The Romantic Adventures of Huanzhu (28 Chapters)

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Chapter 132 It's Really Exciting (Part 3)

"Your Majesty?"

"Emperor?"

Hearing the eunuch outside the door shout "The Emperor has arrived!", the Empress Dowager and Ertai, who were naked and embracing, were immediately panicked.

"Ertai, quickly hide!"

The Empress Dowager hurriedly pushed Ertai away, quickly putting on her clothes while anxiously telling Ertai.

"It's too late, listen..."

Ertai put a finger to his lips and 'shh'ed. The Empress Dowager quieted down and indeed heard the Emperor's footsteps approaching the inner chamber door.

"What should we do?" The Empress Dowager was completely at a loss.

If her son, the Emperor, saw that his mother was 'cheating,' then...

Even though the Empress Dowager was usually calm and composed in the face of adversity, in this urgent situation, she, a woman, was inevitably at a loss.

"What to do..."

Ertai was momentarily at a loss. If the visitor were a princess or an empress, he could use the same trick again, even sacrificing his looks to win her over. But the visitor was Emperor Qianlong, and Ertai wasn't gay.

"Then..."

Ertai frowned, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "I've got it! Soul control! Yes, soul control! I've practiced soul control techniques, haven't I? If I can control Qianlong's soul, then... hehe..."

So he quickly stood up, reached out and pulled down the bed curtains beside the bed. Then he hid behind the Empress Dowager, covered the two of them with a thin quilt, and waited for the right moment to suddenly use his soul control technique on Qianlong.

As the footsteps of her son, Emperor Qianlong, drew ever closer, the Empress Dowager tacitly approved of Ertai's actions. Ertai's method was indeed the most suitable at the moment; she could simply say she was unwell and needed rest to send her son away. The Empress Dowager took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm her agitated mind.

"You all wait outside. I will go in alone to visit you,"

Qianlong instructed the eunuchs behind him, standing at the door.

"Yes,"

the eunuchs responded in unison, standing outside the door.

*Creak!* Qianlong pushed open the door to the Empress Dowager's inner chamber. When he was only three or four meters from the bed, he knelt and greeted her, "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

"Emperor, why have you come?"

The Empress Dowager forced herself to remain calm, making her voice sound normal.

"Hehe, your subject was worried about Your Majesty, so I came to inquire. What's wrong? Are you unwell, Mother?"

The Emperor moved a chair over and sat two meters opposite the bed, glancing at the lowered bed curtains as he asked.

"Yes, I haven't been feeling well

lately," the Empress Dowager yawned, feigning exhaustion.

"Oh, Mother, is something wrong? Has the imperial physician been summoned?"

Upon hearing the Empress Dowager say she wasn't feeling well, Qianlong immediately became worried. He looked around and asked, "Why isn't Mother being served? Someone—"

"Your Majesty, I told them to leave. I just had the imperial physician come to check my pulse and said I need to rest quietly. Too many people around would restrict air circulation and be bad for my rest..." the Empress

Dowager casually lied.

"Oh, is that so—"

Qianlong nodded. At this moment, two palace maids entered after hearing the Emperor call for 'someone.' Qianlong quickly waved his hand at them and said, "Alright, this is none of your business. You may leave."

The two maids replied, "Yes, Your Majesty," and backed out of the room, half-bowing, and gently closed the door behind them.

"Mother, have you taken your medicine?"

The two maids had barely left when Qianlong asked again with concern. He was extremely filial to the Empress Dowager.

"Yes, I have. The maids served me,"

the Empress Dowager replied, forcing herself to remain calm, though inwardly she was burning with anxiety. Every moment her son Qianlong lingered here increased the 'danger'. She wasn't afraid of herself; after all, she was the Empress Dowager. Even if her son Qianlong knew about her 'affair,' he wouldn't do anything to her to avoid affecting the situation. However, Ertai's life was likely... doomed.

The Empress Dowager had fallen in love with Ertai, not only with his large penis but also with him as a person, and naturally didn't want her beloved young man to suffer even the slightest harm. She only wanted her son, Qianlong, to leave quickly, so she gave him the order to leave, saying, "Your Majesty, there are so many important matters of state waiting for you to attend to. You shouldn't waste your time here."

"It's alright, hehe."

Qianlong bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Mother's health is more important than state affairs. I'd rather stay here and keep you company a little longer."

"No need. You are the ruler of the country. The well-being of the people is the most important thing. How can I compare to the people of the world? You should go and attend to state affairs, lest you give others cause for criticism and I become a sinner for all time."

Seeing that she couldn't get rid of Qianlong, the Empress Dowager had no choice but to present the facts and reason with her.

"Hehe, Mother, what are you saying? What sinner for all time? Our dynasty governs the world with filial piety. If I'm not by your side when you're sick, wouldn't I become a sinner for all time?"

Qianlong had been well-versed in the classics since childhood, and his speech was quite sharp. He also began to present the facts and reason with the Empress Dowager.

"Emperor, you..."

"Alright, Mother, you should rest well. Your son will stay here and talk to you."

The Empress Dowager wanted to say something more, but before she could say more, Qianlong interrupted her. As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face

. Since Qianlong was smiling and insisted on keeping his mother company, the Empress Dowager couldn't force him to leave. For a moment, the Empress Dowager was at a loss... She could only gently kick Ertai's calf with her white little foot, turn around and whisper, "Ertai, hide well, and don't say a word."

"Mmm..."

Ertai replied softly with a grin, but grabbed the white little foot that the Empress Dowager had kicked his calf. This foot was so white and delicate, with a hint of pink blush, as tender and delicate as a newborn baby's. What's more, this beautiful foot had just made his calf unbearably itchy.

He was in the prime of his life, his body exceptionally sensitive. He had already been burning with intense desire, but Qianlong's sudden appearance had temporarily suppressed his restlessness. Now, however, the Empress Dowager's beautiful foot gently hooked his foot, reigniting the smoldering lust within him.

"Ah...no...don't...mmm..."

His small feet were grasped by Ertai's large hand, his fingers playing with and tickling the soles and toes. The Empress Dowager immediately felt aroused, letting out a soft moan. She was instantly worried, fearing her son Qianlong, separated only by a curtain, would notice something amiss.

Fortunately, although the bed curtains weren't very thick, their color was extremely dark. Coupled with Qianlong's poor eyesight, he only saw blurry silhouettes and didn't see, nor would he suspect, that a man was hiding under the Empress Dowager's blankets. However, he clearly heard the Empress Dowager's 'moan,' but assumed it was due to her discomfort.

So Qianlong asked with concern, "Mother, are you still feeling unwell?"

"Ah?"

At this moment, the Empress Dowager was begging Ertai not to tease her when she suddenly heard Qianlong's question. She was startled and then said in a flustered tone, "Yes, oh no, I was just thinking of Rong Mama."

Fortunately, she had a quick wit and brought up Rong Mama to smooth things over.

