[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 39

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Chapter 297 The Little Princess's Loneliness She

stared blankly at the bronze mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her face was flushed with a thin layer of rosy pink, glowing with a milky sheen in the flickering candlelight, as if exquisitely carved from the finest mutton-fat jade. Her delicate, arched eyebrows concealed a mixture of shyness and resentment towards a certain scoundrel… Yes, that big bad guy! Next time I see him, I'll skin him alive and feed him to the dogs—no, feeding him to the dogs is too lenient. This scoundrel deserves a much harsher punishment, forced to follow me obediently and be my slave for life!
As she thought this, an unconcealable shyness welled up in her large, dark eyes. She hated that guy to death, but for some reason, the thought of him made her face flush.
After a long while, she remembered that someone was waiting outside her bedchamber. With a twitch of her nose, she called out without turning her head.
"Little Bean—did Seventeenth Brother ask you to bring me anything fun?"
Bean was a palace purchasing eunuch, young but shrewd. Because purchasing items often required him to leave the palace, Zhao Yunbi frequently had him bring in little trinkets to please the princess. Everyone in the imperial family knew that the Emperor doted on this younger sister; getting closer to her would only bring benefits.
Therefore, among the many members of the imperial family, Zhao Yunbi was closest to her. Not only did Bean frequently send things, but he also often had Little Bean tell the palace maids about interesting stories from outside the palace, making the little princess itchy to sneak out. Then Zhao Yunbi would take her on all sorts of fun and games throughout the capital.
But recently, Zhao Xian has been acting strangely. It all started when she disguised herself as a man and sneaked out of the palace alone, intending to scare her seventeenth brother by pretending to be a ghost at his residence. However, she discovered Xiao Douzi sneaking in through the back door and handing a small booklet to the head steward of the palace. The steward gave her a piece of white paper.
Zhao Xian didn't know it was a banknote that could be exchanged for money, and she wondered why Xiao Douzi would go to such lengths to reach her seventeenth brother's residence for a piece of paper. Intrigued, she refused to return until she found out what had happened. So, as soon as Xiao Douzi left, she jumped down (originally hiding on the eaves to watch) grabbed a large stick, knocked the steward unconscious, picked up the booklet, and nearly burned the palace down on the spot.
The booklet recorded her daily routine: what time she woke up and rested, what meals she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even what clothes she wore, and which concubines' palaces she had recently visited and what things she was interested in!
Our little princess isn't stupid. She went back to ask her brother, the Emperor, and found out that the blank paper was actually a kind of currency, something that could be exchanged for food, clothes, and toys. She immediately guessed that Little Bean had been secretly monitoring her, writing down everything she liked to eat, play, and have fun in a book, and then taking it to Seventeenth Brother to ask for a reward—no, it should be Seventeenth Brother who told him to do it, so every time the snacks and trinkets sent were delivered, they pleased her!
Zhao wasn't angry about Seventeenth Brother's actions; it was all to make her happy. Otherwise, what was the point if she didn't like the things sent? But if Seventeenth Brother wanted to know these things, he could have just asked the palace maids serving him. Why did he have to ask Little Bean—hmm, Little Bean must have done it all for the currency!
A eunuch dared to monitor the princess, and to do that secretly without telling her, Zhao was furious. If she got angry, someone in the palace would surely bleed and get beaten.
"Reporting...Reporting to Your Highness, this servant...this servant didn't leave the palace today, so..." Before he could finish his sentence, "smack!" The little princess kicked him hard, her small body surprisingly strong, sending him flying backward, rolling twice on the ground.
"Speak!" Before Xiaodouzi could get up, Zhao grabbed his collar, squeezing him until his face turned purple, barely able to breathe. Her small legs were raised high, her eyes...fierce and terrifying.
"Anything fun? Anything? If not, I'll knock out a tooth from your mouth and make you drink the wind!"
Of course, Douzi didn't have anything. In the blink of an eye, he spat out a mouthful of broken teeth and blood, fainting from the pain.
"Meimei—" she called again, this time calling her personal maid, the little girl who had accompanied her to the brothel disguised as a man that day.
Meimei's ancestral surname was "Ya," a very rare surname. She was selected to enter the palace at the age of seven, and when her name was to be changed, the female officials in charge of instructing her dropped the "Ya" and simply called her "Meimei."
Meimei was very obedient and well-behaved. Over the years, the palace maids serving Princess Anle had come and gone (they were all scared away by the wild princess), but she was the only one who persisted and was the princess's favorite. Hearing the princess's summons, she rushed in and saw Xiaodouzi lying on the ground with a bloody face. She showed no surprise—she was used to it. How many eunuchs and palace maids had been beaten up by the princess in her anger over the years?
"This servant is here. What are your orders, Princess?"
Zhao pointed to Xiaodouzi on the ground
and led her out to feed the dogs.
Meimei
's face paled, and she stuck out her tongue in fear. In this palace, who dared disobey anyone? Without a doubt, it was her mistress—what? You mean the Emperor? If the Emperor wanted a eunuch dead, and asked Consort Pang or the chief eunuch Xu Bin to intercede on his behalf while the Emperor was in a good mood, the Emperor, being merciful, would most likely spare his life. But if the princess decided a eunuch deserved to die, anyone who dared to plead for him—like Xiaodouzi, whom Zhao was currently punishing—would be spitting out blood and broken teeth before even finishing their sentence.
Princess Anle Zhao was an even more authoritative figure in the Song Dynasty palace than the current Emperor!!!
Meimei hurriedly went out, summoned the guards to drag Xiaodouzi away, and quickly cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground. After finally finishing, she found the princess still sitting blankly in front of the bronze mirror, staring at her reflection, clutching a rag doll and repeatedly stabbing her head with a hairpin.
"You bad guy...you big bad guy...I've told you to stop...bullying me...it's been so many days...and you haven't even come to see me...you bad guy...you big bad guy..."
Meimei didn't dare get too close, only vaguely hearing the princess muttering something under her breath. She'd mutter half a sentence, then prick the doll with a needle; she'd mutter half a sentence, then prick it with another needle, as if she were treating the doll like a person.
The doll was made of cloth, and couldn't withstand such abuse. It quickly became riddled with holes and rotten. Zhao, furious, threw away the tattered cloth and cotton in her hands, grabbed anything she could find, and smashed it on the ground with a loud banging sound, scaring Meimei into silence.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—so annoying! So annoying! So annoying!" She shook her little head wildly, baring her tiny fangs and yelling incoherently. Finally, having run out of things to throw, her eyes darted to the table, and she grabbed something.
"Princess, this is your teacup, you can't break it..." Meimei had only finished speaking when Zhao glared at her fiercely, scaring her so much she almost lost her mind. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees.
"Oh dear, your princess isn't breaking a cup, she's breaking loneliness—" Suddenly, a leisurely, slightly teasing male voice rang out from outside.
"Whoosh!" The little princess stood up, her little feet darting outside, but after a couple of steps she stopped, yelling fiercely, "Who's there? Which dog is barking outside?"
"A dog? Hehe, there's only one handsome young man here, the future prince consort whom the princess thinks about in the mirror and smashes the cup for, the most handsome man, the most talented man, and the most heroic young man in the Song Dynasty." Amidst a loud laugh, the gate burst open, and the moonlight streaming in illuminated a tall, handsome figure. Who else could it be but Fourth Brother!
Zhao stared wide-eyed at this big, dark guy who clearly hated him but also missed him terribly!
Breaking into the princess's palace in the middle of the night, was he out of his mind!?
The two stared at each other, and not only Zhao, but even the usually composed Fourth Brother was shocked. It wasn't because the little princess looked adorable in her pajamas after her bath, nor because her large, bright black eyes, framed by her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows, resembled a newly risen crescent moon in the azure sky, lively and charming. It was because… something was
strange! Was my vision bad? In just over a month, how did her flat chest become a small hill?
Fourth Brother was astonished and almost reached out to touch her to see if she had added any breast pads.
"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Just a moment ago, the little princess was glaring at Meimei, but now her large eyes turned to Pang Yu with unabashed arrogance.
Fourth Brother was never afraid of threats, especially from girls, particularly little girls. He grinned and said, "Dig it up? Would you really be willing to dig up the princess? If you do, who will take the princess out to play in the future?"
Zhao, who had been standing with her hands on her slender waist, glared back without any politeness. But when she heard the word "play," the arrogant tone that had been so fierce it was almost overwhelming softened by a third. However, she still snorted coldly and said angrily, "Don't look around like that! What are you doing in my palace so late? Be careful, or I'll tell my brother the Emperor and punish you for trespassing."
"Does the princess think I'm late? Fine, then I'll leave." Fourth Brother was very decisive and immediately turned his head away.
"Don't go..." Zhao shouted urgently, then quickly covered it up, "You...you...you came...and you think you can just slip away? No...you'd better confess your sins and explain yourself to me, you...you...you! You're not allowed to go anywhere! Not allowed to go! Not allowed to go!" She shouted "Not allowed to go" three times, her face flushed and her stammering appearance particularly adorable.
Mei Mei had never seen the princess so embarrassed before and couldn't help but chuckle.
Making fun of the princess? That would be a disaster!

