[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 10

Chapter 71 of the main text, "The Incredible Number One Courtesan in the World,"

is updated as scheduled. This is a total of 6000 words, made up for last Saturday's update. I just finished writing it at midnight, made some revisions, and posted it a little late. Please forgive me.
A snow-white, elegant oval face was lightly covered by a black veil, revealing a pair of clear, bright eyes. Her flowing hair cascaded down her back and shoulders like a waterfall, making her appear ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy descended to earth.
"Fairy Sister..." Pang Yu almost blurted out, but quickly realized it wasn't her.
The finely pleated collar and floor-length skirt were all deep, glossy black, a stark contrast to the Fairy Sister's dazzling white attire. Her slender, straight, and graceful neck, like a swan's neck, was perfectly proportioned. The thin black veil further accentuated the fair and radiant skin of her skin, and her alluring curves were in no way inferior to the slender and tall Fairy Sister. However, her slender and delicate figure was even more petite, her waist appearing as a thin sheet when viewed horizontally, its extreme softness evident even without being grasped.
The veiled woman swayed towards her, carrying with her a faint fragrance of herbs from afar, causing Pang Yu's chest to swell. Her satin skirt swayed, revealing a pair of slender, beautiful legs encased in snow-white silk stockings, and her pink satin-soled embroidered shoes inadvertently revealed a hint of girlish innocence. It was none other than Zou Xiyun, whom he had seen at the Seven Show Workshop!
"Oh my gosh—isn't this Miss Zou, the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan? What did you just say? That I'm a good person? Oh dear, I can't accept that. How could a lowly servant like me be praised by the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan? Oh, by the way, Miss Zou, why aren't you rehearsing your dance at Qixiu Workshop? Could it be…?"
Zou Xiyun had experienced Pang Yu's shamelessness before, but his audacity in broad daylight and in public truly infuriated this seasoned beauty from Jiangnan. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she stopped, coldly saying, "I have my own things to do, it's none of your business."
"And what I do is none of your concern, Miss?" Pang Yu had been waiting for her to say that, and retorted with a single sentence.
Zou Xiyun then realized she had fallen for the servant's trick to get information out of her. Without saying anything more, she quickened her pace towards him, her flowing white dress accentuating her long legs and wasp-like buttocks.
Wow, what's going on? He can't win with words, so he's going to get physical!?
Just watching her graceful, swaying gait, Pang Yu was already tempted to sacrifice himself and "interact" with her.
Unfortunately, Zou Xiyun's approach wasn't aimed at him.
"Miss, are you alright? You seem to have sprained your ankle. Can I check it?"
she said softly to Di Xiuxiang, completely ignoring Pang Yu.
"I... ahh!" Di Xiuxiang, held by Pang Yu, felt a tingling numbness throughout her body, even her palms were burning. She was almost fainting from embarrassment. Zou Xiyun asked twice before she came to her senses. Just as she was about to speak, a sharp pain shot through her ankle.
"What's wrong?" Pang Yu quickly put her down, lifted her skirt, and saw that her ankle, which had just been rubbed and was now bruised and swollen again, the skin a bluish-purple, with faint traces of blood seeping out. Even a gentle breeze made Di Xiuxiang wince in pain, her small hands clenching tightly to suppress a cry.
"How could this happen?" Pang Yu was both distressed and anxious. He had treated many external injuries before; there was no reason why he hadn't noticed such a serious twist at first.
"Let me do it," Zou Xiyun said, stepping forward.
"You?"
"There's a first-aid kit in the car." Zou Xiyun smiled faintly, bending down to pick up Di Xiuxiang.
Two large carts were parked by the roadside. Zou Xiyun carried her to the front of the second cart, walking without any difficulty.
Two pretty maids were already waiting inside the cart, with wound medicine, liniment, and clean cotton cloths prepared.
Zou Xiyun first used a basin of clean water to clean her wound, then used a clean cotton towel to absorb the bloodstains, carefully bandaging it with practiced skill.
Due to the impropriety of men and women being together, Pang Yu stood aside without intervening. Zou Xiyun bent down to bandage, her slender, white fingers waving before Pang Yu's eyes.
Zou Xiyun turned to face him, and from Pang Yu's tall frame, her beautiful pointed chin, slender neck, and delicate collarbone were all clearly visible. The unintentional sway of her graceful waist was even more alluring. Beneath the long black silk dress, a hint of pinkish flesh could be seen, no less exquisite than the translucent jade-like skin on her elbows and arms.
She was very focused on bandaging him, and a patch of glistening, fragrant sweat gradually appeared on her forehead. The delicate, plum-like fragrance of her body became intensely strong with the warmth of her sweat, making Pang Yu's blood boil. He felt that he was almost unable to resist pounce on her, roughly tear the silk dress to shreds, grab her shapely, slender legs, and thrust his hips...
Pang Yu struggled to pull himself out of his uncontrollable lewd fantasies, his erect penis still hard, and quickly turned to the side to avoid embarrassment.
"Alright, you're fine for now." After bandaging her up, she reached for a soft pillow and handed it to Di Xiuxiang, gently instructing her, "Lie in the car and rest well. I'll send someone to take you home."
"No, I want Brother Pang..." Di Xiuxiang panicked, propping herself up to sit up, but quickly stopped herself from speaking, too embarrassed to even lift her head. Her heart pounded: I... how could I be so bold... The thought of stopping herself only made things more ambiguous, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple.
Zou Xiyun glanced at Pang Yu, as if asking what tricks he used to bewitch the girl.
Why ask? Why don't you experience it for yourself?
Pang Yu wanted to know how to answer her, but saying something like that at this moment would be a complete lapse of judgment.
"Xiuxiang, you go home first. Brother Pang has things to do."
Di Xiuxiang's bright eyes dimmed instantly, her pale lips pressed tightly together, unable to hide her disappointment.
"I'll come see you when I have time, in the next few days." Pang Yu smiled gently at him, then added.
Di Xiuxiang's sorrow turned to joy, and she obediently nodded.
The car door closed, and Pang Yu beckoned Chuixue to come to him.
"Fourth Brother, if there's anything you need, just say the word. I'll go through fire and water, even if it means death..."
"I don't need you to die." Pang Yu almost slapped her, but then thought that Zou Xiyun was watching, so he decided against it—well, he couldn't ruin his kind and benevolent image in her eyes. He shoved the token he'd taken from Gao Yanei into Chuixue's hands, and said in a low, deep voice, "Buy some food, drink, and clothing and send them over. Say it's a gift from the Marquis that the manor has some extra. Also, have the Palace Guards send a few capable guards to protect her secretly. They're not allowed to leave her side for twelve hours straight—Zhao Shiqing won't let this go after being beaten. I'm not afraid of him, but Xiuxiang..."
"Don't worry, Fourth Brother, I'll take care of it."
Chuixue agreed quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only Pang Yu, Zou Xiyun, and a carriage.
"Hey." Pang Yu, shameless, nudged her with his elbow.
Zou Xiyun dodged lightly.
"What are you doing?" She raised her oval face behind the black veil.
"You didn't come out just to see Nangong Qinyi, did you?"
Zou Xiyun ignored her.
"Hey, say something! What's wrong? Are you so excited about being alone with me that you've lost your voice? Sigh, being handsome is just something you can't help. Actually, you don't have to be like this. If you miss me, just say so
. It's not far from the Grand Tutor's Mansion to Qixiu Lane. I can always ride there on horseback to comfort you..." "I'm here to see my opponent in the Flower Queen Contest," Zou Xiyun couldn't help but interrupt him coldly.
Pang Yu laughed, his smile still as bright as ever, but with a touch more of a smug smirk.
"To see Nangong Qinyi? Then we're going the same way, hehehe. Miss Zou, you don't mind giving me a ride, do you?" He slumped into the carriage, grinning.

Where's the most crowded place in the 21st century? Beijing's No. 300 bus! And in
the 11th century? The street Nangong Qinyi was about to pass through!
A sea of people, a throng of heads. Changxingfang Street, where Nangong Qinyi's carriage was scheduled to pass, was packed with ordinary people eager to catch a glimpse of the goddess. The restaurants, teahouses, and eateries right next to the street were all filled with dignitaries, wealthy young men, and officials, all craning their necks to see what was happening, impatiently waiting.
"Damn it! It's just a girl coming back to play the zither and sing, does the whole city have to come out like a swarm of bees to gather here? Vulgar, so vulgar!" Seeing this crowd, many times stronger than the condemnation of him, Pang Yu was extremely annoyed and indignant—his fourth brother had intervened, whether for good or bad, how could he be surpassed, especially by a girl! This is so embarrassing, so utterly humiliating!!!
Zou Xiyun's carriage stopped on a raised slope about seven or eight zhang away from the roadside. It was impossible to go any further. Pang Yu looked out from behind the carriage curtain at the situation outside and started cursing without saying a word.
Zou Xiyun couldn't stand it any longer. This wretched servant had shamelessly gotten into her carriage, insisting on riding with her. When she refused, he wouldn't get out, dragging her along no matter what. He'd rather walk than sit. Fine, he lifted the curtain and started yelling, "Look! Look! The Seven Shows Dancer's carriage is so comfortable! Oh dear, Miss Zou, why don't you get in? Giving your carriage to me is so unfair!" No matter
how much Pang Yu flirted with her, she ignored him, silently protesting his shameless behavior. Pang Yu, annoyed, hadn't even received a single "hmm" in response. It was like facing a living, breathing statue of a beautiful woman; the erotic atmosphere of riding together was completely gone. Naturally, he was furious. In a fit of anger, he launched into a tirade!
