Now I really have to marry the princess.

Feeling each other's breath, Yang Zhengdao smelled the faint fragrance of Ying Luo's hair.

It's not a powder puff, not rouge, not floral scent, and certainly not sandalwood; it's a scent that only the opposite sex can detect.

Between the lips and teeth, there is warmth and a slight coolness; moistness with a hint of sweetness.

His arms tightened unconsciously, making Yingluo's breathing more rapid.

The palm brushed against her soft skin, causing Yingluo's body to tremble slightly.

Finally unable to breathe, Yingluo couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Yang Zhengdao then got up.

Looking down, her eyes were tinged with a hazy, dreamlike quality, both alluring and enchanting.

Having just experienced the tenderness, Yingluo felt weak and powerless all over.

She recalled what her sister Rumeng had said, and felt even more shy and embarrassed, her cheeks burning.

Looking at the vixen nestled softly in his arms, looking completely at him, Yang Zhengdao's heart fluttered once again.

He could only take a deep breath and force himself to calm down.

In the Tang Dynasty, young women in Pingkang Ward who hadn't yet put on their hair were considered highly desirable treasures in the hands of stepmothers.

If an ordinary person were alone with a young woman, the stepmother would definitely keep a close watch on them.

But if the two are from prominent families, the foster mother would be more than happy if they couldn't control their feelings and did something good, thus breaking the rules.

At that time, the fake mother can seize the opportunity to raise the price and demand a large sum of money for the hairpin.

If one cannot resist and takes Yingluo's advances, the stepmother will inevitably use this as an opportunity to reprimand him.

There will inevitably be a formal banquet to celebrate this in the future.

Moreover, if things go wrong, it could become a public scandal and everyone would know about it. In that case, he would be seen as a frivolous person with poor morals.

Not only would his "love for Chang Le" persona collapse immediately, but he would also likely become a laughing stock in the entire city of Chang'an.

The beauty in my arms is lovely, but it's not the time to eat her.

At this moment, Yingluo stirred slightly. She timidly nuzzled Yang Zhengdao's chin and murmured, "Young Master Yang... Sister Rumeng said you'll get a 20% profit on the new tea..."

Yang Zhengdao cursed Li Hui under his breath for being such a bad friend.

Without a doubt, it must have been Li Hui who revealed it to his dream-like wife by his pillow, and then the dream-like wife told Yingluo about it.

Yang Zhengdao coughed lightly and smiled, "That is indeed true."

Yingluo got up from Yang Zhengdao's arms, and some of her disheveled hair inadvertently brushed against Yang Zhengdao's neck.

"In that case, when will you..." Yingluo hesitated, then lowered her head shyly.

"When what?" Yang Zhengdao was a little confused.

Upon hearing this, Yingluo glared resentfully at Yang Zhengdao, then blushed and murmured softly, "Yingluo is so envious of Sister Rumeng..."

It turned out to be the case.

Yang Zhengdao understood that Yingluo meant that since you have profits from new tea, you certainly don't lack money for collecting taxes and fees.

But her little expression was perfectly captured.

Yang Zhengdao felt that if Yingluo were in later generations and started a live stream, her older brother would go crazy showering her with virtual rockets.

This alluring yet tantalizing temptation is definitely one of the hardest things for college students to resist.

Yang Zhengdao's heart softened, and he gently traced Yingluo's cheek with his fingertips, lifting her delicate chin.

"If I were to buy this villa, would it be alright if you became my stepmother?"

"What?!" Yingluo jumped up, her face flushed, her eyes shining, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Yang Lang, is what you're saying true?!"

Yang Zhengdao smiled and promised, "It will take at least a month, and at most three months. Just wait patiently."

Yingluo immediately beamed with joy and sat back down next to Yang Zhengdao, hugging his arm again.

This time, she held on even tighter than before.

Yang Zhengdao thought to himself, "This is going to be the death of me."

After pondering for a moment, he patted Yingluo's little hand, pulled his arm away, and instructed, "These days, you and Rumeng should keep an eye on which family is behind the fake mother. I will also tell Li Erlang about this."

Yingluo nodded obediently and poured Yang Zhengdao another cup of tea.