Chapter 298: Pushing the Princess in the Princess's Chamber

! "Having received a hard slap across the face, Zhao, both ashamed and angry, glared at her with bared teeth: "If you laugh again, I'll kick you and break a few of your ribs!" Meimei
was so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth, her eyes fluttering and tears welling up.
Zhao snorted, pouting, her eyebrows raised, her eyes crinkling, her dimples appearing and disappearing, and the corners of her mouth curving into a perfect arc, exuding an arrogant attitude of "I'll hit you if I want to." Yes, this is the aura of our princess. Her haughty eyebrows and curved lips are the most noble pride in the world, arrogant to the bone, and also extremely cute.
Hmm, this is the proud princess of the Great Song Dynasty, my future good wife!
Fourth Brother was very satisfied, and walked swaggering over to Zhao's side, winking at Meimei to leave, then smiled at the little princess: "I've come to tell you some good news..."
"You are not allowed to call me by my name!" Zhao jumped up in anger, glaring at her with wide eyes and roaring. Her nose almost touched Fourth Brother's face; it was so close that Fourth Brother could almost see his reflection in her pupils. A faint fragrance wafted into his mind, making his heart flutter.
"Sister Wen is right, you're a shameless lecher, a pervert, a villain, a little hooligan!" Her usually quite cute face now resembled a young tiger baring its fangs at its prey, ready to pounce and tear Pang Yu to shreds, rip him apart, and bite off pieces of flesh.
"Wait! Tell me the good news, what good news? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly, tell me now!" One moment she was furious, her face contorted with a fierce expression that belied her cute features, and the next she remembered Pang Yu had good news for her. She immediately pressed him for details, her change of expression so swift that even Fourth Brother would have to admit defeat.
"Good news...good news—it's...this—" Fourth Brother deliberately dragged out the question to tease her.
Zhao hated being kept in suspense, especially by this scoundrel on purpose. Her unruly temper flared instantly, and she slapped him across the face.
"The Emperor wants me to take you to Jiangnan. To play."
Fourth Brother was quick to speak, causing Zhao's fair, delicate hand to stop less than a third of an inch from his cheek. Her mouth gaped open in surprise.
"What did you say? To Jiangnan???"
"Yes. Jiangnan. Beautiful and fun Jiangnan." Fourth Brother nodded solemnly. Then he even started humming a tune, swaying his head. "The wind here is sticky. Sticking to the thoughts of passersby." The rain here weaves into threads, entwining us as we linger in this mortal world. Having you by my side is fate. Fate is written on the Three Lives Stone…”
Lin Junjie is nothing compared to this. Fourth Brother’s humming is truly classic. Outside the door, Mei Mei, resting her delicate chin on her hand, was completely mesmerized. If this were sung outside the palace, countless young girls would fall for Fourth Brother.
Unfortunately, our little princess only has eyes for “playing.”
“You said you’d take me to Jiangnan, is it true? If so… if you dare lie to me, I’ll never forgive you!” Look at her, even asking a question is so fierce.
“Princess doesn’t believe me?” Fourth Brother took a step forward, smiling.
Zhao pouted impolitely: “Hmph, you bad person, you’re so cunning, full of tricks, who knows if you’re lying to me.”
“Princess doesn’t believe me? Fine, then I won’t say anything more.” Fourth Brother felt wronged and turned to leave.
“Come back! Come back!” "Zhao hurriedly called him again.
Fourth Brother ignored him and kept walking.
With a "whoosh," Zhao's small figure darted over, not to pull her, but to block the doorway.
"Hmph, you're not allowed to leave until you explain yourself!" She glared at Pang Yu with her big eyes, baring her teeth and sticking out her tongue, seemingly still sulking.
The two were very close at this moment, and Pang Yu could clearly see that her pale pink cheeks were like a thin layer of rouge, her small, pearly teeth biting her rosy lips, and a few strands of damp hair hanging down by her temples, so fresh and striking against her soft skin.
"Princess, let me be honest with you, this time the Emperor ordered me to go to Jiangnan on business. Originally, I was supposed to go alone, but I thought my princess wife likes to play..."
"Who, who is the princess—no, who, who is...you, you, you, your wife!" "Zhao Yi got angry and started yelling. In her haste, she started stuttering in front of her fourth brother. Her delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed tightly, but against her pretty pink cheeks, she looked even cuter than before.
This time, it was the fourth brother's turn to almost burst out laughing. He couldn't help it; he simply couldn't keep a straight face in front of such a cute girl.
"You, you, you—you dare to laugh!" Zhao Yi's eyes widened, and she tilted her head back (she was too short) to glare at him fiercely, her two little tiger teeth sticking out, as if she wanted to pounce on him and bite him. "
...I know the princess is lonely, so I petitioned the Emperor to allow me to take the princess with me to Jiangnan. The Emperor initially disagreed, but after my repeated requests and declaration that the princess was skilled in martial arts
and could not only guarantee her own safety but also protect her along the way, the Emperor finally agreed.
"
Zhao Yi's big eyes suddenly lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly.
Ah, she really is still a little loli who hasn't grown up yet.
The fourth brother just loves little lolis.
"...Princess." The two were very close, so very close. A faint, alluring fragrance wafted into Fourth Brother's nose. The little princess's rosy lips were right in front of him. He instinctively lowered his head and leaned forward.
"Mmm..." The little princess was so absorbed in her joy that when she realized Fourth Brother was kissing her, there was no escaping. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she froze on the spot.
Fourth Brother sucked on her full lips; the cool, soft feeling was wonderful. He couldn't resist kissing her deeply, gently pushing aside her teeth and exploring her delicate tongue, which was immersed in her fragrant saliva.
"Mmm!" "Mmm!" "Mmm!" Zhao was instantly overcome with embarrassment, her small hands flailing wildly as she tried to push him away. Fourth Brother grabbed her flailing hands, his other hand encircling her slender waist from behind. His kisses became even more "fierce," wet and lingering, his tongue nimbly intertwining with hers, the sweet fragrance of his saliva reaching her taste buds and into Pang Yu's mind. Zhao struggled a few times, her eyes growing increasingly hazy with shame and anger. Gradually, she stopped moving, her long eyelashes trembling as she covered her watery eyes, brimming with shyness, awkwardly responding to Pang Yu's passionate kiss.
"You bad boy, you lecher..." Finally releasing her, an alluring blush rose on Zhao's fair face. She pouted her slightly swollen lips, glaring at him angrily.
"Where? Where? Where's the bad guy?" Pang Yu looked around, unusually blushing. Good heavens! The most upright gentleman of the Song Dynasty had actually been overcome with lust and was molesting the little princess in the inner palace—well, last time he was 'molested' by the princess, a serious crime! He was so glad Mei Mei had been sent outside, otherwise, what would have happened if word got out?
"You!" Zhao, this adorable little tiger, was furious. Normally, she would have slapped him hard, but this time, after a weak resistance, she actually took the initiative to kiss Pang Yu. In the end, it was unclear who initiated the kiss.
So, the little princess offered a kiss, and if Fourth Brother didn't take advantage, would he still be a man with normal hormone levels?
Taking advantage was always Pang Yu's style. Looking at Zhao's blushing, pink face, like a ripe apple, he couldn't help but swallow, and lowered his head to give her another kiss on the cheek.
"Mmm, it feels so good, like a steamed, glutinous sponge cake."
Zhao's cheeks flushed even redder with embarrassment, but instead of struggling or pushing, she snuggled closer to Pang Yu's chest, her slightly protruding breasts pressed against his. Their cheeks were so close they could almost smell each other's breath, and her delicate red lips exhaled sweet fragrance: "Little Fourth, take me away, take me away, I want it now—" Her big, watery eyes, her rosy cheeks, and her soft, warm body made him feel hot. Although the word "Little Fourth" reminded Fourth Brother of a certain shameless, despicable, and despicable plagiarist, this spoiled, willful, arrogant, and fierce little tiger princess was now like a tamed kitten, gently swaying in Pang Yu's arms. Her soft waist was so tender that it was hard to put down, and he couldn't bear to let her go.
Naturally, Pang Yu carried the little princess to the bed, gently kissed her cheek, and began to undress her.
Yes, you read that right, Fourth Brother was going to take Zhao right here—in Princess Anle's palace!
"You're just leaving like that? Come back! Have a late-night snack with me first, then go to Xianchi Palace. I've been busy with state affairs these past few days and haven't had time to spend with her—why are you touching your nose? She's your future wife, isn't spending time with her your responsibility?" That's what his brother-in-law, the Emperor, had instructed him in the Imperial Study. Fourth Brother was the most loyal and righteous minister of the Song Dynasty, and he would certainly do his best to fulfill the Emperor's orders!
Nothing relieves loneliness better than physical intimacy.
Fourth Brother understood this very well, which is why he decided to offer himself to the princess for the night. Please don't misunderstand. Although Fourth Brother is lustful (what man isn't?), he's not so desperate as to risk being branded as promiscuous in the harem by having a room at home and another at Qixiu Pavilion just to "comfort" the little princess. The reason he's doing this is entirely because of his brother-in-law, the Emperor!
Pang Yu skillfully untied the sash around Zhao's waist, and with a gentle pull, the gauze dress slipped down, revealing her smooth, delicate skin. His eyes lit up. The small, moon-white bodice and thin, lotus-colored underpants couldn't conceal Zhao's soft, fragrant skin. Her youthful, tender body, half-revealed and half-hidden, bathed in the hazy moonlight, was like a sculpture of jade. Her cheeks were flushed, as if wrapped in a layer of misty sunset, shyly awaiting the arrival of that moment.

