After Nox had accepted Ping's invitation they moved down to his garden. Ping's home was second only to the main manor at the center of the estate in size. It featured a variety of facilities, such as a hot spring, a courtyard, a large number of guestrooms, an extravagant dining hall, a large garden and much more.
Nox, who was now the size of a 14-year-old was enjoying some murky, green-colored tea inside the garden gazebo. Sitting across from her was Ping, who was trying to hide his smile by sipping his own cup of tea, while his wife next to him, Yang Jing, was staring daggers at the little girl who refuses to call people by their names.
"So, what's this new joke you want to show me?" Nox asked Ping.
"Joke? I just wanted to bury the hatchet with my unruly niece, that is all!"
"HAHA! Okay, and then what?" Nox said, as she was already twitching with laughter.
"How is the tea? I hope it's not too cold!" Ping asked, as a vein started popping out on his forehead, while he tried to keep his cool.
"Oh, so that's it! Hold on, let me get into character!" Nox said before clearing her throat.
"Oh, no! Help! I can't move! Someone must have spiked my drink!" She said as she laid down on the ground.
"…"
Jing just looked confused, while Ping's face went red as he realized that Nox had figured out, he had put a paralytic in her tea and was now making fun of him.
"Come on! Say your line! No, wait, I think I have something that will make this look perfect!" Nox said as she pulled out a fake twirly mustache from spatial storage.
"Get her!" Ping said as a group of dark clad figures came jumping out of the bushes, before throwing Nox into a burlap sack.
"Hey! You need to put on the mustache for this to look right!" Nox shouted from inside the enchanted bag.
"Husband? Who are these people?" Jing asked, looking wary of the suspicious figures before them.
"It's nothing for you to worry about!" Ping replied as he made some hand symbols.
Soon after, the dark clothed figures disappeared into the shadows with Nox in tow.
The next day.
"PING! GET OUT HERE!" Ming shouted in front of his son's manor.
"What's the matter father?" Ping asked in a polite tone as he walked out the door.
"YOU UNFILIAL CHILD! DID I NOT TELL YOU NOT TO GO NEAR YOUR NIECE?!" Ming screamed in his son's face.
"What do you mean? I have done no such thing!" Ping said as he wiped his father's spit off his face.
"DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME YOU UNRULY CHILD! I KNOW SHE WAS HERE YESTERDAY!" Ming screamed, giving his son another spray to the face.
"She broke into my house, drank some tea then left! I did nothing wrong, unlike that slutty little girl!"
"Done nothing wrong you say! THEN CAN YOU EXPLAIN THIS PAMPHLET WE JUST RECEIVED FROM HER!"
"So, she is selling her body on the-! WAIT, WHAT?!"
"Your mother has been crying all day long, because she has been refusing to come home! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
Ping's face turned red with both rage and shame at what he saw on the pamphlet.
The front page read:
'COME ONE, COME ALL, TO 'THE AMAZING YANG PING'S WHORE HOUSE'! WHERE YOU CAN EXPERIENCE A NIGHT OF TRUE PASSION WITH DRAGONS!
EVER WANTED TO REALLY STICK IT TO THOSE SHITTY YANGS FOR CAUSING THE LAST WAR! WELL, NOW YOU CAN! THANK'S TO THE SLUTTY YANG PING WHO IS SELLING HIS FACE TO BE PUNCHED, KICKED AND PLOWED AT YOUR LEASURE! SO, COME ON DOWN TO THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT TO GET YOUR FILL OF FUN!'
Right below the text there was a lifelike painting of Yang Ping's face with a button underneath, and when you pressed it, you would hear a static voice of Ping saying:
"I am Yang Ping! and I approve of this message"