Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

When two grown men get together, they naturally think about romantic matters. Chatting with fallen girls has always been one of Mu An's great pleasures.

Geng Wu, who is over fifty but still unmarried, is a master of this art, able to pass through a garden of flowers without getting a single petal on him.

Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but that's what Gengwu himself boasted about.

As a country bumpkin who had never been to the capital, Mu An only wanted to learn from a senior like Geng Wu and not waste his money.

Unexpectedly, just as the conversation began, Lin Li emerged from the carriage in front.

She leaped up and jumped between the two of them, gave Mu An a look of utter disdain, and without saying a word led him to Princess Yongning's carriage.

Mu An doesn't remember much about what happened after that. He only knows that he wished he could crawl into a hole and bury his head in it like an ostrich.

What a shame!

The petite and innocent-looking Jun Yunxin sat in the carriage, staring at Mu An outside the carriage with her large, innocent eyes, which held no trace of evil intent. She looked him up and down for a long time.

Her innocent eyes swept up and down, as if she was thinking about how such a nice person could be so shameless.

After leaving Mu An in the cold air for a full quarter of an hour, Jun Yunxin finally touched Mu An's face with her icy little hands, muttering as she did so, "Pretty thick."

After touching him for a while, she leaned forward again, got closer, buried her face in Mu An's chest and sniffed twice. The overly intimate action made Mu An stiffen and dare not move at all.

"He certainly has the looks to be a gigolo, no wonder he's a womanizer."

The tone wasn't scary; it was more of a joke. But Mu An felt like she had ascended to heaven on the spot, unable to utter a single word.

Urgent!!! My boss found out I've been frequenting brothels every day, what should I do?!

Fortunately, Jun Yunxin didn't seem to care much about these things. She withdrew her hand from Mu An's face, grabbed a stack of silver notes, and threw them at him with a look of disgust.

"The plan will take some time to prepare, and I also need to meet with my father and brother first."

Few people know your identity, and even fewer know your strength. Since you like brothels so much, you might as well go and stay there.

The heir of the Zhennan Marquis's mansion is a man of the Seventh Prince. He's a scoundrel just like you, frequenting brothels every now and then. Find an opportunity to quietly get rid of him; that would be doing me a favor."

It felt as if two sharp blades were stuck in his heart, and he was branded a bad seed. Mu An felt a chill run through his heart.

His illustrious reputation just vanished like that??

Sorrow flows like a river, only to be dried up by the sun.

Standing before the Drunken Dream Tower, gazing at the lithe figure appearing and disappearing within, with 100,000 taels of silver notes tucked into his pocket, Mu An's emotions shifted rapidly.

From being devastated to giving up entirely, it only took three short minutes.

He stepped forward, his face filled with piety, like a saint about to enter hell, vowing to redeem the evil spirits ahead.

What do you mean by shameful? You're out of your mind!

He's never had so much money in his life!

He had just felt embarrassed by the princess throwing money at him, but now all he wanted to say was...

Let the storm rage on! Let it smash harder! He's not afraid of losing face!

Since we're already here, wouldn't it be a disservice to those ladies in this building who have had such difficult lives if we didn't take the time to appreciate it properly?

Listening to music by imperial decree is quite exciting!

Honestly, the young ladies in the capital are truly exceptional. They are proficient in all the arts, from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, something that a small county like Qing'an simply cannot match.

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October 30th, the 29th year of Chengtai.

Qi'an Second Ring Road, Zhennan Marquis's Mansion.

Half-drunk and half-awake, the prince, his body reeking of rouge, staggered to the first seat on his left. His steps were sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

He was holding a wine glass in his hand, his mouth opening and closing as he mumbled incoherently.

"Again... Mu Mu Mu... Brother Mu... You have a good capacity for alcohol..."

Looking at the half-undressed heir of the Marquis of Zhennan, the man sitting at the head of the table frowned, a barely perceptible glint of anger flashing in his eyes.

The man pretended to be unable to bear the sight and covered his face to hide his true emotions. He stepped forward and helped the heir of the Marquis of Zhennan.

"Qingming, how did you get so drunk? Come on, have a cup of hot soup to sober up."

The prince, still somewhat dazed, looked at the seventh prince, who was seeing double images, and instinctively slapped his hand away.

"The King of Wei wants to drink too? No, no, that Mu An can drink too much. Even if we all drink together, we can't outdrink him..."

The Seventh Prince frowned deeply at the sight of the person spouting nonsense. He suppressed his anger, steadied the person in the chair, and cursed inwardly:

"This good-for-nothing! He was tasked with gathering intelligence, and he's managed to turn it into this mess. He's probably already got all his information!"

He cursed inwardly, but the Seventh Prince knew that the Zhennan Marquis's lineage was his biggest trump card. Even if Bai Qingming, the heir apparent, was unreliable, he could only endure it for now.

He glanced at Bai Qingming, who wouldn't sober up anytime soon, and went outside to wave.

A short while later, an elderly man dressed as a butler slowly walked in.

"Help your young master sober up; I have something to ask him."

The old man who came in glanced at the drunken Bai Qingming and walked directly in front of him.

As the vital energy gathered, a giant azure tree emerged from behind him, and pale azure light spots rose from the tree. With a gentle wave of the old man's hand, the light spots fell and sprinkled on Bai Qingming.

Bai Qingming, who was just drunk, visibly recovered, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

He opened and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of air.

"He's finally alive. That guy surnamed Mu can really drink."

Seeing that Bai Qingming was still sighing, the Seventh Prince's face darkened, and he glared at him, interrupting his sigh.

"Well, has the investigation been completed? What brings my ninth sister to the capital at this moment?"

Bai Qingming didn't rush to answer. He gently shook his folding fan, casually picked up two grapes, threw them into his mouth, chewed them a couple of times, and then gave his response.

"His Majesty is seriously ill. Why would Princess Yongning return to the capital at this time? She is nothing more than here to support her brother who lives off his wife."

The Seventh Prince nodded slightly; he shared the same thought.

Putting himself in her shoes, he knew best what kind of person he was, and his ninth sister was probably much the same.

But he didn't take it too seriously. After all, she was just a woman who, relying on her father's favor, acted so arrogantly and offended all the court officials.

Such a fool is no match for him on his path to power. His real enemies are the Second Prince, who is currently acting as regent, and the unassuming Ninth Prince.

The former temporarily took over the government and had the support of many high-ranking military officials.

Although the latter rarely speaks out, they have the support of the literary sage's lineage, and neither should be underestimated.

However, out of caution, the seventh prince still asked one more question.

"How many men did Ninth Sister bring to the capital? Did the Tiger Legion come with her?"

Bai Qingming glanced at the Seventh Prince, who didn't seem to care much, lowered his head slightly, and narrowed his eyes.