Chapter 299: Wen mm catches

her husband cheating. No matter how unruly, fierce, willful, or vicious she is, she is still a woman—pressed, ridden, cherished, and loved by men. So why be afraid? Even if she's a little princess more terrifying than a tiger, as long as you dare to do it, you can definitely subdue her.
Of course, before you do it, you must have the same qualities as Fourth Brother: boldness, meticulousness, thick skin, and shamelessness, otherwise you'll just be a dead soul at the little princess's feet.
Zhao was melted away by Fourth Brother's tender, wet kiss, all her innate arrogance and willfulness melted away. She blushed and whimpered, turning around and only showing him her pink and tender back.
Fourth Brother took a deep breath, barely controlling the urge to thrust forward. Holding his breath, he leaned over and gently pushed Zhao down onto the bed. Although Zhao blushed with embarrassment, she still couldn't forget her princess-like wildness. She rolled over and tried to pounce on Fourth Brother. How could Pang Yu let her push him back? He quickly pulled off her underpants. Zhao cried out, her hands not having time to grab them before he ripped them off. Embarrassed, she quickly covered her burning cheeks and kicked the blankets with her feet. Her snow-white, delicate buttocks trembled and came into Pang Yu's view.
It was truly unexpected. Her delicate, petite body, almost small enough to be held in the palm of one's hand, possessed such a pair of small yet full, beautiful buttocks, like juicy, delicious peaches. The alluring curves, full of youthful charm, cascaded down from her waist, forming a naturally flowing and beautiful shape that captivated the senses. Her incredibly delicate skin was like freshly peeled egg white, translucent and crystalline, making one want to swallow it whole.
Fourth Brother swallowed hard. Despite being very familiar with his "business," his hand trembled slightly as he reached up the little princess's fair and beautiful legs. Zhao was overcome with shyness. Her cute little feet suddenly contracted, her slender ankles tensing together, her thighs so tight that even a finger couldn't penetrate.
Sensing the little princess's nervousness, Pang Yu smiled gently. He carefully removed his shirt, his warm hands sliding lightly over her smooth, delicate body. Zhao, looking at his handsome, strong, naked body, blushed even more, but too shy to move.
Pang Yu gently slipped his hand under her ribs, through her bodice, and caressed her budding breasts. Her tender nipples quickly hardened under his touch. Soon, with his gentle and skillful caresses, the little princess's rapid breathing turned into alluring moans. Under Pang Yu's caresses, her body trembled slightly, and her smooth (the little princess was a bald woman, after all) lower body began to moisten.
Zhao's heart pounded nervously. She felt it again, that feeling rising from the deepest part of her body—a feeling that made her both flustered and strangely pleasurable. Her skin flushed pink with embarrassment, and she pleaded—no, "commanded" in a trembling voice: "Hurry up, hurry up! Don't, don't tease me anymore… Don't, don't tease me anymore!"
"Don't rush me—" Fourth Brother chuckled. "Doing this kind of thing requires a certain atmosphere. If you jump straight to the point, you'll miss out on a lot of fun. Come on, let me teach you slowly. First, we need to do foreplay, to create an intimate feeling for both of us, like caresses, wet kisses, and mutual teasing…"
Zhao covered her blushing face. Fourth Brother's patient, detailed, but also incredibly shameful, vulgar, even lewd "explanation" made her afraid to even open her eyes. A little deer seemed to be pounding wildly in her heart. Her breathing was disordered and rapid. Her naked lower body was unknowingly wet.
Pang Yu's fingertips carefully untied the knot of her bodice. With a gentle pull, Zhao's back straightened, forming a shallow, graceful arc. The knot of her bodice came undone. When her petite and graceful body was turned over, the exposed parts of her face, which she had covered with her hands, were flushed red.
The foreplay was almost over. Fourth Brother was ready to strike. But things just happened to be so coincidental. Or perhaps God felt that such a perfect summer night was not suitable for Fourth Brother's dashing and romantic nature. So, just as he was about to strike and take the little princess on the spot, Mei Mei's panicked cry suddenly rang out from outside: "No, you can't! You can't go in... the princess is inside..."
“Since the princess is inside, why can’t I go in? The princess said she would be resting in her palace tonight and asked me to bring her some things.” A gentle, sweet voice, like a heavenly melody, followed.
“Because…because…because…” Mei Mei stammered, unable to answer.
The woman outside the door was even more surprised. She thought the princess was up to something strange in her palace again. She quickly walked over to see what was going on. Mei Mei tried to stop her, but it was too late.
“Whoosh—” The door was pushed open, and then a scene of spring in the room was revealed.
“Ahhhhh!” The couple on the bed screamed in fright. The man became impotent and rolled
over to grab his pants, while the woman hurriedly covered herself with the blanket, trembling like a leaf.
—This is the usual situation of catching someone in the act of adultery or prostitution. However, in our Great Song Dynasty palace, in Princess Anle’s palace, the reaction of the fourth brother and the little princess, who were “caught in the act,” was completely different.
"Oh dear, isn't this Physician Wen? What brings you to the princess's place so late at night?" Fourth Brother turned and smiled, his body remaining motionless, still in the position of woman on top, ready to enter.
The beautiful woman standing at the door, surprised, was none other than Wen Yuhan. Today, she was still dressed in yellow, exquisitely beautiful, serene and composed. In terms of poise and grace, she was in no way inferior to Zou Xiyun. They were like the lingering echo of white snow, each possessing their own unique charm. However, at this moment, her stunningly beautiful face was etched with unconcealed shock and surprise. If she hadn't covered her mouth in time, she probably would have screamed.
Pang Yu looked at him with a grin, showing no humiliation at being caught red-handed—what was there to be ashamed of? I'm the chosen prince consort, what's wrong with being intimate with the princess's wife!
Wen Yuhan, a capable woman who rose to the position of chief imperial physician in her early twenties, showed only a fleeting look of shock before her face regained its icy, aloof, and serious expression. She coldly asked, "Pang...Pang Si, what are you doing here!" She had known all along that Pang Si was the Marquis of Anle, so the scene before her was both "expected and unexpected." Princess Anle's virginity had been defiled by Pang Yu, and she had been bedridden for days after returning from the courtesan competition. When Wen Yuhan came to examine the princess, how could the various "symptoms" of her loss of virginity escape the notice of this intelligent and insightful physician? At the time, she was furious, feeling that Pang Si, a mere servant, dared to humiliate the princess so much; even being slowly sliced to pieces would be too lenient. Later, after learning from Grand Tutor Pang that Pang Si was actually the Marquis of Anle in disguise, her hatred for him only intensified!
The princess lost her virginity to a servant, and perhaps there was still happiness in the future—after all, a servant could be made to disappear from the world at any time, and a suitable husband could be found for the princess later.
But the one with whom the princess had an affair was the Marquis of Anle, and the princess had no choice but to marry him. Marrying a lecherous, womanizing playboy who was rumored to be a scoundrel, abducting women and committing all sorts of evil deeds, the princess's life was truly ruined from then on!
From then on, Wen Yuhan hated Pang Yu to the core, so when her fourth brother was shot with two arrows and was on the verge of death, she ignored the pleas of Grand Tutor Pang to save her son, forcing Grand Tutor Pang to ask the emperor for a decree, thus exposing her fourth brother's true identity as the Marquis of Anle to her lewd brother-in-law, the emperor!
Because he was the Marquis of Anle, he dared to sneak into the palace at night and rape the princess!
Otherwise, if it were someone else who didn't know the inside story, seeing a lowly servant climb into the princess's bed, they would still be terrified and scream no matter how long they stood there watching.
Wen Han's beautiful, clear eyes were fixed coldly on Pang Yu. Even though he was shirtless, Wen Han still suppressed her shyness and refused to look away from him.
—Yes, she had to keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him. She couldn't let him humiliate the princess again. Now that she was here, she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen!
Her resolve was firm, but when her fourth brother's strong physique was exposed before everyone, his bronze skin gleaming in the starlight and moonlight, his strong, muscular build exuding masculine power, and his long, agile limbs radiating a breathtaking wildness… Wen Han blushed and her heart pounded. Her long legs involuntarily pressed together, feeling as if ants were crawling on them. She bit her pink lips, forcing her gaze upwards, but her heart only raced faster.
The face she saw was sharply defined, its features sharp and angular, as if carved by a knife. Its features were handsome and extraordinary, with a mischievous, wicked smile. Its eyes, gleaming with a predatory air, swept upwards towards its temples. Wild, unruly long hair cascaded over its shoulders, and a few short but sexy stubbles on its chin added to its masculine allure…
Wen Yuhan's heart pounded wildly. For some reason, her legs felt completely weak, and she could barely stand. But for the sake of the princess, she could only stare at Pang Yu. Whether it was his naked body or that wickedly smiling face, she had to grit her teeth and keep looking. She didn't know whether the more she looked, the more she hated him, or the more… she loved him!
Fourth Brother was always very polite. Wen Yuhan stared at him, and he, of course, stared back at her—this beautiful imperial physician who even the Emperor was captivated by. She had delicate eyebrows, an apricot-shaped face, rosy cheeks, fair skin, and long, flowing hair. Her loose, pale yellow dress couldn't conceal her slender waist, and the high, rounded curves of her breasts were immediately apparent. The pair of jade-like peaks hidden beneath her dress were incredibly full and shapely, making him lose his mind.
Fourth Brother smiled, a very happy smile.
"Imperial Physician Wen, you've come at the perfect time. The princess and I were playing rock-paper-scissors; the loser takes off their clothes. The princess accidentally lost all her clothes. Would Imperial Physician Wen like to play too?"

