[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 30

Chapter 211 The Uninvited Guest

Nangong Qinyi What is the realm of playboys? The realm of playboys.
No need to look at faces. No need to listen to voices. They can easily distinguish women.
How to distinguish them? It's simple. They can use their smell, such as body fragrance. They can also use their eyes, such as...
just looking at the pair of swaying breasts in front of them. The astonishing size of the breasts. Pang Yu knew it must be Hua Xiangrong.
Hua Xiangrong also arrived early in the morning. However, today's leading lady was Zou Xiyun, who was the spokesperson. Hua Xiangrong was also quite self-aware. She kept chatting with Chen Shishi and the other girls. Although there were inevitably many suitors who came to flirt with her, Hua Xiangrong was now a big shot. She didn't pay attention to just any man. The people she had to "pay attention to," such as the God of Wealth and Grand Commandant Gao, all brought their wives. No, to be precise, they were brought by their wives. In short, the playboy was relatively low-key today. Fourth Brother was busy with publicity and almost forgot that she was also there.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you just busy making money off those rich ladies downstairs? Lord Tian Ding, the Grand Executive Officer, hehehe, that's a really strange way of addressing me." Hua Xiangrong covered her mouth and giggled, her laughter shaking her body. A natural beauty is a natural beauty. No matter what she wears, it can't hide her voluptuous and alluring figure. Every move she makes exudes a natural charm, an indescribable allure that makes one's mind wander and one's soul tremble.
Fourth Brother is a gentleman; how could he be seduced by beauty? He snorted, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. What do you mean, 'Your body is easy to fool'? Who did I fool? It was your own choice, okay?"
"Hehehe, hehehehe," Hua Xiangrong didn't answer him, only smiled seductively. Her perfectly shaped, graceful curves were on full display, her breasts and buttocks prominently displayed. Her "lower part" was itchy and needed some discipline.
There were plenty of rooms on the second floor of Fenglin Pavilion. Fourth Brother's temper flared. He was about to grab her wrist and drag her inside when Hua Xiangrong unexpectedly moved closer. Her shapely, curvaceous body almost fell into his arms, her full, proud breasts pressed against his shoulder without any attempt at modesty.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Are you trying to fool Fourth Brother?!
" "You're so wicked. You said you weren't easy to fool. Come on, tell me honestly..." Her sweet voice carried a sly smile: "You've already gotten Miss Zou into bed, haven't you? You've taken her virginity and become the first man in her life. Am I absolutely right?"
"Nonsense!" Fourth Brother rebuked her sternly.
Hua Xiangrong giggled again. A few days ago at the ceremony of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*, she had noticed that although Zou Xiyun was still the elegant and beautiful courtesan, her every move had gained a mature woman's charm. Her relationship with Pang Yu... It wasn't simple at all. Although both sides deliberately avoided each other in public, the subtle, ambiguous feelings between them couldn't be hidden from her.
As the young master of "Konghuan," she shouldn't be injured. Yet, she seemed to have a subtle sluggishness when walking. Undoubtedly, this was a sign of recently losing her virginity… Connecting the dots, it was clear that Pang Yu had hooked up with her and had stolen her virginity through some unknown means.
"If there's nothing between you…" Looking at her fourth brother, whose brows were furrowed and who seemed about to erupt in anger, Hua Xiangrong suppressed her seductive smile and changed the subject. "Then why didn't you choose me as the spokesperson for Pang's perfume? I also want to be the first to use your new product. I also want to find some perfume for the sisters of Pianxian Pavilion to share."
Nonsense. If I chose you, could you give me a large number of skilled assassins? Could you get your people to cooperate with me and send Zhao Yunbi to jail? This was to bind the Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Seven Beauties Pavilion together, reassuring them and ensuring the safety of the Southern Tang rebels. It was to ensure their unwavering loyalty to Fourth Brother.
Fourth Brother smiled slightly, elegantly raising his wine glass and downing the grape wine in one gulp: "My dear Rongrong, don't be jealous. Not using you this time doesn't mean I don't like you or care for you. On the contrary, it's because I care about you and want to protect you. Only by developing the most suitable product for you will I make you my spokesperson."
Hua Xiangrong pouted her bright red lips, staring at him with a mixture of belief and doubt: "Really? Don't lie to me. You can't trust men's words." After a while, not receiving a reply from Fourth Brother, she couldn't help but ask again, "Hey, hey, what exactly is the most suitable thing for me? Tell me, tell me!"
Women, all the same! Fourth Brother chuckled, his expression naturally serious. He gently put down his wine glass, his hand, which had caressed countless beauties... He stroked her delicate cheek tenderly: "Rongrong, do you know? Your skin is as smooth and lustrous as jade, even more delicate and tender than silk. It's irresistible to touch. It would be a waste not to endorse skincare products!"
Hua Xiangrong wasn't some naive young girl. She was easily charmed by his words. But a blush crept onto her pretty face, and even her brows and lips seemed to overflow with a hint of spring fever: "We women are so easily fooled. Don't try to trick me with this nonsense again, don't try to tell me what skincare products are."
"Skincare products are..." Fourth Brother deliberately dragged out his words, teasing her with suspense. "Let me put it this way. There are many kinds of skincare products. The main product, the skincare cream, is a herbal ointment with ingredients that are as similar as possible to the skin. It can penetrate quickly and remain stable in the skin. It can restore moisture, hydrate, and protect the skin, making it look soft and supple without being oily. It also
has anti-aging and anti-fatigue properties, keeping the skin in its best condition at all times." "Really? Is there really such a good thing?" Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but ask immediately. Even she was troubled by her skin's lack of firmness after removing makeup at night and when she woke up in the morning. Hearing about such a good thing, it was hard not to be tempted. And all of this was something Fourth Brother had already anticipated.
"Of course. The Pang's skincare cream series is currently under development. The first batch of samples will be available next month. At that time, but I'm not quite sure yet. Certain parts of your body... for example..." Fourth Brother's gaze moved down with ill intent, sweeping over her breasts that were about to burst out of her clothes, her slender waist, and her firm and slender abdomen. It went straight to a certain spot between her legs. "For product development, we need to understand our customers comprehensively. Especially since you're the designated spokesperson. Before endorsing the product, we need to know the exact condition of every part of your skin. Pang's skin cream isn't just for the face. It can also... act as a lubricant." Fourth Brother grinned mischievously and wrapped his arms around her waist. "As for the specific usage... oh dear, that's still a trade secret. We have to discuss it privately. How about we discuss it in bed? No one will disturb us this time."
Hua Xiangrong giggled and dodged away, tossing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her charm only intensified. "Lord Tian Ding, don't be so impatient. You haven't done what you promised me that day. If I let you take my body for nothing, what if... hehehe, I mean what if... what if you can't do it, Lord Tian Ding? Wouldn't I be losing out big time?"
"What did you say? Can't do it? Hmph. Is there anything in this world that I can't do?"
"Yes, of course. Hehehehe." Hua Xiangrong laughed again, raising her delicate fingers. She covered her mouth with the back of her snow-white hand. Her delicate palm was dazzlingly white, further highlighting her captivating beauty. It was irresistible. "Lord Tian Ding, you haven't brought down the Prince of Beihai yet, after all this time."
"Bringing him down is just a matter of time. Let's go to the room and relive our old dreams. You're the spokesperson, so you have to fulfill your duty. Let me understand you better. This will speed up product development. I guarantee that when Pang's skin cream is launched, Zhao Yunbi will no longer exist in the world." Fourth Brother was too lazy to argue with her changing the subject. "Bring down" instead of "do it." He smiled and went over to hug her again.
"I really can't. I really have my period today. I can't serve you, my lord." Hua Xiangrong clearly laughed coquettishly, never forgetting to display her unparalleled charm. But in the blink of an eye, she became the same as when she was talking to the masked man. Although her smile was charming and innocent, there was a hint of coldness in her tone, as firm as metal and stone. "I promised. I will definitely do it for you, sir. But you, sir, should also fulfill your promise to me as soon as possible."
Damn it. A threat, huh? Using your body to threaten me? You think I'm really that bad?
Fourth Brother was furious, enraged, and furious. This woman, already a virgin, was trying to bargain with him. Did she really think Fourth Brother had no other lovers? Fourth Brother was very angry. The consequences would be severe. He was prepared to force himself on her. He'd teach her a lesson once she was naked in bed. Suddenly, someone came to report that Nangong Qinyi had arrived. This time, it wasn't someone bringing a gift; it was her in person. She had come uninvited!
The goddess in the hearts of the capital's people, Nangong Qinyi, had graced the scene with her presence. How could the entire place not be in an uproar? Grand Commandant Gao, the God of Wealth, and Vice Minister of State Affairs and Left Vice Minister Yan Shu (the over-seventy-year-old Prime Minister Lü was absent; this was the most senior official present), along with a host of high-ranking officials and the Pang family perfume salesman, were all present. What a grand occasion! Especially since it was at Fenglin Pavilion, the very place where they had once competed for the title of courtesan. Its significance was even more extraordinary. They had once been rivals, competing against each other. Now, they were both courtesans, sharing the honor. They were all there to support Pompeii perfume.
