[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 13

Chapter 93 of the Main Text: The Great Song Dynasty Weekly

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"The Great Song Dynasty Weekly!"
Gao Ya Nei and Qian Shi Cai stared intently at the calligraphy in Pang Yu's hand, exclaiming in unison.
"This...this is the Eighth Prince's own handwriting!?"
"Of course, didn't you see the official seal? – Prince Zhao Yuan Yan, genuine, undisputed, it's my brother-in-law...it's the Eighth Prince's calligraphy." Pang Yu chuckled, his face full of cunning and slyness.
"Well done, Pang Si, you actually managed to get the Eighth Prince's handwriting! I admire you!" Qian Shi Cai reached out and slapped him on the back, then naturally slipped a large stack of banknotes into his pocket.
Gao Yan asked, "You said you wanted us to get people to start a journal, what exactly is a journal?"
"A journal is... well, it's a kind of book with a fixed name and format, published regularly or irregularly... It's different from a book. A typical book, like the currently popular *Classic of Mountains and Seas* or *In Search of the Supernatural*, is a publication completed, compiled, and edited by a single author for sale. A journal, however, contains multiple articles by multiple authors. To put it simply, some authors write articles that are insightful and unique, but their limited length and word count don't meet the requirements for a standalone publication. It would be a shame to let them go unpublished, so I came up with this method: collecting these articles in a journal format, compiling them into a book, and then publishing them. Of course, the articles in a journal won't be limited to short stories and interpretations of classical texts. They will also include considerable commentary on current events, along with various news about people's livelihoods, government policies, and strange and interesting tales from all over the country."
"Oh, this is wonderful, wonderful!" Gao Yanei exclaimed excitedly. "Father always says I'm idle and don't do anything productive. If I really produce a 'Great Song Dynasty Weekly,' hehehe, he'll be so happy when he sees it..."
Pang Yu was thrilled by the first part, thinking that even Old Master Gao could be serious about something.
"When Father is happy, I'll kill Wu Sanlang, the pancake seller in the north of the city, and marry his beautiful wife Pan Yinlian as a concubine. I doubt he'll say anything then, hahahahahaha—"
...
"Yes, yes, then we can call ourselves scholars when we go out, hahaha, those courtesans will definitely like us more!" Qian Shicai was just as excited, jumping three feet high.
...
Pang Yu wanted to tear his hair out.
"Grandpa Gao, Grandpa Qian, do you think publishing a weekly magazine is just a game, something you can just talk about?"
"Isn't it? The fourth brother's family owns eight publishing houses. We have as many woodblocks, paper, and binding materials as we need. We also have skilled craftsmen ready to write proofs, carve plates, punch holes, and draw lines."
"Then what about editing? What about editing? Where do we find manuscripts? Who reviews them? Who ensures the quality?"
"We buy manuscripts, we pay people to review them, and we pay for quality control..."
"Oh, my dear Grandpa Qian!" Pang Yu was almost crying, pounding his chest in frustration. "Those we can hire with money are all third-rate. Their level isn't even half as high as mine. Real literary giants and great scholars can't be bought with money. We're making 'The Great Song Dynasty Weekly' to be a flagship leading the publishing industry, not some low-grade slushie!!!"
Qian Shicai thought about it and realized he was right. Damn it, if the young master is going to do something, he should do it well.
"Then tell me, who do you plan to invite as editor-in-chief? I'll ask my father to help me figure it out."
"And me too." Gao Yanei patted his chest cheerfully, "My father is, after all, the Grand Commandant of the court. I can just go to the Imperial Academy and grab a few great scholars, and I doubt they'd dare disrespect me."
My father's mother is the Grand Tutor!
Pang Yu wanted to curse, but he held back.
"You two rely on your father for everything, don't you feel ashamed, huh?" " It's only
natural for a son to rely on his father!"
"Exactly."
...
"Then if we can handle the matter of finding someone on our own, wouldn't Grand Commandant Gao and Master Qian be even happier, more gratified, and feel even more that you two are capable, and that like father, like son, you're both excellent? You'll be very proud of yourselves in the future, and you can tell everyone that your son is awesome!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Like the Eighth Prince, Gao Yanei and Qian Shicai were also moved by the wonderful scene "described" by Pang Yu, their eyes shining as they could only nod.
"But... how can we possibly persuade those great scholars and literary figures to join us?" Qian Shicai asked, puzzled.
Pang Yu smiled without answering, pointing to the calligraphy on the table.
"The Eighth Prince's inscription?"
"Yes, do you know what the celebrity effect is? This is it." Pang Yu smiled wickedly, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "With the Eighth Prince's inscription, we can start deceiving people, one at a time. Let's get the editorial department of the Great Song Era Weekly up and running. Think about it, gentlemen, with the God of Wealth funding it, the Eighth Prince's inscription, the Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Palace Marshal's Mansion jointly sponsoring it, and Nangong Qinyi serving as its spokesperson, wouldn't those great scholars and literary figures be eager to join? Fame, fortune, future prospects, and wealth—who wouldn't want that?"
"Hahahaha—" The three of them shook their heads, laughing lewdly.
"By the way, what's the point of this 'Great Song Dynasty Weekly'?" Gao Ya suddenly blurted out. "Make money from it? We don't need it; we won't even get any girls with it; at most, we can call ourselves scholars when we go out..."
"Idiot!" Qian Shicai interrupted him. "If the 'Great Song Dynasty Weekly' really takes off, all those great scholars and literary figures who join will be tied to us. Their students and disciples will all follow our lead. If it gets bigger, we'll have the voice of the people and the direction of public opinion in our hands. Dealing with those bastards from the Prince's Party will be a piece of cake!"
Well, this little Qian, he hit the nail on the head except for the advertising profits.
Pang Yu secretly felt gratified, then took out two pieces of paper he had prepared earlier and threw them on the table.
"Since Master Qian has eight bookstores, and the woodblock printing, materials, and workers are all readily available, why not practice with a few tabloids before publishing the weekly?"
"What's this?"
"The tabloid headlines."
"Oh, let me see." Qian Shicai grabbed it, glanced at it, and his mouth dropped open, speechless. "
Oh, the lovelorn one, why did the lowly servant venture alone into the Green Jade Pavilion?
A tragic love affair, why did the princess fall in love with a servant of the Pang family?
For love, the down-on-his-luck scholar threw himself into the Pang family, a love that moved heaven and earth for many years.
Thousands fall in love with the lowly servant, the world's most famous courtesan's earth-shattering love.
Love stronger than gold! Never giving up for her, the down-on-his-luck scholar's inner monologue.
These are still relatively normal, but what follows is even more outrageous!
Why did the young prince turn into a beast, blinded by beauty?
The heartless prince, why did a hundred men chase after the lowly servant? All
the beauties of the world are mine! The arrogant prince's boastful words.
I don't love you, I love him, the beauty's heartfelt confession under the moon."
Never bowing his head, the down-on-his-luck scholar defies power; true love prevails.
...
"Master Qian, thank you for your trouble. I'll give you the outline; find a few scholars to write it down. Within three days, these must be posted throughout the streets and alleys of the capital—this is the Marquis's order."

