[The Grand View Garden Chronicle of the Imperial Harem] Chapter 91: Lustful Delusion Leads to Ill-Fated Karma, Schemes and Intrigues All Stem from Desire

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Chapter Ninety-One: Lustful Delusion Leads to Evil, Schemes Abound All from Desire

It is said that Feng Ziying, having seized You Sanjie, was enjoying himself immensely, holding her in his arms and subjecting her to relentless humiliation and defilement.
He stripped off her skirt, loosened her bosom, and even pulled down her last remaining garments to her ankles, thrusting his beastly member
into her crotch.

Although You Sanjie had been his captive for many days and could not resist, her very soul and mind had been tainted by
his lustful desires. Yet, at this moment, she still pleaded, "Save my lord, Liu Lang!"

Although Feng Ziying was somewhat annoyed, he didn't care that his third sister was unlikely to escape his grasp.
However, seeing her courage and righteousness, he even felt a touch of respect. He teased her sweet, seductive place with one hand and
lightly stroked her nipples with the other, kissing her cherry lips and tear-streaked cheeks. He said, "You
never learn. When have I ever made any kind of business deal with you? I've already told you, you were 'given' to me by the Prince
, you were originally a sex slave. Since that's what you are, how can you use that to negotiate with me? If
you say you'll 'behave properly' as my sex slave, don't you know my methods? I want you to behave properly
… what makes you think you can't behave properly… good girl, spread your legs wider, will I find it good?" "

Then Sister You's lower body was churning with waves of lust. She was indeed extremely ashamed, but her
inherently seductive nature, repeatedly manipulated and disciplined by Feng Ziying, made her unable to resist the pleasures of lovemaking. She hadn't given any orders,
only hoping to find some solace in the depths of her feminine soul. Obediently, she parted
her pink legs slightly, allowing Feng Ziying's fingers, which were playing with and teasing her genitals, to probe
two or three knuckles into her fleshy folds… The layers of tender flesh inside were being touched and caressed, and waves of fragrant warmth
emanated from the surrounding walls, truly captivating. Her mouth was filled with 'Ah… Ah…' only lustful moans, yet she still
couldn't help but coo, 'It wasn't what you said… Promise me… If I'm obedient, then…'

Feng Ziying smiled, took one of her pink little hands, and pulled it to his penis, ordering her to hold it, saying :"
"First, use the gloves, then it'll feel more comfortable, harder, and then it'll taste better..." He continued, "I did
say that. But I wasn't bargaining with you. I was telling you to give up and be a good sex slave by my side
... If I'm in a good mood and get some luck, I might save your useless 'Liu Lang's' life... He's
now in Lekesh's hands, and he can't escape punishment, but the prince probably doesn't want to mention him. Only your prince
can save his life... As for you, I've told you so many times, I just like
girls ... Sigh... I can't compare to the prince's good fortune, being able to be so carefree in the garden. I'm just a lowly
official who got you... Naturally, I'll play with you to the bone, and teach you to be as frivolous as my master... You'd better accept
your fate and serve me well... If you dare not wake up and forget your place, I'll rape you to death, and your
Liu Lang... I also have the ability to make him wish he were dead, wish he were alive..." "

Sister You felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she was also drunk. She stopped talking back and instead began to vigorously
stroke Feng Ziying's terrifying beast, flicking and caressing it with her fingertips. She felt the thing in her hand grow even more engorged and indescribable,
truly thick and strong. Her moans were full of lustful sounds: 'Master... if you want to humiliate me, I will try my best to accept
it ... it's not enough to be satisfied here... please take me to the kang to enjoy myself.'

Feng Ziying held Sister You in his arms and enjoyed himself, which was of great pleasure ." He was thoroughly enjoying the lewd acts,
but in that position, his manhood struggled to find a foothold. Hearing You Sanjie's
sweet , yet still filled with resentment, he grew even more pleased. With a roar, he shouted, "Go to the kang! Watch me do what I want with you
..." He abruptly lifted You Sanjie up like a thunderbolt,
smashing onto the floor. He then tossed You Sanjie's delicate, soft, yet burning body onto the table.