As the host today, Fourth Brother's influence was immense.
Everyone assumed that Nangong Qinyi had been secretly invited by Fourth Brother to attend. The reason for not announcing her presence was to give everyone a surprise. However, that wasn't the case. Fourth Brother had been incredibly popular with women lately, with a vibrant nightlife. He wasn't lonely at all and had no time or inclination to bother with this self-proclaimed top courtesan. So, Nangong Qinyi had come completely uninvited.
Why? It was hard to guess.
Nangong Qinyi's purpose in coming here was something that even Fourth Brother couldn't have imagined,
not even in his wildest dreams!

Chapter 212 Nangong Qinyi Qinyi, Fourth Brother has made his move

Nangong Qinyi arrived, stunning everyone upon entering.
It wasn't because of her extravagant attire, but rather her casual, relaxed style. She wore a pure white short jacket and a light yellow gauze robe, her hair flowing freely over her shoulders, highlighting her alabaster-white skin. As she slowly walked before the crowd, all the guests were breathless with awe at her extraordinary and captivating beauty, revealed
even with minimal makeup. "A beauty that could topple kingdoms!"
everyone exclaimed. Even the noble ladies present felt only admiration and praise for Nangong Qinyi, without a trace of jealousy.
"Sister Nangong, what brings you here? Are you here to support me too?" Fourth Brother approached with a grin, still speaking without restraint, repeatedly calling her "Sister."
He had expected her to be a little annoyed, giving him a chance to admire her delicate, slightly disgruntled demeanor. But instead, Nangong Qinyi gave him a reproachful glare, a hint of a smile casually escaping her lips: "On the day of the Flower Queen Competition, Qinyi received a gift of Pompeii perfume from Lord Tian Ding, for which I am deeply grateful. I have come today to express my gratitude."
(Thank you? Didn't you give me a kite last time? Why again?)
Fourth Brother immediately guessed her ulterior motives. Was she obsessed with the perfume he had given her and wanted to "receive" a few more bottles? Or perhaps... [First post: Fourth Brother hasn't been to Green Jade Pavilion for a while... Hehe, is the lovestruck young lady lonely?] He chuckled as he approached Nangong Qinyi, pointing and saying, "Sister Nangong's presence adds even more luster to the launch ceremony of our Pang's perfume. Distinguished guests, did you see? Not only the imperial concubines in the palace, but even Master Nangong is particularly fond of our perfume—Pang's, synonymous with top quality, Pang's, Master Nangong's choice. I'll add this to the promotional banner; Sister Nangong, you won't mind, will you?"
This man's shamelessness had reached new heights. Even a simple thank-you note was seized upon for promotion. Even more surprisingly, Nangong Qinyi remained unperturbed by being "used" by her fourth brother, merely offering a gentle smile.
100! 100% problem
. Nangong Qinyi's arrival immediately stole most of Zou Xiyun's limelight. It seems a goddess is still a goddess; even among the top courtesans, Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong cannot temporarily shake her superior position in people's hearts.
When Nangong Qinyi arrived at the venue, the sales ceremony was nearing its end. But then, she appeared like a fairy. This immediately sparked another wave of excitement. She was truly naturally beautiful. Not only did she possess a stunningly beautiful face, but every smile and gesture captivated everyone. Her every movement, whether standing, sitting, or lying down, exuded elegance and grace. (*/* So much so that the banquet, originally scheduled to begin at 5 pm, was dragged out until almost 7 pm. All the guests preferred to go hungry just to see Nangong Qinyi smile, hoping to exchange even a single word with her!
The banquet began, naturally featuring the "unique" buffet style of Fourth Brother. The greatest strength of a buffet isn't just having cold dishes laid out for you to choose from, but the freedom to socialize. Chinese people have always been more relaxed around the table. However, the traditional communal dining experience is too limited in scope, far less convenient, free, and conducive to social interaction than a buffet.) The custom was widespread. Therefore, upon hearing that Tian Ding Pang Si had creatively invented this way of eating and drinking, high-ranking officials such as Vice Prime Minister Zeng and Grand Commandant Gao, and nobles such as the princes present today, all specially sent people to invite those familiar with banquet etiquette from him beforehand to provide guidance. They made preparations in advance. However, very strangely, Nangong Qinyi hadn't asked him for anyone beforehand. Yet, after the banquet began, she handled all the necessary matters—such as how to hold a wine glass, the principles of taking food, and the general order of eating—as if she had practiced beforehand. Her demeanor was measured and her bearing elegant and dignified.
—It's obvious. Nangong Qinyi had already prepared before coming.
Hey, hey, hey. It can't be that bad. To make the aloof and arrogant Nangong family, who doesn't take any man seriously, come smiling and prepared. Not annoyed by being teased. Not angry at being used—although Fourth Brother is very handsome, very sassy, and very upright, he has never had such great charm. It's a pity. This time, he was wrong.
Nangong Qinyi came for him!
"Lord Tianding." When Pang Yu went up to the second floor, sipping wine and looking at the lively banquet in the hall, wondering if he should reward Zou Xiyun who had worked hard all day, a clear and cold voice, more beautiful than celestial music, rang out from behind him. It was Nangong Qinyi!
"Sister Nangong." Pang Yu knew it was her as soon as he heard it, and turned around with a smile, "Sister, are you full? Why didn't you eat downstairs but came upstairs?"
"I came to find you."
"Find me?" Pang Yu laughed, "Sister, you could have said so during the meal, why did you have to come up here in person?"
"You can't say it down here."
"Huh? Why is that?" Although his mental fortitude was exceptionally strong, Pang Yu's heart couldn't help but race a little. A stunningly beautiful woman and a handsome man—why couldn't they say what they wanted to say in public at the dinner party? Why did they have to come up here for a one-on-one talk? Oh dear, this was just too suggestive.
"Because I'm here to advise you." Nangong Qinyi stared at him intently, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held no real amusement, revealing a rare sharpness and calmness. "I advise you to stop, not to continue."
"Huh? What?" Fourth Brother stared at him blankly, not understanding.
"Stop, don't continue.
" "What are you talking about?" Pang Yu was even more confused.
Nangong Qin Yi sighed, her delicate eyebrows furrowing. "Do I really have to explain it clearly?"
Although Pang Yu was used to sleeping with beautiful women, he still had to admit that her eyebrows were very beautiful, as if they had been drawn by the master's skillful hand, shaped like crescent moons, without the slightest flaw. However, he still didn't understand what she was saying.
Nangong Qin Yi was a little annoyed, her autumn-water-like eyes glaring at her, but they were still very beautiful.
"The Prince of Beihai has fallen to this state because of you and your master's machinations, haven't you?"
Pang Yu's handsome eyebrows arched slightly, then he smiled. "What nonsense are you talking about, sister? Does my master think he would give up wealth and honor to rebel against his own brother-in-law?"
“It wasn’t you who teamed up with the assassin.” Nangong Qinyi met his gaze. “It was you who, after learning that the Prince of Beihai was involved with the assassin, sabotaged things and was determined to kill the Prince of Beihai.”
Pang Yu sighed inwardly. I knew it. Could it be that my affair with Xiao Yunyun was exposed? Impossible! I did it flawlessly.
"Yes, I had someone put something behind my back. So what? Does Nangong also have to concern herself with the Prince's faction's affairs?" Fourth Brother was an upright man, never afraid to admit his mistakes. He tossed his head and spoke frankly, "Factional strife is like this, it's been like this all along. Don't think that only in the court there's deceit and intrigue, and don't think that the battles of wits and strength among us young nobles are just children playing house—"
Nangong Qinyi heard her frank admission, so it was obvious that she had been lying to her earlier. However, she still showed no anger: "Indeed, the Prince of Beihai almost killed you before, so it's understandable that you want revenge. But could you hold off for a while, or wait until next time? Qinyi really doesn't want to see..."
Pang Yu finally understood. So the beautiful Nangong had come to thank him personally, and even though she had been "used," she hadn't shown any anger at all. Instead, she had smiled and deliberately flattered him, just to get him to stop?
"What, did my dealings with Zhao Yunbi bother you, Lady Nangong? Or is there some special relationship between the Prince's faction and you, Lady Nangong, that makes you deign to come begging to me?" Pang Yu coldly interrupted her, no longer taking advantage by calling her "sister," but addressing her as "Lady Nangong" like everyone else. The cold smile on his lips clearly conveyed—calling you "sister" is giving you face. Do you think I really care about you? That a smile would make me do anything for you? Impossible! I'm not the kind of lecher who forgets his principles at the sight of beauty!