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Lustful Doctor

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"What? Xiuxiang is sick?"
In Chunman Garden, Pang Yu jumped up and glared at Chuixue.
"Yes, it seems she caught a chill after I took her home the day before yesterday, and she stayed in bed all day yesterday."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner!" Pang Yu was deeply concerned, his eyes reddening.
"My lord, you got up early yesterday morning and went out, visiting Green Jade Pavilion, Kaifeng Prefecture, and then staying at the Eighth Prince's Mansion until evening. Then you met with the Third and Fourth Princes at the Imperial Incense Burner for a private talk. You didn't return until late at night, and went straight to bed..." Chuixue looked aggrieved. "Master, I wanted to say something, but I didn't have the chance."
Pang Yu had indeed been busy all day and couldn't find a reason to scold him: "Do you need to ask me what to do if you're sick? Find a doctor, find the imperial physicians! Where are the ones who treat me? Quickly, go and call a few of them to examine Xiuxiang."
"Those were all invited from the Imperial Hospital by the master. Where can we find them in such a short time?"
"Then find the most famous doctors in the city, the best doctors!" Pang Yu shouted, slamming his fist on the table, his concern evident.
"No, this won't do... I'm afraid it won't work..." Chuixue shook her head timidly, "If you, Marquis, don't go yourself... I'm afraid no one in the capital will be able to treat Miss Di."
"What!?"
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West of the city, a carriage bearing the banner of the Grand Tutor's Mansion sped along the street.
"***Zhao Shiqing, you've got guts!"
Inside the carriage, Fourth Brother's curses echoed, interspersed with Chuixue's obsequious flattery that made one's skin crawl.
"Fourth Brother, you are truly brilliant! Brilliant! You predicted that Zhao Shiqing couldn't do anything to us and would definitely send people to cause trouble for Miss Di. From the night before last until yesterday, he sent six groups of men. Three groups were stopped by the Imperial Guards, two were defeated by Zhan Zhao, and the last group only had three killed by that brat. So, as I say, Fourth Brother, with your wisdom like Zhuge Liang and your talent like Taigong, what in this world can't you foresee? Let alone a mere Zhao Shiqing, what event in every corner of our Great Song Dynasty isn't within your calculations?"
"Stop with the nonsense, get to the point."
"Yes, yes, yes." Chuixue nodded hurriedly. "Zhao Shiqing's scheme failed, so naturally he was furious. He apparently heard from his men about Miss Di's illness and actually spread the word that all the clinics in the city were forbidden from treating Miss Di."
"Bah! Does he think he's like me? That no one in the city would dare disobey my word?"
"Uh, of course, Fourth Brother is right. Zhao Shiqing's words can only fool ordinary people. No one will listen to a true master doctor. But the problem is... the problem is..."
"What's the problem?"
"The problem is that Miss Di can't afford a famous doctor."
*Smack!* A heavy kick landed on Chuixue's back, sending her tumbling off the carriage.
"Change course, go to the best clinic in the city!"
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The Grand Tutor's carriage was indeed extraordinary.
In no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they arrived outside "Baozhitang" on the east side of Panlou Street in the west of the city.
"This is the biggest clinic in the capital!?"
Pang Yu turned his head, glaring at Chuixue, who had been kicked off the carriage and rolled several times on the ground, covered in dust.
"Yes, yes, it's Baozhitang, the clinic of the most famous physician in the capital, the old master Lin."
"It's almost noon, and there's not a single person here. The doors are all closed. A so-called great physician? Even a random peasant pharmacy would have more people than this." Pang Yu was furious and raised his foot to kick it again.
"No, no, Fourth Brother. Baozhitang only treats high-ranking officials and nobles. The medicine is five times more expensive than ordinary pharmacies, and a house call costs at least two strings of cash. Ordinary people can't afford it. So Baozhitang's doors are usually closed. People who want to see a doctor have to go and knock on the door themselves. But then again, old master Lin's medical skills are indeed superb. He has cured many difficult and complicated diseases that even the Imperial Hospital couldn't handle."
"In short, he has medical skills but no medical ethics, right?"
"Yeah, that's about it."
"Bang!" Just as Chuixue finished speaking, Fourth Brother kicked out, and in the dust, the door of Baozhitang cracked in two and collapsed with a crash.
Sweating profusely, Chuixue was stunned.
The grand hall, spanning seven bays, was completely empty. The plaques that should have hung on the pillars, proclaiming "True Remedy for Alcohol Injuries: Jixiang Pills" and "Taiyang Zhongwan for Gastrointestinal Diseases," lay scattered on the floor. The exquisitely carved rosewood medicine cabinets were strewn about, various medicinal herbs strewn everywhere, and even the porcelain statue of the Medicine King enshrined in front of the hall was on the ground, shattered into pieces.
What happened? Had it been looted?!
Pang Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Surely not? Did that bastard Zhao Shiqing foresee that I would come to Baozhitang to ask for a doctor, and kill everyone here first?
Nonsense! Xiuxiang didn't have a terminal illness; only this place could cure her. There were doctors and physicians all over the capital, and if that didn't work, there was the Imperial Hospital. What good would smashing up Baozhitang do?
Pang Yu narrowed his eyes, carefully examining his surroundings. Only scattered medicinal herbs lay on the ground, and a few sword marks adorned the cabinet; not a drop of blood was visible. After a moment's thought, he understood what had happened.
"Fourth Brother, this…this seems like a bloodbath has occurred. Let's not report it to the authorities."
Pang Yu ignored him and strode inside.
Passing through the front hall, the backyard was even more chaotic, with earthenware pots, herbs, and pestles scattered everywhere. Pang Yu, however, was not alarmed but rather amused, continuing on until he reached a charming little building.
"Are you going to make a house call or not? Are you going to treat Sister Xiuxiang?" A crisp, sharp rebuke came from inside.
Sure enough, Pang Yu couldn't help but laugh. He recognized the voice immediately—it was Ding Yuehua. The little girl must have been unable to find a doctor for Xiuxiang and, in her desperation, had come to cause a scene at Baozhi Hall.
Pang Yu pushed open the door and went in. Sure enough, he saw a large group of people gathered in the hall. Inside, Ding Yuehua held her small, silver sword to the neck of an old man with a white beard sitting in the middle.
"Hmph, do you think I, Lin Daoyuan, am a child? You're scared just because I waved a sword a couple of times?" The old man didn't care about the little girl's threat and sat there without moving.
"You... if you don't go and treat Sister Xiuxiang, I'll kill you." The little girl was jumping up and down in a panic, her pink face flushed red.
She looked both anxious and helpless, which was indescribably cute. "Do you dare?" The old man... uh, it must be that so-called great doctor Lin Daoyuan. He looked at her coldly. It seemed that he was cunning and thought that the little girl was just putting on an act and wouldn't dare to make a move.
Ding Yuehua truly dared not lay a hand on him. If it were a matter of killing notorious bandits or thugs, the chivalrous Ding Yuehua wouldn't even blink an eye. But the great physician Lin was law-abiding; he neither stole nor robbed, though he was a bit greedy—he wouldn't make a house call or treat patients without payment. How could the little girl possibly bring herself to do it? Her big eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
The old man, emboldened, raised his eyes and said, "Little girl, don't you know that murder is illegal? If you slash this old man today, even if he doesn't die, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison. Not to mention, once you're in there, your sick sister Xiuxiang will have no one to take care of her; she might even die alone in bed..."
Threatened by him like this, the little girl became even more anxious, sobbing, "Then tell me, what will it take for me to go?"
"Patient fee, patient fee! I'll go anywhere as long as you pay!" Even with a gleaming sword pressed against his neck, Physician Lin still demanded money. His greed had truly reached a new level.
"How much?"
"Normally, my fee for a house call is five strings of cash, but you barged in with a sword and angered me—sorry, I won't go anywhere without fifty strings."
"What! You—how could you do this?"
"Baozhi Hall isn't a charity, it's a medical clinic!" Physician Lin roared, shouting, "How can I make house calls without money? Huh? Today I saved your sister, tomorrow everyone wants to see a doctor for free, how am I supposed to stay open! I've worked hard my whole life to earn the title of Physician of Great Physician, not to provide convenience for those peasants and poor people. Do you have fifty strings? If not, forget it, get out!" "
You…you shameless!" Ding Yuehua was so angry she could barely breathe, but there was nothing she could do.
“You’re right, I’m shameless! What I want is fame, fortune, and power!”
“Then what if… what if you don’t have enough money? What would it take for you to agree to treat Sister Xiuxiang?” The little girl asked, wiping her eyes, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Well…” Lin Daoyuan looked Ding Yuehua up and down, a wicked smile playing on his lips beneath his white beard. “You’re too young. You probably can’t even be a maid. How about this: I’ll treat your sister’s illness, but after I’ve cured her, she has to work as a maid in my household for three years as repayment. What do you say?”
“Pah! Shameless old lecher!” Chuixue muttered under her breath.
“What’s wrong?” Pang Yu asked.
“This old man surnamed Lin is quite skilled in medicine, but he’s also incredibly lecherous. Often, poor families come to him seeking treatment but can’t afford the fees, so he demands that they keep their daughters as maids, and then…”
“Then what?”
“Then he does the same thing as Fourth Brother… and Fourth Brother… and you… and you…” Chuixue stammered.
"Trying to seduce the maids and servants?"
"Yes, but Fourth Brother, you attract them with your charm, while he... directly... uses force."
Pang Yu suddenly flared up.
Not only was he greedy and unwilling to make house calls, but he also dared to covet my woman.
"My dear Yuehua, that's not how you invite a doctor." He laughed, raising his hand to part the crowd, creating a path.

