[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 21

Chapter 146 Double Flight, Virginity Loss.

When Pang Yu opened his eyes, it was already the next morning. Bright sunlight streamed in through the window, waking him from his deep sleep—no, not just deep sleep, but completely naked.
The fourth brother felt a chill all over his body and instinctively reached for his clothes. But what he touched wasn't his servant's blue robe and hat, but the beautiful young woman sleeping beside him!
The fourth brother was startled, jumping up as if electrocuted, the groggy state he'd been in when he woke up instantly gone.
He turned his head and looked at the girl on the bed beside him.
Her delicate, oval face was flawless, her skin as smooth as snow, as translucent as jade, her features clearly defined as if deliberately sculpted. She couldn't be more than fourteen years old. Her jet-black hair cascaded lazily across the pillow and blankets, highlighting her exposed jade-like face and lips, and her snow-white arms were even more captivating.
The pretty young girl was still asleep in the spring breeze, her delicate face showing traces of tears, yet filled with a sense of satisfaction and tranquility after a storm, radiating a captivating beauty.
Pang Yu pressed his forehead and cried out, "My God!
What on earth did I do to this girl who wasn't even fourteen last night?!"
He tremblingly reached out and pulled back the blanket covering the girl.
Youthful vitality, perfectly proportioned, the beautiful curves of her breasts immediately came into view. It had to be said that the girl's development far surpassed that of her peers. Beneath her delicate, pink and smooth breasts and small, beautiful buttocks, the sheets...
revealed traces of fallen blood!
Pang Yu's heart suddenly raced a thousand times. He thought, "I'm still a virgin! My first time can't be lost so carelessly at the Seven Show Pavilion!
And... who is this girl? Why am I with her...
wait a minute. This is the right side. Just now, what I touched seemed to be... the left!"
Pang Yu turned his head. There was
another one lying on his left!
Also a beautiful young woman, not even fourteen. The blanket was pulled back, revealing bloodstains all over the bed.
Pang Yu was going crazy. His first reaction was—run!
He wasn't some stupid protagonist in a novel who would foolishly rush to hug a dead person and get caught as a murderer. Similarly, in this situation, Fourth Brother wouldn't just stand there dumbfounded, waiting to be caught in the act!
He looked around. He wanted to find some clothes to wear and run, or if that didn't work, he could find some pants to cover himself with or a sheet to cover himself with—anything to get out of there quickly, he couldn't stay any longer!
But as soon as he stood up, he startled the young woman on his left, the one whose virginity he had taken. The young woman sat up, the blanket slipping down to her slender waist, revealing her delicate, youthful upper body. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at his face, and spoke in a soft, sweet, and melodious voice. A shy and hesitant voice said, "This humble servant, Ajiao, greets Young Master." She bowed shyly, yet couldn't help stealing glances at Pang Yu's imposing figure.
Just as she finished speaking,
a soft moan from another beautiful young woman awoke behind her. Pang Yu turned around stiffly. The young woman's bright eyes met his, and she immediately lowered them in fright, her heart pounding, a mixture of shyness and joy on her face—a captivatingly alluring girlish charm.
"Last night...what did I do?" he asked, a hint of lingering fear in his voice.
Both young women lowered their heads simultaneously, their faces flushed crimson. Even their ears and necks seemed to burn.
Good heavens—Pang Yu wanted to cry.
"Lord Tian Ding, you dare not admit to the good deed you've done?" A clear, icy voice rang out from outside the door, then the door opened, and Zou Xiyun, dressed in black, walked in, staring coldly at him.
Completely different from yesterday's attitude, the black-clad beauty's words were filled with an undisguised, chilling anger: "Last night, after watching the song and dance, you made advances towards my two maids. Just then, guests arrived outside, and Xi Yun thought that Lord Tian Ding was somewhat of a gentleman. She figured you'd only take a little advantage and wouldn't do anything outrageous. So she went to the front hall to greet the guests, leaving A Jiao and Wen Wen to accompany you. Who knew you would... would commit such a beastly act!"
"You're lying!" Hearing her words, he was convinced it was a conspiracy. He was always certain of his memory; he had indeed fainted after watching the song and dance yesterday. There were no A Jiao or Wen Wen. And no advances! It was clearly Zou Xi Yun who had framed him. First, she deliberately put him at a disadvantage verbally to reduce his suspicion. Then, she used the song and dance to lure him into drinking tea laced with sleeping potion, or... aphrodisiac, and then...
Pang Yu suddenly awoke, a chill running down his spine.
Yes, that's right, it's a conspiracy! Otherwise, it's impossible that after talking for so long yesterday, Zou Xiyun wouldn't have mentioned Hua Xiangrong at all—she didn't mention it because she had a way to force him to submit!
Just think about it, a mere servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion, in the Seven Show Pavilion where all the girls sell their art but not their bodies, raped two girls under the age of fourteen.
If word got out, would Pang Yu still have any face left?!
Not even fourteen years old, fourteen years old, this is truly worse than an animal!!!
Pang Yu looked up at Zou Xiyun, who was sneering at him.
"Tell me, what are you going to do now? Ajiao and Wenwen, you've ruined them like this, how are you going to compensate them!" Zou Xiyun's phoenix eyes were like frost, her icy aura comparable to that of a fairy.
The two girls beside her hugged each other, their pretty eyes filled with tears and resentment.
"What do you want me to do?" Pang Yu asked in a low voice.
"It's simple." Zou Xiyun shrugged slightly. "They are from my Seven Showers Pavilion. You've defiled them, so you owe the Seven Showers Pavilion a debt. Be a good gigolo for us and stop hoping to have your way with everyone!"
Pang Yu could easily understand her meaning and was filled with regret.
Damn it, he had underestimated this woman. Her shyness, pleading, and pleas yesterday were all an act, a deception to fool him!
Seeing Pang Yu remain silent, only filled with regret and annoyance, Zou Xiyun sneered even more. "The facts are undeniable. Do you still want to deny it? Do you want me to spread the word so that the whole capital can see your beastly face!" She glared at him and scolded him, as if justice was on her side.
"Apologize? Hahaha, hahahaha—" Unexpectedly, Pang Yu suddenly burst into laughter.
"What are you laughing at?" Zou Xiyun stared at him, who was somewhat frantic, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Pang Yu stood up, completely naked, staring intently into Zou Xiyun's eyes with extreme arrogance and coldness: "Last night I was drugged and passed out, sleeping soundly until dawn. I didn't do anything! The blood on their bodies was just pigeon blood you prepared beforehand, wasn't it? It's different in color and smell from a virgin's blood. I've served the Marquis for so long, how could I not know? And the two young girls' expressions... they only knew how to be shy and bashful, but they never..." Frowning and gritting her teeth, she thought, "After my first night, wouldn't that place hurt?" "Hmph, I pretended to be oblivious, just teasing you. I didn't expect you to take it seriously. How laughable! Hahaha!"
Amidst his maniacal laughter, Pang Yu grabbed Zou Xiyun's delicate chin, forcing her to tilt her head back. His cherry lips were right in front of his erect member. He looked down at her, enunciating each word clearly, and said, "Miss Zou, remember this, remember it well. Standing before you now is the smartest person in the world. Please don't insult his intelligence, okay?"

