The madam groaned. “What else can we do? He's the young master of the Taiqing Pavilion and the fiancé of the Saintess of Beiyao Sect. If we offend him, Wanchun Pavilion is as good as finished!”
She then tried to comfort them in her usual careless manner. “It's fine. Who's to say Young Master Ye will raise a hand today? Besides, he only comes here two or three times a year. We just need to pull through this.”
The escort boy cried, “How could he not? Didn't you see him just now? His face was so dark; he must have suffered some setback somewhere again...”
The madam was also terrified in her heart, but under the current circumstances, there was clearly no better choice.
She waved her hand to silence them, adjusted her clothes, wiped her face, and walked out with her usual bright, vibrant smile.
With a creak, the door opened. Before she could even step out, she froze in shock.
In the corridor directly opposite the door, a youth leaned lazily against the wall, tossing a few coin pouches in his hand. He smiled at her with curved lips. “Sister, I want to listen to some music too. How about you and all these people come to my room instead?”
...
Inside Heaven Room One.
Ye Chang'an, who was already fuming with impatience, turned livid upon hearing the news. He slammed his hand on the table, causing the glass cups to clatter violently and spill wine all over the tabletop.
Beside himself with rage, he pointed at the madam's nose. “What did you say?! There's no one available in the entire building?!”
Terrified, the madam's knees buckled. She quickly bowed and forced a smile. “Young Master Ye, please calm down! It's not that we don't have anyone. It's just... a young lady arrived earlier and summoned every single girl and escort boy in the building to her room to serve her. She said she was booking the entire place to listen to music, and we couldn't stop her!”
“Booking the entire place?”
As if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, Ye Chang'an violently kicked over a nearby low table.
A celadon vase smashed to pieces on the floor, scattering shards everywhere.
“I got here first! She wanted people and you just gave them to her?! Have you forgotten who the hell I am?!”
Backing away in terror, the madam stammered out an explanation. “I—I told her that! But she... she wouldn't listen at all! She said she knows our manager, and that if we didn't give her the performers, she'd have the manager kick us all out of Wanchun Pavilion! I really had no choice!”
Ye Chang'an's face was now as dark as the bottom of a pot.
On the Beiyao Sect's territory, someone actually dared to be more overbearing than him!
The madam hesitated, then added, “B-but...”
Ye Chang'an barked, “But what?! Stop wasting my time and spit it out!”
Shivering with fear, the madam said, “Th-that young master said... if you don't mind, he would like to invite you over for a drink and listen to some music together...”
Ye Chang'an was so angry he almost laughed. “Inviting me over to drink with him? Who does he think he is?!”
With a grim face, he grabbed his sword. “Fine! I'd like to see just what kind of reckless fool dares to snatch people from under my nose on the Beiyao Sect's territory! Lead the way!”
Seeing the Wen siblings and Jiang Jin rising to follow, the madam braced herself and added, “That young master said... he only invited Young Master Ye.”
Ye Chang'an: “...”
This time, his curiosity was truly piqued. He sneered, “What arrogance!”
He turned and nodded to the others behind him. “You guys wait here. Don't follow me.”
Wen Wushuang frowned slightly. “There might be danger...”
Ye Chang'an waved his hand. “On the Beiyao Sect's territory, no one dares to do anything to me.”
He waved them off, signaling them not to say another word. Following the madam, he strode out of the room and headed toward Heaven Room Three.
Standing at the door, the madam's hands shook. She took a deep breath before finally daring to knock gently.
A lazy voice immediately came from inside, blending with the fading notes of a pipa. “Come in.”
The door was pushed open, and warm light spilled out.
Ye Chang'an looked inside.
The girls and escort boys formed a circle, playing instruments and dancing. The warm, lively melodies were laced with the fragrance of wine, creating a bustling atmosphere.
Right in the center of the crowd, Song Yao reclined on a soft daybed, holding a wine cup. She let out a yawn, her eyes misted over with a thin layer of drunken haze.
Looking up and seeing Ye Chang'an, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Young Master Ye, what a coincidence.”
Ye Chang'an froze for a moment, and his expression instantly turned incredibly ugly. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out, “How is it you?!”
Song Yao sat up, picked up the wine jar to pour a cup, and handed it to him. “Why can't it be me?”
Ye Chang'an took a deep breath.
This little girl had been acting sweet and harmless within the Beiyao Sect, yet she had repeatedly caused him grief. Now, she was actually bold enough to come directly to Wanchun Pavilion to snatch his people.
Ye Chang'an felt a surge of rage rush straight to his head. He violently raised his hand and slapped away the cup she was offering.
The glass cup shattered on the floor with a loud crash. The spilled wine splashed up, wetting the young girl's Daoist robe.
Lowering his voice, his eyes gleamed with malice. “Coming to a place like this all by yourself just to provoke me... what? Do you really think that just because you are a personal disciple of the Nine Saints Hall, I wouldn't dare touch you?”
Song Yao looked down at the wine stain on her clothes. Without saying a word, she raised her hand.
The lively music came to an abrupt halt. The girls and escort boys in the room immediately bowed their heads and quietly stood up to leave, closing the door behind them.
The already spacious Heaven Room Three instantly fell into quiet emptiness.
Seeing this, the hostility in Ye Chang'an's eyes faded slightly, replaced by a playful smirk.
Resting his hands on the table, he leaned in close to her, his tone intimate yet threatening. “What? Does Junior Sister Lin have something she wants to say to me in private?”
Up close, he could see her clearly.
This face of hers was truly beautiful, her eyes clear and bright, though currently misty from the alcohol.
Where did the Nine Saints Hall get so many beauties?
Unconsciously, he reached out his hand, aiming to pinch her chin. “If you know what's good for you and try to please me, I might just let you off the hook, and let the Nine Saints Hall off the hook...”
Before he could finish his sentence, it was cut short by a blood-curdling scream.
At some point, a shard from the shattered glass cup on the floor had pierced violently through the back of his hand, pinning it directly to the table.
Song Yao leaned in closer as well, casting a silencing spell.
Then, with bright, sparkling eyes, she smiled at him. “Since Young Master Ye doesn't want to drink, why don't we have a chat? I have some questions for you.”
Wasn't this girl a pill cultivator?!
How could she strike so ruthlessly?!
Ye Chang'an trembled all over from the excruciating pain. However, bound by the silencing spell, he could only squeeze out a few muffled groans from his throat, unable to make any loud noise.
He yanked his hand back violently, pulling it off the table along with the glass shard. Blood immediately gushed from between his fingers, staining the cuff of his brocade robe.
Gritting his teeth, he channeled spiritual energy to his fingertips to forcefully suppress the wound and stop the bleeding. Rage completely consumed his rationality. He drew his longsword with a backhand sweep, its cold glint slashing straight toward Song Yao's face!
Die!
Song Yao's figure swayed slightly, and the wind of the sword brushed past her Daoist robe.
Unhurriedly, she set her cup down on the table. “It seems Young Master Ye wants to fight first before we chat? That works.”
The Bishui Sword unsheathed itself. She gave a very good-tempered smile. “I've been looking for an opportunity to beat you up anyway. This is perfect.”
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