[Fantasy] The Rogue Landlord (Complete) - Chapter 37

Chapter Five: The Allure of Ancient Uniforms

"No... what are you doing?"

Each groan, heartbreaking yet filled with panic and helplessness, was so alluring that just hearing it was enough to instantly arouse a man.

Struggling violently, yet afraid to cry out for fear of being heard, Leng Yue, known as the world's number one constable, had lost her usual composure in the Ministry of Justice's prison. No longer the aloof beauty her colleagues remembered, she now resembled a virtuous woman being bullied by a rogue, trapped in a corner by Xu Ping, her pretty face filled with shyness and anger.

"Don't be afraid, no one's here."

Xu Ping chuckled as he held her tightly, enjoying each of her struggles, swaying his hips and rubbing his lower body against hers, waves of pleasurable sensations washing over him.

Since returning, Leng Yue had been helping out at the Ministry of Justice. She was incredibly busy lately because Ji Long's case involved so many officials; the prison was full of his cronies and their families, and they were being interrogated and tortured one by one. She was so busy she didn't even have time to eat, and lately, even sleeping had become a luxury. She never expected Xu Ping to take advantage of her at this time.

Xu Ping had suddenly become interested on the way, remembering the cold beauty who had offered herself to him in the wilderness. Thinking of her exquisitely beautiful body, he felt a surge of desire. He felt he had been too ignoring her lately, so he sent Qiao'er to the Ministry of Justice to take advantage of her, ostensibly to visit her.

Upon entering the cell, Xu Ping's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Leng Yue was already charming and alluring, but after losing her virginity, she exuded even more charm with every move. Her exquisite figure was encased in a black constable uniform typically worn by men, and her icy demeanor commanded respect from afar.

Her heroic bearing was so striking that no one dared to look directly at her; she was almost like an ancient version of uniform fetish. Looking at her serious expression, she possessed an even stronger aura of a powerful woman, further fueling a man's desire to conquer her. Perhaps due to her loss of virginity, her already alluring buttocks seemed even fuller, making Xu Ping's mouth water. When Leng Yue saw Xu Ping, she seemed both secretly pleased and slightly reproachful for his neglect during this time. She simply knelt and bowed like her colleagues before retreating to the side to organize case files.

Xu Ping, of course, wouldn't let her go. He solemnly declared he had something to discuss with her privately, immediately dismissing the others and signaling Qiao'er to keep watch. He then impatiently reached out his groping hand to the cold beauty.

Qiao'er obediently led the others away, standing guard at the door, inwardly despising Xu Ping. He was so unromantic, choosing a cell for their business. Even though it was a dungeon where no one could hear or see, it was still quite something to be able to get aroused in such a harsh environment.

From the moment Leng Yue saw Xu Ping enter, her heart skipped a beat; she knew something was wrong. Xu Ping, with a stern face, dismissed the others, saying he had important matters to discuss privately. Even a fool would know what he was up to. But with so many people around, Leng Yue dared not refuse, leading to this absurd scene.

The dungeon smelled terrible, the ground covered in scattered hay—the environment was extremely harsh. But Xu Ping's consistent principle was that when in heat, they could mate anywhere. He had Leng Yue cornered, and looking at the somewhat panicked beauty before him, would he still be a man if he didn't act?

"Ah!"

A soft moan escaped her lips. The ice beauty's resistance weakened further as Xu Ping's hands roamed over her body, almost losing all strength to struggle.

While passionately kissing her small mouth, Xu Ping skillfully stripped off her imposing uniform. Leng Yue had already stopped resisting, her breath coming in short gasps as she slumped into Xu Ping's arms.

One by one, the ancient uniform fell to the ground, leaving only her mature, voluptuous body—a jade-like figure capable of driving any man mad. Her bare, delicate skin was like white jade, and her beautiful, alluring curves were captivating. Leng Yue had given up resisting, only looking at Xu Ping with a hint of resentment, secretly blaming him for his actions.

Xu Ping, now naked from the waist down, pulled her into his arms, rubbing his penis against her buttocks while praising, "Baby, you're so beautiful!"

Leng Yue shivered softly, giving Xu Ping a seductive glare. Seeing that resistance was futile, she retorted irritably, "You're being ridiculous! This is the Ministry of Justice prison, how can you do this?"

The Ministry of Justice prison, heh heh, here he was stripped of the uniform of the world's number one constable, indulging in the most beautiful woman he had longed for day and night—how could this be considered reckless? Xu Ping chuckled wickedly, holding her tightly against his back, gently removing her small hands that were covering her chest, and covering her two firm, full breasts, kneading them tenderly. Leng Yue's breathing quickened. She resignedly closed her eyes and asked with a hint of concern, "Are you alright?" Indeed, she had been mindful of Xu Ping's injuries and hadn't dared to exert too much force during the struggle, which allowed Xu Ping to succeed. Otherwise, given her skills, she wouldn't have submitted so easily. "I'm

still injured,"

Xu Ping replied, his heart warming. It was truly rare for someone with her cold personality to speak so considerately. His movements softened, and he lowered his head to kiss her ears, neck, and hair, finally settling on her soft, fragrant lips.

Leng Yue let out a soft moan, her smooth, sweet tongue responding to Xu Ping's teasing. A blush spread across her face, making her look even more beautiful.

He pinched her small, adorable nipples, and after only a few teasing strokes, he noticed that the alluring little cherries had already hardened. Leng Yue's body grew even weaker, and she began to writhe restlessly, rubbing her smooth skin against Xu Ping's body. Xu Ping didn't say much, continuing to kiss her soft, sweet lips while secretly taking out a small gift he had prepared for her.

Suddenly feeling a chill on her neck, Leng Yue opened her eyes and was surprised to see a stone the size of a soybean on her chest. It was a dazzling blue gemstone pendant, hanging from an intricately carved chain. Its captivating brilliance and the unique soft glow of the gemstone were irresistible to women.

Leng Yue instantly felt warm again, unable to hide her surprise and delight, and asked softly, "What is this?"

Although she disliked wearing heavy makeup, what woman wouldn't be attracted to such a beautiful gemstone? Xu Ping couldn't help but smile smugly. Leng Yue was becoming more and more feminine, especially when she was with him; every smile and gesture was full of charming allure.

As Xu Ping put the sapphire on her, he kissed her rosy cheeks and whispered, "This is a sapphire from the open ocean. There might only be one like it in the capital. The moment I saw it, I knew it should belong to you. Do you like it?"

Leng Yue felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Although she didn't show it on her face, she nodded shyly, saying with some trepidation, "Such a precious thing, you should keep it and appreciate it properly."

"Nothing is more precious than my Leng Yue." Xu Ping finished speaking and licked her ear. Turning her body around, he saw the blue gemstone subtly reflecting the sunlight between her full and alluring cleavage, adorning her already round and beautiful breasts, making her look even more feminine and charming. Coupled with Leng Yue's docile and shy joy, a scene unknown to outsiders, this beautiful scene made Xu Ping swallow hard.

"Is it pretty?" Leng Yue asked timidly, her nervous appearance like that of a young girl in love.

"Beautiful,"

Xu Ping clicked his tongue in admiration, "but not as beautiful as you."

"You're such a smooth talker,"

Leng Yue retorted playfully, fiddling with the gemstone necklace on her chest, completely forgetting that she was naked and in the Ministry of Justice's prison, her face filled with the joy of a young girl's arousal.

Xu Ping half-squatted down, embraced her soft waist, and leaned forward to kiss her delicate, full breasts. When her small nipple was taken into his mouth, Leng Yue couldn't help but go limp, letting out a soft moan.

