[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 17

Chapter 120 Ecstasy in the Carriage

"You bad boy, you're hurting me, ahhhhhh—" A seductive moan escaped from inside the carriage.
"Oh dear, it's my first time, of course it hurts." Pang Yu breathed heavily.
"You're bullying me, bullying me, you're so bad, so bad, so bad—" Her sweet voice and hot breath were enough to steal a man's soul.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're the one who tricked me!" Pang Yu angrily threw down the paintbrush dipped in black ink.
Hua Xiangrong gave him a charming glare and scolded, "You clueless man, you can't even draw your eyebrows properly."
"Damn it, who draws eyebrows in a carriage!" Pang Yu retorted, grabbing her wrist. "If I hadn't promised to do you a favor that day, I wouldn't have done it." Honestly, his fourth brother's first time drawing eyebrows had been tricked by this vixen; it was meant for Xiu Xiang! Ah, a man's promises are truly deadly.
Hua Xiangrong giggled, leaning closer to his fragrant, delicate cheek. "Hey, to be honest, is this really your first time? You've never painted for anyone before?"
The two were now very close, her soft body pressed tightly against Pang Yu's chest, deliberately rubbing against him slowly. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, smooth and tender like cream, and even her breath was hot as she spoke.
"So what if I am?" Pang Yu replied irritably, his gaze shifting slightly, just enough to see everything through the opening of her red dress.
Underneath, she wore a black silk bodice. Unlike the usual style where the bodice was cut into a diamond shape and the top was trimmed to create a long, narrow pentagon, this one had been cut in half lengthwise, forming a long trapezoidal shape that was wider at the bottom and narrower at the top. The former, with its pre-cut upper half forming four corners, each tied with a ribbon and fastened behind the neck, was worn by the latter. The latter, lacking a lower half, flattened the chest, perfectly embracing a pair of heavy, full breasts. Symmetrical patterns in gold and blue were embroidered on it, with a delicate, palm-sized embroidered butterfly on each breast, swaying with the waves. Lifelike.
The purpose of a bellyband is to bind the breasts and prevent movement, but this one actually accentuated her two large, full breasts, making them appear even more shapely and alluring. As Hua Xiangrong spoke, her soft, bouncy breasts rose and fell, the two embroidered butterflies on her nipples bobbing up and down frequently. Overflowing and rounded, they were incredibly tempting.
Pang Yu felt a little dizzy.
Damn. A vixen is a vixen! Not only does she exude a wildly alluring charm, but every gesture is incredibly seductive. She's clearly seducing me! If it weren't for my self-control... my fingers accidentally brushed against her lower abdomen. I immediately felt the thin silk. Through it, I could even taste the smoothness of her skin. In my ecstasy, I couldn't help but hug her tighter.
Hua Xiangrong let out a breath that was both ecstatic and soul-stirring: "Ah. Gently... be gentle... you bad boy, you bastard... you're going to tear me apart----"
You vixen. She was moaning so lewdly. It was simply killing me!
Pang Yu smelled the warm fragrance of the flower demon. His nose almost touched her smooth and crystal-clear jade face. Then, as her warm and full lower abdomen and taut and smooth thighs rubbed against his body, his crotch became painfully hard.
"It really is your first time. Hehehehe. I'm sorry, sister. I beat you to it." Hua Xiangrong's watery almond eyes were both charming and alluring, full of charm. Whether it was intentional or coincidental, the opening of her red dress was pulled wider and wider. Her fair and white flesh was accentuated by the black scarf. She became increasingly alluring and seductive.
Pang Yu, aroused by her, felt his mouth dry and his heart burning. The heat between them intensified, and he gasped, "Sister, don't seduce me. If you get angry, I'll be like that day..."
Mentioning "that day," Hua Xiangrong's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, but quickly softened again. Her fragrant tongue and delicate lips almost pressed together, inviting a kiss.
"No, sister, I didn't seduce you..." she said, pressing her body against him.
Pang Yu's mouth was dry, his heart pounding, and he felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, his yang energy surging like a thousand horses galloping. His erection gleamed like
a scimitar. The flower enchantress noticed his change, a chilling smile flashing in her eyes. She gently twisted her hips, coiling around him like a beautiful snake, a thin layer of sweat gradually forming on her fair body, emitting alluring, soft moans.
Pang Yu swallowed hard, his penis erect. When he saw her blushing face and tearful plea for pleasure, he could no longer resist. He lowered his head and kissed her.
Hua Xiangrong let out a soft moan and tilted her head back. Pang Yu immediately captured her red lips with his kiss, which was wet and warm. Their tongues intertwined like licking honey, and they were inseparable for a moment.
Her red dress, soaked with fragrant sweat, revealed her full curves, her exquisite figure almost invisible. Her skin felt smooth and supple, as if coated with fine powder, and burning hot. The sweet, moist scent between her breasts and arms, warmed by their combined body heat, was like musk and orchids, igniting Pang Yu's burning desire.
He kissed Hua Xiangrong's luscious lips, and she responded passionately, her tender tongue entwining, swirling, and licking his. They greedily sucked each other's saliva, their kiss fiery and intoxicating, their lips pressed together like magnets, inseparable. Pushing their luck was typical of
Fourth Brother. As their tongues intertwined, he placed one hand on Hua Xiangrong's sexy, rounded shoulder, wantonly invading and ravaging it, as if trying to crush this soft, fragrant body in his arms. His other hand went to undo her clothes, and in his haste, unable to untie the red ribbon around her waist, he simply ripped it off.
With a sharp "snap," the sash tore in two, the hem of her skirt billowed up slightly, and two strong, slender legs were tightly pressed together between the torn opening, revealing a glimpse of dark, curly downy hair at the base of
her fair, fragrant thighs… Upon seeing this, Pang Yu nearly had a nosebleed. His last shred of reason vanished, and he shoved her forward, pinning her down on the couch in the carriage. Hua Xiangrong let out a soft "oh," as the sash slipped to the ground, her red dress flipped open, the collar pulled down to her shoulders, revealing a black embroidered butterfly bodice underneath.
Her breasts were round and full, like two ripe, snow-white orbs about to fall, straining against the black satin fabric, bouncing and undulating with irresistible allure.
Pang Yu grabbed one breast in each hand and kneaded it vigorously, fully expecting that such round, beautiful breasts would be firm and full, like ripe melons, to maintain their beautiful shape. However, with just a slight squeeze, the lush, firm flesh overflowed from his outstretched fingers through the soft, smooth silk. He couldn't even fully grasp it with one hand; with a little force, the flesh sank into his palm. He could only lift it from the sides, his thumb supporting the soft yet elastic flesh, clearly feeling its round, heavy, firm shape, and how it extended towards his armpits and shoulder hollows. Her well-trained, elastic, and strong muscles, with their silky smooth texture and slightly sticky feel, were far superior to the soft yet firm elasticity of creamy cheese.
Through the smooth satin, he freely enjoyed Hua Xiangrong's proud breasts. No matter how he grasped and kneaded them with his fingers, he could always squeeze his hands full of soft breasts, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was the smoothness of the satin or the softness of her breast skin. Although her breasts were no match for his fierce hands, no matter how he squeezed them, he could still feel the beautiful, round shape of her breasts.
Hua Xiangrong's breasts were extremely sensitive. After his fierce and violent attack, the black satin cloth was completely messed up. She gritted her teeth and endured the tingling pleasure on her breasts. Soft moans escaped from between her lips. Suddenly, she cried out in surprise, raised her beautifully shaped, slender neck, and trembled all over. Her long, slender legs convulsed. It was Pang Yu who had lowered his head to lick her breasts. A small, coin-sized water stain appeared on the damp black cloth, and a small, cardamom-shaped piece, slightly larger than a soybean but smaller than a lychee, emerged from the wet cloth clinging to the ground.
"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhh----" Hua Xiangrong felt a tingling sensation all over her body from being licked, and couldn't help but moan softly, "No... don't do this... Ahhhhh... It's... it's so hard to bear..." Her flushed jade face looked like she was drunk. Her thick, curled eyelashes trembled violently, her legs twitched as if gently rubbing against each other, her hands struggled helplessly, and her hair was stuck to her peach cheeks with sweat and tears, which made her snow-white, dazzling, and violently heaving full breasts even more irresistible.
Her pleading, delicate moans only fueled Pang Yu's possessiveness. Unable to free his hands, he instead used his mouth to caress her smooth, jade-like neck and back. Amidst Hua Xiangrong's inconsolable cries, he bit down on the black silk ties of her bodice, pulled it open, then gripped the edge, and yanked it open with a swift motion.
Hua Xiangrong cried out "Ah!" as if her voice was choked in her throat. Her snow-white breasts were suddenly exposed, completely revealed to Pang Yu. Her breasts were round and full, their rims perfectly round and flawless. They were like two flawless, full moons resting on her chest. Even with her body tilted to the side and her breasts slightly flattened, the rims remained perfectly round. The strong chest and armpit muscles, combined with her impressive size, ensured that her breasts maintained a perfect spherical hemisphere even when she lay down, a breathtakingly beautiful shape. Suddenly exposed, her delicate, smooth skin tinged with a slight unease, yet it only accentuated the radiance of her milky complexion, making it appear as smooth and flawless as jade. Pang Yu's lust surged, yearning to pluck and ravage the beautiful flower beneath him. He lifted her round, soft buttocks, his cunning hand plunging under her skirt.
Hua Xiangrong panicked, desperately trying to clamp her legs around the rough, grotesque hand that had penetrated her skirt. However, the sweaty, slippery skin between her legs prevented her from holding anything in place, instead wetting his fingers and palm, which then plunged into that hot, soft forbidden zone.
