Now I really have to marry the princess.

Upon leaving the palace, Li Hui was startled.

Looking towards Yang Zhengdao's guards, besides Tan Feng, whom he knew well, there was also Aba, who was as big as a mountain, Shi Tu, who was burly, Gao Kan, who was slender, and Nazha, a stunning female guard with amber eyes.

In contrast, he only brought two attendants and guards.

"Ado, what happened to you?!"

"Oh..." Yang Zhengdao didn't know how to explain to Li Hui, so he could only make excuses, "My right eyelid kept twitching yesterday, and I was uneasy, so I brought more guards today."

He then realized that the place he was going to seemed unsuitable to take Aba and Naza with him.

He then instructed Nazha, "Wait a moment, you and Aba go back first, I'll go and talk to Li Erlang about some things."

Naza pouted and nodded.

So the group arrived at Pingkang Ward. Naza and Aba went straight back to Xingdao Ward, while the rest of them went directly into the ward gate and headed east back to Sanqu.

Taking the opportunity, Tan Feng winked at Shi Tu and Gao Kan, and the two instantly understood.

Shi Tu chuckled heartily, while Gao Kan blushed and looked embarrassed.

At this moment, the Donghui Sanqu is at its most lively.

Wine flags fluttered, soft words drifted, and lanterns lit up one by one.

The group turned towards Nanqu, and the noise gradually faded behind them.

Each of these refined residences and courtyards seems to belong to a different world from the Central and Northern styles of opera.

Upon entering the separate residence where Ru Meng and Ying Luo were, the fake mother immediately greeted them with a beaming smile.

Yang Langjun and Li Langjun were, respectively, the dashing and talented scholar of her secluded residence and the wealthy and powerful patron of her secluded residence.

She naturally had to respect, fawn over, and worship him.

Especially Yang Langjun, whose song "Song of Everlasting Regret" made her famous in the Southern Opera world.

The banquets in the villas and the gifts given to the women also increased accordingly.

Without waiting for instructions, the stepmother led Yang Zhengdao and Li Hui toward Rumeng's boudoir.

At the same time, a maid went to call Lady Cherry Blossom.

As we passed through the front yard, we heard a series of murmurs coming from the main hall.

"Serving the emperor keeps me constantly busy; spring outings and nights of exclusive indulgence. Three thousand beauties grace the harem; every night in the Pepper Chamber is filled with spring's passion. Cui Jiulang, what do you think of this line?"

"Very different! I think that the Hermit of the Three Realms was good at using contrast, like the line 'A single glance back and a hundred charms bloom, the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison.'"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Let us wait for the evening drum to sound, and let Lady Cherry Blossom reveal the answer."

What the hell?! Mikami Koji?!

Before Yang Zhengdao could ask Li Hui, he heard words coming from inside the hall.

"I heard that Fang Erlang stays at home, only sending his servant to deliver one string of cash a day. He is indeed an upright man who accepts his losses."

"Ha! It's Du Erlang who's still searching for help, but no one seems willing to agree."

"That's for sure. Even if one were lucky enough to write a line that rivals Yang Youya's, who knows how long Yang Youya's poem actually is?"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! I wonder how many more strings of cash Fang and Du will have to lose!"

Yang Youya? What is this thing?!

Seeing the confusion on Yang Zhengdao's face, Li Hui took the initiative to explain.

"Ah Dao, you should thank His Highness the Prince of Yue for this. Ever since he returned to Chang'an, he has been spreading the word about your three visits to Youya, making you famous!"

I am grateful! I am grateful to his whole family!

Seeing the envy in Li Hui's eyes as he spoke of this, Yang Zhengdao raised his hand and slapped his forehead.

"Hurry! Hurry!" he urged his stepmother hastily. If anyone saw him and called him Yang Youya, the Hermit of the Three Realms, he would probably dig a Qujiang Pool out of the ground with his toes.

Pass through the middle courtyard, go around the attic, and enter the backyard.