Sucking, licking, sucking, and kneading, Xu Ping used both his hands and mouth to play with this most beautiful part of a woman, teasing Leng Yue's delicate body tremble slightly, and her body began to twist restlessly, but her eyes were still intoxicated by the beautiful sapphire on her chest, and the man who was so infatuated with her body. In an instant, all the frostiness melted away, and her small hands even enthusiastically hugged Xu Ping's head buried in her breasts.

"Wow, I almost suffocated!"

Xu Ping stood up, looking at her chest covered with his saliva, and couldn't help but lewdly smile. It seemed that Leng Yue's cold but warm heart had gradually been captured by him. Now that she was overjoyed, when was he not to take advantage of this opportunity to train her?

Xu Ping immediately put his hands on her rounded shoulders, gazing at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Even the usually aloof Leng Yue, at this moment, resembled a naive young girl experiencing her first love. Under Xu Ping's lustful gaze, her body gradually softened, and she lowered her flushed face shyly, gazing at the glistening saliva on her breasts. The tingling, electric sensation made her lower body wet.

Xu Ping slowly pressed her down, and Leng Yue didn't resist, squatting between the man's legs. She understood what Xu Ping wanted her to do, and at this moment, she was powerless to refuse. After giving Xu Ping a coquettish glare, she looked at the long, hard penis before her, her breathing quickening, and her desire slowly rising.

"Good baby, let me feel good,"

Xu Ping said, holding her head and thrusting his hips forward, pressing his penis against her soft, sexy lips.

Leng Yue glanced at Xu Ping, then at the dragon root before her—the object of countless women's dreams. A captivating masculine aura emanated from him, making her feel slightly intoxicated. Under Xu Ping's expectant gaze, her small hand slowly grasped the long, thick penis, giving it a curious squeeze.

"Lick it with your little tongue!"

Xu Ping said, tidying her slightly disheveled hair as he looked at her expectantly.

Leng Yue was a little embarrassed, but still extended her soft little tongue and curiously licked it once. Xu Ping couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, encouraging her, "Baby, take it in."

Leng Yue didn't dare look up at Xu Ping, but obediently opened her cherry-like mouth and slowly took the head of the penis into her mouth, her little tongue awkwardly licking it.

"Mmm..."

Xu Ping's legs trembled slightly with pleasure. Beyond the physical ecstasy, there was a profound psychological satisfaction. The most beautiful woman in the Ministry of Justice, cold and aloof to others, was so docile towards him. If anyone were to tell them she was performing oral sex on him right now, no one would believe it. This erotic scene would absolutely drive the entire Ministry of Justice mad.

Leng Yue's breathing quickened, but as Xu Ping's thighs trembled, she seemed to know what to do. Her little tongue nimbly roamed over his entire penis, giving him a playful glance.

That innocent yet slightly ingratiating look instantly excited Xu Ping. His already throbbing penis couldn't help but throb a few times in her warm mouth.

Enjoying the skillful licking of her little tongue, watching his penis move in and out of her sexy mouth, Leng Yue even gave him a somewhat wanton smile. Xu Ping couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he pulled her up, making her lean against the wall with her back to him.

Leng Yue's face was flushed with desire, and her lower body was also yearning for a man's caresses. She obediently leaned against the wall, raising her pert, fragrant buttocks, even swaying them provocatively a few times. Although her expression remained blank, her eyes were filled with lust as she looked at Xu Ping; it wasn't hard to see that the cold beauty was extremely expectant.

Xu Ping reached out and touched her mature, alluring vulva. The cold beauty's body temperature had risen, and her crotch was incredibly wet, with hot, moist love juice even flowing down her thighs. Xu Ping was somewhat surprised that she was so wet just from giving him oral sex.

"Come on, come on!"

Leng Yue trembled slightly, her beautiful breasts swaying gently. She uttered the words softly, then immediately lowered her head shyly, unable to imagine what kind of gaze Xu Ping was giving her beautiful, alluring vulva.

Xu Ping didn't waste any more words. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing his hands on her buttocks. His penis, aimed at the place countless men longed for, pushed forward, slowly forcing its way through the tender flesh, inch by inch penetrating the ecstatic spot that drove men wild.

"Ah..."

Leng Yue let out a soft moan. Although she was already deflowered, her lower body remained as tight as ever. Her powerful contractions caused Xu Ping to spasm, closing his eyes in pleasure, savoring the unparalleled pleasure brought by the beauty's warm vagina.

Just as his penis was completely submerged in her small vulva, Leng Yue couldn't help but exhale rapidly, murmuring, "Mmm... gently, gently..."

Her fair body trembled slightly. Xu Ping impatiently reached around, grabbing her beautiful breasts and kneading them, beginning to thrust his hips and enjoy the alluring body of the cold beauty.

The room was filled with the sounds of spring, the faint moans slowly spreading, the man's heavy breathing accompanied by the sounds of flesh colliding, sounding utterly lewd.

Qiao'er stood guard on the stairs, listening to the arousing sounds, and thought irritably: How many times has this happened? Why do I always have to keep watch when my master does these lewd things? It's so hateful!

Although she despised Xu Ping, Leng Yue's delicate moans echoed in her mind like a spell. Soon, Qiao'er felt her face flush and her body heat up. It seemed that the sounds had stirred something within her. She nervously crossed her slender legs, only to find that her crotch was slightly damp. Her face turned red, and she couldn't help but curse Xu Ping. Why did he never treat her like a girl? How could he have the nerve to make her keep watch when he did these shameful things? Meanwhile,

Qiao'er was already in a state of confusion because of Leng Yue's sweet moans. Although she was still young, she understood matters between men and women. Her body became even hotter, driven by instinctive lust. Her legs rubbed together incessantly, bringing waves of pleasurable sensations. The tender little place between her legs became even more moist and warm.

Half an hour passed, and suddenly the ecstatic moans stopped. Qiao'er felt her heart pounding; the sudden silence left her feeling empty. Driven by curiosity, she leaned forward again to peek. Seeing the room filled with the passion of lovemaking in the dungeon, her breathing quickened, and her cute face flushed crimson.

Perhaps because Leng Yue couldn't withstand Xu Ping's frenzied demands and begged for mercy, their bodies were already separated. Leng Yue squatted softly on the ground, her overflowing love juices flowing down her small feet. From this angle, one could clearly see her swollen, pampered vulva, her small labia turned outwards, covered with a layer of sticky moisture—obscene yet alluring.

At this moment, her face still held a satisfied, intoxicated look, her pink eyebrows slightly furrowed as she opened her small mouth. Xu Ping stood before her, his hands supporting her head, his large penis thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Just then, Xu Ping sensed someone peeping. Turning around, he saw Qiao'er secretly hiding outside the door, watching! Her cute and charming little face was flushed red, very beautiful, and her already bright and captivating eyes were now filled with lust. The little girl's peeping excited Xu Ping even more.

Leng Yue, her heart pounding with desire, had no idea that her most docile and alluring side was being watched so clearly. She closed her eyes, making soft moaning sounds, silently enduring Xu Ping's increasingly rough movements.

A strong current spread through his spine, and every pore on his body opened instantly. Xu Ping couldn't resist the onslaught of pleasure, his mind went blank for a moment, and after a couple more forceful thrusts, he ejaculated, his hot semen rapidly erupting into her little mouth. Leng

Yue felt a choking sensation, her little mouth already unable to close, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips. This obscene scene was already shameful enough, but now Xu Ping had ejaculated all of it into her little mouth. The usually proud Leng Yue couldn't accept it and pushed Xu Ping away to express her dissatisfaction.