"Hehe, Mother, you truly have the heart of a Bodhisattva."

Hearing the Empress Dowager's hesitant tone when she mentioned Rong Momo, Qianlong assumed it was due to her grief and comforted her, "Mother, Rong Momo died in your place, which is her destiny. Besides, I followed your instructions and gave her a proper burial according to the regulations for a princess, and posthumously conferred her a title, which is enough to settle things with her. You don't need to be too sad.

" "Hmm...yes...ah...the Emperor's actions...hmm...so

kind and righteous...I think Rong Momo...um...in the afterlife...umm...would be grateful to the Emperor...umm ...

The Empress Dowager's jade feet were not only beautifully curved with high arches, but also had fair, fleshy toes and delicate ankles. The spaces between her toes were particularly sensitive G-spots. As Ertai's hot penis moved back and forth between them, she felt as if her whole body was boiling, churning, and burning. She couldn't help but moan softly.

"Mmm...so hot...stop...don't..."

Her words were broken and intermittent due to her body's trembling, sounding like both grief and physical pain. This caused Qianlong to suddenly stand up and walk quickly to the bedside, saying worriedly, "Mother, don't be sad. Take care of your health."

"Ah...no..."

Ertai's penis continued to thrust between the Empress Dowager's toes while his large hand moved up her soft, delicate legs. Just as he was about to touch the Empress Dowager's mysterious and deep vulva, she couldn't help but moan and try to stop him.

However, the Empress Dowager regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. She had clearly forgotten about her son, Emperor Qianlong. Fortunately, Qianlong happened to reach out to lift the bed curtains. Hearing the Empress Dowager's "No," he quickly pulled his hand back and explained, "Empress Dowager, I just wanted to see if you had a fever. Your voice sounds strained, like you're in great pain."

"No...nothing...cough cough...just a slight cold...um...Your Majesty, please sit back...don't...ah...don't infect you...cough cough..."

The Empress Dowager pretended to cough because of a sore throat from a cold, trying to hide her panic. She thought to herself, "Thank goodness, Hongli was just about to lift the bed curtains, otherwise I would have had a hard time explaining myself.

" "Empress Dowager, please don't try to tough it out. If it's really not good, we should still call the imperial physician."

Qianlong stood by the bed, looking at the Empress Dowager through the half-transparent bed curtains, and said with concern.

"Hmm...okay...I...hmm...I'll listen to you...By the way, Your Majesty...you should go see the Empress...Granny Rong is very close to her...um...at this moment...um...the Empress must be feeling...um...not well...you...go and...show her some concern...it's a good opportunity...to ease...um...your relationship..."

Hidden behind the Empress Dowager, Ertai became increasingly 'unrestrained'. He had originally only been stroking and massaging the Empress Dowager's little honey hole with his fingertips, but now he inserted his index and middle fingers into the passage of her beautiful hole, thrusting them back and forth.

Under his stimulation, the Empress Dowager's body became increasingly hot, and her arousal intensified. The moans escaping her lips could no longer be suppressed or controlled. She dared not make any large movements to stop Ertai, lest her son outside the bed curtains notice something amiss. She could only let Ertai continue his 'misbehavior' without restraint, while she herself brought up the Empress, hoping that the Emperor would go and concern himself with the Empress and leave her.

However, Emperor Qianlong was a very filial son. Seeing his mother "sick" and "in pain," he was unwilling to leave. He asked with increasing concern and anxiety, "Mother, why is your voice getting weaker and weaker? Is your body in great pain? I also caught a cold recently. When it flared up, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body ached. I think we should summon the imperial physician immediately."

"No...no need...um...I'm fine...I'm fine...you should...um...go to the Empress...ah..."

The Empress Dowager put her fingers in her mouth, desperately trying to suppress the groans in her throat.

"No, I won't go. I'll stay here with you, Mother. I'll go to the Empress when you feel better..."

Qianlong said stubbornly, then turned around, making a gesture to have the imperial physician summoned to treat the Empress Dowager.

Just then, Ertai, who was hiding behind the Empress Dowager, suddenly sat up and chanted incantations towards the back of Qianlong's head. Then, a seven-colored light, imperceptible to the naked eye, shot towards Qianlong's head like a sharp sword.

Chapter 133 It's really exciting (Part 4)

'Whoosh!' The light shot towards Qianlong, and Ertai quickly hid behind the Empress Dowager again, raising his head slightly, leaving only his eyes to examine Qianlong.

He had not yet mastered the Soul Control Technique, and it could only be effective when the opponent was completely unprepared. Just now, he had provoked the Empress Dowager to lure Qianlong into a trap. As soon as the Empress Dowager groaned, Qianlong would subjectively believe that the Empress Dowager was in pain because of illness. And since Qianlong was a filial son, he would naturally focus all his energy on the Empress Dowager's illness and would have no time to pay attention to Ertai's attack.

"Hmph!"

Ertai was brimming with confidence, certain that this attack would shatter Qianlong's mind. Once he controlled Qianlong, he could "use the emperor to command the princes," seizing the entire Qing dynasty. However, what happened next was like a bolt from the blue, completely ruining his good mood.

Ertai's Seven-Colored Bewitching Technique was less than three feet from Qianlong's head, about to penetrate him, when suddenly, a purple mist floated from Qianlong's body, instantly condensing into a protective shield around his head. With a crisp "clang," the shield completely blocked the beam of light Ertai had unleashed!

Moreover, the shield's energy was clearly much stronger than Ertai's Bewitching Technique. After blocking the Bewitching Technique, a dense purple beam suddenly burst forth from the shield, instantly dispelling the Bewitching Technique and making it disappear completely.

"Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi?"

Ertai was startled, suddenly recalling a myth he had read in a previous life. It said that all emperors in the mortal world were sons of gods, possessing bodies of mortal flesh but harboring a mysterious aura tens of thousands of times stronger than ordinary people—this aura was 'Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi'.

"Could this myth be true?"

Ertai wondered. He carefully recalled the description in the book, which stated that regardless of birth, once an emperor ascended the throne, Heaven would implant Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi within him. While this qi couldn't transform an emperor's mortal body into steel, it could withstand the mental attacks of villains. It's often said,

'It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.' Emperors resided year-round in the high-walled palaces, and some were skilled in martial arts, easily unafraid of three or five assassins. Therefore, openly killing an emperor was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

However, if open methods fail, clandestine ones are still possible, such as poisoning. If the assassin is highly skilled and possesses knowledge of esoteric or unorthodox techniques, they can use their mental power to manipulate the emperor, as Ertai just did.

Heaven creates all things in balance, and whether in the mortal realm or the ethereal celestial realm, the distinction between rulers and the ruled is unavoidable; otherwise, the world would inevitably descend into chaos.

However, as the saying goes, "For every happy person, there is an unhappy one." Therefore, regardless of whether the current ruler is popular, diligent, or considerate of the nation, there will always be those who are satisfied and those who are not, even those who have benefited and those who haven't. Amidst this contradiction, countless people attempt to harm the current ruler, employing methods such as usurpation and rebellion.