—Discussing things in bed is something I might consider.
Nangong Qinyi was stunned. She couldn't imagine that there was a man in the world who could be so dismissive of her smile, still refusing to stop even after making so many concessions!
Nangong Qinyi was furious, truly furious this time. What did this man take her for, speaking to her with such indifference! Did he really not know that even the Emperor of Zichen Palace couldn't bear to refuse her gentle smile?
Nangong Qinyi was furious. Besides her irresponsible father who had abandoned her and her mother, Pang Yu was the man she hated most! But when her angry eyes met his disdainful gaze, her heart surprisingly trembled slightly. She felt a sense of powerlessness, as if her thoughts had been read, and even her voice softened: "You…you and your master are fighting against the Prince's faction, I don't care, but now you're causing chaos in the capital, entangled the Yang family army and the Prince's faction, preventing Judge Bao from investigating the case smoothly and eliminating the rebels for the Song Dynasty, causing…"
"These aren't things for you, Lady Nangong, to concern yourself with, are they?" Pang Yu sneered, interrupting her again.
"Qinyi is a citizen of the Song Dynasty. Why can't I concern myself with the affairs of the country and the people?" Nangong Qinyi bit her beautiful pink lips, as if encouraging herself, and met Pang Yu's gaze without fear.
His nostrils were instantly filled with the delicate fragrance emanating from her body. Pang Yu couldn't help but sniff deeply twice, looking completely intoxicated. Suddenly, he took a step forward.
Nangong Qinyi was startled and retreated, but only one step back before her slender back hit the wall, leaving her nowhere to go.
Pang Yu smiled teasingly, his large hand slowly reaching out.
"No..." Nangong Qinyi cried out, but then covered her mouth. There were countless guests downstairs. If they saw her standing alone on the second floor with a lowly servant from the Grand Tutor's mansion, so close together, and considering all the rumors circulating, she wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter what!
Nangong Qinyi dared not shout. Why was her fourth brother being so polite to her? His wicked hand reached out.

Chapter 213 Qin Yi's Heart Flutters

"Slap!" Pang Yu's hand brushed across Nangong Qin Yi's delicate cheek and pressed her against the wall behind her—well, Fourth Brother isn't that shameless, touching someone while talking. This is clearly like a domineering male protagonist on TV cornering a vulnerable girl and talking to her from above while leaning against the wall. (**
Pang Yu looked down coldly at the panicked Nangong Qinyi, their breaths mingling.
"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything to you," he said with a wicked smile.
"W-what do you want?" Nangong Qinyi asked, her voice trembling. She was a woman, and at the age of first love, and at such close range, smelling the strong masculine scent emanating from Pang Yu, her face inexplicably flushed, a rare occurrence of shyness.
"Don't worry, there are so many people below, so many eyes. Even if I really wanted to do something, I wouldn't choose this place." Pang Yu lowered his head, getting very close, deliberately breathing on her face. Nangong Qinyi's cheeks turned even redder from his hot breath, and she didn't dare lift her head, her head bowed as Pang Yu spoke.
"What country, nation, people—these are things only men should think about and concern themselves with. Women? Sorry, step aside. You just need to serve us men.")
"You!" Nangong Qinyi raised her head, wanting to argue, but when she met his fiery, aggressive gaze, she lowered her head in fear.
(How could this be? Why... why... could it be that I...)
She herself didn't understand her reaction. Why... why was she blushing? Why was she like this? Why... even though she was fully clothed, being pressed against the wall like this, looking at her with such a wicked gaze, made her feel... as if... as if she were stripped naked... standing in front of this man...
The banquet in the hall was clearly very lively, but the corridor on the second floor seemed to be soundproofed, with only the thumping of her heart echoing, as if even the surrounding air had become warm.
"You... really won't stop?" After a long while, Nangong Qinyi gritted her teeth and barely raised her head to ask him. As soon as she finished speaking, her face turned red again, as if rouge had been secretly applied.
“I promise you.” Pang Yu’s hand, which had been pressing against the wall, suddenly moved downwards, grabbing her soft hand.
Nangong Qinyi trembled, her heart pounding again.
“Once I wipe out those bastards like Zhao Yunbi, I will definitely restore peace and prosperity to the Song Dynasty and its people. Believe me, I will create an unprecedentedly powerful nation for them. The Yang family will no longer have to fight bloody battles. Judge Bao will no longer have to spend his days solving cases. The common people will no longer have to toil for a living. Believe me, Qinyi.” As he spoke, Pang Yu’s usual playful and frivolous tone changed. His expression became deep and solemn, filled with the heroic spirit of “a word once spoken cannot be swayed” and the unwavering ambition of “keeping one’s word.” Coupled with his majestic, godlike figure, Nangong Qinyi was momentarily captivated. After a long while, she murmured, “…”
"Really...really? You're telling the truth?"
Pang Yu narrowed his eyes. He smiled. A smile as radiant as the midday sun.
"I never lie to women." He lowered his head slightly and gently kissed Nangong Qinyi's cherry-red cheek. Then, with a flourish,
he turned and strode towards the stairs leading to the hall. Nangong Qinyi, despite his parting gesture, showed not a trace of anger or complaint. Her fragrant lips parted slightly as she murmured the words Pang Yu had just spoken, her eyes still hazy and infatuated.
"You...you have to be careful," she whispered. She didn't even understand why she said it.
"Careful about what?" Pang Yu turned back, his warm gaze making Nangong Qinyi's heart flutter again.
"Lord Bao...he's secretly investigating you."
"Understood, thanks for the reminder." Pang Yu gave an expected smile. The second issue of the journal [first release, cover figure Bao Zheng, cover title "Why are the people so terrified? Hold the Kaifeng Prefecture accountable, how can they serve the people with such methods?"] was priced at 500 coins for the deluxe edition, 200 coins for the regular edition, and 50 coins for the popular edition, [selling a staggering 50,000 copies on its first day].
Fifty thousand! What does that mean? Even if one person only bought it for their wife and children, within a single day, 150,000 people in the entire city would know about Kaifeng Prefecture's "inaction" regarding the assassination of Yang Family Army soldiers at the beginning of the rebellion. It was Pang Si, the Imperial Guard appointed by the Emperor, who, with a conscience for the country and its people, initiated a petition and march in front of Kaifeng Prefecture, which awakened Judge Bao's conscience. In the following days, he led the yamen runners in a day-and-night struggle, finally uncovering the mastermind hidden deepest within—Prince Zhao Yunbi of Beihai.
Of course, the weekly magazine did not explicitly state that Zhao Yunbi was the mastermind behind the collusion with the Southern Tang rebels and the planning of revenge. Instead, it excerpted an interview with the Imperial Guard who "once heard Zhao Yunbi reveal his ambitions before the executioner's block," along with details of the Kaifeng Prefecture's trial files obtained from within, leading everyone who read the weekly magazine to subconsciously "feel" that Zhao Yunbi was the mastermind.
—As a responsible and righteous publisher, Fourth Brother would never instruct his reporters and editors to write nonsense and distort the facts before the case is finalized!
What was Fourth Brother doing when the weekly was selling like hotcakes?
Planning the next issue's sensational headline? That was Fan Zhongyan's task; spending time with his little Yunyun in Qixiufang? Fourth Brother wasn't so lustful as to indulge in daily debauchery? Or was he personally overseeing the development of various new products for Pang's? Pang's Women's Products Research Center has been under construction at his other private residence since he "invented" the perfume, and it's now largely completed. He only needs to tell his subordinates the uses, raw materials, and general processes of the various products he "created," and naturally, a group of people will be poached (or coerced and lured, forced to switch jobs?) from various time-honored shops in Beijing that sell rouge, face powder, hair ornaments, and cosmetics to participate in the research.
What Fourth Brother is doing is beyond your wildest dreams. "
—He went to Kaifeng Prefecture to 'firstly announce' himself!
" Fourth Brother, leading a group of his men, swaggered into Kaifeng Prefecture, shoving through countless yamen runners. He went straight to the main hall, first throwing out the plaintiff and defendant from the cattle theft case that Bao Zheng was currently judging, then pulling over a chair and swaggeringly sitting down.
Bao Zheng had solved countless cases and tried many arrogant criminals, but he had never seen anyone so arrogant. Enraged, he slammed his fist on the wooden tablet. "How dare you! You obstruct justice and disrupt the proceedings of this prefecture! Do you know what your crime is?!"
"Lord Bao," Pang Yu raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a roguish disdain, "Cases have priorities. You've been an official for so many years. Don't you even understand this? The case of the Southern Tang rebels attacking and killing the soldiers of the Yang family army has shaken the capital. The Emperor is furious. Instead of thinking about solving the case quickly, finding the murderer, and giving the Emperor and the people an explanation, you're here judging some trivial cases. The people pay taxes every year, they want an honest official to uphold justice for them, not for you, Lord Bao, to deal with petty theft all day long. Taxpayers' money isn't wasted like this!"