Chapter Ninety-Five: Siblings in Adversity

"You...you stinking servant!"
Ding Yuehua glared at him, only then realizing what was happening when Pang Yu had already rushed forward and stood in front of Lin Daoyuan.
"Old man, you want me to sleep with you before you'll make house calls, is that it?" he asked bluntly.
"Yes...who are you? What are you..." Lin Daoyuan blurted out, almost revealing his lecherous doctor nature. Just as he was about to question him, he suddenly felt a lightness in his body; Pang Yu had grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
Lin Daoyuan's disciples and grand-disciples were all dumbfounded. Ding Yuehua was also taken aback, her rosy lips widening as she stared blankly at this—wind-like man (who appeared like the wind, cough cough).
"Who I am is not for you to ask, but if you refuse to make house calls, you may not even have the right to live in this world." Pang Yuwei exerted a little force, lifting Lin Daoyuan even higher. His legs kicked wildly but couldn't touch the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he stopped breathing. Only after Pang Yuwei loosened his grip slightly did he catch his breath and stammer, "You, what are you going to do? You're threatening me, I'd rather die than go..."
"Slap!" A punch was thrown, aimed straight at his head.
"Ah ...
"Hmph, you don't dare to hit me now, do you? You don't dare to really hit me, do you?" The Grand Physician Lin was quite arrogant. Even though he was clearly in the other's hands, he suddenly laughed, a wild laugh. "Let me tell you, I am the Grand Physician, the Great Physician! Understand? Which high-ranking official in the entire capital hasn't sought my treatment? If you dare touch me, I'll make sure you die a gruesome death!"
"Is that so? They all really seek your treatment?" Pang Yu smiled, a bright smile, but the bloodlust in his eyes only increased.
"Hmph, you can try if you don't believe me." Grand Physician Lin was fearless, probably because he had been wielding his power for years, and his domineering control over the maids and servants in the mansion stemmed from this.
"I believe you. Who in the capital doesn't know the renowned Physician Lin?"
"Knowing that, why aren't
you letting go..." "That bastard Zhao Shiqing's injury, you must have treated it too, right?"
"Zhao Shiqing? Prince of Anding!" Physician Lin was stunned for a moment. "Yes, it was me who treated him. Anyone else would have been bedridden for at least a month. I, Physician Lin, have miraculous healing skills..."
"I punched him, only two punches."
"What? You... Ah, you, you, you, you, you!" Physician Lin trembled with shock, looking at him as if he were a ghost, and said in a trembling voice, "You, you, you, you are the legendary vicious, wicked, and utterly wicked newcomer to the Grand Tutor's mansion, the first-class servant Pang Si?"
"Yes, it's me." Despite adding a long string of completely fictitious and fabricated adjectives before his name, Pang Yu readily admitted it, while Ding Yuehua, clutching her stomach, was already laughing hysterically.
Physician Lin was completely dumbfounded.
This...this man, so handsome and refined—except for his eyes, how could he be that...that fierce demon whom the Prince of An Ding still fears and can't even sleep at night when he thinks of him?
"I'll ask you one more time, are you willing to treat my Xiu Xiang or not?"
The Grand Physician Lin hesitated, thinking that the Prince of An Ding was his mortal enemy. If he went out to treat her and got caught, he'd be skinned alive. But the Prince dared to beat the Prince half to death; what chance did a mere divine physician like himself have? If he really got angry, the old man probably wouldn't even see the sun rise tomorrow.
"Pang...Fourth Brother...no, Fourth Master, although I am a Grand Physician, I can't necessarily cure every disease." He wiped away cold sweat, his voice trembling.
"Is that so? Then I can't guarantee that you, Grand Physician Lin, will have your limbs intact." Pang Yu rolled his eyes, shrugged, and said calmly, winking at Ding Yuehua.
Ding Yuehua laughed, then glared at him angrily, giving him no face whatsoever.
Dr. Lin's heart skipped a beat, but he forced a smile and said, "Fourth Master, you're joking. How could a perfectly healthy person's arms and legs break?"
Pang Yu kicked, sending a chair flying, which he caught horizontally.
"Is your bone stronger, or is this mahogany chair more durable?"
"Of course...of course, the chair." Dr. Lin stammered, his words becoming indistinct.
"Crack!" Before he could finish his sentence, Pang Yu grabbed the chair and slammed it against his foot. The chair split in two with a loud crash, leaving Dr. Lin pale with fright.
Pang Yu smiled at him, "Look, look! Even such a fine chair can break so inexplicably. Dr. Lin, who knows, your arms and legs might also break one day..."
"Fourth Master!" Dr. Lin interrupted Pang Yu, his expression turning serious.
"Hmm?"
"This old man is on his house call. Please lead the way."
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Noon was approaching, and the sun was high in the sky.
From a dilapidated hut halfway up the mountain, a woman's soft voice drifted out.
"Qing'er... cough cough, you're back from school? Come on, eat quickly... cough cough cough, sister... sister will serve you, cough cough." Her tone was full of concern.
"Sister, let me eat first. I... I'm not hungry yet. I don't want to eat." The answer came from a child.
"How could that be... cough cough, you're growing... how could you not be hungry..."
"Sister, you eat. You've gone hungry for several meals... several meals because of Qing'er."
"Nonsense! Sister... cough cough, sister has food... cough cough cough..."
"Sister is lying. I... I saw it from outside the door. Every time sister says there's leftovers, she's lying to me. She drinks the water from rinsing rice by herself. This can't be... waah—it's Qing'er's fault. Qing'er kept insisting on going to school and used up all the money sister had saved. Sister got sick and couldn't chop firewood to sell, and we don't even have rice at home... waah!"
Suddenly, Qing'er's voice stopped, and only Wan'er's sobs remained. "Qing'er, what are you saying, cough cough! It's sister's fault. Sister is bad. Sister is sick... cough cough cough, can't go out to earn money so you can eat your fill. Sister didn't take good care of you... sister..." The following breaths were replaced by sobs.
Outside the door, Pang Yu stood blankly. Hearing the siblings' words, his eyes brightened, a hint of heartache in them.
"Didn't I tell you to bring some food, drink, and clothing? Didn't you bring any?"
"I brought some, but Miss Di wouldn't accept them."
"She said she'd already received too much kindness from Fourth Brother, and could never repay it in her lifetime..."
Before he could finish, Pang Yu had already pushed open the door and entered.
The scene inside made him even more heartbroken!
Poor, dilapidated, and run-down—these three words could describe the home where Di Xiuxiang and her brother lived.
The room was shabby everywhere; all the daily necessities and the few pieces of furniture were old and shabby. The thatched roof was riddled with holes, letting in only slivers of sunlight. It was alright on sunny days, but what would the siblings do if it rained...? Pang Yu felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Di Xiuxiang lay on a tattered wooden bed covered with straw, covered with a thin linen quilt. Beside her was a chipped earthenware pot and a dilapidated stove, simmering a pot of thin porridge—a pot of porridge with only a few grains of rice visible, which Di Xiuxiang was giving entirely to her younger brother!
Standing in this abjectly impoverished home, Pang Yu felt a pang of heartache and rushed to the bedside.
"Xiuxiang, I'm sorry I'm late! I've made you suffer!"
Suddenly someone burst in, and Di Xiuxiang froze for a moment. When she recognized the figure that haunted her dreams, she thought she was dreaming: "Pang... Brother Pang, is it you... is it you?"
"Yes, it's me, Pang Si, the real deal, no fakes, no deception... I'm Pang Si!" Pang Yu stammered anxiously, all his usual eloquence gone.
"Pfft—" Di Xiuxiang was amused by her anxious and flustered appearance. The worry on her pretty face disappeared, dispelling her
seemingly innate melancholy. Then she coughed heavily a few times.
"Xiuxiang, are you...are you alright!" Pang Yu was concerned and rushed to the bedside to touch her forehead. When he touched it, it was burning hot!
"You surnamed Lin, come and take a look at me quickly. If you can't cure me, I'll take your head!"
Doctors are more valuable as they get older. Doctor Lin was not only old but also had very high medical skills. Apart from being a bit lecherous and greedy, he was definitely one of the top doctors in the capital. People who came to him for treatment would kneel down and beg, cry and beg, and some would go to great lengths to find connections or offer huge sums of money. It was truly unprecedented for someone like Pang Yu to lift him up and force him to treat a patient!
Doctor Lin practiced medicine for two reasons: fame and profit. Usually—no, it was because he didn't have these two things, he would never make a house call, even if he was forcibly brought here.
This time, however, Pang Yu only called out once, and Physician Lin obediently went over with his medicine box to take her pulse.
Physician Lin dared not offend this man who had dared to beat the Prince of Anding half to death in the street.
When Pang Yu touched Di Xiuxiang's forehead, her whole body felt as if she had been electrocuted; her hands and feet were numb and tingling, and she was completely unable to move for a moment. She only came to her senses when Physician Lin took her pulse. Her pale face turned as red as fire, and she touched her cheeks with her other hand, her ears burning with embarrassment.
"Divine Doctor, is my sister's illness serious?" Little Di Qing asked tremblingly from the side.
Physician Lin, being a renowned physician, immediately focused intently upon taking the pulse. Xiao Diqing asked him twice before he withdrew his hand, shaking his head and saying, "Medicine has its art, as it says: Heaven distributes the five elements to govern all things; humans are endowed with the five constants, possessing the five internal organs. Meridians and acupoints connect yin and yang, profound and subtle, their changes are immeasurable..."
"I invited Physician Lin here for a consultation, not to have you recite the *Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases*," Pang Yu smiled, flexing his wrists while watching him intently.
Physician Lin was startled, wondering how a servant could know such things. Of course, he didn't know that the servant was actually the eldest son of the Grand Tutor's mansion. The Grand Tutor's mansion had a vast collection of books, and the eldest son, confined there for a month, had nothing to do but browse through them. Although it was just a superficial reading, without any real understanding, his fourth brother possessed an excellent memory; everything he saw was stored in his brain, and it would come in handy sometime
—like now, to frighten Physician Lin.
Upon hearing this, Physician Lin assumed Pang Yu was also an expert and dared not be negligent. He stroked his white beard and pondered for a moment before solemnly saying, "Young lady, this illness is caused by wind-evil invading the bones. The symptoms are wheezing, coughing, shortness of breath, weakness in the limbs, and a weak, thready pulse, indicating internal deficiency with yin deficiency. This is cold evil attacking the lungs, and it is urgent to warm and tonify."
"How should I prescribe medicine?" Pang Yu urged.
"Ancient books say: 'Medicine is used for the purpose of saving lives. Even the most skillful use of medicine requires careful consideration...'"
*Crack!* The sound of a wrist being twisted.
"For this young lady's illness, the main treatment should be Lizhong Decoction, a secret formula passed down only by our national physicians." Reminded of this, Physician Lin spoke quickly. "The prescription includes three ounces of ginseng, three ounces of dried ginger, three ounces of licorice root, and three ounces of atractylodes macrocephala. Boil these four ingredients in eight liters of water until three liters remain. Remove the dregs and divide into three warm doses. She will definitely improve within two days and recover completely within five days."
"Uh, Baozhitang has all these herbs, right?"
"Yes, yes, but… for a faster recovery, the ginseng needs to be of good quality. This… the price…" Physician Lin stammered, wanting to explain but afraid of being criticized.
"Old Master Lin is a national physician, a great physician. Talking about money would be beneath your dignity," Pang Yu said with a smile, moving his wrist closer to him.
Dr. Lin felt as if his flesh had been ripped out, yet he still forced a smile: "Ah, yes, yes, these medicinal herbs are for me... for me... for me..."
Dr. Lin was truly greedy; he stammered "for me" for a long time without saying the "free gift." Pang Yu watched his grotesque grin and prepared to clench his fists to make his speech more fluent.
"Brother Pang, let it go... cough cough... we... cough cough cough!" Di Xiuxiang suddenly spoke, clutching her chest and coughing violently.
"We are unfortunate people, we can't afford ginseng, let it go... cough cough cough!"
"Brother Pang... Brother Pang..." Di Xiuxiang grabbed Pang Yu's sleeve with her thin little hands, and for the first time in her life, she shed tears, "Xiuxiang begs you... begs you, cough... begs you to help Xiuxiang take care of Qing'er... Xiuxiang's death... cough cough cough... Xiuxiang's death doesn't matter, as long as Qing'er... he's doing well..." "
Sister—" Little Di Qing sobbed and rushed over, the siblings embracing and weeping.
National Physician Lin frowned, seemingly reluctant to accept the gift. He thought, "If it's a free gift, then so be it. I'll be generous this once and do the Grand Tutor's mansion a favor.
" Just as he was about to speak, Pang Yu waved his hand dismissively. "Expensive, huh? No need for the ginseng."
Useless man, ptooey!
Ding Yuehua stomped her foot angrily and rushed forward to pinch him.
"Snowflakes!!!" Pang Yu slammed his hand on the table.
"Here, here, here."
"Go get that thousand-year-old ginseng from the manor, go, hurry up!!!"

