Cheng Decao’s face went paper-white, already fair, now as stark as lime wash, at the Crown Prince’s sharp words.

“Heh heh, Third Young Master, this is the Young Lord of the Cheng family. It’s understandable if Young Master Jun isn’t familiar with him.” Since Jun Moxie entered, Fang Bowen’s eyes hadn't left him for a second, observing every movement, every expression when he spoke, with meticulous scrutiny.

“Cheng Decao, is it?” Jun Moxie drawled, glancing at him sidelong. “From the Cheng family?”

Cheng Decao trembled, grinding his teeth, “Young Master Jun, I have long heard of the Jun family’s great prestige; your esteemed father’s renown is thunderous. Seeing you today, Young Master Jun truly has the bearing of a great man.” This statement by Cheng Decao was quite barbed; it clearly insinuated that Jun Moxie, having no father to guide him, possessed absolutely no upbringing or manners.

Everyone present gasped. This remark didn't just touch upon the Crown Prince’s sore spot, it deeply offended the entire Jun family. Sweat instantly beaded on the Second Prince’s brow. This Elder Cheng was clearly a troublemaking imp; one sentence had driven the entire Jun family into opposition. He prayed to every deity that Jun Moxie would remain merely a dandy and not grasp the underlying meaning!

Clearly, the heavens and the gods had ignored the Second Prince’s pleas!

How could the Great Killer Jun fail to understand? He snorted through his nose, “Ah, so you are the Cheng family’s Young Lord. My apologies, my apologies. I was truly discourteous just now. As this is our first meeting, allow me to offer my greetings first, hehe, a mere formality. Uh, how is Cheng De*** doing?” Jun Moxie heavily emphasized a certain syllable, dragging out the sound.

This was the epitome of pointing at a bald man while cursing a monk. This was nakedly akin to a shrew’s public cursing, yet disguised under the pretense of inquiring after someone’s maternal relative. How could a person be so shameless?!

Today, everyone truly witnessed the renowned style of the “Number One Dandy of Tianxiang.” What was famously described paled in comparison to meeting him; meeting him surpassed all renown. Truly exceptional!

Cheng Decao’s limbs instantly turned icy cold, his already pale face contorted into a dark, livid mask. Facing someone of Jun Moxie’s high aristocratic standing—a man whose own character leaned toward that of a low-life scoundrel—his inherent arrogance as a scion found no purchase. Moreover, while Cheng Decao’s lineage was significant, marking him as a regional power, ultimately, he was merely the young master of a Xuan Qi family in the martial world. Compared to the Jun family, a supreme noble house influential in both politics and the military, he was truly insignificant.

This was the fundamental reason why the Second Prince and his entourage had paid no heed to Elder Cheng’s boastful threats to annihilate the Jun family. A frog in a well only knows the circumference of its opening; how can it fathom the vastness of heaven and earth!

In other words, no matter how much of a dandy, how utterly worthless Jun Moxie appeared, a mere Cheng Decao, Elder Young Master, simply lacked the standing to confront Jun Moxie head-on. As for his earlier slip of the tongue insulting an ancestor, that was already deeply improper, potentially inviting the annihilation of his entire clan. However, this Elder Cheng had always been an arrogant sort, and the insult had slipped out in a moment of impulsiveness.

And now, Jun Moxie was returning the fire in a raw, undisguised manner! If Cheng Decao dared to curse back, everyone present could foresee the immediate arrival of the Jun family army to wipe out the Cheng clan.

Therefore, Jun Moxie could curse without restraint, but Cheng Decao absolutely could not!

Still, Elder Cheng wasn’t a complete fool. Even though he was subjected to Jun Moxie’s massive insult, he dared not retaliate directly now. Only his pale face flushed purple with anger, his entire body trembling.

The others watched coldly, harboring a measure of schadenfreude in their hearts: Who was this Jun Moxie? Even if he were the most dissolute and feckless person, he was still the sole heir of the third generation of the Jun family. How could a mere minor family like theirs afford to provoke him? He deliberately provoked Jun Moxie from the start, and now suffering this treatment, he was getting exactly what he deserved!

Just then, a waft of delicate fragrance filled the air, and a soft, melodious voice chuckled, “Greetings to our esteemed guests. Yue’er has specially brought the sisters to entertain you all.”

Immediately, five or six graceful young women drifted in, each captivatingly beautiful and seemingly timid; the sight caused the men in the room to feel a surge of animalistic desire.

With the entrance of these beauties, Jun Moxie’s arrogant demeanor vanished. His eyes fixed solely on the beauty who had spoken in the center, his gaze radiating a lustful intensity that even the most depraved lecher could not muster. His mouth hung wide open, a thin, clear thread of saliva dripping down, yet he remained oblivious.

The woman he was staring at was none other than Miss Yue’er.

At least half of the reason Jun Moxie had come to the Nishang Pavilion this time was for her. Otherwise, why agree only to the Second Prince’s banquet when the three princes had invited him? Now that she was standing before him, how could Jun Moxie let such an opportunity slip by?

Seeing his piggish display, everyone present felt utter contempt. What semblance of a noble heir’s demeanor was this? No matter how exceptional Yue’er might be, she was still a courtesan and could never truly enter society. Was this great Jun dandy about to manufacture yet another scandalous rumor that would sweep the world?