Chapter 147: Naked Battle with Xiyun

"Let me go—" Zou Xiyun, unable to bear the humiliation, waved her small hands and desperately hit him.
Pang Yu let her hit him, it was like a tickle, he felt nothing. He lewdly laughed, "Good Xi Yun, let me tell you, a strong sixteen-year-old boy like me, who slept with two women last night, can definitely last half the night. This morning, there's no way I can get it up again. But look, look, is it hard enough? Huh?"
"Let go, you lecher, you villain, you scoundrel!" Looking at the completely naked, masculine body in front of her, Zou Xi Yun blushed with shame. Hitting him was useless, so she resorted to
pinching him. Her fair, smooth, white fingers pinched Pang Yu's thigh hard, her grip was vicious. Pang Yu was enraged by her pinching. He grabbed her soft, fair wrist and sneered, "Try moving again, believe me, I'll push you away right now!" He had been drugged and "held" by Zou Xi Yun, missing his date with Hua Xiang Rong last night, and he was furious. Especially thinking of the alluring and seductive charm of the flower fairy, who had definitely offered herself to him last night, allowing him to "sexually harass" her all night, Pang Yu immediately felt a burning heat in his lower abdomen. His already erect penis became even more throbbing, and he couldn't wait to find some compensation on the masked beauty.
"Let me go—let me go—" Zou Xiyun struggled incessantly.
Pang Yu grinned: "You dared to scheme against me, you should know the consequences. Fourth Brother is very angry, and the consequences will be severe!" He jumped off the bed, grabbed her rounded shoulders, and tried to press her onto the bed.
The two girls on the bed screamed in fright at this sight, at a loss for what to do.
It seemed that Zou Xiyun wanted to negotiate with Pang Yu alone, or perhaps to save face for the "sleeping companion" girls, she only came in alone, which was completely giving Pang Yu an opportunity to abuse her!
Fourth Brother had always been a gentleman, unwilling and disdaining to do such things, but since Zou Xiyun had schemed against him first, the nature of the problem had completely changed!
It wasn't that he was lustful and forced himself on Zou Xiyun. It was Zou Xiyun's own audacity in daring to offend him that brought this retribution upon her! It was only
right for Fourth Brother to violate her now!
Pang Yu pushed Zou Xiyun down onto the bed. The first thing he did was to pull off the thin veil covering her face.
Fourth Brother desperately wanted to see her. From the first time he saw this beauty, she had been veiled, yet even through the light veil, she still dazzled him. What kind of beautiful face was she!
Zou Xiyun desperately pushed him away, refusing to let him succeed. Her delicate hands covered her cheeks, refusing to let go.
Pang Yu became even more enraged by her resistance. He leaned over, preparing to force a kiss on her. Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a ring on her ring finger.
The ring's material was very strange. It was pure white, like snow. It lacked the warmth of ivory or pearls, and it wasn't like the clarity of jade or agate. The ring's carving was extremely exquisite. The carving depicted a phoenix and a phoenix (like the qilin, the phoenix is a general term for both male and female; the male is called Feng, and the female Huang, together they are called Fenghuang). The phoenix's head, the swallow's chin, and the qilin's rump were all incredibly lifelike. The phoenix stood on the left, and the phoenix on the right, their wings intertwined, lying at the top, necks entwined. Fourth Brother, with his sharp eyes, vaguely saw a few lines of small characters carved below where the phoenixes' necks were entwined. However, the characters were so small that they would be impossible to see without close inspection under a lamp.
Zou Xiyun noticed him staring at the ring. Her pretty face suddenly changed color. Her previously flustered eyes instantly turned icy. Just then, a light cough sounded outside the window. It turned out to be Dilong Wu, who had been waiting outside for his young master for a long time and had secretly sneaked in during the night to guard Pang Yu on the roof all night!
The icy coldness dissipated, and Zou Xiyun regained her composure. As her veil was about to be lifted, a single tear slid down her cheek, down her delicate white face, and onto the pillow.
A woman's tears are always the best weapon against a man.
Upon seeing this, Fourth Brother's heart softened instantly, and he involuntarily released her hand.
Zou Xiyun cried even harder, large tears falling silently.
"Hey, hey, what are you crying for? I was just teasing you. Don't take it seriously." As a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant, Pang Yu simply couldn't bear to engage in such beastly behavior. He sat back on the bed, retreated further, covered his exposed lower body with the blanket, and casually tossed another blanket to Zou Xiyun.
"Cover yourself up, don't try to seduce me while you're disheveled."
Zou Xiyun burst into laughter through her tears, her beautiful eyes, with their curved eyelashes red, glaring at him fiercely: "Who seduced you? You clearly forced yourself on me."
"Nonsense, I'm a gentleman."
"How would a gentleman know the blood was from a pigeon?" Zou Xiyun looked at him with a charming smile, while simultaneously giving him a wink. The two girls quickly put on their undergarments and ran out in embarrassment.
Pang Yu had to admit that women could change their expressions incredibly quickly. Just a moment ago, she was crying her eyes out, and in the blink of an eye, she was smiling like a spring flower!
"I guessed." He rolled his eyes.
"Nonsense!" Zou Xiyun huffed angrily.
Pang Yu's shamelessness had reached new heights. He laughed nonchalantly, "I know Miss Zou is a person of high moral character, and wouldn't sacrifice the chastity of her subordinates to use her beauty to ensnare me."
Zou Xiyun's beautiful eyes darted around, and she replied in the same tone, "Young Master Pang is a sincere man, surely you wouldn't deny spending the night in Xiyun's boudoir at Qixiufang last night, and that this morning you woke up with a pair of beautiful young dancers beside you." She then sat down on the edge of the bed, acting as if she were coercing him into submission.
Force me? Pang Yu smiled wickedly, shamelessly reaching out to touch her face again. Zou Xiyun was startled and tried to pull away, but unexpectedly, Pang Yu suddenly moved down, grabbing her hand and gazing into her beautiful eyes: "I wouldn't deny that I kissed your beautiful face, Miss Zou. And that I sat naked on the bed with you, holding your little hand, pulling you into the covers..." As he spoke, he actually pulled her forcefully.
Zou Xiyun's long, smooth wrists and arms were indescribably beautiful. Aside from gently caressing them with his fingertips, feeling the delicate, trembling skin, even a rough touch would be considered a desecration, let alone brute force. But Fourth Brother had that same sense of desecration about beautiful women; the more aloof and untouchable she was, the more he wanted to tease and play with her.
"If you dare admit to defiling Xiyun, sir, you might as well say so," Zou Xiyun said calmly, her autumn eyes fixed on him.
"You think I'm afraid? Hmph. This young master has the thickest skin," Pang Yu chuckled slyly, increasing the pressure on her hands, greedily enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin. However, seeing the growing chill in Zou Xiyun's eyes, he felt embarrassed to continue his advances, giving her a couple more hard gropes before letting go.
Zou Xiyun straightened her disheveled clothes. Yingying stood up, composed herself, and gave Pang Yu a half-bow: "Please forgive me, young master. I was truly afraid you would side with Pianxian Pavilion, so I had no choice but to resort to this tactic."
She had already touched his small hand and taken liberties with his body; how could Fourth Brother not "forgive" her?
"Oh, oh, oh, it's alright, it's alright, a gentleman doesn't hold a grudge… a beauty's transgression, a gentleman doesn't hold a grudge against a beauty, hahaha!"
Zou Xiyun bowed again. Her head bowed, her delicate eyebrows visible through the thin veil, her eyes like pools of autumn water. And her graceful, boneless figure, honed by years of music and dance, made Pang Yu's heart pound wildly.
When a man acts impulsively, he no longer needs to consider his words.
"I can now, on behalf of the Marquis, promise you that I will serve as your male prostitute at the Seven Show Pavilion in tomorrow's Flower Queen Competition."
"Is this true?" Zou Xiyun's beautiful eyes shone with uncontrollable joy.
Pang Yu habitually patted his chest: "A gentleman's word!"
"A swift whip." Zou Xiyun replied with a charming smile.
“However, I have a condition.” Pang Yu suddenly laughed, a laugh as ambiguous and lewd as ever, staring at Zou Xiyun’s incomparably beautiful face behind the thin veil with a very hot gaze, like that of someone looking at prey.
Zou Xiyun knew exactly what he meant. Her face flushed slightly as she whispered, "If I win the courtesan competition, then...then...I'll serve you...for one night."
She struggled to suppress her embarrassment and stammered out the words.
"Not one night, but a year! Be my woman for a year!" Pang Yu sneered, naked in front of Zou Xiyun, making outrageous demands—his earlier impulsiveness was just a facade, an act for show. Behind the impulsiveness lay his wild possessiveness; all the beautiful things in the world, especially women,
belonged to Fourth Brother!
"No...this...no..." Zou Xiyun's face turned bright red.
"You won't agree? Fine. Then I'll leave." Pang Yu stood up naked.
"Ah—" Zou Xiyun screamed in fright at the sight of the imposing figure before her.
Fourth Brother didn't care about her, fumbling around for his clothes.
"You...you sit back down...sit back down!" Zou Xiyun screamed.
"Clothes, clothes, clothes, where are they----" Pang Yu pretended not to hear, groping around like a mantra, groping and groping until he reached Zou Xiyun.
Zou Xiyun, a naive young girl, had never seen such a shameful scene before. A naked man with his arms outstretched was pouncing on her. Normally, she would have run away in fright or called for someone to drag him out and beat him, but she needed his help. She couldn't leave, and she couldn't chase him away...
"Okay. I... I promise you."
Really forced into a corner, Zou Xiyun bit her pink lips. Her face was flushed as she agreed to him. The thin silk veil covering her face seemed not to exist, and even through it, one could see the cherry blossom color underneath.
Pang Yu was extremely proud, hands on his hips, laughing loudly. No sooner had Pang Yu
left than Zou Xiyun hadn't even had time to call someone to clean up the mess on the embroidered couch when a beautiful figure appeared behind her like a ghost. It was none other than one of the nine dancers from yesterday's "Nine Heavens Flying Fairy" performance.
"Young Master is truly brilliant. With a simple trick, you've found scapegoats for everyone without the sisters having to sell their beauty." She knelt on one knee before Zou Xiyun, her expression utterly humble.
Zou Xiyun stood silently, her beautiful eyes fixed on the south window. The panic and shyness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness like the eternal ice on the summit of Tianshan Mountain.
"Pass down the word, tell everyone to prepare. Tomorrow is our once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Chapter 148 Rear Entry, Reunion with the Flower Demoness