"Ugh... No, no!"
Her body stiffened, her slender waist arched, and her small hands gripped his iron-like wrists tightly. Biting her lip and squinting, she looked pitiful, like a helpless kitten with wet fur and tucked-in ears.
" Ah
...

Pang Yu gripped her body tightly, caressing her wantonly, refusing to let go. "You...you can be naughty if you want...but...but you have to grant me...one request..." "What request? Tell me." Pang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his body burning with uncontrollable lust, and he asked in a rough voice. "The Flower Queen Competition...seven days later...you...you have to help me win the title..." Pang Yu's mind was in a daze, and he agreed without thinking, "Okay, I'll help you..." He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. Damn it, he had fallen for this vixen's tricks again! Oh well, he'd do it later. He was so eager to find a warm, moist place to relieve the swelling in his lower body that was about to burst, and he couldn't care about anything else. Naturally, he didn't notice the glint of triumphant cunning in Hua Xiangrong's charming eyes. Hua Xiangrong no longer resisted or struggled, her hot, beautiful body at his mercy, adopting a lewd posture like an old man pushing a cart. Her slender fingers reached out to relieve his pain. Pang Yu's servant's uniform, with its trousers and jacket tied together, had come undone, and his wide trousers slipped to the ground... Hua Xiangrong was bending forward, her legs wide apart, when his hot, curved, menacing member slapped her plump, wet buttocks with a "smack!" The wet, sticky sound was extremely ecstatic. Pang Yu had lost his mind. He didn't care that they were in a moving carriage. He hastily removed all his clothes, revealing his strong body. Hua Xiangrong's swaying, snow-white buttocks actively welcomed him, the two plump fleshy buttocks sliding back and forth, the swollen tip between them both numb and tingling, a pleasure far superior to being stroked by hand. Pang Yu couldn't help but thrust his hips a few times, causing Hua Xiangrong to whimper twice before collapsing limply to the ground. In that instant, just like that day in the Jade Terrace Pavilion when the two were entangled in passionate lovemaking, several gleaming silver needles suddenly appeared in Hua Xiangrong's delicate hands, which were soaked in balsam juice! Hua Xiangrong turned around with a soft pant, her bare, slender, and almost perfect white jade legs wrapping around Pang Yu's waist. He naturally lifted her up, letting her straddle his lap. Hua Xiangrong, unable to contain her shyness, let out a soft "ooh," and her two snow-white arms hooked around his thick neck, her slender hands holding the silver needles almost touching the back of his head! Pang Yu's head was burning hot, and he thrust forward like a wild beast. Hua Xiangrong's watery eyes were filled with confusion, but deep within that confusion flashed a ruthlessness that no one could detect. Two inches... one inch... five fen... three fen... Pang Yu's raging dragon was getting closer and closer, about to break through her body. Two inches…one inch…five fen…three fen… The silver needle in Hua Xiangrong's hand slowly pierced downwards, eventually sinking into her brain. “Boom!!!” Just then, a sudden change occurred. The moving carriage violently jolted, causing Hua Xiangrong to drop the silver needle. Pang Yu's powerful thrust also missed its mark! Chapter 121 Another Day! Another Day! Another Day!!! Pang Yu staggered, and if he hadn't reacted quickly enough to catch himself in the carriage, he would have fallen out of the window! Finally, when the carriage stabilized, he looked around. Hua Xiangrong was gone! Even the red dress that had been torn off during their passionate embrace was gone, leaving only a pool of clear, thick, lychee-like juice on the mat, its aroma as strong as ripe, slightly rotten, thick orchid leaves. What on earth happened?! Pang Yu was bewildered. A faint, sticky warmth hung in the air, with a subtle, fishy odor, like raw, bloody mutton, or like fresh mare's milk poured into a leather bag, hung in the sun and stirred, about to become a clear, transparent, sour and spicy mare's milk wine. The smell was slightly pungent, yet it exuded a fresh, youthful vitality and decadence. He was unaware that he had escaped death, had walked through the gates of hell, only astonished by Hua Xiangrong's sudden disappearance, leaving behind evidence of their passionate embrace. He thought to himself, "Was she using some trick, using her beauty to lure me to this deserted hillside, causing some kind of accident to disappear, followed by a swarm of black-clad assassins..." Pang Yu felt a chill run down his spine, and subconsciously touched the Fish Intestine Sword tucked at his waist. Just as he was considering whether to grab another handful of lime powder, Hua Xiangrong's voice rang out from outside the carriage: "Miss Zou, the courtesan competition hasn't even started yet. Even if you and I are rivals, there's no need to suddenly appear and so barbarically intercept my carriage." Her voice was icy cold, showing no trace of her recent intimacy with the man. Pang Yu quietly lifted the carriage curtain and nervously looked outside. Uh. Thank goodness. It was in the city. And the busiest place, the West Market. Wait a minute. Miss Zou, the courtesan competition. Could it be...? Now he was bolder. He pulled back the curtain and looked directly. Sure enough, a few steps away stood a beautiful young woman in purple. Her skin was radiant. Elegant and refined. Her face was covered by a thin veil. It was none other than Zou Xiyun. Beside Zou Xiyun, the luxurious carriage that had carried her and Pang Yu on their "trip" a few days ago had collided with the one Pang Yu was now sitting in. The front of the carriage was crushed. Shavings were scattered everywhere. The horses pulling the cart neighed incessantly, their leg bones bleeding profusely. It seemed the collision was truly serious. Pang Yu was about to unleash a torrent of curses—"You ruined Fourth Brother's good time, you'll have to pay with your life!"—but seeing Zou Xiyun, who had been kind to Xiu Xiang and was also a great beauty, he couldn't vent his anger. Sigh. "I'll remember this. I'll settle this score in bed later."

Fourth Brother awkwardly lowered the curtain and hurriedly put on his trousers inside.
"Sister Hua, you've misunderstood." Zou Xiyun's voice was soft as she curtsied to her. "Xiyun just happened to be passing by. The coachman was in such a hurry that he accidentally bumped into me. Xiyun apologizes to you." "Just
happened to be passing by? On such a big street, why did you have to bump into me of all people?" Hua Xiangrong's anger was unexpectedly fierce, her delicate pink fingers poking Zou Xiyun's chest.
However, even in her anger, her every move still exuded the allure of a seductive vixen. Her bright red clothes and beautiful appearance added to her charm. Standing next to Zou Xiyun, one was elegant and refined, the other alluring and seductive. Both were rare beauties in the world, and passersby were all dumbfounded.
Zou Xiyun bowed again, her sweet voice as melodious as a nightingale's song: "I have urgent business to attend to, so I apologize for the haste, elder sister."
"Urgent business? What urgent business?" Hua Xiangrong glanced at her coldly.
"A friend asked me to deliver a boy to the Grand Tutor's mansion, and said the boy's older sister is waiting anxiously..."
Hua Xiangrong's expression changed slightly.
"Oh, right, I think his sister's name is Xiuxiang."
"It's Qing'er! Qing'er?" Pang Yu was so excited that he lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down. He only managed to put on one foot of his trousers, and hopped on one leg, looking quite comical.
When Zou Xiyun saw him, a faint, expected smile appeared on her cherry lips.
Hua Xiangrong was standing opposite her, how could she miss this scene? Her pearly white teeth clenched tightly, and a venomous glint flashed in her watery eyes.
"Oh dear, you should have said so earlier—"
In a fraction of a second, a flash of resentment crossed her face. Hua Xiangrong greeted her with a charming smile, warmly taking her hand: "So, Sister Zou was in a hurry to get on her way. I misunderstood you."
"No, no, no. It was my fault for bumping into your carriage, Sister. I'll compensate you for all the losses." Zou Xiyun had clearly noticed her actions, but she pretended not to.
----Women are born actors.
"How could I accept this? Please handle it yourself, Sister." Hua Xiangrong refused her offer of help.
"Big Brother!" At this moment, the door of the second carriage opened, and a handsome boy rushed over eagerly—it was none other than Little Di Qing.
Seeing him unharmed, Pang Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the weight in his heart lifted.
"Big brother----big brother----" Di Qing called out loudly, throwing himself into his arms and looking up at him, "How is my sister? I've missed her so much these past few days."
"Your sister... well, seeing you back safe and sound, she'll be so happy she'll recover immediately."
"Really?" Little Di Qing blinked his dark eyes.
"Of course, the reunion of family and the warmth of home are the best medicine in the world."
He was clearly saying this to comfort his brother-in-law, but upon hearing it, a faint sadness appeared between Zou Xiyun's arched, delicate eyebrows.
"Hands like tender shoots, skin like solidified cream, neck like a cicada's, teeth like melon seeds. A beautiful forehead and arched eyebrows, a charming smile, bright and captivating eyes, a beauty as radiant as the moon, wrists as white as frost and snow… Beautiful, lovely, and pretty Miss Zou, is there anything on your mind that Xiao Ding can help you with? Xiao Ding is happy to assist you." Pang Yu's eyes were incredibly sharp; even this small change didn't escape his keen observation. He chuckled and leaned closer, immediately launching into a tirade of poetry and flattery.
Of course, she had helped him bring his brother-in-law back; it certainly wasn't out of lust.
"It's nothing, I'm fine, no need for Young Master Pang to trouble himself," Zou Xiyun replied coldly, dousing her fourth brother's ingratiating enthusiasm with a bucket of cold water.
"Since the person is now in your hands, Xiyun will return." She turned and got into the carriage without a moment's hesitation, reverting to the slightly aloof demeanor she displayed when they first met at Qixiu Manor.