The table was only two or three feet square. Even though You Sanjie was petite and graceful, when thrown onto it,
only a small portion of her buttocks remained visible, from her shoulders and neck to her waist and legs. Her arms went limp at her sides, and even her
long black hair, with a pink veil draped diagonally over her head, slumped down. Although her breasts were not high to begin with, this action
stretched them out even more, highlighting her youthful beauty. Feng Ziying held You Sanjie's fair and tender
thigh with one hand, pulling it apart to her sides. Before her eyes was a shocking sight: You Sanjie's pubic
hair had been shaved off, and now it was being pulled apart in a "V" shape. The soft folds and
two slightly rosy labia, like clam meat, were being forcibly pulled apart. The outer rosy color was slightly
darker, and inside there was another layer of folds. Turning the yin and yang, it was a tender pink that seemed to be dripping with moisture,
with soft grooves slightly raised and recessed. It was crystal clear, full of fragrant springs shyly flowing... It was truly a wonderful sight, with boundless spring pleasure.

Feng Ziying let out a strange cry. His posture was extremely lewd, yet convenient.
He pressed his penis against the hairless vulva, rubbing it a couple of times before it could penetrate a small section along the slit… His glans was magnificent
. As soon as it entered, the foreskin and flesh around it enveloped it. You Sanjie let out a pitiful cry: “Heavens…”
…Her body convulsed uncontrollably. Feng Ziying felt that his glans and penis were full of earthly pleasures. Looking at the young woman beneath him,
her limbs limp, only her chest, waist, and abdomen forced up, in the most shameful state of being violated and humiliated,
how could he bear it? With a thrust of his hips, his penis had already penetrated a little further. Poor Sanjie, being petite, had not yet
fully penetrated before it hit a curved fleshy wall.

Yu Sanjie could only scream and cry out in agony, sometimes "It hurts..." and "It's hitting me...", and sometimes
her sobs were filled with seductive pleasure. Feng Ziying had humiliated her many times and knew exactly where she was. He moved in and out slowly, not using
force, but rather pulling and shoving gently, while he sneered, "So good... my good girl, my darling,
my little darling... isn't it so enjoyable to be so filthy with me? I like to use force like this... your cunt is
so tight, so pleasing, it's good that you met me, that I can control you and filth you like this, so that your youthful
beauty won't be wasted... your hole, your breasts, your belly, your flesh... in my hands, you're truly making
the most of everything... so good, so good... so good!!! Think about it, if you hadn't fallen into my hands, you would have married someone else
, or had an affair with that thieving actor... where would you find this pleasure of being raped? You would have lived a hundred years in vain."
Missed the pleasure... Hate being inside me, yet long for it, don't you? ...So comfortable, so comfortable...
so comfortable !!! I think you're just a slut, having an affair with that actor just to get the prince to punish and humiliate you, right?
... You say you're begging for your lover, Liu Lang, but really you just want an excuse to be raped by the prince, don't you
?...Haha...So comfortable, so comfortable...so comfortable!!! "Master is here... squeeze again..."

Sister You was being violated so intensely, her soul torn apart inch by inch. She cried out in shame, her body pressed against the table. Her
delicate back and snow-white skin were inevitably exposed, but she couldn't care less now. She twisted her waist and rubbed her buttocks in a
frenzy. Her natural struggle was nothing more than rubbing her private parts against Feng Ziying's intrusion. Her head
was hanging over one end of the table, and her voice was hoarse, her cries were all muffled and incoherent. Her lower body was sore and swollen, and
gushing vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, rising and falling repeatedly. Her mind was
a complete mess. She vaguely heard Feng Ziying raping her while verbally abusing her. When she heard, "If you hadn't fallen into
my hands, you would have married someone else or had an affair with that scoundrel actor like you. You would never have experienced the pleasure of being raped. You
would have lived to be a hundred years old and wasted your life," she actually felt that there was some truth to it. So she groaned
and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Yes...yes...yes..."