After leaving the Seven Show Pavilion, Pang Yu summoned Long Wu and questioned him about what had happened the previous night.
Long Wu seemed to be a good subordinate, truly. When the young master went in to meet a beauty, he waited outside; when the young master enjoyed music and dance, he waited outside; when the young master slept with someone, he still waited outside!
He had been waiting for his young master for a long time, and suspecting something had happened, he sneaked in at night to rescue him and leave. However, seeing his young master lying on a soft, warm bed, embracing two young girls and sleeping together, he immediately and sensibly withdrew, diligently guarding the house all night.
Then, the difference became immediately apparent. Both were servants, but Chuixue, seeing his master's absence, assumed he was spending the night there and became tempted. Knowing that the Seven Show Brothel didn't sell women, he excused himself to use the restroom and slipped away to the neighboring Lan Gui Brothel for a night of pleasure.
So, when Pang Yu, unable to find anyone to drive the carriage, stormed in to settle accounts, Chuixue was also sound asleep on the bed with two girls, though the girls were clearly far less attractive.
What happened next is easy to guess: Chuixue received a severe beating from his master, his buttocks and face both suffering, his monthly salary was deducted, and he had to pay for the night's services himself.
After nearly half an hour of this ordeal, Pang Yu and his group finally returned to the Grand Tutor's mansion. From afar, they saw the luxurious carriage from Pianxian Pavilion parked at the gate. "
Oh no!" Pang Yu thought, realizing he'd made plans to spend the night with Hua Xiangrong.
"Sigh, being handsome and popular is such a hassle," he thought. "
I stood her up, and she still showed up at my door, practically begging for my attention."
Even so, Pang Yu felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't very well have left her lonely, sleepless, and longing for him all night .
So, while the two carriages were still some distance apart, Pang Yu jumped down and rushed to Hua Xiangrong's carriage.
"Rongrong, I'm late! I'll make it up to you now—" He eagerly lifted the curtain and jumped inside. He probably wouldn't have been afraid of being seen by the gatekeeper and reported to his father. His father would have criticized him for neglecting his duties. Nangong Bufang... He went off to mess around with other women. He'd already taken off his clothes and pants.
Uh. These past few days with Hua Xiangrong in the carriage, we'd gotten tired of the foreplay. Let's get straight to the point.
The curtain was lifted. Pang Yu was stunned. His mouth hung open for a long time, unable to utter a word.
What's going on? Could it be that the Flower Fairy was also impatient, waiting inside naked?
Hmm. The Flower Fairy was sitting inside waiting for him. And she was dressed very thinly, very sheerly, very alluringly. A black silk gauze draped over her body from head to toe. Her snow-white, plump skin was faintly visible. If she were wearing a pair of the long, black stockings that Pang Yu "in his previous life" loved the most, he was guaranteed to have a nosebleed on the spot.
However, there was another person sitting next to the Flower Fairy, dressed simply and plainly but still pretty. When she saw Pang Yu lift the curtain and come in, her little face immediately lit up with joy.
"Brother Pang----" she called out happily, naturally referring to Xiuxiang.
Pang Yu's expression changed drastically, instantly transforming from a lewd look to a warm, loving smile before quickly turning away. He then launched into a tirade.
"Chuixue! Who the hell were you yelling at just now? Did you bring up your sleep-talking about prostitutes last night?"
"Ah? Ah ah? Fourth Brother, I...no...ouch----"
Chuixue had just arrived in his car, completely bewildered. He tried to explain but received a sharp rap on the forehead, followed by a hard kick to the buttocks from Pang Yu, sending him flying two zhang away.
"Fourth Brother, I..." He clutched his buttocks, looking aggrieved, still trying to plead his case, but Pang Yu simply stretched out a hand. He waved it at him first, then clenched it tightly, and pointed, meaning: If you say another word, I'll kill you!
Chuixue was so frightened that he covered his mouth, falling silent, feeling utterly wronged, taking the blame for his master's misdeeds.
Having successfully shirked responsibility, Pang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed into the car with a hearty laugh. He grabbed Xiu Xiang's soft waist and said, "My darling. Why did you come out?"
Di Xiu Xiang blushed instantly at his intimate embrace in public. She nestled shyly against Pang Yu's chest and murmured, "Brother Pang, I... I heard from Wan Ren Di that a girl named Xiang Rong is waiting for you at the door... she's been coming every day for three days now... and seeing you hadn't returned, she was worried Xiang Rong was getting impatient, so she came out to talk to her..."
"Xiu Xiang is so kind. Brother Pang will definitely thank you properly when we get back." Pang Yu was deeply moved, thinking that Xiu Xiang was truly born to be a wife; even before they were married, she already knew how to appease her husband's sisters in the harem! He hugged her tighter with gratitude, squeezing her soft little hand. He emphasized the word "thank you" while cursing inwardly, "Damn it, you bastard! How dare you gossip in front of Xiuxiang! You almost got me killed! Just wait till I get back to the manor... Hmph, you'd better eat steamed buns for a month straight, don't even think about seeing meat or oil!"
Di Xiuxiang blushed even more, knowing that Brother Pang's so-called "thank you" was nothing more than a kiss when they got back, or a couple of quick "rewards" like taking a few bites off her, which always made her feel weak all over and her heart flutter.
"Oh my, I didn't realize Young Master Pang and Miss Xiuxiang were so intimate." Hua Xiangrong covered her cherry lips and giggled, occasionally winking at Pang Yu, her two full breasts bouncing under his eyelids.
*Witch! You slut! You whore!* Seducing me in front of my wife!
Fourth Brother was furious, the consequences would be severe. He was just about to take Xiuxiang back first, and then deal with that vixen, when he heard Xiuxiang affectionately pull Hua Xiangrong's hand, saying, "Miss Xiangrong, you've come to see Brother Pang, why don't you come inside? Waiting in the carriage is tiring. Since you've come to visit Brother Pang, we should show you proper hospitality."
"No, no, I'm just a lowly courtesan, how dare I step into the Grand Tutor's mansion?" Hua Xiangrong spoke softly, a rare occurrence, but the corners of her phoenix eyes gleamed with a threatening glint in them at Pang Yu. *
Witch, what are you trying to do!
* Pang Yu glared at her fiercely.
"Actually, it's like this. Last night, Young Master Pang and I made an appointment..."
"We made an appointment for Miss Xiangrong to help me pick out a few clothes so I could buy them for you." Pang Yu interrupted her loudly, wishing he could curse her out loud—you bitch, you bitch! It's just that I stood you up, why did you have to go and complain to my wife? To ruin someone else's family harmony?
"Xiuxiang, why don't you go back first?" He whispered softly in Xiuxiang's ear, "Brother Pang has been busy all night for the Marquis's matter, and his stomach is growling. He really wants to eat the noodles you cook."
"No rush. Miss Xiuxiang, let's chat a little longer, okay?" Hua Xiangrong used her soft, boneless hands to "snatch" Di Xiuxiang from Pang Yu's arms, smiling charmingly.
She was not only adept at seducing men, but also at tempting women. For some reason, despite being worried about Pang Ge's hunger, Di Xiuxiang still wanted to stay in the carriage, saying hesitantly, "Pang Ge, I...can I talk to Sister Xiangrong a little longer?"
"Oh, I'm hungry. I'm dizzy, oh, oh—" Pang Yu leaned weakly against the carriage, feigning death. He couldn't help it; the Flower Demoness was clearly seeking revenge for his broken promise last night, deliberately sowing discord between Xiuxiang and him. If she revealed that the two had arranged to do *that* at Pianxian Pavilion last night, and that they had already "done" almost everything in the carriage a couple of days ago, who knew how Xiuxiang would misunderstand his Pang Ge?
Damn it, if Wanren Di wasn't only interested in food and not women, Pang Yu really must have used some kind of trickery by the Flower Demoness. He deliberately tricked him into the carriage—no, lust is easier to exploit than food. He could just bring a food basket filled with some delicious treats, and Wanrendi could sell him out completely!
"Brother Pang, are you really hungry?" Xiuxiang asked anxiously, grabbing his hand with concern. "
Hungry? Of course I'm hungry! Brother Pang was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even eat dinner." Pang Yu clutched his stomach, looking aggrieved. Fourth Brother wasn't lying; he'd been so absorbed in watching the dance that he'd fainted and didn't wake up until morning. He was starving, and on the way, he'd only eaten two large baskets of soup dumplings from "First Floor" and a huge bowl of braised carp noodles. He still had room for more, enough to add Xiuxiang's lovingly made soup noodles.
Hua Xiangrong glanced at him with a charming look, giggling as she interjected, "Is that so? Young Master Pang was very busy last night? I wonder where you were working so hard? I heard from the servants that you went to…"
Pang Yu was afraid she'd let something slip. She shouted, "Regarding the publication of the Great Song Dynasty Weekly, my brother Yong and I visited Lord Fan last night. We talked with him by candlelight all night long! Oh dear, I'm hungry again, oh dear, I'm starving... Ah, what's this? Stars? How come there are stars in the carriage!"
When Di Xiuxiang heard that Brother Pang was so hungry that he was seeing stars, she panicked and said, "Brother Pang, please don't, please don't... Oh, Xiuxiang will go cook noodles for you right away... Brother Pang, I'm going right now!"
"Xiuxiang, you're so kind." Pang Yu gratefully grabbed her hand, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Sister Rongrong, then... I'll go first..."
"Oh dear, stars, stars everywhere----" Pang Yu exclaimed, and Di Xiuxiang didn't even have time to say goodbye before hurriedly getting out of the carriage and rushing to the kitchen to make him breakfast.
As soon as Xiuxiang left, Pang Yu's "starving and dizzy" eyes immediately recovered.
"Rongrong, Sister Rongrong----" He imitated Xiuxiang's tone, staring coldly at Hua Xiangrong. Hua Xiangrong smiled charmingly at him, her slender fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her temple, making her fair and delicate cheeks appear even more fair and tender, like jade. Then, suddenly, her cheeks flushed crimson, like peach blossoms, the change so swift that he couldn't react in time.
Seeing Pang Yu staring blankly, Hua Xiangrong chuckled, blinked, and her beautiful face held a hint of cunning: "What's wrong? Why are you staring like a fool? Aren't you your favorite... Ah!"
Suddenly, Pang Yu pounced on her, pushing her down in the carriage, her face and back in a prone position, her knees on the ground, her slender waist and breasts pressed against the soft mat, her two snowy buttocks raised high, in a lewd position of rear entry, like a little bitch stripped naked and waiting to be plucked.
Pang Yu pressed down on her from behind, his heavy, lewd breaths escaping her ear.
"Come on, baby, let's finish what we didn't do last night."