But these methods of usurpation and rebellion are all overt. If the ruler is popular, strategic, and resourceful, he can quell the rebellion and appease the people. However, if the ruler has lost the support of the people, only seeks comfort, and lacks any ability, then losing the throne is entirely his own fault.

There are other ways to harm the current ruler—the so-called covert and underhanded tactics. Whether the ruler can avoid these tactics depends on their own fate.

Besides this, there is another poisonous method in this world that can harm rulers: the soul-controlling technique used by Ertai, which can be roughly classified as a "strange move" or "evil move." However, in this vast mortal world, those who know martial arts are extremely rare, let alone masters who can use soul-controlling techniques; describing them as "as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns" is not an exaggeration.

But even though they are "as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns," such masters still exist in the world. Imagine if such masters really wanted to harm or control others, how many people in this world could resist them? Furthermore, imagine if all these people wanted to control the ruler, which ruler could still rule peacefully? It would be more straightforward to simply hand over the country to those who can control souls!

Therefore, in order to counterbalance such masters of soul control, the wonder and mystery of the heavens' creation became apparent. From the day a ruler became a ruler, the heavens implanted the Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi into his body to resist the mental attacks of masters of soul control.

"Damn it, I don't even know if this is true or false!"

After sorting through his memories of the Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi from his past life, Ertai couldn't help but curse inwardly. If what that book said was true, then his plan to control Qianlong through Soul Control Technique was doomed.

Unconvinced, he secretly sat up again while Qianlong wasn't paying attention and struck at Qianlong with another Bewitching Technique. This strike was clearly much stronger than the previous one. He thought that although Qianlong did indeed have Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi in his body, the energy of the purple qi might not be stronger than the energy of his Seven-Colored Bewitching Technique.

"Bang!"

Ertai's strike hit the protective shield formed by the Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi around Qianlong's head heavily, immediately producing a sound that sounded like a hydrogen explosion to him, but no one else could hear it. With this explosion, the protective shield behind Qianlong's head cracked under Ertai's strike and began to shake, and Qianlong's body swayed precariously.

"There's hope!"

Seeing the protective shield showing signs of breaking, Ertai was overjoyed. He immediately unleashed an even more powerful bewitching spell at Qianlong.

"Bang!"

"Crack crack crack!"

Another muffled sound rang out, followed by the crisp sound of the Heavenly Fate Purple Qi protective shield shattering. Under Ertai's two powerful attacks, the shield had already shattered to the point where only a thin layer of protection remained. Ertai was even more delighted. He chanted incantations repeatedly and unleashed his most powerful attack, determined to completely destroy the shield.

"Boom!"

When this violent attack struck the shield, which was already like a withered leaf in a storm, a strange, earth-shattering explosion was heard. The shield shattered into glittering purple fragments that flew everywhere. Ertai's Seven-Colored Bewitching Spell, however, did not stop. After shattering Qianlong's Heavenly Fate Purple Qi defense, it shot towards Qianlong's mind like an arrow.

"Clang!"

Just as the Bewitching Technique was about to pierce Qianlong's head and touch his hair, a protective shield, even darker in color, brighter in light, and stronger in energy, suddenly appeared on the back of his head, completely blocking Ertai's attack.

"How could this be..."

Ertai's eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at everything before him, muttering, "How many layers of this Heavenly Fate Purple Qi are there?"

However, what surprised him even more was that his Bewitching Technique was actually absorbed by the Heavenly Fate Purple Qi protective shield. In the blink of an eye, the Bewitching Technique, infused with hundreds of times more energy than before, burst forth from the protective shield and shot towards Ertai.

"A backlash from the Bewitching Technique?"

Ertai stared in horror at the Bewitching Technique reflecting off him, suddenly remembering what the Supreme Joyful Union Scripture had mentioned: if the opponent's mental strength was stronger than one's own, the Bewitching Technique would inevitably backfire, with unimaginable consequences; in severe cases, it could even lead to the complete rupture of all bones and meridians, resulting in death!

At this critical moment, Ertai held his breath, sealed all his meridians and acupoints, and his fingers rapidly formed several strange hand seals, frantically drawing upon the wolf energy in his dantian to build a thick protective shield in front of him, forcefully blocking the Bewitching Technique reflecting off him.

*Gulp!* Ertai exerted all his strength to block the Bewitching Technique and neutralize its energy, rendering its power intangible. Even so, the powerful backlash caused his body to tremble violently, the deafening sound ringing in his ears, and a burning pain in his chest, as if he had been violently butted by a rhinoceros. A surge of hot fluid welled in his throat; fearing that the sound of vomiting blood would alert Qianlong, he could only forcefully swallow the blood back down.

"Damn it!"

Ertai clenched his fists, cursing angrily in his heart. He had originally planned to use this opportunity to control Qianlong and use him for his own purposes, but unexpectedly, Qianlong possessed the Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi, completely disrupting Ertai's plans.

Although Ertai failed to control Qianlong, he did manage to injure him. Being only a mortal, Qianlong couldn't see the clash between the Heavenly Mandate Purple Qi and the Bewitching Technique, but the energy fluctuations from the collision of the two powerful energies left him disoriented. He felt as if the heavens and earth had turned upside down, his body swaying uncontrollably, on the verge of collapsing.

"Emperor, what's wrong?"

Only a few seconds had passed between Ertai's first strike of the Bewitching Technique and the backlash from the final blow. The Empress Dowager hadn't noticed a thing. She only saw Qianlong, who had been perfectly fine just seconds before, suddenly swaying as if drunk, and immediately asked with concern.

"Mother, I'm fine, I'm fine... I just feel... so dizzy."

Qianlong clutched his head, swaying as he slowly made his way to the chair he had just been sitting on. He gripped the chair with his right hand, bracing himself against the chair's surface to support himself as he nearly collapsed. He then laboriously turned around and plopped down on the chair, his exhausted body leaning against the backrest, panting heavily.

"Emperor, don't push yourself. I think you should summon the imperial physician..."

the Empress Dowager said, her heart aching at her son's pained expression.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll be fine after a short rest. Perhaps it's because I've been so busy with state affairs and reviewing memorials lately that I'm feeling a bit dizzy,"

Qianlong replied, clenching his fist and pounding his forehead. He was a proud man and reluctant to summon the imperial physician easily, and besides, he didn't want the Empress Dowager to worry about him.

"Alright then, you can rest here with me. If it really gets worse, you must summon the imperial physician."