Chapter Ninety-Six: Xiu Xiang's First Kiss

"Ah, no!"
"So shy, don't let me be so hot in front of Brother Pang..."
"Come on, open a little, Brother Pang will be very gentle, very gentle, very gentle, slowly... " "
Ugh, ugh ugh ugh, no, no! Brother Pang, forgive Xiu Xiang, Xiu Xiang is a bad girl... Xiu Xiang doesn't listen to Brother Pang...
" "Bear with it, it'll be over soon, trust Brother Pang. [Drunk][Exposed] [ Net]
Come on, open slowly, be good, listen to me." "Ahhhhhh! It's in— " "It hurts, it hurts so much, ahh ... Pang Yu put down the bowl and lovingly stroked his hair. "The medicine should be drunk while it's hot, that way it will be more effective. You see, the first sip was a little hot, but it got better afterward. Brother Pang told you to open your mouth wider, not to force you to drink the medicine, but so that the medicine cools down faster after it goes into your mouth, and you won't have a heartburn." "But... Xiu Xiang is afraid Brother Pang will find out it's bitter," lying in the arms of her beloved, the strong Di Xiu Xiang was no different from any other girl, just as shy and coquettish. Because... she had an embrace to lean on. "Brother Pang is lying, Xiu Xiang's mouth hurts so much from the medicine, cough cough." "Does it hurt? Then Brother Pang will blow on it for you, it won't hurt anymore." Under the guise of "blowing," Pang Yu slowly lowered his head, and their lips got closer and closer... closer and closer... Di Xiu Xiang knew what was about to happen, and shyly closed her eyes, her heart pounding like a deer. A fiery kiss landed on her cherry lips, the intense scent of a man lingering in her nostrils. Di Xiuxiang let out a soft "oh," her face flushing as red as a pomegranate, the shyness and timidity of a pure young girl instantly melting away in Pang Yu's tender kiss. ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× "You lecherous scoundrel, you shameless scoundrel!" It was just a kiss, only a few seconds long, no French kissing, no further violation—to the wicked Fourth Brother, this was undoubtedly a saintly act! However, less than a second after leaving the room, he was immediately subjected to the little girl's insults. Pang Yu ignored her, turning to look at the peacefully sleeping Di Xiuxiang inside, a warmth filling his heart. Xiuxiang was the first woman he fell in love with after arriving in this world. Whether it was pity or affection, he loved her, loved her heart, loved her as a person, loved her strength, loved everything about her. This gave Pang Yu a special feeling for her from the very beginning—"I would rather betray the world than betray Xiuxiang," this was the vow he kept in his heart. "Ugly lecherous thief, shameless, big bad guy—" Seeing that he didn't speak, Ding Yuehua cursed more and more fiercely, even having the idea of drawing her sword and poking a few holes in him. Fortunately, she was pulled back by Xiao Diqing (if she hadn't pulled her back, her fourth brother might have poked holes in her body, hehe): "Sister, Sister Yuehua, my sister is asleep, don't disturb her." Ding Yuehua then angrily stopped, but her eyes were still glaring fiercely, looking like she wanted to gouge Pang Yu's "wicked" mouth out of his face. "Hey, hey, hey, what did I do to call me shameless?" The fourth brother couldn't hold back any longer, but decided to play dumb. "Well, adults should act like adults and not argue with little girls. " "You—you bullied Sister Xiuxiang!" The little girl stuck out her tongue at him, revealing two adorable little tiger teeth. "Bullyed? I saved Xiuxiang, okay? I found the doctor, I got the medicine, I even brewed it myself, and I fed it to Xiuxiang." Pang Yu rolled his eyes, looking at her with disdain. "But Lady Ding keeps calling me 'Sister Xiuxiang,' and what did she do? She went to Baozhitang and caused a scene, only to raise the consultation fee tenfold." "You—you—you—you—you!" In a verbal battle, the little girl was no match for him. Her pink face flushed bright red, and her slender, bamboo shoot-like finger pointed at his forehead. "You tricked us out, but you hid inside and secretly kissed…kissed…you shameless! You—you promise to apologize! Apologize to Sister Xiuxiang when she wakes up, otherwise, this—this—this lady will be very unkind to you!" Apologize for a kiss? What about when she becomes my wife? After sex, won't she have to kneel and beg for forgiveness? Pang Yu really wanted to pinch the little girl's cheek and then say a few sarcastic things to her... Hmm, her hair smells so good... It must feel so nice to hold her and smell it... Wait! This isn't the time for this kind of thing! As a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant, Pang Yu certainly wouldn't be shameless enough to flirt with another girl in front of his future brother-in-law. But how could he shut the little girl up without flirting? She was chattering away like a sparrow, so annoying! “Actually…” Little Di Qing suddenly spoke up, “My sister… she might really want to be bullied. She talks about her Brother Pang every day.” “Nonsense, Little Di Qing, don’t think that this stinking servant, this big bad guy, this dead lecher, is a good person just because he brought medicine to save your sister. No way! He… he… he’s shameless! He even bullies people in his dreams!” The more she spoke, the redder her face became, apparently recalling the embarrassing scene in that “dream” where Pang Yu had coaxed and tricked her into almost stripping off her clothes and “voluntarily” appearing. Little Di Qing pouted and shouted, “I’m not talking nonsense! My sister really talks about ‘Brother Pang’ every day. I think she’s probably fallen for him and wants to marry him.” Goodness , what a little devil! He’s got potential! Pang Yu almost burst out laughing. Sure enough, the brother-in-law and sister-in-law are always on the same side. Ding Yuehua was so angry she almost fainted. Little Di Qing blinked and added, "Sister, don't be angry. My sister is just talking about it, she hasn't said she likes him yet. A kiss doesn't mean anything. There are plenty of good men in the world, it's not like you can't talk about one after another, right?" "That's right, three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere..." Pang Yu didn't expect Di Qing to be so shrewd. After siding with him, he sided with Di Xiuxiang. He was almost led astray by this kid—no, he had already led astray, making the little girl giggle. It was a great relief for her. Look, look, he doesn't offend either side, this kid is really cunning. Pang Yu was both amused and annoyed, but overall he was in a good mood. First kiss, Xiuxiang's first kiss. I got it just like that, and now for her first night... In his daydream, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw several furtive figures hiding and spying in the distance. Good, good timing, I was just looking for a place to vent my anger. Pang Yu grinned maliciously. ***Zhao Shiqing, you dare touch my woman? I'll never forgive you! As always—the support of readers is my greatest motivation for writing! Chapter Ninety-Seven: My Miss Wants to See You. Bianliang, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty. [Drunk][Exposed][Net] Here are millions of residents, and the most magnificent and grand city in the world!