"What Great Song Capital, the Emperor's Capital—bah! These city folks are so uncivilized, blocking the streets and disrupting traffic just to see a girl, making us men lose all face! Nangong Qinyi, if you've set a date, just come back on the date you set, why bring it up so early? Even if I, Fourth Brother, am currently riding high and she's so eager to come back to the capital to see me, there's no need for..."
"Young Master, what makes Nangong Qinyi have such influence in the capital? As soon as people heard that she was returning to the capital early, the entire city, regardless of rank or status, flocked to her." Zou Xiyun couldn't stand such shameless self-praise and interrupted him coldly, her eyes as if covered with a layer of frost.
"I'm not a young master, just a servant, a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion. You can call me Pang Si, or you can be more affectionate—Fourth Brother." Pang Yu smiled at him, thinking to himself, "Trying to act high and mighty, huh? Even if he's as cold as ice, he'll still open his mouth after a couple of words from me.
" "Nangong Qinyi? Hmph, she's just a little pretty, maybe a little flirtatious..." He continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know! Insulting others is also belittling yourself!" Zou Xiyun, unusually sharp-tongued, pointed a finger at him, almost poking his face, her chest heaving rapidly, clearly furious.
"Hehehe, yes, I don't know. Please enlighten me, Miss Zou." Pang Yu chuckled dryly, trying to ease the awkwardness, continuing to "seduce" her with words, while also being a little puzzled. Zou Xiyun had traveled all the way from Jiangnan to the capital to compete with Nangong Qinyi for the title of courtesan, so why was he reacting so strongly to just a few casual remarks?
Zou Xiyun seemed to realize her momentary lapse in composure, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before lightly brushing her hair back to her usual calm: "Nangong Qinyi, as the most famous courtesan in the land, is naturally extremely beautiful..."
"I don't think she can compare to you, Miss," Pang Yu interrupted quickly, his expression unmistakably fawning. "You are peerless in your beauty, possessing a charm that could topple kingdoms. Just the tenderness in your eyes alone is enough to make countless men die for you without regret. If you were to remove your veil, I'm afraid everyone here would rush to the Seven Show Pavilion. What Nangong Qinyi, what the most famous courtesan in the land, they're not even worthy to comb your hair."
Zou Xiyun had already experienced this man's glib tongue, giving him another fierce glare before maintaining her composed and indifferent demeanor, continuing: "What's even more remarkable is her musical skill, unparalleled in the world, unmatched by any other. Countless poets, writers, heroes, and knights of our dynasty have flocked to her..."
"Your singing and dancing are unparalleled in the world. Your dance is unmatched, your charm is unmatched. One dance can captivate a city, another can captivate a nation. Your talent surpasses all others in our dynasty. Moreover, you are as beautiful as a flower, as lovely as a celestial being. Anyone who sees you will be captivated. Unlike that Nangong Qinyi, who is aloof and arrogant, even her return to the capital is shrouded in mystery."
This time, Pang Yu finished speaking in one breath, not even giving her a chance to interrupt.
"Are you going to praise me to the heavens?" Zou Xiyun asked with a calm and pretty face.
"Praise you? Am I praising you? I'm telling the truth, the absolute truth! Sister, you know I'm always honest. I never say anything flattering, bootlicking, or complimenting! Really!!!" Pang Yu looked innocent, his anxious argument making him seem like he had suffered a great injustice.
Zou Xiyun burst out laughing, her stern face instantly melting away like ice melting and spring breezes blowing, brightening the narrow carriage.
"Her looks and musical skills aren't the most important things." Zou Xiyun turned her pretty face away, staring at him to stop Pang Yu from interrupting. She said with a wary expression, "What's most praised about Lady Nangong isn't her stunning beauty, her unparalleled musical skills, or her exceptional poetic talent, but rather..."
"But rather, she has three heads and six arms, wings? Or tattoos on her face, or... is she bald?"
The facts immediately proved that all non-actional verbal warnings and threats—especially from a beautiful woman—
went in one ear and out the other to Pang Yu!
He wouldn't listen unless he got serious!
Zou Xiyun finally couldn't take it anymore. A look of amusement and exasperation appeared in her eyes. After a long pause, she turned back to Pang Yu and slowly said, word by word, "The reason Lady Nangong is loved by the people and revered like a goddess is because she is kind, compassionate, and always has the people in her heart."
"What do you mean?"
"For three years, Lady Nangong has been in the capital, and for those three years she has tirelessly used her meager resources to do good deeds for the people." Zou Xiyun looked out the window, her pretty face shining with longing. "Two years ago, Taizhou was flooded, and tens of thousands of people were displaced and starved to death. Lady Nangong donated all her savings without hesitation, totaling more than 100,000 strings of cash. Last year, a plague broke out in Jinghu South Road (the Song Dynasty divided the country into fifteen roads, equivalent to today's provincial-level administrative regions). People died overnight, and within a radius of a hundred miles, all households were wiped out, with nine out of ten families dying." "In the beginning of the year, seven counties in Sichuan were struck by a series of devastating earthquakes, with rivers of blood flowing and cries of anguish filling the fields. More than ten thousand people were killed or injured. It was Nangong who took the lead in upholding justice, using his influence in the capital to mobilize the entire city to raise money and supplies to aid the disaster area..."
She recounted more than a dozen stories, all of which were acts of kindness and righteousness performed by Nangong Qinyi, and each one was significant.
"That's all?" Pang Yu suddenly asked.
"Of course not." Zou Xiyun glared at him, a little annoyed. "I haven't even mentioned the ones in the capital!"
"Oh."
"In the capital, although the Nangong family lives a secluded life and rarely leaves the Green Jade Pavilion, they always quietly lend a helping hand whenever there's something closely related to the people's livelihood." Zou Xiyun revealed a touching expression as she spoke earnestly, her beautiful eyes gently fixed on Pang Yu. "You're a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, you should know better than me how many cases of wealthy families oppressing the common people occur in the capital every year. Can that seemingly upright and honest, but actually cowardly and timid Prefect of Kaifeng, Wu Gongzheng, possibly manage them all, or even dare to?"
"He wouldn't dare, but Nangong Qinyi would?"
"That's not it, but whenever Lady Nangong encounters someone, she will definitely give the people justice. Besides, her good deeds such as helping the poor and needy and supporting the elderly are countless. The Green Jade Pavilion has also taken in many orphans who have lost their parents..." Zou Xiyun paused slightly, her tone suddenly becoming serious, and slowly continued, "Therefore, Lady Nangong holds an extremely high position in the hearts of the people of the capital, even more prestigious than the incorruptible Judge Bao. Everyone here today, whether commoners or nobles, sees Lady Nangong as a goddess!"
Pang Yu was somewhat skeptical and questioned, "These things you're saying, can Nangong Qinyi, a mere woman, really do them? Isn't it all thanks to the help of those young masters who admire her?"
"You're wrong." Zou Xiyun gently shook her head, "Although countless scholars, knights-errant, and wealthy young masters vie to fall at Lady Nangong's feet, she has never relied on any of them."
"Then how could she possibly do all that..."
"Not only that, last July, heavy rains fell around the capital, causing the Bian River to swell and threaten the inner city. The court decided to breach the dike in Junyi County to release the floodwaters and ensure the stability of Bianliang. In the northwest of Junyi County, people lived in densely packed houses, while in the southeast were the fields of Grand Tutor Pang and several other princes and nobles in the capital. The officials of the Ministry of Revenue, fearing the power of Grand Tutor Pang, disregarded the people's livelihood and insisted on ordering the northwest dike to be breached."
"This matter involved Grand Tutor Pang, and among the officials in the capital, who dared to intervene except for Lord Bao? But at that time, Lord Bao was investigating a case in Jiangnan and could not return." Zou Xiyun calmly met his questioning gaze and sighed with deep emotion, "It was Lady Nangong who braved the torrential rain and went alone to Junyi County to stop the army that was going to breach the dike. Then she personally went to the palace to report to the Emperor. The Emperor... was wise and made the imperial decision to breach the southeast dike, saving more than ten thousand people in the county from the disaster of losing their homes and lives!"
"What?! Enter the palace to see the Emperor! By what right? She's just a courtesan, what right does she have to enter the palace?"
"By what right?" Zou Xiyun's lips curled into a sly smile, giving him a sidelong glance, as if to say, "I knew you'd ask this.
" "Yes, by what right?" Pang Yu pressed on.
"Because the Eighth Prince is his father."
"Huh!?"
"Nangong Qinyi... Nangong Qinyi, she, she's the Eighth Prince's adopted daughter!?"
Zou Xiyun shook her head.
"No, not an adopted daughter, she's his biological, his biological daughter!"

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Number One Courtesan in the World

"His... his biological daughter!?"
Even the usually composed Pang Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes, staring blankly at Zou Xiyun.
"Then isn't she the... the royal princess? How could a princess... show her face in public, what would she be doing... the number one courtesan in the world!?"
Zou Xiyun also looked at him, her large eyes unblinking, filled with doubt.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?" Pang Yu retorted irritably when she didn't answer.