In truth, the Empress Dowager was reluctant to summon the imperial physician. Judging from the Emperor's current state, he was likely too weak to walk. The physician would inevitably have to examine the Emperor in her presence, and the maids and servants would have to attend to him. With all this coming and going, it was inevitable that people would notice Ertai hiding behind her. However, the Empress Dowager was, after all, Qianlong's mother, and naturally, she cared for her son. So, she instructed him with concern, "If you really can't hold on, you must summon the imperial physician. "

"Yes, Mother, you are still weak. Don't worry about me. I'll rest here for a while and I'll be fine," Qianlong replied, forcing a smile. "Hmm..." the Empress Dowager responded, but still somewhat worriedly peered at Qianlong. This action, however, aroused Ertai's jealousy. He felt a pang of resentment, thinking, "I'm still feeling unwell, and you're only concerned about your son." The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the stronger his jealousy grew. In a fit of rage, he forcefully dug into the Empress Dowager's vulva with his index and middle fingers, causing her delicate body to tremble violently and she to let out an involuntary "Ah!" Chapter 134 It's Really Exciting (Part 5) "Ah..." As Ertai's two fingers forcefully dug into her lower abdomen, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but shudder. A tingling, numbing sensation instantly spread from her vulva throughout her body, causing her to instinctively let out a soft moan. "Mother, what's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?" Qianlong was sitting in a chair resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly heard the Empress Dowager's "Ah!" and quickly asked with concern. "No...nothing...ah...I just remembered something from when you were little, hehe, I thought it was interesting, so..." The Empress Dowager blushed deeply and stammered her explanation. "Hehe, what was so interesting?" Upon hearing that it was something from his childhood, Qianlong also became interested. "Yes..." The Empress Dowager racked her brains and finally remembered an embarrassing incident from Qianlong's childhood, which she then recounted to him. Qianlong listened with great interest, occasionally interjecting. Since the mother and son were chatting about the past, Ertai couldn't, and shouldn't, interrupt, so he could only busy himself on the Empress Dowager's beautiful body. He quietly raised his head and glanced at Qianlong through the bed curtains, noticing that Qianlong was half-reclined on the back of the chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, not looking at the bed. Ertai became bolder. Of course, his boldness didn't mean he wanted to take advantage of Qianlong's unpreparedness to control his soul again. Having learned from his previous experience, Ertai wouldn't act rashly before finding a way to break the Heavenly Fate Purple Qi, lest he be harmed by the bewitching spell. The so-called boldness involved him secretly lifting the blanket covering him and the Empress Dowager while Qianlong wasn't looking, then embracing the Empress Dowager's fair and voluptuous body from behind and groping her body. "Ah..." The Empress Dowager was engrossed in her conversation with Qianlong when she suddenly felt a chill. She realized it was Ertai who had removed the blanket. Just as she was about to cover herself again, Ertai embraced her from behind, his large hands already roaming over her breasts, lower abdomen, vulva, and legs. "No... ah... don't... His Majesty is here..." She quickly turned around, her small hands grasping Ertai's groping hands, softly trying to stop him. "It's alright, you two chat, I'll do my thing..." Ertai whispered with a wicked smile, bringing his mouth close to the Empress Dowager's ear and nibbling at her jade-like earlobe. "You..." The Empress Dowager was speechless for a moment, and dared not make any big moves with Qianlong present. She could only plead softly, "Good Ertai, please don't do anything rash. Once I've coaxed the Emperor away, you can do whatever you want, okay?" "No!" Unexpectedly, Ertai completely disregarded the Empress Dowager's request and refused outright. Then he whispered, "I'll be quiet, it'll be alright, the Emperor won't hear me..." "Ertai, you..." "Mother, why did you suddenly stop talking?" The Empress Dowager was about to dissuade Ertai, but Qianlong was in the middle of a lively conversation. Hearing the Empress Dowager suddenly stop talking, he couldn't help but ask. "Oh, it's..." In order not to let Qianlong notice anything amiss, the Empress Dowager had no choice but to continue the previous topic, and the small hand that was tightly gripping Ertai's wrist involuntarily loosened. This thrilled Ertai immensely. Since the Empress Dowager couldn't forcefully stop him due to Emperor Qianlong's presence, he could do as he pleased. Overjoyed, he gently lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her body from head to toe. Then, following her smooth, white legs down to her beautiful feet, he was immediately captivated. The Empress Dowager's jade feet were truly exquisite, as white and flawless as jade, or like a crystal ball, shimmering with a soft glow, exuding a gentle, warm, and elegant beauty. Ertai gently cradled the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet in his hands, bringing them close to his face to admire them closely. These feet, as exquisite as the most precious works of art in the world, possessed graceful lines, a perfectly sculpted arch, long, delicate toes, and flawlessly beautiful ankles. Everything about them captivated Ertai, making him infatuated and mad! He recalled how it was seeing the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet that first sparked his association with stockings. And now, he held a pair of black stockings in his arms, eager to see how sexy and alluring the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet and legs would appear against those black stockings. He was practically impatient, and couldn't resist taking the stockings from his robes, rolling up the cuffs, and pulling the stockings over the Empress Dowager's delicate feet. Although the Empress Dowager was talking to her son, Emperor Qianlong, about the past, the situation remained highly tense. On one hand, she worried that her son would discover her affair with Ertai; on the other hand, she feared that Ertai would become unrestrained and try to take advantage of her in front of Qianlong. Fortunately, Ertai was relatively "well-behaved," only kissing and touching her body without making any real moves, which reassured the Empress Dowager somewhat. However, her anxiety didn't last long before she noticed something strange about her beautiful feet. She felt that Ertai was putting something on her feet, something smooth and silky. While dealing with Qianlong, she curiously looked at her feet, which were now partially covered by a black object resembling a thin veil. Ertai was now wrapping the object around her ankles and then around her long, beautiful legs. "What is this?" The Empress Dowager couldn't help but wonder. Judging from its material, it looked like a silk scarf, yet it was worn on her feet. Could it be... a sock? The Empress Dowager thought of socks, but immediately dismissed the idea. Throughout the Qing Dynasty, socks for both men and women were made of white silk, completely covering the feet. How could something like this be worn half-concealed on the feet? Wouldn't that be indecent? Besides, socks at most went up to the ankle and were tied with ties. How could this thing be wrapped up to her calves by Ertai? And looking at the black thing he was holding in his hand, it seemed to be connected to the thing on her feet and calves. Could it... be worn up to her thighs? That... how embarrassing... The Empress Dowager's cheeks flushed red. She thought to herself, if this thing were really worn by her, how frivolous and indecent it would be. Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Ertai, take this off quickly, it's so embarrassing..."

"What's so shameful about it? They're just socks. Why can't I wear socks like these?"

Ertai said casually.

"What? You mean... these are... socks..."

Hearing Ertai say they were socks, the Empress Dowager blushed even more. How could there be such... such revealing socks? How could she, who was always conservative, bear this?

"Yes, these are stockings..." Ertai lowered his voice and chuckled, glancing at Qianlong. Seeing that he hadn't noticed anything, he looked at the Empress Dowager with a mischievous grin and said playfully, "Empress Dowager, wearing these stockings will make you even more beautiful and sexy."

"No... don't... I don't want to wear them..."