Chapter 149 Hidden Rules, Review Strategy (Part 1)

Hua Xiangrong was pinned down in the car by Pang Yu, like a little dove caught in a cat's claws. Her black gauze dress was roughly torn open, revealing her delicate, snow-white neck, which was both slender like a goose and extremely voluptuous. Her bare shoulders were like a ball of snow, and her collarbone was just a small part of her skin, plump and smooth.
Pang Yu turned her over and straddled her. With her delicate breaths, her breasts bounced up and down, and when you touched them, you felt an indescribable sticky sensation, as if you were tossing half-melted snow. Her breasts were protruding and soft, extremely proud.
Pang Yu couldn't help but compare her to Nangong Qinyi. The sight of her in the bathroom that day revealed Nangong Qinyi's near-perfect proportions—slender yet voluptuous, perfectly proportioned. Any difference would have been a flaw, a true gem. Hua Xiangrong lacked her elegance and grace, her fair skin almost matching, but her fullness surpassed her. Just looking at her made his crotch ache with desire, and he couldn't resist stripping her clothes to "commit his crime."
Hua Xiangrong let him mount her without resistance, only smiling seductively at him, a playful glint in her alluring smile: "Young master, you're so naughty! Even while Xiuxiang is cooking noodles, you take the opportunity to seduce her."
Pang Yu thought, "Yes, what if Xiuxiang finishes cooking the noodles and brings them out, only to see her beloved Pang Yu being seduced by a vixen, engaging in debauchery in the carriage? She'll be heartbroken, in pain, and miserable. "
Damn it, he'd dug his own grave.
"Ahem!" He quickly "got off" Hua Xiangrong's alluring body, stepped aside, coughed twice, and said in a loud voice, "Miss Xiangrong, what's the matter? We're all destined to meet, and we hit it off immediately. Although this is only our second meeting, if a lowly servant like me can help you, just say so. Helping those in distress and upholding justice are what the Marquis has always taught me."
Hua Xiangrong chuckled, a mischievous and beautiful curve forming on her lips: "By now, Xiuxiang is probably still in the kitchen. Who are you pretending for? Hehehehe----"
"Enough nonsense! You've come to see me so early in the morning. What do you want?" Pang Yu couldn't help but ask sharply. He knew he couldn't do anything to Hua Xiangrong this morning, so he decided not to try. Otherwise, being teased by the enchanting Hua Xiangrong and having nowhere to vent his frustration would only make him suffer.
"I've come to see you... naturally because it's something important." Hua Xiangrong sat up. She stretched languidly, revealing her graceful figure, her snow-white arms peeking through the gossamer-thin black gauze. Her skin was smooth and supple, her curves full and lustrous, and in the dim light of the carriage, it seemed to gleam with a soft luster, like ivory.
Pang Yu swallowed hard.
"What is it? Speak quickly!" he urged impatiently.
"It's like this... I..." Hua Xiangrong said a few words before her curvaceous and fiery body leaned closer again. Fourth Brother had finally calmed down, but she was seducing him instead. "Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing? Don't come any closer. We're not related. It's better to keep some distance." Pang Yuyi reprimanded him sternly, shrinking back even further.
"Oh dear. Young Master Pang. Fourth Brother, what are you avoiding? I just want to get closer and talk to you. I won't eat you. Hehehehehe----" Hua Xiangrong laughed hysterically, raising her fair, milky-white hand to cover her mouth. Her loosely clenched palm was as red as a freshly peeled pomegranate, making one want to grab it and bite it.
"You really think I wouldn't dare?" Pang Yu was furious. He spotted the direction the flower demon was approaching, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away. Hua Xiangrong let out a soft "Eek!" and twisted her arm, gracefully sitting on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fair face flushed, and her breathing quickened.
"What is it? Speak quickly!" Pang Yu glared at her, impatiently demanding.
"This servant...this servant...hehehe----" Hua Xiangrong giggled seductively, grabbing Pang Yu's hand and pulling it towards her heavy, snow-white breasts.
"Ahhhhh, rape! Indecent assault!" "Woman..." Before Pang Yu could even utter "woman hooligan," his habitually wicked hand was "forced" to seize her soft, massive breasts, as if kneading a ball of snow. His fingertips circled and slid over her soft, delicate, rosy, and erect nipples.
"Ah, gently... gently, don't..."
Hua Xiangrong cried softly, biting her full lips, suppressing her shyness, and pulled his wicked hand away from her clothes, bringing with it a piece of crimson silk handkerchief.
The handkerchief seemed to be her most intimate possession, pressing against her snowy skin through her undergarments, soaking in her fragrant, light sweat, and then steamed by her warm body temperature. The entire handkerchief was filled with that warm, rich, and sweet fragrance. Pang Yu almost climaxed at the smell. The enchanting scene in the carriage a couple of days ago surged into his mind again. He grabbed it and took a few deep sniffs, unwilling to let go.
"Still sniffing? Look at the words—" Hua Xiangrong said coquettishly.
Pang Yu then noticed two rows of delicate, bright red characters on the thin silk, carefully drawn with the smallest brush dipped in vermilion. The characters were separated by two or three characters, resembling names.
"What is this?" he asked.
"The judges' list for tomorrow's competition." Pang
Yu was suddenly startled!
As the most outstanding transmigrated youth of the Song Dynasty, Pang Yu, who was already tired of talent shows like "woman-sucking contest" and "quick-ejaculating contest," had long harbored thoughts of bribing judges and manipulating the competition. Especially after making the "agreement" with Zou Xiyun, he couldn't wait to find the judges, have a chat, and smooth things over with them one by one.
Damn it, even the tough guy Zeng Ge could make it into the top 20, so how could my Xiyun, with her good looks, charm, and superb dancing skills, not take first place?
But on the way back, he asked Chuixue, who was practically a "capital city expert," about it. Chuixue replied that she didn't know who the judges for tomorrow's competition would be. Because the judges for the Flower Queen Competition had always been different, including high-ranking officials, literati, rising young talents, and scions of powerful families. But even if someone was selected to be a judge, they would still have to... They wouldn't receive the notification until the night before the Flower Queen Contest.
So bribing the judges beforehand to manipulate the results was simply impossible!
Pang Yu, of course, also asked him who organized the Flower Queen Contest and who selected the judges. Chuixue replied, "I don't know," because the Jiaofangsi, nominally the organizer of the Flower Queen Contest, was a small government office that even second-rate young masters in the capital could manipulate at will. Yet, over the years, even when his master wanted to secure a good ranking for his favorite girl, he always failed!
He had originally planned to return home, then storm the Jiaofangsi to find out the truth—a simple gesture with the Fish Intestine Sword, telling someone that if they didn't answer well, they'd be limbed, blinded, mutilated, given a drug to make them mute, and thrown into the latrine as a human pig—few would dare lie. But Pang Yu never dreamed that Hua Xiangrong would get to the judges' list before him!
"This list… is it real? Don't try to fool me."
"I'm counting on this to win the Flower Queen title, how could it be fake?" Hua Xiangrong giggled sweetly, hooking her arm around his collar and pulling him closer, her fragrant, delicate cheek pressed against his.
Time was of the essence, and Pang Yu had no intention of 'entangled' with her any longer, but he couldn't shake his habit of making grand pronouncements—no, he maintained his pragmatic and truth-seeking style, patting his chest with a flourish: "Alright, with this thing, firstly, I guarantee Rongrong it's yours." But inwardly he was conflicted. Damn it, both were top-tier beauties, both had come to him for the title of courtesan queen, and both were willing to 'do' anything. Oh dear, who should he help? So conflicted… Ah, how about this!
He grabbed Hua Xiangrong's plump, round buttocks, pressing her halfway against him, leaving no gap between them, and chuckled wickedly: "I'll have the Marquis find a way to bribe the judges, but Rongrong, shouldn't you offer some kind of reward? I've worked so hard for you, you should at least… um!" Hua
Xiangrong tilted her head back and offered him a sweet kiss, her luscious red lips letting him suckle them. Her delicate tongue actively entered Pang Yu's mouth, and their lips met, kissing passionately until they were intoxicated. After a while, they parted, a glistening thread of saliva separating their lips. Hua Xiangrong's whole body went limp, her breasts heaving rapidly, her cheeks burning, and she gasped for breath.
"Is this satisfactory, young master?" she asked softly, clinging to Pang Yu's chest, her thick eyelashes trembling, her almond eyes blinking. Her open collar offered no concealment, and without looking down, one could see her proud, snow-capped peaks, her cleavage squeezed into a shallow line, her creamy skin overflowing below her collarbone, her arms filled with soft flesh.
"Satisfied, but only enough for me to smooth things over for one person. As for the others on the list..."
"It's not that I, Xiangrong, refuse to spend the night with you, young master Pang. " Hua Xiangrong blinked her watery almond-shaped eyes and breathed sweetly into his ear, "But if you take my virginity tonight, the swelling and pain from my deflowering will be hard to go away for a while. I'll feel a bit of a hindrance when I perform in the competition, and it would be bad if someone noticed."
"Don't worry, I've already taken care of the judges. What do I care if they notice?" Pang Yu chuckled, his large hands starting to wander again. He had a plan: tonight he would "take care" of Hua Xiangrong, then help Zou Xiyun win the championship tomorrow, then seduce her the night before, and finally have a threesome the day after, sleeping with both beauties together.
Hua Xiangrong, seeing his expression, roughly guessed his filthy thoughts, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she giggled, her white breasts swaying in the breeze: "Young master, don't agree so rashly. Let's take a look at the list first, hehehehe----" Her sweet voice carried a hint of cunning, and her charming smile was like a fox that had stolen a chick, making her even more radiant and alluring.
"Aren't they just a few high-ranking officials and hereditary nobles, or some pedantic scholars and great Confucianists? With my lord here, who dares to..."
Pang Yu boasted, but suddenly froze halfway through.
The first line of the judging list had three words—Eighth Prince!

