Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 28 This temptation is too outrageous.

After crossing the Fengshui Bridge, Chang'an City came into view.

Yang Zhengdao spent more than a month traveling to fifteen counties surrounding Chang'an, his schedule was packed and he was constantly on the go.

When Yang Zhengdao left, he was somewhat bewildered, but when he returned, he had gained a lot of confidence.

They entered the city through the Golden Gate again, but they didn't know when they would be able to leave the city again.

Since Xingdaofang is right next to Zhuque Avenue, Yang Zhengdao took the lead in saying goodbye to everyone.

Just then, the curtain of the Wu family's carriage was suddenly lifted.

Ernan poked her little head out and asked, "Yang Zhengdao, will you write me poems again next time we meet?"

Yang Zhengdao smiled, wanting to pinch that little face. No matter what kind of empress or queen, they were all just as cute as children.

He nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

Ernan suddenly leaned halfway out of the car window: "Really? Then you'll only write poems for me from now on, and I'll marry you when I grow up..."

Ernan couldn't continue speaking. Her mouth was covered by the woman in the car, and then she was pulled into the car by the woman.

Wu Shihuo then rode over, smiling apologetically, "Young friend Yang, my daughter was unruly; please forgive her!"

Yang Zhengdao smiled wryly and waved his hand, naturally not caring about a child's joke.

But what he didn't expect was that Ernan's words would later pose him with a huge problem.

When Yang Zhengdao returned to his residence in Xingdaofang, he found that a strange woman opened the door.

She was tall and slender, dressed in a red outfit that clearly showed off her breasts, with a black belt cinching her waist and outlining her sleek curves.

Her eyebrows and eyes were like ice, her nose was straight and upturned, and her fair skin set off the cold beauty of her red lips.

The woman stepped forward and bowed, her voice seemingly devoid of any emotion: "This servant, Su Hongyi, greets Elder Brother."

Yang Zhengdao was taken aback, just then he heard Jiang Cheng's voice beside him: "Young Master Yang, we shall take our leave here, I will not go in."

Jiang Cheng cupped his hands in greeting and was about to leave. Yang Zhengdao quickly nodded in return.

It turned out that the person who would replace Jiang Cheng had arrived, and unexpectedly, it was a woman.

As for the female detectives of the Hundred Riders Division, it's natural to cultivate a good relationship with them.

After Jiang Cheng left, Yang Zhengdao immediately greeted him with a smile, as if they were old friends.

"Red Robe, are you settling in well here?"

Su Hongyi was slightly taken aback, then replied calmly, "Big Brother, Uncle Zhong is a very good person."

At this moment, the sounds of women talking and laughing came from inside the courtyard, along with a rough and gruff voice.

Ah Wu and Ah Liu were the first to come out, lifting the hems of their skirts, and immediately curtsied in unison.

Naza followed closely behind, rushing forward and bumping into Yang Zhengdao's arms, her eyes crinkling with joy: "Master!"

Ah Wu and Ah Liu's expressions changed immediately. They quickly stepped forward with smiles and grabbed Yang Zhengdao's arms, one on each side.

Ah Wu murmured sweetly, "Big Brother is finally back!"

Ah Liu said coquettishly, "Tan Feng, you rascal, you've made Da Lang so thin!"

Yang Zhengdao's heart skipped a beat. He felt that the two girls had been bewitched after not seeing each other for more than a month. They never used to speak in such a seductive manner.

At this moment, soft warmth wrapped around his arms, and fragrant beauty nestled against him; the sensation was indescribable!

Is this what it feels like to be surrounded by beautiful women?

But it feels so good!

Don't blame college students for being unsophisticated; after all, they've never had their feet washed in any high-class establishments.

Tan Feng chuckled foolishly. He rarely showed any tact, so he quickly led his horse through the side gate to the stable.

Su Hongyi remained standing to the side expressionless, though the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Ado!" Aba, who had stepped through the gate with his head down, also came out.

But the first thing he heard Yang Zhengdao say was, "Ah Zhong is old!"

Yang Zhengdao's smug smile froze instantly.

At this moment, Aba smiled and took out a jade dew dumpling from his pocket: "I'll save one for you."

Yang Zhengdao felt a lump in his throat. He smiled and pushed the bag away, then opened his arms and hugged Aba around the waist.

Perhaps because he had been here for more than a month, he was increasingly able to empathize with the original owner's helplessness and sorrow as a descendant of the previous dynasty.

"Let's go! Let's go home!" Yang Zhengdao grabbed Aba's hand and stepped over the gate.

Stepping into the courtyard, one sees Liu Zhong, with his white hair and beard, standing there with the burly Shi Tu and the tall and straight Gao Kan.

Liu Zhong clasped his hands and bowed deeply, his aged voice unusually forceful: "This old servant Liu Zhong, along with his retainers Shi Tu and Gao Kan, respectfully welcomes the young master home."

Shi Tu and Gao Kan bowed together and said, "Welcome back home, my lord."

When Liu Zhong raised his head, his cloudy eyes were already filled with tears.

Yang Zhengdao nodded, then quickly stepped forward to help the hunchbacked old servant.

He had a thousand words to say, and even greater ambitions to fulfill, but at this moment he could only utter one sentence: "Ah Zhong, you've worked hard!"

After being cleaned and bathed by Ah Wu and Ah Liu, Yang Zhengdao changed into casual clothes and went to the West Market with Su Hongyi and Tan Feng.

Tun Qiaoqiao is still there, waiting for him to rescue her.

The West Market of Chang'an County may not be as upscale as the East Market of Wannian County, but it is definitely the most bustling and prosperous place in the entire city of Chang'an, and also the most mixed place.

Although Chang'an at this time was far inferior to Chang'an during the Kaiyuan era, the West Market was still bustling with foreign merchants, the sound of camel bells, and a dazzling array of jewels and spices.

The swirling dance of the Orchid Maidens intertwined with the Orchid music of the tavern, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine and exotic spices.

The streets were bustling with traffic and people, shoulder to shoulder. There were Tang Dynasty officials in round-necked robes, Western Region merchants with high noses and deep-set eyes, and wandering knights with swords at their sides.

The slave market that Yang Zhengdao was going to was located in the southwest corner of the West Market.

Unlike the bustling atmosphere elsewhere, the atmosphere here was much more subdued.

Rows of wooden fences separated the space, and rough straw mats were laid on the ground. Many slaves who had been sold sat or stood, dressed in thin clothes, with numb expressions.

The brokers shouted out their prices in a shrill voices, while the buyers scrutinized them with their eyes like scales.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, dust, and a faint musty odor, making it seem like a completely different world from the bustling and lively area not far away.

As soon as Yang Zhengdao entered the slave market, the system marked Tun Qiaoqiao's location in his field of vision.

He originally thought he would need to check which female slave had a fuller hip before making a decision.

Now there's no need to search blindly anymore.

Yang Zhengdao pretended to scan the rows of servants with his gaze, finally fixing it on an inconspicuous spot in the corner.

It was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a large exclamation mark flashing above her head.

She has gentle features, a delicate nose, and a pair of clear eyes that show an indomitable stubbornness.

Wearing a faded, coarse blue dress, she knelt on a pile of grass.

It looked as if she was sitting on two huge watermelons under her skirt, and her buttocks presented an alluring curve.

The taut skirt draped over her hips made the allure even more exaggerated.

No doubt about it, it matches!

Based on these two large watermelons alone, Yang Zhengdao was quite certain.

He summoned the broker, his gaze returning to Tun Qiaoqiao: "I want her."

Tun Qiaoqiao suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with a brilliant light.