615 I Am Counting to Three (1/2)
”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…”