Chapter 79

Chapter 79 - Stay away from This Young Master

Contrary to stirring up trouble for Teng Yu, Yin Xu's visit to the brothel stemmed from Teng Yu's remarks about marriage and children. Rather, it was an outlet for his frustration.

The hour was late, and with the elite families yet to commence their New Year gatherings, the brothels appeared deserted. New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Upon Yin Xu's arrival at the Dream Pavilion, the assembled girls in the grand hall brightened and eagerly approached him.

The matron, with her sinuous figure, appraised Yin Xu before jesting, “Young noble, have you mistakenly found your way here? Alone? Yet... why does your countenance seem familiar?”

A lady in a cerulean gown giggled, “Mother, did you consort with benefactors in your youth? Your knack for recognizing faces is uncanny.”

Laughter erupted as the girls closed in around Yin Xu.

The Dream Pavilion boasted a long history, with the madam herself once a belle of the establishment.

“Indeed, I possess sharp memory and seasoned discernment, but doesn't he strike a chord of familiarity?”

“Perhaps Mother speaks truth...”

“Ah... I remember now, he... he...” A girl, her smile radiant, struggled to utter Yin Xu's name, her hand pressed against her chest.

“Who do you think you are? Say it now...”

The girl gazed fondly at Yin Xu and softly uttered, “Huo Lang...”

Silence followed, then a shrill scream pierced Butterfly Lane.

“It's uncanny, yet true... Though I glimpsed Marshal Huo from afar once, years ago, his visage remains imprinted in my memory.”

“Indeed, in my youth, I caught sight of him. Back then, Marshal Huo was youthful, much like this gentleman... It's striking.” The matron reminisced, extending her hand to touch Yin Xu's face.

Irritated, Yin Xu snapped, “Enough!” Slapping away the matron's hand, he rebuked, “Keep your distance, all of you!”

The scent of fragrant powder enveloped the place, nearly overwhelming Demon Lord.

Despite his outburst, the women retreated but continued to regard him with affection.

Shui Yan'er, the leader of Dreamy Cloud Pavilion, smoothed her hair and tenderly inquired, “Is Young Noble surnamed Huo?”

Yin Xu sneezed, shooting her a glance. “What, must all guests disclose their names here?”

“Of course not, but I am consumed by curiosity.”

Teng Yu's hand halted, and he inquired icily, “And?”

The guard glanced at Han Sen, receiving a nod, hastily adding, “I may have imbibed a bit too much. Those fellows seemed to recognize him and verbally abused him quite harshly.”

“Then let them continue their tirade, it might just rouse him!” Teng Yu gritted his teeth, pausing briefly before continuing, “Keep watch over him, prevent any fatal harm, but don't fret over broken bones.”

“Understood.” He believed he grasped His Highness's true intent. His Highness likely tasked him with aiding Seventh Young Master in a scuffle while regulating the force employed.

Yin Xu initially intended to assign Dark Guards to assist, but considering the man's secrecy, he presumed he preferred not to be shadowed.

Moreover, Teng Yu harbored a mysterious confidence in him. Should trouble arise, the adversary would likely regret it.

The guard dashed into Dreamy Cloud Pavilion, primed to display his skills, only to be stupefied by the scene.

The hall lay in disarray, with tables and chairs strewn about. Women huddled in a corner, while the troublemakers writhed in agony on the floor.

The figure he sought occupied the sole intact chair. A youth stood atop it, nonchalantly asking, “Still game?”

His brief absence resulted in Seventh Young Master's swift resolution. No wonder His Highness appeared aloof.

He navigated the clutter and approached Yin Xu, asking deferentially, “Seventh Young Master, the situation's chaotic here. Might it be wise for you to depart while I handle aftermath?”

Yin Xu glanced at him, uncertain if recognition dawned, then kicked the youth beside him into the wall before rising, patting his attire. “Excellent.”

The guard hurriedly added, “Master awaits at the adjacent restaurant.”

Yin Xu responded with an “Ah” and strutted out, exuding contentment.

Just before reaching the door, Yin Xu halted. “Ah, I forgot to settle the bill. Tomorrow, I'll present it to the Third Prince Mansion for payment.”

The old procuress, recognizing the Third Prince Mansion's involvement, refrained from pressing for payment, trembling as she bid farewell.

With Yin Xu gone, the guard corralled the fallen men, gesturing to the madam, “Dispatch a messenger to notify them of their misdeeds and to collect reparations.”

“Certainly...”

“Regarding the damaged furniture, compensation arrangements should be clear, correct?”

“I understand, I understand.” The old procuress approached, a sorry sight with her disheveled appearance.

“Excellent.” The guard crouched, patting the injured parties, warning, “Keep silent, or the Third Prince will gladly wash your mouths.”

Yin Xu exited, inhaling deeply, his previously blocked nose now clear.