Feng Ziying was even more delighted. He felt that Sister You's two long legs no longer needed his hands to spread them apart,
but instead they actively crossed together behind his waist, as if they were wrapped around his body. His lower
body tightened
even more, and his thrusting became more and more pleasurable. When his hands got a break, he didn't waste them. He pinched Sister You's nipples, kneading, squeezing, and grabbing them. His movements became faster and faster, until they were
like thunderous drums. After several thrusts, he felt that he was about to ejaculate, but he refused to stop
. He bit his lower lip hard, even breaking the skin, before finally letting out a roar of anger and pulling out his penis. 　　The third sister was in a state of continuous, intense pleasure, when suddenly her lower body relaxed... She felt a momentary relief, but before she could truly relax, she felt as if she were suspended in mid-air, with nothing to hold onto. Naturally , she couldn't ask for anything, but her moans and groans, her sobs and gasps, revealed a deep sense of confusion... 　　Feng Ziying, already grimacing from the pain, found satisfaction in her voice. He slapped her buttocks, which were pressed against the table , and said, "You really are a slut. Want it? Beg me... and I'll give you relief. Beg..." "Please, sir...please, sir..." 　　Sister You knew he intended to humiliate her, but his words indeed caused a tingling , a feeling that made her want to scream. She also felt helpless and resentful, knowing that he wouldn't let her off easily unless he had thoroughly humiliated her. Her teeth loosened, and she cried out, "Please, sir..." 　　Feng Ziying laughed loudly, but refused to stop. As if playing with some kind of instrument, he supported Sister You 's body, placing his penis between her vulva and perineum. He moved back and forth, thrusting and manipulating ... panting and roaring, "What are you begging for, Master... If you don't tell me clearly... how will I know?" 　　Sister You San looked up to the sky in grief, letting out a miserable cry. In her heart, she cried out, "That's enough!" She sobbed repeatedly, her voice hoarse, yet she still managed to utter, "Yes... please, Master... please, Master, please insert yourself into me, violate me... please, Master, please crush my... shameless slit... Master... please don't tease me anymore. I've thrown everything away, I've abandoned everything..." "In this life, I will only be your sex slave, your plaything. Master... give it to me... I can't take it anymore... Waaah... Come on, come on..." 　　Feng Ziying laughed triumphantly, his brows furrowed and eyes wide. With a roar, he thrust his slightly rested penis in again. This time, he truly disregarded everything. Even though the flesh inside was soft and tender, he pushed it in all the way to the head, completely burying his enormous member. Looking closely, the poor third sister, with her delicate skin and tender flesh, cried out in pain, and a "head" mark bulged out on her lower abdomen. He laughed heartily, no longer holding back, unleashing a storm of lewd and depraved acts, thrusting and pounding... Both were completely lost in the moment, oblivious to their surroundings, their mouths uttering incoherent cries, gasping and moaning, their voices hoarse and trembling, their flesh touching, their juices splattering... They were oblivious to the joy of life and the pain of death... When the climax arrived, Feng Ziying could no longer restrain himself, thrusting all the way in, his hands grabbing wildly... The third sister's eyelids rolled back, and she was raped unconscious... Feng Ziying felt streams semen and bodily fluids overflowing into the third sister's body, his legs went weak, his body went numb, and he collapsed onto the third sister, becoming a lump of mud... 　　... 　　After a blissful night of lovemaking, the two lay on the table for quite a while... However, Third Sister, being delicate and naive, couldn't bear the pressure on her back and slowly woke up. She could only suppress her embarrassment and call in the maids to help them tidy up... The maids outside were all loyal to Yun'er and accustomed to such pleasures . They blushed as they cleaned and tidied the two, tidied their clothes, served tea and water, and found clean cotton-padded skirts and undergarments for Third Sister and Feng Ziying to change into. Feng Ziying then waved for the maids to leave... He casually sprawled on Third Sister's embroidered bed, ordering her to massage him... His hands, naturally, couldn't resist a few more light touches. 　　His pent-up energy was released, and he felt completely refreshed. His mind wandered even more. Although his hands were lightly touching her, he found the Third Sister blushing with shyness. Her charmingly sullen expression was even more endearing. After a couple of caresses, she began to flinch. Seeing her hesitate, he couldn't help but laugh, "Just say what you want to say... Whether I'm pleased or annoyed, it's all the same... You've already been through so much, what are you afraid of?" 　　The Third Sister pursed her lips before stammering, "I'll never understand... Your Highness really doesn't care whether I live or die? You... just because I'm pretty, and you like... doing those things..." "...Aren't you really afraid of the Prince's taboos? What do you want from keeping me here?" 　　Feng Ziying was taken aback, then lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Logically speaking, what you say makes sense. I naturally have some reservations... To tell you the truth, the Prince didn't think much when he dealt with you; he just ordered me to do it... Since he said 'deal with,' it was only natural for me to rape you, and there was nothing to be ashamed of. But after I was done, I should... end your life. I'm afraid the Prince didn't expect that I would keep you as a slave for a long time... Of course..."

"As for your status, you're just an unnamed girl among the remaining sex slaves. Even if you're somewhat attractive, since you've been
lewd have failed the Prince's favor, and I'm a trusted retainer of our Fifth Master, taking you is no big deal
... It's just that now that I think about it, there's a bit of a entanglement, which is why I secretly sent you out of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices and settled you here...
Don't even think about it, in this life, don't even dream of leaving me again..."

