Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

The Shen family of Yun Kingdom is a century-old family, and by the time it reached Shen Qingcheng's generation, it had reached its zenith.

As the Minister of Rites of the Yun Kingdom, Shen Qingcheng was in charge of rites and sacrifices. He was respected by the royal family and nobles and admired by the officials. He was also known to the common people.

But what the people remembered most, besides his official title, was:

The Shen family had three sons, the third of whom was the most dissolute.

The first part refers to quantity, and the second part has a specific meaning.

Everyone knows that the third son of the Shen family does everything except his official duties. Not only officials, but also ordinary people in the capital know him by name.

As soon as you walk down the street, if you see someone waving a fan, dressed in luxury, and with unsteady steps, that must be Shen Wangchuan, the third son of the Shen family.

Minister Shen was blessed with good fortune; his two children grew up to achieve academic success, one in literature and the other in martial arts, complementing each other perfectly.

For some reason, the third brother was completely unyielding.

He complained that martial arts were too tiring; when asked to study literature, he said he wasn't suited for the scholarly path.

This left Minister Shen with a headache and a sense of helplessness.

Every day, if something interesting happens in the Shen family mansion, it will surely spread throughout the streets and alleys, becoming a spice in the lives of the people.

Of course, the most noteworthy thing about the third young master of the Shen family is not that he is a big playboy and dissolute young master, but another rare thing.

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That day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle and gentle.

Shen Wangchuan, along with his servant Shen Yun, secretly slipped out through the dog hole in the backyard of the Shen residence.

Because he was confined to his home for a month by his father after visiting a brothel last time, he hadn't been able to leave for more than half a month.

Since his father is so ruthless, he might as well liberate himself.

However, Shen Yun, who was beside him, was somewhat afraid:

"Young master, do you think the patriarch will be angry if we come out like this?"

“Ah Yun, that’s not right of you. Life is only a short ten years or so. If you don’t live it to the fullest and instead worry about this and that all day long, when will it ever end?”

"Besides, your young master isn't going to a brothel today. He's going to the largest elegant establishment in the entire capital—'Yi Qu Xiao Xiang'. Even if my father asks about it, I'll definitely be able to cover it up."

Really? Shen Yun was filled with doubt.

Every time their young master had a perfectly valid reason, the scene of him being beaten by the family head was truly spectacular.

Although Lord Shen is a civil official, it does not mean that he is not skilled in martial arts.

Just as Shen Yun was thinking this, he looked up and realized that his young master had already gone far away.

He didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly chased after them.

Along the way, Shen Wangchuan waved his fan, his posture incredibly dashing.

On a beautiful day with a lovely companion, playing music together, wouldn't that be wonderful?

He went to "Yiqu Xiaoxiang" today for two reasons:

Zhao Yu and his friends invited him to a get-together, since there weren't many playboys in the capital, and they needed to make the most of their connections.

He heard that a newcomer joined the "A Song of Xiaoxiang" today and there will be a performance. He had to go and see such a rare opportunity.

The two walked along the street for a while, and saw that the people around Shen Wangchuan all looked like they were used to it.

That纨绔 (playboy) from the Shen family went to a brothel again.

Before long, we arrived at our destination.

Shen Wangchuan closed his fan, a smile playing on his lips.

"We're here, let's go!"

Shen Yun followed behind him resignedly, hoping that the head of the family hadn't gone to check whether the young master had been put in solitary confinement today.

As soon as Shen Wangchuan entered, he received a warm welcome from the madam.

After all, who in the capital city who runs a brothel wouldn't know the third young master of the Shen family?

"Young Master Shen, your friends are already waiting in the second-floor private room number two. Please feel free to ask the servant if you need anything, and we will certainly meet your needs."

The madam was beaming with joy. Today, as long as it was just the third young master of the Shen family and a few others, the brothel wouldn't have to accept any other customers.

"Alright, I understand, Aunt Fang. You can go ahead and get busy. I'll let you know if anything comes up!"

"Alright, Young Master Shen, have a good time."

After saying that, the madam swayed her hips seductively and left.

Shen Wangchuan looked down at the first floor; there weren't many customers today. A few private rooms with the "Earth" designation were open, and the sound of piano music could be heard coming from inside.

He didn't linger, and led Shen Yun up to the second floor, where they successfully found room number two in the "Heavenly" section based on their memory.