"You're talking nonsense...nonsense!" the useless clerk shouted, eager to defend Bao Zheng. But Pang Yu's cold glare made him tremble all over, shaking like a leaf.
"Brother Pang, you've misunderstood. You've really misunderstood." Ouyang Xiu, who was present as a scribe, hurriedly stepped forward. "Lord Bao is not ignoring the assassination attempt. On the contrary, he has been working day and night with us to find the mastermind behind the collusion with the Southern Tang rebels. Although the prime suspect, the Prince of Beihai, has been arrested and imprisoned, the evidence against him is still unclear. There are still countless details to be investigated. Lord Bao has only managed to find time in his busy schedule to resolve a few cases for the common people. He is precisely upholding justice for the people and eliminating traitors for the country, without forgetting the people of the capital!"
Pang Yu only let Ouyang Xiu finish speaking because of his friend, brother, and future right-hand man. Anyone else would have slapped him long ago. He shrugged and said, "Then, Lord Bao, I, Pang Si, am here now. Shouldn't you put aside the case of the stolen cattle and settle my case first?"
"What did you say? What do you mean by 'self'?" Bao Zheng asked with a dark face.
“Oh, ‘self-surrender’ means… well… the act of voluntarily surrendering oneself to the police, judicial organs, or other relevant authorities after committing a crime, truthfully confessing one’s crimes.”
Bao Zheng didn’t understand terms like “police, judicial organs” or “authorities,” but the word “surrender” was very clear to him. His face darkened instantly. “Bang!” He slammed his wooden tablet and shouted, “You say surrender, could it be…”
“Yes, it’s my lord who colluded with rebels and killed the soldiers of the Yang family army.” Fourth Brother shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, even Bao Zheng was stunned. Yes, he had suspected Pang Yu from the beginning, but he only suspected him of secretly plotting and “fabricating” evidence to frame Zhao Yunbi. He never imagined that Pang Yu would collude with rebels, attack and murder Zhao Yunbi, and commit such a horrific bloody crime. Moreover, what kind of criminal would act like this? His crimes hadn’t been exposed at all, and his mortal enemy was embroiled in a lawsuit because of this, yet he came to surrender!
Ouyang Xiu said urgently, "Brother Pang, this case is of great importance, you mustn't speak carelessly..."
"I'm not speaking carelessly, it was my lord who did it, really." Pang Yu nodded very sincerely.
"What? You don't believe me? You don't believe me? I have evidence!" He patted his chest, looking very confident and shameless. "Come, come, Chuixue, bring the item up for Lord Bao to see."
Chuixue walked forward with a cloth bag, half-kneeling on the ground and holding it above her head so that everyone could see it.
"This item was found in the Spring Garden, where the lord lived alone in the inner courtyard of the Grand Tutor's mansion. It is irrefutable evidence that my lord colluded with the rebels of Southern Tang and assassinated the emperor." As Pang Yu spoke, he opened the cloth bag in front of everyone, took out a silver-white garment, and shook it out in front of everyone. The trousers were narrow like those worn by women, but the length was close to that of a man. There were two fist-sized tears on the shoulders, with bloodstains visible at the edges.
"This...this is..." Ouyang Xiu was greatly shocked.
"This is..." Pang Yu was about to speak when a man suddenly walked in, calmly and confidently saying, "This is the night clothes the female assassin wore when she attacked the emperor!"
Bao Zheng's eyes lit up at the sight of the newcomer.

Chapter 214 Tonight, You Can Die

"Hahahaha—" Someone laughed at the newcomer. It was Song Cizu.
"Chief Judge Song certainly has a good eye. This is exactly the night clothes the female assassin wore when she attacked the emperor."
The newcomer was none other than Song Cizu, the most capable, technically skilled, and experienced chief judge of the Song Dynasty. At the time of the assassination, he was out of town on a case, leaving Bao Zheng to examine seventeen corpses overnight. The next day, he was even confronted by the local people. Good. Now someone more professional than him has returned. Finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Cizu walked over. Pointing to the hole in the night-clothes, he said, "The Heavenly Feather Arrow shot by Marshal Mu's own son is far more powerful than any ordinary arrow. In my lifetime, I've examined over a thousand bodies killed by arrows. The wound on this night-clothes is clearly much larger than that from an ordinary arrow. Moreover, the surrounding fabric has been shattered by the force of Marshal Mu's arrow. Look, although the outer part of the torn garment is still attached, compared to the other parts, its elasticity has completely disappeared. This indicates that the silk threads used to weave the garment have been completely destroyed by the force..."
Bao Zheng could understand the latter part of his explanation. Ouyang Xiu was starting to lose track.
His fourth brother almost slammed his fist on the table in amazement.
Wow! What the Grand Judge Song meant was that Mu Guiying's arrow directly destroyed the fibers of her clothing. Although these terms didn't exist in ancient times, that's what the Grand Judge Song meant. And then there was the clothing worn by the fairy-like beauty... "This is incredible! It surpasses a thousand years of interrogation techniques!"
"Lord Tian Ding, what exactly do you mean by bringing this night-clothes worn by a female assassin?" Song Cizu stared sharply at Pang Yu, asking in a deep voice.
Pang Yu smiled faintly: "Didn't I say? This is evidence of my master's collusion with the Southern Tang rebels. Of course, I'm involved too. I've been running around and contacting them from beginning to end."
"You've come to turn yourself in. You're exposing yourself?"
Song Cizu was taken aback. He looked at Bao Zheng. Bao Zheng was also looking at him. The two expert judges exchanged glances.
"Wait a minute. No, this isn't right." Ouyang Xiu murmured. "Even if this is indeed the night clothes worn by the female assassin, it should have been destroyed immediately. After all, everyone saw it that day. Why has it been left until now?" "
Tch—" Pang Yu mocked him. "If it's burned, how can it prove that the person who has this clothes is a traitor colluding with the rebels of Southern Tang? How can you, Lord Bao, arrest him and sentence him severely?"
Bao Zheng had caught the barb in his words. He slammed his gavel heavily on the table: "Lord Tian Ding, just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush.
" "Alright. Straightforward! Lord Bao, then I'll be frank." Pang Yu stood up and walked to Bao Zheng's desk, his voice booming as he spoke each word. "This damaged night clothes was secretly brought in by my men last night." "It's going to be placed in Chunman Garden."
"What?" Ouyang Xiu was startled again. "Brother Pang, you said the night-cloak was deliberately made by your servants... Why is that? Ah. Could it be to frame Marquis Anle!?"
"Lord Bao, ask him yourself." Pang Yu sneered. He clapped his hands. Two guards from the Grand Tutor's mansion brought a middle-aged man, bound hand and foot and pale-faced, to the main hall.
"Look. This is the guy. Last night, he sneaked over the wall to try to enter Chunman Garden. He was caught red-handed by the Marquis's personal guards. A search revealed this night-cloak on him." Pang Yu pointed at the man and shook his head with a sigh. "Pang De, a third-class servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion. He swept the latrines in the outer residence for ten years without complaint. Every year he was one of the mansion's top servants. The Marquis pitied his hard work and originally wanted to find an opportunity to promote him to second-class servant. I, Pang Si, never dreamed of this." "It was this guy who brought the clothes in—Pang De! Do you have any conscience?!"
"Pah!" Pang De spat at him angrily. "I've worked diligently and conscientiously for ten years, sweeping the latrines in the Grand Tutor's mansion. It was only with great effort that I finally accumulated enough merit to be promoted to a third-class soldier. You scoundrel! All you know is how to flatter and fawn over your master! You've become a first-class soldier in just one month! It's not fair! It's not fair! The Marquis treats people unfairly! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!!!" He broke free from the guards' restraints and tried to pounce on Pang Yu like a mad tiger. Fortunately, he was stopped by a nearby constable. Otherwise, if he angered the fourth brother, a brick might have been thrown at him, potentially causing a fatality.
Ouyang Xiu seemed to have figured it out and asked in surprise, "You're not convinced that the Marquis of Anle promoted the fourth brother Pang, so you willingly allowed yourself to be bribed and deliberately brought the night clothes into the mansion to frame your master?"
"Benefits? Hmph." " I'm doing this willingly. I'll fight them to the death!" Pang De was still struggling, his eyes blazing with fury, his teeth clenched, his expression indescribably ferocious.
Seeing his appearance, Ouyang Xiu became even more convinced and hurriedly asked, "Who instructed you? Was it the Prince of Beihai? To frame your master, accusing the Marquis of Anle of colluding with rebels and disrupting Judge Bao's judgment?"
Pang De remained silent, but the fleeting panic in his eyes when Ouyang Xiu mentioned "the Prince of Beihai" could not be hidden from the two great judges, Bao Zheng and Song Cizu.