Zou Xiyun sighed softly, glancing at his cold eyes with a hint of frustration, as if she were looking at an incurable... idiot!
"You work as a servant in the Pang family and you don't even know about this event that caused a sensation throughout the city back then?"
Pang Yu shook his head cleanly and bowed, saying seriously, "This humble servant truly doesn't know, please enlighten me, sister."
Zou Xiyun was amused by his lowly servant's pretentious and scholarly way of speaking, her pretty face as bright as spring returning to the earth, her expression a mix of wanting to laugh but holding it back, charming and alluring.
"From a young age, Lady Nangong studied music under the tutelage of the renowned qin master Ji Yijian. Three years ago, she came to the capital from Luoyang. At the Flower Queen Contest, her performance of 'Xiao Xiang Shui Yun' astonished the audience, outshining all other beauties
. From then on, her fame spread throughout the land, and everyone considered it an honor to enter the Green Jade Pavilion to catch a glimpse of her beauty and hear her exquisite music." "Lady Nangong spent two years in the capital, winning the Flower Queen Contest twice in a row. The common people loved and admired her, while scholars, nobles, and young masters vied for her attention. Her fame was unmatched among the high-ranking families, powerful officials, and even ordinary people. In the third year, the Eighth Prince visited the Green Jade Pavilion to listen to music and unexpectedly discovered that Lady Nangong was his daughter, whom he had lost for seventeen years!"
"You're probably aware of the Eighth Prince's position in court. His daughter could easily have received a princess's fiefdom, a grand residence, and all the bestowals she could have enjoyed, living a life of endless wealth and luxury. However, unexpectedly, Lady Nangong refused the Eighth Prince's offer to bring her to live in his palace, choosing instead to reside alone in the Green Jade Pavilion. She even insisted on using her mother's surname, 'Nangong,' instead of reverting to the imperial surname 'Zhao.' This demonstrates her lofty and ethereal nature, her indifference to fame and fortune, and her disregard for worldly riches. It's no wonder that the residents of the capital fervently worship and idolize her."
"Princess...hehe, hehe..."
Pang Yu chuckled dryly, his interest in Nangong Qin Yi growing even stronger.
A princess and a famous courtesan, huh? Heh heh, then I'm even more determined to seduce her! A double dose of pleasure from pounce!
Zou Xiyun, having seen countless people, could easily see through his filthy thoughts. She sneered, "A mere servant dares to dream of eating swan meat?"
"Swan? A swan isn't as beautiful as you! Besides, I'm not like a toad, am I?" Pang Yu chuckled.
"Hmph, you don't actually want to…" Zou Xiyun paused, realizing this shameless servant was actually using her sarcastic words to flirt with her—"I want to eat you! A great beauty!!!" Pang Yu's words could be interpreted that way; it was utterly shameless and brazen!
Seeing her puffed-up cheeks in anger, Pang Yu smiled smugly. Nangong Qinyi hadn't arrived yet, so he'd tease this Jiangnan beauty who would compete with her in the courtesan competition first.
Zou Xiyun's pretty face turned cold, and she was about to lash out when she suddenly heard a commotion outside the window.
"They're here! Master Nangong is here!"
"Look! It's right ahead!"
"Wow—what a beautiful carriage!"
The two of them simultaneously reached for the curtain. Pang Yu, quick as a flash, stepped forward to claim the best spot, then shifted slightly to make room for her, beckoning, "Come on, let's look together."
Zou Xiyun, of course, wouldn't go over, because that would mean the two of them were pressed together, letting this scoundrel take advantage of her. She glared at him fiercely with her eyes brimming with tears, then turned and opened the carriage door.
At the end of the road, a carriage gracefully approached. Its spacious and comfortable body, antique decorations, and openwork exterior walls adorned with exquisite pine and bamboo carvings—both elegant and beautiful, yet delicate and refined—were all crafted from the finest sandalwood. The lines were clear and rounded, elegant and graceful, with seamless joints, as if carved from a single piece of wood…
Especially impressive were the six tall, magnificent horses pulling the carriage, all pure white and handsome, without a single stray hair. Even a princess's outing wouldn't have such a grand display!
As the carriage approached, cheers erupted from the roadside. Everyone jostled and stood on tiptoe, some even jumping, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nangong Qinyi's unparalleled beauty. Not to mention the wealthy young men who had occupied the best seats on the second floor of the restaurants and teahouses; they were practically leaning over the railings, and if any unscrupulous waiter gave them a push, a whole bunch of bastards from the Song Dynasty would fall to their deaths in half a minute.
Looking at the surging crowd, Pang Yu began to rub his hands together, eager for action. "
Fans all over the capital, huh? Fine, that's the kind I'm going to push!" he thought. "The more I see other people's goddesses writhing and panting under my nose, the more I feel the thrill of conquest—a real man, a true man, should enjoy the best woman in the world!!!"
As the carriage slowly pulled in, cheers rose in waves. Zou Xiyun couldn't help but lean out to get a better look, her bright eyes filled with a complex and unreadable emotion.
Pang Yu was pondering how to jump to the front, whether to show off his light-footed skills or shout "Open water! Open water! Make way!" when suddenly his vision blurred, and he spotted a figure in the crowd that should absolutely not be there.
Standing over two meters tall; with a robust and muscular build; a full beard and a head of straight, bristly hair…
Ye Gucheng!
Not the elegant and refined Ye Gucheng of Baiyun City from Gu Long's novels, but the black-faced demon of the Song Dynasty—the top martial arts expert in the Imperial Palace, the Emperor's personal bodyguard commander, Ye Gucheng!
"Damn it, why isn't the top martial arts expert in the Imperial Palace protecting the Emperor here?!"
Pang Yu wondered. He thought that the day he "swept" through Pianxian Pavilion to bring back that outrageously unruly little princess was understandable, but today there was no one here who needed his protection, right?
That old Ye is too unethical, abandoning his post and even the Emperor just to see a woman!
He didn't know what he was seeing until he looked.
The group of Shence Camp soldiers who had followed Ye Gucheng to Pianxian Pavilion were all scattered among the crowd on the roadside! Pang Yu's eyesight was always sharp, and his memory was never bad. He squinted and scanned the area, instantly recognizing more than a dozen people! Holy
crap, is that for real? So many of Nangong Qin Yi's fans are in the most elite, ace, and iron-blooded army of the Song Dynasty?! Interesting, interesting, this is getting more and more fun!
Pang Yu couldn't contain his excitement.
And these weren't the only familiar faces!
As he was counting how many Shence Army soldiers there were, a highly discordant voice suddenly rang out in the air.
"Injustice! Injustice—"
Amidst a deafening scream, a stumbling figure stumbled through the dense crowd beside the road, tumbling and crawling towards Nangong Qin Yi's carriage. Most of the onlookers didn't react in time, but a few quick-witted people tried to grab the person, only to be dodged left and right, not even a sleeve touching them.
No way.
Watching the person's fleeing figure, Pang Yu's mouth twitched slightly.
This guy is none other than Ren Youxian, the village head of Lijia Village, who was crying out for justice against the carriage that day!
When Ren Youxian was still two zhang away from the carriage, he was finally stopped by a man in blue who rushed out from behind.
"Injustice! Injustice! Master Nangong, you must stand up for this humble person and give me justice!" he shouted, struggling desperately, but the man in blue held his hand down like an iron clamp, preventing him from moving.
The onlookers were all indignant, their eyes filled with anger.
Crying out for justice? What injustice? Master Nangong has traveled a long way back, enduring the hardships of the journey; he should be returning to the Green Jade Pavilion to recuperate. You bastard coming out to cause trouble is simply courting death!
Yes, courting death!!!
Pang Yu's eyes burned with rage, his fists clenched tightly, the veins on his arms bulging.
Ren Youxian, as the plaintiff, was clearly ordered by the Kaifeng Prefecture—yes, he told Wu Gongzheng not to detain him, lest it be seen as the Marquis of Anle being guilty—but he also instructed Wu to keep Ren Youxian in the prefectural office, with his men protecting him at all times, lest he escape and run off to file another complaint.
Wu Gongzheng was no fool; on the contrary, he was cunning and adept at officialdom. The Li Family Village case was now the talk of the town, with the Crown Prince's faction and the Prince's faction making a big fuss about it, and the Prince of Beihai and the Marquis of Anle locked in a fierce power struggle. Let alone a mere prefect of Kaifeng, who in the Censorate or the Court of Judicial Review would dare to intervene?
Wu Gongzheng was already of age and wouldn't choose to bet on either side—he would be resigning and retiring in his hometown in six months; even if he bet on the right side, what good would it do?
If Wu Gongzheng wanted to protect himself, to retire peacefully, and to die peacefully, he had to keep a close watch on Ren Youxian, preventing him from running around filing complaints and making things spiral out of control.
Given Kaifeng Prefecture's capabilities, it's impossible they couldn't even keep a living person under control.
The only explanation for this situation
is that Zhao Yunbi, relying on his power, forced Wu Gongzheng to release Ren Youxian, or used some other cunning means to get him out, instructing him to file another complaint on the road, and exploiting Nangong Qinyi's benevolence and unparalleled influence in the capital to make Pang Yu universally condemned and despised, delivering a fatal blow to him and the Crown Prince's faction!
