Being Handsome Means You Can Do Whatever You Want

"Young Master Lan, since we have arrived in Heaven Dou City, Rongrong and I have important matters to attend to. Let us part ways here."

No sooner had they entered Heaven Dou City than Sword Douluo Chen Xin began to hurry him along, unable to wait a moment longer.

Throughout the journey, in a desperate bid to reclaim his standing in Rongrong's heart, he had been forced to watch his precious granddaughter laughing and chatting happily by this boy's side.

If this wasn't a grandfather's worst nightmare, he didn't know what was!

"I have truly troubled you, Your Excellency Sword Douluo, throughout this journey!"

Tang Yin understood that his "little golden-haired" companion had already found a place in the Sword Douluo's heart. Just as he was about to cup his hands in farewell, Ning Rongrong snatched his arm first.

"No way! Brother Lan Yin, come with me to the Crown Prince's Mansion! Prince Xue Qinghe is a very good person."

She looked at Tang Yin with pleading eyes, then snuck a cautious glance at Chen Xin.

Chen Xin's brows furrowed slightly, but seeing the expectation in Ning Rongrong's eyes, he did not immediately object, turning instead to stare at the somewhat awkward Tang Yin.

The implication was clear: You handle this.

Tang Yin naturally did not want to make contact with Crown Prince Xue Qinghe so early.

First, he did not want to get entangled in the messy affairs of the royal family; of course, the most important reason was the true identity of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

After all, this person's true identity was that of the granddaughter of the peerless Douluo Qian Daoliu of the Martial Soul Hall's Angel Clan, and the illegitimate daughter of the Martial Soul Hall Pope, Bibi Dong.

Furthermore, at least nominally, his own "cheap" father, Tang Hao, held a blood feud with her.

Whether it was the identity of the Crown Prince or the Young Mistress of Martial Soul Hall, it would be far too easy for her to "open his box" and end him.

Just because she could be love-struck enough to ignore a blood feud and recruit Tang San in the original story did not mean she would tolerate him, Tang Yin, now.

"Miss Rongrong, you have official business at the Crown Prince's Mansion; it would truly be inappropriate for an outsider like me to get involved!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong immediately puffed out her cheeks and glared at Chen Xin with a hint of resentment, still unwilling to give up.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin was speechless; in the end, he was the one who had to bear the brunt of it all.

Seeing this, Tang Yin added, "Besides, this is my first time in Heaven Dou City, and I would like to wander around and see the world."

Ning Rongrong wanted to say more, but Chen Xin had already stepped forward, blocking the space between her and Tang Yin. His tone was calm, yet brooks no argument: "Rongrong, since Young Master Lan has made his decision, there is no need to force it."

Ning Rongrong looked at Chen Xin's stern face, then at Tang Yin's calm, ripple-free eyes. Knowing that further persistence would be useless, she pouted and said gloomily:

"Fine... Then, Brother Lan Yin, if you run into any trouble in Heaven Dou City, you can come find me at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's shops! Take this!"

She quickly fished a small jade token engraved with the mark of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda from the pouch at her waist and shoved it into Tang Yin's hand.

"This is a token our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect prepares specifically for honored guests. As long as it is one of our sect's properties, the people inside will recognize it!"

Tang Yin looked at the warm jade token in his palm, paused, and ultimately did not refuse.

He nodded toward Chen Xin, "Senior Sword Douluo, this junior takes his leave."

Chen Xin gave a slight nod in response.

Watching Tang Yin turn and merge into the bustling crowd, disappearing into the vast sea of people in Heaven Dou City, he let out a nearly imperceptible sigh of relief. Only then did he turn to Ning Rongrong, who was still gazing longingly in that direction, his tone softening: "Let's go, it's time to see your Prince brother."

Ning Rongrong curled her lips, following Chen Xin toward the Imperial City while looking back every few steps.

After parting ways with Ning Rongrong and Chen Xin, Tang Yin acted like a youth who had just entered a bustling metropolis. With a perfectly measured sense of curiosity, he walked slowly along the wide main thoroughfare, his gaze sweeping seemingly at random over the rows of shops, the hawking vendors, and the endless stream of pedestrians and carriages.

By the end of the day, he had gained a rough understanding of the layout of Heaven Dou City. He learned of the most prosperous trade district, the markets where soul masters gathered, the West City where the nobility congregated, and the relatively chaotic East District.

He also heard quite a few scattered rumors about the "Moonlight Pavilion"—a place established by a Pavilion Master surnamed Tang to teach etiquette and music theory to the children of the nobility. It was refined and elegant, difficult for ordinary people to enter, and held quite a reputation in the upper circles of Heaven Dou City, with even members of the royal family often attending lectures there.