(Chapter 300

, Double Flight Plan: Rock-Paper-Scissors) Fourth Brother's explanation was too artistic, perfectly portraying a game in the palace as something only children would play.
It's ridiculous, isn't it? No fool would believe such an explanation!
But Imperial Physician Wen believed it. She frowned, pursed her pink lips, and looked away from Pang Yu with a hint of fear, glancing at Zhao, whose face was flushed, and said, "Princess, it's getting late. You should rest early. Don't play rock-paper-scissors with this lewd... cough, Pang Si, you should go back. The princess needs to retire for the night. Let's not play rock-paper-scissors again... let's not have a next time." To save the princess's face, she could only "believe" the rock-paper-scissors explanation, without pointing it out, giving the princess, Pang Yu, and herself, who had witnessed everything, a way out.
"Why not next time? The princess really likes 'playing'!!!" Pang Yu glared at her, ignoring her advances. He even wanted to go over naked, carry her to the bed, and play together as a trio. But the beautiful little girl, who had rushed in, was hiding behind the door, peeking out curiously. Her big, fluttering eyes stared intently at his muscular body, and soon her face turned red... Fourth Brother has always been an upright person. He can't expose his "fierce weapon" to scare the little girl, right?
He dressed smartly, stood up, and walked to Wen Yuhan, politely inviting her, "Yuhan, how about it, do you want to come with me...?"
"No!" Wen Han refused quickly, her brows furrowing in disgust. She had decided to ignore him, but immediately changed her mind, coldly questioning, "What did you call me?" "
Of course it's Han. Isn't that your name? Or is it Afu, or Xiaoqiang?"
"You!" Wen Yuhan was both ashamed and angry. Her usually elegant and graceful voice, perfectly complementing her poised demeanor, suddenly became agitated. She snapped at Pang Yu, "You can't just call someone by their given name!" "
If not Yuhan, then what should I call her?" Fourth Brother blinked, looking at her in confusion.
"Call me Physician Wen, or you can call me Imperial Physician (official title, head of the Imperial Medical Academy; Wen mm~ awesome, she's already the top person in the Imperial Medical Academy at just twenty).
"
Fourth Brother exclaimed upon hearing this. She shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum: "No, no. That would be too formal. We've been intimate before..."
The moment the words "intimate" were uttered, Wen Yuhan's blushing cheeks instantly darkened, replaced by a somber expression. She glared at Pang Yu as if she wanted to crush him alive!
Fourth Brother was never afraid, especially not of women's threats. He was about to suggest a game of rock-paper-scissors with two women and one man, a thousand years ahead of time, to "create" and put into practice the beautiful phrase "double flight." Wen Yuhan had already coldly given Zhao the order to leave: "Lord Tian Ding, it's getting late. Shouldn't you hurry back to your residence? Spending the night in the palace is a serious crime. I'm afraid you'll suffer the consequences if word gets out." Forget about kicking him out. She went to the bedside, blocking the little princess's view, preventing Pang Yu's gaze from meeting Zhao's.
"I'm sorry. I came on the Emperor's orders. I can't go back until the matter is finished."
"What matter?"
"Let's do it..." Fourth Brother slipped up, almost uttering a word that would be censored and absolutely never be written down. He coughed twice, then straightened his face and said seriously, "His Majesty said that the Princess has been feeling bored these past few days and wants me—the future consort—to come and keep her company. What? Sister Yuhan is also trying to help the Princess alleviate her loneliness, so how about we do it together?"
Wenhan's refusal to Fourth Brother's enthusiastic invitation could no longer be described as indifferent. "Lord Tian Ding, it is common..." "As the saying goes, 'Men and women should not touch each other.' Even if you are the betrothed prince consort, you cannot stay overnight in the princess's palace. Otherwise, if people find out, it will greatly damage the princess's reputation, and as for you, Lord Tian Ding… Hmph, perhaps you won't become the prince consort, but will be imprisoned first." Her icy, threatening tone was completely different from the elegant and graceful woman she had been when they first met, gentle and delicate. She was clearly convinced that Fourth Brother was staying to do something shameful with the little princess.
How petty of her! Fourth Brother was depressed, so he simply didn't explain to her that they could chat and talk about life while in bed. Instead, he asked Zhao directly, "Princess, are you lonely? Do you want me to stay and keep you company? I can tell you stories~, they're really fun."
Zhao blushed. How could she not know that "telling stories" meant that after they had done something shameful, she would lie naked in his arms and listen to him slowly "tell her stories." She stammered again, "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense. I, I, I, I'm not lonely at all. You... don't go, stay..." As she spoke, she widened her big, bright eyes, clung to Pang Yu, and her petite body seemed ready to jump off the bed at any moment. She pounced on him and pushed Fourth Brother down.
Wenhan never dreamed that the usually willful and
capricious little princess, who loved to bully men, would actually want Pang Si to stay in her palace at night. She also thought of using an aphrodisiac. She wanted to go and persuade the princess, but some private matters were best left unsaid with that scoundrel Pang Yu lurking around.
She couldn't bring herself to say it! Pang Yu, however, spread his hands, seizing the opportunity: "See? The princess made me stay! Honestly, I'm just a servant; I wouldn't dare disobey the princess even if I had ten thousand lives, would I?"
Wenhan was furious. If they weren't in the princess's boudoir, but in her Imperial Hospital, Pang Yu would probably be spouting nonsense one second, and the next he'd be sticking three- to five-inch-long thick silver needles into her acupoints. Unfortunately, this was the princess's palace, and she couldn't afford to use "needles."
"Alright, you want to tell the princess a story, right?" Wen Yuhan suddenly stopped being angry. Instead, she looked at him with an elegant smile. Before Pang Yu could react, she gracefully stepped forward, half-kneeling at the head of the bed. She gently took Zhao's small hand and whispered, "Princess, would you like Yuhan to listen to a story with you tonight?"
Although the little princess was still young, she knew that when the Imperial Concubine listened to "stories" in her brother's arms, no other woman was ever with her. With a soft snort, the princess's temper flared up again: "No, I only want to listen alone..." Before she could finish, her head suddenly went blank, and she vaguely agreed: "Yes, sister, let's listen together... together..."
Fourth Brother, standing to the side, saw clearly that a shiny silver needle had appeared under the little princess's chin!
××××××××××××
Listen to a story? You want to hear a story, right?!
Okay, then I'll tell you!
Fourth Brother was furious that the imperial physician had used silver needles to confuse Zhao's mind, making her agree to listen to the
story together in a daze. Originally, Fourth Brother had planned to have one on each side, naked, and then recount what happened the night before in bed. But since the imperial physician could use needles on the princess, she could do the same to him…!! Did he really need to carry silver needles around the palace?!
Fourth Brother regretted not learning martial arts again; otherwise, even if there were ten imperial physicians with needles, he could easily force himself on them, snatch the needles, and then push them down one by one. But had he learned martial arts? No, so unfortunately, the story still had to be told, but he had to be dressed.
In the middle of the night, telling a story to a little girl and a girl who harbored deep resentment and hatred towards the protagonist—did he even need to think about what to tell? However, since the princess was still young, Fourth Brother decided not to tell ghost stories to avoid frightening her.
But he couldn't swallow his anger without hearing the imperial physician's screams a couple of times.
"There were two sisters living together, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room. One day, the older sister came home very late. Afraid of waking her sleeping younger sister, she didn't light a lamp. She washed up in the dark and went to sleep. When she woke up the next day, she saw a room full of constables and police officers searching for evidence and cleaning up the scene. She asked what happened, and the officers told her that her younger sister had been dismembered the night before. The older sister was terrified. Then the officers told her about the strange writing on the wall: 'Hehehe, you're glad you didn't light a lamp, aren't you...'"
"In the mansion of a wealthy family, one night a young lady went to the outhouse and saw an old woman frantically mopping the floor in the dark. She asked, 'Why are you mopping at this hour?' The old woman chuckled, and the young lady didn't think much of it, walking past her to the outhouse and going back to sleep. The next day, the young lady was awakened by the maids' exclamations. She ran out and saw red mop marks all over the corridor leading to the outhouse. It turned out that a maid had been murdered the night before, and the old woman was using her body as a mop… the mop cloth was her hair…"
"In a well-to-do family in a mountain village, the parents had to go out, leaving their only daughter alone at home overnight. For safety, she locked all the windows, but one small window wouldn't lock no matter what she tried. Although she was a little worried, because the window was small and her dog, who had grown up with her, was with her, she thought, 'It should be fine!'" So she left it alone. But in the middle of the night, the girl was awakened by a "drip-drip" sound of water.
Although she was a little uneasy, worried that something might have happened, she didn't have the courage to go and check. Instead, she put her hand under the bed and let her dog lick it back and forth, using this action to reassure herself. After relaxing, she fell asleep again. The next morning, the girl woke up and found her dog hanging from the ceiling with its throat slit. The dripping sound in the middle of the night was actually the sound of her dog's blood dripping onto the floor. Then, she found a small note under the bed.
"Humans... they lick things too!!!"

Chapter 301 Double Flight Plan:

Paper, Scissors. Fourth Brother's explanation is too artistic, perfectly turning what happened in the palace into a game only children would play.
It's ridiculous, isn't it? No idiot would believe that explanation!
But Imperial Physician Wen believed it. She frowned, pursed her pink lips, and looked away from Pang Yu with a hint of fear, glancing at Zhao, whose face was flushed, and said, "Princess, it's getting late. You should rest early. Don't play rock-paper-scissors with this lewd... cough, Pang Si, you should go back. The princess needs to retire for the night. Let's not play rock-paper-scissors again... let's not have a next time." To save the princess's face, she could only "believe" the rock-paper-scissors explanation, without pointing it out, giving the princess, Pang Yu, and herself, who had witnessed everything, a way out.
"Why not next time? The princess really likes 'playing'!!!" Pang Yu glared at her, ignoring her advances. He even wanted to go over naked, carry her to the bed, and play together as a trio. But the beautiful little girl, who had rushed in, was hiding behind the door, peeking out curiously. Her big, fluttering eyes stared intently at his muscular body, and soon her face turned red... Fourth Brother has always been an upright person. He can't expose his "fierce weapon" to scare the little girl, right?
He dressed smartly, stood up, and walked to Wen Yuhan, politely inviting her, "Yuhan, how about it, do you want to come with me...?"
"No!" Wen Han refused quickly, her brows furrowing in disgust. She had decided to ignore him, but immediately changed her mind, coldly questioning, "What did you call me?" "
Of course it's Han. Isn't that your name? Or is it Afu, or Xiaoqiang?"
"You!" Wen Yuhan was both ashamed and angry. Her usually elegant and graceful voice, perfectly complementing her poised demeanor, suddenly became agitated. She snapped at Pang Yu, "You can't just call someone by their given name!" "
If not Yuhan, then what should I call her?" Fourth Brother blinked, looking at her in confusion.
"Call me Physician Wen, or you can call me Imperial Physician (official title, head of the Imperial Medical Academy; Wen mm~ awesome, she's already the top person in the Imperial Medical Academy at just twenty).
"
Fourth Brother exclaimed upon hearing this. She shook her head vigorously, "No, no. That would be too formal. We've been intimate before..."
The moment the words "intimate" were uttered, Wen Yuhan's blushing cheeks instantly darkened, replaced by a somber expression. She glared at Pang Yu as if she wanted to crush him alive!
Fourth Brother was never afraid, especially not of women's threats. He was about to suggest a game of rock-paper-scissors, stripping, with two women and one man, to "create" and put into practice the beautiful phrase "double flight" a thousand years in advance. But Wen Yuhan had already coldly dismissed him on Zhao's behalf: "Lord Tian Ding, it's getting late. Shouldn't you hurry back to your residence? Spending the night in the palace is a serious crime. I'm afraid you'll suffer the consequences if word gets out." Forget about kicking him out. She even went to the bedside, blocking the little princess's view, preventing Pang Yu's gaze from meeting Zhao's.
"I'm sorry. I'm here on the Emperor's orders. I can't go back until the matter is finished."
"What matter?"
"To do..." Fourth Brother almost slipped out a word that would be censored and absolutely must not be written down. He coughed twice, put on a serious face, and said, "The Emperor said that the Princess has been feeling bored these past few days and wants me—the future consort—to come and keep her company. What? Sister Yuhan is also trying to help the Princess relieve her loneliness. That would be wonderful, why don't we go together?"
Wenhan's refusal to Fourth Brother's enthusiastic invitation could no longer be described as indifferent. "Lord Tian Ding, often..." "As the saying goes, 'Men and women should not touch each other.' Even if you are the betrothed prince consort, you cannot stay overnight in the princess's palace. Otherwise, if people find out, it will greatly damage the princess's reputation, and as for you, Lord Tian Ding… Hmph, perhaps you won't become the prince consort, but will be imprisoned first." Her icy, threatening tone was completely different from the elegant and graceful woman she had been when they first met, gentle and delicate. She was clearly convinced that Fourth Brother was staying to do something shameful with the little princess.
How petty of her! Fourth Brother was depressed, so he simply didn't explain to her that they could chat and talk about life while in bed. Instead, he asked Zhao directly, "Princess, are you lonely? Do you want me to stay and keep you company? I can tell you stories~, they're really fun."
Zhao blushed. How could she not know that "telling stories" meant that after they had done something shameful, she would lie naked in his arms and listen to him slowly "tell her stories." She stammered again, "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense. I, I, I, I'm not lonely at all. You... don't go, stay..." As she spoke, she widened her big, bright eyes, clung to Pang Yu, and her petite body seemed ready to jump off the bed at any moment. She pounced on him and pushed Fourth Brother down.
Wenhan never dreamed that the usually willful and
capricious little princess, who loved to bully men, would actually want Pang Si to stay in her palace at night. She also thought of using an aphrodisiac. She wanted to go and persuade the princess, but some private matters were best left unsaid with that scoundrel Pang Yu lurking around.
She couldn't bring herself to say it! Pang Yu, however, spread his hands, seizing the opportunity: "See? The princess made me stay! Honestly, I'm just a servant; I wouldn't dare disobey the princess even if I had ten thousand lives, would I?"
Wenhan was furious. If they weren't in the princess's boudoir, but in her Imperial Hospital, Pang Yu would probably be spouting nonsense one second, and the next he'd be sticking three- to five-inch-long thick silver needles into her acupoints. Unfortunately, this was the princess's palace, and she couldn't afford to use "needles."
"Alright, you want to tell the princess a story, right?" Wen Yuhan suddenly stopped being angry. Instead, she looked at him with an elegant smile. Before Pang Yu could react, she gracefully stepped forward, half-kneeling at the head of the bed. She gently took Zhao's small hand and whispered, "Princess, would you like Yuhan to listen to a story with you tonight?"
Although the little princess was still young, she knew that when the Imperial Concubine listened to "stories" in her brother's arms, no other woman was ever with her. With a soft snort, the princess's temper flared up again: "No, I only want to listen alone..." Before she could finish, her head suddenly went blank, and she vaguely agreed: "Yes, sister, let's listen together... together..."
Fourth Brother, standing to the side, saw clearly that a shiny silver needle had appeared under the little princess's chin!
××××××××××××
Listen to a story? You want to hear a story, right?!
Okay, then I'll tell you!
Fourth Brother was furious that the imperial physician had used silver needles to confuse Zhao's mind, making her agree to listen to the
story together in a daze. Originally, Fourth Brother had planned to have one on each side, naked, and then recount what happened the night before in bed. But since the imperial physician could use needles on the princess, she could do the same to him…!! Did he really need to carry silver needles around the palace?!
Fourth Brother regretted not learning martial arts again; otherwise, even if there were ten imperial physicians with needles, he could easily force himself on them, snatch the needles, and then push them down one by one. But had he learned martial arts? No, so unfortunately, the story still had to be told, but he had to be dressed.
In the middle of the night, telling a story to a little girl and a girl who harbored deep resentment and hatred towards the protagonist—did he even need to think about what to tell? However, since the princess was still young, Fourth Brother decided not to tell ghost stories to avoid frightening her.
But he couldn't swallow his anger without hearing the imperial physician's screams a couple of times.
"There were two sisters living together, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room. One day, the older sister came home very late. Afraid of waking her sleeping younger sister, she didn't light a lamp. She washed up in the dark and went to sleep. When she woke up the next day, she saw a room full of constables and police officers searching for evidence and cleaning up the scene. She asked what happened, and the officers told her that her younger sister had been dismembered the night before. The older sister was terrified. Then the officers told her about the strange writing on the wall: 'Hehehe, you're glad you didn't light a lamp, aren't you...'"
"In the mansion of a wealthy family, one night a young lady went to the outhouse and saw an old woman frantically mopping the floor in the dark. She asked, 'Why are you mopping at this hour?' The old woman chuckled, and the young lady didn't think much of it, walking past her to the outhouse and going back to sleep. The next day, the young lady was awakened by the maids' exclamations. She ran out and saw red mop marks all over the corridor leading to the outhouse. It turned out that a maid in the mansion had been murdered the night before, and the old woman was using her body as a mop... The mop cloth was her hair..."
"In a well-off family in a mountain village, the parents had to go out, leaving their only daughter alone at home overnight. For safety reasons, she locked all the windows, but there was one small window that she couldn't lock no matter what she tried. Although she was a little worried, because the window was small and her dog, who had grown up with her since it was a puppy, was by her side, she thought, 'It should be fine!'" So she left it alone. But in the middle of the night, the girl was awakened by a "drip-drip" sound of water.
Although she was a little uneasy, worried that something might have happened, she didn't have the courage to go and check. Instead, she put her hand under the bed and let her dog lick it back and forth, using this action to reassure herself. After relaxing, she fell asleep again. The next morning, the girl woke up and found her dog hanging from the ceiling with its throat cut open. The dripping sound in the middle of the night was actually the sound of her dog's blood dripping onto the floor. Then, she found a small note under the bed.
"Humans... they lick things too!!!"