"Don't spit it out." Xu Ping held her head to prevent her from pushing him away, and said with a lewd smile, "These things are very nutritious. Eating them will make you more beautiful and charming. So many people would love to have them. You can't waste them."

Leng Yue naturally refused, but Xu Ping, after ejaculating, still had his penis stuffed in her mouth. Having no other choice, Leng Yue could only swallow the sticky substance. It tasted slightly salty, but thankfully not too unpleasant. Being forced to swallow semen after her first oral sex experience was bound to cause some resistance. Leng Yue playfully bit the enormous thing in her mouth, venting her dissatisfaction.

"Ouch!"

Xu Ping feigned pain.

Leng Yue seized the opportunity to push Xu Ping away, lowered her head, and coughed violently. Strands of milky white semen dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the ground, while her delicious saliva flowed down her neck, making her look incredibly alluring.

Xu Ping felt immense pleasure! Having such a cold and beautiful woman pinned beneath him was already exhilarating enough, but to also give her a facial and oral sex, he indulged in everything, his vanity greatly satisfied. He lewdly asked, "Hehe, was it good?"

After coughing for a while, with strands of saliva mixed with semen still clinging to the corners of her mouth, Leng Yue raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and glared at Xu Ping: "Are you crazy? Making me eat that disgusting stuff?"

"That's dragon essence!"

Xu Ping said, stepping forward and bringing his slightly limp penis to her lips, wanting this cold beauty to lick it clean.

But Leng Yue opened her small mouth as if to bite, her eyes filled with displeasure and ferocity. Xu Ping obediently took a few steps back, fearing she might suddenly combine oral sex with a single bite, which would be disastrous. He quickly dismissed the idea.

"Just this once, don't even think about it next time!"

Leng Yue pouted, her legs too weak to close. The waves of pleasure she'd just experienced, the intense thrusts of Xu Ping that had brought her to the brink of ecstasy, still clung to her pride.

Xu Ping coaxed her for a while, and Leng Yue, while dodging his advances, dressed, playfully complaining, "Don't come looking for me here again. With so many people around, it's easy for the Empress to hear."

"I know,"

Xu Ping chuckled, his hand still reaching inside her already-dressed bodice, squeezing her firm breasts, causing Leng Yue to slap them back in a mixture of shame and annoyance.

Dressing was a difficult and arduous process. Overcoming all the hardships, Leng Yue finally put on her black official robes. While tidying her disheveled hair, she scolded, "It's all your fault! You've messed up my clothes. What if someone sees me?"

"Gouge out his eyes," Xu Ping said, unable to resist kissing her cheek again. He then groped her, making her gasp and moan. She pinched him several times in dissatisfaction.

After dressing, Xu Ping was practically kicked out by Leng Yue. He felt a pang of bitterness; he had worked himself to the bone, only to be ungrateful after his satisfaction. She had truly hurt his fragile heart.

Afraid that the afterglow of her orgasm would be noticed, Leng Yue used a female prisoner as an excuse to interrogate him, hiding in the dungeon for the time being. She wouldn't be so lenient with Xu Ping; her small foot kicked him, soft yet powerful.

"Damn it!" Xu Ping winked at her, clutching his sore bottom, "Next time you'll know how you die."

Leng Yue, still unsure how to deal with her damp pants, and further enraged by Xu Ping's teasing, turned cold and slowly drew her sword, startling Xu Ping into a hasty retreat. He knew she was just throwing a tantrum.

Leng Yue turned and walked towards the dungeon, a faint smile playing on her lips. She lovingly touched the necklace on her chest, then looked up and smiled happily, humming a little tune. If the officials from Shuntian Prefecture and the Ministry of Justice had seen this, they would have been incredulous.

Qiao'er was already waiting in front of the carriage. The slight dampness in her lower body made the little girl unusually shy, her pretty face flushed and charming. Her usually clear eyes were now misty with a hint of alluring moisture, her passionate expression causing passing men to widen their eyes. "Hehe, thanks for your hard work."

Xu Ping chuckled a few times before running into the car, grinning, "Have you been waiting long?" Qiao'er gave him a coquettish glare, saying aggrievedly, "Not long? You always treat me like a lookout. Don't ask me for anything like this next time." With her

delicate features and youthful, melancholic air, Qiao'er's alluring charm momentarily stunned Xu Ping. He had always thought she was too young to appreciate her naturally captivating beauty, but now, after being struck by her charm, he felt a tingling sensation. Looking at her slightly flushed and somewhat shy face, he realized that the little girl had been aroused by Leng Yue's moans.

Seeing such an alluring scene, Xu Ping couldn't help but swallow hard. He leaned forward and, amidst Qiao'er's playful scolding, suddenly flicked her ear, blowing hot air on it while lecherously saying, "Alright, next time, Master won't make you stand guard. You can watch properly from inside." Her

hot body was particularly sensitive, and with Xu Ping's lick, Qiao'er couldn't help but moan softly. Her delicate, tender voice almost made Xu Ping lose his beastly nature.

"By the way, I've packed everything you asked for."

Qiao'er hurriedly dodged, somewhat afraid to face Xu Ping, and handed him a small booklet. "Good girl, let Master pamper you a little."

Xu Ping smiled smugly, casually touching her burning face again.

"Go to hell!"

Qiao'er blushed and threw a tantrum, glaring at Xu Ping coquettishly, then whipped the reins and drove the carriage out of the Ministry of Justice's courtyard; thankfully, everyone had avoided her earlier, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to accept being teased in public.

Xu Ping hummed a little tune as he flipped through the booklet. Last time, his mother had been quite exasperated by the girls' failure to get pregnant, and the young beauties had probably been scolded by their mother as well. So this time, Xu Ping ordered Qiao'er to secretly inquire about their menstrual cycles, accurately record the dates, and calculate their fertile periods to ensure they were pregnant without wasting his precious semen.

As Xu Ping turned the pages, he suddenly remembered something important and utterly damning: he had forgotten to use his inner energy to test the healing effects during Leng Yue's climax. Damn it, he'd been so focused on enjoying himself that he'd forgotten about healing! How awful! Xu Ping suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He pulled back the carriage curtain, slapped Qiao'er's firm little bottom, and asked with a lewd grin, "By the way, Qiao'er, when did you arrive? Why isn't it recorded?"

Qiao'er covered her bottom, glared at Xu Ping, turned her head away, and pouted, saying, "I won't tell you."

"Be good, tell me."

Xu Ping said softly, but seeing that she was unmoved, he immediately threatened sharply, "If you don't tell me, I'll drag you into the carriage and punish you on the spot, believe it or not?"

Qiao'er didn't believe that Xu Ping would be such a beast. She immediately blushed and said, "I'm having my period right now."

"Good girl."

Xu Ping smiled smugly, feeling a little depressed. He had just been tempted by her and wanted to taste the little girl, but he couldn't devour this delicate and lovely little loli. However, Qiao'er was quite cute. In feudal times, a woman's period was a very unlucky thing. She answered his questions without caring why. She was really obedient.

After flipping through the list several times, none of the dates seemed auspicious. Xu Ping shook his head in frustration, then suddenly his eyes lit up. Finally, there was a suitable date! This woman was someone Xu Ping had been eyeing for a long time, his mother-in-law—Lin Ziyan—whom he was practically ready to devour. He'd already done everything with the busty beauty, except for inserting

his dragon root into her body. Getting his hands on her shouldn't be too difficult. Just thinking about those large, soft breasts, the voluptuous body unique to a young woman, and Lin Ziyan's alluring moans as he teased her, made Xu Ping's erection throb immediately. "Hurry back to the manor!"

