The atmosphere became tense for a moment during their confrontation. Finally, the man loosened his grip on the fan, smiled slightly, and spoke in a soft, feminine voice.

"Since it is a gift from His Majesty, I, the owner of this workshop, naturally dare not refuse."

Having said that, he stepped down from the private room upstairs. His peach-pink robe with pipa-like sleeves swayed gracefully with each step, a truly delightful sight.

In no time, the man arrived in front of Changying. With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he bowed to Changying with his hands clasped. Every move he made exuded elegance and charm.

Changying merely nodded slightly, took a long, carved wooden box from a guard, and handed it to the man before him.

His tense face turned to the man, his eyes sharp, and his murderous aura was palpable. His words were icy.

"Master, take care of yourself."

Having said that, he left with the Imperial Guards, and the oppressive atmosphere in the neighborhood caused by Changying and the Imperial Guards dissipated in an instant.

The actors and servants on stage, as well as those serving tea and water, all breathed a sigh of relief. If they had really fought the imperial court head-on, their Moon Pavilion would probably have been wiped out.

The man stood still, his gaze returning from the direction the eagle had left. The smile on his rosy lips faded, and his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly.

He raised his hand and opened the long wooden box. What came into the man's view was a nanmu token with two characters deeply engraved in the wood: Si Bei.

"OP, this..."

The actor on stage had somehow stepped off the stage and appeared behind the man. Upon seeing the token inside the long wooden box, he was terrified.

The poster's name is Tao Hua, and Si Bei is the poster's surname. Very few people in the world know the poster's given name, let alone the poster's surname.

Compared to the actor's utter shock, Si Beitao simply curved her lips into a slight smile, letting out a soft laugh. Her narrowed fox-like eyes held a dark and unfathomable glint in her eyes.

"Emperor Bei Yin, we have truly underestimated him. In this match between Emperor Bei Yin and General Wen, General Wen is bound to lose."

Youling didn't understand what Si Beitaohua meant. Since the host hadn't explained, Youling didn't dare to ask. She frowned and spoke with worry.

"Master, regarding General Wen's business deal, should we proceed with it, or...?"

Si Beitao raised her long, narrow eyebrows slightly, took out the jade pendant from the long wooden box, and gently wiped it with a silk handkerchief. Her soft, feminine voice left no room for doubt.

"Continue, why not continue? Ten thousand taels of gold, I, the owner, am reluctant to return."

"That…………"

The actor was puzzled. The host had just said that General Wen was bound to lose this round between the Northern Yin Emperor and General Wen. Why continue? Wouldn't that be tantamount to destroying the reputation of Yue Lou, which never fails?

"In this world, who doesn't fear the Northern Yin Emperor's power? It's only natural that my assassination attempt on the Northern Yin Emperor failed."

I believe that the people of the world will understand the difficulties faced by my Moon Pavilion in this setback.

Having said that, Si Beitao raised her long, narrow eyebrows slightly, smiled lightly with her lips adorned with rouge, and gestured with her hand. The servant standing to the side understood immediately.

He hurried upstairs; being a martial artist, he moved swiftly and returned from the private room in a few breaths, respectfully handing the peach-pink umbrella to Si Beitaohua.

What leaps off the umbrella surface are lifelike peach branches and clusters of blooming peach blossoms; upon closer inspection, the umbrella ribs are also made of peach wood.

On the peach wood, a line of poetry is delicately carved: "Last year on this day, in this very doorway, her face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's redness. But where has that face gone? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

Everyone in the Moon Pavilion knows that the Pavilion Master never leaves his peach umbrella, no matter the season, but no one knows the reason behind it.