615 I Am Counting to Three (2/2)

”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.