Guangling Prefecture presented an entirely different scene by day.
While eating breakfast, Li Ping'an asked around and learned where the Duke of Southern State's Residence was.
As he walked down the broad street, he suddenly heard something whistle through the air.
Li Ping'an raised his hand and gently pinched his index and middle fingers together.
A round object smaller than a horse's eye appeared between them.
It turned out that several wealthy young gentlemen were on the second floor of Moonflower Pavilion.
Having slept with the courtesans, they had grown bored.
So, with the scantily clad courtesans beside them, they amused themselves by shooting at passersby with slingshots from the second floor.
Yet rather than getting angry, those people crowded closer and let themselves be shot.
The key was that the pellets they fired were quite special.
They were not ordinary pebbles or iron beads.
They were solid gold beads.
If someone picked up one of those gold beads-
That single bead could cover nearly half a month's food and drink for an ordinary household.
Getting hit meant nothing more than a small bump on the head or a little pain.
But this was genuine, solid gold.
Li Ping'an felt the gold bead and could not help finding it amusing.
He really had stumbled into good fortune.
Even walking down the street, he could pick up money.
"Oh, Young Master Yan, that fellow has some moves."
A young gentleman in brocade laughed.
The man addressed as Young Master Yan wore ink-wash robes and had a handsome, dashing air, his expansive bearing tempered by scholarly elegance.
Yan Jingyang was a descendant of the Duke of Southern State.
Naturally, he had money to burn.
Yan Jingyang immediately drew back his slingshot again.
Whoosh!!
The gold bead traced a beautiful arc and landed