The city walls, tightly constructed of brick and stone, surrounded the city, with gate towers and watchtowers, sturdy and imposing. The main wall alone was over seven zhang high, topped with a parapet, upon which were further reinforced with brickwork. Majestic gate towers, corner towers, and watchtowers stood intermittently, the highest observation platform likely over ten zhang above the ground, its double-eaved, nine-ridged hipped roof surrounded by a colonnade, showcasing the boundless prosperity and grandeur of this international metropolis, a crossroads of eight provinces and a hub for trade with all nations.
The capital city is the face of a nation, and the city walls are its very countenance.
The "Wei" battalion of the Imperial Guards, guarding the southern city walls, had always been diligent in their duties, carefully watching over the walls and everything in the vicinity for twelve hours a day.
But this morning, a horrifying incident occurred right before their very eyes!
The face of the Great Song Dynasty had been slapped!
Last night, the watchtower had been thoroughly cleaned twice to ensure it was free of dust, stains, and unwanted people. Yet, several thick hemp ropes, each as thick as a child's arm, hung from the roof of the double-eaved, nine-ridged hip-and-gable structure. At the ends of these ropes, about halfway up the city wall, hung eight naked, burly men, their mouths gagged with cloth strips, their limbs bound behind their backs, dangling from the wall, more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) off the ground, unable to move an inch.
If it were just this, the brothers of the Wei Battalion might have thought it was a prank, quickly went to lower them, questioned them, and then decided whether to send them to Kaifeng Prefecture for questioning. However
, these men weren't simply hanging; behind them were cloth strips, white with red characters, prominently displaying "Fan Tong, Guard of the Prince of Anding's Mansion," "Qin Shou, Guard of the Prince of Anding's Mansion," "Fu Yanjie, Guard of the Prince of Anding's Mansion," "Wei Shengjin, Guard of the Prince of Anding's Mansion," and so on, ending with a large signature.
—Written by Bai Yutang, the "Golden-haired Rat."
If it were just these things, they probably still wouldn't think much of it. But when compared to the headlines of the flyers and tabloids plastered all over Bianliang this morning, it became clear.
The pitiful Prince Zhao Shiqing of Anding had suddenly become the target of everyone's scorn.
The tabloid headlines read: "Royal carriage speeds through the bustling city, a weak wood-selling girl nearly dies in the street," "Orphaned siblings rely on each other for survival, a cruel prince abuses them," "For her poor younger brother, a young girl in the prime of her life is forced to abandon medical treatment," "A true testament to human love: the devoted romance between a wealthy servant and a weak wood-selling girl." The shocking headlines, the sensational content, and the eloquent writing of the ghostwriters perfectly described the pitiful state of the weak wood-selling girl, the despicable nature of the Prince of Anding, and of course, the brilliance, competence, courage, and responsibility of a certain servant in the Grand Tutor's mansion!
It says "a certain servant," but anyone with eyes can see who it really is—who publicly rebuked the Prince of Beihai in front of a hundred thousand people; who single-handedly stormed the Green Jade Pavilion and easily solved the absolute puzzle set by the Nangong family; and who beat up the Prince of Anding in the street and went on an outing with Zou Xiyun, the top courtesan of the Seven Show Pavilion…
Hype, you know?
Fourth Brother has traveled across a thousand years, returning from a harmonious society to ancient times. He knows very well what topics the common people like to talk about, what things are more likely to attract attention, and how to manipulate an event to spread its influence exponentially in a short period of time. So, in just a few days, his nickname "Pang Si"—no, his name Pang Si—was already famous throughout the capital, known to everyone, young and old!
The power of public opinion should not be underestimated.
Sitting in a tavern by the city wall, looking at the crowd pointing, gesturing, and cursing below, Pang Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Three days at most.
Under his manipulation, the hearts of the people in the capital had completely turned in his favor.
From the moment Nangong Qinyi uttered the statement, "This matter was definitely not done by Marquis Anle," and then manipulated public opinion to shift the blame, the focus of public attention shifted from Marquis Anle to Zhao Yunbi and Zhao Shiqing.
Pang Yu held Zhao Shiqing in high regard.
Yes, you read that right, high regard!
If it weren't for this fool dragging him down, how could the shrewd and cunning Zhao Yunbi have ended up in the same predicament as him?
The head of the Prince's faction wasn't an easy position; once you sat on it, you had to bear the consequences of your subordinates' mistakes.
Moreover, Zhao Shiqing's recklessness, arrogance, hubris, and vindictiveness indirectly contributed to his and Di Xiuxiang's rise to power.
Leaving aside the enchanting springtime scene in the wooden house, the news of Zhao Yunbi threatening all the medical clinics in the city has made his earth-shattering love affair with Di Xiuxiang known to everyone in the city. Even if his identity is exposed later, with this incident as evidence, who wouldn't believe that he truly loves Di Xiuxiang—the Anle Marquis, disguised as a servant, and the young girl who lost both parents, have weathered storms together, witnessing true love and devotion!
The only regret is that the investigation into who committed the massacre at Li Family Village is still ongoing without any leads.
Zhan Zhao has been investigating for three days without a single clue. His father-in-law, the Eighth Prince, promised to help him find the murderer, but two days have passed without any reply, leaving Pang Yu extremely anxious.
"Fourth Brother Pang, Fourth Brother Pang," someone called out several times from across the table.
Pang Yu snapped out of his reverie and chuckled, "Brother Ouyang, we've talked for quite a while now. What are your thoughts on participating in the compilation of the Great Song Era Weekly?"
"I dare not, I dare not," Ouyang Xiu repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting. "How could I, Yongshu, possibly be worthy of the position of editor-in-chief? Even in selecting manuscripts and proofreading, I'm afraid my experience is insufficient."
Pang Yu smiled and continued to flatter him, "Brother Yongshu, you're too modest. You are the greatest talent in the world today. It would be our honor to have you participate in the Great Song Era Weekly."
"I, Yongshu, am of meager talent and truly dare not shoulder such a heavy responsibility."
"Brother Yongshu, excessive modesty is just arrogance."
"No, no, no, I, Yongshu, am truly unworthy of the position of editor-in-chief." Ouyang Xiu shook his head repeatedly, somewhat overwhelmed by Pang Yu's enthusiasm. "If Brother Pang doesn't mind, I, Yongshu, would like to recommend someone." (
Thinking back to the previous commentary: You're not yet the future greatest literary figure of the Great Song Dynasty, the Six-One Hermit with disciples all over the world. A scholar not even twenty years old—would I possibly ask you to be editor-in-chief?)
Pang Yu inwardly complained about the boy's lack of awareness, but still smiled and asked, "May I ask who Brother Ouyang recommends?"
"This man's surname is Fan, courtesy name Wenzheng. He was poor in his youth but loved learning. Even as a scholar, he always considered the world his responsibility and was known for his outspokenness. He is currently..." "
Fan Zhongyan!?" Pang Yu nearly jumped up, his eyes wide.
"That's him! What, do you know him, Brother Pang?" Ouyang Xiu was taken aback.
"Yes, of course I know him! The Yueyang Tower Inscription, who doesn't know it? 'Be the first to worry about the world'..." Pang Yu almost let slip in his excitement, "Ahem, uh... I heard from a friend in the servants' circle that Fan Zhongyan was poor in his early years. He would only cook one pot of thick porridge a day, cut it into four pieces after it cooled, and take two pieces each morning and evening, mix them with some pickled vegetables and half a bowl of vinegar, eat them, and continue studying. After three years, he passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi. Truly a man of great talent!"
Fan Wenzheng! Another great minister of the ages! Why not take him in!
Pang Yu was thrilled.
Ouyang Xiu was also excited: "I didn't expect that Brother Pang had also heard the story of 'drawing porridge with a broken bowl of porridge,' oh, that's wonderful. However… Lord Fan is currently a compiler in the Imperial Library, responsible for the collation and organization of royal books and records. This Imperial Library is located in the Chongwen Hall of the capital's palace. Although the position of compiler in the Imperial Library is a sinecure, it is still a literary attendant of the emperor. If he were to become the editor-in-chief of the Great Song Dynasty Weekly, I'm afraid… the censors would have something to say."
"No problem, no problem, leave it to me. I guarantee no one in the court will interfere." Pang Yu waved his hand dismissively, thinking to himself, "To put it bluntly, it's just a tutor position. With my sister's influence, I'm afraid my emperor brother-in-law won't let him go.
" Ouyang Xiu pondered for a moment, then said, "Uncle Yong, I have another concern, but I don't know if I should say it."
"Brother Yong, please speak."
"The Great Song Dynasty Weekly may sound like a general publication, but its content actually covers a wide range of topics. It's not something that can be done simply by finding a few editors who are skilled in writing..."
"Don't worry, Brother Yongshu." Pang Yu said confidently, raising his cup and taking a hearty drink. "The Great Song Dynasty Weekly has the title personally suggested by the Eighth Prince, who also serves as its chief honorary editor-in-chief. It's fully sponsored by the God of Wealth, and with Master Nangong's promise to endorse it, attracting talent will definitely not be a problem, and you can rest assured about its sales."
"Endorsement?" Ouyang Xiu was quite puzzled. "What does 'endorsement' mean?"
Pang Yu, knowing he would ask this, had already prepared an answer: "The term 'endorsement' originally referred to drafting imperial edicts on behalf of the emperor. It comes from the Book of Documents, 'Shuoming Shang': 'Respectfully and silently contemplating the Way, I dreamt that the emperor bestowed upon me a wise advisor, who spoke on my behalf.' Here, it is extended to mean leveraging the unique charm and influence of Master Nangong to establish a distinct brand personality and confidence for our 'Great Song Era Weekly,' conveying our brand philosophy and values to the people of the capital, and winning their widespread recognition."
Ouyang Xiu seemed to understand, but before he could ask, Pang Yu hooked his arm around his shoulder, pulled him closer, and lowered his voice, saying, "Also, I wonder if we could invite your esteemed teacher, Prime Minister Lü, to serve as honorary editor-in-chief, alongside the Eighth Prince."
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"Lord Marquis, Lord Marquis." As soon as they stepped out of the restaurant, Chuixue approached them.
"What are you doing?"
"My lord, the Eighth Prince only mentioned a few words, he didn't agree to anything else. Why did you tell Ouyang Shaoli that he had already agreed to be the honorary editor-in-chief?"
"Foolish! If we don't bring up the Eighth Prince, will Prime Minister Lü agree?"
"What if the Eighth Prince asks..."
"When you talk to the Eighth Prince, won't you tell him that Prime Minister Lü has already agreed?"
"Ah! You can do that?"
"Nonsense, how else can we bring up a few influential honorary editors-in-chief?" Pang Yu turned around and gave him a flick on the forehead. When he turned back, he suddenly noticed an antique-style carriage parked in front of him. A pretty girl in red stepped out of the carriage, smiling gently at him.
"Oh, isn't this the beautiful, lovely, and pretty Sister Xianglan? Is there something you need?" Pang Yu greeted her with a smile, his unrestrained gaze wandering over the girl again.
Xianglan's face flushed red, and she even spoke haltingly.
"I...my young lady wants to see you."

