Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

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Inside Gaoyang Tower, the melodious sounds of stringed instruments filled the air, and the aroma of wine and cosmetics filled the air. Fang Yue descended the spiral staircase from the top floor and, without stopping in the lobby below, headed straight for Liang Dahai's private room. Pushing open the door, an even richer, warm, fragrant aroma of alcohol greeted him. Liang Dahai was embracing a dancer, wine glass in hand, his face flushed as he shouted, "Drink! Another drink!" He insisted on dragging her into a drinking match, looking like a true street drunk, a stark contrast to the "dumb servant" he had just appeared to Zhang Jingwei. Several girls accompanying him with drinks giggled, and the room was filled with a clamor.

Seeing this, Fang Yue showed a helpless and amused expression on his face. He walked over and patted Liang Dahai's shoulder gently, and reminded him gently: "Brother Liang, take it easy. The silks and satins on the girls are not cheap. If you pull them like this, you might break the silk threads. When Manager Shen asks about it later, we won't be able to afford the compensation." His tone was relaxed and a little teasing, but his eyes quickly met Liang Dahai's.

Liang Dahai, under the influence of alcohol, swung his arm and muttered, "I can afford to pay...pay! Master...Master is happy!" During this seemingly unintentional "pull", Fang Yue's arm holding the rosewood tea box suddenly slipped!

"Ouch!" Fang Yue let out a low cry in cooperation.

With a crisp clang, the exquisite rosewood tea box flew out of his hand, clattering heavily onto the carpet! The lid flew open, and the tea canister inside tumbled out. However, beneath the canister, the wooden base of the tea box was revealed—and in the center of that base, a clear perspective diagram of the entire Gaoyang Building's architectural structure was clearly outlined with extremely fine lines! Key beams and columns, possible mezzanine locations, and even the load-bearing structure of the spiral staircase were all faintly visible! This was exactly what Fang Yue had drawn!

"Oh! My young master's tea!" Liang Dahai seemed to sober up a bit, yelling in frustration. He frantically rushed over to pick up the tea box, his portly frame clumsily blocking everyone's view. He quickly flipped the bottom back down, picked up the tea canister and shoved it in there, clutching it tightly in his arms, as if afraid of breaking it again. He slapped his head and shook it. "Oh, my alcohol tolerance... is really fucking terrible! After just a few drinks... I'm already a little drunk, feeling dizzy..."

Seeing this, a clever maid nearby hurried forward and advised with a sweet professional smile, "Young Master Liang, you must be really drunk. Don't worry, there are excellent dormitories in the building. Manager Shen has already instructed us to arrange them for you. I will help you there to rest, okay?"

"Okay... okay... take a rest..." Liang Dahai held the tea box, his steps unsteady, and he leaned half of his body on the maid, mumbling, "Thank you... sister for leading the way..." He deliberately held the tea box tightly with his armpits, looking both embarrassed and funny.

A maid helped the "drunk" Liang Dahai through the bustling corridor to an elegantly furnished guest room. Calming incense burned, and the bed was neatly made. The maid helped him sit down on the bedside. "Young Master Liang, please rest. If you need anything, just call me."

"Okay... okay... please do as you please, sister..." Liang Dahai waved his hands, his eyelids drooping.

The maid closed the door and left.

The moment the door closed, all the drunkenness in Liang Dahai's eyes faded like the tide, and his gaze instantly became as sharp as an eagle's! He quickly stood up, his movements light and silent, no trace of drunkenness left. He first placed the tea box on the table, carefully opened the secret compartment, and took out two objects: a deflated leather bag made of special leather, and a bowl-shaped object wrapped in oil paper, solidified into a translucent jelly. It was his secret corn jelly (made by simmering corn porridge and pigskin gelatin for a long time, then condensing it. It has a tough and chewy texture and forms a jelly shape when cooled).

He first picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and poured a bowl of boiling hot tea into it. Then, he carefully dipped the entire bowl of corn jelly into the hot tea. The boiling hot tea quickly softened the surface of the corn jelly.

At the same time, he picked up the leather bag, took a deep breath, and blew hard into the bag's mouth! The leather bag expanded rapidly as if it were alive. After being inflated, the tough leather showed the clear outlines of the facial features - a flat nose, thick lips, and even a few painted stubbles! After blowing it up, it turned out to be a lifelike, sallow-skinned "human head"! Liang Dahai skillfully stuffed the "human head" into the quilt, adjusting the position so that it just exposed a small part of the side face and hair from the edge of the pillow. From a distance, it looked like a person sleeping on his side with his head covered.

After doing all this, he immediately put on a drunken, bleary-eyed, stumbling appearance. He walked to the door, took a big mouthful of warm, soft corn jelly (simulating vomit) that had been soaked until it was soft and had a strange, sour smell, and suddenly opened the door!