Pang Yu was unwilling to give up and chased after her, trying to tug at her sleeve. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted through the air, and Hua Xiangrong stepped in front of him.
"Oh, you see another beautiful girl and you're ignoring me now?" She giggled, giving Pang Yu a flirtatious wink, and her fiery body pressed against him.
Fourth Brother, quite self-respecting, pushed him away.
Uh, his mischievous brother-in-law was right there;
he needed to be more dignified. "What are you doing? I'm a gentleman, don't try to seduce me."
Hua Xiangrong rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, her red lips parting slightly: "Is that so? Who's seducing whom? Just now in the carriage, you made me..."
She deliberately left her sentence unfinished, wanting to see Pang Yu's embarrassed expression. Who knew Di Qing would interrupt, "In the carriage what, big brother? Did you do the same thing to her as you did to my sister?"
Pang Yu was immediately embarrassed: "No, absolutely not, your future brother-in-law is a gentleman, how could he do..." "It's perfectly normal for a man to marry several women." Little Di Qing blinked.
"Hmm!" "Isn't that right ?
" Di Qing raised his head and said in his delicate childish voice, "The world originally had no master; the virtuous will rule it. Beautiful girls are born into a land that originally had no master, so of course they deserve talented and capable heroes. I don't want my sister to marry a spineless coward who only knows how to stay with his wife. If she's going to marry, she should marry a great hero, the more wives the better."
Pang Yu almost burst out laughing. Goodness, where can you find a brother-in-law with such progressive ideas these days!
Hua Xiangrong covered her mouth and giggled, her face flushed with a charming blush.
Because of her interruption, Zou Xiyun's carriage had already gone far away and disappeared without a trace.
The absolutely pure-minded fourth brother still wanted to ask her about the fairy sister, but now, all his plans were ruined.
"Didn't you say that Qing'er and the fairy sister were at the Pianxian Pavilion?" Pang Yu suddenly stared at Hua Xiangrong and asked.
"What fairy sister?" "
You mean the girl in white you mentioned..."
"Sister, sister, who are you? Are you a top courtesan in the brothel like Sister Zou?" Before Pang Yu could finish speaking, Xiao Diqing, swaying slightly, pulled Hua Xiangrong's red dress and asked.
Clearly, he didn't know her.
So, her earlier statement that the fairy sister and Xiao Diqing were at the Pianxian Pavilion—or at least had been there—was unfortunately exposed!
"Hehehehe—sister missed you. That's why I tricked you into going to the Pianxian Pavilion... Sister really missed you, like last time. To be with you in the Yaotai Xiaozhu, in someone else's bed, embracing each other... Ah!" She gasped softly, then suddenly covered her lips with her hand, as if she had let something slip. A hint of panic and shyness flashed in her large, dark eyes.
What a bewitching enchantress!
Pang Yu felt a surge of desire. If he weren't in a hurry to take Xiao Diqing back to reunite with Xiuxiang, he would have pounced on the flower enchantress and "dealt with" her on the spot.
Yes, on the spot, who cares about the street!
Outdoors, wouldn't that be more exciting?
Outdoors in broad daylight, even more exciting!
Actually, ever since Hua Xiangrong reverted to her old ways on the carriage… When she used her beauty to seduce him, Pang Yu knew this vixen was lying again. Old habits die hard; this flower demon couldn't shake her insatiable desire to bewitch men. Why would a celestial being, as elegant as a fairy from the heavens, seek her help?
Birds of a feather flock together; asking Zou Xiyun would be more appropriate.
Hua Xiangrong bit her lip, glancing at him with seductive eyes, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Well, I promised you I'd come find you again another day when I have time, to finish what we didn't do earlier… hehehehe. Don't forget, you promised me you'd help me win the Flower Queen Contest!"
"I'm just a lowly servant, how could I possibly help you?" Pang Yu suddenly remembered his foolish actions under the influence of lust, scratching his head and trying to brush it off.
Hua Xiangrong wouldn't have it, snorting and raising her eyebrows: "You bad guy, are you going to back out?" She stomped her foot angrily, pouting her bright red lips: "You agreed so quickly when you asked for my help!" As she said "asked for my help," her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, glancing at Pang Yu with a captivating, alluring look, her mesmerizing eyes practically overflowing with tears.
Pang Yu was even more aroused by her teasing, almost wanting to send Di Qing back alone so he could follow her back to Pianxian Pavilion to finish what he hadn't done earlier.
"It's not that I'm going to back out, it's that I don't have the ability," Pang Yu shrugged and spread his hands. He silently recited the mantra of a gentleman a hundred times before he managed to restrain himself from... cough, from pouncing on her in the street, using his lower body to fiercely, forcefully, continuously, and practically warn her not to seduce him anymore.
"How could I not?" Hua Xiangrong stared leisurely at Pang Yu, revealing a smile that could charm any man. "Most of the judges for the courtesan competition are young masters like you. As long as you... you ask your master to say a word, who would dare not choose me as the winner?"
"I'm just a lowly servant, how could I possibly ask the Marquis for help?" Pang Yu said with a bitter face.
"Oh, Lord Tian Ding, you're too modest. Who in the whole capital doesn't know that the Marquis of Anle is currently seriously ill and is staying in the Grand Tutor's mansion to recuperate and doesn't go anywhere? You're handling everything for him, big and small. Your words are the Marquis of Anle's words, hehehe." She smiled seductively at Pang Yu, her full breasts heaving, almost popping out of her clothes.
Pang Yu instantly recalled the scene of her two large, snow-white, milky breasts being wantonly squeezed and deformed in his hands, the soft, tender flesh overflowing from between his fingers, clinging tightly to his outstretched palm, as if they were alive, incredibly delicate to the touch. His throat involuntarily went dry: "Well... this... I'll think of a way. Don't worry, Fourth Brother isn't heartless. If I do it, I'll... cough cough cough, Fourth Brother is a man of his word. If I promise you, I'll do it!"
"Then thank you very much, Lord Tian Ding." Hua Xiangrong gave a graceful bow, her tone revealing a charming languor, her eyes as lively as rippling water.
"As for whether it will work out or not," Pang Yu raised his eyes.
Meaning: Heaven knows.
Then he pulled Di Qing and prepared to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back and said,
"We'll talk about the details another day, another day! Another day! Another day!!!"
He shouted "another day" very loudly.
Hua Xiangrong chuckled and gave him a nonchalant glare. "Alright, I'll wait for you. Remember to come!" A few strands of hair tucked behind her ears fell, concealing her slight annoyance and making her even more alluring.
However, as soon as she turned around, her captivating gaze instantly turned into a chilling glint.
"Miss, where are we going now?" the coachman asked in a low voice. He had kept his face hidden behind his bamboo hat the entire time, and even when the "movement" inside the carriage was at its loudest, his hand on the reins never wavered. Even when Zou Xiyun's carriage bumped into him from the side, he remained as steady as a mountain in the driver's seat.
"Where else can we go? Back to Pianxian Pavilion!" Hua Xiangrong stomped her foot angrily, her cheeks suddenly burning. She seemed to recall her passionate encounter with Pang Yu in the carriage earlier, and her legs under her skirt involuntarily pressed together, rubbing slightly. A warm, moist sensation welled up at the base of her smooth, powdered thighs, instantly wetting the bottom of her skirt.
"Hmph...hmph...I don't believe...I don't believe you can escape next time...next time...next time..." The angry voice grew softer and softer, leaving only a deep-seated shame.

Chapter 122 A New Crisis

Upon entering the Grand Tutor's mansion, he was greeted by Chuixue's lewd and lascivious face. Even though her face was filled with panic, tension, and horror, she was still incredibly lewd and lascivious. She hurriedly whispered something in Pang Yu's ear.
"What, dead!?" Pang Yu was startled and looked at him in surprise.
"Yes, dead, all dead!" Chuixue wiped her sweat, her face pale. "The entire Dayou family of seven was murdered last night. It was a horrific sight! Someone from Kaifeng Prefecture just reported it. They died in the backyard of the Prince of Anding's residence. It's said... it's said that after the Prince of Anding returned to his residence, he went mad and stormed into the dungeon, killing them all!"
Pang Yu was about to kick him, annoyed that he didn't choose the right time to say this in front of a child, but Xiao Diqing interrupted, "How could that be? It must have been Zhao Yunbi!"
"Why?" Despite being furious and wanting to tear Zhao Yunbi apart, Pang Yu restrained himself and patted Xiao Diqing's head, asking him.
This kid's got some skills, quite clever, at least smarter than Chuixue.
"Zhao Yunbi bullied my sister because she was castrated by my older brother. She's lying on the bed, unable to get up, so how could she have the strength to kill someone? It must be that the Prince of Beihai was furious. He had gone to so much trouble and got nothing, so in a fit of anger, he killed the entire family of Pang Dayou, whom he had detained, to vent his anger and teach my older brother a lesson," Xiao Diqing replied.
"Hey, how do you know about Pang Dayou?" Chuixue asked curiously.
"I saw it all. When Judge Bao was handling the case, Fairy Sister and I were right there. Zhao Yunbi was about to cut off my older brother's head, but Fairy Sister stepped in and knocked him down."
Pang Yu was wondering why Zhao Yunbi had tripped and fallen. It turned out that Fairy Sister had intervened... Hey, Fourth Brother's charm is really something. Not only did Nangong Qinyi rush to his rescue, but even the usually cold and aloof...
"Oh right, Fairy Sister also said," "
She thought my older brother was a frivolous and unscrupulous servant. She didn't expect him to be so sentimental."