Xu Ping howled excitedly. According to the date, Cheng Ningxue was on her period, and since she was currently being held at the Chuxiu Palace for sex education, he could take this opportunity to sleep with her mother, making the mother pregnant before the daughter—how awesome! Just thinking about it made his head spin with excitement.

Qiao'er snorted and turned her horse around, heading back to the manor.

Rushing back to his residence, Xu Ping was surprised to find his house so large that it took him quite a while to walk around. He learned that Zhao Qian and the others had been taken to the palace for further training, while his beautiful mother-in-law was resting at home. His lust was immediately aroused, and he ran through the corridors towards the back room. "Good sister, I'm here!"

Xu Ping shouted excitedly, kicking open the tightly closed door. He was slightly stunned by the scene inside. Two stunningly beautiful young women, disheveled and holding their clothes, stared at him blankly. A moment later, they both let out a sharp scream.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Looking at their fair, tender flesh, Xu Ping couldn't help but swallow hard, feigning ignorance as he closed the door.

He hadn't expected his cousin Lianchi to come to his place. She was usually a virtuous woman who rarely left her home; why was she in such a good mood today? Xu Ping was puzzled, but thinking about their disheveled appearance, his manhood stirred even more.

The moment he pushed open the door, he saw them trying on clothes. Although they were still wearing their undergarments, obscuring their private parts, Zhu Lianchi's serene and delicate features were still captivating. He had initially thought she was frail, but her figure was that of a mature woman—full hips and a shapely bust—making her incredibly alluring. Her skin was as white and smooth as snow, exceptionally delicate; it was almost flawless for a royal daughter.

Lin Ziyan was still as voluptuous and seductive as ever, her ample breasts seemingly making Zhu Lianchi quite envious. Two such mature and alluring women standing together—any man would surely feel his blood boil at first glance, wanting nothing more than to kiss them.

"I've eaten, I must eat!"

Xu Ping grew increasingly excited, planning how to bring his charming cousin into his arms as well. Perhaps because of his encounter with Leng Yue in her uniform and the special setting, Xu Ping had completely emerged from his gloom and reverted to his lecherous nature.

Damn it, why isn't it ready yet! Xu Ping finally understood what it meant for time to drag on endlessly. Looking at the tightly closed door, he was so anxious that he wanted to kick it again. He also blamed himself for not simply kicking the door down earlier.

After a while, Lin Ziyan opened the door, her face flushed. She had changed into a light blue dress, and her already mature face was adorned with a faint blush, making her even more charming and alluring. After bowing, she chided softly, "Why didn't you knock? Princess Changxiao and I were trying on clothes. It's so embarrassing to barge in like that."

"I'm sorry,"

Xu Ping chuckled, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. He strolled in and greeted the somewhat shy Zhu Lianchi, "Sister Lianchi, what brings you here? You didn't even say hello first, you startled me."

Zhu Lianchi regained her composure and gentleness, smiling as she said, "I was bored at home, so I came to see you. Lin-meimei had a few nice new clothes, so I tried them on."

With her intelligence, she had already guessed from Xu Ping's open and confident manner that their relationship was not simple, but it was better to keep it to herself. She was just a little surprised that a mother and daughter could serve the same man. Such a fact was too absurd.

In ancient times, men were never allowed to enter a woman's boudoir. Seeing Xu Ping's practiced manner, Zhu Lianchi was even more convinced of her judgment. This ridiculous cousin not only had an affair with someone's daughter, but also had an ambiguous relationship with her mother-in-law. It was truly astonishing, and she, who had been well-versed in poetry and literature since childhood, found it hard to accept.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but think of her daughter, who had also been taken by this ridiculous cousin. Her mind clearly conjured up images of her daughter's swollen lower body, the wanton satisfaction on her still-childish face, and even the milky white semen that flowed out immediately when she parted her tender labia while applying medicine to her daughter. For some reason, she felt a little uncomfortable, and her face flushed even more.

"Sister, are you alright?"

Xu Ping looked at her with concern while giving Lin Ziyan a wink.

Lin Ziyan gave Zhu Lianchi a charmingly disdainful look, feeling a pang of jealousy, but she quickly understood and gracefully sat down, taking Zhu Lianchi's hand affectionately and saying, "Princess, Yu Chen isn't here lately, and my Xiao Xue is in the palace and can't come back either. Why don't you rest here tonight? We can have a good chat."

Zhu Lianchi hesitated for a moment. It wasn't much fun without her daughter at home, and she was reluctant to leave since she had come out and chatted so happily with Lin Ziyan. She glanced at Xu Ping and asked in a slightly teasing tone, "Is it convenient?"

Lin Ziyan blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, but being a mother herself, she immediately playfully scolded, "What's inconvenient? We sisters can have a good chat tonight. I think you should sleep with me tonight!"

"That's right."

Xu Ping chuckled, "Anyway, you don't like to be in the public eye, and it must be quite boring without Yu Chen. You're my sister, and the Crown Prince's residence is like your home, so don't be shy."

"Mm."

Zhu Lianchi hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in agreement, though she didn't dare to look up at Xu Ping. Xu Ping was overjoyed that she agreed to stay and gestured for Lin Ziyan to prepare dinner. Lin Ziyan understood her lecherous son-in-law's intentions perfectly well, but she didn't object. After all, it was normal for men in ancient times to have multiple wives and concubines, and Xu Ping, being a high-ranking and powerful prince, only had a few women. Not only did the palace and the Ministry of Rites have objections, but even she, as his mother-in-law, felt that Xu Ping was too sentimental.

There were also many rumors pointing the finger at the women in the household for the prince's lack of an heir, and Lin Ziyan felt immense pressure. Traditional thinking made her feel that her daughter's lack of pregnancy was somewhat unfair to Xu Ping, and she was secretly anxious. So, although the relationship between the cousins was a bit absurd, it wasn't unheard of; it was simply a way to strengthen family ties.

Lin Ziyan immediately got up to prepare the meal. To be honest, Xu Ping had felt somewhat uneasy during Xiaomi's absence. The obedient and charming Xiaomi had managed her daily life perfectly. When she was around, Xu Ping felt that Xiaomi was a part of him. He didn't feel it usually, but he felt very uncomfortable when she was gone.

Unfortunately, she now had to face the painful reality. She had probably already cooperated with Hong Shun in investigating the crimes her family had committed. It was said to be upholding justice even at the cost of family ties, but for a sixteen-year-old girl to face this was somewhat cruel.

Thinking of this, Xu Ping couldn't help but shake her head and sigh deeply.

Seeing Xu Ping suddenly lost in thought, Zhu Lianchi's heart softened at the worry and helplessness in her brows. She couldn't help but softly ask, "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Ping snapped out of her reverie, looking at her concerned face, her heart warmed. The words that came out were, "I was thinking, sister, how have you managed all these years alone?"

"With Yu Chen by my side, it's nothing." Zhu Lianchi's face radiated maternal love as she softly said, "Sometimes she's a little mischievous, but she's still sensible."

Xu Ping immediately shook her head, smiling mischievously, "Sister, that's not what I was asking about."

"Then what is it?"

Zhu Lianchi looked at Xu Ping with a smile. Even as a mother, she remained traditional and virtuous, and didn't detect the hidden meaning in her words.

Xu Ping chuckled and asked frankly, "I wanted to ask, you must have lonely nights, right? How do you deal with that?"

Zhu Lianchi didn't expect Xu Ping to ask such a blatant question. Her face flushed, and she said somewhat angrily, "Ping'er, how can you speak so lewdly? I'm your cousin, and soon I'll be your mother-in-law. Is this the kind of question you should be asking?"