Chapter 302 The Imperial Physician's Weakness

The scream echoed through the palace at night. Fourth Brother casually told three stories, and the scream rang out three times. **
Why not six times? Because someone wasn't scared.
The Imperial Physician is so brave!? No, it's the little princess.
Zhao blinked her big, watery eyes, looking somewhat astonished at the imperial physician, who was pale with fright, still covering her mouth and trembling slightly. "Sister Wen," she said, "were those stories really that scary? If I were in those stories, I'd arrest all those bandits, bad guys, and even that wicked old woman who mops the floor! I'd beat them all up and drag them out to feed the dogs!" She bared her two small, white canine teeth, brandishing her little fists with a fierce expression that said, "This princess isn't afraid of anything! Come on, bad guys, let me trample you!"
Fourth Brother truly hadn't expected that the little princess, clearly only twelve or thirteen years old, a little loli, wouldn't be frightened by such terrifying little stories! He was even more surprised that the seemingly cold and strong-willed imperial physician was so timid, easily scared by a few casual stories.
"Why are you so scared, sister?" Zhao asked, her eyes wide.
The imperial physician's delicate face paled slightly with fright. Clutching her slender, bamboo-like hands, she shook her head defiantly, "No, no, who said I'm scared? This imperial physician won't be frightened."
"Oh, then let me tell you another one," Fourth Brother chuckled darkly, "On a dark and windy night..."
"No!" The imperial physician screamed in terror, then, like all girls who get scared by ghost stories, she grabbed Fourth Brother.
(She wasn't pretending. It turns out the imperial physician really is that timid!)
Fourth Brother almost laughed with smug satisfaction. Uh... He was being held by the pale-faced imperial physician. Her two warm, full breasts rubbed against him incessantly. It felt really good.
He immediately abandoned his initial intention not to tell ghost stories (the little princess wasn't scared at all). He prepared to tell an ancient version of "The Ring." He was determined to scare the imperial physician so much that she would jump onto the bed and snuggle in his arms.
“There’s a painting like this. Anyone who sees it will die mysteriously within seven days…”
“Ahhhhh!” It was only the beginning. Another scream erupted.
“Please. Don’t say anymore. Don’t—” Wen Han clung to her arm, pleading incessantly. Her demeanor was a stark contrast to her previous cold rebuke.
Fourth Brother didn’t mince words. He swept her into his arms, pulling the cold body of the imperial physician into his embrace. He looked down at her pale face, pale with fear but still radiant with beauty, and softly asked, “You really don’t want me to continue?” Wen Yuhan hummed in agreement, her eyes misty with tears, still too afraid to look up. “
Beg me, beg me and I won’t say anything.” Pang Yu laughed, a wicked laugh, thinking, “Serves you right for ruining my plans time and time again. Now you’re getting your comeuppance. Hmph, I’m not someone to be trifled with.”
“Please…” The imperial physician uttered a single word, then suddenly realized she was speaking to the shameless, lewd Marquis Anle, who had even tried to defile the princess, and that she was lying right in his arms. She instantly shoved Pang Yu away as if electrocuted, stood up, pointed at him, and angrily shouted, “You, what are you doing? How dare you insult…” Before she could finish, she inexplicably remembered the terrifying story he had told her, and a shiver ran through her body, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed on the spot.
The fourth brother, unusually, didn't go to help the beauty, but swaggered back to his seat and continued, “Four students studying at the academy died mysteriously seven days after seeing that painting. There were no wounds on their bodies, and even the most professional coroners couldn't find the cause of death. This aroused the curiosity of the academy's youngest female teacher, Wen Yuhan…”
“I didn’t!” The imperial physician screamed, shaking her head, her eyes red.
“Not you, it’s Wen Yuhan, the ‘Yu’ of the universe, the ‘Han’ of cultivation.”
“That’s my ‘Han’.
” The imperial physician was on the verge of tears.
“But ‘Yu’ isn’t your ‘Yu’. It’s Wen Yuhan, not Wen Yuhan. Wen Yuhan found that painting, and after seeing it, she also believed that anyone who saw the painting would die seven days later…”
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!!!” The imperial physician cried out in a series of exclamations, her long black hair disheveled, her eyes moist, and tears were even faintly visible.
Fourth Brother didn’t want to bully her too much, so he stopped talking and looked at her with a smile.
Wen Yuhan knew what he meant, but no matter what, she didn’t want to beg this shameless and lowly marquis. She suppressed her lingering fear and bit her pink lips, remaining silent for a long time.
If he pressed her any further, Fourth Brother would be acting like a man. He waved his hand magnanimously, "If Physician Wen doesn't want to hear it, then go back to the Imperial Hospital. It's late anyway, you should rest."
Leaving aside the fact that Wen Han wanted to stay and "protect" the princess from further humiliation, after listening to such a long, terrifying story, plus Fourth Brother's drawn-out "late," would she dare walk alone at night? She shook her head like a rattle-drum: "No! I... I won't go back, I want to stay and keep the princess company."
"The princess wants to hear a story, I can't disobey her..." Fourth Brother said, observing the physician's expression. Sure enough, Wen Han's fair, delicate fingers were intertwined
, her beautiful legs tightly pressed together, her thighs trembling slightly. Clearly, she still couldn't resist the dignified and righteous air emanating from her beautiful face when she coldly scolded him, which gave him a sense of oppression and conquest.
Especially, with her slightly rapid breathing, her full and firm breasts, covered by her palace dress, swayed and bounced before Pang Yu's eyes, creating alluring waves. Fourth Brother touched his nose, his smile becoming even more wicked: "But since the princess finds the kind you just heard uninteresting, I won't repeat it."
The imperial physician had just let out a small sigh of relief, stroking her ample breasts, when Fourth Brother suddenly blurted out: "The princess isn't interested in ordinary stories, so how about I tell her ghost stories? 'The Head Soul,' 'My Date with a Zombie,' 'Hanako-san,' I wonder which one the princess would like to hear?"
Given the little princess's fearless nature, she probably wanted to hear all three, but the imperial physician was already terrified just hearing the names, her legs went weak, and before Pang Yu could continue, she collapsed with a soft "thud."
At the critical moment, a warm, large hand embraced her slender waist.
"So afraid of ghosts, how do you usually examine corpses?" A gentle voice whispered in her ear.
"I..." Wen Yuhan knew it was Pang Yu holding her, and it was Pang Yu who was asking her questions. Even though she hated this scoundrel, bastard, villain, rogue, and lecher in her heart, she somehow bit her pink lips, desperately suppressing the shyness in her heart, and answered haltingly, "I...I did all that during the day...during the day, I'm not afraid...as long as it's not at night...I...I...I'm not afraid..." Her blushing and stuttering appearance was surprisingly cute, no less so than the little princess's.
Pang Yu couldn't help but laugh heartily. He hadn't expected the aloof, dignified, and meticulous Wen Yuhan to have such a childlike side. In his delight, he couldn't bear to tease her any longer, waving his hand and saying, "Alright, alright, then I won't tell any scary stories, okay? How about I give you two some touching ones?"
"No!" the little princess and the imperial physician exclaimed in unison.
The little princess wanted scary stories, the scarier the better, and the imperial physician was afraid he would add something frightening in the middle of the night halfway through, deliberately teasing her, so she simply didn't want him to tell any.
What to do when the two beauties disagree?
Fourth Brother fully expected the proud little princess to insist, and the imperial physician, being a subject, wouldn't ultimately go against her wishes. Sure enough, Zhao Yao snorted, her delicate chin raised high: "I don't care, I want to hear ghost stories, ghost stories are good, I..."
Wen Yuhan dared not listen, but she couldn't openly disobey the princess. She slipped her slender hand into her sleeve, about to use the silver needle to press on her neck and confuse her, but Fourth Brother had been watching her closely, stroking his mustache and grinning wickedly, his smile even more lewd than that of her brother-in-law, the emperor. His thieving eyes followed her every move, not giving the imperial physician a chance to insert the needle.
Her trick exposed, Wen Yuhan's face flushed slightly. She glared at Pang Yu defiantly, then knelt beside the little princess and whispered something in her ear.
Fourth Brother's ears were always very sharp, but this time, as the imperial physician knelt and leaned forward, the graceful curves of her back, slender waist, and beautiful buttocks drew his gaze. After secretly savoring the sight for a while, admiring it several times in his heart, and even fantasizing about how he would fall asleep holding this beautiful body that night, feeling utterly melted and intoxicated, the imperial physician had already finished whispering in the little princess's ear. Zhao Yiran, with her delicate little nose twitching and her thin, tender red lips pouting, called out to Pang Yu this time, "Hey, um... you, you, you, you, you should go back. I'm tired. I'll summon you another day .
" "Tch, fine, go then. Do you really think I, Fourth Brother, care? Don't I have girls to keep me company at night?" Before he could even figure out what the imperial physician had said, he was inexplicably given the order to leave. Fourth Brother was very indignant, but he wasn't entirely confident in his ability to "one-on-one" with the little princess, who was skilled in martial arts, and the imperial physician who could easily crush people with silver needles. Besides, there were plenty of women waiting to serve him at night elsewhere. Why stay in the palace and be so shameful as to resort to force? Right? Fourth Brother muttered indignantly, then swaggered out of the palace with his head held high and chest puffed out. Long Wu was waiting outside the palace gate in his carriage. From the time Pang Yu went in three hours ago until he came out, he had stood there like a statue. Only someone with such tenacious character and will was worthy of being Fourth Brother's bodyguard! Fourth Brother was very satisfied with Long Wu's performance. He nodded to him, indicating, "Young man, well done. Keep up the good work." He leaped onto the carriage and waved his hand. "To Qixiu Manor." "Fourth Brother, spending the night outside again?" "Of course, only useless men go home every night—" Fourth Brother laughed heartily, determined to spend the night in Zou Xiyun's boudoir. Unfortunately, as the carriage turned onto a secluded alley, a group of black-clad assassins suddenly appeared, surrounding him and Long Wu! Chapter 303 Life and Death . Fourth Brother was no stranger to such scenes. —In the martial world, how can one avoid getting hurt? One must be prepared to be ganged up on at any time. However, in the bright moonlight of the prosperous Song Dynasty capital, after two massive city-wide "crackdowns" (i.e., large-scale searches to eliminate rebels), someone still dared to gather a crowd to attack a high-ranking official, the powerful and influential Tian Ding, on this dark and moonlit night! "Who are you?" Long Wu pulled on the reins, halting the carriage. His chilling gaze swept over the dozen or so black-clad assassins wielding sharp blades, finally settling on a burly man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face on the left side of the carriage. Although his face was covered, his sinister eyes revealed him to be a professional killer. "Us? Hmph, killers!" The black-clad assassin sneered, drawing his long sword and charging forward. The other assassins followed closely behind, and in an instant, blades flashed as they rushed towards the unarmed Fourth Brother in the carriage. Fourth Brother knew he was in trouble. Usually, when faced with highway robbery, just asking for the attacker's name and introducing himself to see if he could intimidate them would take a lot of time. Like last time when he was attacked outside the Imperial Incense Burner, he had easily resolved the crisis by using his silver tongue to suggest that the killers should kill each other. This time, the other party didn't even bother with words, immediately pulling out their weapon. They must have been ordered to take his head as quickly as possible! In the martial world, one must always carry a knife, but Fourth Brother, usually so careful with his safety, hadn't brought one today—why bring a knife to see his brother-in-law, the Emperor? Was he going to have someone frame him for "plotting rebellion and attempting to assassinate the Emperor"? Besides, his original plan was to report to his brother-in-law about his meeting with Bao Zheng in prison, and he could return home before evening. In broad daylight, under the clear sky, who the hell would dare to mess with him on the street? Heaven knows, his brother-in-law actually kept him for dinner, even ordering him to accompany the princess to the Xianchi Palace. And heaven knows, instead of spending the night with her, a royal physician suddenly appeared, forcing him to leave the palace in the middle of the night. And that's when trouble struck—he was attacked halfway home, and Fourth Brother had nothing on him! The assassin leader, leading his men, charged towards Pang Yu. Long Wu switched hands, holding the reins with his left and gripping the snake-sword behind his back with his right. He whispered, "Young Master, hold on tight. I'm telling you to force your way through!" As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling killing intent erupted from him. The snake-sword in his hand reflected a cold, eerie blue light, even the back of the blade gleaming. Pang Yu, standing inches away, felt a shiver run down his spine from the sheer force of the aura, momentarily experiencing the illusion of being struck by a sharp blade . "Giddy up!" Long Wu yanked the reins. The carriage sped forward, charging straight at the black-clad assassins who were charging towards them. The assassin leader roared. With a whoosh, a sword strike swept out. Dust billowed on the ground. A flurry of swords and blades, each carrying seven or eight different weapons, whistled past, closing in. Long Wu remained expressionless, only a sharp, sinister glint flashing in his eyes. He raised the chilling snake-sword high above his head. With a twist of his powerful waist... His burly body spun with the momentum, then slashed down! This move was the culmination of his entire power, combined with the broad, thick snake-blade, which carried the force of a thousand pounds! The sword created a howling wind pressure, instantly sending the dust kicked up by the assassin leader's sword flying back to the ground. It carried countless grains of sand and dust like a torrential downpour. The assassin leader, caught off guard, parried with his sword. A muffled thud echoed as he was forced back five steps. One of the assassins, slightly slower to react, was thrown backward, his chest a bloody mess. He flew backward, leaving a long trail of blood, crashing into another assassin who was close behind. They both tumbled to the ground. The gruesome scene didn't end there. The two assassins, rushing forward too fast, had no time to parry or dodge. They saw a burst of blue light before their vision went black, and they didn't even have time to scream. Dou Dadi's head tilted to the side in the wind, rolling to the ground with a thud. Bathed in the pale moonlight, the scene was exceptionally gruesome. Long Wu had only struck once, defeating the leader and instantly killing three others. The remaining men hadn't even seen how he moved. One of them cried out, "You... what kind of swordsmanship is that? How... how powerful..." The word "powerful" had barely left his lips when Long Wu severed the hand holding the sword from the wrist. So fast, not a drop of blood touched the blade; splattered blood onto the blade, hissing as it rose in wisps of red mist, like rouge in water—an indescribably eerie sight. Long Wu swung his snake-blade, its curved, snow-white blade shimmering with a bluish light.