Since he had come to Heaven Dou City, it was only right and proper for Tang Yin to pay a visit to his aunt, Tang Yuehua.

Moreover, the problem of Tang Yin's identity would have to be resolved sooner or later, and this should not be a difficult task for Tang Yuehua.

As the sun began to dip in the west, Tang Yin headed toward the West City. Along the way, he used a few of his remaining Gold Soul Coins to buy a set of clean, neat clothes. After dressing up, he looked every bit the refined young nobleman from afar.

He didn't share the bad taste of the protagonists in his past life's novels—who, despite being able to groom themselves well, insisted on looking disheveled and standing out from the crowd. If the doorman didn't stop you, who would he stop?

The further west he went, the cleaner and quieter the streets became. The regulations of the residences on both sides were clearly different: high walls and deep courtyards, with solemn entrances that stood in stark contrast to the clamor of the main city district.

Following the directions he had inquired about, he soon found the location.

The white, three-story building appeared exceptionally tranquil in the glow of the setting sun.

A black sandalwood plaque hung above the lintel, with the characters "Moonlight Pavilion" written in a clear and elegant hand. Compared to the surrounding noble mansions, it possessed less of an imposing air and more of a detached, scholarly aura.

As it was nearing evening, most of the students who studied etiquette at the Moonlight Pavilion had already returned home. Only a few scattered, luxuriously dressed nobles were occasionally seen bidding each other farewell in front of the main gate.

Seeing this, Tang Yin waited to the side for a while. When he saw that no one was entering or leaving for the moment, he approached the gate and politely greeted the attendant.

"This humble one, Lan Yin, has an important matter and requests an audience with the Pavilion Master."

"What important matter?" The attendant frowned, turning his face to look at the newcomer. Everyone who came said they had an important matter, but most were just nobles with ulterior motives; he had seen plenty of such people over the years.

"Since it is an important matter, it naturally cannot be easily disclosed." Tang Yin smiled politely. Although he was not yet ten years old, his height had already reached nearly 1.7 meters since absorbing his second soul ring. Combined with a face that could not just be called handsome, but beautiful, the attendant's originally impatient expression faltered slightly.

As a receptionist, he had seen many high-ranking officials and nobles, and as nobles, they were generally not bad-looking; the vast majority were handsome men and beautiful women.

He was like any other person; he would feel jealous when seeing a man more handsome than himself, and would feel a sense of longing when seeing a beautiful woman.

But the youth before him was different. His detached, peerless appearance did not make him feel a shred of jealousy; instead, it evoked a sense of goodwill.

The attendant suddenly understood why certain nobles enjoyed keeping male concubines.

The pursuit of truly beautiful things knows no gender!

"Young master?"

A gentle voice interrupted the attendant's train of thought, causing him to suppress his inner exclamation and shift his previous attitude: "My apologies, I was being presumptuous."

He first apologized for his earlier rudeness, then spoke respectfully: "The Pavilion Master has just finished her day of teaching and is currently in a private meeting with a distinguished guest. Why don't you follow me inside, young master, and wait in the main hall for a moment?"

"It is no matter, I am not in much of a rush." Tang Yin's lips curled upward; being good-looking really did allow one to do whatever they pleased.

"Please follow me, young master." Seeing Tang Yin agree, the attendant led him into the Moonlight Pavilion hall and summoned a maid to brew tea, ensuring the honored guest was not neglected.

The maid had initially been somewhat grumpy, as it was nearly time to clock out, and she wondered why another guest had arrived.

However, the moment her eyes landed on Tang Yin, all her dissatisfaction vanished into thin air. She hurried to the back kitchen to fetch tea, even pausing to tidy her appearance before stepping into the hall, then swayed over to Tang Yin's side with a waist as supple as a water snake.

She swore that in all her years of working here, this was the first time she felt a shred of regret for slacking off during her etiquette classes.

"Young master, this is this year's new black tea, please have a taste!" The maid said, elegantly pouring a cup for Tang Yin before lingering by his side with a smile, even leaning in closer as time went on.

However, this action clearly stirred the dissatisfaction of someone else.

A golden-haired youth in gorgeous attire, sitting not far away in the hall, watched Tang Yin with his beauty and tea while he himself had nothing, his expression darkening instantly.

"Are you servants at the Moonlight Pavilion so lacking in manners? Is this how the Pavilion Master usually teaches you lot about decorum?"