Chapter 615: I Am Counting to Three
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Anywhere will be fine." Shangguan Lingxiu looked at Yun Yang who was leading the way with huge steps up front.
"No, we shall head to the Redolent Inn."
"Why?"
"I like the Redolent. They have the best rooms there."
Shangguan Lingxiu was speechless. 'Brother, can you stop acting like a popinjay in front of me?'
Redolent Inn – it was where business was at its busiest. People flooded the entire place; it was as busy as a bustling market inside while many more were queued up outside.
When the ushering employees saw the pair walking over gracefully from afar, their eyes shone. As they zeroed in on the duo, they cried out for luck instead. This was because the one in front was the Shangguan Family's lady, which was fine, but the one at the back… This was an unusual one.
It was Young Master Yun! King Xiaoyao's heir, Yun Yang!
There were few people who did not know of Young Master Yun's reputation and temper in Tiantang City. The head of Tiantang City's popinjays and the pinnacle of a glutton, an expert of cultivation and a tyrant. Which rich young master in the city had never been bullied or harassed by the Great Young Master Yun?
As workers at the Redolent Inn, there had been a few times when they saw Young Master Yun asking for protection fees from a few affluent young masters in the inn. All the young masters were pale, the color leeched from their faces, but no one dared to say no.
"I wonder if there's space at this time of the day." Shangguan Lingxiu was not someone who was used to harassing people using her power; looking at the crowded place, she remembered that they had not made an advanced booking.
"No big deal. Just watch me!" Yun Yang charged over before his words echoed in the air.
"I'd be humiliated if there isn't a room when we've come all the way here!"
The Redolent Inn was the most famous eatery in Tiantang City. It was popular for its bustling business that it was a norm for it to be full. A reservation would usually be needed to enjoy a feast here.
However, the concept of reservations did not exist with Yun Yang and Shangguan Lingxiu's identities; they could feast at any time they were here.
Reservation? How dare you speak of it!
Do you still want to do business?
Perhaps Shangguan Lingxiu would not react adversely, but Yun Yang was certain to level a slap at the perpetrator – a popinjay should behave like how a popinjay should behave!
'How dare you talk about reservations to me? Do you believe that I'll tear this place down?'
"Does this worn down place still have a reason to stand?" Yun Yang asked arrogantly.
"Of course there is when Young Master Yun wants to have a meal." A worker said with a squint while another one had sprinted off to inform their boss.
Not too long later, a plump, middle-aged man came out in a brisk jog, sweating profusely.
"Ah, it's Young Master Yun. Your arrival honors this small shop. Please, head in."
"Do you still have space?" asked Yun Yang.
"Yes, of course!"
"I need someplace quiet. No one can eavesdrop!"
"Of course, of course!"
"It has to be sufficiently spacious!"
"Please head upstairs, Young Master Yun. How about our second-best hall?" The boss wiped the sweat off his brow.
Yun Yang exploded in anger. "Are you looking down on me? Do you think I can't afford it? Why isn't it the best room on the top floor?"
"That…" The fat keeper looked troubled. "The third prince has reserved it…"
"Ask him to scram!"
Yun Yang's direct words allowed no room for negotiation.
"Uh… uh…" The keeper was sweating bullets. He was like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth but he did not know what to say.
'Oh my God, that's the third prince… You're telling me to ask him to scram?'
'Even if you dare say so, I don't!'
"The third prince is already here?" Yun Yang snorted, disgust brimming in his tone.
This Redolent Inn's fat keeper before him was a steward to the family of the fourth prince's uncle. It was said that he had left the family to toil on his own, but in reality, he was accumulating wealth for the fourth prince using this inn.
If it had not been the fourth prince backing him up, how could a person of the servant class become one of the few keepers of Tiantang City's famous restaurant?
It was with such an understanding that Yun Yang did not act courteously.
"His Highness isn't here yet, but there are already people from his residence. This lowly one is troubled…" The fat keeper looked distressed.
"Troubled my *ss! Get out of my way!"
Yun Yang pushed him aside and stepped into the inn with a wide stride.
Shangguan Lingxiu quickly pulled him back. "Young Brother Yun, it's the same wherever we eat. There is no need to cause unnecessary problems…"
"How can this be?" Yun Yang was stubbornly adamant. "We're giving this shop honor by our very presence. Other than the best rooftop room, no other room will reflect our status! How can our identities be taken so lightly?"
Shangguan Lingxiu wanted to say that the third prince's identity was not at all weaker than theirs, but her thoughts instinctively carried her to contemplate Yun Yang's status; be it the one out in the open, the one in cultivation or the one hidden – a mere third prince really could not compare to him. If Yun Yang were to give in, she might not be willing to. Of course, there were other reasons as well…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No matter how easygoing and imperturbable Shangguan Lingxiu was, the saying still holds true. A sliver of stray thoughts led her mind off track immediately. However, she recalled right away that no matter how grand Yun Yang's identity was, he was still an official; no matter how bad the third prince was, he was of royal blood.
It was just a fraction of mind work but Yun Yang had already entered the place. Footsteps could be heard; the youth had gone straight to the top floor. Shangguan Lingxiu frowned but did not say anything more, trailing behind him instead.
She began to ruminate then. No matter how playful and arrogant Yun Yang showed himself to be, it was not his true nature. His real identity was Supreme Cloud; how could the wisest Supreme of the Nine Supremes be doing something so preposterous? There must be an ulterior motive.
There was only one room on the top floor overlooking Tiantang City. The door was shut; vague chatter and laughter could be heard from inside.
Yun Yang walked over with large strides and kicked the door open without another word. In unison, the three people inside who were talking turned in shock upon hearing the bang.
Yun Yang, who was dressed in purple, entered the room without a care and said haughtily, "All of you, scram. I want to drink in this room today and I don't want to be disturbed."
A man clad in luxurious fabric grew furious at once; standing up promptly, he spat in anger, "Yun Yang, what do you mean? This room is being used by the third prince to receive an important guest. How dare you be so presumptuous!"
While the person speaking was wearing an angry look and spoke harshly, he had invoked the name of the third prince right away, revealing that he was only appearing to be tough, a barking dog that would not bite.
Yun Yang was not the least bit affected, replying coldly, "Since the third prince intends to receive guests here, ask him to talk to me personally! Who are you to talk to me? I'm counting to three right now. If all of you are still here, I'll toss you out one by one. Do you think that I won't do it?"
He lifted three fingers and began counting. "One!"
The middle-aged man was infuriated, almost spitting blood while his eyes threatened to spit fire.
Yun Yang curled his second finger and said with a soft smile, "Two!"
All three people gritted their teeth and huffed but still did not move.
Yun Yang's third finger unfolded slowly; his eyes were shooting cold beams as he opened his mouth to speak dispassionately.
"Alright, there's no need to count!"
"We'll leave!" The other person said at once, looking humiliated as he conceded defeat.