Chapter 1: The Miserable Transmigration

  "What does it have to do with you?" Wang Gongzi sneered and said, "This time, it's not my fault, it's your people from the Quanfang Pavilion who are acting unscrupulously. Are you taking me for a monkey? I'm telling you, I won't fall for this trick. If your Quanfang Pavilion doesn't hand over Cui Nianshu today, I'll make sure that not even a chicken or dog in your pavilion is at peace."

  When Wang Gongzi said this, Kang Qingyan's smile on her face gradually solidified and finally disappeared, replaced by a cold expression. Kang Qingyan whispered to Gao Yanei: "Young Master Wang, if you want to make trouble for my Huafang Pavilion, I, Kang Qingyan, will not stop you, nor dare to stop you. But before making trouble, I beg your pardon, Young Master Gao, would you please move your esteemed self and come with me to see someone? If after seeing this person, Young Master Wang still wants to make trouble, then I'll listen to your convenience."

  "See someone?" Wang Gongzi's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Although he was a lecherous and dissolute young master, he wasn't completely useless. When he heard Kang Qingyan tell him to go see someone, Wang Gongzi suddenly had some suspicions.

  Qunfang Pavilion is located in the most prosperous area of Shuntian Prefecture, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold. It's impossible for Kang Qingshan to open such a large brothel on his own. Moreover, what kind of place is Shuntian Prefecture? It's under the emperor's feet, where the powerful and noble roam freely. To put it jokingly, if you randomly throw a brick in Shuntian Prefecture, you might hit a high-ranking official above the fourth rank.

  Qunfang Pavilion has been able to operate safely in Shuntian Prefecture for so many years, and it is absolutely impossible without someone backing it up behind the scenes.

  However, Wang Gongzi was not afraid in his heart. His father was the vice president of Shuntian Prefecture, a real official of the sixth grade.

  In Shuntian Prefecture, a fourth-rank official who didn't hold an important position saw his father and still had to be very polite.

  The young prince Wang hummed softly, swung his sleeves and said: "Let's see what you're hiding behind the group of flowers pavilion, I want to take a look at what kind of mysterious person is hidden there."

  "Alright, this way, Young Master Wang." Kang Qingyan gestured with her right hand and led Wang Gongzi upstairs to the second floor.

  Pushing open the door of the second floor's Wenyun Pavilion, Kang Qingyan stood at the entrance and said: "Young Master Wang, please come in."

  Kang Qingyan seemed unwilling to follow, so Wang Gongzi thought for a moment and said to the two family guards behind him: "You two stay at the door and keep watch, I'll go in and take a look."

  As Wang Gongzi walked into the room, Kang Qingyan closed the door behind him. After entering, Wang Gongzi carefully looked around and saw a person sitting behind the screen in the room. The man was about thirty years old, with a pale face, no beard, and slightly long eyes.

  At first glance, Wang Gongzi only felt that this person looked somewhat familiar, but when the man turned around and called out: "Wang Xian nephew."

  The prince was suddenly frightened out of his wits.

  "Liu...Liu Gonggong?" Wang Gongzi's back broke out in cold sweat.

  The eunuch in charge of the imperial seal, the head of the Eastern Depot, and the close minister to the emperor, Liu Jin. Each title alone is enough to make one walk sideways in Shuntian Prefecture, not to mention all three titles combined.

  Not to mention the father of Wang Gongzi, who is only a small sixth-grade judge in Shuntian Prefecture, even if it were the third-grade governor of Shuntian Prefecture, he would probably have to kneel down and pay his respects when seeing Liu Jin.

  At this moment, seeing Liu Jin, Wang Gongzi naturally guessed that the real boss behind the curtain of Qunfang Pavilion was actually Liu Jin. Such a great Buddha, how could Wang Gongzi not be afraid? His legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a crying tone, saying: "Ah, Lord Liu, I have eyes but don't recognize Mount Tai, I didn't know that Qunfang Pavilion is your business, I...".

  Liu Jin smiled and walked over to help Wang Gongzi up, holding his hand and patting it lightly as he said: "No harm done, no harm done. Since you didn't know, you can't be blamed. Now that you know this is my property, don't forget to take good care of me from now on."

  "That's for sure, that's for sure." Wang Gongzi nodded continuously and said.

  Liu Jin nodded and said, "My virtuous nephew is indeed understanding and likable. Remember to greet your father on my behalf, and when you have nothing to do, come with your father to my mansion for a casual visit. As we are both officials in Shuntian Prefecture, we should often interact with each other on ordinary days; otherwise, our relationship will become distant. Isn't that right, virtuous nephew?"

  "Yes, yes, after my nephew returns to the manor, he will definitely convey all your words to Father. Another day, if there is leisure time, I will definitely visit your manor to pay respects. I hope you won't blame me for disturbing you at that time."

