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

"Since my two uncles have this intention, I naturally cannot stop them. Xiao Shunzi."

Xiao Shunzi hurriedly walked in.

"Go and pick out the best fighters from the Shadow Guards."

Find two more sets of night clothes for the two dukes to change into. Tonight, make sure the two dukes leave the palace safely, return to their residences safely, and come back safely.

Anyone who dares to leak even the slightest word will be held accountable.

Xiao Shunzi accepted the order and left.

Before long, Du Ruhui and Qin Qiong changed into night clothes.

Although both of them were getting on in years, the outfits they wore, under the dim lighting of the enclosed room, actually looked rather eerie.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Du Ruhui cupped his hands in greeting to Li Chengqian.

"Go ahead, go ahead, uncles, don't be shy."

Li Chengqian thoughtfully gave these instructions.

"Be careful not to hurt them too badly. After all, they still have to go to Pingkangfang tomorrow."

Qin Qiong and Du Ruhui's faces instantly turned ashen.

Midnight.

The Duke of Lai's Mansion.

Du He lay drunk on the bed, snoring loudly.

Several women's undergarments were scattered nearby.

A cool breeze blew in through the half-open window, causing the candle on the bedside table to flicker violently a few times before going out.

Du He groggily turned over and tugged at the blanket.

Suddenly, in his dazed state, he felt as if someone was standing beside his bed.

"Who is it? Why are you standing here in my room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

No one responded.

Du He rubbed her eyes and, by the moonlight streaming in from the window, could vaguely make out the outline of the person standing in front of the window.

"father?"

Du He blurted it out, then shook his head.

"I must have drunk too much, how did I end up dreaming about that old man?"

Just as he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, the figure by the window moved.

"The traitor!"

Du He's mind went blank for a moment, and he sobered up almost completely.

He sat up abruptly, staring intently at the person in front of the bed.

That face...

That was his father, Du Ruhui.

"A ghost!!!"

Du He had just let out a scream, but before she could even let out a second one, she was kicked in the chest.

"Bang!"

Du He was thrown off the bed, blanket and all.

"I'm working overtime every night down here, and I can't even get a good night's sleep."

Du Ruhui grabbed Du He by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and slapped him across the face.

"You took my money to hire the most beautiful courtesan in Pingkangfang?"

"Snapped!"

"Father! Father, please stop hitting me!"

Du He struggled desperately.

"I was wrong. I'll never do it again. Please don't take me away."

"Take you away? I'd be ashamed of you."

Du Ruhui attacked with both hands, which was in a bad mood.

"What did I teach you before? Be diligent and thrifty in managing the household, be loyal to the emperor and love your country."

And you actually took my money to patronize a brothel? Have you no shame?

Du He was beaten and cried bitterly.

"Father, I know I was wrong. I'll go get the money back tomorrow, and I'll donate it to the national treasury, or to the Emperor Emeritus to build a palace, okay?"

Please, please spare me! I'm still young, I don't want to die.

Du Ruhui was even more furious when he heard his son's nonsense.

He glanced around, grabbed a stick used to block the door, and lashed it at Du He's buttocks and thighs.

"I'll let you have the most beautiful courtesans. I'll let you have them on your left and right."

Suddenly, Du He's pig-like screams echoed through the room.

Hearing the commotion, the guards outside rushed over and shouted from outside the door:

"Young master, what's wrong? Has a thief broken in?"

Du Ruhui paused, snorted coldly, and threw the stick on the ground.

"You unfilial son! You just wait and see. If you dare to go out and fool around again, I'll come looking for you every night."

After saying that, Du Ruhui climbed out of the window.

When the guards burst through the door, they saw their young master lying on the ground, his clothes disheveled, his buttocks swollen, and his face covered in handprints.

"Ghost...Ghost..."

Du He's eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright.

Meanwhile, at the Duke of Yi's residence.

Qin Huaidao's situation was even worse than Du He's.

He had just entered his house and hadn't even reached the backyard when a dark figure blocked him behind the screen wall.

"Who?"

Qin Huaidao shouted loudly, emboldened by the alcohol.

The shadowy figure didn't say anything, but simply swung the feather duster and lashed out.

"Ouch!"

Qin Huaidao jumped up in pain.

"You dare hit me? Guards! There's an assassin!"

The shadowy figure grabbed Qin Huaidao by the back of the neck and slammed him against the screen wall.

"Catch an assassin? I'll show you what an assassin is today."

Qin Huaidao was stunned when he heard the voice.

He slowly turned his head and, by the light of the lantern, saw the face in front of him clearly.

"father?"

Qin Huaidao immediately knelt down.

"Don't call me Dad! I don't have a spendthrift son like you."

Qin Qiong's feather duster blurred into a blur, aiming specifically at the fleshy parts of Qin Huaidao's body.

"I'll show you how ignorant and incompetent you are by sending you to Pingkang Ward to defy the Crown Prince."

Qin Qiong cursed angrily as he smoked.

"My lifelong reputation has been ruined by you, you little beast."

Qin Huaidao was beaten and ran around the yard in a frenzy.

"Dad! I was wrong, please stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, someone will die."

The servants and guards in the mansion were all awakened and ran out with lanterns in hand.

When they saw what was happening in the yard, everyone was so frightened that they stood frozen in place, too afraid to move.

That was the late Duke of Yi.

What terrible thing has our young master done? Enough to make his father so angry he's come back to life?

Qin Qiong stopped after breaking three feather dusters.

"You little brat, if you ever dare to go to a place like that and embarrass yourself again, I'll take you away."

After saying this, Qin Qiong leaped onto the roof and disappeared into the night in a few bounds.

Qin Huaidao lay on the ground, looking in the direction where his father had disappeared, and then fainted from exhaustion.

The next morning.

The city of Chang'an was driven to madness by a piece of news.

The rumors that the Duke of Lai and the Duke of Yi were so angered by their rebellious sons that they appeared out of their mortal bodies and returned to their residences in the middle of the night to beat their unfilial sons spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

In the teahouse, the storyteller recounted in great detail how the two dukes crawled out of their coffins and how they pleaded with the King of Hell to return to life, making it sound incredibly vivid and plausible.

This frightened the pleasure-seeking young masters in Chang'an so much that they stopped visiting for a while.

They were also afraid that one day their fathers would crawl out from underground and come after them...