In the spring of the sixteenth year of the Daye Dynasty, Dengzhou Shaocheng, known as paradise, was bustling with activity. Among all the bustling areas, Linglong Street, with its rows of red lanterns hanging high, was the most vibrant.

In the Wan Hong Lou of Ling Long Street, Ye Can leaned back with his legs crossed high, his head resting on one girl's lap while he gripped another's slender wrist. He murmured sleepily: "Miss Lan, if you lose today, you will spend the night in this Wan Hua Lou with me, and tomorrow you will present your Lan Xin Fang to my Ye family!"

Lan Xinfang is the embroidery workshop of Lan Mansion. Though not large in scale, it houses the best embroiderers and most skilled painters in Shaocheng. It's the core pillar of Lan Mansion, a truly gold-yielding place.

Lan Qingqing sat opposite him, wearing a light blue Confucian robe today. Her hair was tied up high, and even in men's clothing, her outstanding figure was hard to conceal.

His eyes were cold. The Lan family and the Ye family were rivals, having clashed numerous times in the past, leaving a deep-seated grudge.

"I'd win, wouldn't I?" she said with a faint smile.

“If you win, I’ll spend the night with you here at Wanhu Tower!” Ye Chan said sleepily.

The onlookers burst into laughter at the words. Someone said, "What's the point of keeping him company? We might as well just sleep together!"

"Miss Lan, just agree to Young Master Ye!"

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"Then, Miss Lan, what do you want from me?" Ye Chan said with a smile.

Lan Qingqing's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as she said, "Of course, I also want your family to perish."

"Want me as your end?" Ye Chan laughed. "I haven't married yet, you wouldn't want to be my wife? Honestly, with your current appearance, I can't really see it. But since you brought it up, I'll mention it to my mother later."

Laughter echoed once more around them. Someone said, “Perhaps Miss Lan wants Mr. Ye to be her husband by marrying into the family!”

"That's right, the Lan family is in mourning. They have seven daughters but no sons. I heard recently that Mrs. Lan is finding a husband for Miss Lan."

"Young Master Ye, Miss Lan is quite good. Although she's a bit fierce, she's both beautiful and able to make money. Just marry her!"

"Marry, marry!"

The crowd began to cheer.

Ye Chan lightly spat and said, "Marry what marry, this old man is a man, how could he possibly marry someone!"

Lan Qingqing said disdainfully, “I already said before, I don't like a harem, so there’s absolutely no chance I will marry Ye Gongzi.”

"Tsk!" Ye Can scoffed. "Lan Qingqing, you're just a nobody, and you dare to say the word 'marry'?"

Lan Qingqing said slowly, “In front of a true man, I naturally wouldn’t say the word marry. But Young Master Ye looks so delicate with his fine eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth; this appearance is even more refined than that of a human being, it truly doesn't count as a man.”

Ye Chan's face changed instantly upon hearing this. As a man, he hated being compared to women. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted at Lan Qingqing, "What are you talking about!"

Lan Qingqing raised her eyes slightly, glancing at him with a faint smile. "I'm just telling Young Master Ye that I have no interest in you!"

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