"Tell my elder brother that I will go back after I finish watching the opera."
The person lying down spoke in a lazy, sleepy voice, with a nasal tone.
The butler wasn't afraid of the strict Master Yi, but he was afraid of this youngest son.
Yi Mu was spoiled rotten by his family. He seemed to have a good temper, but you never knew when the young master would get upset and throw a tantrum, he was more terrifying than the old master.
This performance of "The Drunken Beauty" has only reached its first act. After the entire performance, the old man will probably lose his temper and come to arrest people himself.
If others laugh at us, we'll lose face big time.
"Oh, my young master, please don't make things difficult for me, come back with me right away..."
The butler's elaborate scheme was halfway through when a loud male voice suddenly came from the next private room.
"Commander Zeng Guangzhao of the 17th Division of the Gu Family Army has awarded Miss Qin Lin 500 silver dollars!"
As soon as the sound was heard, Yi Mu's half-asleep eyes snapped open, and he waved to the person behind him.
His quick-witted henchman raised his voice: "Yi Mu, the fifth young master of the Yi family, presents Miss Qin Lin with 1,000 silver dollars!"
Only a spendthrift young master would spend 1,000 silver dollars to reward an actor.
In the private room next door, two men in military uniforms smiled at each other.
"Does this young master dislike you, Master? For the past seven or eight days, he has to argue with you every time you speak."
It was snowing heavily outside, but the theater had its underfloor heating on and the doors and windows were closed. It was warm, but after a while, it felt suffocating.
Zeng Guangzhao unbuttoned his military uniform, drank the water buffalo from the teapot, and then picked up a handful of peeled pine nuts and put them in his mouth.
He crunched a couple of times, then stood up with a smile.
"I don't have time to play with this kid today. The supplies are almost here, so I have to go check on them."
As the adjutant watched him leave, he lifted the heavy curtain, walked over to Yi Mu, and unceremoniously dragged over a chair, plopping down on it.
"Fifth Young Master, why do you do this? You always compete with Commander Zeng for the top spot, and you always get tricked. If you do the math, you've probably already spent almost 100,000 silver dollars."
Yi Mu did not answer his question. He looked to the side and heard a clear, melodious voice, which sounded even better than the opera singer.
"Zeng Guangzhao is gone?"
The adjutant's gaze shifted from the alluring top courtesan, Green Green, to Yi Mu's exposed feet.
Young Master Yi knew how to enjoy himself. He lay on a soft chair covered with a whole fox fur coat, without even wearing socks.
Her feet were like white jade, unlike the clumsy and bulky feet of most men. They were finely carved with gold, with beautiful arches and pinkish-white toes.
Looking at his face and figure, he was simply a stunner.
The adjutant's smile became sleazy, and he answered irrelevantly, "Fifth Young Master is truly a delicate and exquisite figure, a gem among men."
The butler, who was standing nearby, changed his expression slightly upon hearing this.
The Yi family is a well-known and respected family in the area.
After the master and mistress passed away, the eldest son took on the responsibility of the family. In the past two years, his trading company has been thriving, and local officials and gentry all give him face.
The old man and several young ladies, although not born of the same mother as the fifth young master, all doted on him like the plague.
This military thug in front of me, just because he's wearing yellow clothes, thinks he's the King of Heaven and dares to spout anything.
Yi Mu looked up at the man's disgusting smile and raised an eyebrow. "I only have one question for you: Zeng Guangzhao is gone?"
The adjutant sneered, "Why does Fifth Young Master only have eyes for my brother? I, Yang, consider myself quite dashing..."
Yi Mu stood up. He was not short, even a little taller than the man in front of him.
"What's your rank?" Yi Mu asked, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his fair arms.
The adjutant puffed out his chest proudly: "I am Commander Zeng's adjutant, Yang..."
"Smack!"
Yi Mu waved his hand expressionlessly, and smiled slightly at the fierce-looking adjutant who was staring at him.
"I'm sorry, I can't control my temper when I'm unhappy. If you look around and say something rude next time, it won't be as simple as just a slap."
“Go back and tell your commander that it was I, Yi Mu, who beat you. If you want to settle the score, come to the Yi family to find me.”
They knelt down and put soft-soled cloth shoes on him. The butler draped a heavy fox fur coat over him, and the group escorted Yi Mu downstairs.
The adjutant was left behind, his face flushed and red, and in his anger, he swept all the dried fruit off the table.
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