That beast Zhao Yunbi, you're determined to make me die a horrible death!
After hearing Zou Xiyun's description and witnessing the jubilant crowd, Pang Yu was 100% convinced that Nangong Qinyi alone could influence public opinion in the capital. If she felt she had committed this despicable act, then without exception, the entire city would point the finger at Marquis Anle and the Crown Prince's faction.
No need for marches or demonstrations, no need to continue the charade. Just make Nangong Qinyi believe he's the culprit, and even if Grand Tutor Pang returns, he can't protect his son.
This isn't bluffing, it's not an exaggeration; don't forget, Nangong Qinyi has the Eighth Prince behind her!
"Complain? Complain about what? Under the rule of our Great Song, the world is at peace, the people are safe and sound, how can there be any injustice?" A loud voice boomed from the crowd—it was Ye Gucheng!
"That's right, what are you up to, stopping Nangong Qinyi halfway?" " Stop playing the victim
! Do you think Nangong Qinyi will pity you and take you back to the Green Jade Pavilion?"
After Ye Gucheng, many others joined in the clamor, all of them plainclothes Shence Camp soldiers.
The people were already dissatisfied with Ren Youxian's rash complaint, and Ye Gucheng and his group stirred things up, each one grumbling and cursing.
"Get out of the way! Don't disturb the elegant return of Master Nangong from his travels to the capital!"
"What a trivial matter! You dare to bother Master Nangong? Are you tired of living?"
"These are people from Li Family Village, right? And they're an outsider who married into the family. Where's their village chief? Drag him back and discipline him!"
Seeing this familiar scene,
Pang Yu suddenly shuddered .
Could it be...
his sister! Ye Gucheng and the others were sent by his sister! It must be!
Pang Yu suddenly realized.
His sister had figured out Zhao Yunbi's scheme and specifically ordered Ye Gucheng and his men to disguise themselves and blend into the crowd, just waiting for Ren Youxian to jump out and cry injustice so they could immediately incite the people to take him away!
Using their own methods against them, how clever!
Ye Gucheng gave a signal, and Lao Gao and Xia Dade rushed forward, grabbed Ren Youxian, and dragged him out.
"Don't pull me—Master Nangong, I'm innocent, I'm innocent! You must do me justice... Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh!"
Ren Youxian tried to shout, but the experienced Shence Battalion brothers wouldn't let him. Old Gao casually pulled out a rag wrapped in dog feces and stuffed it into his mouth.
The rag entered his mouth, the stench was unbearable, and it made his eyes roll back on the spot.
Just as the matter was about to be settled, a gentle and pure voice, seemingly untouched by worldly affairs, suddenly rang out from inside the carriage: "Wait! Let him speak his grievances. Let's see if Qin Yi can help in any way she can—Commander Ye, you and your brothers work so hard usually, it's rare for you to come out, you don't need to work so hard."

Chapter 73 What Crime?

Ye Gucheng was stunned.
The top expert of the Imperial Palace, the Emperor's personal bodyguard commander, stood there as if electrocuted, dumbfounded.
He had only said one sentence, just one sentence, and Master Nangong had recognized him through the carriage curtain!
"No...no, Lady Nangong, not Consort Pang..."
Old Gao stammered in his anxiety.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...it's the Emperor...uh!" He was struck on the back of the neck with a chop, let out a muffled groan, and passed out.
Xia Dade, a reckless fool, was so shocked to see his commander attack his own men that he blurted out, "Commander, what are you doing? Boss is just following orders to lead us..."
Ye Gucheng glared at him fiercely, silencing him completely.
"I've...I've disturbed everyone's enjoyment, Master Nangong. I will accept my punishment upon returning." Ye Gucheng bowed respectfully to the carriage from a distance, his attitude extremely humble, almost excessively respectful.
"Step back." The man in blue waved his hand, his tone cold.
Ye Gucheng showed no sign of disobeying, pulling Lao Gao, Xia Dade, and the others back into the crowd. "Holy crap
, is this for real? The Song Dynasty's top bodyguard, equivalent to today's head of the Central Security Bureau, Old Ye, was dismissed with a single word from Nangong Qinyi's servant?!"
Pang Yu was secretly astonished.
Not far from him, Zou Xiyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stared intently at Nangong Qinyi's carriage. Even through the thin veil, her beautiful lips could be seen moving slightly, as if she were preoccupied or murmuring something.
"Uncle Yun, let him come over."
From behind the carriage curtain, Nangong Qinyi's voice, sweeter and gentler than a nightingale's warbling, rang out again.
"Yes." The man in blue released the restraint on Ren Youxian and stepped aside with his hands behind his back.
"Master Nangong, I'm innocent—" Ren Youxian cried out, throwing himself in front of the carriage and wailing.
Even someone as shrewd as Pang Yu had to admire this guy's eloquence—to think that a commoner from a remote village, suddenly found himself in the magnificent and bustling capital, under the gaze of countless eyes, could even utter a word! But Ren Youxian, far from being nervous or stage-frightened, launched into a tearful and eloquent speech, describing his family's tragic fate and the perpetrator—the Marquis of Anle—as he was evil. His story was so moving it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it, even more so than a professional pyramid scheme! Pang
Yu's investigation in Lijia Village, combined with his questioning in Kaifeng Prefecture, had ruled out the possibility of Ren Youxian being instructed to make false accusations. Seeing his tearful and incredibly emotional outburst, which had drawn over two-thirds of the people lining the streets into a state of mourning within minutes… Pang Yu became increasingly suspicious that Ren Youxian had previously been a professional mourner—had you ever seen the young Zhang Sanfeng? In the Zhang Weijian version, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan, and Zhang Songxi did the same thing before joining Zhang Junbao!
"The bastard who stabbed me in the back and framed him was probably targeting this point."
Before Ren Youxian could finish his lament, tens of thousands of people gathered on both sides of the street had already begun to curse. As usual, the crowd was surging with anger and resentment, their anger directed directly at Marquis Anle.
The difference was that previously, whether it was Zhao Yunbi's persuasive speech when he escorted the prison cart into the city or the march at the Grand Tutor's mansion this morning, the number of people gathered was at most a few thousand, and the impact was more substantial. But this time, the streets welcoming Nangong Qinyi back to the city stretched from the city gate to the Green Jade Pavilion, with a total of no less than one hundred thousand people!
What does one hundred thousand mean?
The total population of Bianliang City at this time was only about one million. After deducting the garrisoned imperial guards and a considerable number of wealthy families and relatives of meritorious officials, only six or seven hundred thousand remained. Even if only two people from each of these one hundred thousand families were absent, today's events would be equivalent to igniting the anger of half the city's population.
Wasn't this exactly what Zhao Yunbi had painstakingly worked for? Nangong Qinyi's early return to the city was like a godsend for him!
"It's Anle Marquis again."
A long sigh came from inside the carriage, and the streets fell silent instantly.
"Yes, it's him!" Ren Youxian stood up and cursed to the sky.
"That damned Pang Yu killed my parents, stole my wife, and even took my three beautiful sisters!"
"You—bullshit—" A thunderous roar—no, a thunderous roar—suddenly rose up, resounding through the sky, shaking Ren Youxian so much that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
This shout was extremely loud and loud, mixed with fierce anger, and resounded in all directions. The surrounding people all had a ringing in their ears, and only a few people, such as the man in blue and Ye Gucheng, looked towards the source of the sound immediately.
A luxurious carriage was parked on a raised slope about seven or eight zhang away by the roadside. Although it was pulled by only three horses, its decorations and materials were in no way inferior to the one Nangong Qinyi rode in.
At the main entrance, a tall and imposing figure stood proudly, one foot on the carriage footrest and the other on the horse's back. Looking up, his already tall and elegant body seemed to reach for the stars. At this moment, he pointed his finger and shouted, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light beneath his striking eyebrows, exuding a fierce and awe-inspiring presence—truly handsome!
Closer to him stood a beautiful, veiled young woman, her slender figure and gentle, graceful demeanor making her naturally charming and captivating. Even a fairy descended from heaven could not compare.
All eyes on both sides of the street turned towards them, and those nearby, once they saw her, were reluctant to look away. The man was handsome and dashing, a true standout among men; the woman was graceful and otherworldly, her beauty beyond description even though her face was not visible. Everyone couldn't help but secretly marvel and praise her.
—Well, if it weren't for the handsome man's signature blue robe and hat, everyone would truly believe he was a young nobleman traveling with a beautiful woman.
"Pang...Pang Si!" Two familiar figures exclaimed from the opposite restaurant. Without even looking, they knew from their voices that it was Grandpa Gao and Grandpa Qian, who had immediately abandoned their elder brother and rushed over to reserve seats upon hearing of Nangong Qinyi's return to the city.
"A servant? Ah...a servant from the Grand Tutor's mansion!" Someone with sharp eyes recognized him immediately.
Pang Yu didn't hide it, waving his sleeves and perched high on the carriage, shouting sharply, "Yes, I am from the Grand Tutor's mansion, Pang Si, the newly recruited first-class servant under the Marquis of Anle!"
"Whoa—"
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Grand Tutor's Mansion? What are the servants of the Grand Tutor's Mansion doing here? Do they want to arrest us?"
"It must be! Marquis Anle is going to take revenge!"
"Whoever they catch will be locked up, whipped, beaten, and boiled in oil!"