He rubbed his temples, then shook his head and laughed, "These matters between men and women are the most absurd. Speaking of which, when
I was the Prefect of Songjiang in Jiangnan, I also had my way with a few girls I liked, and I even kept a couple of sex slaves like others..."
…But last year when I returned to the capital, I witnessed the actions of our Fifth Prince and saw the lavish scenery of the Grand View Garden.
Only then did I realize my own shortcomings were nothing. I truly felt I had wasted my life… Now that I have you, you should obediently
listen to me and find a way to serve the Prince like the girls in your garden do, so that he can enjoy your company… I
… I will protect your life.”

You Sanjie glanced at him and coldly sneered, “I wondered what you were thinking… Turns out you envy
your master . Want to imitate him… Absurd… But it’s not what people call imitating someone else.”

Feng Ziying frowned, startled, and pondered for a long time. He had already decided to imprison You Sanjie. Having lived a long life, he wasn't afraid of
her telling others. At this moment, the red curtains were soft and the room filled with a delicate fragrance. He had just raped her, and in high spirits, he spoke
without restraint : "You're only a teenager, and you've never seen the world, yet you're truly a clever and shrewd girl…
If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to explain it myself… You're absolutely right. This time when I returned to the capital to do errands for our Fifth Master, I
repeatedly saw the wealth, elegance, and beauty of the Grand View Garden… I was truly envious
. The reason I confined you for my pleasure is twofold: firstly, your looks and personality please the Prince; secondly, it's because I truly consider you 'the Prince's
woman,' and want you to experience the same pleasures as our Fifth Master." "Those days...sigh, you also came from the garden,
look at your garden, a bunch of celestial beauties, who would have thought you'd be born with so many romantic affairs...Our Fifth Master is really
enjoying himself , so many girls, even if I had just one or two...Our Fifth Master can be a frivolous prince,
and I can be a frivolous servant, what's wrong with that? Everyone's happy...hahaha..."

Hearing his high spirits, Sister You couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. After thinking for a moment, she spat and sneered, "
One or two? You only have me, where are the two? Don't dream...I know, you haven't given up your wicked heart, you
must have set your sights on someone in the garden again...or have you already seduced someone? No wonder you..." "You're keeping me under control, aren't you afraid
of offending ? It's like they say... 'The more debts you have, the less you worry; the more lice you
have, the less they bite...' Don't get your hopes up. I'm just a worthless piece of trash discarded from the garden. The Prince doesn't care if I fall into your hands... Everyone else is the Prince's woman. You
dare to make a move on me? I think you're the one who doesn't know your own limitations."

Feng Ziying, angered by her words, suddenly changed color and slapped her across the face with a loud "smack," making her blush
. He cursed, "You wretch! What do you know? There are so many girls in the garden.
What's wrong with giving me one or two? Our Prince... he can't even use them all himself. To waste them would be a waste of talent..."
…

Sister You San was no longer afraid, only sneering and arguing with him: “If you can’t use it today, use it tomorrow; if you can’t use it tomorrow
, use it the day after. Peace and tranquility prevail, time will pass… Is it any of your business to worry about this?”

Feng Ziying frowned, as if Sister You San had spoken his mind. He suddenly stood up, slipped on his shoes, and
shuffled around on the ground for about an incense stick’s time before stopping and coldly saying: “Our Prince is a fool,
and you, girl, are equally dull-witted. People say, even a long shed can't last forever. In three to five
years, everyone will have their own way… Just like you sisters of the You family, back then…” "They were quite pleased with themselves for free
meals naturally thinking that life was peaceful and that the days would last forever. But life is unpredictable, and there's no such
thing as tomorrow or the day after... I've been thinking about this a lot lately... That's why
I'm talking to you, since you're here, someone who can't be helped by heaven or earth, someone who can't live without me, and who can't live without me, even in life or death."

He was actually full of important thoughts, and this You Sanjie had stirred them up. He said he was "talking" to her, but he
knew that her life was in his hands and she would never leave him again; he was just looking for an opportunity to "talk" to him, to vent his
troubled ambitious thoughts. He paced back and forth in the room, not even glancing at You Sanjie, his hands behind his back, as if
talking to himself: "It's a pity I told you, but you probably wouldn't understand these things... Rumors have spread from the palace that
His Majesty is actually unwell and his illness is incurable... You young girls naturally don't understand the implications... You only
know how to call him 'Master, Master,' 'Prince, Prince.' Do you know who this 'Master, Prince' is? He is
the current emperor's own son, a proper and upright Prince of the First Rank, a prince with a yellow sash, a member of the imperial family... If Emperor Yongzheng
were to pass away one day, he would have the right to ascend the throne."