Chapter 149 Hidden Rules, Judging Strategies (Part Two)

"Why... is there an Eighth Prince?"
Pang Yu's face stiffened. He couldn't understand why a young man would go crazy at this annual grand event of the entertainment industry, but why would a cunning, forty-something-year-old man like him... get involved?
"There are many strong competitors this year, and I'm afraid my precious daughter will lose first place." Hua Xiangrong bit her red lips, imitated Pang Yu by puffing out her chest, and glanced at him shyly with a smile.
Yes, even Pang Yu had to admit that both Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong were capable of rivaling Nangong Qinyi—at least in terms of beauty. They were comparable to the world's most admired and popular "Number One Courtesan," each with their own strengths and weaknesses, neither inferior to the other.
Zou Xiyun seemed very confident. She believed that as long as she invited her master, Marquis Anle, to serve as a male escort at the Seven Show Pavilion, ensuring she wouldn't lose in terms of presence to the Green Pavilion with Prince Zhao Xuanhuang in charge, she was sure she could win the title of Flower Queen. Hua Xiangrong, to be absolutely certain of winning, resorted to underhanded methods, obtaining the judging list and asking for his "help."
Sigh, Pang Yu still couldn't understand why they were all vying for this Flower Queen title! He
was completely bewildered.
At the same time, he wondered if the cunning uncle's appearance as a judge to secure votes for his daughter had ulterior motives.
This wasn't about saving face! Absolutely not!!! Given Nangong Qinyi's status and influence in the eyes of the capital's people, whether or not she wins the title of the most beautiful courtesan wouldn't affect her reputation at all. In fact, having won the title three times in a row, if she voluntarily withdrew and relinquished first place, it would further highlight her refined and otherworldly nature, unburdened by worldly concerns.
So why would the Eighth Prince, with his incomparably noble status, serve as a judge for this ridiculous competition? Could it
be that the "benefits" of winning the title of most beautiful courtesan are something even Nangong Qinyi could n't help but wonder
about? Pang Yu was completely
baffled. "Why isn't the young master speaking? Are you having some kind of trouble?" Hua Xiangrong smiled mischievously.
Fourth Brother was indeed having a trouble.
The first judge. The chief judge. Or rather, the one who held the most important vote. That was the Eighth Prince.
No one in the world could overpower the cunning uncle!
No matter who tried to persuade him, the Eighth Uncle only needed to pick up his golden whip and stab it into the ground. Even if it was the Emperor's brother-in-law, he wouldn't give him any face.
Therefore, if the Eighth Uncle was determined to choose his daughter as the best, the situation would be very passive.
He looked down at the second name.
Two characters: Bao Zheng.
Pang Yu was about to go crazy!
Bao the Black-hearted! You, Bao the Black-hearted! Why aren't you handling the case properly? Why are you meddling in the competition!
It's over, this guy is even harder to deal with than Uncle Ba, don't even think about getting this ticket.
He suppressed his urge to explode and continued reading.
The third name: Cheng.
"Oh, this person seems familiar, quite familiar."
"Of course I'm familiar, he's the father of Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, whom you gave a good beating at Green Jade Pavilion----" Hua Xiangrong smiled charmingly and glanced at Pang Yu, deliberately teasing her.
"Ha!?"
Pang Yu was really about to go crazy----nonsense, you beat up someone's son. And you expect him to listen to you?
"Slap slap!" Two sounds, Hua Xiangrong's pert buttocks were rewarded with two slaps by him as punishment for her teasing him. The latter let out a "whimper" and shrank back in embarrassment, her little mouth pouting, twisting his arm in a coquettish manner.
Pang Yu continued reading.
The fourth one was Zhang Xian, whom he didn't recognize.
Hua Xiangrong told him in a sweet voice, "This man was a top talent in the capital ten years ago, a master of poetry. He had three most prized works: 'Clouds break, moon appears, flowers play with shadows, delicate and lazy; curtains roll up, flower shadows sway, willows sway; light catkins fall, shadowless,' from 'Tianxianzi,' 'Gui Chao Huan,' and 'Jian Mudan.' He was known as Zhang Sanying. Even Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu would respectfully call him 'senior.'"
"Is that so? How many wives and concubines does he have, and how old are his children?"
Hearing his serious question, Hua Xiangrong couldn't help but laugh. "What mischief are you plotting?"
"No, I just want to bring my wife and children to my house as guests, and then talk to him about the competition."
Hua Xiangrong told the truth, it seemed she had investigated immediately after receiving the list.
Two wives, three concubines, and an only son—someone to care for. Problem solved.
Fourth Brother snapped his fingers readily.
Fifth, Qian Weiyan.
"The second son of King Zhongyi of Wuyue, Qian, was a sycophant who wrote many eulogistic articles to the court to gain favor. He was particularly adept at using marriage alliances to curry favor with the royal family and seize power, which was despised by the public. Although his character was questionable, he had a great love for literature. He claimed that 'all his life he loved reading. When sitting, he read classics and history. When lying down, he read novels. Even when using the toilet, he read short poems. He was never without a book in his hand. His family had an extremely rich collection of books, comparable to the Imperial Library. He had a great influence in the literary circles of the capital and could be considered to have the dual identity of a nobleman and a scholar.'"
"I know this man. He has tried to visit the Marquis several times with lavish gifts. I guess he's just trying to flatter him. Easy to deal with."
Sixth, Mei Yaochen.
Seventh, Su Shunqin.
"Both of them are scholars who enjoy great fame in the poetry world. They are known as Mei Su and have a very good personal relationship with Ouyang Xiu." "
That's easy. Just give Brother Yong a heads-up and tell them to obey the Marquis. Once the 'Great Song Dynasty Weekly' is published, we'll publish a few of their articles. It's a publication personally inscribed by the Eighth Prince; so many people would kill to get published in it. It's a piece of cake." Pang Yu laughed heartily in a very stylish Cantonese accent.
The eighth one is the Prince of Runan.
"The Prince of Runan, Zhao Yunrang, is the great-grandson of Emperor Taizong and the son of Prince Shang, Zhao Yuanfen. He is middle-aged." Hua Xiangrong became serious and said in a deep voice, "This man is gentle and kind, with few desires. He only enjoys calligraphy and painting. He is indifferent to fame and fortune and does not contend with the world. Prince Chen, Zhao Xuanhuang, probably learned to live in seclusion and avoid worldly affairs from him." "What do you mean?"
"It means you can't persuade this person, or rather, you have absolutely no way to persuade him."
Hua Xiangrong gently turned her head, brushing aside a stray strand of hair at her temple. Her black robe flowed like a waterfall, revealing a patch of snow-white skin beneath her neck, dazzlingly white. She smiled faintly and said softly, "Because of his gentle and mild nature, he is extremely popular among both the imperial family and the civil and military officials. Even the Emperor and the Eighth Prince wouldn't force him." If
even Uncle Ba couldn't handle him, what's the point of all this nonsense?
Pang Yu continued reading.
The ninth one was Guo Ruoxu. " A descendant of a military family, he is a
scholar with a passion for appreciating and collecting calligraphy and paintings. He has received numerous gifts of calligraphy and paintings from Zhao Yunbi and others, making him one of the most renowned literati among the Prince's faction." "A lackey of the Prince's faction? A mortal enemy, then he's definitely helpless, right?" "Yes, whoever wins, he'll only listen to Zhao Yunbi." "I understand, I understand." Pang Yu nodded, slowly saying, "Of the nine judges, only four are under my control. There's no way to guarantee you'll win in the end..." "Young Master, it's good if you win over these four." Hua Xiangrong looked at Pang Yu with alluring smiles. Her thin, red lips parted slightly, "Besides the Eighth Prince, among the remaining four, I can certainly secure one or two spots through my own abilities. Then the title of this year's Flower Queen will be mine." "So you're very confident?" Pang Yu glanced at him sideways. "Hehehehe----" Hua Xiangrong giggled, covering her mouth. "Nangong Qinyi's zither playing is superb, and Zou Xiyun's dance is breathtaking, but my flute skills are no less impressive than theirs." "Is that so? Then how about we find a place to practice this afternoon? You play well for me... Hey, I need to have confidence in you to win over the judges, right?" Pang Yu still smiled lewdly, a smile that was incredibly lascivious and ambiguous. He grabbed her small hand that was covering her mouth, feeling its smoothness like fine powder. He couldn't help but imagine her holding the flute, gently stroking it, rubbing it up and down, circling her burning hot body, teasing, twisting, hooking, and pinching it. Her delicate tongue licked and bit it, enjoying the sensation immensely...