  "This is how the conversation started, and why would I be bothered by my virtuous nephew? Don't mention such things again in the future." Liu Jin said with a smile, "Alright, let's stop here for today. You should also return to your mansion and rest early. Remember not to reveal what happened when we met here today, can you remember that?"

  "Remember, remember." Wang Gongzi nodded and said: "The young nephew bids farewell, farewell."

  As he spoke, Wang Gongzi repeatedly bowed to Liu Jin before retreating. After exiting the Wenyue Pavilion, High Official Li let out a deep sigh and turned to Kang Qingyan, bowing: "Kang Mama, I've troubled you greatly, please forgive me."

  "Prince Wang is being polite." Kang Qingyan said with a slight bow and a smile.

  The prince nodded and said to the people beside him: "Alright, let's go!"

  "Yes!" The two servants didn't dare ask any more questions and followed Young Master Wang as he left.

  As soon as Wang Gongzi left, Zhu Houzhao suddenly frowned slightly. He shook his head and laughed: "This Fangyuan Pavilion is still interesting, I don't know which god has appeared to scare away the only son of Wang Shifu."

  When Zhu Houzhao mentioned this, Zhang Yong's heart suddenly felt a thrill. Who was the mastermind behind the Huafang Pavilion? Although others didn't know, Zhang Yong was still very clear about it. He also wanted to let Zhu Houzhao know, but he couldn't take the initiative to tell him.

  That's the reason why it is so. Zhang Yong was in charge of writing and issuing imperial edicts, managing the transmission of imperial orders outside the palace. This was a lucrative position, as all imperial decrees were issued through him, proclaiming to the world. Moreover, Zhu Houzhao rarely asked about state affairs once he started playing, so Zhang Yong could easily forge imperial edicts on his own, and people in the outer court couldn't tell at all.

  It was precisely because of this that Zhang Yong could fight Liu Jin on an equal footing.

  But anyway, he was always suppressed by Liu Jin, the "emperor", after all, Liu Jin was the head eunuch of the Imperial Guard and also supervised the Eastern Depot, so Zhang Yong's eyes were red with anger.

  Only by overthrowing Liu Jin could Zhang Yong become the number one eunuch in the palace. Therefore, Zhang Yong wanted to tell Zhu Houzhao that the mastermind behind the Group of Fragrant Pavilion was actually Liu Jin, making Zhu Houzhao dislike Liu Jin.

  However, if he speaks out himself, there are three disadvantages. Firstly, there is a lack of strong evidence to support it, and there is a suspicion of framing Liu Jin. Secondly, reporting against Liu Jin in this way will make Zhu Houzhao feel that he has the intention of usurping power, giving Zhu Houzhao an unfavorable impression that he is greedy for power, making Zhu Houzhao guard against him. Thirdly, Zhang Yong also fears that if he really offends Liu Jin severely, it may lead to Liu Jin's strong counterattack, which he may not be able to withstand.

  Now that Zhu Houzhao mentioned it, Zhang Yong hastily said: "Your Majesty, do you want me to go and investigate, to see who the sacred person is that can scare away Wang Gongzi?"

  Zhu Houzhao glanced at Zhang Yong, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "Forget it, you go and arrange another room, then prepare the best stationery. Then you let someone go and call that young man named Jiang Xia over."

  "Jiang Xia?" Zhang Yong slightly hesitated before nodding and saying "Yes!", but in the instant he stood up to leave, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath: "A guy with incredibly good luck."

  What is an emperor? An existence that can determine life and death with one word, and determine honor and shame with one thought. If a person gets the attention of the emperor, then as long as this person grasps the opportunity well, it's possible to rise to great wealth and glory through this chance.

  At this moment, Jiang Xia had just returned to the house and walked in. As soon as he saw Cui Nianslave, Jiang Xia smiled and said: "He's gone, that young master Wang has left, you don't have to be afraid anymore."

  Chui Nian Nu held a cup of hot tea in her hand, and after half a day, the fear in her heart had finally subsided. She looked up at Jiang Xia, and a pair of beautiful eyes slowly welled up with tears.

  Then Cui Nianshu's eyes blinked, and tears flowed out of her eyes.

  Jiang Xia couldn't bear to see women cry, especially beautiful women crying, he couldn't stand it even more.

  Seeing Cui Nianshuai in tears, Jiang Xia hastily consoled her: "Hey, why are you crying? Isn't everything okay now?"

  "Bang!" Just as Jiang Xia's words fell, the door was pushed open and Kang Qingyan walked in. Kang Qingyan looked at Cui Nian Nu coldly and said: "You can't hide from the first day of the month to the fifteenth, today you two are lucky to get away with it. Tomorrow I'll see what you do, or... are you really planning to burn down my Fang Ge?"

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