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Teasing the Little Princess Again.

Sorry for the long wait, everyone, here's the update. It's today's update, of course. I have to work tomorrow morning, so I'll update again in the afternoon. zuilu.net
How many men in the capital dream of entering Green Jade Pavilion?
I don't know, but the unit is at least tens of thousands, and the order of magnitude is at least ten.
As one of the lucky ones among these tens of thousands, Pang Yu not only swaggered in
, but he also came twice in four days. The second time
, Nangong Qinyi sent someone to invite him. Just like last time, Pang Yu was still waiting in the hall when he came in. Xiang Lan
once again used the excuse of going to invite Nangong Qinyi and never returned, leaving the well-behaved and cute Xiao Wan to serve him. Pang Yu didn't care. Anyway, he didn't mind sneaking in again to watch Nangong Qinyi bathe.
"Miss Xiao Wan."
"What are your orders, young master?"
"When will your young lady..."
"The young lady will be here soon, really."
Looking at his sweet smile, Pang Yu believed that this time Nangong Qinyi would really come soon.
Soon, they arrived. He'd barely taken two sips of tea when footsteps echoed upstairs.
They were rushing down, hurried and eager, as if being a second earlier would be ideal. "
Hey, hey, hey, is that really necessary? Even though I, Fourth Brother, am dashing, handsome, and outstanding, it's not like I need the most famous courtesan in the land to rush me like this."
As Pang Yu stroked his face and daydreamed, a beautiful, milky-white face suddenly appeared in the second-floor hallway. Her large eyes were like glass, clear and transparent. She had a petite body, a slender waist, and soft, delicate hands, feet, and shoulders. She wore a chiffon dress embroidered with ribbons that resembled lace, and her long, soft hair was adorned with beautiful ornaments… The girl's entire appearance was excessively exquisite. She looked like a porcelain doll that could dance on the palm of your hand, and as delicate as a budding rose.
Unfortunately, this rose concealed a deadly poison—a poison capable of killing, vicious, cruel, and arrogant, a stark contrast to her extremely cute appearance.
A Lolita Princess!!!
A girl possessing both cuteness and cruelty simultaneously—who else could it be but her?
Nangong Qinyi invited me here, how could she be here!?
The moment she saw Pang Yu, the little princess's expression changed instantly. Her sharp eyes, which had been adding to the terrifying atmosphere, narrowed into slits, gleaming like knives. Those
bright, watery eyes were so cute, but also terrifying!
As she glared at him, Pang Yu felt as if some carnivorous animal was pouncing from those eyes. Although it was just a figment of his imagination, it felt several times more real than reality.
With the little princess arrogantly raising her chin and letting out a low, menacing growl like a hungry tiger cub, she leaped down from behind the two-story fence, instantly closing the distance between herself and Pang Yu to…
a foot!
Where did such a small body get such agility!?
Before Pang Yu could react, the little princess, who had been glaring at him defiantly from upstairs just seconds before, was in front of him in the blink of an eye. Her small body seemed to sprout sharp claws and fangs, transforming her into a howling tiger cub, exuding a bloodthirsty aura that threatened to tear him to shreds.
The distance between them had shrunk considerably!
"A shameless bastard like you, I can deal with at any time."
The little princess in mid-air gave Pang Yu one last look of utter contempt, then something swung from her hand, striking with astonishing force the spot where Pang Yu's head had just been—0.5 seconds before, Pang Yu had dodged. The object emitted a piercing, sharp sound, clearly the sound of a blade cutting through the air!
A dagger! A murderous dagger!!!
Pang Yu, with his sharp eyes, recognized it instantly.
The sword, less than half a foot long, was covered in uneven, fish-gut-like patterns. It grazed Pang Yu's face, severing several strands of hair despite not touching him, and a chill still lingered on half his cheek.
The object, having missed its mark, struck the screen behind Pang Yu.
"Crash—" Even a light touch produced a terrifying sound; the exquisitely carved rosewood double-sided painted glass screen shattered into pieces in an instant!
"Damn it, is this some kind of legendary Fish Gut Sword?!
To try and stab me with this thing?! That's too much of a favor!!!"
The little princess, having missed her sword strike, kicked out.
Her petite frame twisted, and she launched a flying kick at Pang Yu's chin.
Pang Yu, of course, dodged it, but a casual glance downwards revealed the little princess's palace skirt billowing up due to the violent movement, exposing her slender, almost exposed legs. "I'll kill you, kill you! Uwaa
...
"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't offend you... It was just a couple of pats... I didn't kiss you..." Pang Yu could still protest at first, but later he couldn't even shout anymore.
Damn it, this is the ancient divine weapon, the Fish Intestine Sword! One stab and you're dead!
"Don't run! You lecherous thief, villain, scoundrel, I'm going to kill you, kill you—" The little princess chased after him relentlessly, her angry shouts filled with murderous intent, but still quite pleasant to hear.
The two of them circled around the hall, one running and the other chasing, knocking over countless tables, chairs, tea tables, and screens. Xiao Wan just watched with a gentle smile, showing neither concern nor any intention to stop them.
What the hell is going on?!
They tricked me into coming here in Nangong Qin Yi's name just to let this brat vent her anger with a chase?
Yes, one of them is a princess-to-be, and the other is a princess; they probably knew each other a long time ago.
One was stared at by Fourth Brother, and the other was touched by Fourth Brother; they conspired to take revenge!
Pang Yu, enraged, deliberately lured her towards the wall. Just as they were about to collide, he abruptly stopped, sidestepped, and spun around in a perfect drift (people can drift too!). The little princess, rushing too fast, naturally missed her sword strike and crashed into the screen wall ahead. By the time she tried to stop, it was too late.
"Ah!" Xiao Wan screamed, covering her eyes in fright.
"Ah—" Another scream, but this time not from the little princess hitting the wall. Pang Yu, quick as lightning, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, snatching the Fish Gut Sword.
What happened next was predictable, given Fourth Brother's usual style. He immediately held the sword to the little princess's delicate neck.
"Hey, little girl, I didn't do anything to you, why are you chasing me?"
The little princess, like Ding Yuehua, couldn't stand the word "little." Her two fangs bared as she roared at him, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you! Behead you, tear you apart by chariots, exterminate your entire family!"
Why that phrase again? Pang Yu was annoyed.
"You want to kill me? Hmm?" Pang Yu brandished his Fish Gut Sword twice, the gleaming blade reflecting the translucent blue ribbons on the little princess's neck. "Do you believe that your fourth brother will draw circles and crosses on your face right now, along with turtles and tortoises, turning you into an ugly old woman who'll never get married?"
"You dare! You cut me once, I'll cut you a hundred times!" The little princess wasn't afraid at all.
Pang Yu was genuinely afraid of hurting her—goodness, what a lovely, spoiled little girl! Such a stubborn temper is so hard to tame; it would be a waste to ruin her now.
The chivalrous fourth brother wanted to show mercy, but simply intimidating her wouldn't work!
So what if he held a dagger to her neck? He'd still curse her!
"You villain, you lecher! You have repeatedly humiliated this princess! I will tear you to pieces, torn apart by five horses!"
She stood on tiptoe, chin raised, her delicate nose twisted, her thin, rose-colored lips seemingly about to reveal fangs, her black eyes blazing with fury... Any timid man would be speechless at the sight.
A thousand cuts? How could she be torn apart by five horses?
Pang Yu wanted to ask her, but then he noticed the princess had raised her leg, her cheeks puffed out as if gathering strength. So, he subtly shifted his leg to the side,
his foot hovering above her other.
The princess brought down her foot with all her might, but Pang Yu easily dodged.
She then conveniently stepped on her left foot with her right, causing him to cry out in pain.
"You... Waaaaah... I... Waaaah... I won't let you go... Waaaah—"
Look,
she's still cursing even while crying. Hey, hey, hey, I only touched her a few times, I didn't rape her, why are you cursing so much?
Pang Yu felt wronged, but had nowhere to vent.
"Waaaah... You killed me... Even if you killed me... Waaaah... I'll haunt you as a ghost... I won't let you go as a ghost... My royal brother... Waaaah... He'll kill your whole family... Waaaah... He'll avenge me..."
"Royal brother? Zhao Yunbi?"
Pang Yu
laughed upon hearing this.
In this world, besides his brother-in-law, the emperor, who could touch a single hair on his fourth brother's head?
Uh, hair.
Pang Yu's smile grew even brighter.
Still cursing, huh? Keep cursing? Enjoying cursing?
Fine, I'll cut off a few of your hairs for fun.
Pang Yu raised the Fish Intestine Sword.
Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot be escaped.
Hmph, it's this arrogant little princess who doesn't know her place, no wonder I'm wasting—heaven's—talent.
The Fish Intestine Sword slashed towards her crystal-clear, jade-like cheek.
"Stop!" A delicate shout rang out, as clear and melodious as a silver bell.
—Nangong Qinyi's voice.