She never imagined that Yang Lang would be so generous, with such a grand gesture. If she were to become his foster mother, wouldn't that be a meteoric rise to power, ensuring a worry-free life for the rest of her days?

After all, as a woman from a family of entertainers, even if she was given a concubine by a patron, she would most likely be kept as a mistress and would never be able to enter a high-ranking family.

If they wait until they grow old and lose their beauty, they will be abandoned at any time.

At that time, she might either submit to a merchant, using her beauty to please him and be looked down upon; or she might end up in the northern countryside, selling her smiles at the door, thus ending her remaining life.

Those who can become stepmothers, have a livelihood, and enjoy their later years, were all stunning beauties in their youth and amassed a vast network of connections and considerable wealth through their shrewdness.

Thinking of this, Yingluo's gaze towards Yang Zhengdao almost melted into water, drawing out strands of silk.

Her cheeks flushed, and she spoke softly, "My lord... then tonight..."

tonight!!

We'll definitely be sleeping separately tonight.

In Pingkangfang, young women who haven't yet put their hair up in a bun are available to accompany you for drinks, chats, nights, and even overnight stays—anything but sleeping with you is acceptable.

This is why patrons have to pay to support them; even if they don't come, the patronage must be provided every day.

Otherwise, the young lady would have to accompany others for drinks, conversations, nights, and even overnight stays...

Although the original owner had never stayed overnight here, he still knew the rules.

Tonight, since we're staying here, Cherry Blossom will surely prepare a separate bed for her to stay in the room and serve us.

But since I can only look at it but not eat it, it's better to just sleep by myself.

This way, he can gain a good reputation, which will spread and solidify his image as someone who is "in love" with Chang Le.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng apologized and said with a smile, "How about you go sleep with your sister Rumeng tonight?"

"Huh!?" Sakura was stunned when she heard this, and then pouted.

Then she lowered her eyes to hide the disappointment in them, and when she looked up again, she had a sweet smile on her face: "Yang Lang, are you going to propose marriage?"

"Oh...I guess so!" Yang Zhengdao felt a little embarrassed.

Women in the Tang Dynasty were so sensible! But he couldn't be as self-righteous and at ease as men in the Tang Dynasty.

When Yingluo saw the embarrassed look on Yang Zhengdao's face, her disappointment vanished. After all, a man should be made to feel indebted.

A sly smile played on her lips: "I believe that Yang Lang will surely get what he wants and become a couple with the princess."

Yang Zhengdao was utterly speechless at his friend Li Hui's terrible behavior.

This guy is bound to get his comeuppance on a woman's belly someday.

A whispered word in her ear and all the secrets were revealed to Rumeng.

However, Yang Zhengdao didn't care. He wished that everyone in Chang'an would know about his infatuation, and that he was tossing and turning in bed because he couldn't have her.

Yang Zhengdao smiled and ruffled Yingluo's hair: "Go, have the maid summon Tan Feng."

A moment later, Tan Feng arrived, glancing at Yang Zhengdao with a surprised look.

Yang Zhengdao chuckled and joked, "What's wrong? You've been here for an hour, and you're still not done enjoying yourself?"

Tan Feng scratched his head awkwardly and laughed, "Brother, you're joking. I came immediately upon hearing your summons."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, finally unable to resist his curiosity, and tentatively asked, "Brother, what about Lady Yingluo?"

"Alas..." Yang Zhengdao sighed, "When I see Lady Yingluo again, she is as beautiful as yesterday, but my heart is elsewhere and I no longer have the same interest as before."

Tan Feng was taken aback, then chuckled dryly, "Your eldest son's devotion is truly admirable."

Therefore, Tan Feng had no choice but to give up the pleasures of the outside world and lie down on the small couch in the outer room.

He shook his head inwardly, feeling sorry for his eldest son. Jiang Cheng wasn't here today, nor was Su Hongniang, and he wouldn't betray him. What a perfect opportunity to steal a bite...

However, what he didn't know was that at that moment, in the darkness of the night, a slender figure dressed in black was lying quietly on the eaves.

This person was Su Hongyi, who had come looking for Yang Zhengdao.

In the darkness, she crossed out the original record on the wooden tablet and wrote it down in secret: "Zhengdao dismisses Yueji and sleeps alone."