Pang Yu's smile froze for a moment. Then, he awkwardly tried to change the subject. Thinking to himself, "Fairy Sister, Fairy Sister, you saved my life, that's enough. At worst, I'll owe you a favor. If I can't repay it, how about I repay you with my body? Please don't tell my brother-in-law about me harassing a little girl in the woodshed.
" Pang Yu was a little uneasy: "Ahem. Qing'er, you were saved by Fairy Sister. And then she told you how much about... ahem... where she's been these past few days. Your sister is worried sick."
"I... I can't tell you. I promised Fairy Sister I'd only tell her."
Pang Yu knew this kid was too clever. Getting information out of him wouldn't be easy. Then he thought of Fairy Sister, so elegant and refined. How could she be the kind of gossipy woman who spreads rumors and stirs up trouble? He felt a little relieved. He waved to a maid to take little Di Qing to see his sister first.
Di Qing walked away. Chuixue immediately rushed over: "Fourth Brother, should we spread the word? Let's say Zhao Yunbi did it. That bastard! He's utterly shameless, arrogant
, outrageous, and shameless!" He cursed with great fervor, gesturing wildly, filled with righteous indignation, wanting nothing more than to "show off" in front of his master. But contrary to expectations, Pang Yu showed no indignation, only
a cold smile as he touched his nose. A hint of sinister light shone in his eyes.
"Zhao Yunbi played a very clever trick. Zhao Shiqing has gone mad, and the Emperor has even revoked his title of Prince, meaning the matter is over and no one should pursue it further. Besides, the law clearly states that those who are mentally unstable can only be imprisoned, not punished. So, he killed the entire Dayou family in Zhao Shiqing's name, as long as it was done cleanly. Without evidence of instigation, even Bao Zheng couldn't make things difficult for him."
"Fourth Brother, this is blatant provocation! A show of force against you, a declaration of war against our Grand Tutor's Mansion! That bastard Zhao Yunbi won't let it go; he insists on stirring things up again. Fourth Brother, we can't swallow this! We can't! Give the order! I'm willing to be the vanguard, even at the cost of my life!" Chuixue said indignantly, her chest pounding.
Pang Yu smiled without saying a word.
Fubuki panicked: "Fourth Brother, let's get revenge! Let's get revenge! I'm willing to be the vanguard and ask Third Master and Fourth Master for help." Damn
, I thought he was being brave this time, but it turns out he's just a "like this" vanguard.
“Revenge?” He sneered. “Pang Dayou is just a servant in the Grand Tutor’s mansion, to put it bluntly, an ordinary commoner. Even if his entire family were wiped out, nobody would care. But if…”
He adjusted his nose, regretting that it had no eyes: “If rumors spread like wildfire, saying that Zhao Yunbi personally drove Zhao Shiqing insane to protect himself, wouldn’t that be much more ‘exciting’ than dwelling on the deaths of Dayou’s family? It would also attract more attention from all sides. Common people love to gossip about big shots—if Zhao Yunbi wants to play this game, then I’ll play along to the end. He narrowly escaped the Li Family Village case, but he won’t be so lucky next time.” "
On the execution ground, Zhao Yunbi, convinced that he was doomed, arrogantly revealed his wolfish ambitions to Pang Yu, undoubtedly exposing his fatal weakness to him—public opinion, rumors, and judgments from the court and the public... he could disregard all of that, but the influence among the imperial family and relatives was absolutely crucial. This was the meaning and purpose of Zhao Yunbi's alliance with the Prince's faction, and also the foundation for Fourth Brother's attempt to destroy him!
After Pang Yu finished speaking, he turned and went to Chunman Garden, leaving Chuixue standing there dumbfounded, scratching her head to understand the meaning of her master's words. Pang
Yu arrived at the room where Di Xiuxiang was staying and heard sobbing from afar. He pushed open the door and saw Di Xiuxiang embracing Di Qing, the siblings crying together.
"Brother Pang—" Seeing him enter, Di Xiuxiang quickly wiped away her tears and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, thank you for saving Qing'er, thank you... Qing'er, quickly thank Brother Pang." Di
Qing turned her head, winking mischievously, "Big brother, my sister just said..." "Qing'er, I must solemnly warn you." Pang Yu said sternly.
"From now on, you are not allowed to call me big brother anymore."
"If I can't call you big brother... then what should I call you?"
"Brother-in-law..." Pang Yu drawled, and Di Xiuxiang lowered her head with a soft "Eek," her ears burning red, a shy joy instantly spreading across her face.
Just as Pang Yu was about to go over and hug his little darling, the two siblings suddenly froze, staring fixedly at the doorway.
"Madam!"
Third Madam appeared out of nowhere.
"Miss Di, are you settling in well?" she asked softly, glancing at Pang Yu with a leisurely look.
"Yes, ah... thank you, Madam." Di Xiuxiang quickly stood up, about to kneel down to pay her respects.
"Oh, you're still sick, no need, no need!" Pang Yu felt a pang of heartache and quickly went to help her.
Third Sister was somewhat surprised, as she had never seen her son so tender towards a woman. She asked a few questions, such as "Are you used to it?" and "Do you need anything?", then gave Pang Yu a look
, signaling him to come out. Pang Yu followed her to the courtyard. Seeing that no one was around, Third Sister turned to him and said only one sentence:
"This woman cannot remain in the manor."

(Chapter 123: What to do? Get pregnant!)

"Why!?" Pang Yu almost shouted.
Third Sister sighed softly: "Master has sent a letter. He will return to the manor in three days. If you don't want to be locked up in the manor for the rest of your life, and if you don't want her to be killed by Master to silence her, quickly send her away."
"Silence her!?" Pang Yu stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Otherwise what? Can you marry her?" Third Sister looked at her son, her eyes overflowing with concern, yet also with reproach and regret. "The son of the Grand Tutor, the current emperor's brother-in-law, the Marquis of Anle, marrying a woodcutter girl?" "Don't even mention being his principal wife, he can't even be a concubine or a maidservant! If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off!"
"Who dares to laugh!" Pang Yu gritted his teeth in anger.
"I, the son of the Grand Tutor, the current emperor's brother-in-law, the Marquis of Anle, will kill him! I'll kill his entire family!!!"
"Sigh----" Third Sister sighed softly, "A million people in the capital, can you kill them all? So many princes, ministers, and hereditary nobles, can you kill them all?" = "You can't kill them all..." Pang Yu stammered.
"Just the fact that you disguised yourself as a servant, left the mansion without permission, and caused such a huge disaster is enough for the master to break your legs. And then bring back a wood-selling girl..."
"What about a wood-selling girl? Can't I love a wood-selling girl?" Pang Yu snorted.
"Others can love, but you can't. Just like a princess is inherently forbidden from loving someone of low status. This is an unwritten rule, an unwritten law, and no one can break it."
The moment Third Sister mentioned princesses, Pang Yu inexplicably thought of the outrageously spoiled Zhao—"Does this little girl hate Fourth Brother to death? Hmph, serves you right for following Zhao Yunbi!"
"Tch, there are plenty of examples of princesses marrying commoners. What rules? What regulations? In my eyes, they're all bullshit!" If he weren't afraid of being too loud and Xiu Xiang hearing, Fourth Brother, who disregarded worldly conventions, would probably have already roared. ===
Damn it, talking about social standing and etiquette with us transmigrators, with the protagonist, is just nonsense!
"Sigh—" Third Sister sighed again, "Why won't you listen to your mother? Do you want Master to send you to the Chengwu old house and lock you up for life?"
"If you're willing to lock me up, then so be it. If you lock me up, who will carry on the Pang family line?"
Third Sister chuckled, raising her hand to poke his forehead and scolding, "You're always like this, knowing that Master can't bear to part with his son, you'll do anything bad."
"Mother, after that serious illness, I've long since reformed," Pang Yu said, feeling very aggrieved. Pouting, she "coquettishly" said, "Look at what bad things my son has done these past few days. He's been so law-abiding, he's practically a model citizen."
"Nothing? How dare you say that?" Third Sister looked at him with her eyelashes curving, a half-smile on her face. "Nothing? Then how did you end up in jail? Nothing? Then how did everyone in the Nangong family come to rescue you? Nothing? Then how did you make that young lady lose her soul, and she keeps nagging about you, calling you 'Brother Pang, Brother Pang' all day long?"
Hearing this, Pang Yu was genuinely embarrassed and chuckled dryly. At the same time, he was quite puzzled. If stealing a beauty's heart was considered a bad thing, then Fourth Brother was destined to never clear his name.
"Third Sister can see that you genuinely like the young lady surnamed Di, which is why I'm discussing with you how to find a proper way to settle the siblings..."
"No need to think about it. They'll stay at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, at Chunman Garden. Let Xiuxiang go out; I can't bear to part with her, and I don't feel at ease!" Pang Yu interrupted Third Sister. His tone was resolute. Remembering the psychological trauma Zhao Shiqing had inflicted on Xiuxiang that day, a trauma that might never heal, he was still seething with hatred. Even castrating the scoundrel wouldn't be enough to quell his anger.
"Alright, alright, Third Sister can't persuade you. But think it through. If Miss Di doesn't leave, Master will be furious when he returns. How will you handle that?"
Pang Yu was suddenly at a loss.
If there were two people in this world that Fourth Brother couldn't handle, it would definitely be—and it had nothing to do with Bao Zheng. That guy would be thoroughly crushed later. Compared to him, Fourth Brother was the embodiment of justice! The people Fourth Brother couldn't handle were the cunning uncle and, naturally, his black-hearted father. When Father got angry, it wasn't just a matter of the
Grand Tutor's mansion; the entire Song Dynasty would tremble!