Although the Empress Dowager didn't understand what 'sexy' meant, she guessed it was probably similar to 'beautiful,' and couldn't help but stop Ertai's actions in a coquettish voice.

Because of her excitement, her voice involuntarily rose a few decibels. Qianlong, who was enthusiastically reminiscing about his childhood, frowned in confusion and asked curiously, "Mother, what do you mean by 'don't want'? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. Mother suddenly remembered that once you made a mistake, and the late Emperor Yongzheng wanted to beat you to death. I was a little scared afterward, so..."

the Empress Dowager hurriedly explained.

"Hehe, Mother, you remembered that incident? No wonder you said 'don't want'! Wasn't it you who begged the late Emperor not to beat me?"

Hearing the Empress Dowager's explanation, Qianlong had no more questions and didn't think much of it, continuing to tell the Empress Dowager about his childhood.

The Empress Dowager, while agreeing with Qianlong, also tried to stop Ertai's actions. However, one cannot do two things at once, and several times she misinterpreted Qianlong's words, causing him to repeatedly ask her what was wrong.

"No, nothing... I just remembered..."

Every time, the Empress Dowager had to rack her brains to use something from Qianlong's childhood to gloss over the matter. Even with her usually good memory, she was still struggling to come up with something in this situation, and was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Taking advantage of the Empress Dowager's distraction, Ertai put both stockings on her beautiful legs, then held them in his hands, admiring his 'masterpiece' with shining eyes.

The Empress Dowager lay slightly to her side on the bed, her curves exquisite and alluring. Ertai had pushed her pale purple bodice up to her neck, revealing her two fair, full breasts, smooth, flat abdomen, and slender waist. She wore tight purple trousers that accentuated her round, full buttocks, which, as she curled up, were slightly raised towards Ertai, outlining a captivating curve and revealing the subtle shape of her cleft. Black stockings adorned

her legs, adding a touch of wild allure to her beautiful figure. Her long, fair legs, encased in black stockings, created a striking contrast, yet they blended perfectly—the white dazzling, the black captivating—both so alluring they were mesmerizing!

"So beautiful, so sexy!"

Ertai exclaimed repeatedly, unable to resist picking up the Empress Dowager's black-stockinged feet and gently caressing them.

These feet were simply stunning; encased in semi-transparent black stockings, the Empress Dowager's pink-painted toes were faintly visible, incredibly sexy. Because of the Empress Dowager's meticulous care, her white and tender feet emitted a delicate fragrance of pearl powder, which smelled wonderful.

Inhaling the fragrance of the Empress Dowager's feet and feeling their softness and smoothness in his hands, Ertai couldn't resist grabbing her other foot and using the soles of her two feet to gently squeeze and rub his raging, almost fiery penis.

This was the first time the Empress Dowager had ever received a footjob, and she was incredibly shy. The fact that her son was right there outside the bed curtains only added to her shame. The hardness and heat of Ertai's penis against her feet made her heart tremble, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, "Mmm...uh...so hot...ah..."

Ertai stole a glance at Qianlong, who was engrossed in chatting with the Empress Dowager about their childhood, completely unaware that his mother was behind the bed curtains giving him a footjob. A sense of pride welled up within Ertai, and driven by this pride, he gripped the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet even more tightly, clamping his large penis between them and stroking it back and forth.

As Ertai intensified his movements, the hot, hard glans of his penis pressed even more tightly against the Empress Dowager's soles, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, as if currents were surging through her veins. She couldn't help but moan, "Mmm...no...stop...ahhh..."

Ertai was in the throes of extreme pleasure and was unwilling to stop. In fact, he became increasingly 'outrageous.' He first thrust his large penis rapidly in and out of the Empress Dowager's soles for a while, then held one of her beautiful feet with his right hand and continued to stroke and rub it against his penis, while his left hand held her other beautiful foot and hoisted her leg onto his shoulder.

In this way, the area between the Empress Dowager's legs was exposed to Ertai's eyes. Because the Empress Dowager's purple tight-fitting panties were semi-transparent, as Ertai lifted the Empress Dowager's beautiful legs, the panties clung tightly to her vulva, and even the shape of her labia could be clearly seen.

"Good girl, you're aroused..."

Ertai said with a wicked smile, looking at the wet patch in the center of the Empress Dowager's panties. As he spoke, he held the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet with one hand and kept rubbing his penis against them. His other hand followed the smooth legs and touched the Empress Dowager's soft, moist vulva. His fingers skillfully went into the panties from the bottom, and his index and middle fingers were straight, drawing circles on the Empress Dowager's moist vulva...

"No... I'm not... Ahh... No... Stop it..."

The Empress Dowager blushed and denied that she was aroused, but her body had an involuntary and strong physiological reaction under Ertai's teasing.

"Still saying no? Look how damp it is here."

Ertai suddenly realized that being intimate with the Empress Dowager next to Qianlong gave him a strange, indescribable pleasure, so he couldn't help but tease and stimulate her with his words.

"No... um... don't say it... it's so embarrassing... please... let me go... ah..."

Her son was less than two meters away from the bed curtain, and she was having an affair with Ertai on the bed just a curtain away. The Empress Dowager felt extremely ashamed, but at the same time, she felt a different kind of pleasure. This pleasure was something she had never experienced before, a hundred times stronger and more comfortable than any pleasure she had ever felt before! Stimulated

by this strange pleasure, the Empress Dowager, while ashamed, couldn't help but secretly lift her snowy buttocks, actively bringing her wet vulva to Ertai's fingers, so that Ertai's fingers, which were kneading her vulva, could bring her even more intense pleasure.

Ertai naturally sensed the Empress Dowager's change and needs. He had previously only been circling his fingers around the entrance of her vagina, but now he unceremoniously inserted his index and middle fingers into her honeyed passage and began to stir vigorously. The passage made a series of "tsk tsk tsk" sounds with each movement, and vaginal fluid gushed out from Ertai's hand.

The Empress Dowager twisted her slender waist violently, moaning incessantly, her fair toes, painted with light pink nail polish, curling tightly.

"Mmm...so good...Ertai...your fingers...ah...so good...my vagina...mmm...so comfortable..." The

Empress Dowager involuntarily thrust her large, snowy buttocks to meet Ertai's fingers as they moved in and out of her beautiful vagina, fragrant vaginal fluid dripping from her buttocks onto the sheets.

Ertai spread the Empress Dowager's legs as wide as possible, and her tender vulva was stretched to its maximum. Ertai even inserted his ring finger into her vulva, making it three fingers that were rapidly thrusting and grinding into the Empress Dowager's vulva, digging and grinding the flesh walls on both sides of the vulva. His slender fingertips would occasionally press heavily against the flower core at the deepest part of the vulva.

Three fingers filled the old lady's beautiful hole tightly, the friction of flesh against flesh almost without gaps made the pleasure as intense as a tide. The old lady's body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and the moans from her mouth were also uncontrollable, "Ertai... your fingers... ah... you are so good at it... sister... um... I can't, I can't take it... harder... ah ah..."