Pang Yu suddenly felt a surge of lust—of course, lust. He tightened his grip on Hua Xiangrong, lifting her body slightly. Something… uh, it felt like a burning hot stick, pressing against her plump, round buttocks. Hua Xiangrong let out a soft cry and turned her flushed face. Her cherry lips were immediately captured by his kiss. She struggled a few times, feigning resistance, before coiling around him like a snake. Her hot body nestled in his arms, letting Pang Yu's demonic hands ravage her.
Even though her chest was bound by a small bra, her breasts were still surprisingly large. Pang Yu struggled to open his palm, but could only grasp the lower edge of her full, heavy breasts. With a gentle pull, his fingertips dug into a large, soft mound of tender flesh, sinking deep into the smooth, creamy texture. The touch was as soft as solidified cream, yet full and enveloping his fingers. A tender tip was gradually hardening, the sensation indescribable.
He kneaded her breasts vigorously, and Hua Xiangrong could no longer resist, moaning softly. Even her fair neck flushed red like snow, resembling cherry blossoms. A strange, lewd excitement welled up inside her. Her weak little hands encircled her beautiful, large breasts, her body trembling, and her tender lips grew increasingly wet and hot.
Pang Yu was captivated by her passionate sucking, finding her soft, delicate tongue and sweet saliva utterly exquisite. He couldn't help but pull her closer, and after a series of wet kisses, their breaths were heavy as they kissed face to face. Hua Xiangrong, panting, nestled in his arms, pleading in a soft voice, "Young master, please don't... I... if you gave me the courage, I wouldn't dare go back on my word and stand you up, ah ee ee ee ee ee----" Her voice was like a moan, indescribably charming and alluring, her throat like a nightingale's song, cloyingly sweet.
Pang Yu wasn't about to give up. He leaned closer in a low voice: "I don't like owing debts. If anyone owes someone, it's me owing them. Come, let's set a time..."
"Brother Pang----the noodles are ready, Xiuxiang brought them to you. " "A sweet voice called from across the gate, the young woman fearing her beloved brother Pang was hungry, she brought the food basket as soon as it was ready.
Pang Yu released the flower enchantress, eager to arrange a time with her, but her soft fingertips brushed his lips.
"Young master, I promise you I will never go back on my word. If I win the championship tomorrow, I will come to serve you tomorrow night." Hua Xiangrong whispered softly, slightly panting, her sweet fragrance filling the air.
Pang Yu's heart fluttered, but Hua Xiangrong had already pushed him out of the carriage, which then sped away, and he couldn't catch up even if he wanted to. In the distance, Hua Xiangrong waved and smiled seductively at him.
"Young master, sometimes a man should be faithful. You want to kill two birds with one stone, that won't do. You can choose between me and Miss Zou." Also, if you see anything tomorrow, please, please don't be angry. They only have eyes for you, and their bodies are only for you—”

Chapter 150: The Night Before the Competition, Undercurrents Surge

. What is power? What is connections? Fourth Brother had secured all four judges on the list in less than a morning, or rather, two hours.
He originally planned to go to Qixiu Workshop to talk to Zou Xiyun, to see if he could get her to provide a “down payment” as a token of sincerity. Unfortunately, Fourth Brother hadn't even had time to leave the house after eating and drinking when his ruthless father summoned him to his study—a room that was clearly spacious and bright, but felt eerie and chilling inside.
“Father,” he called out, towards Grand Tutor Pang behind the desk.
“You’re here?” The ruthless father didn't even look up.
“Yes.”
“What did you do last night?”
“Nothing… at Qixiu Workshop.” "Fourth Brother initially denied it outright, but then he thought about how Long Wu was Father's man, and the elusive and omnipotent 'Flying Feather,' so he decided to tell the truth.
Lying to Father was wrong!
It was mainly for this reason that Fourth Brother honestly confessed.
"Hmm, not bad." The ruthless Father nodded in satisfaction, but his eyes were somewhat uncertain.
"Father, as the saying goes, 'A man who doesn't indulge in pleasure in his youth has wasted his life...' Pang Yu hurriedly tried to justify his staying out all night, 'If you don't indulge in sensual pleasures and enjoy the company of beautiful women when you're young, wouldn't you be wasting your precious time? God created beautiful women to serve us.'" "If you don't have your fill of fun and sleep now, what will you do when you're old..." Suddenly remembering his father was over sixty and had married two beautiful stepmothers, whose moans at night made even him, the son, blush. Pang Yu quickly changed his tune, his speed astonishing. "Beauty fades quickly, and a beautiful woman's most radiant years are only a few. The sooner you have her, the sooner you can enjoy her, right? When I'm old and gray, in my nineties, I can learn from my father and take a few more wives. Every man in the Pang family is still as vigorous as ever!"
Flattery never fails. Grand Tutor Pang was clearly only in his sixties, yet his son made him sound like he was ninety and still capable of indulging in pleasure. His expression immediately softened considerably. He sighed, "I assigned Long Wu to you so he could protect you, not so you could ask him to do anything immoral." "
Heinous acts? You, my heartless father, do heinous things all the time?"
Pang Yu thought to himself. Of course, he didn't say it aloud. Angering his heartless father was no laughing matter.
"No, Father. What heinous things did I ask Long Wu to do?" he feigned ignorance.
"Nothing? If nothing, why did you ask Long Wu to kidnap Zhang Dacai's wife and children in broad daylight, with his face covered? And even steal the wife's handkerchief and the daughter's undergarments to return them? Hmm?" Grand Tutor Pang glanced at his son, stroking his beard and smiling faintly. The meaning was clear: You think you can outsmart your father? Far from it!
"Father... hehehehe. Nothing really escapes your notice. Heh." Pang Yu's face flushed red, like a weasel caught stealing a chicken. He gave an embarrassed, awkward laugh.
Grand Tutor Pang snorted, his expression darkening further: "Did you take your father's words to heart? Instead of getting your hands on that scoundrel's daughter and giving your father a grandson to hold, why are you chasing after other women! I've made it perfectly clear to you, no one will get a chance to enter the house until I get Nangong Qinyi!"
Ah, so that's what it was about.
Pang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, glancing furtively at the thing his father had been looking at, now tossed aside.
It was a letter.
Damn it, could it be that one of his black-hearted father's old friends or acquaintances had gotten another grandson and was writing to brag to the old man, and his black-hearted father was extremely displeased and taking it out on him?
He thought anxiously.
"Father."
"What is it?"
"You said your son... marrying Nangong Qinyi is a certainty, isn't it?"
"Nonsense! If you can't get her, don't even think about taking a wife or concubine!" The black-hearted old man's words became incredibly vulgar whenever this topic came up, clearly showing he'd suffered quite a bit at the hands of the Eighth Prince over the years. "
Then, Father, what if I married all three famous courtesans at once, treating the scheming uncle—no, the Eighth Prince's precious daughter—alongside the other two women? Even worse, not giving her the title of principal wife. Wouldn't that be even more satisfying for you, old man?"
"Clatter—" Grand Tutor Pang stood up, his aged eyes gleaming. He stared intently at his son, his expression somewhat agitated. "You, continue, go on."
Seizing the opportunity, Pang Yu began to ramble on.
"Father, these past two days I've been running around everywhere, not for my own selfish desires, but to quickly get my hands on those two stunning beauties who are currently enjoying immense popularity and are showing signs of rivaling the Eighth Prince's daughter, and then casually make one of them the most beautiful courtesan." "Father, think about it. Women feel most empty when they're down. If Nangong Qin Yiruo loses her three-time consecutive title, she must be feeling terrible. Your son can take advantage of this vulnerability and win her heart...and body."
"When the time comes, I'll marry three beauties at once, taking all three of the most famous courtesans in the capital in one fell swoop. Nangong Qinyi will be ranked last, helping you, Father, to piss off that scoundrel Eighth Prince. Then we'll do it every day, every month, every year, and give birth to three fat grandsons in a year—no, four! And there's Xiuxiang too. You won't be able to hold them all! Today we'll have a full moon celebration, tomorrow a hundred-day banquet, and the day after that a first birthday celebration, making all your old friends green with envy! Hahahaha—" The father was in high spirits, laughing from ear to ear, patting his chest and promising his son that he would fully support him in taking Nangong Qinyi's crown as the most beautiful courtesan and handing it over to someone else. By the time the father and son finished discussing how to plan, how to implement it, and how to ensure nothing went wrong, it was already dark. Grand Tutor Pang sent his son off to have his meal first. After he had gone some distance, he clapped his hands, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
"Is everything ready for tomorrow?" "Ready, Grand Tutor, you can rest assured. We will protect the young master's safety with our lives."
"Not only Yu'er, but also..." Grand Tutor Pang's sparse white eyebrows arched, a few strands of hair hanging down his forehead moved without wind, as if the sharp light in his eyes had solidified, and a sharp gust of wind pierced through the window.
"Isn't there the Imperial Guards and the Shence Battalion protecting us..."
"Better safe than sorry. If something really happens, who can bear the responsibility for inadequate protection!"
"Yes! Your subordinate understands. We are determined to serve the Grand Tutor to the death." The man knelt on one knee, his deep voice filled with utmost solemnity.
"Not only your Flying Feathers, but also the Iron-Blooded Dragon Sky Eagles. All the elites of the Grand Tutor's mansion will be deployed. Tomorrow's operation must be foolproof!
" "Yes, sir!" The man in black
left on orders. Grand Tutor Pang looked out the south window, his smile tinged with bloodlust.

