"A beauty paired with a hero is a perfect match. Although I have no special abilities, I was born into a good family. I am rich and powerful and can afford to raise beautiful women. Isn't your harem also full of flowers, Ninth Master? You can't just allow officials to set fires while forbidding ordinary people to light lamps."
"Seventh Young Master is right. You are Ninth Master, so if you take a fancy to someone, just go ahead and snatch her. Don't blame us for being attracted to beauties."
"If she were just an ordinary beauty, it would be one thing, but such unparalleled beauty, a goddess whom one wouldn't even dare to dream of, suddenly appearing before one's eyes, who wouldn't be captivated? Even if Liu Xiahui were reincarnated, he wouldn't be able to remain unmoved by her beauty."
Yinzhen fell silent; he hadn't expected these young men to be so bold.
I've never seen anyone so tired of living that they're running headlong into their own death, even accelerating as if afraid of not dying fast enough.
A bunch of ugly, mangy dogs, eyeing their wives.
Yinreng lived up to his motto of being ruthless and taciturn, and kicked Ma Jia Suhetai to the ground.
Ma Jia Suhetai was bloated and looked like a giant turtle, lying on the ground, unable to get up. Coincidentally, he was wearing a dark green robe embroidered with black auspicious patterns of fortune and prosperity, making him look just like a turtle that had come to life from the depths of the water.
A bunch of spoiled rich kids hanging out together, not much loyalty, just a bunch of fair-weather friends. When one of them falls, the rest all jump ship.
"You poor scholar, don't go too far. Even if you're capable and can become an official in the future, you'll have to start from the seventh rank. By then, I'll make sure you never get promoted in your entire life," a spoiled brat yelled.
Yinzhen followed behind, stepping on Ma Jia Suhetai, who was struggling to turn over, and pinning him down so he couldn't move.
"Speak your names one by one, and tell me which family's unworthy descendants you are," Yinreng said.
“I am a member of the royal family,” Ma Jia Suhetai roared, unwilling to give up.
Yinreng calmly stepped on half of his face, making him unable to utter the second half of his sentence, "relative of the emperor."
"Who recognizes you?" Yinreng asked.
"Impersonating a member of the imperial family is a capital offense." If Yinreng were to hold a folding fan in his hand, he would look even more dashing.
Ma Jia Suhetai cried out, "He's a relative of the emperor, not a member of the royal family!"
"You mean to say that you are a relative of the emperor?" Yinreng kindly asked on his behalf.
Maja Suhetai blinked rapidly, and began to regret her actions.
Beauty can be a trap. He should have first put the poor scholar in a sack, knocked him unconscious, and then carried the beauty away, saving all this trouble later.
Ma Jia Suhetai, who was being trampled underfoot, was already numb inside.
He stopped struggling and stared blankly at Yinreng's trousers.
The familiar fabric seemed to be a tribute from his maternal grandfather's family to the imperial court, with only ten bolts produced each year.
Such luxurious fabric, not used to make outerwear for ostentation. One can only imagine that this person doesn't value the preciousness of the fabric.
With his face pressed against the floor tiles, Maja Suhetai felt he had never been so smart.
Thinking of the rumored appearances of the royal princes, and the beautiful reputation of the Crown Prince's concubine.
Ma Jia Suhetai closed his eyes in despair. The white jade lotus hairpin in the beauty's hair seemed to be made by the Imperial Household Department.
He's finished, and his entire family might be finished too.
The Manchu princes who loved dog fighting, falconry, tea parties, and brothels weren't exactly bright.
Apart from Ma Jia Suhetai, who discovered the truth, everyone else thought that Yinreng should act this way because he was a bully who dared to offend them because of Yin Tang.
They shouted out their family names, even specifying the official titles of their elders, as if they were afraid that Yinreng would not be able to find them and would uproot them.
After listening to their conversation, Yinreng smiled slightly.
"Tie them all up and hand them over to the Nine Gates Admiral," Yinreng ordered.
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