Tang Dynasty: Taking the Empress Dowager to a brothel, Father Emperor, what a coincidence!

"Today we'll show His Highness what true professionalism is."

As soon as they came out of the East Palace, Cheng Chumo excitedly put his arm around Fang Yi'ai's shoulder.

"Which one should we go to first?"

Yuchi Baolin asked impatiently from the side.

"Is that even a question? Of course, we should smash up the Cui family's Drunken Immortal Pavilion in Qinghe first. I've had my eye on that place for a long time. Last time they even dared not let me pay for the meal for free."

The group headed towards Zuixianlou in a grand procession.

The manager of Zuixianlou was standing at the entrance welcoming guests. Upon seeing Cheng Chumo, this fearsome figure, followed by a group of lesser fearsome figures, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Hey gentlemen, what brings you all here?"

Cheng Chumo ignored the shopkeeper.

He swaggered in and sat down at the table in the very center of the lobby.

"Bring me your best wine."

The shopkeeper dared not delay and quickly had the waiter bring over the treasured "Lanling Fine Wine".

Cheng Chumo poured himself a bowl, didn't even smell it, and poured it directly onto the ground.

"Pah! What is this? Is this for humans to drink? It smells like horse urine."

The shopkeeper's face turned green upon hearing this:

"Young Master, this is the best wine in our establishment; a jar costs fifty strings of cash..."

"Fifty strings of cash?"

Cheng Chumo swept the wine jars off the table and onto the floor.

"Fifty strings of cash for this? Are you fucking looking down on us?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't dare? I bet you dare."

Cheng Chumo kicked the table over.

"Guards! Smash this place! The liquor in this shady establishment is all fake. Today, I'm going to uphold justice and prevent anyone else from being cheated."

Fang Yi'ai, Yuchi Baolin, and others had been waiting for a long time.

At a single command, the group of second-generation rich kids began the demolition project.

The diners inside were so frightened that they all ran away with their heads in their hands. The shopkeeper and the waiter wanted to stop them but didn't dare to go up to them.

They could only watch helplessly as their restaurant turned into ruins.

"Stop! Do you have no respect for the law?"

Just then, a steward from the Cui family of Qinghe rushed in, pointed at Cheng Chumo, and roared angrily.

"The law?"

Cheng Chumo grabbed the steward and slapped him across the face.

"I am the law! What? You disagree?"

The manager was so badly beaten that he saw stars and didn't dare utter another word.

Cheng Chumo pushed the person to the ground with disgust, turned around and shouted:

"I'm here today to teach a lesson to your unscrupulous businesses. If you dare to try to fool me with counterfeit goods again, I'll tear you all down."

After he finished speaking, Cheng Chumo clapped his hands.

"That's a wrap! Next!"

The group left the restaurant laughing.

As soon as they came out of Zuixianlou, Cheng Chumo looked at Changsun Chong and said:

"Brother Chong, it's your turn next. We agreed to go one by one, no one can hide at the back."

Changsun Chong curled his lip:

"Go to Zheng's Brocade Cloth Shop."

He was the number one playboy in Chang'an, why would he hide in the background?

Jinxiu Cloth Shop was the largest business of the Zheng family of Xingyang in Chang'an. It was famous for selling all kinds of top-quality silk fabrics and was the most popular place for noblewomen in Chang'an.

Following Cheng Chumo's example, Changsun Chong swaggered in.

"Where is the shopkeeper? Get out here and see me."

An elderly shopkeeper with white hair rushed over upon hearing the commotion. When he saw that it was Changsun Chong, that纨绔 (playboy), his heart skipped a beat.

Although the news of Changsun Wuji's downfall was known throughout Chang'an.

However, the Changsun family is not one that ordinary people can afford to offend.

"Young Master Changsun, what brings you here? May I ask what brings you here?"

Changsun Chong picked up a piece of brocade, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it on the ground with a look of disgust.

"You dare to sell such rags? They wouldn't even let my servants wipe their feet with this. It's too rough."

The old shopkeeper, his face flushed with anger, said:

"Young Master Changsun, this is Yun brocade, a tribute item..."

"Tribute?"

Changsun Chong sneered and stepped on the brocade.

"I think it's all bullshit. Is this how your Zheng family fools people?"

"If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll really think no one in Chang'an can handle you."

He was just about to shout the word "smash".

A woman's voice then rang out from behind the screen.

"Try smashing it."

"Oh dear, someone's blocking the way? Who is it...?"

Changsun Chong turned his head and froze.

A woman dressed in a plain-colored long dress slowly walked out. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were like autumn water, and her temperament was elegant and refined, like a fairy in a painting.

She was Zheng Qiuying, the eldest daughter of the Zheng family of Xingyang, who was hailed as "the most talented woman in Chang'an".

Changsun Chong's initial arrogance vanished the moment he saw Zheng Qiuying.

He can't afford to mess with this woman.

"Miss Zheng... Miss Zheng..."

Changsun Chong started to stutter when he spoke.

Cheng Chumo and the others outside the cloth shop waited for a long time but Changsun Chong did not give any orders, and they became impatient.

"What the hell? Is Changsun Chong any good? He's been inside for ages and hasn't made a sound!"

Cheng Chumo curled his lip in disdain.

"I told you he was all show and no substance, you'd have to see what my old Cheng can do."

With that, Cheng Chumo strode inside aggressively.

"Changsun Chong! What are you dawdling about? If you're too scared to make a move, then get out of here and let..."

Cheng Chumo had only spoken halfway when he saw Zheng Qiuying standing in front of him, coldly watching him.

Without saying a word, Cheng Chumo turned around and tried to slip away.

This woman was a notorious tough character in Chang'an, eloquent and persuasive, capable of turning the dead into the living and the black into the white.

Even ten Cheng Chumos couldn't win an argument with her if you tried to reason with her.

As for taking action?

That would be even worse. If his father, Cheng Yaojin, found out that he had hit a girl from the Zheng family, he would definitely break his legs.

"Stand there."

Zheng Qiuying's words made Cheng Chumo obediently stand still.

"Miss Zheng, what a coincidence! You're buying fabric here too?"

Zheng Qiuying ignored his banter and instead scanned the group of spoiled rich kids.

"Young Master Cheng, since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Do you perhaps feel that my small fabric shop is not large enough to accommodate someone as important as you?"