"Mother, this… hehehe, Father's back. Could you please put in a good word for him?"
"If Mother's words were useful, I wouldn't be asking you."
"Then…" Pang Yu was suddenly at a loss, a cloud of worry hanging over him. "
Actually, it's not like there's no way." Third Sister suddenly smiled. "What way?" Pang Yu asked quickly.
"You know, your father's greatest wish in his life has been to hold his grandson. Every time he goes to a banquet at the homes of the princes and ministers he's on good terms with, he comes back furious, constantly talking about how so-and-so's wife gave birth to a healthy baby boy, or how so-and-so retired early and is now happily enjoying his grandchildren at home..."
"Do you understand what your mother means? Do what you think is best, and do a good job." Third Sister winked at him, leaving with a meaningful remark before leaving Pang Yu somewhat bewildered. "
Damn it, is this for real? All that rambling was just to get me to…
uh, get Xiu Xiang pregnant?"
In the dead of night, when all was quiet and no one was whispering
, Fourth Brother, the most cultured, refined, and ethical servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion, and also the most upright gentleman in history, found himself standing outside Di Xiu Xiang's room.
Hesitant, wavering, indecisive, hesitant.
Should he go in?
Gazing at the flickering light inside, Fourth Brother couldn't make up his mind.
Although his purpose was pure—no, extremely pure—Xiu Xiang was ill and weak, and Fourth Brother, feeling sorry for her, had gotten some ginseng pills from Third Sister to help her recover.
However, it was already very late, very late, long past bedtime. If someone accidentally saw him going in now and thought Fourth Brother was going to spend the night there…
the consequences would be terrible.
It wouldn't matter if Fourth Brother's reputation as a gentleman was ruined.
But Xiuxiang, an unmarried girl, having a man in her room at night would damage her reputation!
As a gentleman, he couldn't do such a despicable thing!
Under the intense pangs of conscience, Fourth Brother prepared to go back. He
had just lifted his foot.
Wait a minute, compared to reputation or anything like that,
Xiuxiang's health is the most important, right?
The sooner she takes her medicine, the sooner she can recover, right?
The sooner she recovers, the less Xiuxiang will suffer. This is for her own good!
Pang Yu found countless reasons for himself and finally made up his mind.
Looking around to make sure no one was there, he went up the steps and knocked on the door.
"Xiuxiang, are you in there? Brother Pang is coming in."
He pushed open the door with one hand and reached for the medicine with the other, only to find it empty. Oh no, he'd rushed out in such a hurry that he'd forgotten
the bottle containing the Snow Ginseng Pills . Chapter 124 Xiuxiang's First Night "Ah----" A scream came from inside as Pang Yu pushed open the door. "What's wrong? Xiuxiang." He was alarmed and rushed in. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Di Xiuxiang sat at a small table, her delicate body leaning against the wall, holding a needle and thread and a shoe pattern in her hand. She was actually sewing cloth shoes all night. Pang Yu pushed the door open, and Di Xiuxiang was startled. She accidentally pricked her hand with the needle and cried out in pain. Her hand hurt, and Pang Yu felt sorry for her. He rushed to the table, bent down, and took Di Xiuxiang's soft hand, carefully blowing on it. Di Xiuxiang let out a soft moan of embarrassment, her body instantly burning hot. She appeared to have already washed up; her fair, jade-like face looked even more translucent and snow-white in the moonlight. Pang Yu's intimate actions made her incredibly shy, and a faint pink blush rose to her cheeks, making her look even more delicate. Her eyelashes and temples glistened with tiny, still-damp droplets of water, truly like tender lotus leaves covered in dew, inexplicably beautiful. Pang Yu gently stroked Di Xiuxiang's dark hair and asked softly, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep? Why are you sewing cloth shoes? You're still not fully recovered, go and rest." Di Xiuxiang's heart warmed, and her face flushed as she said, "Brother Pang, Qing'er and I can't just stay at the Grand Tutor's mansion for free. I've been sick these past few days, so I have to sew a few pairs of cloth shoes to sell first. Once my cough stops in a few days, I'll go to the mountains to chop firewood and make charcoal. I'll definitely... I'll definitely raise the rent for these few days first." Pang Yu felt a pang of pain in his heart, pulled Di Xiuxiang into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Silly girl, with Brother Pang, the Grand Tutor's mansion is your home. Why should I pay rent for staying at home?" Di Xiuxiang's expression immediately dimmed: "Brother Pang, Xiuxiang... Xiuxiang isn't good enough for you..." "How can you not be good enough? You're the person I love most!" Di Xiuxiang heard the firmness in his voice. Her dim eyes gradually brightened, but a faint sorrow still lingered in her brows and eyes. She said haltingly, "Brother Pang, Qing'er said... the Emperor has appointed you as a sixth-rank Heavenly Soldiers... a sixth-rank is a very high position... Xiuxiang is just a poor, lonely woman... Xiuxiang is not worthy of you..." What sixth-rank Heavenly Soldiers? The Emperor's servants are eunuchs! Pang Yu wanted to curse. Damn it, his brother-in-law, the Emperor , was too unfair! He could have just pardoned her, but he had to appoint her as a "Heavenly Soldiers" to subtly insult him. And he even made his wife unhappy! He deserved a beating! He pulled Di Xiuxiang close. His right hand gently stroked her cheek: "Xiuxiang, no matter what kind of sixth-rank soldier Brother Pang is now, even if he becomes a marquis or a prince, you will still be my most beloved little darling. I will never despise you or let you down, you know?" Di Xiuxiang's heart skipped a beat. Her body, held in his arms, was soft and delicate, her face flushed, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, and a fragrance like orchids wafted into Pang Yu's nose . Di Xiuxiang gently closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly. She murmured, "Brother Pang, you really... really won't despise me for the rest of your life?" " Of course." Pang Yu gently stroked Di Xiuxiang's tender face, his expression solemn. "If you don't believe me, I can swear, heaven above and earth below, if I ever betray Xiuxiang in this life..." Di Xiuxiang covered his mouth, her eyes reddening with emotion. "Brother, Xiuxiang doesn't need you to swear, Xiuxiang just... just... just wants to be with you forever... Brother Pang. Take Xiuxiang..." "What!?" Fourth Brother didn't hear clearly at first. "Brother Pang..." Di Xiuxiang was overcome with shyness, her voice barely audible, "Xiuxiang likes you...likes you...really...Xiuxiang will give you anything, I'll give you everything...Brother Pang, take Xiuxiang." Pang Yu had come with pure intentions, and after comforting her, he was about to leave, but since Xiuxiang had brought it up, how could his understanding fourth brother bear to disappoint her! He applied a little pressure to his hand, slowly sliding down Xiuxiang's soft waist, just enough to grasp her delicate buttocks. This caused Di Xiuxiang to let out a soft "Ah!" Her delicate eyebrows furrowed nervously, her pearly teeth biting her bright red lips. She breathed heavily, her breath sweet and fragrant, carrying a faint orchid scent. A faint pink rose to Di Xiuxiang's face, her alluring eyes half-closed, a strong sense of spring spreading through her body. She felt that mischievous large hand gently kneading her small buttocks, the heat penetrating her skin and spreading throughout her body, making her feel as if she were on fire. Her slender waist, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, unconsciously swayed slightly, and she let out unconscious moans, as if struggling, or perhaps teasing, directly arousing Pang Yu's desire to the point of surging. Pang Yu greedily sucked on her delicate lips, as tender as flower petals, the touch soft and smooth, just like the wet kiss in the garden that morning. He skillfully parted her tightly closed teeth, gently sucking on her delicate little tongue, a few drops of light, sweet saliva, seeping into his heart and soul. Di Xiuxiang let out a soft "woo" from her nose, her slender neck tilted high, responding passionately, her hot breath hitting Pang Yu's face, her body becoming even hotter, gradually forgetting her girlish shyness, her soft arms tightly embracing Pang Yu's body, intoxicated by the pleasure of mutual love.

Immersed in their deepest affection, they shared a passionate kiss, a kiss that transported them back to their first meeting… Pang Yu had saved her from the clutches of the Prince Gao, the second time from the Hongxing Society, the third time when their carriage overturned, the fourth time when he brought a divine physician to treat her, and the fifth time when they stormed the Prince's mansion… At first, she felt gratitude and admiration for Pang Yu, which gradually transformed into liking… into love…
Pang Yu tenderly kissed Di Xiuxiang, his warm body cradling her slender form. Di Xiuxiang responded with her soft, fragrant lips, the love that had accumulated over the days now expressed without reservation. Their hearts were both intoxicated, their long kiss lingering even at its end, unwilling to part, gently and continuously sipping, their lips meeting intermittently, each slight touch enough to convey their mutual affection.
As they kissed, Pang Yu and Di Xiuxiang slowly opened their eyes, exchanging a tender smile.
Looking at her flushed face and intoxicated eyes, Pang Yu couldn't help but ask, "Xiuxiang, I'll do as you say, I'll take you now, okay?"
Di Xiuxiang remained silent, her dimples appearing on her cheeks.
Pang Yu couldn't resist giving her another gentle kiss.
Di Xiuxiang murmured "Mmm," quietly closing her eyes to return the kiss. Suddenly, she felt Pang Yu's hands begin to move again, slowly tracing paths across her back, instantly bringing a tingling, stimulating sensation. She was intoxicated, murmuring, "Pang... Brother Pang... you... ah... mmm... slower... slower..."
Pang Yu leaned down, kissing her from her lips down her body, gently caressing Di Xiuxiang's slender, delicate neck, her soft hair brushing against her nose as he kissed her skin and dark hair.