After saying this, her heart couldn't help but race. Her daughter was becoming more and more unrestrained. Even when the two of them were together, she would openly talk about the wonders of love between men and women, making her, as a mother, blush. After so many years of abstinence, she naturally longed for it, but she didn't dare to hope for that blissful feeling. She could only satisfy her emptiness with her slender, fair hands while thinking about her daughter's blatant words in the dead of night.

Seeing her slightly angry expression only made her more alluring, Xu Ping couldn't help but smirk, waving his hand dismissively, "What's wrong with that? What's there to be ashamed of in matters of love between men and women? I was just concerned about you. Besides, I'm already annoyed enough with the people from the Ministry of Rites. Please don't say anything more."

Zhu Lianchi was speechless for a moment, her face flushing even more as she thought of her daughter's soft moans beneath her cousin.

Xu Ping caught this change in her expression, smirking lewdly before staring intently at her, teasingly saying, "Sister, I really can't bear to see you sleepless every night. What will you do alone after Chen'er marries into my family?"

"I...I'm used to it,"

Zhu Lianchi said stubbornly, but she had to admit that without her daughter's company, how could she face this empty life? Xu Ping took a sip of tea and tempted her, "Why don't you move in with us? When Chen'er is six months pregnant, you can take care of her, right?"

Zhu Lianchi was immediately tempted, but seeing the desire in Xu Ping's eyes, she became hesitant. Although it was against propriety, her daughter was already married. What about herself? Could she come and live with them?

Zhu Lianchi was torn.

Chapter Six: The Inheritance of Lewdness - Her Cousin's Offering .

Zhu Lianchi hesitated, after all, her daughter was her most beloved child. Even when the Ministry of Rites announced that she was one of the candidates for Crown Princess, Zhu Lianchi still couldn't believe that her daughter, whom she had raised for over ten years, was about to become a wife, that she would leave her and transform from a girl into a woman.

Xu Ping added fuel to the fire, saying, "Think about it, no matter what, I'm still the Crown Prince. After Chen'er marries into the family, she won't be as free as before. Even if she wants to see you, it'll be unlikely."

Zhu Lianchi's usually serene face was now filled with pain. She understood the many rules and regulations of the imperial family and wavered slightly, but still said, "Let me go back and think about it."

"Hmm."

Xu Ping knew there was probably no problem. The thought of being able to enjoy himself with this mother and daughter in the future filled him with joy. If it were a threesome, it would be him and Xiao Yuchen together with her. He wondered what this gentle and virtuous cousin was like in bed. Would she be as extremely wanton as her daughter? He was really looking forward to it.

"Master."

Lin Ziyan walked in gracefully. Seeing the hesitation on Zhu Lianchi's face, her mind was filled with thoughts, but she still quickly stepped forward and said gently, "Someone requests an audience." "

Who is it?"

Xu Ping was immediately annoyed. Which bastard chose this moment to disturb his chance to deepen his relationship with the two beauties? He deserved a beating! She decided that if it wasn't something important, she would drag the visitor to the backyard, lock him in the woodshed, and give him a beating.

"I don't know him."

Lin Ziyan slowly shook her head and said softly, "But he has a token from the Ministry of Commerce, and he seems to have an extraordinary air about him. I've already arranged for him to wait in the side hall." "

What a damn busybody."

Xu Ping muttered in dissatisfaction, standing up as he smiled at Zhu Lianchi and said, "Sister Lianchi, I'll have someone send over some top-quality Ten Mile Fragrance tea later. You two eat first. It's rare for you to come out, so don't be shy. The Crown

Prince's residence is no different from your home." "Okay." Lin Ziyan immediately said sensibly, "I will take good care of Princess Changxiao. You can go ahead and do your work, Master!"

Her face flushed as she glared at Xu Ping, mainly because Xu Ping had taken the opportunity to tease her by touching her ample breasts. Watching the soft flesh swaying temptingly, Xu Ping grinned lewdly and even made a biting motion.

Fortunately, she had her back to Zhu Lianchi, so this little action wouldn't be seen. Otherwise, Lin Ziyan would have strangled Xu Ping long ago. She glared at him, her mature charm making Xu Ping reluctant to leave.

But business was more important. Xu Ping sighed helplessly and walked to the side hall. There stood a man in the center, his back to him, dressed in a white scholar's robe, his back straight and elegant.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned and bowed: "Khitan Amutong greets the Crown Prince of the Celestial Dynasty." He didn't kneel, but Xu Ping was taken aback. When he looked up, he clearly saw a face of a nomadic people, with red eyes and blond curly hair, but his face was as white as jade, giving him a refined and elegant appearance. Unlike the typical image of nomadic people, he was clean-cut and exuded a strong scholarly air.

"Please sit,"

Xu Ping said, waving to the maids to serve tea as he returned to his seat.

Amutong smiled and returned the greeting, then sat down on a chair nearby, took a sip of tea, and said somewhat wistfully, "Tea is truly a fine thing, but unfortunately many people don't know how to appreciate it. Your Highness, as the heir apparent, is not extravagant or frivolous; you are truly a role model for us all."

Xu Ping, unsure of what he meant, simply smiled and shook his head, "I just feel that such extravagance is unnecessary."

Amutong put down his teacup, respectfully handed over a letter, and said expectantly, "Here is a letter from Liu Dong of your esteemed department. I requested an audience using his token. Please take a look, Your Highness."

Introduced by Liu Dong, it seems he's a client of his in the Northeast. But why introduce a Khitan prince? Xu Ping politely accepted the letter, opened it, and read: "The messenger is Amutong, the fourth son of the Khitan Golden Knife Khan. He is learned and talented from a young age, shrewd and generous, and deeply loved by the Khitan people. The various Khitan tribes in the Northeast disdain trading with the Han people, but among all the princes, he is the only one with foresight who has always maintained trade relations with the Ministry of Commerce, making them the largest client of Northeast Online. He humbly requests an audience with the Crown Prince..."

"Fourth Prince."

Xu Ping put down the letter. Since this was his benefactor, he naturally had things to say. He smiled gently and asked, "May I ask what brings you to the Ming Dynasty this time?"

Amutong smiled and said directly, "Your Highness, I am traveling in secret this time. Even my father, the Khan, doesn't know. Please keep my whereabouts confidential. After all, there are constant conflicts right now, and it would be inappropriate for us to meet in private. You, as the Crown Prince, are naturally not worried, but we are in a struggle for the throne among ten princes. Please understand."

Xu Ping narrowed his eyes and knew that he suspected he was being followed. He immediately waved his hand and said, "No problem. I have no guests today."

After saying that, he secretly waved his hand, and Qiao'er, who was disguised as a maid outside the door, nodded knowingly and quietly turned and went out. Amutong nodded and said, "Your Highness, to be honest, I came here because of the interruption of trade with the Northeast. Currently, trade with your tribe is my main source of income. Ji Long's uprising has blocked my path to wealth. The Khitan are not as vast and resource-rich as the Ming Dynasty. Winter is approaching, and I must ensure that my tribe has sufficient funds and provisions."

"Speak frankly."

Xu Ping wasn't stupid; no one would believe that his purpose was so simple as to risk coming here just for money. Amutong was unhurried. He cupped his hands in greeting and stood up, spreading out a map of the Northeast border. It was marked with many red dots, clearly indicating the locations, various forces, and stationed troops. His elegant regular script made even Xu Ping, a semi-illiterate man, feel a little ashamed. Just looking at his admirable handwriting, who would believe that he came from a grassland tribe?

"The Fourth Prince's calligraphy flows like clouds and water," Xu Ping exclaimed in admiration. "It truly makes me feel ashamed of my own inferiority!"