"Quickly... harder... harder... give it to me... use yours to insert into me... my hole is so... itchy... I'm going to... I'm going to... come... um... so... uncomfortable..."

Her whole body clenched, and she forcefully lifted her snowy buttocks to meet Ertai's movements. Her tender white legs clenched tightly, and glistening vaginal fluid gushed out from her wide-open beautiful hole, and her labia contracted violently.

The Empress Dowager was brought to orgasm by Ertai's fingers in front of her son, Emperor Qianlong. Her final moans were a passionate cry, clearly oblivious to Qianlong's presence outside the curtain. He, of course, noticed something amiss and asked with concern, "Mother, are you still feeling unwell?"

"No...no...ah..."

the Empress Dowager replied, drenched in sweat and panting.

"You sounded unwell, saying something like 'I can't take it anymore, it's so uncomfortable...' Mother, if you're really unwell, please don't force yourself. We should call the imperial physician."

Qianlong's tone was even more concerned. He had no idea that the Empress Dowager's moans were caused by a man. In his eyes, his mother was the most 'virtuous' woman in the world, incapable of adultery.

"No...um...no need to call the imperial physician...Mother needs to rest...ah...tomorrow...um...I'll be fine..."

the Empress Dowager replied to Qianlong while struggling to suppress her panting.

However, Ertai wouldn't let her have any peace. He pulled the Empress Dowager's legs in front of him and wrapped them around his waist. Then, he guided his throbbing, red penis to her vulva and began to rub and grind it in circles.

"Ertai...no...please...don't...stop...uh..."

The Empress Dowager became anxious. She had already felt unfaithful and promiscuous because Ertai's fingers had aroused her in front of Qianlong. If they were to engage in intimate acts now...

no woman could accept such a thing. After all, in the eyes of the world, Ertai and the Empress Dowager's relationship was 'adultery' and 'incest'. They should have been secretly expressing their desires in private, not openly making love in front of their son, who could call her 'Grandma,' just behind a curtain.

Furthermore, the Empress Dowager had always been a woman of extremely conservative values. Incest with Ertai had already crossed her bottom line. How could she, as the Empress Dowager and a model mother for all, accept such a thing in front of her son, Emperor Qianlong?

And if Qianlong discovered their affair, how could she face him?

Therefore, the Empress Dowager pressed her small, delicate hands firmly against Ertai's stomach, pleadingly whispering, "Ertai, please, don't do this."

"It's alright, Lian'er. I'll be slow and gentle; it won't make too much noise,"

Ertai whispered, trying to smooth things over.

"No, no, Ertai, be good. I'm already your woman. Are you afraid you won't have another chance? After the Emperor leaves, you can do whatever you want with me, okay?"

The Empress Dowager's expression was as if she were crying. She really didn't dare let Ertai put his big penis into her vagina. Just now, his three fingers had already made her dizzy and forget herself. If this big cock, which she both loved and hated, were to enter, how could she resist the release of the joyful instinct from the deepest part of her heart?

She remembered the previous times, Ertai's big cock had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure. And now this thing was bigger, longer, and harder than before. The pleasure would only be stronger, more intense, and more stimulating than before. Her uncontrollable moans would also be higher, louder, and more intense. In this way, wouldn't Qianlong find out about her 'illicit affair' with Ertai?

Thinking of this, the Empress Dowager was horrified and broke out in a cold sweat, but Ertai seemed fearless, focusing only on rubbing his large penis against the entrance of her vagina. His hot, hard glans had even begun to slowly penetrate her.

She was immediately anxious and pleaded, "Good Ertai, please, don't make things difficult for me. I am the Empress Dowager! If—then—"

"Please, just bear with it this time. Afterwards, you can do whatever you want, okay?"

The Empress Dowager looked at Ertai with a mixture of anxiety, grievance, shame, and expectation. Ertai, not being heartless, sighed and reluctantly withdrew his large penis from the Empress Dowager's vagina.

Seeing that he had heeded her advice, the Empress Dowager breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing Ertai's dejected expression, she felt a pang of pain in her heart and blushed as she whispered, "Ertai, bear with it. I'll find a way to coax the Emperor away."

With that, the Empress Dowager spoke through the bed curtains to Qianlong, who was sitting in a chair, "Emperor, it's getting dark. You should go back and review the memorials. I won't keep you any longer."

"Ah!"

Upon hearing the Empress Dowager's words, Qianlong turned his head to look out the window. Sure enough, the sun was setting and the sky was ablaze with evening glow. He slapped his forehead and said, "It really is evening! Mother, now that you mention it, I really do feel a bit hungry. Mother, you must be hungry too. I'll keep you company for dinner."

Without waiting for the Empress Dowager's agreement, he loudly called out, "Someone, bring dinner!"

The Empress Dowager and Ertai, who were on the bed, were both extremely annoyed when they heard Qianlong 'take it upon himself' to say he wanted to stay for dinner. However, he was the Emperor, and his word was law. The Empress Dowager couldn't do anything about it and could only gently persuade him, "Emperor, you should go back to your work. I'm feeling better and want to rest."

"Hehe, Mother, as the saying goes, food is the foundation of life. Let me keep you company for dinner. It's been so long since we ate together. I really miss that feeling. Please grant my request."

"But..."

"Mother, please don't say 'but'."

The Empress Dowager wanted to persuade him further, but Qianlong interrupted her with a smile, "State affairs are plentiful, and we'll never finish them all. A little more time won't make a difference."

"Well... alright..."

The Empress Dowager couldn't persuade Qianlong, and she didn't want to send him away directly, so she could only reluctantly agree.

"Hey, Mother, you know what, chatting with you really works! I was feeling dizzy just now, but I feel much better now, hehe."

Qianlong patted his forehead, feeling that his dizziness had subsided and his body was no longer trembling. He stood up to stretch his limbs, and seeing him stand up, Ertai hurriedly hid behind the Empress Dowager again.

A moment later, Qianlong sat back down in his chair, looking at the bedside, and said to the Empress Dowager with a smile, "Mother, do you still remember when I received a reward from Emperor Kangxi during the Mulan Autumn Examination?" "

Yes, yes, how could Mother not remember?"

Seeing that she couldn't get Qianlong to leave, the Empress Dowager could only try to distract him by chatting with him.

The mother and daughter chatted enthusiastically, but Ertai, hiding behind the Empress Dowager, was extremely aroused. The Empress Dowager's half-undressed back was simply too alluring. Her bodice had been pushed up to her neck, revealing her smooth, delicate back. Her tight trousers accentuated her round, pert buttocks, and her beautiful legs and feet, especially, looked incredibly sexy and seductive against the backdrop of black stockings, making him unable to resist indulging in fantasies.

