A single piece of “Ambush from Ten Sides” was played with stirring passion.

Fang Ling set down the pipa and took her seat.

By now, Lord Pei had his arms around Fang Fei, Xie Zhifei had Mama Xia leaning against him, and Fang Ling could only nestle beside the “fake young master” Yan Sanhe.

These women had pillowed their vermillion arms for ten thousand men, but their clever eyes had also seen ten thousand more.

Though this fake young master acted like a man in every word and deed, the fragrance emanating from her body was distinctly feminine.

She was a young lady.

Little did Fang Ling know that this young lady was no ordinary person. The moment she entered this den of sensual pleasures and saw this setup, she had already formulated her plan.

“Third Master, Young Lord Pei, just drinking like this is too boring. How about we play a game to liven things up?”

Pei Xiao was so startled he nearly dropped his fan—how extraordinary! The spirit medium knew how to play games?

Xie Zhifei slowly crossed his arms and looked at her with doting indulgence. “What do you want to play? Just say it.”

Playing along was going a bit overboard.

And looking at me with such doting indulgence was also going a bit overboard.

Yan Sanhe picked up her tea cup and took a sip, concealing her complete discomfort.

“Buyan taught me a game called Truth or Dare.”

“Oh my, that sounds interesting just from the name.”

Xie Zhifei was happy to sing along with her, and after finishing, kicked Young Lord Pei’s foot beside him: Follow along.

Young Lord Pei quickly said, “Quick, quick, tell us about it.”

With the stage set, Yan Sanhe began: “The six of us will roll dice and compare sizes. The highest wins, the lowest loses. The loser must choose between truth or dare.”

As soon as she finished, even Mama Xia and the others became intrigued.

Fang Ling smiled seductively. “Then… what is truth, and what is dare?”

Yan Sanhe lifted Fang Ling’s chin, learning from Third Master’s example. “Ling’er, what’s the name of the man you like most?”

Fang Ling froze.

Yan Sanhe continued, “If you want to answer, you must tell the truth. If you don’t want to answer, you must accept a punishment.”

Fang Ling’s powdered face flushed red. “Young Master Yan, what kind of punishment?”

Yan Sanhe replied, “Simple—let Young Master Yan give you a kiss as punishment.”

Fang Ling lightly tapped her with a powder fist. “Oh my, Young Master Yan, you’re so naughty!”

Yan Sanhe had completely thrown caution to the wind. “Ling’er, have you heard the saying: ‘Men who aren’t bad don’t attract women’?”

Fang Ling pretended to be both shy and embarrassed, curling up in Yan Sanhe’s arms with soft whimpers.

Xie Zhifei kicked Pei Xiao’s foot again: Where did she learn all this?

Pei Mingting: From you!

Xie Zhifei: ???

Compared to Yan Sanhe’s “romantic libertine” act, what shocked Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao even more was the game itself.

If the dare cost was too high, they would definitely choose truth.

Truth could be used to extract information—they could subtly probe for things they wanted to know, depending on the skill of the questioning.

Pei Xiao kicked Xie Zhifei back: Bring out your gambling house master’s special skills.

Xie Zhifei: You don’t need to tell me that.

The six people rolled the dice.

**First Round:**

Young Lord Pei had good luck and rolled a six.

Third Master had bad luck and rolled a one.

Young Lord Pei wanted to vomit blood in frustration. He thought to himself, we know every mole on each other’s bodies—what need is there for you to ask me or me to ask you?

Ask him who he likes?

Only young ladies and young wives liked him.

Ask him who his first woman was?

He still pissed virgin urine.

Ask him who he’d kissed?

When they were young, the two brothers slept in the same bed—he’d kissed Young Lord Pei’s toes.

Yan Sanhe tapped the wine cup with chopsticks with a “ding” sound. “Young Lord Pei, what’s your question?”

Young Lord Pei racked his brain for a long time. “That… the most embarrassing thing you’ve done.”

That’s it?

That’s it?

That’s it?

Mama Xia and the other two had been craning their necks to watch the drama, but hearing this question, their necks immediately retracted three inches.