Having just experienced the pleasures of love, Di Xiuxiang could hardly suppress the waves of tenderness from Pang Yu. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her face, and she murmured softly, "Ah...ah...Brother Pang...Big Brother...uh..." Though only a few soft moans, they were captivating. Pang Yu's blood surged, and his lower body instantly hardened. His heart fluttered, and he gently kissed her, giving her a light sip. Di Xiuxiang trembled, letting out a soft "ooh."
Pang Yu gazed into Di Xiuxiang's fragrant eyes, noticing a hint of fear and hesitation within them. He immediately stopped, asking softly, "Are you afraid?"
Di Xiuxiang blinked, her body trembling slightly. The brutality of Zhao Shiqing that day had likely left an indelible shadow on her heart. She nodded nervously, her voice trembling slightly. She whispered, "Um, a little... a little... a little scared... but, I..." After a long pause, she suddenly bit her pink lower lip, hugged Pang Yu's back, pressed her cheek against his, and whispered, "Brother Pang, you... you do it... Xiu Xiang, bear with it!"
Pang Yu felt extremely sorry for her and secretly made up his mind: "I must be gentle and never let Xiu Xiang feel any discomfort. I truly love her. I must do everything I can to think of her best and never force her in the slightest." He then gently stroked Xiu Xiang's slender neck. He said softly, "Xiuxiang, don't be too nervous. It's alright no matter what your brother does, but if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, understand?"
Di Xiuxiang nodded shyly, took a few deep breaths, and whispered, "I...I understand."
Pang Yu gazed deeply at her delicate eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile, and slowly reached out to unbutton Di Xiuxiang's clothes. When his fingers touched the front of her garment, Di Xiuxiang's body trembled again. Pang Yu slowed his movements even more, carefully and tenderly removing her outer garment. Although her undergarments and skirt were still covering her, her beautiful figure was already revealed through her half-exposed snow-white skin, her charm captivating and incomparably alluring.
Di Xiuxiang breathed heavily, timidly raising her hands to cover her chest, her delicate eyebrows filled with shyness, making her even more pitiful and moving. Pang Yu's eyes were immediately drawn to her, and he was momentarily lost in thought. He reached out and gently pulled Di Xiuxiang's arm away, but she shrank back, tightly covering her chest, not letting Pang Yu cross the line. Her expression was a mixture of unease, confusion, shyness, and a hint of fear. Pang Yu was at a loss for what to do and whispered, "Xiuxiang!"
A hint of apology appeared on Di Xiuxiang's tense face as she whispered, "I'm sorry... Brother Pang, I... I'll try to relax..." But her slender arms still desperately covered her chest, and her shapely legs unconsciously tightened, unable to relax no matter what she did.
Pang Yu loved and cherished her, but dared not be hasty. He proceeded cautiously and methodically, gently pressing on Di Xiuxiang's shoulders, giving her the most tender caresses, before slowly sliding down to her upper arms, elbows, and wrists. Wherever his touch lingered, her delicate skin was as tender as honey and as soft as snow. He could clearly feel the smooth texture, yet it seemed to melt upon contact with his hands, truly incredibly alluring, making him reluctant to let go once he touched it.
Pang Yu gently rubbed Di Xiuxiang's fair and tender arms. Although he was filled with excitement, he feared that she might be too afraid to bear it, so he gritted his teeth and suppressed his desire, gradually moving his caresses to the arms that Di Xiuxiang had covered her chest with.
Di Xiuxiang gasped softly, closing her eyes nervously. Waves of warm, comfortable sensations spread from her hands, gradually relaxing her. She moaned softly, "Brother Pang... ah... uh..."
Pang Yu gently parted her fingers with one hand, while the other caressed her slender waist and hips, cautiously observing Di Xiuxiang's reaction.
Di Xiuxiang's eyebrows trembled, gradually becoming aroused. Her cherry-like lips parted, and she breathed heavily. Pang Yu gently parted her legs with his own, pressing his chest against her petite body. A woman's instinct made Di Xiuxiang tense up instantly. Her dark eyes opened in terror, her small hands gripping Pang Yu's arm tightly, her flat stomach taut, her muscles trembling as she awaited that shy moment.
Pang Yu leaned in and kissed her, then removed Di Xiuxiang's arms and loosened the ties of her small pocket.
At this moment, Di Xiuxiang's limbs were still somewhat tense. Pang Yu lowered his head and kissed her tenderly, trying to comfort her. He leaned forward, intending to remove her bodice, but as he did so, his erect penis pressed against the area between Di Xiuxiang's legs. Di Xiuxiang shuddered violently and cried out, "Ah----no!"
Pang Yu was startled and quickly stopped, asking softly, "Xiuxiang, what's wrong?"
Di Xiuxiang's face was pale, her eyes filled with fear. She seemed to recall the scene of almost being violated by Zhao Shiqing that day, and she said in a trembling voice... "No... I don't want to, no..."
Pang Yu slammed his fist against the wall with a loud "thud," his previous excitement instantly vanishing, replaced by worry. He whispered, "Xiuxiang, don't be afraid, it's Brother Pang..."
Before he could finish speaking, Di Xiuxiang abruptly broke free of his grasp, desperately covering her body with her hands, crying out repeatedly, "Get away, don't come any closer... no... sob... sob sob... go away... no!" Her frail body trembled uncontrollably, her pale face filled with terror.
Seeing Di Xiuxiang's painful sobs, Pang Yu felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and a raging fire burned in his chest: "You son of a bitch Zhao Shiqing, you've frightened Xiuxiang so much, causing her such pain!" His anger was immense; he wished he could immediately gather his men and storm the Prince of Anding's mansion to drag Zhao Shiqing out and tear him to pieces.
However, comforting Xiuxiang was the priority now; no matter what, he couldn't let her fragile heart suffer a second blow! Pang Yu forcefully suppressed his extreme anger and hatred, gently and quietly pressing down on Di Xiuxiang's shoulders.
Di Xiuxiang froze, her empty eyes staring at Pang Yu, gradually stopping her cries. Suddenly, she threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears.
Pang Yu gently embraced Di Xiuxiang, suppressing his own bitterness, and said softly, "Xiuxiang, don't be afraid. With Brother Pang here, you have nothing to fear." Whether Di Xiuxiang heard him or not, she simply buried her face in Pang Yu's chest and cried, as if trying to release all the grief she had accumulated over the past few days.
After a while, the crying finally subsided. Di Xiuxiang raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and whispered apologetically, "Brother Pang, I'm...I'm sorry..." Her voice was still choked with sobs.
Pang Yu felt only pity for her and quickly put a coat on her, asking softly, "Are you feeling better?"
Di Xiuxiang wiped away her tears, her face sorrowful, and whispered, "I...I thought I could forget that day...forget...but...but..." Tears welled up in her eyes, about to fall again.
Pang Yu embraced her tightly, soothing her wounded heart with his warmth.
"Xiuxiang, don't be sad. You've been very strong. With Brother Pang by your side, I can... I can help you overcome this trauma."
Di Xiuxiang nodded gently, nestled in his arms.
They were filled with tenderness and affection, holding each other tightly, oblivious to everything else.
Outside the window, in the vast darkness, a pair of gleaming black eyes took in everything that happened in the room. (

Chapter 125: Reencounter with Ren Huang

, Di Xiuxiang) Pang Yu carefully withdrew.
Two hours and seventeen minutes—the longest Fourth Brother had ever spent in a woman's room.
It was also the most tender, the most painful, and the most heart-wrenching time.
In the room, on the bed, all he could think about was how to comfort Di Xiuxiang.
But as soon as he came out,
Fourth Brother only wanted to kill!
Just as he stepped out of the courtyard (Spring Garden is divided into seven small courtyards), a hand landed on his shoulder from behind.
"Get lost, don't bother me, I want to kill someone!" came a roar like a tiger's howl.
"Oh, you've got quite a temper. If I'd known this would happen, I would have arrived earlier to rescue you. The little girl wouldn't be so afraid to even have sex." The voice was slightly mocking, yet it carried an inherent arrogance.
Pang Yu suddenly turned around, his vision filled with white.
"Bai Yutang!" He was startled. His first reaction wasn't to question why the white rat was here again, but to want to chop the head of the guards, Pang Fei, into pieces and feed him to the dogs!
Once was bad enough. Twice was bad enough. This was the third time! Who was this person who could come and go as they pleased in the Grand Tutor's mansion?
A shabby, unguarded brothel?! What about his hundred or so night-patrolling guards?!
"Peeping at me having sex. Have you no shame?" He glared at Bai Yutang, roaring like a madman. Ignoring the fact that this guy could send him to the underworld to drink tea with the King of Hell with a wave of his hand when he got angry, Bai Yutang saw him like this and instead laughed: "Alright, alright. This time, Grandpa Bai was wrong. Grandpa Bai shouldn't have looked. Grandpa Bai was wrong. Grandpa Bai apologizes to you."
He admitted defeat. Pang Yu was too embarrassed to continue yelling. He said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? Do you know that trespassing is illegal?"
"Is that so?" Bai Yutang rolled his eyes. He scoffed, "If this counts as breaking the law, then Grandpa Bai would be locked up for a thousand years and still have plenty left over from all the times he's broken into houses since he was a child."
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, nothing much, just asking you about the female demon."
When Pang Yu heard him mention a female demon, his first thought was Hua Xiangrong, but Bai Yutang immediately grabbed him, urgently asking, "Hey. Your brother-in-law's already back, right? He must have already asked about the female demon, right? Tell me quickly, where does she live? Grandpa Bai isn't satisfied, he wants to go and challenge him again!" Damn
it, what demon? It's a fairy sister!