"Killing swordsmanship!" He coldly uttered five words, driving his carriage into the crowd blocking his way.
Such a ruthless person, with such strange and sharp swordsmanship, would probably have scared away an ordinary assassin long ago. However, the assassin suddenly swung his arm, throwing his longsword to the ground. A streak of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth (his mask had been "blown away" by the sword's energy). Although his snow-white, square face was pale, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. He suddenly roared, "Kill!" A black, spiked, nine-section whip appeared in his hand. He leaped high and swung it, the wind howling and sweeping across most of the street. The overlapping, spiky whip tip made a strange sound, throbbing like a snake, and went straight for Long Wu's back.
The nine-section whip, over three zhang long, was fully extended and instantly caught up with the speeding carriage. The whip's force was heavy and extremely sharp; the tip of the whip carried a force of over a hundred jin, and the spikes on the tip were incomparably sharp. If it struck, even the horse pulling the carriage would likely be swept in two at the waist, let alone a person.
His attack was incredibly fast. Long Wu was anxious to drive the carriage and get his young master out of danger. By the time the whip was almost upon him, there was no way to avoid it. At the critical moment, he gripped the snake knife and "whoosh!" swung a sword beam, striking down the whip along with it. A loud "crack" resounded, causing everyone's blood to surge. Those with slightly lower skill couldn't help but take a step back, and some even had beads of blood coming from their lips, ears, and noses. The nine-section whip, pulled by the snake knife's blade, was actually flung back without any turning or stopping. The immense force instantly vanished, and with a whooshing sound, it spun around and rushed towards the assassin leader!
The assassin leader's whip strike was undoubtedly delivered with all his might, but who was Long Wu? He was a secret master meticulously trained by Grand Tutor Pang, an assassin among assassins, a bodyguard among bodyguards, surpassing everyone in the "Flying Feather" group. He was originally intended to be kept by his side as a final trump card, a secret weapon, never to be revealed except in the most critical moments. It was only for the safety of his beloved son that he was used!
The assassin leader's extremely powerful and fierce "Heaven and Earth Reversal" was indeed incomparably mighty and sharp, but in front of Long Wu, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Long Wu deflected it with a swing of his knife, and the force of the whip rebounded back, instantly injuring his internal organs. He staggered and almost lost his footing, only managing to avoid falling on the spot thanks to the support of others. Despite the heavy blow, his face remained as cold as iron, his dark skin as hard as stone. He swung his arm, pushed aside his support, spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and roared, "Brothers, kill! Even if it costs us our lives, we won't let them leave today!!!" He whipped his horse and charged again.
As the saying goes, "One man fighting desperately is invincible," and this was certainly true. The dozen or so assassins, their eyes bloodshot with rage, charged forward recklessly, each move focused solely on killing, their actions utterly fearless. Even with Long Wu's skill and experience, he couldn't break through their encirclement. A series of dull thuds echoed as men fell, stabbed and wounded. Yet, led by their leader, the remaining assassins refused to retreat, determined to stop the carriage, even at the cost of their lives!
True assassins!
Seeing the blood splattering everywhere and the swarm of black-clad assassins rushing forward recklessly, Fourth Brother was secretly astonished. He felt that he had encountered a dangerous attack he had never faced since arriving in the Song Dynasty. Fortunately, his father had given him Long Wu; otherwise, even with his three divine weapons—the limestone, the silver brick, and the fish intestine sword—he probably wouldn't be able to handle such a scene!
The assassins swarmed forward, practically blocking the carriage's path with a mountain of corpses. Long Wu wielded his snake blade, fighting wildly for over a dozen moves, but still couldn't break through. Suddenly, his moves changed. Although fast, his blade moved lightly and nimbly, responding to the enemy with quick and skillful changes. He launched several consecutive attacks, firmly entangled the enemies surrounding the carriage, forcing them to be unable to attack their young master.
Since the carriage couldn't break through, Long Wu's tactics changed from the beginning. Initially, he wanted to intimidate the enemy with swift and decisive action, then break through the encirclement. But now that wasn't working, he could only try to delay, ensuring his young master's safety, and waiting for the Imperial Guards patrolling nearby to arrive and provide reinforcements.
Although the curfew in Bianliang City had been lifted, the remnants of the Southern Tang forces hadn't been eliminated, and the night patrols were still several times denser than before. At most, he only needed to hold out for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before the Imperial Guards arrived, at which point these assassins would have no choice but to retreat!
As the top ace carefully trained by Grand Tutor Pang, Long Wu's strength was naturally beyond question. He wielded his snake-blade, a shower of blue light scattering across the sky, his energy scattering and splashing everywhere. He single-handedly held off ten or even dozens of times his number of enemies. Although there were many black-clad assassins, none of them could get close to Pang Yu.
The clash of weapons rang out incessantly, and Fourth Brother happily lifted the carriage curtain to watch coldly.
What was there to be afraid of? "What's there to be afraid of? Even if Long Wu couldn't hold them back, and one or two rushed over, with our strength and power, surely we could handle them?" Fourth Brother sat with his legs crossed, but after waiting for a long time, not a single one escaped.
Clearly, Fourth Brother hadn't fully grasped the true power of the bodyguard his father had given him. Long Wu, alone, stood guard in front of the car, knife in hand, as firm as a mountain. His snake-shaped blade moved with effortless grace, perfectly deflecting the relentless, mercury-like attacks of the assassins.
"Ugh, which bastard, idiot, fool is this? If you're going to ambush me halfway, at least send some decent assassins, okay?" Human wave tactics are useless—looking at Long Wu, who was effortlessly protecting him, and listening to the shouts and footsteps of the Imperial Guards approaching in the distance, Fourth Brother smiled.
Just as he was smiling most brightly, suddenly, a cold arrow shot out from the top of a tall tree not far away. Taking advantage of Long Wu being entangled with the assassins and unable to break free, and taking advantage of Fourth Brother being busy laughing and not paying attention to his back, the powerful arrow pierced through the night, drawing a dazzling arc, heading straight for Pang Yu's back!

