How much is the young master's face worth?

Princess Changning looked at the smile on Zhu Zhanjun's lips, which seemed to enjoy the spectacle without caring about the trouble, and understood his intentions.

She smiled helplessly and nodded.

"Alright."

"But go easy on him, don't kill him outright."

"He's still useful to his father."

"Don't worry, Auntie."

Zhu Zhanjun grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I'm a very reasonable person."

With that, he turned and walked slowly towards the courtyard exit, followed closely by two tall Great Snow Dragon Rider guards.

Tingfeng Pavilion, first-floor lobby.

The lobby was deathly silent, the atmosphere tense.

A lavishly dressed young man arrogantly pointed his riding crop at the kneeling Steward Liu, with two groaning restaurant workers lying at his feet.

Behind the young man stood over a dozen burly household servants, each with fierce expressions, scaring the surrounding guests into retreating, daring not to speak.

"Steward Liu, is it? I'll give you one last chance!"

The young man tapped Steward Liu's face with his riding crop, his tone flippant.

"Now, immediately, at once! Clear out Room Number One of the Heaven Grade for this young master!"

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold your previous offense against you, otherwise..."

He gave a sinister smile.

"I'll tear down this dump of a building!"

Steward Liu knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master Fang, I am truly sorry, but Room Number One of the Heaven Grade... already has distinguished guests. This is our Tingfeng Pavilion's rule, please..."

"Rule?"

The young man, called Young Master Fang, burst into laughter. He kicked Steward Liu's shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"In this Capital City, my word, Fang Cheng, is the rule!"

"A restaurant owner dares to talk about rules with this young master? You must be tired of living!"

Fang Cheng, the only son of Fang Bin, the Minister of War, was a notorious dandy in the Capital City.

Relying on his father's power, he had always been overbearing.

He had invited some dissolute friends to dine at Tingfeng Pavilion today and had specifically requested the best room, Room Number One of the Heaven Grade, only to be told it was already occupied.

This made him feel greatly humiliated, and he erupted on the spot.

The surrounding guests watched this scene, whispering amongst themselves.

"That's the young master from Minister Fang's household. Tingfeng Pavilion is really out of luck today."

"Who's to say otherwise? This Young Master Fang is a tyrant in the Capital City; who can afford to offend him?"

"Who exactly is in Room Number One of the Heaven Grade? How can Tingfeng Pavilion be so stubborn as to dare defy Young Master Fang's wishes?"

"Who knows, but judging by this situation, this matter probably won't end well today."

Fang Cheng listened to the surrounding discussions, his look of smugness growing.

He stepped on Steward Liu's chest and said condescendingly, "Well? Have you thought about it? Will you clear out the room, or should I tear down the building?"

Steward Liu, being stepped on, could barely breathe, his face flushed red, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then, a lazy voice came from the top of the stairs.

"Tear down the building? Sure."

"But before you tear it down, shouldn't you settle the bill first?"

Everyone turned to look, and saw a young master in casual clothes slowly descending from the second floor.

He was followed by two burly, expressionless guards.

Fang Cheng saw Zhu Zhanjun and frowned, shouting, "Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business?"

Zhu Zhanjun ignored him and walked straight to Steward Liu, helping him up.

"Are you alright?"

"Your... Young Master, this servant is fine."

Upon seeing Zhu Zhanjun, Steward Liu's posture straightened.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, then turned to Fang Cheng, a playful smile on his face.

"Young Master Fang, is it? I've heard a lot about you."

"I just heard you say you were going to tear down our building?"

"Our?"

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then scoffed, "This Tingfeng Pavilion, is it yours?"

"That's right."

Zhu Zhanjun admitted frankly.

Fang Cheng sized him up from head to toe, and seeing his ordinary clothes, his boldness grew.

"Good! It's perfect that the main person has arrived!"

"I want this Room Number One of the Heaven Grade of yours today. Will you give it to me or not?"

"No."

Zhu Zhanjun's answer was simple and direct.

"You!"

Fang Cheng's face instantly turned grim.

"Kid, do you know who I am? My father is the current Minister of War, Fang Bin!"

"Oh, Minister Fang, I know."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, then changed the subject.

"So, Young Master Fang, how much is your face worth?"

"What do you mean?"

Fang Cheng didn't understand.

"I mean," Zhu Zhanjun pointed to the beaten employee on the ground, then to the disturbed tables and chairs, "You hit my people and trashed my things. How do we settle this debt?"

Fang Cheng burst into laughter.

He took out a stack of silver notes from his embrace and threw them directly in Zhu Zhanjun's face.

"Aren't they just a few servants, a few broken tables?"

"Here's a thousand taels. Is it enough? Is it enough to compensate for your broken establishment?"

The silver notes fluttered down, scattering all over the floor.

The surrounding guests gasped. A thousand taels was enough to buy a small house.

This Young Master Fang was indeed incredibly wealthy.

However, Zhu Zhanjun didn't even glance at the silver notes on the ground.

He just looked calmly at Fang Cheng, the smile on his face slowly fading, his eyes growing cold.

"It seems, Young Master Fang, that you don't intend to be reasonable."