This time, there were no accomplices; they were purely frightened by Pang Yu's fierce eyes. The surging crowd suddenly cooled by half, demonstrating the Marquis Anle's past notoriety.
As a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant, Fourth Brother always acted uprightly and didn't care about these slanders. He cleared his throat and addressed the opposite carriage: "That Nangong... Ah, Sister Qinyi, you don't just think my Marquis did the case in Li Family Village based on what this person said, do you?" He was as shameless as ever, daring to call out "Sister Qinyi" in the street.
"Who do you think you are, daring to address Grand Master Nangong like that!"
Sure enough, as soon as he finished asking, an angry rebuke rang out from the roadside.
Pang Yu, too lazy to waste words, simply glared at the direction the voice came from, and the surrounding area immediately fell silent.
The power of Fourth Brother's eyes was not to be underestimated!
"A mere one-sided account, without proof, no one would easily believe it," Nangong Qinyi's soft, melodious voice drifted through the thin curtain of the carriage window.
"I...I have evidence!" Ren Youxian cried out urgently.
"Evidence? What evidence?" Pang Yu scoffed coldly, pointing his finger at him, "Did you personally see the person claiming to be the Marquis of Anle? Or did you see me leading the charge?"
"No...no, but I heard those people say..."
"You know it's 'hearsay,' can you believe everything you hear?"
"No, but I..."
"But what? No buts! You only need to answer yes or no, yes or no!" Pang Yu was naturally eloquent, and having witnessed countless courtroom battles on television, convincing a naive villager who only knew how to whine was a piece of cake. "Let me ask you, on the day of the incident, how many things related to our Grand Tutor's Mansion did you see, such as... the 'Pang' banner of the Grand Tutor's Mansion?"
"No."
"The imperial carriage bestowed by the Grand Tutor's Mansion?"
"No, no." "
Weapons engraved with the words 'Grand Tutor's Mansion'?"
"Also... no."
"Did you personally see the thugs wearing Grand Tutor's Mansion uniforms?"
"No, no."
"Did you personally hear them call the leader, Marquis Anle?"
"No... no... they were calling him 'Master'..."
"Answer yes or no!!!"
"No, no, no...it's not..." Ren Youxian answered tremblingly, suddenly realizing he'd been tricked. He frantically grabbed his head and screamed, his voice like a wail, "It's your Grand Tutor's Mansion! It's your Grand Tutor's Mansion! The people from the Grand Tutor's Mansion, the Marquis of Anle's men...the people from the Grand Tutor's Mansion, stole my wife, killed my parents, and took my..."
"How dare you!!!" Pang Yu roared, his eyes wide, instantly silencing him.
"You say nothing when asked anything, you answer no to everything, yet you dare to spout nonsense and incite people here! You're simply courting death!"
Pang Yu's face was ashen, his gaze fixed on Ren Youxian like that of the King of Hell, sending chills down one's spine. His words, each one like thunder, shook Ren Youxian's insides, making him dizzy and disoriented.
"Ren Youxian! Do you know what crime it is to falsely accuse the Emperor's brother-in-law?"
"No...I don't know."
"What crime is it to frame the Imperial Marquis?"
"No...I do
n't know." "You have repeatedly accused my Marquis, which is tantamount to directly accusing the Grand Tutor of failing to educate his son and Consort Pang of failing to control her brother. What—crime—is—that!!!"

Chapter 74 The Man Who Indecently Plays with Beautiful Women

"What—crime—is!"
Pang Yu asked three times in succession, like thunder exploding, making Ren Youxian's head tremble violently and his ears ring.
"Tell me, what crime is that!" Pang Yu raised the whip used for driving the carriage and lashed it in the air. The "crack" sounded as if it had struck Ren Youxian's heart, making him pale, his legs go weak, and he trembled like a withered leaf in autumn.
"Speak! What crime have you committed!" Pang Yu asked again, his anger at Zhao Yunbi's repeated framing and betrayal finally erupting. His fierce eyes glared, his hair and beard bristled, the burning rage in his eyes seeming to burn him to ashes.
"Thump!" Ren Youxian collapsed to the ground, frantically clutching the legs of Nangong Qinyi's carriage—no, the horse's legs—his head pounding against the ground like a pestle being crushed.
"Master Nangong, you must avenge me—the murderer is Marquis Anle, it's Marquis Anle's man, it's him, it's him!" He cried out in anguish as he pounded his head, drawing blood in just a few blows. His forehead was a bright red patch, yet he didn't notice it. Blood streamed down his nose, mingling with sweat, tears, and saliva, creating a strange, pitiful crimson that moved the onlookers to tears.
Pang Yu glanced at him coldly, his anger only intensifying.
He was furious, truly furious.
He suspected Ren Youxian had lost his mind; how could he be so oblivious, still shouting and trying to gain sympathy at a time like this?
Didn't he realize he was already embroiled in a power struggle between two factions of纨绔 (wan ku, spoiled brats) elites, and that no matter which side won, the outcome was certain death?
On one side was the Crown Prince's faction, led by Marquis Anle and backed by Grand Tutor Pang; on the other was the Prince's faction, led by Zhao Yunbi and comprised of Zhao's descendants. Either side could easily wipe him out.
What was Ren Youxian persisting in?
Seeking justice?
Humph, justice? What is justice?
There is no justice in this world! Any justice is merely a tool and a bargaining chip manipulated in power struggles!
The justice he sought was always a byproduct of one faction successfully suppressing the other.
Like this time, whoever gave him his so-called "justice" would inevitably face either Zhao Yunbi's successful scheme or a successful counterattack from the Crown Prince's faction!
And then what?
If the Crown Prince's faction won, would the enraged Zhao Yunbi let him go?
The Prince's faction won. Would Grand Tutor Pang not want this wretched woman who harmed his son to die?
If Ren Youxian had any sense, he would know that by standing up and saying one more word in front of everyone, he would be one step closer to death. His actions at this moment, seemingly seeking justice for his family,
are actually digging his own grave! Digging his own grave diligently!!!
As a well-rounded transmigrated youth, Pang Yu has always sympathized with Ren Youxian's tragic fate. He doesn't possess the arrogance of the former Marquis of Anle, who treated human life like dirt.
Of course, he also doesn't hypocritically flaunt his great benevolence and righteousness
—such "noble" things are something he has never had.
His dictionary begins with only eight words: "
Every man for himself, or the world will destroy him!"
Now that the Li Family Village massacre has reached Nangong Qinyi, and the 100,000 people of the capital have all witnessed it, if Nangong Qinyi, after hearing Ren Youxian's account, concludes that he committed the crime, then all explanations, defenses, and all the efforts made so far to prove her innocence will be superfluous!
The almost fanatical admiration, adoration, love, and worship for Nangong Qinyi could easily burn away all reason in the room. Zhao Yunbi and the Crown Prince's faction didn't need to do anything more, didn't need to fan the flames; these people and their families and friends would automatically push him to the forefront of public condemnation!
Don't think that Nangong Qinyi, being a woman, doesn't have such influence.
She is the goddess worshipped in the dreams of everyone in Bianliang City, regardless of rank or status!
Pang Yu cleared his throat, preparing to continue asking questions.
—If the real murderer can't be found, then the only option is to make the plaintiff collapse, go crazy, and be unable to sue him. This is a last resort, and the only feasible solution right now!
Because Zhao Yunbi forced him to resolve the matter here, immediately, right now!
"Ren Youxian, I'll ask you one more time." Just as he was about to launch the second round of mental bombardment, Nangong Qinyi, who had been listening quietly in the carriage, suddenly spoke.
"Is this Pang Si? Could you please stop for a moment and listen to what he has to say?"
"I think everyone wants to know why this person is so adamant that your master, Marquis Anle, committed the murder?" The gentle words drifted out, seemingly half-coercing Pang Yu by drawing the crowd in, yet possessing a soothing quality like a gentle stream flowing through one's heart, making it impossible to interrupt.
Pang Yu was not the kind of weakling whose voice could melt one's bones before even seeing them. As a rational person driven by both "sex" and "emotion," he could distinguish right from wrong, knowing when to interrupt and when to remain silent. What
Nangong Qinyi wanted to ask, he had already asked Ouyang Xiu that day in Kaifeng Prefecture.
Ren Youxian insisted that he had ordered his men to commit the crime, citing the following reasons: First, the man directing the killing and looting outside his house that day was a tall, fat man in fine clothes—among all the纨绔子弟 (spoiled young masters), second-generation officials, and rich kids in the capital, only the Marquis of Anle possessed both of these characteristics. Second, the group repeatedly mentioned the Third Master and Fourth Master in their conversation, and even said they had stolen his wife and sister and were going to send them as tribute, which matched the well-known纨绔子弟 of the Marquis of Anle, Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai. Furthermore, when they left, this group was extremely arrogant, boasting that even if he went to the Kaifeng Prefecture, or even the Dali Temple, no one would give him justice.
In fact, the second and third reasons were quite ambiguous, but when combined with the first point, which was also the most obvious characteristic, it undoubtedly referred to Pang Yu!
Framing someone is no easy task, and framing another is certainly difficult. The first point seems like solid evidence, but it actually has the biggest flaws—if Marquis Anle himself were to stand up and mingle among several equally tall, fat men for Ren Youxian to identify, he would be innocent if he couldn't be recognized.