(Recommended: A friend's work, *Qi Lu*, book number 1268023.
I want to change this world according to my will.
To cultivate immortality and attain enlightenment, to become emperors and generals.
A royal ominous son's journey against the heavens step by step.

) Chapter Ninety-Nine: Two Princesses, Playing Together.

"Stop!"
Two clear words, spoken by the beautiful woman.
Surely no man could bear not to hear.
Pang Yu, however, continued, his sword still slashing.
A man, a true hero, how could he be swayed by a girl!
"Please." It was the same voice, but much softer.
Pang Yu smiled faintly, slowing his pace slightly, waving the sword near the little princess's ear.
"Please!" This time it was a soft plea.
Only then did Pang Yu retract the Fish Intestine Sword a little further.
Turning back to look at the second floor, his eyes suddenly lit up!
It was a face with exquisitely sculpted features and flawless, porcelain-like skin, so beautiful that one dared not look directly at it.
Her hair was styled in a loose, wavy, cloud-like curl, thin and translucent, ethereal as cicada wings. Her thick, jet-black hair was held back by a single white jade hairpin, which accentuated her radiant complexion and snow-white skin. Beneath her long, beautiful, crescent-shaped eyelashes, her bright, expressive eyes held a silent sorrow, a beauty that took one's breath away.
Her slender, graceful figure, perfectly proportioned, was clad in a thin white gauze robe that trailed on the ground. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with black embroidery, and there were no other adornments. Yet, she was a hundred or a thousand times more beautiful than any woman of slightly lesser beauty, adorned in elaborate clothing and makeup. She possessed a transcendent, otherworldly beauty.
Supported by Xianglan and Yuanyuan, Nangong Qinyi gracefully descended the steps and entered the hall. Her elegant and noble bearing was like that of a goddess descended from heaven. Bathed in the bright sunlight streaming through the windows, she resembled a radiant moon, aloof and serene, intelligent and refined, her elegance beyond compare.
Her flowing sleeves swayed gently in the breeze, accentuating her unparalleled beauty and captivating charm. Any man would likely feel inferior at such a sight. Pang
Yu was a man, a perfectly normal man in every way, but upon seeing the breathtakingly beautiful Nangong Qinyi, he felt only excitement!
Such a beauty, to be taken as my private concubine, to enjoy her tenderness exclusively—only then would my lifelong reputation be worthwhile!
"Young Master Pang, please put your sword away. If you hurt Sister Zouwu, the consequences will be far beyond what a lowly servant like you can bear." Nangong Qinyi's eyes flashed with a hint of warning as she looked at her. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and sharp, like shattered jade striking pearls.
"Zouwu? Is that a little girl's given name or a princess's title? It sounds like 'Zouwu,' which is White Tiger, right? White Tiger... Hehehe, her personality is indeed somewhat similar. As for her body... down there... Hmm, it's so small, you really can't tell." Pang Yu laughed lewdly, showing no sign of letting loose.
"She's trying to kill me! If I let go, wouldn't I be making things difficult for myself?"
"I promise." Nangong Qinyi's cherry lips parted slightly, her captivating eyes gazing at Pang Yu. "If you let go now, Sister Aiwu won't chase you anymore."
Pang Yu wasn't the kind of scumbag whose soul would fly to the heavens at the sight of a beautiful woman. He tossed his head and coldly snorted, "What makes you promise?" "
Because... a gentleman uses words, not fists. Isn't it a bit of a mood killer to be wielding swords in the Green Jade Pavilion?" Nangong Qinyi gave him an extremely charming smile, two small dimples rippling across her jade cheeks, her pearly white teeth revealing a natural, alluring beauty. A
honey trap? I'm not falling for that.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a gentleman. I'm just a servant who wants to live a little longer." Pang Yu's reply was cold and unmoved by her beauty.
"So what will it take for you to release Sister Aiwu, young master?"
"An apology! I want her to apologize!"
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!" The little princess screamed, her petite body struggling desperately, her pink face slamming against the sword blade.
Showing mercy to a beautiful woman ruined things!
Pang Yuwei scratched her rosy, adorable face and quickly removed the sword.
The little princess seized the opportunity to stomp down again, this time almost hitting her. Luckily, Pang Yu dodged quickly, but the price of his speed was that he loosened his grip on the little girl's hand. As soon as he loosened his grip, the little princess broke free and, without a word, turned and kicked him.
Pang Yu dodged, the little princess kicked again.
Pang Yu dodged again, the little princess kicked again and again, even without the Fish Gut Sword in her hand, she was still determined to fight him to the death.
"Aiwu, that's enough, stop hitting her." If it weren't for Nangong Qinyi, the little princess probably would have chased him until dark.
"Sister Qin Yi!" The little princess stamped her little feet, her slender fingers pointing at Pang Yu, her eyes blazing with boundless anger and resentment.
"He bullied me, he bullied you! I'm going to kill him, kill him right now!"
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't say that." Pang Yu jumped out, teasing her with a grin, "If you want to kill me, you can do it anywhere, just not in Green Jade Pavilion. Why? Look, the gentle and beautiful Sister Qin Yi is otherworldly, with unparalleled beauty, captivating all who behold her, unforgettable at first sight. If described as a flower, she would be the proud plum blossom in the fragrant kingdom, how could she be defiled by weapons—little girl, your reckless slashing in Green Jade Pavilion is a great disrespect to Sister Qin Yi. Uh, I'll keep it for you for now, and return it when you learn your lesson." He chuckled as he sheathed the Fish Intestine Sword, casually tucking it into his waistband.
Well, the ancient divine weapon was now Fourth Brother's private property.
The little princess opened her eyes wide, puffed out her cheeks, and glared at him fiercely, but she didn't make a fuss anymore, seemingly really "caring" about her sister Qin Yi.
"Aiwu, you go back first. Sister has something she wants to say to him alone."
"Sister Qin Yi, he's not a good person!" The little princess jumped up and down anxiously.
"Sister knows." Nangong Qin Yi smiled gently, her orchid-like fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "But don't worry, if sister wants, no one can bully...bully sister." A blush suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks, but it was instantly covered by her icy, jade-like skin. She leaned slightly closer to the little princess's ear and whispered something. Surprisingly, the spoiled girl became obedient and left through the front door.
Of course, she didn't look back before leaving, giving Pang Yu a fierce glare with her little tiger teeth.
"Alright, Young Master Pang." After she left, Nangong Qin Yi suddenly smiled at Pang Yu, her posture elegant and graceful, difficult to describe, her bright, watery eyes giving him a meaningful glance.
"Come to Qin Yi's boudoir, she wants to talk to you alone."

