Muffled thuds and suppressed cries of pain continuously echoed in the room, while the servants outside kept their eyes on their noses and noses on their hearts, either studying whether table corners were clean enough or whether the accounting abacus had the right numbers. In short, like the deaf and mute, they saw nothing and heard nothing – all was peaceful.

“Prince… please… listen to me…” Fan Yilin was pressed to the ground by Chang Yuncheng’s arm, limp as noodles. It was remarkable that with his face scraping the floor, he could still squeeze out a complete sentence. “Misunderstanding… misunderstanding…”

The young servants in the room had rolled into the corners. Forget about going out to call for help – they couldn’t even get up.

His nephews had said that this Prince of Marquis Dingxi never fought in groups. Fan Yilin had thought this man was bad at fighting. Turns out it wasn’t that he didn’t fight groups – he didn’t need to fight groups. One person was enough.

“Misunderstanding?” Chang Yuncheng applied pressure with his hand, listening to bones gradually starting to crack. “You little bastard, do you think I’m blind or stupid? You think I don’t know your rotten thoughts?”

Fan Yilin cried out in pain repeatedly.

“I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Prince, I just like looking at beauties. I didn’t have any other thoughts!” he shouted. “If you don’t believe me, ask my father-in-law – he knows too… I just like to look, like looking at flowers and beautiful scenery. I wouldn’t dare have other thoughts… If I dared, would it be your turn? I’d have been beaten to death long ago…”

“Look? You dare look at my woman!” Chang Yuncheng said in a low growl. “If you dare appear before me again, I don’t care if you’re the Wang family’s son-in-law or a minister’s son – I’ll blind your dog eyes!”

“Prince, I’m doing this for your own good!” Fan Yilin shouted.

This brat was still being stubborn.

“Prince, don’t I know what consequences saying such words would bring? But for you, for the life-saving grace you showed me, even if it offends you and angers you, I must speak,” Fan Yilin continued shouting. It was remarkable that with his face against the ground, he could still speak so coherently and smoothly.

Chang Yuncheng hit his head once and released his grip. After that round of punching and kicking, the depression in his heart had dissipated. Having warned this little bastard, he was too lazy to say more and stood up to leave.

Fan Yilin fearlessly grabbed him again.

“Prince,” he looked at Chang Yuncheng with complete sincerity. “Think about it – would I say such words without knowing the consequences? But I still had to say it. Honest advice sounds harsh!”

This was the first time Chang Yuncheng had encountered someone so thick-skinned. He was somewhat between laughter and tears.

“What exactly do you want to say?” he asked with a frown.

Fan Yilin couldn’t be bothered to straighten his clothes and waved his hand.

The young servants in the room struggled to get up, supporting each other as they limped out.

“Prince, I know this is an unspeakable matter, but it must be spoken, because I happen to have an ancestral remedy, which is why I couldn’t help asking urgently…” Fan Yilin pulled at Chang Yuncheng, not caring at all that this man had just beaten him up. For him, suffering for a beauty was sweeter than honey.

“What unspeakable matter do I have?” Chang Yuncheng shook off Fan Yilin and asked with a sneer.

Fan Yilin had an expression of ‘see, this is the unspeakable part, I understand.’

He reached out again to put his hand on Chang Yuncheng’s shoulder.

“Prince, we’re all men. Though this matter is embarrassing to speak of, it must still be said,” he said earnestly. “You – when did you become unable? Was it from the beginning or later?”

Chang Yuncheng took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to punch this bastard to death.

“Why do you think I’m unable?” he turned to look at the man close at hand. Though he had shown mercy and restraint, he had inevitably left some marks on this man’s face – his mouth was slightly swollen, one eye larger than the other, looking quite comical.

“This, this… I could naturally tell at a glance…” Fan Yilin said with a smile.

“Are you planning to have me try it out for you to see?” Chang Yuncheng said with a frown. “Then you’ll stop talking nonsense?”

Try it out for you to see…

This phrase was very familiar to Fan Yilin. It was usually used when flirting with wives and concubines.

Little beauty, are you looking down on this young master? Let this young master try it out for you to see…

Oh no, young master, don’t…

Such dialogue was very stimulating. Fan Yilin got excited just thinking about it, but looking up to see a man’s face before him, it was like cold water being poured over him.

He jumped back abruptly.

“You, you, you’re not one of those cut-sleeve types, are you?” he asked somewhat fearfully. As soon as the words ‘cut-sleeve’ came out, this whole chain of events had an explanation. His heart felt sorrow for the beauty while also feeling fearful, hastily waving his hands. “You, you don’t need to try it out for me to see. I won’t look. Don’t misunderstand – though you’re quite good-looking too, I only like women…”

Chang Yuncheng no longer had any expression that could convey his feelings.

How could the shrewd Wang Tongye choose such a fool as a son-in-law? How could the crafty minister’s family produce such a stupid son?

“You are the cut-sleeve!” Chang Yuncheng said to Fan Yilin word by word. “So you think everyone else is cut-sleeve too?”

