Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

"Who goes there?" Dong Chenren shouted sharply, looking towards the doorway.

Ying Yufu, her face stern, strode inside.

"Princess Anguo!" Dong Chenren exclaimed softly.

"Master." The girl who had been speaking immediately lit up when she saw Ying Yufu.

Ying Yufu stepped forward and asked, "Wang Qing, what happened?"

Wang Qing, with her straightforward personality, showed anger upon hearing this. "Master, these guests from Dongchen insisted that Fan Ling take off her clothes and dance. We have said many times that our girl sells her art, not her body, and does not take off her clothes. But this guest still touched her inappropriately and even insulted her."

Fan Ling's eyes were red-rimmed. She was only just of marriageable age, and her expression showed a hint of panic and helplessness, making her look quite pitiful.

She had only been at Hongxiu Pavilion for three months and was meeting Ying Yufu for the first time, so she was still a little unfamiliar with her.

Ying Yufu glanced at Fan Ling. It was the first time she had met this girl, who seemed somewhat timid and cowardly.

Compared to the furious and enraged Wang Qing beside him, he was practically a pitiful little thing.

Ying Yufu nodded, her sharp gaze fixed on Dong Chenren.

"Princess Anguo, they call you master. Could it be that this Red Sleeve Pavilion belongs to you?" Su Jinyu stepped forward, fanning himself with a refined and elegant demeanor.

Ying Yufu glanced at him and then looked at the Dongchen envoy who had previously touched Fan Ling inappropriately.

This man's surname is Su Tu, and he is a second-rank official in Dongchen.

He wasn't a minor official, but his behavior was utterly disgraceful.

"You must have seen the rules of Red Sleeve Pavilion before you entered. Knowing the rules, you still deliberately humiliated the girls of Red Sleeve Pavilion. This Dongchen Envoy, you must apologize to the girls of Red Sleeve Pavilion."

Ying Yufu ignored Su Jinyu and spoke directly to the second-rank official from Dongchen.

Su Jinyu paused slightly in his fanning motion.

Should he, a high-ranking official of the second rank in Dongchen, apologize to a courtesan?

Su Jinyu's gaze darkened slightly.

"What? Apologize to her? A prostitute, and I, your envoy, have to apologize to her? Princess Anguo, are you deliberately humiliating my envoy, humiliating Dongchen?"

boom!

Su Tu Yang was kicked away by Ying Yu Fu.

Ying Yufu did not pull back her foot, but strode forward and stepped on the other person's chest.

"She's a prostitute, so what are you doing here? The girls at Hongxiu Pavilion sell their skills and abilities. If you look down on them, it just shows your limited knowledge."

Su Tu Yang's face turned purplish-blue from holding his breath, his expression filled with humiliation.

"Princess Anguo, is this how you, Beixuan, treat your guests?" He looked resentful and aggrieved.

"Should we apologize?" Ying Yufu asked.

Su Tu Yang glanced at the two girls beside him.

One of them stood tall and proud, exuding an aggressive aura, clearly spoiled and arrogant.

The other was timid as a mouse and pale-faced.

Make him apologize to this despicable woman?

"An apology? Impossible! It's an honor for them to serve this envoy. It's just a matter of taking off their clothes and dancing. They can't even do such a small thing. They should be kneeling and apologizing to this envoy!"

"Okay!" Ying Yufu smiled.

People can actually laugh when they're extremely angry.

She looked at the Dongchen envoy, bent down, and lifted him up.

The man was fat, tall and heavy, yet Ying Yufu easily lifted him into the air.

Su Tu Yang's eyes widened in terror. "Princess Anguo, what... what are you going to do? Put me down! I am an envoy from Dongchen, you..."

boom!

Ying Yufu threw him to the ground.

Ying Yufu didn't turn her head and said, "Wang Qing, Fan Ling, come here, strip him naked and hang him at the entrance of Hongxiu Pavilion."

He clenched his fists excitedly, his voice exceptionally loud: "Yes, Master!"

Fan Ling's eyes widened: "M-Master, is it alright?"

Ying Yufu looked at her: "If I say it's okay, then it's okay. Remember, none of the young ladies and gentlemen of Hongxiu Pavilion will let their mistreatment go unpunished!"

Fan Ling's eyes lit up, and she said cautiously, "But Master, he's too ugly. It wouldn't look good to hang him at the entrance of the Red Sleeve Pavilion. How about hanging him at the execution ground?"