The problem is, he has undergone a complete transformation in the past month. The once infamous fat young master has now become a tall, handsome, and dashing young man. Even if he were to risk exposing his identity and facing the near certainty of his ruthless father's severe punishment upon his return, how could Ren Youxian possibly identify him?
No, there's no need for him to identify him at all. If he were to simply say that he is Marquis Anle, Zhao Yunbi would be the first to jump out and say that he "lost weight" to cover up his crimes!
Therefore, he has no way to refute the above three points.
Therefore, he cannot let Nangong Qinyi continue questioning him.
"Uh, my reputation has always been terrible. Nangong Qinyi definitely has a prejudice against me. Like everyone else, she probably just took Ren Youxian's ambiguous reasons and immediately accused me of it!
" "Accused? Just taking it for granted." Pang Yu's lips curled into a sneer. "Yes, my lord has done many immoral things in the past, but we can't assume he's irredeemable just because of that. We can't just throw all sorts of dirt on him. Otherwise, what would be the point of Kaifeng Prefecture or Dali Temple? If a case happens in the capital, we can just grab someone who has committed a crime before and pin the blame on him. It's convenient, quick, and saves time and effort."
"But if we don't find out more..." Nangong Qinyi sighed, "how can we know who the murderer is based on this limited description?"
"Whoever committed the bloodshed will be hunted down by the Kaifeng Prefecture. There's no need for... uh, no need for you, Sister Qin Yi." Pang Yu's voice was very loud. He called her "Sister Qin Yi" as intimately as possible. The surrounding commoners and playboys glared at him, but he acted as if he didn't see them. Instead of restraining himself, he looked smug. So
what if I called her that! So what if I fantasize about her! Now it's just fantasizing, but one day I'll have sex with her!
"I'm afraid that since it involves the Marquis of Anle, the Kaifeng Prefecture won't dare to investigate."
"Oh dear, Sister Qinyi, you're not saying that!" Pang Yu feigned surprise, deliberately changing the subject. "Lord Wu Gongzheng is the Prefect of Kaifeng, personally appointed by the Emperor. He's always been fair, honest, and incorruptible, widely loved by the people. There's a saying, 'If you can't get through the connections, there's always Lord Wu, the King of Hell,' (a later praise of Bao Zheng, which Fourth Brother is applying to Wu Gongzheng). It means: if you don't have money to bribe officials, don't worry, there's always Lord Wu to protect you. Sister Qinyi, you're saying the Kaifeng Prefecture doesn't dare to investigate? Isn't that openly belittling the people's image of Lord Wu, who is known for his unwavering enforcement of the law and incorruptibility? But that's not all." "Kaifeng is the capital of our dynasty, bearing the heavy responsibility of national stability and the well-being of the people. The Prefect's power and responsibility are as heavy as Mount Tai. His Majesty examined all officials and, after much deliberation, decided to entrust this important task to Lord Wu. Sister Qin Yi, yet you say Lord Wu dares not investigate cases? Isn't this questioning His Majesty's wise decision? It's one thing if Lord Wu dares not investigate, but this matter involves Grand Tutor Pang. What if some common people, unaware of the situation, hear your words and think that Grand Tutor Pang is pressuring Kaifeng Prefecture…"
Zou Xiyun stood silently to the side, her beautiful, complex eyes shifting from Nangong Qin Yi to the stinking servant beside her, perched high on the carriage, shaking his head and talking incessantly.
What… what did he do before joining the Pang family? How can he be so talkative and so prone to exaggeration?!
Zou Xiyun's eyes were somewhat dazed, unsure whether she was angry at his shamelessness, resentful of his repeated flirting, or something else entirely. She was completely unaware that a naked gaze was secretly sweeping over her curvaceous figure from the crowd—the gaze of a man looking at a woman, lewd, lustful, and dangerous, a wicked smile on his handsome, otherworldly face no less captivating than Pang Yu's.
"So, Sister Qinyi, do you really want to get to the bottom of this?"
Pang Yu spoke for a full five minutes straight, using his exceptional eloquence to drag in a whole host of people—the Emperor, Grand Tutor Pang, the Eighth Prince, Bao Zheng—making it seem as if asking further questions would be an act of utter disrespect, a demotion of all the important figures in the capital.
And he did it all in one breath, without even pausing, so no one had a chance to interrupt.
As expected, the carriage was quiet. Nangong Qinyi stopped asking questions. There was nothing she could do; Pang Yu was too wicked and cunning, having dug a deep pit for her to fall into—even her own father, the Eighth Prince, had been dragged into this by Pang Yu's silver tongue. Nangong Qinyi couldn't possibly continue questioning him.
The vast street fell silent for a moment. The wise, powerful, and handsome Fourth Brother, with his sharp tongue, had single-handedly defeated 100,000 men.
Thinking everything was settled, the remaining task was to drive Ren Youxian mad—Fourth Brother was a good man, a very good man; this was purely to spare his life.
Suddenly, a long cry rang out from the crowd.
"If it's inconvenient for Lady Nangong—then I will ask!"
"For the sake of the people of the capital, for the sake of morality and justice, even if it means defying the world, I must get to the bottom of
this." The voice wasn't loud, but it was righteous and awe-inspiring. It was none other than the same wicked man who had just stared at Zou Xiyun, his eyes filled with the desecration and amusement of her as if she were something to be possessed.
Prince Zhao Yunbi of Beihai!

Chapter 75: Fourth Brother's Counterattack.

Sorry for the long wait, I've added 1000 words half an hour late, but I won't disappoint you.
"You want to ask?"
Pang Yu turned around like a whirlwind, his dark eyes icy cold.
"Of course I want to ask." Zhao Yunbi smiled faintly.
"Really want to ask?" Pang Yu also smiled, noticing that Zou Xiyun's gaze was fixed on him, her delicate brows furrowed with a hint of worry. He couldn't help but smile more wantonly and frivolously, giving her a fierce look at her full breasts.
Zou Xiyun was naturally annoyed by his lewd and vulgar gaze. Her bright, watery eyes glared back, which Zhao Yunbi saw as nothing more than a servant flirting unabashedly with this beautiful woman in black, whose beauty rivaled that of Nangong Qinyi.
"Heh, heh heh," Zhao Yunbi laughed in fury. As expected of the leading figure of the Prince's faction, he never easily revealed his emotions. However, Pang Yu's sharp eyes swept across his face, and he still discerned the anger, danger, and extreme bloodlust hidden in his smile.
"Don't be so quick to laugh, Zhao, you'll be crying soon enough!" This fellow had repeatedly caused trouble, plotted against, and stabbed him in the back. Pang Yu, adhering to the principle of magnanimity, had tolerated it time and again. This time, he finally couldn't bear it any longer. He leaped off his horse, whip in hand, and charged towards Zhao Yunbi.
As the head of the Crown Prince's faction and the current number one villain, Zhao Yunbi was clearly not in the same league as Zhao Shiqing, who had just been dealt with by Pang Yu a quarter of an hour earlier. The latter would probably wet his pants in fear after being yelled at by Pang Yu, while Zhao Yunbi maintained a gentle and refined smile: "Whether you ask or not, I know that the murderer of the Li Family Village massacre is your master, Pang Yu. But since you are sophistry and refuse to admit it, then please listen to the reasons why the aggrieved party identifies the Marquis of Anle, and see if even the intelligent and kind-hearted Lady Nangong thinks so."
"I'm afraid you'll cry when you find out." Pang Yu looked down at Zhao Yunbi, his sharp eyes fixed on him.
"Hahahaha—" Zhao Yunbi laughed loudly, "You, a mere servant, dare to threaten me? Don't you know that I petitioned the Emperor to sentence the Marquis of Anle? This is acting in accordance with Heaven's will and the people's wishes, and everyone praises me. Even if Grand Tutor Pang and Consort Pang themselves were here, you wouldn't expect me to back down an inch."
Pretentious!
Pang Yu wanted to give him two words, and also stomp on his face a couple of times.
Pretentious! Pretentious enough! Pretentiousness with ability is awesome, pretentiousness without ability is stupid. Today, I'll crush you into the second type!!!
"Fellow villagers, brothers and sisters," Zhao Yunbi raised his voice, bowing deeply to the surrounding crowd, and the noisy streets immediately fell silent. "As everyone knows, my grudge against Marquis Anle, Pang Yu, is long-standing. If I were to simply assert that the massacre at Li Family Village was committed by Marquis Anle, no one in the capital would believe me. Fortunately, Lady Nangong is here today. Why not invite her to hear the cause and effect, and see if I am framing Marquis Anle because of an old grudge, or if Marquis Anle truly committed such an outrageous and cruel act—what do you all think?"
The crowd roared in agreement; involving Nangong Qinyi was sure to garner unanimous support.
At this moment, Pang Yu could still smile, while Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai upstairs had long since turned pale. He remained completely relaxed.
"Your Highness can ask on behalf of Lady Nangong, of course, but before you ask, I would also like to ask a few questions."
"Who do you want to ask?"
"Naturally, it's him." Pang Yu pointed at Ren Youxian, his naturally fierce eyes glaring at him, making Ren tremble with fear.
Before Zhao Yunbi could speak, Pang Yu interjected, "Your Highness, you wouldn't have any reservations, afraid I might accidentally ask something I shouldn't, would you?" Reprinted from...
