Shen Yi had already hailed a table packed with wines and many dishes. There were also some beautiful young male and female servants in the room - the particularly bold ones dared to continuously sneak glances at Marquis Gu.

Gu Yun's eyes widened - Shen Yi was a scholarly bookworm who had already gone senile before his age. He even feared that looking at Western paintings would defile his eyes; how could he possibly keep a group of young meat around like this?

When Gu Yun cast him a questioning eye, Shen Yi whispered in his ear: "This is the ship that Wei Wang insisted on giving to you upon hearing you required one."

Gu Yun momentarily did not know what to say, his expression unfathomable.

The waiter truly knew how to read the situation, he immediately came forward to ask: "Marquis sir, will we be igniting the engine?"

Gu Yun paused then nodded: "Yes go ahead – and also call the brothers guarding on the terrace to come inside for dinner, there are no outsiders today, no need to be over-courteous."

The waiter, upon receiving the instruction, immediately withdrew from the Red Kite, jumped onto the terrace deck, and made a long signal.

A few of the soldiers of the Black Iron Camp came in, all lined up in a well-trained manner: "Grand Marshal!"

The coldness of their Black Armors pierced through the soft gentle aura inside the room in an instant, the unspeakable atmosphere that hung in the air was suddenly dispelled.

Gu Yun glanced at the servants retreating. One particularly pleasant-looking young girl sneaked a peek at him, flirtatious hints filled her gaze. Gu Yun smiled at her in response, at the same time feeling somewhat disappointed, as he brought three little kids along. This type of nighttime entertainment must also end at this 'eyeing back and forth' stage.

Shen Yi cleared his throat, and Gu Yun retracted his sight as if nothing happened. He complained: "Wei Wang is already a grown man yet he could still be so improper."

Shen Yi let out an absolutely unamused laugh: "Ha ha."

Fortunately, the three young children were attracted by the group of flaming wings surrounding the Red Kite that had been lit up. They all looked around outside the window and did not notice what improper business the adults were secretly doing inside.

The sizzling sound of the flaming wings could be heard, and warm hot air swept by the window, Chang Geng almost lost his footing, he could not help but grasp onto the wooden window to steady himself. Next to him, Cao Niangzi was screaming, the whole body of the Red Kite vibrated gently and took off into the sky.

At 7 in the evening, a group of fireworks was shot up from Ting Yuan Platform, shining brightly in the middle of twenty Red Kites, and the cobweb-strings connected to each other were dyed in orange.