Hua Jiao couldn't afford to offend him, but she was even more afraid of the menacing figure upstairs.

After weighing the options, she quickly stepped in front of Zhang Jingshu:

"Young Master Zhang! Young Master Zhang! You really can't go up there! Even you, esteemed guest, wouldn't dare—"

"Get out of my way!" Zhang Jingshu was furious at the moment and kicked Hua Jiao in the chest. "You dare to stop me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll have your Drunken Spring Pavilion razed to the ground right now, and then skin you alive, you old bastard!"

"Oh dear, Young Master Zhang, I was truly thinking of you. That important person upstairs is..."

"Bah!" Zhang Jingshu glared at him coldly. "I don't care who he is. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he would have to make Huaiyue kneel before me and serve me properly!"

The commotion downstairs reached the room. Huaiyue sat by the window with her back to him, holding a porcelain wine pot in her hand, occasionally tilting her head back to take a sip.

He was still wearing a dazzling red shirt, which hung precariously on his shoulders, and his long, flowing hair cascaded down his back.

He looked lazy and listless, as if he didn't care about the trouble he had caused.

"My lord." He turned to the side, almost leaning half his body out of the window.

Song Ting's heart tightened, and she silently protected him from behind.

Huaiyue glanced to the side and met the man's deeply furrowed brows.

Song Ting disagreed, saying, "That's too dangerous."

"Isn't there you, sir?"

Huaiyue wrapped her arms around Song Ting's neck and slowly brought her face closer until their foreheads touched, then she chuckled softly:

"The master would never let me fall, would he?"

The faint, cool fragrance mingled with the crisp aroma of wine, and even though Song Ting hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, she felt herself getting drunk.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said with difficulty, "Mmm."

Huaiyue was very satisfied with the answer and rewarded Song Ting by kissing his furrowed brow.

It was just a fleeting peck, so light and quick that it was easily overlooked.

But Song Ting instantly tensed all her muscles, and even the tips of her ears turned red.

His reaction made Huaiyue burst into laughter.

The latter pinched his chin, leaned down, and lightly kissed the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, speaking in a flirtatious tone:

"The way you're acting, sir, really makes it seem like you've never experienced anything before..."

"It makes me... unable to resist wanting to see what you look like after you take off this official robe."

The spot where she was touched felt like it was being burned by fire. A brief moment of stiffness flashed across Song Ting's face, but she quickly concealed it.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his eyes and gazed into Huaiyue's eyes: "Then let's take them off."

"..." Huaiyue was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, making Song Ting's ears turn even redder.

Huaiyue casually pinched his earlobe and twisted it.

"Your Excellency is so precious, and I, a person covered in filth, would never dare to lay a finger on you."

here we go again.

This person always deliberately uses such words to hurt him.

Song Ting couldn't bear such stimulation and tightened her grip on Huaiyue's hand.

"But sir, if you keep me here like this, the other nobles will be unhappy. Why not let me out and let me meet the others?"

On the night of their reunion, Song Ting wanted to take Huaiyue away, but Huaiyue refused. Song Ting dared not disobey him, so he visited Zuichunlou every day.

I came early in the morning and didn't leave until late at night when the dew was heavy; I wish I could have stayed here all night.

He had already changed out of his python robe, but Madam Hua knew his identity. Song Ting sat down in Huaiyue's room without saying a word, so Madam Hua could only keep him outside.

However, it seems unlikely that it can be stopped today.

"Isn't having me here enough? Who else would you like to see, young master?"

Song Ting's eyes suddenly darkened, and she gripped Huaiyue's hand even tighter.

Huaiyue remained nonchalant, and with that same posture, he jumped forward and landed steadily in Song Ting's arms.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something gently brush past his head.

It was so light that it seemed like only his imagination.

Huaiyue raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

"Huaiyue! Huaiyue!"

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and the door was suddenly flung open: "This young master has come to see—"

Standing at the door, Zhang Jingshu immediately saw Huaiyue being held in the arms of a strange young man.

The two were very close, Huaiyue's outer robe had almost fallen off her body, and her hair was disheveled; it was easy to guess what they had been through.

"So it was you who tried to steal my man?" Zhang Jingshu immediately flew into a rage.

Huaiyue slowly peeked most of her head out from the man's embrace and whispered, "Young Master Zhang..."

That coquettish and reproachful voice practically made Zhang Jingshu's bones melt.

Zhang Jingshu's tone immediately softened as he coaxed Huaiyue, "Don't be afraid, my darling. Did this pretty boy force you?"

"I will avenge you right now!"

"My lord! I couldn't stop you..." Mama Hua also caught up.

She looked at this one, then at that one, desperately trying to wink at Huaiyue, hoping the latter could appease the two elders.

But the latter seemed completely oblivious to her gaze, quietly nestled in Song Ting's arms.

This infuriated Zhang Jingshu.

"Get out of my way!"

He shoved Hua Jiao aside, rolled up his sleeves, and ordered the several followers behind him—

"Break that pretty boy's hands and feet, and gouge out his eyes!"

"yes!"

"Pretty boy, you're from out of town, aren't you? You've come all this way to Ying Tian Realm without even asking about the rules here. Today, I'll teach you a lesson—"

Before Zhang Jingshu could finish his harsh words, the servant who was at the front was kicked in the chest and sent crashing down in front of him.

A mouthful of blood splattered onto Zhang Jingshu's magnificent brocade robe.

These servants were all quite capable, and they had often followed Zhang Jingshu in doing bad things like bullying men and women, but today they had run into a brick wall.

That pale-faced man looked frail, but he was surprisingly good at fighting. Seven or eight servants were kicked away before they could even get close to him.

He was even holding Huaiyue in his arms, without changing his posture much.

"Young Master Zhang, are the people you brought in incompetent?" Huaiyue asked with a worried expression. "Perhaps you should leave quickly to avoid getting hurt..."

Zhang Jingshu originally intended to run away. But with his servants falling to the ground and groaning in pain, Zhang Jingshu had long since given up.

But as soon as Huaiyue revealed this face, he immediately straightened his posture and solemnly declared:

"I'm not leaving! They're all useless, but I'm not. Huaiyue, don't be afraid, I'll come to save you myself..."

After saying that, he shouted and rushed towards Song Ting.

Song Ting lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. The latter seemed to sense something, lifted his eyelids and smiled at him.

"My lord, this is the prefect's only son! Please show mercy!"

He did it on purpose.

Song Ting was well aware of this.

Did he touch you?