The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

The lobby fell into a deathly silence.

The once noisy guests looked at each other in bewilderment and fell silent.

That's Zhao Xun, the only son of the Minister of Rites. How could this纨绔 (spoiled brat) make him roll down?

Although your Duke's family is incredibly powerful, the Minister of Rites is no less so.

We're all rich kids, is it really okay for you to be so arrogant?

At the second-floor railing, Zhao Xun's fake smile completely froze.

He stared intently at the arrogant face downstairs, his expression so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

"Your Highness," Zhao Xun said, gripping the railing tightly with both hands, his voice forced out through clenched teeth.

"This is, after all, my territory. Why not give me some face?"

Xu Nuo leaned back in the armchair and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"face?"

He scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Who do you think you are, to presume to give me face?"

Xu Nuo slammed his fingers heavily on the table.

"I won't repeat myself. Get down here now."

The air in the lobby seemed to freeze.

Zhao Xun took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He wanted to see what kind of madness this good-for-nothing was going through today.

"it is good."

Zhao Xun sneered, turned around, and walked down the stairs. A burly bodyguard with a sword followed closely behind him.

He strode up to Xu Nuo and spoke, barely suppressing his anger.

"I promise, I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Xu Nuo suddenly stood up from the armchair and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp, loud slap echoed like a thunderclap in the spacious lobby.

Zhao Xun's words were abruptly swallowed back down his throat.

The force of the blow sent him spinning halfway around, causing him to stumble and knock over a nearby table.

The cups and plates shattered, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The madam opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out.

The surrounding guests stared wide-eyed at Xu Nuo as if he were a monster.

Everyone had only one thought in their minds.

This madman actually dared to hit the son of the Minister of Rites?

Zhao Xun covered his face, his expression filled with shock, followed by anger and humiliation.

Xu Nuo clapped his hands dismissively and said, "What, you're not convinced?"

Before Zhao Xun could speak, the guards behind him immediately drew their swords and pointed them at Xu Nuo.

As long as Zhao Xun gives the order, this man will not hesitate to swing his knife.

However, Xu Nuo remained completely calm and said, "For me, the young master, to come and support you is already giving you a tremendous amount of face."

"Now, you can't even call a woman over, it seems..."

"I've been giving you too much face."

Everyone held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.

That's the only son of the Minister of Rites!

Is this promise really out of the blue?

Zhao Xun covered his swollen cheek and stared intently at Xu Nuo.

He's grown up and even his father has never hit him!

Zhao Xun forced out a few words through gritted teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

"Promise!"

"Are you looking for death?"

Xu Nuo slowly sat back in the armchair, crossed his legs, and leaned back.

"What's wrong?"

"You dare touch me?"

"If you dare to lay a finger on me now, my grandfather will lead his troops to raze your Zhao family mansion to the ground tomorrow."

"If you don't believe me, you should consider it."

Zhao Xun's chest heaved violently, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

What on earth happened to this bastard today?!

He wished he could have Xu Nuo hacked to death right now.

But reason held him back.

Xu Nuo is right.

This madman led a group of people to smash up the gates of the Shen residence yesterday and forcibly took the most talented woman in Dali home.

Shen Wanshan was so angry that he filed a complaint with the emperor in the Golden Palace. What was the result?

The current emperor didn't utter a single word and simply adjourned the court!

Even the eldest daughter of the Shen family was snatched away for nothing, so the Zhao family isn't much better than the Shen family.

If we really do what Xu Nuo did here today, that overprotective old madman, the Duke of Zhenguo, would definitely dare to lead his troops to raze the Zhao family mansion to the ground!

The fate of the Shen family will be the fate of the Zhao family.

Zhao Xun gritted his teeth, frantically trying to reassure himself, and swallowed his anger.

"it is good."

"Xu Nuo, you just wait!"

"I, Zhao, will remember this debt!"

Zhao Xun abruptly flicked his sleeve, turned around, and left.

"stop."

Xu Nuo's lazy voice came from behind.

Zhao Xun paused, his back stiffening.

Xu Nuo tapped his finger on the table.

"I told you to call for help, are you deaf?"

Zhao Xun turned his head, glared fiercely at the madam beside him, and without saying a word, led his guards upstairs quickly.

The madam shuddered and instantly realized what was happening.

Even Young Master Zhao has backed down, what else does she dare to say?

"Young Master, please calm down! Please calm down!"

"Room number two in the 'Heavenly' section has been reserved for you!"

"This old servant will go and fetch Miss Haitang right away, I'll be there immediately!"

Xu Nuo swaggered upstairs with the madam.

The door to the top-tier room was pushed open.

Not long after we went in, Haitang arrived.

The door slammed shut.

It isolated the noise from the lobby downstairs.

A warm fragrance filled the room, and red candles flickered.

Haitang took a deep breath and quickly suppressed the strange look in her eyes.

She put on a charming smile, swayed her hips, and walked gracefully toward Xu Nuo.

"Your Highness, please allow me to properly assist you in undressing..."

Xu Nuo sat down at the round table with an air of authority and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Alright, stop pretending."

Haitang suddenly paused, raised her head, and her beautiful face was full of innocence and confusion.

"Young Master, what are you saying?"

"Why don't I understand?"

Xu Nuo picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at her coldly.

"Tell me, who sent you to attack me?"

Haitang's delicate body trembled, and her eyes instantly reddened, filled with tears.

"Young Master, have you misunderstood something?"

"I am but a woman of the night, how could I dare to lay a hand on you..."

boom.

Xu Nuo slammed the teacup heavily onto the table.

The sound wasn't loud, but it brought Haitang's sobbing to an abrupt halt.

"I've come to see you today not to listen to your nonsense."

"Don't make me impatient."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

A deathly silence fell over the room.

The flame of the red candle flickered.

Haitang squinted her eyes and slowly straightened up.

The pitiful, worldly air she once possessed had completely vanished.

Haitang looked down at Xu Nuo, her voice no longer charming but cold.

"What does this mean, Young Master?"

Xu Nuo sat in the chair, meeting her cold gaze, a playful smile curving his lips.

He smiled without saying a word.

Just quietly watch her.

Seeing Xu Nuo's confident expression, a hint of seriousness flashed in Haitang's eyes.

She realized there was no need to keep pretending any longer.

"Has the young master noticed?" Haitang asked coldly.

Snapped.

Xu Nuo snapped his fingers.

"Good, you got it right."

Haitang looked Xu Nuo up and down, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"hehe."

"Everyone says that the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is ignorant and a complete good-for-nothing."

"Now it seems you weren't so stupid after all."

Xu Nuo leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Looking at his confident and fearless demeanor, Haitang's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

Unfortunately, his cleverness backfired.

"You shouldn't have stayed in this room with me all by yourself just to put on airs."

Xu Nuo smiled.

He didn't even change his sitting posture, he just slightly raised his chin.

"What? You think you can eat me?"

Haitang's eyes turned cold.

court death.

"snort!"

"A piece of trash who has never practiced martial arts, killing you will only take a breath!"

"Since you've chosen to die, don't blame me!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Haitang's figure suddenly shot up.

fast.

So fast that it's almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

A poisoned, dark blue dagger suddenly slid out from her sleeve.

With a piercing whistling sound, it hurtled straight at Xu Nuo's throat.