Chapter 151: The Courtesan Competition, First Encounter with Zhao Xuan

. Women are always a man's inviolable taboo.
Zhao Yunbi, to maintain his usual demeanor, temperament, and refined image in public, originally planned not to confront Pang Si in the street.
---- Going against him would be beneath his dignity.
But Pang Yu insisted on provoking him. In front of him, in front of so many courtesans, in front of countless ordinary people on the street, he openly flirted with the top courtesan of the Pianxian Pavilion, whom he was the "gigolo" for. Wasn't this tantamount to slapping him in the face in the street, humiliating him, embarrassing him, and making him lose face!
A mere servant openly harassed a girl nominally "guaranteed" by him, the Prince of Beihai and the number one member of the Crown Prince's faction. What could be more... What a disgrace!!!
If he doesn't show any "resentment," like flying into a rage, shouting at him, or dragging him out for a good beating, then the name "Zhao Yunbi" will become the biggest laughingstock in the streets. He'll never be able to hold his head high again. He'll never be able to work in the underworld again. And he can forget about ever sitting in the top seat of the Crown Prince's faction again.
A piece of trash who can't even protect a woman—what right does he have to make so many members of the imperial family listen to him!
Zhao Yunbi's thick eyebrows shot up sharply, as if a wildfire had ignited: "You surnamed Pang, do you want to die? Do you know that even your master, the Marquis of Anle, didn't dare to..."
"Didn't dare to what?" "Pang Yu interrupted him sarcastically, glancing sideways with a roguish look on his face.
"You wouldn't dare touch me..." Zhao Yunbi choked up. Touch him what? Touch his woman? He hadn't even touched Hua Xiangrong's hand yet. This alluring and seductive beauty was someone he had always coveted and craved. He even dreamed of taking her into his private possession for his own enjoyment. Unfortunately, he wasn't his mortal enemy, Marquis Anle. He didn't have the strength or arrogance to challenge all the young masters, nobles, and high-ranking officials in the city. So, despite his repeated visits and extravagant spending before the Flower Queen Competition, he had wasted countless hours and energy, and in the end, he was no different from Hua Xiangrong's other suitors.
"What's the difference? Others spend a string of cash to enter the Pianxian Pavilion to see Hua Xiangrong perform on stage. He spent over ten thousand strings of cash and only got to look. He didn't touch her delicate hands. He didn't embrace her plump waist. He only sniffed her cloud-like, fragrant black hair from a distance. Plus, she might have said a few more words to him and glanced at him a few more times when he was throwing money at him. That's really no difference... Based on that, how can he have the nerve to say that Hua Xiangrong is his woman?!"
Zhao Yunbi was speechless, feeling humiliated. The whispers in the crowd continued.
"Oh dear. There's a rumor that Miss Xiangrong of the Pianxian Pavilion is Lord Tianding's lover."
"What do you mean? The Prince of Beihai is picking up someone else's leftovers?"
"No way. I feel like he's the one paying to support Miss Xiangrong, and Miss Xiangrong is supporting her gigolos in return." Zhao
Yunbi was furious. He used to hire shills to stir up trouble in the crowd and frame his mortal enemy, Marquis Anle. Now, Pang Si had only said one thing to him, and the commoners watching on the street had automatically started to scorn and undermine him. Words like "picking up a used shoe" and "keeping a gigolo" were spreading. He was utterly humiliated.
Seeing his unpredictable expression, Pang Yu was very pleased.
What was the will of the people? This was it! The common people were always on Fourth Brother's side.
Zhao Yunbi was indignant, while Fourth Brother was secretly delighted. The two men were locked in a power struggle at the street corner, neither willing to give in. Inside the golden tent, Hua Xiangrong watched with delight. She tilted her fair neck, rested her chin on her hand, and tilted her head, her large, almond-shaped eyes darting around, occasionally flashing a playful smile, as if watching a great show.
"A young lady, after all. Who wouldn't want a bunch of men fighting tooth and nail for her?"
Zhao Yunbi, unable to contain his anger, pointed the whip at him and shouted, "You, surnamed Pang, I'm going to the beauty contest today. I don't have time to waste words with you here. I'll count to three now. After I finish, you'd better disappear from my sight immediately. Otherwise, I'll cripple you right here and now, you ignorant, arrogant, and lowly servant. Do you believe me?"
"No."
Pang Yu sneered. Then, "Three one two three one two three one two three—" he counted rapidly, shouting "three" countless times in front of Zhao Yunbi, drawing laughter from those around him.
"You...you dare!" Zhao Yunbi's eyes were bloodshot, and he even stammered.
Pang Yu rolled his eyes and shrugged nonchalantly, "Sorry. I'm not much else, but I'm bold. I lack nothing but virtue. Ahahahahaha—"
Zhao Yunbi had never been humiliated like this in his life. His eyes flashed with cold light. His fists clenched. He laughed coldly, his anger turning into a sneer. "Fine, fine. Looks like you won't know your place unless I teach you a lesson!"
he said. Turning around, he roared, "Guards! Seize this insolent servant! Break his arms and legs!"
He had brought only the elite guards of the Prince's mansion. Not only were they well-trained and capable fighters, but they were also fiercely loyal to him. Hearing the Prince's command and seeing his fierce expression and burning rage, each of them was filled with righteous indignation. A clatter of swords being drawn erupted as they surrounded Pang Yu's white horse.
Pang Yu's tiger-like eyes narrowed. He coldly glanced at the crowd.
Useless. These guards seemed to be seasoned veterans. They weren't afraid of his fourth brother's murderous gaze. Their steps faltered for a moment, but they still formed a circle and swarmed towards him.
Pang Yu smiled.
He had seen the quality of Zhao Yunbi's men before. These few were undoubtedly the most capable and respectable among his lackeys. There was no need to do anything to Zhao Yunbi. Just a swift and decisive beating of these guards would leave them scrambling for their teeth. Zhao Yunbi would be too ashamed to show his face at the courtesan competition again!
Pang Yu gave a wink. Long Wu, following behind, gripped his longsword with one hand.
Five strikes. In just five strikes, he was confident he could send these useless thugs (in Fifth Brother's eyes, they were certainly useless) flying. At best, they'd lose arms and legs; at worst, they'd be left with facial paralysis and brain damage.
And if his master allowed him to use his full strength...
Three strikes. At most three strikes. All these people will lose their heads!
----The young master carefully trained by Grand Tutor Pang. His killing skills are no joke.
Pang Yu understood Long Wu's eyes. A cruel and bloody smile curled at the corner of his lips. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed and his expression turned cold.
He can kill them, can he? Then let him kill them.
It's a good day for the courtesan competition. Blood has been drawn. Joy!
Five steps, four steps, three steps... Zhao Yunbi's guards are getting closer and closer to Fourth Brother. Long Wu's hand, which was holding the hilt of his sword, was about to be raised (drawing his sword). A brutal and bloody massacre will become a reality on the day of the courtesan competition...
"Stop!" A clear and loud shout suddenly rang out. It interrupted everyone's actions.
Turn your head, turn your head, turn your head, turn your head! Pang Yu, Zhao Yunbi, Long Wu, and the guards all turned around at the same time.
The first thing that came into view was a tall and magnificent horse with a bright purple coat and a mane as white as snow. It was clear at a glance that it was extraordinary.
Then came the horse's owner's flawless, handsome face. Phoenix eyes, sparkling brightly. A straight nose, radiant spirit, and piercing pupils. His eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples. Combined with his elegant white robes and a hair ornament, he exuded an otherworldly, ethereal aura.
Pang Yu, with his sharp eyes, noticed from afar a gold-inlaid ivory folding fan at his waist. A tassel adorned the handle, embellished with a flawless white jade pendant. The pendant featured a simple, unadorned sun-shaped ornament, with a small "Zhao" character in the center.
Zhao? Could he be…?
Pang Yu's heart stirred.
The man rode up, bowing gracefully from his horse. He smiled and said, "Today is the day of the Flower Queen Contest. From royalty to commoners, everyone is flocking to the Jinming Pond to catch a glimpse of the beauties. If the two of you were to fight on the Imperial Road, injuring someone would be a minor matter. But if you were to block the traffic and delay the girls' participation... hehehe, wouldn't that spoil everyone's fun? As the saying goes, it's hard to defy the wrath of the masses. You two should think it over carefully."
He was at most twenty-four or twenty-five years old, or even younger. But his words carried a power that could win anyone's heart. He wore only a plain white linen robe, but his innate, seemingly bone-deep, noble air was unmatched by any other young master in fine clothes.
When Zhao Yunbi saw him, he didn't need to hear any more "reasons" to know that a fight was impossible at this moment. He didn't move. Pang Yu couldn't just order Long Wu to start a massacre for no reason, could he?
This was the main street. Thousands upon thousands of people were watching. How could he possibly start a fight? He wouldn't be so eager to bleed people dry and behead them!
Pang Yu gestured, and Long Wu immediately stepped back. The chilling killing intent in his eyes vanished instantly.
Up to this point, the man had only spoken a few words, yet he had easily quelled the conflict.
His gentle and refined manners immediately attracted everyone's attention; even Pang Yu, who had seen countless people, found him exceptionally remarkable; Zhao Yunbi, who always prided himself on being a handsome and dashing young man, felt ashamed upon seeing this gentleman and didn't even dare to lift his head. Everyone present,
regardless of gender, whether commoners, imperial guards, or courtesans, was captivated.
The confrontation between Pang Yu and Zhao Yunbi had already turned this place into a deadly battleground, but this man's arrival and a few words had transformed the hostility into peace, and the murderous intent into harmony.
For the second time, Pang Yu felt a sense of mutual respect—last time it was with the talented scholar Liu Yong. This time, it was more like a handsome man admiring another handsome man. He straightened his back, clasped his hands in a salute to the newcomer, and said loudly, "Could you be the son of the Eighth Prince, the renowned Prince Zhao Xuanhuang of Zhongchen?"
The man smiled and replied, "I dare not presume. I am indeed Xuanhuang."
It really was him!
Pang Yu's heart skipped a beat. He raised his eyes and stared intently at the man. At first glance, he vaguely sensed that Zhao Xuanhuang's deep eyes seemed to contain a wisdom far beyond ordinary people. Despite his vast experience and extensive knowledge, he still couldn't quite fathom him at first glance. He cautiously restrained his arrogance and smiled slightly at him.
Zhao Yunbi returned the smile: "This must be the recently rising star, the Fourth Young Master Pang, whose work will undoubtedly shock the literary world for all time? I've heard so much about you. If I was impolite just now, please forgive me, brother." His attitude was always so humble. So polite. But it sounded like a naturally humble master being courteous to his servant. The master meant well, but the servant felt uneasy accepting it—some people are born as if pride is their due. Even if they feel pride is wrong, they hide their arrogance in their hearts, but in the eyes of others, their pride is perfectly justified, a matter of course.
Zhao Xuanhuang was undoubtedly such a person.
So, although his smile was so peaceful and kind, others still felt he was aloof. His humility and kindness made others feel uncomfortable.
But undeniably, his style, demeanor, and attitude were very appealing to girls.
Hua Xiangrong turned her head, her eyes brimming with tears, gazing at him intently for a long time. Zou Xiyun also peeked out from the carriage, staring at him steadily, a hint of admiration unconsciously appearing on her lips.
How tragic! How tragic!
Pang Yu observed everything without missing a beat. He shook his head and sighed, mimicking Uncle Benshan's manner. "
The young man is quite good. Handsome, and a member of the royal family. He has status and position. A one-character title is the highest one can attain (in all dynasties, a one-character title was second only to the emperor, like the Eighth Prince being a Zhenwang, while two-character titles, like Zhao Yunbi's Beihai Junwang, were held by close relatives of the emperor). He originally had a good chance of competing with him for Nangong Qinyi. But alas, that's his own brother.
In ancient times, there weren't strict rules against marriage between direct blood relatives or collateral relatives within three generations. So cousins could get together. But he's his own brother! His own brother! They share the same father, understand? Don't even think about any relationship between them. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. If it happened, it would be incest, a disgrace to the Song Dynasty. Even death a thousand times wouldn't atone for it!"
Pang Yu wasn't worried at all about Zhao Xuanhuang stealing his girlfriend. He was even less worried about Nangong Qinyi climbing the social ladder.
As for those two, he glanced at Hua Xiangrong and Zou Xiyun. "
Tonight, I'm going to snatch one of them up. The other one will be gone in a few days. Why would I leave her?!
"
He laughed, his gaze first sweeping over the ashen-faced Zhao Yunbi. Knowing he wouldn't dare to make a move, he deliberately winked and gave him the middle finger, almost making him vomit blood. He secretly gloated for a while before turning back to Zhao Xuanhuang, smiling as he asked, "Your Highness, aren't you going to be the male prostitute at Green Jade Pavilion as in previous years? The competition is about to start… Hehehe. Green Jade Pavilion doesn't seem to be in this direction, does it?"
"Brother Pang is joking," Zhao Xuanhuang said calmly, maintaining his usual gentle smile. "Qinyi is my own sister. How could I, as her brother, vouch for her?"
Pang Yu and Zhao Yunbi's expressions changed simultaneously. Even Hua Xiangrong and Zou Xiyun couldn't help but glance sideways.
"Who is that?" the four of them asked almost simultaneously.
Zhao Xuanhuang narrowed his handsome phoenix eyes slightly. A hint of amusement was hidden in his elegant smile.
"Qin Yi's Cowherd—Jiangnan. Liu Sanbian."

