The Regent's Tender Darling

Yuelai Inn.

"We're here!" Looking at the big inn sign, Zhao Renhou was extremely excited.

This Yuelai Inn is the inn closest to the lively area in the entire Suzhou branch. Most of the dignitaries who come here choose to stay here.

In addition to being lively, it is also close to the Sheriff's Mansion, so it is also a place that ordinary people cannot enter.

Over time, the Yuelai Inn no longer allowed people who were not richly dressed to enter, and it became the "best" inn in Suzhou.

Many people want to enter this so-called Yuelai Inn throughout their lives to prove that they are successful people.

In fact, it is not the case. If you want to enter Yuelai Inn, it is just a question of money.

"It turns out that the Marquis lives here." Yan Nanchen looked a little unhappy. Even he couldn't bear to live in the Yuelai Inn on Mingyue Street, so he bought a mansion in the suburbs many years ago.

The cost of staying in Yuelai Inn for a month was enough to buy a mansion in the suburbs, but that was also the case in the past, and now even mansions in the suburbs have become more expensive.

Either that or Suzhou Branch County is a rich place. Most of the people here are extremely rich, and the prices here have also become expensive.

Even a meal at a restaurant is twice as expensive as the best restaurant in the capital.

"Yes, my wife likes it here. I'm telling you, it's extremely expensive here, but fortunately it's not expensive every day." Zhaorenhou gave the simplest and most straightforward explanation.

Yan Nanchen nodded slightly and did not speak anymore. Also, Zhaorenhou had nothing to do all day long. He did not go to the flower house to drink wine or go to the gambling house. He was indeed a free man.

So it's okay to be extravagant once in a while.

If he lived like Zhao Renhou, he would not worry about money, but after all, he did not want to live like this.

"Come on, let's go and tell my wife. If it works out, I'll drink with you all night!"

"I am not good at drinking."

"It's okay, you can have tea instead of wine."

Marquis Zhaoren's excitement made Yan Nanchen always feel like he was entering a den of thieves. He obviously wanted to invite Marquis Zhaoren to his mansion for a chat, but now it seemed that Marquis Zhaoren had to go to his mansion as a guest.

And he was actually a little reluctant.

This Yuelai Inn is very big, and the best thing about it is its independent courtyard. Although the courtyard is not big, it is still the best among the inns.

"Master Marquis, come back..." Mrs. Jiang ran out of the house. When she saw Prince Duan in the courtyard, her expression froze.

Marquis Zhaoren coughed uncomfortably, then poked Yan Nanchen's waist and pushed him forward.

Although Yan Nanchen was a little angry at such a move, he couldn't get angry for a while. He just bowed his hand to Jiang, who was dressed in gold, silver and wealth: "Mrs. Hou."

"It's Prince Duan, you're here...but what's the matter?" Jiang asked warmly, looking at Yan Nanchen with his eyes.

Seeing this, Marquis Zhaoren poked Yan Nanchen's waist again.

"..." Yan Nanchen's face darkened. He was about to scold Marquis Zhaoren for a moment, but after thinking about it, he endured it.

He continued to face Jiang: "That's it, I want to invite the Marquis to be a guest in my palace, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang's expression changed drastically and he shouted at Marquis Zhaoren: "You old man! Are you going to drink again?"

After saying that, he picked up the broom lying next to him to sweep the yard without any panic, and came towards Zhaorenhou.

"I didn't hit you when I had a drink with Wang An last time, right?"

"Ouch!" Marquis Zhaoren got hit by the broom and quickly grabbed Prince Duan's sleeve to hide!

The couple ran in a circle around Yan Nanchen, and finally Jiang threw Marquis Zhaoren to the ground!

Yan Nanchen's eyes widened, obviously frightened. He swallowed and took two steps back: "I...I'm leaving first! Farewell!"

After saying that, without any hesitation, he hurriedly ran out, as if he was running away.

As soon as the man left, Marquis Zhaoren panted heavily from exhaustion. He quickly helped Mr. Jiang, who was laughing so hard, and asked with concern, "Did it hurt from the fall?"