Heir of Prince Jing's Estate's Eldest Daughter

Dingsheng Workshop, Zhang Heng rushed about seeking help. But before he could find an Alchemy Master to replace Chen Dongpeng, a problem arose with an Alchemy Furnace's inscription.

In the Alchemy Zone, a senior Alchemy Master was furious at a malfunctioning Alchemy Furnace.

He yelled at the sweating Formation Master beside him:

"Can you even do it?

Back when Old Chen was here, he'd just glance at these minor issues, give it a few taps with his pipe, and it'd be fixed.

You've been fiddling with it for ages, and the fire's gotten even more unstable.

You're delaying my alchemy – can you afford to pay for this?"

The Formation Master being scolded and Shopkeeper Qian beside him could only exchange wry smiles, their faces full of helplessness.

Only those who had truly interacted with the complex Formation network and Alchemy Furnace inscriptions upgraded by Chen Dongpeng could deeply understand how terrifying that slovenly old man was when it came to formations.

He could truly turn rotten into magic, elevating a mere functional alchemy workshop to the standard of a core alchemy chamber in a small alchemy sect.

Moreover, his methods were subtle and seamless. If he hadn't left, they wouldn't have even realized how exquisite and... fragile the formation had become.

At the same time, they were filled with confusion and shock.

How on earth did Eldest Young Master Zhang Yu manage to invite such a hidden Formation master to be a mere handyman doing "fire-stoking and furnace repair" at Dingsheng Workshop back then?

Of course, most of their resentment and curses were directed at Zhang Heng, the new owner.

This idiotic second-generation heir, on his first day in charge, had actually swept the true treasure of the workshop out like trash.

Now, they couldn't clean up this mess, and everyone had to suffer!

Zhang Heng sat on pins and needles in the front hall, as if he could hear the complaints and mockery from all over the workshop.

He felt like a joke. Yesterday he was full of ambition to surpass Zhang Yu, but today reality had slapped him hard across the face, a slap he had delivered himself.

Meanwhile, in the Ministry of Justice Heavenly Prison, in Zhang Yu's solitary cell.

Compared to the chaos at Dingsheng Workshop, the atmosphere here was... eerily tranquil.

Zhang Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, but he wasn't cultivating.

The cultivation the System rewarded was "infused," requiring no deliberate practice from him.

Thus, in this dim, silent prison, filled with the faint smell of mold and rust, he felt... a touch of boredom.

Yes, boredom.

He stretched lazily, muttering under his breath, "Tsk, this prison... it's really a bit stuffy."

"If Mr. Zhang finds himself bored, this prince... I have a way."

From the cell diagonally opposite, Heir of Prince Jing Xiao Sheng practically jumped up upon hearing Zhang Yu's complaint.

He clung to the bars, his face plastered with a fawning smile, not a trace of the arrogant Heir Apparent he was yesterday.

Ever since he witnessed Guild Leader Du Jun's polite attitude towards Zhang Yu yesterday, and Zhang Yu's "generosity" in casually producing two Bodhi Pills and a pile of top-grade Pills, Xiao Sheng had "awakened" completely.

This was no mere young master of a fallen marquis estate or a prisoner awaiting slaughter!

This was clearly a true god with an unfathomable background.

Now, he had to curry favor, he absolutely had to. Clinging to this golden thigh was more important than anything.

And so, starting yesterday afternoon, Xiao Sheng began his "Heavenly Prison lickspittle" career.

For Zhang Yu's meals, he immediately ordered the highest-spec banquet from the best restaurant outside, Zui Xian Lou, to be delivered.

If Zhang Yu felt the cell was too dark, he immediately had over a dozen luminous pearls installed on Zhang Yu's cell walls.

If Zhang Yu wanted clean bedding, he directly had snow silkworm silk quilts, tribute from the Western Regions, delivered...

Now, hearing Zhang Yu say "bored," Xiao Sheng's spirits lifted, seeing an opportunity to perform.

"If Mr. Zhang finds himself bored, I'll immediately send someone to invite the Nishang Troupe.

They're the most famous opera troupe in the Capital City. The troupe leader himself will come to perform for you. You can request any opera you wish to hear."

Xiao Sheng suggested with great enthusiasm, as if the Heavenly Prison were his backyard stage.

Seeing Zhang Yu show no reaction, Xiao Sheng assumed Zhang Yu didn't like opera and immediately changed tack:

"Or perhaps... I could have someone go to Zui Xian Lou and invite their most popular courtesans to play music and sing for Young Master Zhang to relieve his boredom?

Or... if Young Master Zhang has other preferences, just say the word.

As long as it exists in the Capital City, I will find a way to get it for you."

Zhang Yu: "..."

Is this the joy of a top-tier second-generation noble?

He could summon opera troupes and courtesans anytime even while imprisoned?

No wonder this guy could still be so leisurely even after being locked up.

At the same time, he felt a chill and helplessness at Xiao Sheng's sudden, almost sickeningly effusive flattery.

Ever since Du Jun had appeared yesterday, this guy's attitude had done a 180-degree turn, from an onlooker to a sycophant. The speed of this change was too fast.

Even his address had changed to "Mr. Zhang."

"Your Highness's kind offer is appreciated, Zhang will accept it," Zhang Yu waved his hand, his tone calm. "However, I'll pass on the opera troupe and courtesans; it's too noisy. This Heavenly Prison... it's better to have some quiet."