On our wedding night, my wife acted strangely.

Room Tianzi No. 1.

This room is the best, largest, and most luxurious private room in the entire Yanlai Building.

How luxurious was it? The floor was covered with long-haired carpets brought from the Western Regions, so thick that you could sink half your foot into them.

The walls are adorned with landscape paintings by renowned artists from previous dynasties, and in the corner stands a blue-and-white porcelain vase taller than a person, containing several budding peonies.

A huge round table made of rosewood was placed in the center of the room, piled high with delicacies, fruits and snacks.

At that moment, seven or eight well-dressed young men were sitting around the table, their faces flushed from drinking, groping the girls in their arms, having a great time.

The person sitting in the main seat was a young man in his early twenties.

In the fat man's words, this guy is at least presentable-looking.

He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a high, straight nose.

Her face was pale and her eyes were sunken; she looked like someone whose body had been drained by alcohol and sex.

This man was none other than Zhang Chuang, the youngest son of the Duke of Xun's family.

His father, Duke Xun, Zhang Cheng, was a veteran official in the court. He had once been a subordinate of the regent, but later defected to the royal family.

Although he has not had much real power over the years, he has the advantage of seniority, many disciples, and is a member of the faction of the First Prince Nangong Ao. Therefore, Zhang Chuang is considered a well-known playboy in the capital. He usually acts arrogantly and no one dares to mess with him.

"Come on, drink! Today is my party, and anyone who doesn't drink until they're drunk is disrespecting me!" Zhang Chuang shouted, raising his wine cup to the crowd.

He had a songstress in a pink gauze dress in his arms, her exquisite body partially visible. She had just been forced to drink several cups of wine by Zhang Chuang, and her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed.

"Master Chuang... I really can't drink anymore... I'm getting drunk~~" the girl pleaded sweetly.

"Can't drink? Hehe, you have to drink even if you can't!" Zhang Chuang grinned mischievously, grabbed her chin, and poured a glass of wine down her throat.

"Cough cough cough..." The girl choked and coughed repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes, and the wine slid down her neck and onto her chest.

Instead of trying to dissuade him, the young men around him slapped the table and laughed heartily.

"Brother Chuang is awesome!"

"Haha, Xiao Hong is the top courtesan here! Brother Chuang is in luck today!"

"That's right, I saw it! Little Red's little feet are so pink and tender. Brother Chuang, you'd better give your brother some soup later!"

"Don't ruin them!"

"Hahahaha." Zhang Chuang laughed triumphantly, grabbing Xiao Hong's chest hard, causing the girl to gasp again.

"Don't worry! I have plenty of money! If I break one, I'll just replace it! Every girl in Yanlai Tower, if I take a fancy to one, who would dare refuse? Hahahaha."

These words were extremely arrogant, but no one dared to refute them.

Just as Zhang Chuang was about to tease Xiao Hong further, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside with a "bang".

The servant who had just been slapped by the madam scrambled in, his face still bearing a clear handprint.

"Master Chuang, something terrible has happened..."

Zhang Chuang was having a great time when he was suddenly disturbed, which made him very unhappy.

He slammed his glass down on the table and yelled, "What are you howling about? Is your mother dead?"

"No, Master Chuang," the servant said, kneeling on the ground and trembling, "Mother wants you to vacate this room right now..."

"What?!"

Before Zhang Chuang could speak, one of his lackeys jumped up, pointed at the servant's nose, and cursed, "You dog of a servant, do you know who this is? This is the young master of the Duke of Xun's mansion! You want him to make room? Are you tired of living?"

Another follower joined in the commotion.

"Exactly! In all of Beijing, who has more influence than our Brother Chuang?"

"Who are you making room for? Tell me! I'll go down there and kill his mother right now!"

The servant was so frightened that he trembled all over.

On one side was the Regent, and on the other was the rebel leader; he couldn't afford to offend either of them.

"It's the Regent! The mother downstairs said the Regent is here and wants room number one..."

"The Regent?"

Zhang Chuang was taken aback, then sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Pfft, hehehe, who do we have here? It's that idiot Lin Yi. Didn't he just marry that little brat from the Luo family a couple of days ago? What's wrong? Instead of staying home and sleeping with his wife, he's here having some fun?"

"Haha, Brother Chuang, maybe he's just had a bad day at home and came out to clear his head!"

"Exactly! I've heard that Luo Qingyu has always had the Fourth Prince in her heart and won't let him touch her at all!"

"Maybe that fool will be cuckolded on his wedding night!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted in the private room.

Zhang Chuang picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and then slammed the glass down on the table with a loud bang.

"Snap!" The room fell silent instantly.

Zhang Chuang stood up, straightened his clothes, walked up to the servant, and kicked him: "You son of a bitch! A sycophant like you thinks you deserves to have me make room for you? You blind fool! Remember this: in this capital, you don't need to give face to anyone except my elder brother Nangong Ao! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, this servant remembers..." The servant was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground.

"Hmph!" Zhang Chuang snorted coldly, then kicked him again. "Go back and tell your mother that I'm staying right here today and not going anywhere! If Lin Yi has the guts, come find me himself! I want to see just how much this regent really is!"

"Yes, yes..." The servant scrambled out of the room.

"Wait!" Zhang Chuang called out to him again.

The servant trembled with fear and knelt down again. "Master Chuang, is there anything else you need?"

Zhang Chuang walked over, squatted down, patted his face, and said in a sinister tone, "You just said that the Regent wanted this room, right?"

"Yes……"

"Good, very good." Zhang Chuang stood up, a cruel smile on his face. "Brothers, let's go! Follow me down to see! Today, I'll show the whole capital how the dignified Regent Prince kneels on the ground and kowtows to me!"

After saying that, he kicked open the door and, along with a group of cronies, walked downstairs cursing and swearing.

"Damn it, some idiot dares to act tough in front of me? I'll beat the shit out of him today, or I'm not a Zhang!"

......

The lobby of Yanlailou.

The madam, accompanied by a group of girls, surrounded Lin Yi and the fat man like stars around the moon, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Your Highness, what do you think of the girls here? From plump to slender, we have them all! We guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"Fatty, look at that girl named Pin'er. She just came from Yangzhou. She's only thirteen years old and has already had her period. If you see any blood later, you'll have to give her a reward!"

"If you don't like us Han people, I also have Xianbei, Xiongnu, Kunlun slaves, and foreign girls..."

The fat man's small eyes were already glued to the girls, and when he heard the madam's words, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Hahaha, good, good! All good! Call them all to Fatty's room later, Fatty's going to beat up ten of them tonight!"

Lin Yi wasn't interested in these young girls.

Even though these girls were all of marriageable age, they still looked like adorable little children, and it was really hard to bring myself to do it.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked towards the lobby.

The business at Yanlailou is indeed booming. The lobby on the first floor is full of customers, some playing drinking games, some drinking, and some joking around. It's quite lively.

It seems that brothel culture has always been popular in every era.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the stairs, accompanied by cursing.

"Damn it! Where's that idiot Lin Yi? Get the hell out here!"