"Wow!" A large pool of yellow and white, sticky and slippery "vomit" with a strong sour smell and the odor of fermented food was precisely sprayed onto the carpet outside the door! The sight and smell were enough to make anyone who saw or smelled it instantly nauseous!

"Oh my!!!" Sure enough, the maid who was waiting not far from the door was frightened by the sudden "attack" and the stench. She screamed and jumped away, quickly covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, frowning, her voice filled with tears and strong disgust: "Liang... Master Liang! What... what are you doing?! There is a gold-painted toilet in the room... Why did you... why did you have to come out and vomit on the floor?! It's really... really..." She looked at the mess on the carpet, stomped her feet in anger, and dared not get close.

Liang Dahai held onto the door frame, his body swaying, his eyes blurred, and he muttered vaguely: "I'm... I'm sorry... Sister... I couldn't... I couldn't help it... Please... Please, sister... clean... clean it up..." After saying that, he cooperated by dry heaving twice.

The maid looked at his unconscious drunkard and the filth on the ground. She was so angry that her face turned pale, but she could do nothing. She had to pinch her nose, suppress her nausea and go find tools to clean it up.

Just as the maid turned to leave, Liang Dahai's eyes flashed! He quickly retreated back into the room, gently closing the door behind him without bolting it. He picked up the wooden board engraved with the structural diagram and rushed to the window! He pushed open the wooden window, and the cold night wind instantly poured in. He leaned down and looked down—below was the pitch-black street, so far away that it made him dizzy!

"Oh…oh my god!" Even Liang Dahai, a brave man, couldn't help but gasp and curse under his breath. "It's so high… Fang Yue didn't say it was this high when he drew it!" He swallowed, his heart racing. But with the mission at hand, there was no room for retreat. He took a deep breath, memorized the structural diagram Fang Yue had engraved on the bottom of the tea box, and confirmed the approximate location of the mezzanine entrance—behind a decorative bracket on the exterior wall, not far below and to the side of his room!

He gritted his teeth and carefully climbed out the window, his thin body pressed against the cold, slippery wall, the rough fir wood rubbing against his clothes. Like a gecko, he used his hands and feet, relying on his limited arm strength and his understanding of the building structure, slowly and extremely slowly inching towards his target. Every movement was accompanied by a rustling of falling gravel, and every glance down at the distant ground made him dizzy. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

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At the same time, in the corridor of the building.

Fang Yue calculated the time and, pretending to be strolling around, walked to Liang Dahai's guest room. She happened to see the maid covering her nose and cleaning the disgusting "vomit" on the carpet with a bucket and a rag, looking unhappy.

Fang Yue stopped, a look of just the right amount of concern on her face, and asked gently, "Miss, thank you for your hard work. My brother Liang, is he... okay? Isn't he making any more noise?"

The maid raised her head unhappily, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and complained: "Master Fang, your brother is fine! He was just drunk and suddenly opened the door and vomited all over the floor! It stinks! I guess he has finished vomiting and is now asleep in the room!" She pointed to the closed door.

Fang Yue nodded with a hint of apology on his face: "Oh, I'm sorry to trouble you, young lady. I'll go in and see him, so he doesn't vomit on his clothes." As he spoke, he gently pushed open the door, but not completely, leaving only a gap, and slipped in sideways.

The room was dimly lit, with only a faint glow coming in from the window. Fang Yue walked quickly to the bedside and saw that the quilt was raised, revealing a sallow face and disheveled hair by the pillow.

Fang Yue secretly admired Liang Dahai's exquisite craftsmanship. He reached out and tucked the corner of the quilt for the "sleeping" Liang Dahai, seemingly naturally. His movements were gentle, and he even imitated the tone of caring for a drunk, making a low and vague "hmm~hmm..." sound.

Then he comforted her, "Dahai, cover yourself with the quilt... Don't catch a cold... If you catch a cold, you will get even more drunk, and you will have a terrible headache tomorrow..." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the maid cleaning outside the door to hear vaguely.

After doing all this, Fang Yue quietly retreated and gently closed the door. He gave the maid who was still diligently wiping the carpet a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, young lady, he's sleeping soundly. Let's not disturb him anymore. Let him have a good sleep."

The maid finally finished cleaning up. She straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, but still looked disgusted. "Finally, it's clean... Master Fang, why don't we go back to the private room and have some drinks? The girls are waiting for you. Don't let Shopkeeper Shen down."

Fang Yue saw the lingering fear and subtle urging in the maid's eyes, and he understood. A gentle, calm smile returned to his face, and he nodded, "Hmm... all right. Good wine and beautiful women, such a generous offer is hard to refuse. Then, young lady, please lead the way, and we'll continue." He took one last glance at Liang Dahai's closed door and the boundless night outside the window, then turned and followed the maid, rejoining the music and dancing in Gaoyang Tower.

The game upstairs was going on, while in the shadows outside the building, Liang Dahai was dancing with death, approaching the secret mezzanine entrance step by step.