The next moment, he turned his fantasy into action, half-lying behind the Empress Dowager, holding her beautiful feet in black stockings in his hands, bringing them to his face, rubbing them vigorously, and occasionally sniffing them.

"Ah..."

Feeling the tingling, itchy stimulation on the soles of her feet again, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her beautiful body trembling slightly. However, this time she didn't refuse, but turned her head and whispered to Ertai, "Ertai, be gentle, don't make any noise."

"Mmm."

Ertai responded indistinctly while kissing the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet. When his saliva was all over the Empress Dowager's jade feet, he pulled the Empress Dowager's beautiful feet and clamped his large penis between the soles of her feet.

"Mmm...so comfortable..."

Ertai murmured comfortably to himself. The Empress Dowager's beautiful feet were originally thin and delicate, the kind of exquisite feet. Combined with black stockings, they looked extremely sexy. At first, the Empress Dowager was led by Ertai to rub against Ertai's penis, but later she was aroused by Ertai and forgot about shame, even actively using her toes to tease Ertai's glans.

The beautiful, white, silk-stockinged toes rubbed intensely against Ertai's purplish-red glans, producing a lewd, hissing sound. Ertai felt weak all over from the pleasure, letting out soft moans of "Mmm..." These sounds reached the Empress Dowager's ears, as if encouraging her, causing her to rub Ertai's penis even more vigorously. Even more intensely, she used her toes to rub the glans and urethral opening of Ertai's penis.

The room was filled with an ambiguous, spring-like atmosphere. Ertai's penis trembled slightly with extreme excitement. He hadn't expected that the Empress Dowager, performing "footjob" on him for the first time, could bring him such immense pleasure. Although her movements were somewhat clumsy and awkward, her toes were very nimble, often eliciting soft moans of pleasure from Ertai.

After a while, the Empress Dowager found the half-curled-leg, extended-leg position too tiring, and her legs were starting to ache. She just wanted Ertai to finish quickly, so she used the toes of one of her silk-stockinged feet to circle around Ertai's glans, while the toes of her other foot hooked onto the two testicles at the base of his penis, hooking, teasing, rubbing, and clamping them.

This footwork sent waves of intense stimulation through Ertai's body, a tingling, electric-like sensation. Although he felt incredibly good, he showed no sign of finishing. The Empress Dowager sighed softly and intensified her footwork.

Meanwhile, the Empress Dowager changed her methods, sometimes gently rubbing, sometimes pinching the glans with her toes. The foot that had been teasing Ertai's scrotum moved less frequently, and Ertai knew she was tired. To release in one go, the Empress Dowager moved the foot away from Ertai's scrotum, and then her two feet, clad in black stockings, alternately rubbed against Ertai's penis. Ertai's penis bounced and swayed with her rubbing and teasing, feeling the stimulation from the Empress Dowager's jade feet.

"Good boy, so comfortable..."

Ertai said, panting beautifully as he enjoyed the Empress Dowager's footjob.

"Ertai, are you not done yet?"

The Empress Dowager answered Qianlong hastily for a few moments, then quietly asked Ertai.

"Finished? Not yet,"

Ertai replied with a smile.

"Then... shall I use my hand for you?"

Hearing that Ertai was still early, the Empress Dowager suggested using her hand. The previous position had exhausted her, but she felt sorry for Ertai, knowing he was already aroused and would go crazy if he didn't release his desire. However, with Qianlong nearby, the Empress Dowager dared not let Ertai penetrate her body for gratification, so she suggested using her hand.

Ertai naturally didn't object. He helped the Empress Dowager slowly turn around to face him, then quickly removed the black stocking from her left leg with his right hand, wrapping it around his penis.

"I'm done, you can use your hand now,"

he urged the Empress Dowager.

"Ertai, you..."

The Empress Dowager blushed deeply with shame when she saw Ertai place the stocking she had just worn on his penis, and said shyly, "Ertai, why are you putting it on your thing?"

"Hehe, it's so stimulating, hurry up, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Ertai chuckled mischievously.

Hearing his mischievous urging, the Empress Dowager's cheeks flushed even more. However, with Emperor Qianlong just outside the curtain, separated from her only by a thin veil, she only wanted Ertai to finish quickly. So, with her eyes half-closed, her small hands, though trembling, grasped Ertai's large penis, which was covered in flesh-colored stockings, and began to stroke it up and down.

"Gurgle gurgle!"

Because the Empress Dowager only wanted Ertai to finish as soon as possible, she stroked Ertai's large penis very vigorously. The friction between the smooth, soft stockings and the flesh of his penis gave him a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and white fluid occasionally secreted from the glans.

Ertai made the Empress Dowager turn to face him directly, pulling her pale purple, semi-transparent silk panties down to her knees, but not completely off. He then pressed his legs between hers, forcefully spreading them as wide as possible. His large hands then reached for her wet, dark vulva, parting her thick labia and inserting his fingers. The Empress Dowager convulsed, moaning heavily.

"Ah... Ertai... a little gentler... don't... um... so hard... ahhh..."

After caressing her vulva for a while, Ertai began to knead her large, white breasts, his fingers increasing pressure and speed, enjoying the elasticity of her tender breasts. Her full, white breasts were kneaded into various shapes in Ertai's hands, and the Empress Dowager moaned with immense pleasure, "Ahhh... so comfortable... my vulva... um... it's so itchy... ahhh..."

"Good man...save me...save me...I'm going to...I'm going to...die...ah..."

The Empress Dowager gasped, her body increasingly agitated. Waves of intense, electric-like pleasure surged through her, making her completely lose herself. Her small hand, which was gripping Ertai's large penis, quickened its movements, making Ertai groan softly. "Good Lian'er, good sister, your little hands are so good at this. Yes, faster, faster..." The two were deeply engrossed in lust, clearly forgetting that Qianlong had already moved a chair and was sitting on the edge of the bed outside the curtain. Hearing his mother's intermittent moans, he asked anxiously, "Mother, from your voice, it sounds like you're getting more and more uncomfortable. Should I call the imperial physician?"

"No...no need...Your Majesty...I'm fine...umm...I'm fine..."

The Empress Dowager stammered, trying to stop Qianlong from calling the imperial physician while Ertai's large hand was rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina.

"Are you sure you're alright? You sound like you're getting more and more uncomfortable,"

Qianlong asked, still worried. Although he felt the Empress Dowager's voice sounded somewhat like it came from that situation, he didn't take it to heart at all. In his eyes, the Empress Dowager was so upright and proper; she would never commit adultery.

"Ah...really...really alright..."

Ertai's fingers, inserted into the Empress Dowager's vagina, withdrew even more violently, causing her to moan in a continuous stream, unable to speak. She pressed her body close to Ertai, her mouth almost touching his ear, and pleaded in a faint, mosquito-like voice, "Ertai... ahhh... please go slower... umm... in a while... umm... when the Emperor... is... far... away... then..."