The Second Prince frowned deeply: His interest in Yue’er was no secret. However, Yue’er’s affections lay elsewhere, always keeping a calculated distance, sometimes welcoming, sometimes resisting, which only fueled the Second Prince’s desire. Given his status, a formal marriage was impossible, even taking her as a secondary concubine was out of the question, but in his heart, he had already claimed Yue’er as his forbidden treasure.

A transparent curtain of beads separated the room into two sections. Miss Yue’er smiled gently, stepped behind the curtain, and sat down gracefully. With a flick of her slender fingers, music like flowing water sounded, ethereal and clear, lending an unexpected touch of elegance to the vulgar feast.

Food and drink were quickly served. During this time, the Second Prince spoke to Jun Moxie about something, but the Crown Prince seemed to hear nothing, his eyes glued solely to Miss Yue’er playing the zither.

The Second Prince and the others grew profoundly bored.

Everyone knew Jun Moxie was a dandy, a complete profligate whose actions were bound to be absurd and unrestrained; this was expected and within reason. But no one had anticipated he would reach such an extreme degree of depravity!

As the Second Prince was evaluating the major families of the capital—noting how, though distinct, they had formed an unspoken, mutually supportive defensive circle—Jun Moxie loudly agreed with a drooling noise: “En, en, not bad, not bad.”

Just as the Second Prince thought Jun Moxie had finally accepted his logic and felt energized to continue, this gentleman followed up with the latter half of his sentence: “…Second Highness is absolutely right, Miss Yue’er’s backside is indeed quite round. It must feel wonderful, definitely bouncy. Damn, I really want to grab and knead it!”

The Second Prince was immediately choked speechless, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Following this, Fang Bowen, Liu Sibo, and the others took turns subtly pressing the point, striving to showcase the Second Prince’s powerful influence and his strong desire to enlist the Jun family. While the intent to recruit wasn't explicit, the underlying meaning was clear enough for even a pig to understand.

When they spoke of the Second Prince’s willingness to show deference and thirst for talent, Liu Sibo and Cheng Decao offered living examples, giving Jun Moxie the most vivid lesson imaginable—perhaps even textbooks couldn't surpass it!

The Great Young Master parried every move, absorbed every word. He listened attentively, participated actively, and discussed passionately with an appearance of intense seriousness. Eventually, he dominated the conversation, speaking volubly, but what he said was utter nonsense, leaving everyone speechless to the extreme.

When discussing political strategy, methods of governance, and how to bring welfare to the populace, the elder Fang Bowen let slip a phrase: “The strength of the nation and the people ultimately rely on financial strength.” Meaning, everything required a strong financial foundation. Everyone voiced their agreement, including the Second P...

But this single sentence prompted Jun Moxie to launch an absurd, soaring, and continuous tirade of fallacies, eventually rambling completely off-topic.

“Money! Money is a wonderful thing! Lord Fang spoke very, very well, haha! Speaking of gambling, wahaha! That time, Fatty Tang and I, fearing we would disturb the common folk, disguised ourselves and slipped cautiously into the Gold Shuttle Gambling House. The gambling that day was absolutely heart-stopping! My title, ‘God of Gamblers,’ was earned in that one battle! Since then, I’ve had no rivals. Truly lonely as snow! ‘It’s cold at the top’—that must be what it means! Being unrivaled truly is the loneliest state!”

Jun Moxie preened proudly, surveying the crowd. Getting worked up, he put down his chopsticks, stood up, placed one foot on his chair, and used both hands to gesture while speaking: “Over there, they have cockfighting, snake fighting, dog fighting, and chicken fighting—do you know? When they fight the roosters, tsk tsk, their feathers stand straight up...”

Jun Moxie spoke on and on, spittle flying. On this subject, he was a true expert! In his previous life’s memories, nothing else was particularly remarkable, but when it came to these dandy pursuits, he was absolutely proficient. Displaying his skills now, who could possibly contend!

Although Elder Cheng had a bit of the dandy’s spirit, this man was focused entirely on climbing the social ladder and had long tossed aside the ‘ways of the profligate.’ Even if he tried to emulate it, the level was too far removed from the Great Young Master’s class; no comparison was possible!

For a moment, everyone stared, mouths agape, watching the Great Young Master perform unrestrainedly, each feeling as if struck by lightning.

Everyone in their minds was thinking: You and Tang Yuan, disguising yourselves? Fatty Tang’s ‘ferocious’ physique—no matter how much he tried to hide it, people would recognize him with one glance. It would be a true challenge to find someone on the entire Profound Profound Continent with a larger stomach than his. If the two of you went, who would dare win your money? Of course, you’re the God of Gamblers... But wasn't what we were talking about just now something else? Where were we? Everyone felt dizzy. My god, he’s gone off-topic again!

The Second Prince regretted everything intensely. If he had known this would be the result, why bother expending so much effort? For such a cowardly fool—to have drawn so much of his attention—what was this?

And he gained absolutely nothing! Not even a single coherent word—that was the most frustrating part...

Only Fang Bowen narrowed his eyes, watching Jun Moxie thoughtfully. He had not missed a single word spoken by the young man, analyzing and comparing it against the topics everyone else had been interrupted from discussing. Just as he was pondering and increasingly convinced that Jun Moxie was utterly beyond saving, he suddenly noticed something—something quite interesting. This discovery made the old man’s body tremble involuntarily, his expression instantly turning grave, faintly showing a glimmer of unbelievable light.