Calling it a house is just a polite way of putting it.

It's just a few thin curtains drawn to add a sense of mystery.

However, different rooms usually have different tables and chairs depending on the guests' preferences.

Shen Wangchuan lifted the curtain, and everyone inside had arrived.

Zhao Jue sat in the middle, and the people around him were toasting him.

As a spoiled brat, Zhao Jue himself had no real ability, but he had a marquis father who only cared about his mother. Over the years, Zhao Jue became his only precious child.

Not only do they avoid inheritance disputes, but their entire family dotes on them, making it hard for them not to become spoiled brats!

Therefore, despite his young age, Zhao Jue was the most prominent among them.

Even Shen Wangchuan had to address him as "Young Marquis".

Seeing him come in, Zhao Jue was extremely happy. "Achuan is here. Sit next to me. I specially saved a seat for you."

"Thank you, Young Master Xie!"

As he spoke, Shen Wangchuan sat down.

With his arrival, the gathering was complete.

Zhao Jue stood up and cleared his throat:

"The reason I invited everyone here today is not for official business, but mainly to strengthen our relationships. Also, I heard that a newcomer will be performing at 'A Song of Xiaoxiang' today, so I naturally wanted to share the experience with everyone."

These words were met with thunderous applause.

"Young Marquis, you are wise! Let's drink until we're drunk tonight!"

As they spoke, everyone began to toast the young marquis, and Shen Wangchuan was no exception.

The atmosphere at the table was lively, with everyone chatting and laughing.

However, as a group of spoiled brats, that's about all they can talk about.

Zhao Jue leaned closer to Shen Wangchuan and said:

"Why is A-Chuan so late today? He doesn't look very happy."

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Shen Wangchuan resumed his usual way of interacting with Zhao Jue.

"Don't even mention it. I ran away from my cell for this banquet."

No wonder!

Seeing Shen Wangchuan's pained expression, Zhao Jue couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Since that's the case, then we can't let your efforts go to waste."

After Zhao Jue finished speaking, he clapped his hands.

Suddenly, a large group of beautiful women dressed in various styles walked out from behind the curtain, each carrying a musical instrument.

This must be referring to newcomers.

Shen Wangchuan hadn't expected Zhao Jue to be so generous, but he certainly got a good look at the spectacle.

As the music began, the group chatted and laughed even more freely, and the toasts and drinks never stopped.

Shen Wangchuan had a decent alcohol tolerance, but he became a little tipsy after being repeatedly forced to drink by everyone.

He told Zhao Jue he was going to the restroom, but actually he was just going out for some fresh air.

For some reason, after standing outside for a while, he still felt a little dizzy.

Forget it, I'd better go back.

He walked and walked until he came to a certain place.

It says "Top Grade" on it, that's right.

He simply overlooked the smaller character "壹" at the end.

He lifted the curtain, ready to sit back down, but found the atmosphere around him was a bit off.

It wasn't as lively as it had been before I left.

Looking up, I realized the number of people was wrong.

But at that moment, his mind had no time to think about all that, because a "beauty" had appeared in his line of sight.

Every aspect of the other person's appearance was exactly what she wanted: a high, straight nose, tightly pursed thin lips, and the hint of surprise that flashed in their eyes when they saw him.

He wanted to go over and offer a toast to get to know the other person, but he came out empty-handed. Seeing the wine glass on the table, Shen Wangchuan went over and picked it up.

He wasn't thinking clearly, and he spoke rather loudly:

"May I ask your name, beautiful lady? How old are you this year? Are you married?"

"If not, I, Shen, am willing to offer a large sum of money to marry her. Would you agree?"

Zhao Jue and the other young masters saw that he had gone to the wrong place, since Room 1 and Room 2 were separated by a distance.

I never expected Shen Wangchuan to do something like this.

After all, the other party had been drinking and spoke inappropriately, inevitably raising their voice, which they all heard.

I wonder which beauty Shen Wangchuan is referring to. There are only a few top courtesans at "Yi Qu Xiao Xiang," so it's easy to guess.

But when they turned their gaze to the "beauty," they all widened their eyes in surprise.

Good heavens, Shen Wangchuan, you're really courting death!

Your Excellency the Regent, you just decide to marry him like that?!