Pang Yu really wanted to grab him and warn him not to tarnish the fairy sister's reputation with his address; his fourth brother would be angry. The consequences would be severe! However, seeing Bai Yutang's indignant, gritting-teeth expression, he abandoned the idea.
"Oh. You mean her? Qing'er didn't tell me, but I found out myself when I saw her."
Bai Yutang was excited, jumping up and down in a hurry, grabbing his clothes: "Tell me quickly, where is she? Where is she? This vixen, this damn vixen, Grandpa Bai has been looking for her all these days. I've searched the whole city and haven't found a trace of her. Where is she? Tell me, Grandpa Bai wants to have a showdown with her, ahhhhhhh!"
Seeing his impatient look, Pang Yu guessed that if he said he didn't know, he would be chopped into 108 pieces on the spot and fed to the dogs. But if he made up a place, and Bai Yutang went there and couldn't find her, he would probably be 200 pieces or more when he came back.
"As for the fairy sister... I know everything. But I can't tell you."
Bai Yutang grabbed Pang Yu's neck: "Believe it or not? If you don't tell me, Grandpa Bai will kill you right now."
"Believe it, of course I believe it. Everyone in the world knows that Master Bai keeps his word." Pang Yu rolled his eyes.
Bai Yutang loved hearing such "praise," and his expression softened slightly. He said in a deep voice, "Then tell me!"
"Master Bai, you know," Pang Yu shrugged, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture. "Women are always unreasonable creatures. If the fairy sister knew I told you about her without her consent, she would definitely stab me in the chest without even asking... I... I don't want my beautiful wife to be a widow."
Bai Yutang's eyes sharpened: "Grandpa Bai can also make that girl lose her husband."
"Master Bai wants to compete with unreasonable women to see who's more ruthless?"
"You..." Bai Yutang stared, speechless, provoked by him.
"What... what do you want for me to tell you!"
Pang Yu almost blurted out, "Go chop Zhao Shiqing up for me, and I'll tell you," but then he saw the tempting look in Bai Yutang's eyes and thought: Damn, this guy is cunning too. If I really said that or promised a few conditions for me to tell you, I'd definitely be exposed. "
Hmph, Fourth Brother isn't that stupid!"
"If you ask me... unless... unless Master Bai... Master Bai..."
Bai Yutang's eyes turned cold, and he gripped his sword hilt.
"Unless Master Bai has a way to get Fairy Sister to agree to let me tell you about her."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yutang thought it made more sense.
But then he immediately thought, "Damn it, if Grandpa Bai had a way to get her to agree, wouldn't he have already met her? Once he met her, why would he need to find a place to stay? He could just grab his weapon and go for it!
" "Of course, I can ask her on behalf of Master Bai," Pang Yu interjected.
"When will you ask?"
"Well... Fairy Sister has to come to me first, then I can tell her—Fairy Sister forbids me from going to her place without permission, saying she'll kill me if she sees me."
"When will she come to you?" Bai Yutang asked, suppressing his anger.
Pang Yu rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky.
Heaven knows.
Bai Yutang was furious. This kid had dragged him along for so long, and in the end, he hadn't asked anything at all!
He wanted to grab Pang Yu and stab him a couple of times to vent his anger, but the kid was quick-witted and could only tease him so much that he couldn't make a move. ---- How could Bai Yutang, the famous "White-Clothed Rat" of the capital, no, the famous throughout the land, do the same thing as this unreasonable vixen!
Bai Yutang couldn't lay a hand on him, but he decided to provoke him.
"Oh, right." He released Pang Yu, took two steps back, and looked him up and down with a pitying gaze: "Nangong Qinyi is your lover, isn't she? She rushed to the execution ground to save you yesterday."
"What do you mean 'seems like'? It is!!!" Pang Yu tossed his hair casually, thinking: Damn it, this isn't just Fourth Brother spreading rumors. It was Nangong Qinyi who came herself, and people assumed we really had an affair.
Well, that's her fault!
"Oh, I saw him with another man." Bai Yutang raised an eyebrow, his smile somewhat malicious.
Pang Yu immediately realized that this girl was trying to provoke him, and laughed, "Well, I'm still chatting with you, Master Bai. If someone sees us, won't they say I'm a homosexual?"
Bai Yutang laughed heartily. His laughter was wild, unrestrained, and carefree.
"What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your stupidity. You're being cuckolded, hahaha—"
Amidst the laughter, Bai Yutang floated up and streaked towards the courtyard wall like a shooting star.
"Hey, hey, hey, explain yourself! Explain yourself before you leave!" Pang Yu shouted anxiously, jumping up and down.
In the time it took him to shout, Bai Yutang had already vanished. Only his mocking voice drifted back: "Grandpa Bai saw it with his own eyes. The two of them went into the room, all intimate, they were practically in bed together—"
"Go to hell, you white rat!" Pang Yu picked up a stone and threw it, cursing at the sky.
"Want to make Fourth Brother angry? Dream on! No way! Keep dreaming!!!"
For two days in a row, the spring sunshine was brilliant. As usual,
countless talented scholars gathered outside the Green Jade Pavilion, eager to catch a glimpse of Nangong Qinyi's beautiful face.
But today, there were an unusually large crowd.
As is customary, before the Flower Queen Contest, all participating brothels would hold a series of "activities" to attract customers, such as song and dance performances, music recitals, and poetry gatherings.
Although Nangong Qinyi had won the title of Flower Queen for three consecutive years, she had two more rivals this year. One was Zou Xiyun, the chief dancer of the Seven Show Pavilion, who was known as the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan. The other was Hua Xiangrong, who, within a few days of her debut, had attracted all the lecherous young men and ladies of the capital to the Pianxian Pavilion, causing several deaths just to get a seat.
Therefore, even with Nangong Qinyi's otherworldly elegance, aloofness, and pride, she had to take some "action" to ensure her victory. After the news of the upcoming Flower Queen Contest spread, she announced that she would be showcasing her music at the Green Jade Pavilion today, welcoming all literati and talented scholars to attend.
Although Pang Yu still couldn't understand what was so interesting about competing for the top spot in a Flower Queen Contest, and didn't care what kind of man had been intimately involved with Nangong Qinyi in a room, he still came, alone.
Well, Fourth Brother is a grateful person. Nangong Qinyi rushed to the execution ground to provide clues to save his life. Although Bao Heizi solved the case before she even had a chance to speak,
Fourth Brother, being grateful, should still personally visit to express his gratitude.
Outside Green Jade Pavilion, a sea of people thronged.
Pang Yu didn't arrive early; by the time he got there, the entire street was already packed.
But arriving early was useless. The night before last, while he and Di Xiuxiang were cuddling in their room, Nangong Qinyi's crazy fans had already started lining up.
Looking at the line stretching dozens of meters, Fourth Brother wasn't in a hurry. Not at all.
He simply swaggered past, without shouting "Excuse me!" or resorting to violence; with just a glance, the crowd parted to create a wide path.
Fourth Brother was now a renowned young hero in the capital, a righteous man who had single-handedly defeated the Crown Prince's faction. His gaze was superfluous; if even one person recognized him, who would dare block his way?
Everyone obediently made way, so why should Fourth Brother be polite? He tossed his hair and strode over with an air of nonchalance. From afar, he saw a table set up at the gate, and beside it, the smiling little sister Xiangjun was carrying a large red wooden box, struggling to put it on the table.
"Xiangjun, don't move! Fourth Brother is here, Fourth Brother will help you!"
he called out, running over quickly and darting to Xiangjun's side in a flash.
Xiangjun saw him, grinned, and made a face, twisting her little nose as she huffed, "Hmph, so you know how to come? No cutting in line, get in line properly." Her voice was sweet and clear, quite pleasant to hear.
"Cutting in line? Did I cut in line?" Pang Yu's shamelessness surpassed even the walls of Bianliang. He glanced at the crowd queuing beside him and shouted, "Hey, has anyone seen Fourth Brother cut in line? If you saw it, step forward. Tell my Xiangjun, okay?"
A sea of heads shook their heads.
Fourth Brother was a powerful figure now, appointed a Heavenly Soldiers by the Emperor, dared to castrate even a Prince, challenged the Prince's faction, and had a thing with the Nangong family. Unless someone was out of their mind and tired of living, who would dare to step forward
? Would anyone be tired of living? No.
At least not here.
So Fourth Brother asked three times, and everyone remained silent.
"See? Fourth Brother didn't cut in line, good girl, hurry up. Give me the questions, Fourth Brother is in a hurry to get in."
"Pah, pah, pah, who's your good girl?" Xiangjun stomped her feet angrily, but couldn't do anything about it. She could only throw the large red wooden box on the table and wave her pink little fists in indignation.
"Young Master Pang, you've arrived too." Xianglan, standing to the side, was more understanding, giving him a sweet smile.
Her smile was sweet, and Pang Yu felt sweet inside, so his words were even sweeter: "Yes. Beautiful and lovely Sister Xianglan, what's the topic today? Please tell me quickly."
Xianglan curtsied and said softly, "This time is different from usual. The first topic was devised by several of us sisters. All the topics are in this red box. Those who wish to climb the tower to appreciate my young lady's performance must choose their topics by drawing lots. Those who can answer correctly can enter; those who can't will have to… oh dear!" Before
she could finish speaking, Pang Yu had already reached into the box, neither picking nor choosing, randomly grabbing a sheet, opening it to find a line of delicate handwriting inside:
----Luoyang Bridge, buckwheat on the bridge, the wind blows the buckwheat but the bridge remains still.