Was it really the Prince of Beihai? Song Cizu interpreted it this way
—could it be that the Marquis of Anle deliberately sacrificed his subordinate as a charade, using his own "framing" to turn the tables and pin the Prince of Beihai's crimes on him? Bao Zheng thought a little deeper.
"Judge Bao," his fourth brother saw his doubt and said "generously," "I'm handing this audacious and reckless fool over to you." "Lord Bao, please investigate this matter thoroughly and find out who is behind it all. Who is this malicious person trying to frame my master?"
Bao Zheng was taken aback again. He had assumed Pang Yu had brought this man to make an appearance, not revealing who had instigated it, but secretly pointing the finger at Zhao Yunbi to clear himself of suspicion. He thought he could then forcefully take the man back, allowing for a one-sided investigation based on only one side's testimony. He never expected Pang Yu to be so generous as to keep the man in Kaifeng Prefecture, giving him the opportunity and time to interrogate Pang De thoroughly.
—Was he really that confident? This man could withstand the prefecture's rigorous questioning, firmly insisting that the Prince of Beihai had instigated it, without revealing a single flaw. Or… was the matter of the night clothes truly the work of the Prince of Beihai who bribed Pang De? The Marquis of Anle had a clear conscience, which was why he felt comfortable keeping the man to investigate.
Bao Zheng was unsure and could only reply, "Lord Tian Ding, rest assured." "This case will be thoroughly investigated by this prefecture. Justice will be served for Marquis Anle and the Grand Tutor's mansion."
"Then I'll trouble you, Lord Bao. If the mastermind is found, please send someone to inform him." Pang Yu cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, bid farewell to everyone in a lukewarm manner, and turned to leave without lingering.
Why linger? What was there to do? As he walked out of the Kaifeng Prefecture gate, Fourth Brother couldn't help but laugh
as he saw Pang De "turn himself in." Their conversation went like this:
Inside the Grand Tutor's mansion, in a hidden room without windows, Pang De, not yet bound hand and foot, knelt on the ground, banging his head repeatedly: "Fourth Brother, Fourth Master, please spare me! I have an eighty-year-old ailing mother and a five-year-old child. I... I really had no other choice. I... I only agreed to help the Prince of Beihai relay messages from the mansion and monitor... monitor the young master."
"It's alright, it's alright. I don't blame you." Pang Yu looked at him with a smile, his expression very amiable. "A third-class servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion receives a monthly salary of twenty strings of cash, plus at least three bushels of rice. That's quite a lot. Your mother is eighty-one, but in good health, with no major illnesses. Your son is five and a half, developing normally, and not a big eater. The three bushels of rice you receive each month are enough to feed your whole family. You're left with twenty strings to spend all of it yourself. You're really living a very difficult life."
Pang De trembled even more upon hearing that his family's finances had been exposed: "Fourth Master, I...I...I..."
"What 'I'? You're just a gambler. Over the past two years, you've lost more than five thousand strings of cash at the Silver Hook Gambling House. Now you can't even pay the interest and have to sell information about the Grand Tutor's mansion to the Prince of Beihai for a reward. Then you go gambling again. Isn't that right? This job managing the latrines is really good. It exposes many things that are normally unspeakable." The two men, squatting on the latrine and chatting through the wooden fence, soon spilled the beans. "I noticed your behavior was a bit off, so I had someone secretly watching you for the past two weeks. And you, you little rascal, went out of the manor five times to sell information, earning over a hundred strings of cash. Isn't that right?"
Pang De, his face ashen, cried and begged, tears streaming down his face, "Fourth Master! You are a magnanimous man. Please forgive me, please forgive me!" "I'll never dare to do it again next time—" He lifted his whole body up: "When a person makes a mistake, they must admit it. And if they admit it, they must change. I never let them off the hook. You're honest enough. You didn't stubbornly deny it to the death. You confessed everything about colluding with Zhao Yunbi. Not bad. I'm very satisfied."
"In front of Fourth Master, I... I dare not hide anything."
"Good. Seeing that you sincerely admitted your mistake, I'll give you a chance to make amends. If you do it right, I'll take responsibility for the five thousand guan debt. How about it?"
"Yes, yes. I will definitely do it, I will definitely do it."
Pang Yu lowered his voice and whispered something in his ear.
"Ah!" Pang De trembled all over and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"You don't have to do it." Pang Yu was still smiling. A sinister bloodlust flashed in his eyes. "But if you don't do it, I will eliminate you according to the Marquis's family law. From then on, Pang De will cease to exist. Your wife will be sold into prostitution. Your mother and son will be driven to their deaths by the debt collectors at the Silver Hook Gambling House..."
"...I...I'll do it."
"That's right. Sacrificing yourself for your family. What a noble virtue. I'll take you to Kaifeng Prefecture in a bit. You'll honestly confess everything about your contact information with the Prince of Beihai, the amounts and locations of money you've received in the past, and the intelligence you've sold. Tell us the truth. We won't lie. As for the night clothes... stall for time. We'll talk about it during the interrogation tomorrow."
"Then tonight, you can die."

Chapter 215: The Fairy Sister's Love Letter

Fourth Brother was a diligent lecher. He got up early the next day and drank tea in Zou Xiyun's boudoir at Qixiu Workshop.
—Don't misunderstand. Fourth Brother wasn't staying there overnight. Zou Xiyun had sent a secret letter early that morning saying she had news of the Fairy Sister, so he rushed over.
I've repeated this many times. Fourth Brother wasn't a lecherous lecher. Although even if he went to Qixiu Workshop every night, Zou Xiyun would accept it shyly and happily, serving him comfortably and making him feel blissful every night, Fourth Brother still wouldn't go every day. Damn it. Does he think I don't have women around me? Do I only care about you?
Women can't be spoiled too much, or they'll become arrogant!
He arrived at Qixiu Workshop and entered Zou Xiyun's secluded little building. Before he could even go up to find her, Long Wu chased after him from behind. He whispered, "Fourth Brother. He's dead."
"Is that so? Then who are you talking to now?"
"No. Pang De is dead."
"Dead. He committed suicide by swallowing gold in prison last night at midnight."
"He didn't leave any loopholes in his testimony. He only confessed to being bribed by Zhao Yunbi because of gambling debts, and to passing on information from the Grand Tutor's mansion to him. He didn't reveal a single word about the details of the night-clothes. Bao Zheng originally planned to interrogate him again tomorrow..." Long Wu became unusually talkative, probably shocked by his master's brilliant strategy.
"But unfortunately, he can't interrogate him anymore." Pang Yu sneered, a strange, wicked glint in his eyes.
"Based on the current testimony, even if Bao Zheng were to harm him, he wouldn't find any flaws. I'll personally dig Zhao Yunbi's grave.
" When Pang Yu went up to the second floor, Zou Xiyun was already waiting for him outside the boudoir. She had clearly overheard his conversation with Long Wu. Leading him inside, she asked, "Pang De owes five thousand strings of cash. When do you plan to repay it?"
"Repay?" Pang Yu laughed, reaching out to lift her smooth, alabaster chin. "You don't think your man is the kind who goes back on his word, unwilling to part with even a mere five thousand strings of cash, do you?" "
But Bao Zheng, knowing Pang De committed suicide by swallowing gold in prison, will definitely investigate his background thoroughly—no, he might already know he owes the Silver Hook Gambling House five thousand strings. If you go to pay his debt, there's a 99% chance you'll be exposed. Even if you cover it up well, with Bao Zheng's abilities..."
Pang Yu shrugged and laughed, "Then according to your logic, I won't pay. I'll just watch Pang De's whole family be driven to their deaths by debt collectors." "This..." Zou Xiyun bit her pink lips, her mind in turmoil. How could... how could I disregard the life and death of the deceased's entire family for his safety? No. I'm not concerned. I'm... concerned about myself. If we cooperate with him and he gets caught, then... we're finished too... I'm not worried about him! Not him!
"You can... secretly send Pang Yu's family to Jiangnan." "You escaped the gambling den's debt collectors... I'll have my men cooperate with you. Try your best not to attract Bao Zheng's attention." Pang Yu laughed, a rare look of relief in his eyes.
"No, no. I wasn't worried about you... I was... I was..." Zou Xiyun blushed deeply, weakly stammering as she clutched her clothes.
"Don't worry. I've already paid off the debt for you." "
Really? Did Bao Zheng find out? Did you expose yourself..." Zou Xiyun hurriedly asked, only realizing she was "concerned" about him again. Her face turned even redder, and she awkwardly pressed her legs together, unable to stand steadily.
"Exposed? Exposed what?" Pang Yu stopped laughing, his fingers gently stroking Zou Xiyun's flushed cheeks. A mischievous glint flashed in his warm eyes. "It was Zhao Yunbi who knew he was arrested. He was afraid he'd confess everything and expose himself, so he paid off the debt for him, fulfilling his wish and allowing him to depart in peace. Do you understand?"