Chapter 152 of the main text: The Flower Queen Competition. The young master

Pang Yu, who had humiliated his fourth brother, rode his horse onto the imperial road, leading the entire procession with an air of elegance. Behind him, on the left were the carriages of Pianxian Pavilion, and on the right were the girls of Qixiu Workshop. Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong would occasionally peek out to wave to the people on the roadside, trying to attract attention. On the other hand, Zhao Xuanhuang, who had amazed everyone upon his appearance, deliberately slowed down and tagged behind in a low-key manner, chatting with Zhao Yunbi about something.
In the current situation, Pang Yu is leading the charge. His group moves quickly or slowly, seemingly with a prince, a duke, two top-ranking courtesans (considered favorites), and over thirty brothels all following his lead.
Pang Yu really enjoys this feeling.
If he hadn't learned from Zhao Xuanhuang that Nangong Qinyi's "gigolo" had been stolen, he would have thought, "
Damn it, why didn't they tell me sooner? If I had known, it would definitely be mine!"
The fourth brother isn't happy at all; he only feels one thing.
Jealousy?
No, it's guilt!
The fourth brother is an honest man, a very honest man. That day, he accidentally saw Nangong Qinyi's naked body, and he's felt incredibly guilty ever since. He thinks about her naked body in the bath every day, sinking into deep remorse and self-reproach, always wanting to do something to make amends, to prove his loyalty and affection.
Such a good opportunity!
Alas, what a pity, Liu Yong got it! The procession continued, with more and more floats joining in. While marveling at the feast for the eyes and seeing all the beautiful women, Pang Yu gradually realized a truth:
the Flower Queen Contest wasn't just full of beautiful women; handsome men were everywhere. Almost all the young talents and noblemen of the capital had been dragged out by brothels to become their "gigolos." For a time, the long procession was overflowing with handsome men, both in quantity and quality. This explained
why, despite being a beauty pageant, it attracted countless young girls, women, and even wives who lined the roadside to watch.
While there were many handsome men, there were also plenty of good-for-nothings who had gotten in through their family's power and influence.
For example, his fourth brother's friends, the tall young master and the wealthy young master, each had a beautiful woman in their arms, swaggering into the procession. Although they couldn't compare to the national beauties of Nangong Qinyi, Hua Xiangrong, or Zou Xiyun, they were still undeniably first-rate beauties. The two women, in particular, were flushed, their cheeks radiating spring-like allure. It was obvious they were deeply in love, a pair of adulterous lovers who had been hooking up for a long time. Their participation in the competition was purely for them to win a prize and save face.
Shame? These two had long forgotten. No wonder, if they wanted to follow Marquis Anle, they would have long since forgotten those two words.
Inside the high cliff, Qian Shicai saw him and smiled.
"Oh my. Little Si, you're here too! Tsk tsk tsk, handsome! No wonder you're a subordinate trained by your elder brother." "Wow, isn't this Miss Zou from Qixiu Workshop? How come her gigolo brother agreed?"
"Little Si, do a good job. Your elder brother said long ago. He eats meat, and the brothers all have soup. So you, as a servant, should at least get a few bites of soup. That... Miss Zou from Qixiu Workshop, right?" "The day my brother sleeps with her, you can choose any of her maids, servants, and even her nine henchmen."
The two shameless men shouted loudly, and although the roadside was noisy, Zou Xiyun inside the carriage still vaguely heard them. She lifted the curtain and stared at them suspiciously.
Finding themselves being watched by a stunningly beautiful woman, Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai became even more smug, their lewd words becoming increasingly unrestrained. Pang Yu couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.
Realizing that Zou Xiyun would hear them and look down on them, their carefully maintained gentlemanly image ruined, the two arrogant young masters suddenly lowered their voices by a full eight octaves. They had seen Zhao Xuanhuang and Zhao Yunbi following behind the group.
"Hey, hey, hey, when are you coming, brother? When are you coming?" Qian Shicai, feeling guilty, pulled him aside and whispered, "One Zhao Yunbi is already enough." "Plus, there's Prince Zhongchen, and my elder brother isn't personally overseeing things. We're afraid...afraid we can't control the situation."
"Control what?"
"Don't you know?" Gao Yannei glared at him like he was a monster. "Every year in the Flower Queen Contest, besides the performances by the Nangong family, the competition for second and third place is the most exciting. Then it's a contest between our Crown Prince faction and those useless princes like Zhao Yunbi, who each have their favorite girls. Whichever side gets more top ten girls wins. If they lose, they can't hold their heads up for half a year. If they go to brothels during that time, they'll be laughed at to death."
"Yeah, yeah, last year we won. Zhao Yunbi's gang obediently gave up their favorite girls for us to sleep with. When we ran into them in brothels, they all walked with their heads down, afraid of being recognized. It was so much fun, even more exciting than being fucked in a wet hole, and it made us so proud!" "
The two men whispered encouragement, forcefully pulling Pang Yu aside.
"What are you doing? We're almost late."
"Don't rush, we won't be late. Come on, look." Gao Yanei pointed to the newly joined group.
"Boss!" The deafening shout almost startled Pang Yu so much that he fell off his horse. When he regained
his senses, he saw that the dozen or so men in the group were all lecherous, ugly, fat young masters.
"Look, look, these are all our brothers from the Prince's Party." Gao Yanei patted his chest proudly, probably having learned it from his elder brother. "Everyone is ready. They've brought the top courtesans from various brothels. We're guaranteed to crush those bastards from the Prince's Party. Listen to that, isn't that a powerful shout of 'Boss'? When we see our elder brother, we'll shout it like that three times in a row, to give him a big boost in prestige." "
Still trying to save face?
It's good enough if you haven't embarrassed yourself!"
Pang Yu wanted to curse.
However, seeing Qian Shicai's fanatical, almost jubilant expression on Gao Ya Nei's face, he decided not to dampen his brothers' enthusiasm for the time being.
He wouldn't discourage them; someone else would.
At the very front of the procession, at the last fork in the road leading to Fenglin Pavilion, a sudden commotion erupted. Before Pang Yu could ask what was happening, a large group of men rushed out—all imposing giants, dressed in uniform parrot-green robes, red trousers, and black boots—numbering several dozen riders. In the center, they surrounded a young master in brocade robes and a jade belt.
The young master abruptly pulled on the reins, stopping his horse in the middle of the road. He glanced coldly at them and shouted, "Is this the self-proclaimed learned and unparalleled dog slave of the Grand Tutor's mansion, Pang Si!"

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