I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

The madam exclaimed, "What can we do? He's the young master of Taiqing Pavilion and the fiancé of the Holy Maiden of Beiyao Sect. If we offend him, Wanchun Pavilion will be finished!"

She then added casually, "It's alright. Who knows, maybe Young Master Ye won't make a move today? Besides, he only comes two or three times a year. We'll get through this."

The male prostitute cried, "How could I not fight back? Didn't you see him just now? His face was so sullen; he must have been upset somewhere again..."

The madam was also apprehensive, but given the current situation, there was clearly no better option.

She waved her hand, signaling to stop talking, straightened her clothes, wiped her face, and walked out with her usual bright smile.

The door creaked open, and before she could step out, she was jolted.

On the porch directly opposite the door, a young man leaned lazily against the wall, holding several money pouches in his hand. He smiled at her and said, "Sister, I also want to listen to music. Can all of you, including you, come to my room?"

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Inside Room No. 1 (Top Class).

Ye Chang'an was already furious, and upon hearing this, his face turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the table, causing the glass cups to rattle and spill wine all over the table.

He was furious, pointing his finger at the madam: "What did you say? There's no one idle in this place?!"

The madam was so frightened her legs went weak, and she quickly bowed and smiled apologetically, "Young Master Ye, please calm down! It's not that there's no one in the brothel, it's just... a girl just came in and called all the girls and male prostitutes into her room to serve her, saying she wanted to have the whole place to herself for a music concert, and we couldn't stop her!"

"A private event?"

Ye Chang'an seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and suddenly kicked over the low table next to him.

The celadon bottle shattered into several pieces on the ground, shards scattered everywhere.

"I was here first! You're going to give her up just because she wants her?! Have you forgotten who I am?!"

The madam was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, stammering, "I...I told her the same thing! But she...she wouldn't listen! She said she knew our manager, and that if we didn't give her the girl, she'd have the manager kick us all out of Wanchun Pavilion! I really had no choice!"

Ye Chang'an's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

On the territory of the Northern Shaking Sect, someone actually dared to act even more arrogantly than him!

The madam hesitated again before saying, "No, but..."

Ye Chang'an: "But what?! Enough nonsense, just say it!"

The madam shuddered in fright: "Well, that young master said that if you don't mind, please come over and have a drink with him, and listen to some music together..."

Ye Chang'an almost laughed out of anger: "You want me to go over there and drink with you? He's not worthy!!"

His face darkened, and he grabbed his sword: "Fine! I want to see which arrogant fool dares to try and steal someone from me, Ye Chang'an, on the territory of the Northern Shaking Sect! Lead the way!"

Seeing that the Wen siblings and Jiang Jin were about to get up, the madam forced herself to say, "That young master said he only invited Young Master Ye."

Ye Chang'an: "..."

This time, his curiosity was truly piqued, and he sneered, "Such arrogance!"

He turned to the people behind him and gestured with his chin: "You guys wait here, don't follow me."

Wen Wushuang frowned slightly: "There might be danger..."

Ye Chang'an waved his hand: "No one has ever dared to do anything to me on the territory of the Northern Shaking Sect."

He waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to say anything more, and then strode out with the madam, heading towards room number three.

The madam stood at the door, her hands trembling. She took a deep breath before daring to knock gently.

A lazy voice immediately came from inside, mixed with the lingering notes of a pipa melody: "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and warm, inviting light poured out.

Ye Chang'an looked inside.

The young ladies and gentlemen circled around, playing the zither and dancing, the warm melody infused with the aroma of wine, creating a lively scene.

Surrounded by people, Song Yao leaned back on the soft couch in the center, holding a wine cup in her hand, yawning, her eyes misting over.

She looked up and saw Ye Chang'an, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "Young Master Ye, what a coincidence."

Ye Chang'an was taken aback at first, then his face turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "How come it's you!?"

Song Yao sat up abruptly, poured herself a cup of wine, and handed it to him: "Why can't it be me?"

Ye Chang'an took a deep breath.

This little girl pretended to be innocent and harmless in the Northern Yao Sect, causing him a lot of trouble time and time again. Now she's actually audacious enough to come directly to Wanchun Tower to snatch his person.

Ye Chang'an felt a surge of anger rush to the top of his head, and he abruptly raised his hand to overturn the cup she was offering.

The glass cup crashed to the ground with a clang, splashing wine that soaked the young man's Taoist robe.

He lowered his voice, his eyes sinister: "Coming to a place like this all by yourself, provoking me like this, what? You really think that just because you're a disciple of the Nine Saints Hall, I won't dare to touch you?"

Song Yao glanced down at the wine stains on her clothes, said nothing, and raised her hand.

The lively music abruptly stopped, and the girls and male prostitutes in the room immediately lowered their heads, quietly got up and left, closing the door behind them.

The already spacious Room No. 3 suddenly became quiet and empty.

Upon seeing this, Ye Chang'an's fierceness subsided slightly, replaced by a playful smile.

He placed his hands on the table, leaned closer to her, and said in a tone that was both ambiguous and threatening, "What? Does Junior Sister Lin have something to say to me alone?"

When you get closer, you can see it more clearly.

This face is truly beautiful, with eyes that are moist and clear, but now, due to being drunk, the gaze is misty.

Where did the Nine Saints Hall get so many beauties?

He involuntarily reached out and pinched her chin: "If you're smart enough to flatter me, I might let you off the hook, and let the Nine Saints Hall off the hook too..."

He was interrupted by screams halfway through his sentence.

Sometime during the night, shards of broken porcelain from the cups and saucers on the floor pierced the back of his hand and became embedded in the table.

Song Yao also moved closer and cast a silencing spell.

Then her eyes lit up, and she smiled at him, saying, "Since Young Master Ye doesn't want to drink, how about we chat? I have a question for you."

Isn't this girl a pill cultivator?

Why were you so ruthless!

Ye Chang'an trembled all over in pain, but he was locked in place by a silencing spell, so he could only let out a few muffled groans, and not a single sound could escape his throat.

He jerked back, pulling his hand, along with shards of porcelain, from the table. Blood immediately seeped through his fingers, staining the cuffs of his brocade robe.

He gritted his teeth, channeling spiritual energy through his fingertips to forcefully suppress the bleeding from the wound. His ferocity burned through his reason, and he drew his longsword with a backhand, its cold light slashing straight at Song Yao's face!

go to hell!

Song Yao swayed slightly, the wind from the sword brushing past her Taoist robe.

She calmly placed the cup on the table: "It seems Young Master Ye wants to fight first and then chat? Fine."

The Azure Water Sword automatically unsheathed, and she smiled good-naturedly: "I've been wanting to find a chance to beat you up, and now's the perfect opportunity."