Zou Xiyun paused for a moment, then quickly uttered a soft "Mmm!" Her pretty face lit up with a relieved joy. "
Have you found the Fairy Sister?" Pang Yu asked impatiently as he entered her boudoir.
"Not yet."
"Ah. Then why did you call me here?"
Zou Xiyun didn't answer him. She walked to the dressing table and took out a pale purple piece of paper from a drawer. She placed it on the table in front of Pang Yu: "It was shot into the courtyard last night. I've seen it. It was written and delivered by a friend through Sister Jianjia. Our secret mark is on it." Pang
Yu leaned closer to take a look. The short note lay flat on the gleaming marble tabletop. The candlelight filtering through the pink gauze gave the pale paper a familiar, serene elegance. The letter was unsigned, yet carried a faint fragrance. Two lines of characters—sometimes oracle bone script, sometimes tadpole script, sometimes Sanskrit, sometimes seal script—were drawn in the text. Fourth Brother, who considered himself incredibly learned, couldn't decipher it at all.
"It's a code word used by Konghuan to pass messages. Although it's not Jianjia's handwriting, only the two of us in the capital understand this style. She must have had a friend write it."
"What does it say?" "
Jianjia is recuperating at her friend's place. It's absolutely safe. She won't be found. She told me…we don't need to worry. We don't need to secretly look for her anymore.
" "Absolutely safe?" "
Absolutely."
"Hmm." Pang Yu touched his nose, laughing self-deprecatingly. "These words can be relayed, right? I don't need to come in person. Anyway, I wouldn't understand them."
Zou Xiyun gave her a reproachful look. "There are some you can understand." She took out another short note from her sleeve.
"From Sister Jianjia. For you."
"Really? The fairy sister still remembers me? Is it a love letter?" Fourth Brother took it with a grin. Shameless. Fantastic. This earned him a big eye roll from Zou Xiyun. She even felt a little sour inside.
The paper of the note was exactly the same as the first one. The fragrance was slightly different. It was elegant with a faint, ethereal fragrance, as if from the heavens. Opening it, the delicate and poetic fragrance made it seem even more ethereal and graceful. Unfortunately, there weren't many words. There were only four words at most.
"Audacious beyond measure."
"Wow! What does this mean? What do you mean by audacious beyond measure? What did I do?" Fourth Brother was very puzzled.
"You took Jianjia's night clothes that she left with you and used them to harm someone. Aren't you incredibly audacious?" Zou Xiyun glared at her, a little annoyed. "Even the secret letters Jianjia wrote to me, she had a friend write them for her. But the ones for you, you bad guy, were written by Jianjia herself. Humph!"
"Hey, hey, what are you jealous of? Fairy Sister and I are completely innocent. Unlike you and me, we don't have any secret affairs." In her heart, she was thinking that if she could get both of these sisters into bed together, and then have them lie in each other's arms, and then rub them against each other in front of her, the icy fairy sister would be rubbed until she was panting softly, and at the moment of climax, she would moan shyly and beautifully... Hehe. It would be incredibly ecstatic.
When Zou Xiyun heard the word "secret affairs," her pink cheeks immediately turned red. She scolded, "You're talking nonsense. I don't have any secret affairs with you." Her coquettishness couldn't hide her shy joy; suddenly, her smile froze. As if remembering something, her expression gradually darkened. She couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly, remaining silent.
"Hey. What's wrong? Can't you take a joke?" Pang Yu teased her, knowing that Zou Xiyun was remembering the night he had coerced her into having sex with him. Her frustration intensified. Damn it. All I did was let Fourth Brother use a little trick to force me into it. And now she's blaming me?
"You…you shouldn't mention us again. I…I did it for…" Zou Xiyun gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with a complex expression of pain mixed with infatuation. Her body and voice were deliberately stiff: "I only got together with you for the sake of the Seven Show Sisters…don't think…"
"Ah! I always thought you liked me!" Pang Yu was so surprised he almost jumped up. "What's wrong with me? Am I not handsome? Not imposing? Not tall? Not upright? Am I not good at writing? Aren't Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu my defeated rivals? I'm talented and handsome. I'm rich and powerful. Except for my poor background. I'm just a lowly servant. Wait a minute, I'm now a sixth-rank official appointed by the Emperor. I'm not even eighteen yet. My future is bright. Tell me, is there any man in the capital with better conditions than me? You don't even like someone like me? Then... then... then are you planning to live a life of widowhood?!" He was completely different from his usual frivolous self. He was so anxious he was jumping up and down, scratching his head and cheeks. He looked like a monkey whose wife had been kidnapped.
Seeing his nervous appearance, Zou Xiyun was sweating profusely, at a loss, scratching her head and jumping up and down. Her voice was trembling with sobs. Unlike that handsome servant who almost single-handedly brought Zhao Yunbi to his doom, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. The sorrow on her face instantly vanished.
(She laughed. Good thing she laughed. I'm the monkey. You're the female monkey. A monkey king can have many offspring. Ahahahaha—) She immediately changed to a teasing tone: "Hey. Are you sure that's what the fairy sister meant? I feel like the audacious one isn't blaming me for misusing that dress, but rather…"
He deliberately paused. Taking advantage of Zou Xiyun's listening, he moved closer and swiftly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. He whispered in her ear, "But he's blaming me for deceiving his dear sister. The bad servant has suddenly become a good brother-in-law. Look…"
Zou Xiyun trembled. Her jade hands gripped her skirt knees tightly. She wanted to resist, but with his embrace around her waist, all her strength seemed to disappear. She leaned softly against his strong chest.
"The fairy sister is angry. I'll never dare come here again." A long sigh sounded in her ear, tickling and tingling against it. Even her slender waist, held in his arms, felt hot.
Zou Xiyun's heart trembled. She cried out, "No, don't..."
Pang Yu gave a wicked smile. He flipped her over, pressing his face against the lovely girl in his arms.
"You don't want me to leave? That means you're staying. Okay. I'll stay with you all day." He emphasized the word "day." (Chapter 216: What I'm Doing Isn't Love, It's Loneliness )
"Day" is a very philosophical word. As a noun, it can refer to the sun. As the saying goes, "The sun is the essence of the sun." It can also be used as a time measure, such as in the phrase "day after day." The "day" at the end means twelve hours, or twenty-four hours. So what does the "day" at the beginning mean? Well, it's roughly the same "day" as what Fourth Brother said about "a whole day." Zou Xiyun blushed, immediately realizing what mischievous idea he was up to. Biting her cherry lips, she pleaded, "No...no...I'll be so embarrassed if the maids see...hear me in broad daylight." "It's alright, I'll just be gentler, and you can keep your voices down." Pang smiled, putting his arm around her slender waist and leading her into the inner room. Zou Xiyun was extremely embarrassed, weakly pushing him away, "No, no...it's daytime, so embarrassing...come at night, okay?" A sudden thud ran through her heart, and a strange tingling sensation suddenly rose in the most private and embarrassing part of her body, as if being gently brushed by a feather, itchy, but...so comfortable. Seeing her blushing face, Pang felt an even stronger urge and said softly, "My dear, little Yunyun, we must follow the teachings of the sages, understand?" Seeing Zou Xiyun's puzzled expression, he smiled and explained, "Mencius, Book 4, Part 2, says: 'Night follows day.' Night comes after the 'day,' understand?" Zou Xiyun was both anxious and annoyed by his distorted interpretation of the sages' teachings. Suddenly, she felt a lightness as Pang lifted her up and carried her into the inner room to the embroidered couch. Although she and Pang had "made love" many times, Zou Xiyun's face was still flushed with shyness. Her heart pounded, and a thin layer of sweat glistened on her soft breasts, sliding down her tender skin, creating a captivating allure. A hint of tender love lingered in her dreamy eyes. Pang placed her on the bed, leaned down and gently kissed her lips, then skillfully began to undress her. Women, no matter when, always wear a heavy armor called modesty, and the great mission Fourth Brother bears is to use his love to remove this armor for every woman he sets his sights on. Looking at Zou Xiyun, naked beneath him, her beautiful eyes shyly closed, Fourth Brother, his erection reaching its peak, casually pulled the bed curtains shut. Although he always preferred to do it with the lamp on and the curtains open, so as not to miss every moving expression of the beauty in his arms during their lovemaking, since it was broad daylight, he wanted to leave her some privacy. ... Embroidered couch. Warm, fragrant curtains. A series of heavy breaths escaped, mixed with the sounds of sweat and the rubbing of muscles. A delicate, trembling moan, alluring with spring's warmth, echoed in the boudoir. Fourth Brother was a considerate and good man. Zou Xiyun was shy. He had closed all the doors and windows before they "made love." But just as the sounds of slapping and crashing, accompanied by high-pitched, ecstatic panting, were escalating, the tightly closed wooden window quietly opened a tiny crack. Outside the window, a pair of gloomy, jealous eyes appeared! ××××××××××××× When Pang returned to his residence, the sun was almost setting. Uh, please don't misunderstand. It wasn't that Fourth Brother was shameless to the extreme, tormenting Zou mm for an entire day. In fact, he left Qixiu Workshop at noon amidst Xiao Yiyi's reluctant farewell. Then, he spent the entire afternoon busy at the publishing house. Busy with what? Holding a celebration party! The inaugural issue of *The Great Song Dynasty Weekly*, "The Flower Queen Competition Special Edition," sold a whopping 110,000 copies through giveaways and sales. The second issue broke 50,000 copies on its first day. After deducting printing costs, distribution costs, and salaries for editors and reporters, Fourth Brother earned over 20,000 strings of cash from the two issues. It was only right to reward the brothers. Fourth Brother pocketed 20,000 strings of cash, then added another 30,000 himself, totaling 50,000 strings to reward all the editors, reporters, and printing staff at the publishing house, boosting their morale. The financially strapped members of the publishing house, raking in the cash, were deeply grateful to Fourth Brother and even more keenly remembered the teachings of the executive vice president: "Find trouble where there is none, turn small things into big things, big things into even bigger things. Boasting and exaggeration are acceptable, everything is necessary, all for higher weekly sales, all for higher salaries!" And so, after just two issues of the *Great Song Dynasty Weekly*, just two issues, the cash he earned was equivalent to two years' work at his previous publishing house. What morality? What conscience? Nonsense! Creating buzz, boosting weekly sales, and making money are the only real principles! 50,000 strings bought him a large group of industry elites who followed him wholeheartedly—a very profitable deal. Fourth Brother's foresight, ingenuity, and current generosity earned him the adoration of everyone in the publishing house's editorial department. "Don't idolize me, I'm just a legend," he replied humbly. A few hours earlier, on Zou Xiyun's embroidered couch, he had said the same thing to the beauty in his arms. "Why...why did you deliberately put on a show using Jianjie's clothes even though the Prince of Beihai has already been imprisoned...the more 'evidence' you create, the easier it is to be caught?" After their intense lovemaking, Zou Xiyun nestled against him like a lamb, her eyes glazed as she asked. Pang held her tighter.