Chapter 304 The Price

Swish!!!
Without any suspense, the powerful arrow pierced through his chest, and Pang Yu's strong body suddenly stiffened. His back and chest cavity were pierced through without any resistance by this inexplicable, bright, flat arc!
"Fourth...Fourth Brother!" "This arrow came too fiercely and too fast. Even with Long Wu's keen eyesight and hearing, by the time he reacted, he only saw a cloud of blood mist rising into the air and a corpse crashing down like a mountain collapsing.
He cried out in panic, but upon closer inspection, he saw that the one who had fallen was actually the assassin leader who had secretly withdrawn his hand halfway through the attack, trying to go around and attack Fourth Brother!
Fourth Brother was unharmed.
How could this be!? This sword strike, which even he could barely react to, how could Fourth Brother, who knew absolutely no martial arts, have blocked it!
Of course, Fourth Brother couldn't block it, but someone else blocked it for him.
Right above Pang Yu, on the roof of the carriage, stood a graceful, tall, and slender young woman. A black outfit accentuated her smooth, fair skin and slender waist. She wore a matching cloak and held a bright silver spear in her hand. Her heroic figure, bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin complemented each other, making her exceptionally alluring.
"Sister Paifeng!" "Pang Yu exclaimed in surprise.
Yes, it was Yang Paifeng who arrived just in time for his life-or-death situation. With a flick of his gleaming silver fire poker, a bright, gleaming spearhead suddenly emerged from the front. With a 'thud,' he used the force of the arrow to deflect it, causing the powerful arrow to abruptly change direction and pierce the assassin leader who had sneaked over to launch a sneak attack.
Hearing his fourth brother's surprised and delighted shout, Yang Paifeng composed himself and smiled faintly. His figure remained still, gracefully standing on the roof of the carriage. He was as elegant as a plum blossom, his jade-like white hands pointing the fire poker at the treetop from which the arrow had been shot. He shouted, "Who launched a sneak attack?" Her pretty face was as cold as ice, contrasting sharply with her white, blade-like features, showcasing her fiery and heroic bearing.
Yang Paifeng asked both sides repeatedly, but there was no response from the treetops. However, the assassins surrounding the carriage, seeing their leader dead, were terrified and were then cleaved in five by Long Wu. The remaining men finally lost all will to fight. With a shout, they threw down their weapons and scattered in all directions.
Could they escape? No! Those who dared to ambush and attack Fourth Brother on the way were doomed from the moment they made their move.
Long Wu didn't really make a move. He swung his blade at the fleeing assassins. A flash of light, brighter than moonlight, streaked across the blade, and headless assassins flew off again, rolling on the ground with a thud. The remaining assassins took a few steps before moving on, because ahead of them, at the exit of the path, a large group of Imperial Guards who had rushed in after hearing the news had already poured in. Pang Yu was about to order the capture of the prisoners when he saw the three of them suddenly freeze. They swayed and fell to the ground.
Long Wu flew to one of them, picked him up, glanced at him, and turned back to report, "Fourth Brother, they all have poison pills hidden in their mouths. If the assassination fails, they will commit suicide..."
Fourth Brother's eyes didn't look at him; he was too busy watching Sister Huo Shuai.
Yang Paifeng asked twice, but there was still no response from the treetop. Suddenly, she raised her fire poker, her delicate feet lightly touching the roof of the cart. Her graceful figure, like a fairy treading on water or a moon goddess, effortlessly traversed several meters in the air. One moment she was using the wall for leverage, and the next she was already on the treetop. "Whoosh!" A spear whistled out, its momentum like a bouncing star, incredibly fast, stirring up a flurry of falling leaves. But it missed completely. Apart from the tree trunk and branches severed and broken by the force of the attack, there was no one on the treetop.
(She ran away as soon as the arrow was fired? What incredible speed!)
Yang Paifeng landed on the ground with some regret, and Fourth Brother immediately came to her aid.
"Sister Paifeng, what brings you here? Did you come specifically to protect me?"
Yang Paifeng's cheeks flushed inexplicably, and she turned her pretty face away as if she dared not look at him. "Nonsense, you're talking nonsense. I went to the place where the rebels used to frequent under cover of darkness to investigate and see if I could find any clues. I heard fighting here and rushed over. Who knew... I would save you..." "
Sister went out to investigate the case and unintentionally saved someone. It just so happens that it was me. This is what they call 'Though we are not a pair of phoenixes, our hearts are connected by a single thread.'" Fourth Brother laughed heartily and magnanimously waved to the Imperial Guards soldiers beside him who were trembling with fear, prostrating themselves on the ground and begging for forgiveness, saying "My lord, this humble general is late in coming to the rescue" and "I beg Lord Tian Ding for forgiveness."
"It's alright, you're not late, just in time. Everyone will be rewarded." He pulled a handful of banknotes from his robes and tossed them into the hand of the leading captain. The captain was incredibly moved, almost to tears. They had arrived much later, and if General Yang hadn't intervened in time, Lord Tian Ding would have been dead. Yet, they hadn't been reprimanded at all. Instead, the benevolent Lord Tian Ding was even personally rewarding them. Truly… He wiped his face, tears welling in his eyes, and choked out, "Your Excellency's kindness is boundless; Han Qi is deeply grateful." "De, from now on, whatever you command, brothers will brave wind and rain, go through fire and water, without hesitation!"
Pang Yu's eyebrows twitched when he heard him call himself "Han Qi," and he patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Good, I'll remember you, Brother Han. If you don't mind, I'll consider you my buddy."
Upon hearing this, Han Qi was so excited that he almost knelt down. Fourth Brother supported him, saying, "
Brother Han, do a good job, I have high hopes for you." Turning to Yang Paifeng, who was acting like a brother to a junior officer, he said again, "Good sister, we..."
"What 'we' or 'us'? You are you, and I am me." Yang Paifeng turned her fair and beautiful oval face away again, her eagerness to distance herself only made her seem somewhat ambiguous with Pang Yu.
Pang Yu immediately leaned in again, but this time he was serious: "No matter what, sister saved me, and I must repay this kindness."
Yang Paifeng restrained herself from paying him any attention. This was outside, not in the Grand Tutor's mansion, and in front of so many Imperial Guards—how could she say such things to Pang Yu! "
I…this general has other matters to attend to, I'll take my leave now." She hastily bowed,
intending to leave. Her fourth brother reached out to grab her hand, but failed.
Yang Paifeng dodged him, quickly turned around, and took a step. Behind her, Pang Yu's lazy voice sounded: "I just spoke to the Emperor, Bao Zheng…"
"What about Lord Bao?" "Yang Paifeng suddenly turned around and rushed over, asking anxiously.
"Uh... well... actually..." Fourth Brother deliberately kept her in suspense.
Yang Paifeng was eager to know, so she leaned closer,
smelling the orchid-like fragrance emanating from her body, which became even more fragrant with her body heat. Fourth Brother smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly reached out and wrapped his arm around her plump waist.
Yang Paifeng subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Pang Yu's words made her stop: "After my repeated requests, the Emperor has issued an edict restoring Lord Bao to his original position, and..."
"And what?" "Yang Paifeng subconsciously asked, of course, if she wanted an answer immediately, she "had to" obediently let her fourth brother hold her.
"And..." her fourth brother dragged out his words until he felt the slender waist in his arms relax and there was no more intention to struggle, then he continued, "And he also added a whole bunch of titles to Lord Bao: Privy Councilor, Acting Commissioner of the Three Departments, ordering Lord Bao to oversee all affairs, big and small, in the capital region. I think the case of the Southern Tang rebels will be solved soon."
"Really? You're not lying to me?" Yang Paifeng was both surprised and delighted, but she was also afraid that Pang Yu was deliberately making things up—she had experienced this man's tricks and schemes far too often.
"Of course, I wouldn't dare lie to you, Sister Paifeng, even to heaven and earth." "Fourth Brother, taking advantage of the situation, wrapped his other arm around her, almost hugging her from behind. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin, 'I promised you a long time ago, Sister. You protected me for several days, and I managed to get the Emperor to release Lord Bao. It took so long to get it done, I'm really sorry.' He said 'sorry,' but his hands were busy doing something else. His ten fingers seemed to be still, but they were actually gently kneading her, making Yang Paifeng's body burn. Her face flushed, she pulled away from his clutches, but she was too embarrassed to leave after asking all the questions, so she changed the subject, 'Who...who did you offend this time? Making such a scene in the middle of the night, trying to kill you.'
'No one, I've always been law-abiding and don't make enemies.' Fourth Brother spread his hands, looking very innocent. 'Sister, you're skilled in martial arts, can't you tell what their moves are?'" Yang Paifeng shook her head: "
These are all common martial arts techniques in the Jianghu, it's hard to say for sure. But I think it might be remnants of the Southern Tang. They failed to kill you last time, so this time..."
"How could that be—" Fourth Brother waved his hand dismissively. Murder her husband? He was joking. My little one wouldn't do that. As for Jiang Zhengjie, he's locked up in the dungeon right now. Even if some people in the Seven Show Pavilion are still jealous of me "possessing" their beautiful young master, they wouldn't be able to gather so many people to ambush me.
"Why is it impossible?" Yang Paifeng stared at her, her beautiful eyes flashing with surprise.
"Because..." Fourth Brother almost let slip, stammered, and quickly corrected himself, "It's very simple. The capital is under martial law now. The remnants of the Southern Tang are hiding too fast to plan an attack on me. Besides, what's the use of killing me? Would it benefit their restoration of the country? A mere servant—there are millions of people in the Song Dynasty, how could they risk such a great deal to kill me?" Yang Paifeng pondered for a moment: "
You're right. Since these assassins were lying in ambush on your way out of the palace, it means they knew your itinerary for tonight. The Southern Tang remnants' influence in the capital has long been wiped out. It's impossible for them to know so much about what's happening in the palace and to have prepared for an attack so early..."
As she said this, Fourth Brother's calm eyes suddenly lit up.
(So that's how it is, damn it, you dare to scheme against me, you're something else!)
Fourth Brother snorted inwardly, and a plan for revenge instantly formed in his mind.
He was the kind of person who always repaid kindness tenfold, but as for the grudges he held against him... Hmph, even the clearest waters of the Three Rivers and Five Lakes couldn't wash it away. He would definitely make them pay many times over!