Although You Sanjie was intelligent and quick-witted, she was still a young girl and didn't understand what he was saying. She just
listened blankly. Feng Ziying ignored her, continuing to sigh and mutter to himself, "I am a member of the Plain Red Banner,
an official from outside the capital on official business, managing the Imperial Household Department, a third-rank official. Of course... you little wretch, you see me as someone
with great power, able to decide life and death. But in this Beijing,
even a fallen leaf can knock down a third-rank official—a first-rank official, a member of the imperial family, a prince, a minister of the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers, a vice minister—it's
nothing in this capital. To put it nicely, I'm an 'official,' to put it bluntly, I'm just a errand boy...
It's like how powerful your Ning and Rong mansions were back then. If someone committed a crime, even the maids, young
ladies —the masters would take them all to the garden to be raped and played with. Everyone thought it was perfectly normal, even
a favor from their masters. Why? Because those who wanted people were princes, emperors, and the dragons and phoenixes of the imperial family. Compared to them..."
"Those two hereditary dukedoms are nothing special. But to be precise, I'm not even as
high-ranking as your two mansions were at their peak. I'm far behind... Hmph, so
what if one day someone comes to ransack my house, behead me, and rape my family and daughters? I'm just a third-rank official. I'm afraid
even a low-ranking officer or a minor official would dare to rape my wife and daughters. That would be real karma."

Hearing his resentment, You Sanjie wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but she didn't dare. She could only say, "No wonder
men want to be high-ranking officials. Will things be better if you become a high-ranking official?"

Feng Ziying sneered, "No matter how high-ranking you are, in the eyes of the emperor, you're still a slave. However... the
saying 'a higher rank can crush a lower one' is true. Even slaves are different, some are respectable and some are not."
There are "talented" and "dog-like" individuals. For example, although I'm loyal to the Fifth Prince, I'm ultimately just a steward
in the Imperial Household Department; in his eyes, I'm nothing more than a dog. Now that you've all been convicted and enslaved, even if I take you, I'll have to
live in fear and hide it from others? Even if I fancy a young maid in the garden, I have to do it secretly, all because of that "rank"
... Malkang from the Grand Council, that old man in his seventies or eighties, with a lecherous eye and no regard for family, went to
visit Old Xu at the Court of Imperial Sacrifices. Old Xu, out of respect, had his fourteen-year-old daughter serve tea, and Malkang actually took a liking to him
. The Fourth Prince, "respecting him as an old minister," actually forced Old Xu to give his daughter to this old geezer as a sex slave.
Old Xu begged and pleaded, hoping to be granted the title of "maid," but to no avail. That old bastard, only
interested in the pleasure of raping and humiliating her, insisted on making her a slave… Finally, Old Xu had no choice but to go to
the Shuntian Prefecture to accuse his daughter of "disobedience." The Shuntian Prefecture sentenced her to slavery, and only then did they "graciously" transfer her to the Ma'erkang
family. They went to great lengths… Tsk tsk tsk, Old Xu sold his daughter to pay off his superior; he's a despicable man. But
that immoral old bastard Ma'erkang, he just took a fancy to a sixth-rank official's beautiful
daughter brought her here to be abused and humiliated, only for his own fleeting pleasure. But why did the Fourth Prince tolerate him? Why did he even
support him? Why could Old Xu only swallow his anger and suffer in silence? There's nothing… it's simply because he is a Grand Councilor, a top-ranking
official, someone even the Emperor himself values highly and often bestows favors upon. Every day, they talk about the rise and fall of the nation, military
affairs, the millions of common people, and the prosperity of the Qing Dynasty. What's the big deal about playing with a few girls on the side? Putting aside everything else,
just look at the several
imperial concubine selections. Aside from a few princes, weren't ten or eight of the girls who were rejected but still had some beauty sent to the Grand Councilors' residences? Some of these girls were from noble families, but in His Majesty's eyes, they were nothing more than
playthings , and it was common for them to be given as gifts to ministers. These 'minor ministers' and 'minor officials'... are indeed different.