“I’m not cut-sleeve!” Fan Yilin said, still defensive. “If you’re not cut-sleeve, why is your wife still a virgin?”

Chang Yuncheng froze.

This freezing, in Fan Yilin’s eyes, further confirmed his judgment.

“…Guarding such a beauty, and she’s your wife too. If you’re not cut-sleeve, how could you…” he said.

Before he could finish, Chang Yuncheng stepped forward and grabbed his throat.

Fan Yilin cried out in terror.

“Prince, don’t, don’t get angry. This, this isn’t anything… anything shameful… In the capital… there are many such people… My, my cousin is one too… I didn’t… didn’t mean to look down on you…” he said coughing.

It was all because he was too clever that he brought such trouble upon himself!

“How do you know she… she’s still…” Chang Yuncheng growled in a low voice, ultimately unable to say that word. “Did she tell you?”

Saying this made his blood surge even more.

She actually dared to tell outsiders such things!

“Are you crazy!” Fan Yilin finally realized why this man had suddenly become furious and glared as he shouted. “How could Young Madam tell others such things? Besides, I’d love for her to talk to me, but I’ve only seen her twice, both in public settings with many people! Finally getting a chance to have a meal together by fate, and you, you petty man, drove her away…”

After shouting that sentence, Chang Yuncheng also came to his senses. He naturally knew that woman wouldn’t – it was precisely because of that woman’s nature that she wouldn’t spread such things around.

He had been completely infuriated by this bastard man’s undisguised leering.

Just thinking of this man’s gaze when looking at his woman made his anger flare!

“Who told you?” He controlled his fury but the coldness remained, continuing to ask.

“Big brother, no one told me. I have eyes of my own! A woman and a maiden – they’re different!” Fan Yilin said with a mixture of tears and laughter.

For someone like him whose life’s pleasure was appreciating beauty, such skills were essential!

Could it be seen?

This was something Chang Yuncheng didn’t know.

“Of course it can be seen,” Fan Yilin said with a sigh. “A married woman’s body is completely different from a maiden’s. Who couldn’t tell?”

Who couldn’t tell? That meant everyone could tell? Except himself…

Chang Yuncheng was suddenly stunned.

That is to say, everyone knew…

That is to say, everyone would think he…

Fan Yilin was about to say more when Chang Yuncheng suddenly pushed him away and left.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor.

“Did I say something wrong?” Fan Yilin said, touching his throat and coughing, then realizing his whole body ached and immediately began wailing.

“Of course you said something wrong!”

Back home lying in bed enjoying his young wife’s care, Fan Yilin was heavily poked in the forehead.

Right on his wound – Fan Yilin let out a wail.

“How could you say such things about people!” his young wife said angrily.

Outside the room, Wang Tongye, having heard the whole story, angrily stood up.

“Serves you right! The beating was too light!” He threw down this sentence and left.

Those relatives who had originally wanted to seek justice for Fan Yilin also lost all righteous indignation and instead giggled as they dispersed.

“This is embarrassing beyond measure,” his young wife said shamefully, reaching out to poke Fan Yilin’s head again.

Fan Yilin held his head and dodged.

“Madam, I was doing it for the Prince’s good,” he said aggrievedly.

His young wife spat.

“You were doing it for the beautiful Young Madam’s good, weren’t you?” she snorted.

Such a beauty not receiving proper attention – that would truly be a human tragedy…

“I really was doing it for their marital good. Our family has this excellent medicine – wasn’t I being kind-hearted…” Fan Yilin said, still aggrieved.

“You’ve always prided yourself on being clever, but this time you were completely wrong,” his young wife said, leaning against the bed. “That married couple – it’s not because he’s unable, but because they don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to?” Fan Yilin sat up holding his head, looking shocked. “Who doesn’t want to?”

When Chang Yuncheng entered the room with a dark expression, Qi Yue had already eaten lunch and was sitting on the bed reviewing her prepared surgical procedures.

“You’re back! How was the meal?” she happily greeted Chang Yuncheng.

Chang Yuncheng took off his heavy cloak and threw it aside.

“Everyone out,” he commanded.

The maids who had followed him in and those originally serving in the room were all startled. Seeing Chang Yuncheng’s terrible expression, those who had followed him quickly retreated.

Qi Yue was also startled and waved to A’Ru and the others, who then led the others out.

“What’s wrong with you now?” she asked, approaching.

Chang Yuncheng looked at her with a dark expression.

“Speak properly if you have something to say. Don’t go looking for trouble. No matter how big the problem, once it’s discussed openly, it’s not a problem,” Qi Yue said hastily. “Don’t act rashly again…”

Before she could finish, Chang Yuncheng interrupted.

“Sleep,” he said.

Qi Yue was stunned and didn’t hear clearly.

“What?” she asked. Before her words ended, her voice suddenly rose sharply with an “ah” – “What are you doing?”

Chang Yuncheng swept this woman into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.