor, such a concession was a miracle, a true miracle (it's not difficult for the sun to rise in the west, just fly in a certain direction).
"No."
"Then where are you going to send her!" This time, the enraged, cunning uncle roared, shaking the entire room.
He roared, but Pang Yu wasn't afraid at all.
"I'm not going anywhere, I just want Xiuxiang by my side."
"Impossible!" The Eighth Prince flicked his sleeve, rejecting him on the spot. "This woman must be sent away. I only want you to stay by Qin Yi's side at all times, and love only her."
"No—Impossible—" Pang Yu drawled, replying cleanly with those three words.
----At a time like this, the Fourth Prince is the only one in the world who dares to defy the Eighth Prince!
The Eighth Prince was furious, his once dignified face now filled with almost violent rage, even his hand pointing at him trembled slightly: "You...you...you're serious?"
"Of course it's true, Heaven is my witness---Father-in-law, you don't need to ask anymore. No matter what conditions you offer, I will not abandon Xiuxiang. Once she's my woman, she'll be forever!"
"Forever?"
"Yes, for all eternity!" Pang Yu's words carried immense weight.
The Eighth Prince stared at Pang Yu for a few seconds, then suddenly bent down, picked up the golden whip, and walked towards him, holding it upside down.
Those who have long held high positions naturally possess an imposing aura, especially the Eighth Prince, a man of immense power and influence. Add to that his burning rage in his eyes, his boiling murderous intent, and the imperial weapon in his hand—a weapon bestowed upon him that would grant impunity for killing… anyone who saw him would feel weak in the knees and filled with fear!
Was Pang Yu afraid?
Yes! Of course he was! Being struck by that thing would likely result in one thing:
instant collapse!
But he smiled.
“Father-in-law, if I were to be frightened like this, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even be qualified to be your son-in-law.”
The Eighth Prince also smiled, and with a smile, he put away the golden whip.
“It seems I can’t persuade you anytime soon. So be it.”
Just admit it like that?
Wrong!
The Eighth Prince sighed deeply.
"Ah—young people, so ignorant, they don't know what it means to be arrogant and conceited. They take their elders' good intentions
for granted. Ah—" Pang Yu felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing his sigh, vaguely sensing a conspiracy brewing. He quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, I appreciate Father-in-law's kindness, I appreciate it.
" The Eighth Prince snorted, his smile deepening, "Yes, you're living comfortably in prison, with food and drink served to you, even the jailer makes your tea...tsk tsk tsk, top-quality Junshan Silver Needle tea! I usually drink this too, living a very comfortable life. Whether I'm released or not doesn't matter, right?"
Pang Yu's face stiffened.
Damn it, he even knows this. Just how many cunning old men are spying on him in prison?!
"It seems you won't understand until you experience the bitterness of imprisonment. You won't know how big this whole mess is until you witness the revenge methods of Shi Qing and Yun Bi." "Alright, I'll give you three days. Think it over carefully before telling Warden Wei. He'll naturally find a way to get the message to me."
"But the premise is..."
The Eighth Prince suddenly paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes that was completely at odds with the majestic, benevolent, and righteous image described in storytelling and novels. He threw out a sentence and turned to leave.
"If you're still alive by then."
*Tch, does that make you think you can scare me? *
Pang Yu gave him a disdainful look. ----Towards his retreating figure.
The Eighth Prince seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at him with a gloomy expression: "Don't think you're the only smart one in the world. These past few days, Yunbi has let you cause trouble, spreading rumors and slandering him everywhere, without making any counterattack. It's because he's afraid of you. If that were true, he wouldn't be in his current position, and he wouldn't be able to support the entire Prince's Party."
"Finally, let me remind you: a cat that truly knows how to play with mice doesn't usually meow."
Pang Yu's leisurely expression tightened instantly. "
I have said all I need to say. You'd better take care of yourself."
With a "bang!" the door slammed shut.
This time, it was the prison door.
Pang Yu turned his head, staring intently at the cell where, less than a short while after the Eighth Prince left, he had been escorted back to the prison and imprisoned.
Narrow, dark, damp, and dilapidated—no words could adequately describe the environment. Compared to his previous luxurious cell, clean, bright, and spotless, with even a cashmere mattress, it was like heaven and earth.
"Damn it, what kind of place is this?! A doghouse!!! " Pang Yu wanted to curse. "
The difference between a five-star hotel and a ten-yuan motel..." He thought, " Bao Heizi, didn't you claim to be incorruptible and impartial?! Why did that scheming uncle barge into the lobby with his golden whip, whisper something in your ear, and then skip the questioning altogether, just barging me in? What's he up to? Find someone to play hide-and-seek with Fourth Brother?! Holy crap, that's too ruthless!" Looking at the seven or eight burly men who were grinning and closing in, some with dragon tattoos on their chests, some with scars on their faces, and some carrying shackles upside down... Pang Yu suddenly had a bad feeling. "Uncle Ba, are you playing me?!"

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