By the end, the Empress Dowager's moans were almost suffocating, and she could only utter half of what she wanted to say before she could no longer continue. She was only focused on suppressing her moans, her face turning red, and her body trembling violently. She started moving, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... again... ahhh... I'm losing it... ah..."

She originally wanted Ertai to stop thrusting into her with his hand, but she didn't expect that she would be brought to the brink of orgasm again by Ertai's fingers when she was less than 20 centimeters away from her son, Qianlong. Although she tried her best to suppress her moans, the sounds still couldn't be suppressed and came out of her mouth. Qianlong thought that she was in great pain, so he couldn't help but try to lift the bed curtain to check on the Empress Dowager. However, he didn't expect that the bed curtain was stuck from the inside. He pulled it a few times but couldn't open it. Qianlong had no choice but to press his eyes against the bed curtain to look inside.

Fortunately, the bed curtains were dark, and with the sun setting and no candles lit, the light was at its worst. Qianlong could only see his mother's back to him, trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't help but anxiously ask, "Mother, you're trembling so badly. I think we should summon the imperial physician."

"No..."

she uttered only one "no" before suddenly hearing Qianlong's voice as if right next to her ear. The Empress Dowager was startled, thinking he had already lifted the bed curtains, and instinctively turned her head to look.

Because the Empress Dowager's body was close to the bed, and Qianlong's cheek was pressed against the curtains, when she turned to look, their eyes were almost touching, separated only by a thin curtain, less than five centimeters apart.

Fortunately, it was dark, and the bed curtains were very dark, so both of them could only see blurry shadows, not their facial expressions. Even so, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but blush, feeling extremely ashamed, her heart pounding wildly.

"Mother, why are you trembling so badly? Your son will summon the imperial physician right away."

Because of his anxiety, Qianlong pressed his cheeks even closer to the bed curtains, making them bulge into the bed, almost touching the Empress Dowager's eyes.

Looking at Qianlong's eyes, which were less than a centimeter away from hers, the Empress Dowager became even more flustered. She forgot to turn her head away, staring at Qianlong's eyes in a panic. She wanted to tell him not to summon the imperial physician, but the words were swallowed back by an uncontrollable groan.

"Ah...ah...ah...it's killing me...God...don't be so rough...oh...oh...good man...good husband...be gentle...I'm going to die...I'm going to be...killed by your...fingers...ah ah ah..."

Before the Empress Dowager could even cover her mouth, she couldn't help but groan. A series of moans followed, completely uncontrollable. She thought to herself, "This is it, my son Qianlong is less than a centimeter away from me. Even if I try to suppress my voice, he'll probably notice something."

However, by a stroke of luck, after hearing the Empress Dowager's first three 'ah ah ah' moans, Qianlong assumed she was in too much pain. He then moved his face away from the bed curtains and shouted towards the door, "Summon the imperial physician immediately!" His voice just covered the Empress Dowager's groans of climax, so he didn't hear them.

After calling out, Qianlong turned around. The Empress Dowager, having just finished her climax, lay limp on the bed, breathing heavily. This didn't arouse Qianlong's suspicion. He said to her with concern, "Mother, I've already summoned the imperial physician. He should be here soon. Please bear with it a little longer."

"Hmm… Emperor, you should go back to handle state affairs. I know my own body well; it's just a minor cold. There's no need to

make a fuss about summoning the imperial physician." Seeing that Qianlong had already summoned the physician, the Empress Dowager couldn't refuse. However, fearing that Ertai might cause trouble and that Qianlong might notice, she urged him to leave again.

"Mother, it's alright. Your health is my top priority. I can only leave after the imperial physician has examined you and confirmed you're alright."

Qianlong still stood by the bedside, worried.

Seeing that he resolutely refused to leave, the Empress Dowager was extremely anxious. She wanted to speak again to persuade him, but she opened her mouth and then suddenly closed it again. The reason was that Ertai was grinding his large penis against the Empress Dowager's labia, thrusting his hips to push his large penis into her vagina.

"Ah..."

Suddenly feeling the hardness and heat of Ertai's large penis, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but cry out. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that Qianlong was standing by the bed, so she pretended to cough and cough to cover it up.

"Mother, why is your throat uncomfortable?"

Hearing the Empress Dowager suddenly cough again, Qianlong's heart clenched in his throat.

"It's nothing, it's windy on the mountain, I caught a chill, so... um... my throat is a little uncomfortable."

The Empress Dowager used her small hands to resist Ertai's large penis from entering her vagina while lying and explaining.

“Then Mother, please don’t speak, lest your throat get inflamed…”

“What is the imperial physician doing? How long has it been? Why hasn’t he come yet?”

Qianlong was worried about the Empress Dowager’s ‘condition’, so he blamed the imperial physician for being too slow. He left the bedside, walked out of the Empress Dowager’s room, and shouted at the servants guarding outside, “Why has it been so long? Why hasn’t the imperial physician come yet? Go and summon him again…”

After Qianlong left, Ertai removed the Empress Dowager’s jade hand that was preventing him from inserting his large penis into her vagina, and then suddenly thrust his waist forward, trying to force his way into the Empress Dowager’s little honey hole.

Seeing that he wanted to force himself on her, the Empress Dowager became anxious. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she tried to push away Ertai's large penis while hurriedly whispering, "Ah...ah...Ertai...no...don't...the Emperor...um...he hasn't left yet...a little while...ah...he'll come in again...ah..."

But Ertai, already aroused, was not about to miss this perfect opportunity. The Empress Dowager had already released herself three times, but he was still feeling uncomfortably pent up. So he completely ignored her struggles and protests. Not only was his penis busy trying to penetrate her wet, slippery vagina, but his left hand also roughly ripped off her bodice and threw it onto the bed. At the same time, he buried his head in the Empress Dowager's chest, kissing, sucking, and teasing her breasts and nipples.

"Mmm... Ertai... please... stop sucking... ahh... no..."

The poor Empress Dowager wanted to enjoy it, yet dared not reciprocate. Her previous climax had almost occurred face-to-face with Qianlong, nearly revealing her secret. Moreover, the imperial physician would soon come in to take her pulse, and if he noticed anything amiss, where would she, as the Empress Dowager, put her face?

However, Ertai's teasing was too intense, making the Empress Dowager's body involuntarily soften and heat up. She knew that her nipples had hardened and protruded under Ertai's teasing, and each lick of his tongue made her both anxious and ashamed. Moreover, the desire that burned from the depths of her heart was also fiercely consuming her reason and soul. She knew that she could collapse at any moment, and she understood that she was about to succumb, but she did not want to make love with Ertai in front of Qianlong again, afraid that she would lose control of her moans and be discovered by Qianlong.

Therefore, relying on the last glimmer of inspiration in her mind, she desperately tried to push Ertai's body away. However, instead of using force, her desperate attack caused her to lose her balance, and her entire upper body was about to fall off the bed. Ertai quickly caught her backward-leaning body, but also took the opportunity to press down on the Empress Dowager's voluptuous body.

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