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In an elegant room on the third floor, Shopkeeper Ling personally poured the wine. The person occupying this room was none other than his master, Zhao Hongsheng.

Returning from the window to the table, Zhao Hongsheng picked up his wine cup and downed it in one gulp, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Xia Zheng did indeed bring that peasant girl to Capital city, huh? What, he wants a slice of his pie?

Wu Jiangtao also raised his cup and finished it in one go, smacking his lips twice, his laughter laced with malice, "This little girl is quite interesting, just a bit lacking in looks, plus her temper is too fiery. I wonder what she is like in bed."

At this, Zhao Hongsheng burst into laughter, although it did not reach his eyes.

Wu Zhengqing, however, looked disdainful, his slender fingers caressing the rim of his cup, the smile at his lips unhidden.

After Shopkeeper Ling topped off his wine, Zhao Hongsheng waved his hand, saying, "Since we’re old friends, how could we not catch up? Shopkeeper Ling, go and deliver a portion of Drunken Immortal Tower’s signature dish, the Drunken Shrimp, to them."

Shopkeeper Ling complied and left with the wine jug.

Wu Zhengqing’s caressing hand paused, and he looked up curiously, asking, "Old friends? Your Highness, do you know this woman?"

"Certainly, I do." Compared to the frivolous Wu Jiangtao, Zhao Hongsheng was more interested in Wu Zhengqing, the Second Son of the Wu Family, for all his polite manner and ever-present smile made him suspect this man was indeed the most formidable character in the Wu Family.

Gathering his thoughts, Zhao Hongsheng briefly recounted what happened in Yecheng, ending with a reflective, "This girl, indeed more interesting than she appears."

Hearing Zhao Hongsheng’s words, Wu Zhengqing’s eyes slightly glinted, his lips quirking up, "Indeed, interesting."

"Isn’t she interesting? So fiery. If pulled into bed, she definitely won’t be easy to satisfy, haha."

Wu Jiangtao downed another cup, his cheeks reddening, setting down the cup and licking his lips unsatisfied, complained, "Your Highness, next time let’s just go to the Brothels. Eating and drinking like this is simply joyless. It’d be far more comfortable with a little beauty in arms!"

Zhao Hongsheng curled his lip, "Young Master Wu is right, but if we were to go to the Brothels, Young Master Chen would not grace us with his presence."

Saying this, Zhao Hongsheng’s gaze turned towards Chen Ruochu, who had been sitting quietly the entire time. From the moment he entered, Chen Ruochu had been silently sitting, abstaining from both drink and food, as expressionless as a statue.

Upon mentioning Chen Ruochu, Wu Zhengqing’s interested gaze immediately shifted towards him. While the others might not have noticed, he had seen Chen Ruochu’s statue-like face twitch when they heard the commotion over the room snatching downstairs.

Could he know those people downstairs? Who could it be? The intriguing Lin Yuan? Or the versatile and opportunistic Cheng Yuexiu?

"Young Master Chen is still young, naturally reluctant to visit places like Brothels," Wu Zhengqing laughed harmlessly, seemingly considerate as he poured a cup of tea for Chen Ruochu, "Since Young Master Chen doesn’t drink alcohol, let’s have a cup of tea instead. With you not touching the food or cup, we almost thought this Drunken Immortal Tower doesn’t suit your taste! "

Chen Ruochu slightly lowered his eyes, glanced at the tea, and coldly spoke, "I am allergic to tea leaves."

At his words, Wu Jiangtao, who was holding his wine cup, slammed it down on the table with a thud, gruffly spoke, "Chen, don’t refuse the drink only to be forced to drink as a penalty!

Who are you scowling at with that sulky face?

Are you dissatisfied with the results of this Imperial Merchant competition?

Humph, your Chen family lost the title of Imperial Merchant because you were inferior, whom can you blame? "

After his rant, Wu Jiangtao proceeded to pour and drink for himself, acting as if the person who had just cursed wasn’t himself.

Zhao Hongsheng also slowly poured himself more wine, totally undisturbed by Wu Jiangtao’s rude tirade.

However, Wu Zhengqing frowned in displeasure but did not hassle Chen Ruochu like his older brother.

Instead, he scolded his elder sibling, "Big brother, you start talking nonsense when you’re drunk!

The host of this competition was His Highness the Second Prince.

His Highness conducted it fairly, and we are nothing but grateful; how could we harbor any dissatisfaction?

I believe, Young Master Chen surely feels the same. "

Chen Ruochu’s eyes slanted, catching Wu Zhengqing’s smiling gaze, and immediately felt repulsed on the inside. Wu Zhengqing’s name might suggest purity, but in character, he was even dirtier than his older brother.