He paused, raised an eyebrow, and changed the subject, saying, "But what if our master really does ascend the
throne?... Hmph, I'm just a minor official doing odd jobs today... But if our master does ascend the throne, given our
close relationship, I'll naturally be given an important position. Even becoming a minister in one of the Six Ministries, a Han official, would only take three to
five years. Becoming a Grand Councilor or even head of the Cabinet isn't out of the question."

He became increasingly excited, his eyes gleaming with unfulfilled ambition, oblivious to his surroundings, saying, "If
our master ascends the throne... then I'll be the most sought-after official in Beijing... I originally thought
that my trip to the capital was to plan this for our master..." "This is a momentous occasion. A true man's time to establish his career and achieve great things is now… Who would have thought that
our Fifth Prince would be ten times more absurd than before… He spends all his time in the garden playing with the
girls of the Ning and Rong mansions, feigning ignorance… He doesn't cultivate relationships with ministers, doesn't plot for military power, doesn't devise schemes, and doesn't try to please
His Majesty . He holds neither military nor financial power, and even with Emperor Yongzheng, he only knows how to fawn over women. His important retainers
are also facing mediocre prospects, and he can't compare to… to the Fourth Prince… Now that His Majesty's death is imminent, and the great matter is about to be settled, it
seems that the position of heir apparent… is utterly hopeless."

Sister You San didn't actually understand, but seeing the disappointment on his face as he spoke, she couldn't help but sarcastically remark:
"Yes, Master, there's no hope. You too have no hope of becoming a prime minister, minister, or Grand Councilor. There are no more refined
young ladies to play with... No wonder you're so devoted to me..."

Feng Ziying glanced at her, turned and sighed deeply. Then, gritting his teeth and waving his hand, he
finally couldn't hold back any longer and sneered, "Who told you that... Hmph, becoming a prime minister, minister, or Grand Councilor is certainly out of the question.
But His Majesty's illness is a time of great uncertainty. What do you know about court affairs...? I have my own
plans. Life and death hang in the balance; who can predict where wealth and honor will lie? Who knows which cloud will bring rain
... I think Fifth Master is actually..." " He's only interested in playing with girls, and hasn't read enough history books... Since ancient times, there have been no brothers in the imperial family. He wants to live a quiet and
peaceful life, and I'm determined to 'fulfill' his wish..."

He glanced at You Sanjie, unable to resist the urge to share his cunning for amusement, and
chuckled , "Do you know that the eldest daughter of your former Rongguo Mansion was Emperor Yongzheng's virtuous concubine, Yuan Chun?"

You Sanjie felt a chill run down her spine, but couldn't help replying, "Of course I know..."

Feng Ziying smiled coldly, "Just yesterday... our Fifth Master 'invited' her to the Grand View Garden for
a sisterly reunion. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; perhaps it's a case of 'lust is a double-edged sword'..."
…Now that our Fifth Prince is trying to tarnish his reputation and avoid disaster, I'll "serve" him well, "help" him, and give him a push.
Who knows…maybe he'll miscalculate and stumble, falling right into trouble…At that point, would
n't the Fourth Prince be delighted? The key is timing…Just like the Third Prince before, with his wolfish demeanor, everyone called him a "thieving
prince ." His Majesty's heart was naturally set on the Fourth Prince. It was fine for him to be a "thieving brother," as it wouldn't bother the Fourth Prince
. But a "thieving brother" is nowhere near as secure as a "dead prince." In the end, he still fell into the Eighth Prince's clutches and
was ultimately sentenced to death. The Fourth Prince, on the other hand, wept like a baby. Actually, I couldn't wait... Now, our master
wants to be a 'foolish younger brother,' but I don't know that while a 'foolish younger brother' is good, how can it be better than a 'death sentence younger brother'?"

He said, knowing that his third sister wouldn't understand, and unwilling to continue, he coldly said, "You
... just stay here obediently."... Thinking about it, unwilling to give up, he added smugly, "Maybe
one day... all the girls in your Grand View Garden will fall into my hands! You can have your fun with me, and then
I'll be as foolish as our Fifth Prince and make you a 'concubine'... Hahaha..." With that, he laughed loudly and
left.

To find out what happens next, please wait for the next chapter.

Truly:

Lust is a striped tiger

, Desire is a wolf from Zhongshan.

Throughout life , he schemes and

plots, Constantly busy calculating. He

disdains the small official hat,

Ultimately bearing the shackles.

When you advise someone to cherish the flowers,

It's already utterly absurd.

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