This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

A short while later, Wang Qisheng swaggered back and sat back down in his seat with a smug look on his face.

"All done!" Old Wang said with a beaming smile.

Zhang Ping'an asked suspiciously, "What did you say to her?"

Old Wang chuckled: "I told you this is your first time. The girl was very satisfied and even prepared a red envelope for you."

"..." Zhang Ping'an glared at the guy, realizing he'd been betrayed again.

Zhou Weidong suppressed a laugh and said, "Ping An, let me remind you: beware of fire, theft, and Old Wang!"

"Great minds think alike!" Zhang Ping'an raised his glass, clinked it with Zhou Weidong's, and downed it in one gulp.

At this moment, the madam, dressed in her finest attire, swayed her hips as she walked to the center of the hall.

"Dear guests, I have some good news for you. You are in luck, as Miss Meixiang will be performing for you today."

Someone immediately shouted.

"Really? Quickly, call Miss Meixiang out!"

"Ha, these ten taels of silver were well spent! I actually got to see Miss Meixiang perform!"

"That's wonderful! Ever since I heard Miss Meixiang play the zither last time, I've been savoring the memory and dreaming of hearing it again. Today, my wish has finally come true."

"Ha, a bunch of sycophants!" Zhang Ping'an scoffed.

"Ping An, what kind of dog is a 'licking dog'? Why have I never heard of it before?" Zhou Weidong asked with a look of curiosity.

"A 'simp'... he's not a dog, it's generally used to describe a man who has no bottom line in trying to please women."

Zhang Ping'an tried his best to explain in a way that Zhou Weidong could understand.

Zhou Weidong nodded solemnly: "That's very apt!"

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with being a 'simp,' as long as you can get the girl you like, being a 'simp' is fine!"

Zhang Ping'an was speechless. It turns out that simps exist in every era.

"Brother Zhou, I must remind you: a simp will end up with nothing."

"If you could lick it, you wouldn't be called a simp."

Zhou Weidong nodded seriously: "That makes some sense. It seems that 'simp' isn't exactly a compliment."

You finally understand... Zhang Ping'an felt a sense of relief, like seeing his son grow up.

"Quick, look! It's Miss Meixiang!"

Suddenly, Zhou Weidong looked up at the second-floor railing with a look of surprise.

A tall woman with a proud chest and fair skin, wearing a semi-transparent veil, walked gracefully with the help of her maid and slowly sat down in front of the wooden zither that had been placed in advance.

From Zhang Ping'an's perspective, he could even see a shallow groove formed by the stool pressing against her round buttocks.

So—slim and juicy!

"Great! Miss Meixiang is going to perform! We made the right choice coming here, haha!" Zhou Weidong exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed.

"Please be quiet, everyone. Our Miss Meixiang is about to perform a song for you."

The madam was very experienced in managing the situation.

The hall immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the woman behind the second-floor railing, her face veiled by a light gauze.

Zhang Ping'an even saw a sleazy young man with acne-covered face reaching under his robe, fiddling with something, his forehead sweating.

"You're really something..." Zhang Ping'an twitched his lips. Although there were several tables between him and the young man, he couldn't help but shift his position, trying to get as far away from him as possible for peace of mind.

Ding!

Suddenly, the sound of a zither arose, like the gentle swaying of a wind chime or the echoing of a spring in a secluded valley, instantly invigorating the spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Mei Xiang's fair and rounded hands began to pluck the strings of the zither with fluid grace.

A series of melodious sounds tinkled and sang, seemingly able to penetrate one's soul, immersing one deeply in them.

He's got some skills... Although Zhang Ping'an isn't good at music, he's good at Yin music. His hands alone are enough to keep you entertained for years.

The song ended, but its lingering melody lasted for three days.

Zhang Ping'an glanced around the room; most of them had their eyes slightly closed, looking as if they were savoring the moment.

Even Wang Qisheng and Zhou Weidong, who were standing next to him, were completely captivated.

The madam's voice rang out as Meixiang turned around, lifted the beaded curtain, and walked back into her room.

"Esteemed guests, Miss Meixiang has already returned."

Ugh!

As if waking from a dream, the crowd couldn't help but sigh with regret, still lingering in the memory of the exquisite music.

The madam immediately smiled and reassured everyone, "Don't be disappointed, everyone. Miss Meixiang will be choosing another guest tonight. Please sign up enthusiastically."

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits immediately rose again.

"Haha, the poem about plum blossoms that I prepared for a month has finally come in handy today."

"Sigh, too bad, I'm not prepared yet, I can only try any song for now."

Zhang Ping'an's gaze swept over the two people in front of him: "Aren't you going to give it a try?"

Zhou Weidong rolled his eyes at him: "We're all rough and uncouth martial artists. We're good at spouting vulgarities and songs, but what do we know about poetry?"

Old Wang sighed, "What a pity, I'll never be able to enter Miss Meixiang's boudoir in this lifetime."

"Haha, Zhang Ping'an, what are you doing here, you piece of trash!"

A sudden taunt drew the attention of Zhang Ping'an and the other two.

Zhang Wu, dressed in fine clothes, was passing by him with a piece of paper in his hand, presumably to deliver a poem.

"Ping An, which rich kid is this now?" Old Wang asked with a grin.

Zhang Ping'an frowned slightly, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Wu: "Don't know him, let's drink, ignore that idiot."

Zhang Ping'an didn't want to cause any more trouble, but Zhang Wu had no intention of letting him off the hook.

In particular, this time, in order to become a guest of Miss Meixiang, he went to the Wenxin Tower and spent a lot of money to obtain a poem by Mr. Li Bai and Mr. Du Fu.

If I don't put on a show in front of Zhang Ping'an, how can I justify spending a thousand taels of silver?

Moreover, last time Zhang Xuanling insisted on dragging him to apologize to Zhang Ping'an. If Zhang Ping'an hadn't suddenly lost the emperor's favor, he might have already been severely humiliated by Zhang Ping'an.

Now that Zhang Ping'an has lost the emperor's favor, he will definitely retaliate fiercely.

"Zhang Ping'an, you poor wretch, you wouldn't happen to be eyeing Meixiang too, would you?"

"Haha, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You probably borrowed the money for the tea party too, didn't you?"

Zhang Wu's words immediately made everyone look at Zhang Ping'an with disdain.

"So poor yet they dare to come to the brothel, and even dare to try to lay a hand on Miss Meixiang, they are really overestimating themselves."

"By the way, isn't Zhang Ping'an the good-for-nothing son of Zhang Xuanling, the Vice Minister of Revenue, who was dragged off to be a bride for good luck?"

"How dare he, a mere son-in-law of the Left Prime Minister, come to the brothel? Isn't he afraid the Left Prime Minister will send someone to break his legs?"

"Heh heh, they must have come secretly behind the backs of the Left Prime Minister's residence. What do you think would happen if this news were told to the Left Prime Minister's residence?"

"Haha, this is truly an exciting show to look forward to..."

Immediately, some busybodies secretly sent servants out to report the news.

Zhang Ping'an had no intention of staying here and waiting to be forced into a corner. Taking advantage of Zhang Wu's predicament, he stood up and said, "Brother Wang, Brother Zhou, I have spoiled your mood today. I will treat you to a meal another day to make amends."

Let's call it a day!

Now Wang Qisheng and Zhou Weidong couldn't force him to stay any longer.

"Alright, let's do it another day then!" Wang Qisheng said with a meaningful smile.