Chapter 100 Qin Yi's Meaning, You Don't Understand? Husband

"Bang!" In Nangong Qin Yi's boudoir, a large stack of tabloids was thrown onto the coffee table in front of Pang Yu.
"This... what is this!?" Shamelessly, Pang Yu asked knowingly, his mouth agape.
"What do you think?" Nangong Qin Yi rolled her eyes at him.
"Uh, let me see." Pang Yu randomly pulled out a few and began to read them aloud in a loud voice.
"'Oh, you lovelorn soul, why did this lowly servant venture alone into the Green Jade Pavilion?' Who is this referring to? Which servant from which household has followed my example and come to the Green Jade Pavilion?"
"'A tragic love affair, why would a princess fall in love with a servant of the Pang family?' The Pang family? A servant? Who is it? Is it Chuixue? Or someone else? Do I even know them?" "'I don't love you, I love him, a beauty's heartfelt confession under the moon.' Which beauty? What is she confessing? Sister Yi, this isn't about you, is it?!"
For a man so shameless, Nangong Qinyi was already showing considerable restraint by not kicking him out. She glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and said calmly, "Is that so? You really don't know who got these things from?"
"I don't know anything, really."
A man who still insists on telling the truth at a time like this deserves to die. Pang Yu blinked, his face full of puzzlement and astonishment. This was a tabloid story that any ordinary person on the street would know about, yet he managed to feign complete ignorance, casually embellishing his experiences in Kaifeng Prefecture and the Eighth Prince's Mansion, turning it into a three-day ordeal of escape and rescue. Not only was he shirking responsibility, but he also went so far as to embellish his own story.
Nangong Qin Yi, being incredibly intelligent, was perfectly aware that he was lying. But Pang Yu's lying was masterful; he could fabricate a story flawlessly, leaving her with no grounds for questioning.
“Then…” Nangong Qinyi looked at him, smiling gently, “Could I ask you for a small favor, young master, so that this kind of thing won’t continue to circulate?”
“Ahem, there’s something I must remind you.” The pure-hearted Fourth Brother remained unmoved by her beauty. “I, Pang Si, am not a young master, but a servant, a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant of the Pang family. Sister Yi can call me by my name, Pang Si, or you can call me Fourth Brother more affectionately.”
“Alright, then please don’t mention ‘Sister Yi’ again.” Nangong Qinyi’s face hardened, delivering a swift and decisive blow.
Pang Yu started touching his nose.
Alas, he miscalculated. He had intended to tease her, but ended up digging his own grave.
“Actually… sometimes… calling me young master is quite nice, hehehe.” His playful grin returned.
“But calling me ‘Sister Yi’ or ‘Sister Qin Yi’ is inappropriate.” Nangong Qin Yi stopped smiling, her expression becoming calm and indifferent, a hint of displeasure lurking deep within her dark, bright eyes.
“The servants aren’t capable of cleaning up tabloids for you, sister.” Pang Yu ignored her, continuing his shameless act.
Nangong Qin Yi frowned, her expression slightly displeased.
“Don’t be angry, sister. Getting angry will cause wrinkles on your face, and frowns aren’t pretty.” Pang Yu chuckled, employing the most effective tactic for dealing with annoyed girls. Sure enough, given Nangong Qin Yi’s aloofness and haughty nature, she couldn’t maintain her composure after hearing this. She gave him a charming glare, her icy expression melting away like spring returning to the earth.
Pang Yu, amused, continued his rambling: "The way we address each other is actually a big problem. If we don't figure it out now, it'll be a huge problem if people misunderstand us. For example, if I were called 'Sister Qin Yi' or 'Sister Yi,' people might think we're having an affair... cough cough."
Pang Yu struggled to avoid saying the word "affair," coughing twice to cover it up, and continued his silver tongue: "The way you address me, 'Young Master,' is inappropriate for my status. I really can't accept that title. And calling me 'Fourth Master' sounds a bit unpleasant... Uh, Sister Nangong, actually, I had another name before I entered the Pang family, you know?"
After all that effort, he stopped calling me "Sister Qin Yi" and "Sister Yi," and started calling me "Sister Nangong." Nangong Qin Yi was both annoyed and amused. Her last bit of restraint was gone, and she couldn't help but ask him.
"What was your original name?"
"My husband."
"My?"
"Uh, it's a very remote surname from the countryside. If you find it awkward, you can omit it." Pang Yu struggled to suppress his laughter.
"Then I should call you...husband?" Nangong Qinyi, being Nangong Qinyi, immediately understood.
"Yes—" Pang Yu answered quickly, "Don't worry, sister, leave the tabloid flyer matter to me. Husband will definitely help you get it done, there won't be any problems."
Nangong Qinyi saw his sudden excessive excitement and vaguely guessed that something was wrong, but she couldn't find any fault in the simple word "husband." She glanced at him with her deep, unfathomable eyes, and was about to speak when Pang Yu interrupted, "Actually, I also have something I'd like to ask Sister Nangong for help with. Since there are no outsiders here, let's just say it."
Nangong Qinyi glared at him reproachfully, her eyes conveying a clear meaning.
No outsiders? Then what are you?
I'm nothing, but if you'd like, you can be considered my wife.
Pang Yu met her gaze lewdly.
Her deep, endless eyes, seemingly capable of piercing through the complexities of the world, would make any man feel inferior, yet Fourth Brother remained unfazed, responding calmly. "
So what if she's a beautiful woman? I've seen plenty." He continued,
"Sister Nangong's casual remark that day saved my master from the wrath of the entire populace. I was deeply grateful, and at that moment I wished I could repay her with my own body… Ah, Sister, could you tell me what you said to Zhao Yunbi afterward, leaving him speechless and slinking away with his tail between his legs?"
His description was amusing, and Nangong Qinyi almost laughed. She forced a smile, her elegant face remaining composed, and said slowly, "Well… I can't tell you, because I've already promised someone."
"Promised whom? Zhao Yunbi?"
"No." Nangong Qinyi shook her head slightly.
"It was another man. I promised him I wouldn't tell."
Pang Yu's breath caught in his throat.
"So you can be jealous after all." Nangong Qinyi seemed to see right through him, a barely perceptible smile playing on her cherry lips, her deep, beautiful eyes filled with playfulness and mischief.
"Who is it?" Pang Yu's face flushed slightly, a rare occurrence for him, as he leaned forward to press for an answer.
"I'm not telling you. Anyway, it's a man, and a prince at that." Nangong Qinyi shrugged indifferently, actually playing a little trick on him.
Pang Yu was speechless, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Do you want me to tell you?" After a while, she asked again.
"Yes."
"Alright, come back when you can't find these tabloids and flyers on the street anymore, and I might tell you then."
"Or?"
"Well, whether I tell you or not depends on what that man... says." Nangong Qinyi's breathtakingly beautiful face smiled again, deliberately emphasizing the word "man."
Pang Yu remained expressionless, showing neither anger nor impatience, and asked, "Do I need to answer any questions again?"
"Of course. Everyone must abide by the rules of Green Jade Pavilion. I only let you in this time because I didn't want Ai Wu to wait too long."
"Oh." A blank reply, just one word.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes." Still a blank reply, just one word.
"Really understand?" Nangong Qin Yi gritted her teeth in anger, almost unable to hold back her shouting. Was this man heartless or what? Why wasn't he angry at all?
"Uh." Again, just one word.
"Qin Yi means you're confused? Husband." She was unwilling to lose to him. All the men in the world had fallen at her feet, yet she couldn't even handle a mere servant. Stomping her feet, she pressed him relentlessly, determined to make him angry. "Understood,
understood. I'll come again next time, okay—wife." This time, Pang Yu answered quickly. Facing five or six hundred talented scholars and over a thousand pairs of envious eyes that seemed to want to skin him alive, Pang Yu strode confidently out of Pianqian Pavilion, his mood as cheerful as ever. "
Not telling me? Pretending to be aloof? Playing games? Teasing me? Whatever, Fourth Brother has plenty of time. A man is a man, so what? Would I be angry? He even called me 'husband,' really. Fourth Brother just doesn't believe that without Nangong Qinyi's words, Zhao Yunbi wouldn't have survived!" Pang Yu muttered to himself as he walked, then suddenly stopped at the fork in the road. "Uh, should I go to Kaifeng Prefecture and discuss the forgery of evidence with the just and honest Lord Wu? Or should I go to my father-in-law to ask about his investigation, and casually mention that I just went to Qin Yi's boudoir to discuss life's philosophy with her? Or maybe I should print another copy of the latest Song Dynasty slang dictionary, and then distribute it throughout the city after Nangong Qin Yi calls me 'husband' a few more times in public? Oh dear, everyone says that important people are busy, how come I, a mere servant, have so many complicated and trivial matters? " As Pang Yu sighed, a sleazy figure suddenly stumbled towards him from afar. Since it was sleazy, it must be Chuixue. Chuixue ran towards him, faster and more frantically than ever before, already drenched in sweat and panting heavily before she even reached him. "Fourth Brother, no, no... something bad has happened!" Chuixue cried out in panic, almost falling to the ground. "What happened? Don't rush, tell me slowly." "Miss Di...Miss Di...she's been kidnapped by Zhao Shiqing and his men!" "What!?" What will become of Xiuxiang, who was abducted by Zhao Shiqing? Will she be bullied? Will she be humiliated? What kind of revenge will the little princess, who hates Fourth Brother so much, take? How will Fourth Brother manage to take in this spoiled and adorable tiger? Will the matter of training Ding Yuehua be covered up? Will the fairy sister, who knows the truth, expose him? Who is the fairy sister's true identity? What is her background? What is her origin? How did the angry and annoyed Nangong Qinyi fall in love with Fourth Brother? What about Zou Xiyun? What about Hua Xiangrong? Will the three famous courtesans all join Fourth Brother's harem? Since he claims to have "more wives than Lin Wanrong," how many more women haven't appeared yet? Since he claims to be "more ruthless than Ye Wudao in trampling people," what will be Zhao Shiqing's fate?

Is Zhao Yunbi, the biggest rival now, really the true boss of the Prince's Party?
Is there someone else behind him?
What did Nangong Qinyi say to Zhao Yunbi?
Who was responsible for the massacre at Li Family Village?
What is the identity of the Crown Prince's second-in-command (Fourth Brother, the eldest; Gao Ya Nei, the third; Qian Shicai, the fourth) who hasn't appeared yet?
Once the cunning Eighth Prince sees through Fourth Brother's lies, how will he handle the situation?
Once the ruthless Grand Tutor Pang discovers his son's "transformation," how will Fourth Brother deal with it?
What charm does the Imperial Concubine in the deep palace possess that allows her to enjoy such favor?
Will there be a story between the Emperor, who holds power over the world, and his brother-in-law
? When will the unruly Bai Yutang be truly tamed by Fourth Brother?
Will the chivalrous Zhan Zhao follow the historical trajectory and join the Kaifeng Prefecture, or become an accomplice in Fourth Brother's ruthless conquest of his rivals and the acquisition of countless women?
How will Liu Yong, Su Dongpo, and Wang Anshi, who will appear in the future, be won over by Fourth Brother's poetry?
Will Yang Wenguang, Di Qing, Li Yuanhao, Nong Zhigao… be Fourth Brother's valiant warriors, or defeated opponents? What
do Wen Yuhan, Yang Yan, Lü Xin, Chai Qinxi, Su Moxue, Yang Paifeng, Tang Ying, Yelü Ying, Li Chanyi… represent?
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