Another “ding,” and Yan Sanhe asked again, “What dare do you want Third Master to do?”

Young Lord Pei winked at Xie Zhifei: Brother, sorry about this, but if we’re not harsh, they won’t tell the truth one by one.

“Simple—kneel down and bark like a dog.”

At these words, Mama Xia and the other two stretched their necks out again, their six eyes lighting up with a swoosh.

Yan Sanhe tapped the wine cup: “Xie Zhifei, do you choose truth or dare?”

Xie Zhifei looked at Yan Sanhe silently for a moment. “I choose truth.”

Yan Sanhe: “Then, the most embarrassing thing you’ve done is…”

“When I was little, around four or five years old, I wet the bed after a nap. After wetting it, I pointed at a certain someone beside me and shouted that it wasn’t me, it was her.”

Xie Zhifei gave a self-mocking laugh. “Father came down and gave me a slap, telling me to look at my own crotch. When that certain someone saw me getting hit, oh how happy she was, even shouting at me to have some shame.”

Mama Xia and the others: “…” Heavens, the handsome and dashing Lord Xie wet the bed as a child?

Young Lord Pei: “…” Fifty and I had such an episode when we were young?

Yan Sanhe: “…” I won’t be able to look at you the same way in the future, Third Master!

Xie Zhifei watched the slight upturn of Yan Sanhe’s lips, his clear dark eyes unable to hide a trace of pain.

The true story wasn’t like this.

The one who really wet the bed was her, and it was during this Ghost Month. For some reason, she had been frightened and wet the bed for three consecutive days.

He had clapped and mocked her from the side, and Father came up and gave him a slap. This girl had been teary-eyed, but seeing him get hit, she suddenly laughed and even blew a snot bubble.

He felt so disgusted, thinking to himself how could this dignified Young Master Zheng be stuck with such a little ancestor? Could he trade her for someone else?

Everyone saw that Lord Xie’s expression seemed off and just assumed he was a bit embarrassed.

Mama Xia quickly laughed. “Come, come, let’s continue playing.”

Fang Ling: “Right, right, right, let’s keep playing!”

But Fang Fei chuckled a few times, bringing up exactly what shouldn’t be mentioned. “Does Lord Xie still wet the bed now?”

A trace of barely concealed coldness flickered in Xie Zhifei’s eyes. “This lord now only makes others wet the bed.”

Yan Sanhe froze: “…” What does that mean?

The others looked at Xie Zhifei: “…” Mm, with Third Master’s physique and looks, he certainly has that capability.

The second round began. Third Master, who had lost, rolled first.

The first time was to avoid raising your suspicions—Third Master let you win. But from now on, he wouldn’t be polite. Third Master tossed his hand and rolled a six.

Mama Xia was unlucky and rolled a one.

Third Master smiled somewhat wickedly. “Mama Xia, my father says there used to be a courtesan here called Shi Shui. Not only was she exceptional in poetry and literature, but she was also stunningly beautiful—a beauty among beauties. Were you jealous of her?”

Yan Sanhe’s eyes shot out a beam of light: Well asked—testing the waters first.

She tapped the wine cup. “Third Master, what dare do you want Mama Xia to do?”

Xie Zhifei pretended to think for a moment. “Simple—drink this entire pot of bamboo leaf green wine.”

Ruthless!

Bamboo leaf green had a strong aftertaste. A whole pot would definitely lead to drunkenness.

Yan Sanhe tapped the wine cup again: “Mama Xia, do you choose truth or dare?”

Mama Xia laughed coquettishly. “Young Master Yan, I choose truth.”

Yan Sanhe: “What is your answer?”

Mama Xia smiled flirtatiously and cast a seductive glance at Xie Zhifei, straightening her slender waist.

“Back then she was the top courtesan and I was second. In dancing and music, we were evenly matched. She only beat me in poetry and literature, just barely edging me out by a hair. Why would I be jealous of her? Besides, she wasn’t as beautiful as me.”

What was luck?

This was luck!

The three people’s eyes all lit up in unison.

Since this Mama Xia and Jing Chen competed for top courtesan the same year, there was more to come!