Amutong smiled modestly. "Everyone has their own preferences. Compared to the clash of swords and the thunder of horses, I prefer the art of writing. But every man on the grasslands is skilled in archery, so I inevitably have to learn a little bit."

Xu Ping squinted at him and saw that he had learned far more than just the basics. The calluses on his hands were comparable to those of people who had practiced martial arts for twenty or thirty years. It seemed that this Fourth Prince was a man of both literary and martial talents, a visionary and ambitious individual. "Please look here,"

Amutong said sternly, pointing to a red dot he had highlighted on the northeastern border between the Ming and Khitan regions. "This is where Ji Zhongyun's Hungry Wolf Camp is stationed. To the northwest lies Khitan territory, and to the northeast is the Manchu stronghold. The 100,000 Hungry Wolf Camp stationed here controls both points."

"Hmm."

Xu Ping nodded, but couldn't help but tease, "The Fourth Prince didn't come here just to boast about his abilities, did he? Guarding two directions with one military camp, truly impressive."

"No, no, no."

Amutong sensed the displeasure in Xu Ping's words and knew the current situation in the Ming Dynasty, so he quickly waved his hand and explained, "I didn't mean that. It's just that, currently, the Hungry Wolf Camp's deployment is blocking the flow of goods, and I'm a little dissatisfied."

"Then what brilliant idea do you have?"

Xu Ping asked, his eyes fixed on the map, the various markings and place names were incredibly detailed. Such map-making skills would probably be hard for the court to match.

Amutong sat back down, his face slightly cold: "To be honest, my father Khan is now terminally ill and probably doesn't have much time left. Previously, all the princes led their troops to the imperial court, and now they are in a fierce battle for the position of Golden Knife Khan. I believe that once my father Khan passes away, everyone will start fighting each other."

“It’s only human nature,”

Xu Ping nodded, though somewhat surprised that he and his father had overreacted. He maintained a calm expression and said, “The struggle for the throne among the ten princes is certainly exciting. But there are certainly people on the grasslands waiting to reap the benefits. I’m sure the Jurchens have had this idea for a while now.” “You’re right,”

Amutong nodded seriously, saying solemnly, “That’s why I’ve come to the Ming Dynasty hoping to get your help.”

Xu Ping chuckled, asking somewhat teasingly, “What, you don’t mean you want me to send troops to the grasslands…” "Would you rather help your brothers kill each other?"

Amutong remained unmoved by the somewhat sarcastic remark, smiling magnanimously as he said, "Since ancient times, which new emperor's ascension to the throne hasn't been accompanied by bloodshed? People only see that lofty authority, never considering the many grudges within the dynasty. Even brothers become strangers for the sake of that lofty golden sword."

He paused, realizing he had strayed from the topic, and quickly explained, "I dare not presume that His Highness the Crown Prince would lend a helping hand during this time of internal strife, but my request is indeed somewhat presumptuous."

"Speak," Xu Ping waved his hand magnanimously, but inwardly he began to speculate.

Amutong said with a serious expression, "Soon after Father Khan passes away, my reckless brothers will definitely start fighting. At that time, the Jurchens and Turks will inevitably get involved. I don't want to get involved in their chaos for the time being, so I want to rely on the Ming border to recuperate and rebuild, preferably avoiding them and continuing my trade."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ping immediately said with a wry smile, "Relying on the border? To put it bluntly, the Khitans only have so many people. Now you have many princes and distinct factions. No matter how limited your troops are, leading them towards the Ming border, aren't you afraid of angering the Prince of Zhenbei and having him wipe you out?"

“That is precisely my concern.”

Amutong nodded with a wry smile and pleaded, “Therefore, my humble request is that the Ming Dynasty’s Po Jun Camp be stationed north of the capital, a hundred miles from the border, facing the Hungry Wolf Camp. With the Golden Guard General in charge, I believe the Prince of Zhenbei will not dare to act rashly.”

Xu Ping’s eyes turned cold. This guy certainly knew a lot about the founding history of the Ming Dynasty. This request was indeed quite presumptuous. He actually wanted to mobilize the most combat-effective Po Jun Camp to the north at this time of great tension. It was truly an outrageous demand.

Amutong immediately cupped his hands and said, "I know this request is a bit unreasonable, but how long does the Ming Dynasty intend to drag

things out with the Prince of Zhenbei? I foolishly believe that war is inevitable. If my troops are stationed on the border, he will definitely have to worry about being attacked from both sides. At that time, your attack will be much more effective." Xu Ping snorted coldly, "That sounds nice. If the two armies really fight, do you dare say you won't take advantage of the situation? Many people are happy to see your internal strife. Now you come to me with such an impudent request. What reason do you think I have to agree to it?"

"Interest."

Amutong's eyes flashed, and he said firmly, "There are no eternal brothers or eternal friends. Only interests last the longest. I can give Your Highness the things you need most."

"Tell me."

Xu Ping smiled approvingly. People as shrewd as Amutong are rare, not only on the grasslands but also among the officials in the court. His bluntness, which was somewhat unapproachable, proved his sincerity.

Amutong smiled smugly and said, "I know Your Highness has been recruiting soldiers and horses. The Ming Dynasty is vast and populous, so recruiting soldiers is not a problem, but good steeds for the battlefield are hard to come by. If Your Highness agrees to my request, then Amutong will gladly offer you 20,000 fine horses as a gift."

His words had indeed hit Xu Ping's weak spot. Horses were scarce in the Central Plains, and in these years of limited mobility, horses were the best means of transportation. Recruiting soldiers was easy, but having a large herd of horses was difficult. The effect of a thousand cavalrymen making a long raid was far better than ten thousand infantrymen who had to travel day and night and then go into battle exhausted. Xu Ping was indeed worried about the shortage of military horses.

"Your Highness, there is no need to doubt my sincerity. After establishing trade relations with your tribe, I have the most abundant resources among all the princes. Although 20,000 horses will be a significant burden, I believe that once trade is resumed, these will not be problems!"

Xu Ping narrowed his eyes, and after a moment's thought, he understood the meaning behind his words. Transporting these 20,000 horses required passing through the northeastern route. To ensure that they wouldn't be seized by Ji Zhongyun, it would be necessary to send an army capable of threatening the Hungry Wolf Camp. Offering such a large incentive was merely to buy some breathing room. This Amutong was truly shrewd!

This fellow was no saint either. While the princes were gathering their forces to fight to the death, he led his men to hide on the sidelines, waiting for the right moment to come out and take advantage. Maintaining such a calm mind in the face of such great power, if he were to truly become the Golden Knife Khan, he would be a major threat to the Ming Dynasty.

"Okay!"

Xu Ping hesitated for a long time, weighed the pros and cons, and nodded. He said warmly, "Since the Fourth Prince is so sincere, I can't be unreasonable. I wonder if you have decided on the specific relocation time? I will send troops to receive your gifts then."

Amutong understood what Xu Ping meant; you dare to lie to me, you'll be the first to get beaten. Immediately, with a stern expression, he said, "It would be best if it were early next month. After I return to the grasslands, I will bring my tribe and army to join me, and then you can accept my gift." "

Alright!"

Xu Ping nodded and said with a smile, "It's rare for the Fourth Prince to come to the Great Ming, so I must do my best to be a good host. I wonder if the Fourth Prince would be interested in tasting the delicacies of our Great Ming?"

Amutong shook his head with a wry smile, stood up to take his leave, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I am not fortunate enough to accept it at this time. The situation in the Great Ming is tense right now, as is the situation on our side in Khitan. Too much time is spent on the journey, and to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, I must set off immediately to return. Please forgive me."

"Well, then I won't force you!"