Since Ru Meng was being cared for by the generous Li Huiyang, she naturally stayed in the most luxurious courtyard in the villa.

The courtyard gate was half-open, and a faint, sweet fragrance wafted out.

The stepmother quietly left, and the two of them pushed open the door and entered.

Through the gauze curtain, one could see a woman leaning against a brocade couch, her dark hair styled in a side bun, revealing a section of her fair neck.

This was the first time Yang Zhengdao had seen Rumeng since he traveled through time.

Perhaps because she had already received rain and dew, her temperament had a different charm compared to the dreamlike figure in the original owner's memories.

Of course, this is purely for appreciation.

Ru Meng's hair had been changed to a high bun, adorned with a jade hairpin, making her eyebrows even more beautiful and her lips more lustrous, her eyes filled with three parts languor and seven parts spring.

Apricot-red short-sleeved top loosely covered her chest, and a thin ribbon could not contain the rise and fall of her breasts. A section of smooth ankle was exposed under the skirt, with delicate ankle bones and adorned with fine silver bells.

That posture, that expression.

He's definitely a professional player.

Seeing the two lift the curtain and enter, Yunmeng quickly got up, and the bell rang.

"Li Lang..."

That sweet, drawn-out voice gave Yang Zhengdao goosebumps.

The soft, sweet taste of cherry blossoms is still more comforting.

But Li Hui couldn't resist his affection. He stepped forward and put his arm around Ru Meng's waist, then casually patted her plump buttocks, completely disregarding the fact that Yang Zhengdao was right next to him.

Ru Meng blushed and scolded him playfully, then twirled in Li Hui's arms, her eyes drifting towards Yang Zhengdao's face.

She smiled faintly, "Young Master Yang is truly heartless; he has no idea how lonely and miserable Sister Yingluo is."

Yang Zhengdao, naturally, wouldn't let this vixen gain the upper hand. He retorted sarcastically, "Lady Rumeng's skills are truly remarkable. Ah Hui has lost quite a bit of weight lately!"

Ru Meng scolded again, playfully punching Li Hui's chest with her small fist.

At this moment, two maids came in with their heads down to serve tea. One held a copper basin to help Li Hui and Yang Zhengdao wash their hands, while the other squatted down to help them take off their boots and put on soft shoes.

Then footsteps sounded outside, and the curtain was lifted, revealing Yingluo slowly entering, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Tonight she wore a pale yellow outer garment and a pomegranate red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), embroidered with sprigs of flowers. As she walked, the hem of the skirt swayed gently, as if a subtle fragrance wafted through the air.

Presumably unaware of Yang Zhengdao's sudden visit, she simply styled her hair in two buns, or perhaps she was in such a hurry that her face still had a slight blush.

The moment she saw Yang Zhengdao, he was all she could see.

Her fox-like eyes, brimming with allure, stared intently at Yang Zhengdao, as if the two of them were the only ones in the room.

Finally, as she looked at it, her eyes, which had been filled with joy, suddenly reddened.

She gave a graceful bow, her voice filled with grievance: "Young Master Yang, it's enough that you came to see me."

That's not actually the case.

This is another drama queen.

But this posture and expression made it impossible for Yang Zhengdao to say that he had come to see the prostitute Zhezhi.

Yang Zhengdao cleared his throat: "Alright, I'm here now!"

He beckoned, and Yingluo obediently followed him.

Yang Zhengdao was about to hint at Li Huizhi's affair with the prostitutes.

Of course, it was just pure curiosity.

It seemed as if Yingluo, who didn't want to lean against his arms, could hear his thoughts.

She tilted her head back, and her fox-like eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, curved into crescent moons.

"Young Master Yang, are there any courtesans from the Western Regions at the other residence today? Would you like to invite them to sing and dance to entertain us?"

How could I possibly refuse such a request?

Yang Zhengdao looked up and saw that Li Hui was also looking over. The two men locked eyes and exchanged knowing smiles.