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

"Miss Zheng, come out and greet your guests."

Fang Yi'ai kicked open the door to the private room and barged in.

"Get out of my way, all of you. His Highness the Crown Prince is here for the banquet."

Then came Cheng Chumo's loud, boisterous voice from behind.

More than a hundred playboys went upstairs and into the private rooms.

The originally spacious and elegant private room on the second floor was instantly filled to the brim.

Fang Yi'ai pulled over a grand chair and sat down.

He bounced the chair a couple of times and felt that the chair legs were a bit uneven.

So he got up, tore down a painting from the wall, crumpled it into a ball, and put it under the chair leg.

"Hmm, things are stable this time."

Fang Yi'ai clapped his hands in satisfaction.

What he didn't see was that Li Chengqian, who was behind him, started to twitch at the corner of his eye when he saw his series of actions.

Because the painting he tore off belonged to Wang Xizhi.

If Fang Xuanling found out, he'd probably break all three of Fang Yi'ai's legs when he got home.

Yuchi Baolin then strolled over to the large rosewood table and approached the precious seven-stringed zither.

He stretched out his fingers and plucked the strings haphazardly a couple of times.

It emitted several unpleasant, cracking sounds.

"This broken wooden plank is quite flat."

Yuchi Baolin smacked his lips.

"Old Cheng, if they serve roast lamb leg later, let's use this as a cutting board. It's the perfect size."

Xiao Huanqi, standing behind, spread her arms wide to block the guqin.

"What are you doing? Don't touch it! This is a famous zither, bought by my young lady at great expense. Can you afford to pay for it if you break it?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Chumo rushed directly to Xiao Huan.

With a fierce look on his face, he raised his hand and deliberately waved it in front of Xiao Huan's eyes.

Xiao Huan screamed "Oh my god!" and hid behind Zheng Qiuying.

Zheng Qiuying looked at the group of spoiled brats, her hands, hidden in her sleeves, were already clenched so tightly they turned white.

There are plenty of纨绔 (playboys) in Chang'an, but who would dare to act like this in front of her?

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Zheng Qiuying looked at Li Chengqian standing at the door and said,

"Qiuying handed over the invitation to the East Palace, which clearly only invited His Highness to the banquet."

Why did you bring so many unrelated people into Zuixianlou today? What is your purpose?

Could it be that the dignified Crown Prince of the Tang Dynasty doesn't even have the courage to face a mere young woman alone?

Li Chengqian completely ignored her.

Instead, he leisurely walked to the chairs for the main and guest seats and sat down.

He casually grabbed a handful of dried fruit from the table and started eating.

"Miss Zheng, you're being too polite."

Li Chengqian said as he ate.

"You spent a fortune to book this Drunken Immortal Pavilion, and my brothers under my command, who have never seen much of the world, are all making a fuss at home about wanting to come and see the beauty of Chang'an's number one talented woman."

I am a person who cares about my subordinates; I can't be a villain who eats everything for himself, can I?

Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. Miss Zheng, would you mind adding a few more pairs of chopsticks?

Zheng Qiuying glared angrily at Li Chengqian.

Is this just about adding a few more pairs of chopsticks? This is clearly just deliberately trying to disgust yourself.

Cheng Chumo then looked Zheng Qiuying up and down and said:

"Hey, Miss Zheng, you're not bad looking, but this outfit is just too unlucky."

Wearing all white in broad daylight, who are you mourning for? Look at my purple and gold floral dress, how festive it is!

Fang Yi'ai rubbed his nose, pointed to the incense burner in the corner, and sneezed.

"What kind of crap is burning in this room? It's making my eyes water."

"If Miss Zheng needs money to buy incense, just tell my family. We have plenty of mugwort for deodorizing our outhouses; we'll send you two cartloads."

Changsun Chong, standing to the side with his arms crossed, chimed in:

"Miss Zheng has set out tea sets and prepared a guqin; she's done a very thorough job."

But why does this tactic look so familiar?

Yuchi Baolin laughed loudly:

"What's so familiar about this? Isn't this the same procedure all the courtesans at Chunfeng Tower in Pingkangfang use when entertaining customers?"

First, pretend to play a tune, then have a cup of tea with them.

"Miss Zheng, you're putting on such a grand show, are you planning to start by performing a 'Eighteen Touches' routine for us brothers to liven things up?"

This remark immediately caused the hundreds of spoiled young men present to burst into wild laughter.

They spoke one sentence after another, all in plain, everyday language.

It didn't use a single fancy word, nor did it directly refer to anything shameful or vulgar.

However, every word he said was designed to provoke Zheng Qiuying.

"You...you are outrageous! Shameless!"

Xiao Huan cursed angrily from behind.

Cheng Chumo curled his lip in disdain:

"What do you mean by being presumptuous? To be fair, there are indeed few in Pingkangfang who can match Miss Zheng's looks and figure."

But this pretentious attitude is so boring.

You're really not as enthusiastic as Cuihua. When Cuihua saw us, she was so warm and welcoming, unlike you, who are you giving that sour look to?

The room erupted in laughter once again.

Li Chengqian sat there without saying a word.

Today, he wanted to use these bastards to shatter Zheng Qiuying's hypocritical facade.

Aren't we supposed to follow the rules?

Today, I'll use the most shameless and unscrupulous rules to talk to you.

"Bang!"

Zheng Qiuying slammed her hand on the table.

"Your Highness, what is the meaning of doing this?"

Do you find it amusing to bully a young woman like me?

Although the Zheng family of Xingyang is not a top-tier aristocratic family, we are not to be insulted by mere Tom, Dick, or Harry.

Li Chengqian raised his hand and clapped it.

The spoiled brats fell silent instantly, and more than a hundred people quickly began to retreat outside.

The arrogant and unruly devil just moments ago has become well-behaved in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Qiuying only realized what was happening at that moment.

All of this absurd and outrageous happening before our eyes was arranged by the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone was his puppet, just to tear off his proud facade.

Li Chengqian walked to Zheng Qiuying's side and asked with a smile:

"Miss Zheng, now that we've seen the excitement, can we get down to business?"

Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, Zheng Qiuying said coldly:

"Your Highness is willing to destroy your dignity as the Crown Prince to humiliate a young woman. What do you want to discuss?"

Li Chengqian scoffed:

"Tell me how your Zheng family swallowed up the trade route of the Cui family of Qinghe. Tell me how you managed to give that trade route back."

Do you really think it's so easy to take advantage of me?