Xu Ping nodded with a smile and escorted him all the way to the carriage at the back door. Only then did he notice that this Fourth Prince was also accompanied by quite a few strong men, each with broad shoulders and a fierce appearance. He couldn't help but have a new opinion of this scholarly grassland wolf.

After seeing him off, Xu Ping could no longer contain himself. He turned back to the main hall and burst into laughter. This fool had delivered himself to his doorstep at the perfect time. The dilapidated army camp was only waiting to replenish its supplies in Zhili; in a few days, they would definitely have to break camp and head north. The court had already made plans for his so-called request. This was practically a free gift; he had gotten a huge bargain.

Twenty thousand horses! This guy was really generous. Xu Ping couldn't help but bend over with a smile, and walked briskly towards the back room. When he reached Lin Ziyan's room, he was laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

Lin Ziyan heard Xu Ping's hearty laughter from afar. She hadn't heard her beloved's cheerful voice for a long time since Uncle Liu's passing, and her heart warmed instantly. She got up to greet him and stood at the door, softly asking, "Master, what makes you so happy?"

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her already beautiful face was flushed with a rosy blush, like peach blossoms in March, making her even more charming and alluring. Xu Ping couldn't contain his elation. Ignoring his cousin's opinion, he stepped forward and, under her somewhat surprised gaze, pinned the beautiful woman against the door, lowering his head to kiss her soft, sweet lips.

Lin Ziyan was stunned. She hadn't expected Xu Ping to be so brazenly disrespectful in front of Zhu Lianchi. She immediately struggled frantically, her small hands weakly pushing Xu Ping

away. Xu Ping ignored her. He parted her teeth and his tongue began to roam, capturing her soft, warm tongue. A series of sucking and teasing sounds made the beautiful woman gasp repeatedly, her resistance weakening.

Gradually, Lin Ziyan's reserved defenses crumbled completely when Xu Ping's hand touched and kneaded her buttocks. She obediently closed her beautiful eyes, her delicate tongue responding to the man's demands.

The two were locked in a passionate kiss, their heavy breathing almost audible. Zhu Lianchi, watching from the side, was stunned. She hadn't expected her cousin to be so brazen, making advances towards his mother-in-law right in front of her. Her face suddenly flushed, and she wondered: What was he implying? She would be his mother-in-law someday; was he trying to seduce her?

"Haha."

A long, wet kiss left Lin Ziyan breathless before Xu Ping released her. He put an arm around her soft body and walked towards Zhu Lianchi, saying openly, "Sister Lianchi, did you enjoy the food?"

Lin Ziyan was completely dazed from the kiss, her face filled with blissful intoxication. Since that was the case, she no longer hesitated and sat down with Xu Ping. However, she felt somewhat embarrassed under Zhu Lianchi's ambiguous gaze.

Zhu Lianchi snapped out of her daze and replied somewhat awkwardly, "Well, I've heard that the meals here are as simple as those of an ordinary person, without any of the extravagance of royalty. Now that I see it, it's truly remarkable!"

"Hehe, eat more if you like."

Xu Ping said, picking up his chopsticks to grab some food, but his hand was suddenly slapped, and the piece of chicken he had just picked up was knocked to the ground.

Lin Ziyan snatched Xu Ping's chopsticks away, saying reproachfully, "Master, these are what we've eaten. How can you touch them? If people find out, how will I face them in the future?" "

Then let's get a new table."

Xu Ping waved his hand without saying anything more. After all, there were too many formalities these days. If his cousin accidentally let slip a word, his busty mother-in-law's life would be in trouble.

The so-called "three wives and four concubines" meant that concubines were practically no different from prostitutes at that time. Some literati even used their concubines to entertain friends, while the more generous ones would even give them away. This shows how low the status of women was in feudal times, which explains why she was so cautious. However, anyone who dared to ask Xu Ping to give them a woman, even a maid who had never been with him, was definitely asking for trouble.

"Princess, Master, please sit down." Lin Ziyan stood up and bowed. "I will go prepare a new meal." After saying that, she called the maid to clear the table and walked out gracefully. As she left, she gave Xu Ping an ambiguous look, meaning, "I'll leave you two a chance to be alone."

This mother-in-law is getting better and better at pleasing him. Xu Ping smiled smugly. Then he looked at his cousin under the lamp, her face flushed with a beautiful blush. Her quiet beauty was even more captivating, but she seemed a little embarrassed and awkward, as if she was uncomfortable being alone with him.

Her beautiful eyes shone like stars in the night sky, and were as bright and captivating as an autumn lake under the moon. They were so watery and mesmerizing that the first phrase that came to Xu Ping's mind was: "A beauty drunk with wine, a delicate beauty, how charming!"

"Sister,"

Xu Ping quickly poured her a small cup, smiling, "It seems this is the first time we've sat down to drink together. You were a bit rushed during the last sacrificial ceremony, shouldn't you have a proper drink with me?"

Zhu Lianchi had drunk a few more cups because of her pleasant conversation with Lin Ziyan, so she was already slightly tipsy. But seeing Xu Ping, she couldn't refuse, so she nodded, picked up her cup, gently pushed it forward, and said softly, "Ping'er, soon Yu Chen will be a member of the Crown Prince's household. She has a bit of a temper and is a bit mischievous, so please bear with her."

"Hehe, that's part of her charm," Xu Ping chuckled, clinked glasses with her, and downed his drink in one gulp.

Zhu Lianchi covered her mouth with her sleeve and downed the wine in one gulp without any hesitation. As soon as she put down her cup, she looked at Xu Ping with loving eyes and pleaded, "Ping'er, I understand Yu Chen's personality best. It's all my fault for spoiling her too much since she was little; that's why she's so mischievous. Promise me, besides being your woman, please don't forget she's your niece. Treat her like a junior, okay?"

"I will, you don't need to worry,"

Xu Ping refilled their cups, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "But I won't treat you with the respect due to an elder." Zhu Lianchi blushed slightly, her beautiful eyes glancing thoughtfully at Xu Ping. Suddenly, she asked somewhat hesitantly, "Ping'er, to be honest, I spend a lot of time with the Empress, and I do feel that there are a few too few girls in your household. The Empress even asked me to persuade you that right now, the continuation of the Zhu family line is more important. As long as Lin Meimei is pregnant, I believe Auntie won't object to your relationship. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!"

Xu Ping smiled and said, "Mom was hoping I'd go out and do something fancy like kidnapping, drugging, or raping women, but unfortunately, I'm not exactly a ladies' man. I'm not interested in anything other than mutual attraction, so I've disappointed her."

Zhu Lianchi chuckled and said with a smile, "Indeed, you have far too few women. I bet any random official has more than you. You'd better work harder."

She then extended her slender, white fingers and affectionately tapped Xu Ping's forehead. Xu Ping was momentarily stunned, never expecting his cousin to have such a charming side.

Perhaps it was the wine that fueled their conversation, but Zhu Lianchi, despite being the older sister, maintained a respectful distance from her brother, the Crown Prince, and was somewhat reserved in front of him. However, now that she finally understood Xu Ping's approachability, she spoke more freely, her gentle voice and laughter gradually rising into the air.

Xu Ping chuckled and chatted with her about childhood anecdotes and his past life experiences, making the naive young woman giggle continuously. Her sweet laughter kept escaping her lips, testing Xu Ping's stamina.

At this time, Zhu Lianchi was clearly very drunk, her eyes slowly becoming droopy. Lin Ziyan had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and only walked in gracefully when she saw that it was almost time, saying with a smile, "What are you two chatting about? You seem to be having so much fun."

Zhu Lianchi shook her head somewhat groggily, her words already a little incoherent: "Lin... Sister Lin, you've come at the right time. You... keep him company, I'm going to sleep."