After being teased like this, what could Zhao Yunbi say? He snorted, "Go ahead and ask, but don't try anything under my nose..."
Before he could even finish the word "trick," Pang Yu had already left him behind and walked towards Ren Youxian—no, towards Nangong Qinyi's carriage, reaching out to pull the curtain.
"What are you doing!" The man in blue blocked his way, preventing Pang Yu from getting past.
"Hehe, nothing, nothing, just a slip of the hand, a slip of the hand." Pang Yu pushed twice, using all his strength, but the man in blue wouldn't budge. Helpless, he had to abandon his idea of lifting the curtain to catch a glimpse of Nangong Qinyi's face, and obediently turned to face Ren Youxian, who embodied a deadpan expression, lifeless eyes, and an unlucky look.
"Weren't you in Kaifeng Prefecture? Who let you out?" he asked casually.
"It was Zhao... I... myself." Ren Youxian stammered, his body trembling as he nearly let slip the truth.
"You're talking nonsense!" Pang Yu roared.
Ren Youxian, who had just stood up, knelt down again with a thud.
"Lord Wu has been an official for many years and is well-versed in the ways of handling cases. The Li Family Village massacre involves great importance, and you, as the victim and the only witness in this case, how could we not send people to protect you strictly and let you wander around freely? Hmph, what if you were stabbed to death on the street? How could the case continue? Who would be held responsible?"
"I... I..." Ren Youxian suddenly became speechless. It seemed that there was indeed an inside story behind his ability to sneak out of Kaifeng Prefecture, and it was definitely related to Zhao Yunbi.
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'I don't know'? Someone deliberately pulled strings or used other means to help you escape the protection of Kaifeng Prefecture, and instigated you to file a complaint with Sister Qin Yi—heh, that's what you think, isn't it? You're wrong, actually." Pang Yu shook his head and sighed, his voice unusually loud, making even Zhao Yunbi, whose expression had slightly changed, a little confused. "Ren Youxian, Ren Youxian, I really admire you, really. Did your ancestors burn incense or did you have incredible luck to survive here unscathed? Do you know that the most difficult case in the world is a headless case? If your head were cut off on the street, you wouldn't need anyone..." "If you go and complain about someone else, everyone will think that my lord killed you in a fit of rage to silence you. That would only solidify his guilt, leaving him no chance to defend himself. As for who is so shameless and stupid as to do such a despicable thing, you can imagine..."
By the time Zhao Yunbi realized that Pang Yu had turned the tables and "framed" him, he had already said all that. Ren Youxian was already timid, and Pang Yu's bluff had scared him so much that he lost his soul. He turned around and rushed to Zhao Yunbi, crying and wailing, "Your Highness, I have not offended you! I just wanted to file a complaint and seek justice for my family. I did not know that you had a grudge against the Marquis of Anle..."
"Enough!" Zhao Yunbi's face turned ashen, and he swept his sleeves and shouted.
"Enough!" Pang Yu mimicked him, his voice sharp and sarcastic. "You ignorant country bumpkin, you're courting death! The prince only used your family's case to his advantage because he thinks highly of you. Now that you've revealed everything, how can he use this as an excuse to frame others, how can he harm loyal officials? The whole plan has been ruined by you..."
"Enough."
"Enough what? I haven't finished yet! The prince... um!?" Pang Yu was startled, realizing the voice came from inside the carriage. It was Nangong Qinyi who interrupted him.
"Regardless of the prince's purpose in bringing the victim here, we must clarify the details of his accusation against the Marquis of Anle. Come, tell me. Even if it was truly the Marquis of Anle, Qinyi will do her best to give you justice."
"Thank you, Master Nangong! Thank you, Master Nangong!"
Ren Youxian was overjoyed, kowtowing repeatedly.
Pang Yu was furious and embarrassed.
What did that mean? Zhao Yunbi was rendered speechless by my few words. "What are you, a woman, doing interjecting? Who did it is none of your business, Nangong Qinyi!
" "No need to thank me, just tell me."
"Yes, yes, among the dozen or so people who raided and killed my house that day, the leader was a big fat man over six feet tall..."
Just that one sentence, and the thousands of people nearby who had overheard Ren Youxian's words all turned to Pang Yu in a flash.
Damn it, my fat pig image is really deeply ingrained in everyone's minds!
Pang Yu was both amused and exasperated. Although he knew that once Ren Youxian finished speaking, he would most likely be completely pushed into the trap Zhao Yunbi had dug, interrupting him, hindering him, or preventing him from speaking—well, that would be jumping into the trap himself!
"...The evidence is irrefutable! If it wasn't Marquis Anle who led the killing of my parents, the abduction of my wife and sister, and the seizure of my land, then who else could it be!" Ren Youxian didn't cry this time. He gesticulated wildly, his expression agitated, as if he wanted to pounce on Pang Yu and tear him apart to avenge his family. However, he immediately deflated after a glance from the latter.
Gone were the previous uproars and commotions, the righteous indignation and surging emotions. The vast Changxingfang street fell silent. Everyone was waiting for Nangong Qinyi to speak, waiting for their goddess to make a judgment on this horrifying case (it involved the Crown Prince's faction and the Prince's faction, how could it not be horrifying?). The
treacherous plot was about to succeed. Zhao Yunbi maintained his gentle smile, but a barely perceptible coldness flashed in his eyes—the time was right, there was no need for him to incite anything further. As long as Nangong Qinyi nodded, the capital... would be a place where the Crown Prince's faction would have no place!
“The victim has made it very clear that ‘that person’ really looks like Marquis Anle.” Nangong Qinyi’s voice came through the car door. Despite his strong mental fortitude, Pang Yu’s heart was still in his throat.
Damn it, if she added, "So, I think it was Marquis Anle who did it," I'd really be imprisoned by Zhao Yunbi.
Suddenly, her tone changed.
"But the more it seems like it, the more I feel... it wasn't him."
"What!?" Not only was Zhao Yunbi shocked, but even Pang Yu exclaimed.
"I think this matter might not be—" Her tone changed again, becoming unexpectedly certain, "No, this matter definitely wasn't done by Marquis Anle."
"Nangong Qin Yi, you..." Zhao Yunbi was stunned.
"Your Highness, Qin Yi is just stating her thoughts on the matter, you don't need to be angry."
"Why not Pang Yu? Doesn't all the evidence point to him!"
"Does Your Highness really want me to say it?" Nangong Qin Yi sighed softly.
"Hmph, I won't give up until I get to the bottom of this." Zhao Yunbi rushed to the carriage.
Of course, he was blocked by the man in blue.
"Uncle Yun, come here and pass on a message to the Prince."
"Yes." The man in blue responded, turned around and approached the carriage door. In less than ten seconds, he turned back and whispered something to Zhao Yunbi.
Zhao Yunbi's indignant expression suddenly froze, and his face turned pale for a moment.
Pang Yu strained his ears twice but couldn't quite catch what was said. However, just by looking at Zhao Yunbi's current expression, he knew that Nangong Qinyi's "reason" must have caught him off guard.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Qinyi was actually on his side!
Pang Yu was a little surprised—well, probably because she was captivated by his magnetic and dynamic voice through the carriage window, and her previous prejudices were instantly forgotten.
"Qin Yi is merely expressing her thoughts, Your Highness, please do not be offended." Nangong Qin Yi's voice rang out again, seemingly distant yet intimately close, possessing an ethereal quality. "Who exactly committed this crime still requires a thorough investigation by the Kaifeng Prefecture. I believe Lord Wu will certainly deliver justice to the aggrieved party."
"Hahaha, Master Nangong, you jest. How could I possibly be angry?" Zhao Yunbi instantly regained his usual gentle and refined demeanor, his quick change of expression even impressing Pang Yu. His subsequent words were equally impeccable. "The case at Li Family Village is complex. I believe that even if Lord Bao Zheng were to personally investigate, without conclusive evidence, the culprit could not be identified in a short time. It seems we must still petition the Emperor for a judgment."
What a scoundrel! Using the Emperor to intimidate whom? Pang Yu was about to curse when he suddenly saw Zhao Yunbi's attendant rushing over, looking flustered, and whispering something to him. Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunbi raised his head and glared at him, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "How dare you! You actually assaulted the Prince of Kuaiji in the street!" His words couldn't hide his anger.
"Zhao Shiqing, right? Oh yeah, it was me who did it, so what? Who told him to be such a jerk and run over my woman with his car?" Pang Yu patted his chest arrogantly, his face beaming with pride at ridding the people of a scourge.
"Fine, you wait and see. If anything happens to my third brother, I'll make you pay!" Zhao Shiqing was probably seriously injured, and Zhao Yunbi didn't even care about Nangong Qinyi anymore. He threw down a harsh threat and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Pang Yu called after him.
"You're just going to leave like that?"
"What do you want to do?" Zhao Yunbi turned around, his eyes fixed on him. The entire scheme to frame him had failed, and his brother had been assaulted in the street. The fact that he hadn't reacted on the spot after both incidents showed he had some composure.
"Your Highness, for your own personal grudge, indulged your subordinates in colluding with the plaintiff, making the Li Family Village case a city-wide scandal. Now
you think you can just walk away like that? Not so easy." Pang Yu smiled sinisterly, walking towards Zhao Yunbi, tapping his whip in his right hand and playing with it in his left palm. "So what? What can a mere servant like you do to me?" Zhao Yunbi showed no fear.