His voice still lingered on her silky smooth skin: "First, that devil! I must get rid of him for my master. But if I simply use family discipline, it's too lenient and won't have a deterrent effect; too harsh and it will demoralize the servants. If I don't handle him properly, someone might still secretly collude with Zhao Yunbi. And if I expose him and make it look like Zhao Yunbi killed him to cover it up, then all the servants in the Grand Tutor's mansion will know that following Zhao Yunbi will lead to no good end. Who would still be willing to be his lackey? Second, I received news that Bao Zheng is secretly investigating me. This means he suspects that the existing evidence pointing to Zhao Yunbi's collusion with the Southern Tang rebels is fabricated by me. Very well, then I'll fabricate another piece of ironclad evidence, pointing to Zhao Yunbi as the one who..." "Someone is framing me, trying to divert the Kaifeng Prefecture's investigation. Anyway, it's true that Pang De was bribed by him, and we have evidence in hand. We're not afraid of Bao Zheng investigating and accusing me of fabrication. Thirdly, Zhao Yunbi has a history of framing my master. Last time, he used Zhao Shiqing to fool the entire capital. Now he's using the same trick to exonerate himself. If word gets out... humph, public opinion will be even more convinced that he's the mastermind!"
Listening to her lover's (has he already admitted it...) gentle explanation, feeling his extraordinary wisdom, profound thoughts, and skillful tactics... Zou Xiyun's bright eyes were filled with intoxication and fascination. The flush of passion on her alabaster-white body had not yet subsided, making her even more beautiful.
Pang, still wanting more, held her close, the two sharing a tender, lingering kiss.
After a long while, their lips parted, her face flushed as she tidied her hair, shyly twisting her fingers as she said, "You...you're so naughty, you just took me...five times...it lasted so long...aren't you tired...?"
"No—" Fourth Brother smiled faintly, "What I'm doing isn't love, it's loneliness." Looking into Zou Xi's hazy, speechless eyes, he couldn't help but kiss her, then emphasized again, "Remember, don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend." He grinned mischievously and pressed down on her, instantly igniting their sixth round of passion that day.
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Since the brothers from the publishing house were determined to work with Fourth Brother, the loyal Fourth Brother certainly wouldn't treat them unfairly. That very night, he arranged for everyone to go to the Pavilion of Immortals for a big night of fun... He immediately booked a floor for them to enjoy themselves first, while Fourth Brother, who was very family-oriented, went back to his residence to change clothes and have dinner with Xiu Xiang, and then wouldn't be coming back that night.
—Sleep at the Flower Fairy's Jade Terrace Pavilion, wouldn't that mean a night of passionate lovemaking?
When Fourth Brother returned home, unfortunately, he was stopped at the gate.
Which bastard dared to stop Fourth Brother from accompanying his wife?
Of course, it was Fourth Brother's heartless father, Grand Tutor Pang.
"Father, you're back so early today. Are you here to have dinner with Mother?" Meeting the darkening gaze of his heartless father, Pang felt a chill run down his spine, wondering what he had done to anger his father so much. "You
disobey your father and sneak out to fool around, and I don't care. You 'borrow' Second Mother and Third Mother's private money to hire people to build some 'Pang's Research Institute,' and I don't care either. You impersonated my name and had Long Wu secretly recruit 'Feiyu' to frame the Prince of Beihai, and I still—don't—care!"
In the Grand Tutor's study, the heartless father was furious, like a demon king descended to earth, exuding a murderous aura, his eyes blazing with fire, forcing Fourth Brother into a corner.
"Then, Father, what do you want to know?" Fourth Brother asked shamelessly.
"You still have the nerve to ask!" Grand Tutor Pang slammed his hand on the chair Fourth Brother was sitting on (Fourth Brother had dragged the chair back to the corner), almost making him jump.
"Why hasn't Physician Wen come to the manor to treat you these past few days?"
(He's been deflowered by your son, so he's too ashamed to come.)
Pang almost blurted out, but seeing his heartless father's murderous rage, he held back and casually replied, "I don't know."
"Perhaps... Physician Wen is busy and doesn't have time to come." He "thought" for a moment and added.
This time, the heartless father didn't roar, but his face darkened even more, and Pang could even see a murderous glint in his father's eyes. He figured if this wasn't his own son, the Pang family's hope for continuing the lineage, he would have had his men drag him out and humanely destroyed a thousand times over.
Grand Tutor Pang stared at his son and said, word by word, "His Majesty and the Imperial Concubine are in good health lately. Princess Anle was slightly unwell, but she recovered two days ago. Why is it that when I went to Physician Wen to inquire about your condition, she always avoided me, preferring to fabricate reasons full of loopholes to slap the Grand Tutor of the court! Also, I heard from people in the Imperial Hospital that the day after I returned from your place, Physician Wen didn't leave his room for a whole day, and even instructed a familiar palace maid to secretly brew some tonics to nourish qi and blood and send them in."
(He'd lost his virginity and blood, so of course he needed to replenish his qi.) Fourth
Brother touched his nose, thinking lewdly, when suddenly he saw his black-hearted father approaching him, almost two inches from his face, and coldly asked, "You, you didn't do anything to Physician Wen that night while you were treating her, did you!"

Chapter 217 The "Enjoyment" in the Pavilion

No, absolutely not, Father, you must believe your son! Your son is innocent. I didn't have any lustful thoughts towards her, and I didn't do anything to her! "Absolutely not!"
Faced with his heartless father's interrogation, Fourth Brother answered with unwavering conviction—damn it, no! I didn't "do it to her," I did it with her, we divided the work and were quite happy.
Because he had a clear conscience, Fourth Brother's expression was incredibly firm, revealing not a trace of guilt or fear. Even with Grand Tutor Pang's cunning, he couldn't see any flaws.
"Alright, I believe you." The heartless father's expression softened slightly.
Pang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"However!" Grand Tutor Pang's voice suddenly turned fierce again, "I'm warning you, no matter how beautiful Physician Wen is, you are not allowed to touch a single hair on her head, otherwise, the Pang family will disown you as a son!!!" "
Ahhh, Fourth Brother, be careful. My heart clenched.
Father, if you say that, then we really can't be father and son anymore. Judging from your son's usual behavior in bed, that night I made love with Doctor Wen... hehe, not to mention her hair, there shouldn't be a single part of her body that your son didn't 'touch,' and it was 'deep' touching and bumping!