"I'll help you."

Xu Ping immediately moved closer, supporting her swaying body, his hand "honestly" resting on her ribs, inevitably touching her breasts in this intimate position.

Zhu Lianchi, waking from her drunken stupor, blushed slightly but said nothing, letting Xu Ping help her to the bed. The delicate young woman had barely lain down when Lin Ziyan approached, winking at Xu Ping as she said, "Princess, it must be uncomfortable for you to sleep dressed like this. Please, sir, leave first, and I'll help you undress."

Xu Ping understood and withdrew outside. As Lin Ziyan closed the door, she gave him a reproachful yet slightly mischievous smile.

Rejected from his boudoir, Xu Ping couldn't help but feel a surge of secret delight. He truly didn't know what methods his mother had used to make these women so docile and considerate, not only not jealous, but even actively helping him find women. His mother was truly remarkable.

After a while, Lin Ziyan carefully opened the door, slipped out, and the boudoir was already pitch black. The beautiful woman had a slightly mischievous smile on her face, and said in a coquettish tone, "Master, I've already undressed her, but you'd better wait a while before going in."

"I love you to death!"

Xu Ping howled and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her fragrant cherry lips. Lin Ziyan murmured in response, her delicate mouth slightly open, passionately reciprocating Xu Ping's kiss.

Poor Zhu Lianchi was already dozing off at this moment. Although her heart had begun to waver, she never imagined that the two people outside the door had already committed adultery and were about to ruin her chastity, which she had kept as a widow for many years. "Master, be gentle..."

Lin Ziyan gasped, her face flushed, and asked with some worry, "Master, Princess Changxiao is your cousin. What will happen if the Empress blames us?"

Xu Ping held her full body, his large hands constantly lifting and playing with her large breasts through her bodice. The soft feel was irresistible. When his fingers teased her cute little nipples, the beautiful woman's hot body almost made Xu Ping want to push her down, but he comforted her first, "It's okay. My mother is going crazy wanting to have a grandson. She didn't say anything about what happened between me and Yu Chen, let alone her."

"Mmm..."

Lin Ziyan let out a long moan, but suddenly stopped Xu Ping's hand from untying her skirt. She said obediently, "Master, with such a beautiful night ahead, please don't waste your time with me. Princess Changxiao is almost asleep."

Xu Ping could hear the disappointment in her voice. He patted her large breasts, which had captivated countless men, and swallowed hard as he watched them sway. He licked her ear and breathed hot air as he said, "I want you all to wait for me tonight."

"I...I obey!"

Lin Ziyan immediately went limp, nodding with a mixture of surprise and unease. After all, they hadn't had sex yet, but now she was going to serve him with other women. It was a bit uncomfortable.

Xu Ping smiled smugly, patted her beautiful buttocks, and said with a lewd grin, "Go wash up. Come back later. If you don't, I'll deal with you, understand?"

"I understand!"

Lin Ziyan replied in an incredibly sweet voice. Perhaps because of the alcohol, she was quite uninhibited at this moment.

The beautiful woman swayed back to her room. Looking at her full, rounded buttocks, and imagining having two stunningly beautiful women to enjoy that night—both future mothers-in-law—Xu Ping was practically going crazy with excitement. He rubbed his hands together, quietly pushed open the door, and crept into the dark towards the large bed filled with the scent of women. He

quickly undressed, and even before getting close, Xu Ping could feel his cousin's gentle warmth, seemingly accompanied by a faint fragrance that thrilled him. He tiptoed onto the bed, reaching out to gently touch her, when suddenly a soft little hand grabbed his. She wasn't asleep yet! Xu Ping was immediately startled.

Zhu Lianchi sighed softly and asked, "Ping'er, you're still not satisfied with so many women? Are you going to ruin your sister's reputation?"

"I'm not going to ruin your reputation."

Xu Ping's mind raced. He grabbed her small hand and played with it gently, saying, "I don't want to see you lonely anymore. No matter how strong you are, you're still a woman. I know you have needs. Those ordinary men are not good enough for you. Only I am."

Xu Ping's mind was full of excuses, trying to win her over with words. Suddenly, a hot, delicate body threw itself into his arms, a head of soft, black hair rubbing against his chest. His cousin in his arms seemed a little aroused, her warm breath on his chest. Xu Ping was momentarily stunned.

Zhu Lianchi took a long breath, her small hands trembling as she touched Xu Ping's chest. She said in a sweet voice, "Ping'er, if you want it, I can give it to you, but you have to promise me you'll be good to Yu Chen from now on, okay?"

"Mmm." Xu Ping nodded earnestly, then wrapped his arms around her fragrant shoulders, feeling the warmth of her embrace in the darkness

. "You little rascal."

Perhaps it was the pent-up emotions, or perhaps it was the alcohol, but Zhu Lianchi just wanted to indulge herself, to surrender herself to this absurd younger brother's love. She murmured, her voice slightly mischievous, "Have you been thinking about me for a long time? You made me drink so much! I knew you had ulterior motives."

"Hehe, isn't this a good thing?"

Xu Ping wanted to get a good look at his charming cousin. He gently pushed her away and lit the candles.

The beautiful scene under the candlelight made Xu Ping's breathing become heavy. His cousin was naked, leaning against the headboard. All the jewelry on her hair was removed, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a languid charm. Her delicate and quiet face was flushed, whether from shyness or passion, it was hard to tell. Her clear and moving eyes were full of spring, and she bit her small lips, looking very nervous.

Her skin was as delicate as snow in winter, her arms were as smooth and supple as white lotus roots, and her breasts were full, round, and firm. The fullness of a young woman was very attractive. Although her areolas were small, perhaps because she had breastfed Yu Chen, her nipples were deep red, about the size of soybeans, so delicate that one wanted to taste them immediately.

Her waist was slender and charming. Even though she had come to terms with it, she had been a widow for many years and was still somewhat uneasy. She nervously crossed her legs to prevent her private parts from being exposed. Perhaps it was because of so many years of abstinence that she was now uncomfortable offering her body to a man for admiration. Zhu

Lianchi blushed, facing Xu Ping's lustful gaze. She felt a little flustered, instinctively wanting to protect her private parts, but then she thought, since she had already decided to give herself to him, why bother? With that thought, she stopped hiding her feelings and looked at Xu Ping tenderly. "Sister, you're so beautiful,"

Xu Ping said, sitting back on the bed. With a gentle pull, Zhu Lianchi let out a soft moan and collapsed into his arms.

"You little rascal,"

Zhu Lianchi chuckled, pointing a finger at Xu Ping's nose playfully. "You're so lecherous! You weren't satisfied with just Chen'er, you've even got your eye on me! You'll definitely be a lecherous emperor in the future."

"With three thousand beauties in the harem, the emperor will neglect his morning court."

Xu Ping laughed heartily. Compared to the unpleasant act of rape, enjoying her soft, warm body was certainly more pleasant.

"You're so glib. " Zhu

Lianchi, well-versed in literature since childhood, naturally knew that Xu Ping's two lines were pure fabrication, but upon closer reading, they did make sense. Xu Ping wasn't in a hurry to enjoy her body; instead, he gently stroked her hair and told her dirty jokes. He never imagined that this traditional and virtuous cousin would offer herself to him willingly. Although it was to help her daughter gain favor, such boldness and initiative still greatly pleased Xu Ping.

"So thick,"

Zhu Lianchi panted slightly, and upon seeing Xu Ping's dragon root, she immediately exclaimed, "Ping'er, how did you grow this?"

(Read Chapter 11 of "The Rogue Landlord")

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