"Young Master Pang, this is a couplet. You need to provide the matching line..."
"Parrot Island, a boat sails down the island. The water makes the boat flow, but the island doesn't."
Xianglan's words were interrupted again, cut off by Pang Yu's answer, which he came up with in less than half a second.
Xiangjun covered her mouth in shock.
This was a couplet she had racked her brains for an entire night under her mistress's guidance. Not to mention how difficult it was, at least you should have taken the time to think about it, right?
At least make those so-called "literati" frown. Use their brains.
And what happened?
Fourth Brother answered in a flash.
This... this is too exaggerated!
"Everyone, continue drawing lots for the questions. Fourth Brother will take his leave first." Pang Yu turned around and waved, taking his steps under the resentful gazes of at least three or five thousand pairs of eyes that seemed to want to tear him to pieces.
"No, you can't." Xianglan stopped him.
"What, did I not answer well?" Pang Yu asked, puzzled.
"No, Young Master, your answer is excellent. The rhyme, tone, and palindrome are all perfect."
"Then why won't you let me in?"
"Miss said that Young Master Pang's talent is unparalleled. He can even answer the questions she sets well. This time, the maids set questions, and one couplet didn't match two..."
"Two? White Cloud Peak, maple on the peak, the wind blows the maple, but the peak doesn't move." Still half a second later, Pang Yu answered another one, and Xiang Jun almost fainted from anger.
"Young Master is highly talented, please." Xiang Lan smiled and took the initiative to stand aside.
Pang Yu strode forward with his head held high, but suddenly stopped at the door, turned back and gave Xiang Jun a funny face.
"My dear sister, Fourth Brother will give you another one: Green Silk Road, egret by the roadside, the dew hits the egret and it flies but the road hasn't flown yet, bye-bye!" He blew a kiss and then slipped inside before Xiang Jun could pick up a stone to throw at him.
In the hall, no one was there.
It seemed that Xiao Wan and Yuan Yuan were still upstairs serving Nangong Qin Yi.
Fourth Brother wasn't a first-timer; he knew the place well and found the best spot to sit down.
Just as his buttocks touched the chair, the window near the back door suddenly opened.
A person was sneaking in, his face obscured from view, only a few sleazy mustaches visible.
Ren Huang!

Chapter 126 Marrying Off His Sister

"You brat!" Pang Yu's eyes blazed with fury. He rushed forward like an arrow. Before Ren Huang could even land, Pang Yu grabbed his clothes and slapped him across the face.
"Smack—" The crisp sound echoed through the hall.
Ren Huang's dodging skills seemed quite good. He tilted his head and blocked Pang Yu's slap.
"Y-you-you, what are you doing?" he stammered in panic. " Damn
it. You dared to talk nonsense in front of Bao Zheng. Fourth Brother will run you over!" Pang Yu reached for the fish intestines.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Faced with the knife, Ren Huang frantically waved his hands, shaking his head like a rattle-drum king.
"A misunderstanding? You told Fourth Brother it was a misunderstanding? You saw it with your own eyes but said you didn't. You heard it with your own ears but said you didn't hear. If Fourth Brother hadn't been lucky, you would have almost killed him!" Pang Yu seemed to think the knife had been too lenient on him. His eyes started darting around, looking for a chair. He planned to swing it and smash it over Ren Huang's head until he died.
Ren Huang panicked when he saw this. He cried out, "No, little brother! I said that for your own good. To save you!"
"For my own good?" Pang Yu heard the funniest joke in the world. One hand had already grabbed the back of the chair.
"There are Zhao Yunbi's men in Kaifeng Prefecture..." Ren Huang desperately covered his face. He probably wanted to protect this place the most. He gasped for breath. "If I spoke up for you in front of Lord Bao... Lord Bao, I would probably be killed before I even left the house!"
Pang Yu stopped when he heard this. His brows furrowed. "So you deliberately twisted the truth and talked nonsense?"
"Of course. That way I can go back to the Princess's Mansion alive and ask my princess to go to the palace to plead for you." Ren Huang's face was more lewd than a snowstorm. He sighed deeply. "Alas. No good deed goes unpunished. I saved someone and still got beaten."
"What? Your princess pleaded for me!?" Pang Yu almost jumped up. He couldn't believe it a million times.
After all, even his sister couldn't persuade his brother-in-law, the Emperor. What use was a princess?
"Of course. I'm just a lowly servant, not some high-ranking official. I had no choice but to ask the princess. She listened to my reasoning and knew that this Pang Si was a well-known good man in the capital. She went to the palace overnight to plead with the Emperor." Ren Huang said matter-of-factly, his head held high. "Let me tell you, my princess is the Emperor's own sister. She watched him grow up. The Emperor will definitely give her face no matter what."
Pang Yu loosened his grip on his hand, but his eyes were still dark and glaring at him: "Ren, are you serious? You're not lying to me?" He ultimately dared not easily believe Ren Huang. Not for any other reason than
that guy's face didn't look like the one telling the truth!
"Otherwise, where do you think the imperial edict came from? Saving you out of thin air and then bestowing upon you a sixth-rank official title." Ren Huang rolled his eyes.
The mention of the sixth rank ignited Pang Yu's anger.
Damn it. Did he think this was something glorious? Shameful!
A sixth-rank eunuch. You 'd be happy with
that title? "Hmph. You have such good intentions? Why didn't you ask your princess to save me?" He glared at Ren Huang with utter distrust.
"Of course. We were cellmates, after all. I even ate your chicken." Ren Huang puffed out his chest lewdly, stroking his mustache and sighing. "Sigh. It's my nature to repay kindness. You don't need to be too grateful. Just spare a few dozen strings of cash when you have it. Nothing else. I don't expect anything in return."
Pang Yu had finally met someone even more shameless than himself. Thinking back to how he had treated Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao in the past, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Hey, let go! Let go! Let go! You're hurting me! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Ren Huang screamed in agony. Pang Yu let go. The guy was fine immediately. He walked over and sat down on a chair with a nonchalant air.
His cries of pain were obviously faked.
Pang Yu felt the urge to smash him again.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, suppressing his anger.
"Same as you. Watching Nangong Qinyi." Ren Huang shrugged.
"Why did you climb through the window?"
"I... well..." Ren Huang stroked his mustache, grinning slyly. "Answering questions is pointless... climbing through windows is good. It keeps your body active and exercises your hands and feet."
"Damn it!" Pang Yu was too lazy to even curse him. A talentless, incompetent man who only knew how to climb walls and windows for sex. Talking to someone like that would lower your IQ.
He pulled up a chair and sat down.
No new people had come in yet. The whole hall was just the two of them.
The two looked at each other, neither speaking.
Pang Yu had something on his mind. He was wondering why his brother-in-law, the emperor, had issued that imperial decree of pardon and sealing of the border. Ren Huang claimed he had pleaded with his master to allow Princess Yu to enter the palace. Pang Yu simply didn't believe it—even the Imperial Concubine couldn't get it done. For the princess to obtain a pardon was already a miracle. And to simultaneously request a sixth-rank eunuch title?
Clearly, it was nonsense!
Pang Yu remained silent, justifying his silence. Even Ren Huang, who seemed prone to rambling and restless, remained silent.
"Hey. What are you thinking about?" Pang Yu kicked him from below.
Ren Huang, still stroking his mustache, continued, "Sigh. There's a troublesome matter. A thorny one. My princess doesn't know what to do. She's always sighing and lamenting, making us servants anxious too."
"What is it?"
"My princess has a mischievous and unruly younger sister. She's spoiled and lawless..."
Hearing these eight words, Pang Yu's heart immediately skipped a beat.
Damn. This isn't Zhao, is it? That willful and arrogant little devil.
Ren Huang recounted the princess's past cruel and violent acts. He sighed: "Sigh." In short, the palace was in complete chaos. It was unbearable. Even the Emperor couldn't control him. The princess was thinking, "Should I find someone to marry my sister off? That way, I can legitimately send her out of the palace. Then she'll have peace and quiet. How wonderful!" "
Yes, what a great idea!"
Pang Yu realized he was talking about Zhao. He quickly encouraged, "Marry her! Marry her off! That'll solve everything. No more worries! A permanent solution!" The thought of Zhao having a husband, the spoiled young tiger becoming a married woman, no longer daring to shout and throw tantrums, gave him an urge to push things along and make it happen.
"But... alas... the family the princess has chosen for her sister... their status... is truly too lowly. They're not quite right for her. The princess is afraid of disgracing her..." Ren Huang said with a worried expression.
"What nonsense!" Pang Yu slammed his fist on the table.
"It's as if the Emperor can take any poor girl he fancy outside into the palace. " "Can't a princess marry an ordinary person? That's unfair. Utterly unfair! How can this be? We must treat everyone equally! If it's something my brother can do, it's something my sister can do too. That's the only way. Just because someone is a woman doesn't mean they should be deprived of their rights."
He kept urging her on, wanting to persuade Ren Huang to go back and persuade Princess Huanyu, and then for Princess Huanyu to go back to the palace and persuade the Emperor to marry Zhao... to some poor commoner, please. Let's see if she'll still be so arrogant, so troublesome, so domineering!
Fourth Brother's encouragement was absolutely powerful, absolutely, absolutely more powerful than Zhao Yunbi's. He persuaded Ren Huang to nod repeatedly: "Yes. A commoner is fine. As long as she's really... really a good person. Really... my master has seen her and thinks she's acceptable. Then please ask the Emperor to grant the marriage. Really. This sister is too worrying."

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