"Ren Youxian, a commoner, can repeatedly sue my Marquis under Your Highness's orders. Pang Si is at least a first-class servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion; can't he sue Your Highness?"
"Sue me? Hahaha—" Zhao Yunbi laughed loudly, his bloodshot eyes revealing arrogance.
"What can you sue me for?"
"Sue Your Highness for eight major crimes."
"What!?" Zhao Yunbi was stunned, wondering if he had misheard.
"First, overstepping his bounds, abusing his power to release the plaintiff privately and obstructing the Kaifeng Prefecture's handling of the case."
"Second, deception, instructing his subordinates to spread rumors and mislead the people of the capital.
" "Third, arbitrariness..."
"Fourth, arrogance..."
"Fifth,
abuse of power..." "Sixth, pride... " "Seventh
, treason..."
"Eighth, treason, the Prince has repeatedly stated that the Kaifeng Prefecture dares not handle this case, clearly indicating that the Kaifeng Prefect Wu Gongzheng is cowardly and incompetent in judging cases, implying that the Emperor is incompetent and makes poor personnel choices, entrusting the important task of maintaining stability in the capital to a corrupt, greedy, and incompetent official. This single act of slandering the Emperor is a crime deserving of death!"

Chapter Seventy-Six: Using their own methods against them

"Brilliant, truly brilliant, brilliant!"
"Pang Si, you're really something! Your elder brother promoted you to first-class soldier, he didn't choose the wrong person!"
A burst of praise erupted from the private room on the top floor of the Imperial Incense Burner, a place where the Crown Prince's faction regularly entertained and indulged in pleasure.
Six lecherous men—two old men, three servants, and a handsome young man—were staggering and swaying from side to side, drunk.
"Pang Si, you did well, very well indeed!" Qian Shicai, having downed two whole jars of liquor, was shaking unsteadily, even talking in the street. "Excellent, especially those eight...eight major crimes! Even though Zhao Yunbi could hold back, he still left with a dark face. So satisfying, so damn satisfying! Young Master admires you. Here, take this, it's a reward. Young Master may not have much else, but he has, has, has... money!"
"Oh dear, Master Qian, you're too kind. As a servant of the Pang family, Pang Si wears the Pang family's clothes and receives the Pang family's monthly salary. Protecting our master is our duty. Going through fire and water is our duty. How can we let you spend money like this? No, no, no!" Pang Yu kept saying "no, no," but he was collecting money with astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, Qian Shicai's large wad of banknotes was all in his sleeve pocket.
"Pang Si, do a good job. If you do well, we brothers will treat you well. Our elder brother said a long time ago that we should be flexible in our use of people. Sometimes, asking the local thugs about pretty girls is more effective than asking the proper officials... cough cough, anyway, it's not right for us big shots to put on airs. We should be approachable and know how to win people's hearts! Look, you've done a good job today, so we're putting you in the host's seat, and the two of us brothers are joining you. Would you get this opportunity anywhere else? Come on, eat and drink to your heart's content! This is a reward for you, don't be shy. Our elder brother is right, only by giving enough incentives can you make your subordinates work hard for you." Gao Ya was probably drunk too, and he was spouting nonsense. But to Pang Yu, several of his points were quite reasonable. It seems that the former Marquis of Anle had some sense—well, that makes sense, how could he have fought against that cunning and treacherous Zhao Yunbi until now without any sense?
"Zhao Yunbi really messed up this time. He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. Grandma Nangong actually stood on our side, hahaha, hahaha!" Qian Shicai chuckled, his laughter smug.
"Hey, you were closest to Grandma Nangong at the time, did you hear what she said to Zhao Yunbi? That bastard looked like he'd lost his father, his face turned pale."
Pang Yu was still wondering about this. Zhao Yunbi, such a powerful rogue, was so intimidated by Nangong Qinyi's words that he didn't dare utter a sound, forced to invoke the emperor to bolster his position… Hehehe, it seems I need to find some time to go to Luqixuan and ask her. Maybe her words are the key to countering Zhao Yunbi.
Oh, and by the way, I should also "repay" her for turning against us.
Pang Si has no way to repay this kindness and favor, except... alas, except to repay it with his body, hahaha!
"Pang Si, what do you think we should do next?" Qian Shicai interrupted his beautiful fantasy.
"Sue him, what else can we do?"
"Sue... really sue him!?" Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai exclaimed in unison.
"I think we should be celebrating that our brother escaped this time. Zhao Yunbi's threats are nothing, it's not worth taking him seriously... Without our brother, how can we possibly defeat him on our own?"
"Yes, Lao Si is right." Gao Yanei agreed while munching on a bear paw, "Let's put aside the revenge against Zhao Yunbi for now, let's wait until our brother recovers."
Pathetic! Pang Yu wanted to curse him out. The
sky falls just because he's gone? A Grand Commandant's son, a rich young master who only has money left, can't even do something as underhanded as stabbing someone in the back?
"Master Gao, Master Qian, have you thought about this?" he said in a low voice, barely suppressing his anger.
"Our master is a ruthless and cunning man, always ready to crush anyone he encounters. When has he ever been so humiliated, only managing to escape Zhao Yunbi's trap by relying on a woman's words? The Crown Prince's reputation has been truly tarnished! If we do nothing and just wait, won't we become a laughingstock, seen as useless and good for nothing but eating, drinking,
gambling, and whoring?" "Bullshit!" Qian Shicai, easily provoked, slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Who said that? I'll have my father arrest him and bring him to the Palace Guard's Mansion for a severe beating!"
Pang Yu ignored this idiotic outburst and began to incite the crowd in a low voice: "Today's events have been witnessed by countless people throughout the city. If we don't want the Marquis to be gossiped about and called a coward, and the Crown Prince's party to be privately referred to as 'a bunch of useless trash, scum, and cannon fodder without the Marquis of Anle,' we must retaliate! Zhao Yunbi has already stepped on our face; if we don't teach him a lesson, we'll be laughed out of our wits!"
"So we'll just follow his example and file a complaint against him?"
"Yes, whether to sue or not is a matter of attitude, how to sue is a matter of technique." Pang Yu stared at the wine rippling in his glass, his smile a little eerie. "As long as you do as I say, I'm 100% confident..." "
No way! No way!" Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai shook their heads together, their faces showing anger, but their anger was tinged with helplessness, and their helplessness with difficulty.
"Why not?"
"Although Zhao Yunbi is only a prince, his father, Prince Zhen, Zhao Yuanwo, is rumored to be the posthumous son of Emperor Taizu and adopted by Emperor Taizong. He wields considerable influence within both the Taizu and Taizong imperial families." Gao Ya, who had been drunk, suddenly became serious. "Zhao Yunbi was studious from a young age, loved reading and was skilled in literature. At the age of eight, he was summoned to the palace for a banquet, where he sat at the same table as the current emperor—who was still a prince at the time... In short, let me tell you, unless my elder brother personally intervenes, not only will you, a mere servant, be unable to influence him, but even my fourth brother and I can't do anything about it."
"Is that so?" Pang Yu chuckled, touching his nose. "I think even if the Marquis personally submits a memorial, it won't be of much use. Otherwise, we wouldn't have had to fight with the Prince's faction to this day."
"Knowing that, you still..."
"Who is more powerful, the Marquis or Zhao Yunbi?" Pang Yu suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Who has a stronger backer, the Marquis or Zhao Yunbi? Who's harder to mess with?"
"Of course, it's our eldest brother!" Gao Yanei blurted out, his voice booming. "In our entire Song Dynasty, there's nothing our eldest brother can't do, and no one dares to interfere! Who told him to have Grand Tutor Pang and the Imperial Concubine behind him..."
Pang Yu interrupted again: "Then why did Zhao Yunbi's publicity and hype in the Li Family Village case almost ruin the Marquis's reputation?"
"This..." Gao Yanei's mouth dropped open, speechless.
"This, this was purely an accident, who could have imagined..."
He was still stammering when Qian Shicai suddenly woke up.
"Pang Si, you mean—this matter that makes our eldest brother the target of everyone's criticism, conversely... can also ruin Zhao Yunbi?" Look, look, when the young master explodes, he even uses idioms.
"Yes, Master Qian is truly clever." Pang Yu clapped his hands and laughed, casually flattering him. "The Li Family Village case has been hyped up by Zhao Yunbi so much that everyone knows about it. Public sentiment is high, and everyone is condemning him. Even the Marquis is almost overwhelmed... Think about it, think carefully. What if we turn the tables and prove that Zhao Yunbi was the one who did it all? What kind of situation would that be? Not only would he have committed the murder, but he would also have to frame the Marquis of Anle. If this matter is exposed, can Zhao Yunbi's two fathers protect him?"
Qian Shicai suddenly realized, while Gao Yane scratched his head, still puzzled, and asked hesitantly, "Pang Si, didn't you say that Ouyang Xiu analyzed it and concluded that Zhao Yunbi definitely didn't do the Li Family Village incident? You didn't believe it at first, but last night you went to Zhao Yunbi's den alone to investigate, and in the end, you found nothing..."
"So what if he didn't?" Pang Yu sneered, a wicked and arrogant smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "If I want to, it's Zhao Yunbi who did it!"

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