frightfiction Chapter 125 Talking back to a prince, does he have a death wish?
Chapter 125 Talking back to a prince, does he have a death wish?
Yang Ling naturally had his own plan in mind; otherwise, he wouldn't have just been beaten up and left.
Upon hearing this, Changqing immediately nodded. He naturally understood Yang Ling's plan; otherwise, given his past temper, those sons of officials probably wouldn't have survived the previous encounter.
"Your Highness, you can rest assured to leave this matter to me."
Changqing was also very respectful at this moment. No matter what, the Ninth Prince in front of him could definitely be considered his great benefactor.
"Do you know where the sons of officials in the court usually go and fool around?"
Yang Ling then remembered the purpose of her trip and asked directly.
"Your Highness, most of the younger generation of officials gather at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion on East Street to drink and make merry. Not only that, they also bring a group of cronies to gambling dens..."
Changqing quickly relayed the news to Yang Ling, who frowned upon hearing it.
Drunken Immortal Pavilion? Gambling den?
Although he is a playboy, he doesn't have any vices! Besides, he is now the Ninth Prince. If he does something, it would be bad if someone with ulterior motives could seize on it.
"Is Your Highness asking this because you also want to find an excuse to take action against those people?"
Upon seeing this, Changqing quickly asked.
Yang Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then chuckled lightly: "As expected of the person I trust most, you are indeed clever. In that case, you are not afraid, are you?"
"Your Highness, what are you saying? Your Highness just stood up for me, from now on I belong to Your Highness!"
Upon hearing this, Changqing immediately cupped his hands in greeting.
Yang Ling was naturally pleased to hear this, and immediately patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, to Zuixianlou!"
Zuixianlou is a very famous place in the capital. It has all kinds of delicious food, and the prices are expensive. However, this does not stop it from becoming a money pit for many second-generation officials and rich young men.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was already full of guests, who gathered in small groups, talking about all sorts of interesting things happening in the capital. The most talked-about topic was the annual competition for the title of courtesan.
The competition to determine the most beautiful courtesan was the most exciting event in the entire capital, attracting countless spectators each time.
This time, due to some special reasons, the competition for the most beautiful courtesan will be held ahead of schedule, and many people are already eagerly anticipating it.
At this moment, a man and a woman were sitting in a private room on the second floor. The man was handsome and dressed in fine clothes. His eyes were bright and piercing as he stared at the people below, as if he was searching for something.
The woman he was holding was dressed in a red dress, with a charming face and snow-white skin. She was leaning against the man's chest, eating pastries on the table with her slender fingers. Her delicate lips were stained with pastry crumbs, making her look even more alluring.
"Young master, I've heard that the courtesan competition is full of beauties. Shall we really not go and take a look?"
As she spoke, she took another bite of pastry and brought it to her mouth, glancing at the man out of the corner of her eye.
The man's expression turned quite serious upon hearing her words.
"My beauty, if you'd like to see it, I can accompany you another day. How about this, let's have some tea and rest first, and then go over when the banquet starts."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the fragrant tea that had been prepared in advance and took a sip.
Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes gleamed with a strange light.
"Yes, young master, you really know how to take care of people. I love you to death."
After saying that, she took the initiative to kiss him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Seeing this, the man's lips curled into a smile, and he reached out to pat her head: "Silly girl."
As they were talking, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
The young man spoke indifferently, and the waiter outside pushed the door open, placed the tray he was carrying on the table, and then left.
Upon seeing this, the girl stood up and walked over, lifting the white cloth covering the tray to reveal its contents.
The thing on that plate wasn't some delicacy, but a cold, hard pistol.
The man's eyes lit up when he saw this; this was something he had always dreamed of, and he never expected that someone would actually bring it to him.
"Hahaha, what Ninth Brother has, I have too! Take this down with us and let our craftsmen study it carefully!"
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Yang Ling was completely unaware of all this and led Chang Qing to the restaurant.
At this moment, the prime minister's son was arrogant and domineering, and was whipping several servants in his hand.
The other wealthy young men in the restaurant also chimed in, since the lives of these people were of no consequence to them.
"Stop! How dare you do such a thing under the Emperor's nose! Do you not respect the Emperor at all?!"
Yang Ling's tone was extremely cold, and she stared blankly at the people in front of her.
Upon hearing these words, the prime minister's son frowned and looked at the newcomer.
Upon seeing Yang Ling's face clearly, he was taken aback, then sneered, "Who do we have here? It's His Highness the Ninth Prince. I wonder what brings His Highness here today?"
"What I, the prince, want to do is none of your business!"
As Yang Ling spoke, he went directly to the servant's side, pulled the boy away, and made him stop.
"you!"
The man's face turned ashen when he saw this, but there was nothing he could do, as he dared not offend Yang Ling now.
"Ninth Brother, how have you been?"
Just as the boy was about to lose his temper, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang out. Yang Ling turned around and saw a handsome man.
This person was none other than the Fourth Prince!
When Yang Ling saw him, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. The original owner's fourth brother was a shrewd person, and she never expected him to appear in this place.
"Fourth Brother, what are you doing here?"
Upon hearing Yang Ling's words, the Fourth Prince slowly walked down, looked Yang Ling up and down, and nodded with slight satisfaction.
"I have nothing to do today, so I'm leaning on the railing listening to music. I wonder if Ninth Brother would be interested in coming up with Fourth Brother to listen to it?"
He was about to pull Yang Ling up when he glanced at the person in front of him. At this moment, as the Vice Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, he naturally could not let this matter go unattended.
"We'll definitely listen, but we need to deal with this beast first!"
Yang Ling's gaze fell on the prime minister's son, and the young man's expression turned somewhat unpleasant upon hearing this.
Who are you calling an animal?
As he spoke, he prepared to attack the man again, but was stopped by the Fourth Prince.
"If Ninth Brother says you're a beast, then you are a beast. Don't you think you aren't?"
The fourth prince looked at the other person with a smile on his lips, and the other person snorted coldly upon seeing this.