Chapter 305 Promise me, stay by my side.

Hey, what are you doing? Why are you smiling so wickedly? What are you thinking about?" Yang Paifeng didn't react for a long time, and pushed him a little annoyed. "
No, it's just..." Fourth Brother chuckled, coming back to his senses, "Sister, you look so beautiful in black. Can you wear it for me more often?"
My God, this wasn't just a private chat between a young couple; Han Qi and a large contingent of imperial guards were right there. Pang Yu calling her "Sister," "Sister," was one thing, but to say such...ambiguous things in front of so many people! Lost in their own thoughts, Han Qi and the others practically popped their eyes out.
Yang Paifeng blushed, shyly spitting at him, "You, you stop talking nonsense, your words are so flirtatious, be careful next time you're..."
"Don't worry, Sister will come to save me." Fourth Brother chuckled, then grabbed Fire Commander Sister's hand from the side. Yang Paifeng was about to shake him off, but Fourth Brother coughed twice at the opportune moment, clutching his chest with his other hand, his face contorted in pain—not just pain, but a stubborn attempt to hold back, to suppress his scream.
Long Wu, being very perceptive, didn't call out to his master, but instead called out, "Fourth Brother, what's wrong! Is it an old injury..."
Pang Yu glanced at him, stopping him in his tracks, and stubbornly gritted his teeth, "I'm fine, the arrow wound... it's healed long ago." The pain he was enduring was clearly a lie.
"Don't be stubborn!" Yang Paifeng stamped her foot, finally revealing a hint of genuine concern.
"No, no, my injury healed long ago..." Pang Yu forced a smile, his teeth grinding together.
Yang Paifeng knew perfectly well he was gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. She quickly moved closer, stretching her slender, delicate neck, anxiously looking at Pang Yu's bandaged wound: "Where does your chest hurt? Has the wound reopened? Should I take you to the clinic?" A series of anxious questions, her concern obvious even to a fool, and she let him hold her small hand, even pressing her slender, graceful body against him.
Han Qi's admiration for Lord Tian Ding was like a never-ending river. What is skill? What is mastery? The skill of picking up girls, the mastery of stealing hearts—we've witnessed it all today!
Rumors are circulating that Lord Tian Ding and General Yang have an affair. It's not just a rumor, it's…it's true!
Pang Yu endured immense pain. His expression was convincing, his demeanor flawless, yet no sweat beaded on his forehead. In this sweltering heat, enduring such excruciating pain…why…? Yang Paifeng, her lips pursed like red diamonds, anxiously awaited his answer, only to feel Pang Yu gently kneading her hand, reveling in its cool, smooth texture. Suddenly realizing, "Oh! You did it on purpose! You pretended to be in pain! You tricked me!" she flung his mischievous hand away, her eyes showing no anger, but rather a touch of girlish coquettishness.
Han Qi and his men… Eyeballs popped out again.
Fourth Brother, without a trace of guilt at having his trick exposed, straightened his posture and said, "Good sister, I wasn't pretending. It really hurts. But seeing you, sister, makes me feel much better." This man's flattery was truly masterful! Yang Paifeng couldn't handle it. Besides, what woman doesn't like to hear praise? It's just a matter of who says it and how well they say it. Yang Paifeng's face flushed. She knew Pang Yu was just using sweet talk to please her, but she still felt happy listening to it. Her delicate hand, which had finally escaped his clutches, was pulled back by Pang Yu. He gently stroked her palm a few times, making our Fire-Handsome Sister's heart melt.
"Good sister, can I ask you for a favor..." Fourth Brother suddenly put on a very pitiful expression and leaned close to Fire-Handsome Sister's crystal earlobe.
"Wh-what is it?" Yang Paifeng turned her head shyly, her face red, and asked.
"Sister, can you come with me—come with me to Jiangnan?"
Yang Paifeng blushed instantly: "You! What nonsense are you talking about? How could I, sister..."
"No, sister, don't misunderstand." Pang Yu breathed hot air into her ear and lowered his voice: "Sister, you know about the three top courtesans going to Jiangnan, right? The Emperor ordered me to go with them. On the surface, I am an imperial envoy, on behalf of the Emperor, but in reality, I have another secret mission concerning the rise and fall of our Great Song Dynasty. I am alone... Alas, to repay the Emperor's kindness, I am willing to die, even if I die without a complete corpse, even if I am shattered to pieces, it doesn't matter. But if the mission is not completed—good sister, you must know that this matter concerns the survival of our Great Song Dynasty. If there is even the slightest mistake..."
Han Qi had very sharp ears and roughly heard the gist of it. She thought that her fourth brother was using tricks and making up lies to deceive the girl, but Yang Paifeng was not being deceived by Pang Yu. As a key figure in the Yang family's female generals, she naturally knew that the Yang family army had hastily returned to the border because the Liao army had amassed a large force intending to invade the Song Dynasty. Although the turbulent situation in the southern border was still a state secret, news had already spread within the military. Although Pang Yu was a smooth talker who liked to deceive people, act shamelessly, and take advantage of others, he would never speak without reason when it came to important matters. Although the matter might not be as serious as he claimed, "concerning the survival of the Song Dynasty," it was certain that the emperor had other important matters to attend to during this trip south.
"Good sister, will you come with me? Please come with me, okay?" Pang Yu held Yang Paifeng's slender hand, his expression more sincere than ever before. Seeing Yang Paifeng biting her rosy lips, unsure whether to agree, he simply pointed to the corpses strewn on the roadside. "Sister, look, even in the capital, some unknown force wants my life. Once we get to Jiangnan, the journey will undoubtedly be even more bloody and fraught with danger. Sister, without you by my side, I really... can't survive!"
Fourth Brother's words were a double entendre. Without Sister Huo Shuai's protection, the dangers along the way in Jiangnan were lurking; he was doomed. Without Sister Huo Shuai's "love," even a lonely man would die.
Yang Paifeng's heart trembled at these double-edged words, her body going weak. This... this was on the street, in front of more than a dozen people, he said such things... wasn't he ashamed...?
Yang Paifeng felt burning hot, too ashamed to even look up.
Fourth Brother's expression, as deep as the sea, was still unsatisfying.
"I...I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid that if I go and don't come back, if I can't accomplish what the Emperor entrusted to me, I'll have failed His Majesty's grace, and even in death I won't be able to rest in peace, and I'll never see my sister again...I...even if I become a ghost—no,
even if the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons torture me on the Bridge of Helplessness and send me to the eighteenth level of hell, I still won't drink that bowl of Meng Po soup...I will remember my sister forever, in this life and for all eternity, I will remember my sister!" Yang Paifeng exclaimed, her face instantly turning bright red, even her ears burning hot: "You...you're talking nonsense...what do you mean by this life and for all eternity, I don't want that..." Like a young girl experiencing her first love, she shyly raised her small fist and hurriedly punched his chest, the sound barely audible when it landed on him.
Han Qi and his brothers had lost count of how many times their eyes had popped out of their sockets; their admiration for their fourth brother was like looking up at a mountain, but even more so, it was astonishment and excitement.
—Not everyone gets to witness a Casanova's live demonstration of a mature woman's charm!
"Sister Paifeng, promise me you'll stay by my side...to Jiangnan, okay?" Fourth Brother wasn't shameless enough to confess his feelings casually in the street without a romantic setting, so after the blushing "stay by my side," he added "to Jiangnan." This was for Sister Huoshuai's sake, to save her face and prevent her shy, alluring demeanor from being exposed by the Imperial Guards. With
such a considerate man and such tender words, how could the infatuated Yang Paifeng possibly refuse?
"I... my sister went back and asked... the old lady first. If... the old lady is willing, then... then escorting you along the way is... not impossible." Yang Paifeng lowered her head, speaking haltingly and intermittently, her voice magnetic and captivating. The two were very close at this moment, and Pang Yu's nose was filled with the delicate fragrance of sandalwood emanating from Huo Shuai's sister, as sweet as orchids and as musk. The cool moonlight shone down from the sky, illuminating Yang Paifeng, further highlighting her flawless and beautiful curves, making her indescribably alluring.
Fourth Brother almost couldn't resist grabbing her plump waist and pulling this slender, well-proportioned beauty into his arms. However, there were too many people around, and Fourth Brother wasn't shameless enough to do that, so he held back for now. Anyway, judging from Sister Huo Shuai's answer, she was definitely going to Jiangnan with him—the Old Madam's words were just an excuse. Sister Huo Shuai was a young woman; if she really wanted to go, who could stop her? Even if the Old Madam really tried to stop her, he could just get his brother-in-law, the Emperor, to issue an imperial decree. Didn't he understand the concept of raising the price on the spot? For the sake of the stability of the entire Jiangnan region, his brother-in-law, the Emperor, had no choice but to agree!
In short, Sister Huoshuai is definitely going to accompany us on this trip to Jiangnan. There's no way we won't have a chance to hug and kiss each other! And with hugs and kisses, what can't we handle?
"I...I have something to do, I...Sister, I'll go back first..." Yang Paifeng said, words she herself couldn't believe came out of her mouth—words that were tantamount to agreeing to accompany Pang Yu all the way. She hurriedly tidied her disheveled hair, covered her face, and ran away. Her flustered appearance was nothing like the invincible female general of the Yang family on the battlefield; anyone who didn't know better would think she was a young lady just emerging from her chambers.
Han Qi and his brothers' eyes widened for the nth time. It took them a while to recover, only to find Lord Tian Ding staring at them with a mysterious smile.
"M-Lord!"
"Brother Han, how many hours do you have left before your shift change?" Fourth Brother put his arm around his shoulder, asking earnestly.
Han Qi quickly replied, "By 5:00 AM tomorrow."
"Hmm, that's enough." Fourth Brother beckoned him closer and whispered a few words of advice in his ear.
"How was it? Did you manage to do it?"
Han Qi stood up straight with a jolt: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely complete the mission."
"Very good." Fourth Brother nodded in satisfaction, "Then we'll meet at the gate of the Beihai Prince's Mansion tomorrow at 5:00 AM."

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