Father, don't worry. Your son will definitely follow your teachings." "Thinking one thing and doing another—that's Fourth Brother's consistent style. Under the repeated coercion of his heartless father, he had no choice but to 'submit,' solemnly agreeing, thinking, 'If you're not my father if I touch one, then I'll touch two or three, hehe. Actually, I like to grab them all at once. When the wax is being poured, I'll hold onto Doctor Wen, sitting on her lap, stroking her slender waist and rocking her back and forth until her delicate face blushes and her black hair is disheveled—that's what you call beautiful.' After
calmly dealing with his heartless father, the family-oriented and wife-loving Fourth Brother, as usual, went back to the Spring Garden to have dinner with Xiuxiang, fully demonstrating his good-man qualities. Then he told Xiuxiang that he had something to do at the publishing house and might have to stay out all night. He reluctantly said goodbye to his dear wife and went straight to Pianxian Pavilion."
—A celebration party. Afterwards, a group party—this wasn't just a publishing house affair, it was a big deal! And incidentally, "dealing with" the Flower Fairy—that was an even bigger, bigger, bigger deal!
Early summer night. The pavilion was still filled with the sounds of singing and dancing. The lights were on.
Zhao Yunbi was imprisoned. The Prince's faction was rendered powerless. The capital immediately became the domain of the Crown Prince's faction. The Night Demon Mother was very sensible. Hearing that Lord Tian Ding was paying for the party, she immediately lowered the price by 70%. Many beautiful girls from the Pavilion made their appearance. Even the Four Beauties, who rarely entertained guests, came to serve. For a time, the entire third floor was filled with the sounds of singing and dancing. Fragrant breezes wafted through the air. Girls came and went. Men drank and joked. The atmosphere of the party was extremely lively.
Sigh. Scholars really are all ladies' men. When compiling books, they're all so meticulous, so precise in their word choice. But once they're drinking and embracing girls, they all turn into beasts! Look at this! Look at this! Who is this? He's not only feeding girls mouth-to-mouth, but he's also grabbing inside their clothes; and over there! If you're not good-looking, at least hide your buttocks and breasts! He has to flip the girl over and grope her. How shameless…
Watching these beasts reveal their true colors after entering the brothel, even the seemingly untainted Fourth Brother, who hadn't embraced a single girl (or perhaps he looked down on them!), couldn't help but sigh.
"Brother Pang! Brother Pang! President!" Fan Zhongyan emerged from the crowd of women, stumbling and struggling past the pulling and tugging of a group of beautiful girls. He finally reached Pang's side, covered in "scars." His clothes and belt were ripped open, and there were two red lipstick marks on his neck.
"Oh dear, Brother Fan. We hit it off immediately. Calling him 'President' sounds too formal. It's better to address each other as brothers," Pang said with a grin. Editor-in-Chief Fan would be his right-hand man in revitalizing the Song Dynasty. From now on, he needed to firmly win him over, making him willingly and loyally follow his fourth brother.
Following his fourth brother meant money, women, and future promotions—the benefits were endless!
"Brother Pang, I...I already have a beautiful wife at home. This scene...is really...really..." The elderly Fan Zhongyan was actually a little shy, seemingly focused on his studies and rarely visiting brothels.
"Oh, what's wrong with that—" Pang laughed. As the eldest brother, it was only natural to reassure his younger brothers about their worries when taking them out for a bit of fun.
"A man's affairs are just for fun, not for marrying someone to compete for power, it's fine."
"But if my wife finds out I've spent the night in a brothel..."
"Oh dear, be carefree when you can, be romantic when you can, that's the kind of life a renowned scholar like you should enjoy. Look at Brother Yongshu, his romantic affair with Chen Shishi has spread throughout the capital, has anyone blamed him? No, even Prime Minister Lü might think, 'That Yongshu is promising!' And look at Liu Yong, the number one romantic talent in Jiangnan, how famous that name is, who in the Song Dynasty doesn't know him? Isn't it all because Liu Sanbian likes to indulge in pleasure, leaning on beauties, which pleases everyone?"
"Brother Fan, Brother Xiwen, your life can't continue to sink like this!" The fourth brother's words were like a wake-up call, jolting Fan Zhongyan awake and
clearing his bewildered eyes. "Your talent is no less than that of Yongshu or Liu Yong, yet you remain unknown because you're too rigid, too traditional, and out of touch with the times! Brother Xiwen, listen to me, a scholar should be romantic; only by being romantic can one truly deserve the title of a scholar!"
After his fourth brother's words, Fan Zhongyan felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, and suddenly everything became clear! He understood: a man should play the field, and a talented man should indulge in the pleasures of the world!
Pang patted his shoulder, and they exchanged a lewd smile that only men could understand. "Chuchu, Huaiyu, come and keep Lord Fan company, serve him well."
"Yes, Lord Tianding~" Chuchu, the most alluring of the four beauties, and Huaiyu, the most clingy, responded coquettishly, flanking him from both sides. One pulled Fan Zhongyan's hand to her chest, while the other pressed her entire body against his back, dragging him into the fragrant and decadent mass of women.
The core members of the editorial and publishing departments were all inside reveling with the girls. The always upright Fourth Brother did not join them, standing on the balcony outside, gazing at the beautiful starry night sky.
Damn it! Gao Laosan and Qian Laosi. Where are those bastards? They've been partying for so long, and they still haven't come!
I'm a major shareholder... As acting president and executive vice president (the president is none other than Marquis Anle), I've been running around doing all this, hosting the celebration, arranging the party, even finding girls for the brothers! And these two small shareholders dared to stand me up! I sent someone to notify them long ago, but they didn't even show up!
What does this mean? Disgusting. Fourth Brother? They're not giving Fourth Brother any face!
This is a celebration! Don't they understand? All the shareholders need to show their respect for their subordinates, to give them confidence, and to boost their morale. Fourth Brother's good intentions—how can these two spoiled brats not understand?!
—Damn it! If the other two shareholders don't come, I'll have to pay 50,000 guan for the bonus and the venue rental all by myself!!!
Fourth Brother was furious.
Then something even more infuriating happened.
"Thump thump thump thump—thump bang!" Rapid footsteps approached quickly, followed by a loud bang.
It was a loud bang, of course. The noise in the third-floor hall instantly ceased, and the people who had been enjoying themselves stopped and all looked towards the source of the sound—the stairwell.
At the stairwell, a well-dressed servant lay panting on the ground, apparently having slipped and fallen flat on his face while running too fast. Fourth Brother initially thought it was some ignorant servant causing trouble and called for someone to throw him down the stairs. But upon closer inspection, he realized, "Damn, it's Gao Dawei!"
"Dawei! What happened to you? Where's your master?" Chuixue rushed over to help him up.
Gao Dawei raised his head, looking like he'd just lost his parents: "...My young master has...has been arrested!"
"What!?" Pang didn't hear him immediately. "Say it again!"
"Fourth Master—" Gao Dawei wailed, scrambling forward and grabbing Pang's leg, crying out like a mourner, "My master has been arrested, arrested!"
The hall fell silent. The core members who had been playing happily with the girls were all stunned.
"Nonsense!" Pang flicked his sleeve and walked over coldly. "
Third Master Gao is the son of the Grand Commandant of the court, always law-abiding. Who would dare arrest him without cause!"
"It's Kaifeng..." Gao Dawei only managed two words before Fourth Brother kicked him away.
Damn it, stirring up trouble and affecting morale, he deserved to be kicked to death!
"Chuixue, drag him away! It's one thing that Gao Laosan couldn't come back from his lover's place for the night, but this kid dared to make up lies and lie to us! He deserves a beating!"
Despite this sudden turn of events, Fourth Brother remained remarkably calm, showing not a trace of panic or surprise. What else could he do? He'd be wailing in despair just like Gao Dawei, and wouldn't that have been a waste of over 70,000 guan to boost morale (he'd even paid over 20,000 for the entire building rental; he wasn't one to renege on his debts by abusing his power)! Damn it, Bao Zheng, you've got guts! You even dare to mess with our Crown Prince's men!
Fourth Brother really wanted to kill his way to Kaifeng Prefecture, skin Bao Zheng alive, chop him up, and feed him to the dogs, but of course, he still smiled: "Come on, everyone, let's continue, let's continue! It's alright, let's drink, play drinking games, have fun!"
With the leader having spoken, what doubts did the core members have? They continued eating, drinking, and having fun.
They flirted and lewdly indulged in their lust, embracing the girls. The upright Fourth Brother, however, refused to join them. He planned to find an opportunity to escape and storm Kaifeng Prefecture to demand justice and release his master. But before he could even find a place to ask Gao Dawei why his master had been arrested, "Thump thump thump thump—thump bang!" Another thud.
This time, it was Qian Shicai who had fallen.
Before Fourth Brother could even kick him, Qian Shicai cried out, his cries even more desperate than Gao Dawei's: "Fourth Master, it's terrible! My master has been arrested by Kaifeng Prefecture—"
This time, even Fourth Brother couldn't hide it anymore.

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