[Fantasy] The Rogue Landlord (Complete) - Chapter 38

In the first chapter of episode eleven , Xu Ping,

possessing his beautiful mother-in-law,

smiled smugly. Seeing her staring in astonishment at his enormous member, her eyes glazed and somewhat intoxicated, he felt a surge of strange excitement. He couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing it to make his cousin tremble with desire. He chuckled and said, "Big, is

n't it? If it weren't big, how could I serve you two well?" "You're

so frivolous," Zhu Lianchi said coquettishly, giving Xu Ping a shy look. After all, the idea of a mother and daughter sharing a husband was indeed absurd, but looking at the enormous member before her, she couldn't help but reach out and grasp it gently, squeezing it a few times.

Xu Ping took a comfortable breath, giving her an approving look. He then lay down, pointing to his crotch, and said, "Sister, look how excited it is, let me have some pleasure!"

Zhu Lianchi looked at Xu Ping seductively. Being a royal daughter, she naturally knew a lot about matters of love and sex! Her quiet nature didn't mean she lacked experience in this area. Since she had already decided to offer herself, there was no need for coyness. While helping Xu Ping with his movements, she chuckled and said, "You little rascal, you kept saying you wouldn't let me be lonely, but now you're treating me like a servant."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

Xu Ping was somewhat dizzy from her alluring side, but still flattered her, "I'm treating you like a wife."

"Wife?"

Zhu Lianchi stopped what she was doing, her beautiful face filled with confusion as she looked at Xu Ping. He casually used modern slang again, which Zhao Ling and the others were used to, but the beautiful woman in front of them didn't know some of his obscure expressions. Xu Ping quickly explained, "It's just 'wife,' 'concubine,' 'official wife,' 'legitimate wife,' understand?"

"You're just trying to sweet-talk me!" Zhu Lianchi said coquettishly, but ignored Xu Ping's words. She released his penis and lay down beside him, looking at Xu Ping lazily, and said in a coquettish voice, "I don't care, anyway, your purpose today wasn't pure. Since you've ruined my innocence, it would be too stupid of me to serve you anymore."

"Then I'll serve you!"

Xu Ping howled and pressed down on her, eliciting giggles from his cousin. He carefully examined the charming woman beneath him; she was indeed incredibly alluring! After a lewd laugh, he wasn't in a hurry, and his kisses landed lightly on her rosy cheeks.

Although Zhu Lianchi had been quite uninhibited earlier, she hadn't been with a man for over ten years, and her breathing was noticeably rapid. When Xu Ping kissed her lips, Zhu Lianchi trembled, and her long-suppressed desires erupted. Her small, fragrant tongue responded fiercely, momentarily stunning Xu Ping. However, he immediately retaliated with all his might, their tongues intertwining intensely, greedily seeking each other's taste.

Zhu Lianchi kept twisting her body restlessly, her breathing rapid and hot. Her small hands couldn't help but tightly hug Xu Ping's waist, rubbing her increasingly damp private parts against his intimidatingly large penis.

"Mmm..."

Xu Ping hadn't expected her to be so sensitive. Just a kiss had already made her lower body overflow with desire; he could even clearly feel her love juice flowing down her thighs. But then he thought, she had been abstinent for so many years, so her sensitivity was normal.

"Little brother!"

After a passionate kiss, Zhu Lianchi was already aroused, her eyes burning with desire. She writhed restlessly, her voluptuous body murmuring, "Don't torture me anymore, come in first."

"No."

Xu Ping shook his head, saying lewdly, "I want to savor your body properly. There's no need to rush through this long night; we have plenty of time."

He lowered his head, cupping her round, beautiful breasts in his hands. Seeing her already hard nipples, and thinking of the place where he had nurtured his niece Yu Chen, he felt an inexplicable excitement. He kneaded them while slowly sucking on her nipples, his penis rubbing against her alluring cleft, causing Zhu Lianchi's breathing to quicken. The sounds of their wetness made Zhu Lianchi feel increasingly hot. Her hot breaths, the man's agile tongue, and his rough penis assaulting her sensitive spots—this almost forgotten pleasure was incomparable to masturbation. Her reaction was intense; her long legs convulsed violently, her whole body writhing restlessly.

Xu Ping teased her with both hands and mouth, playing with her beautiful breasts. Suddenly, Zhu Lianchi opened her eyes wide, reached out and pressed Xu Ping's head down, moaning excitedly, "Little brother, quick, suck it hard... suck me hard..."

Xu Ping, confused, immediately opened his mouth wide and took the large mound of flesh into his mouth, sucking hard, licking the sweet flesh and her sensitive nipples with his tongue. At this moment, Zhu Lianchi suddenly opened her mouth wide, cried out a few times, her body convulsing violently, stiffening for a moment, then immediately collapsing as if exhausted. Zhu Lianchi's

face was flushed, her eyes closed, breathing rapidly, her whole body covered in a captivating blush! Kumi, having tasted the ecstasy of lovemaking, had reached her first orgasm before even touching her lower body.

Whew! Xu Ping was finally able to escape from between her breasts, taking a long breath before looking at her face, which was completely flushed with orgasm. Could it be? Having been widowed for so long, she's become so sensitive that she climaxed just from a lick of her nipples?

Zhu Lianchi helplessly let Xu Ping do as he pleased. Xu Ping spread her legs apart in an M-shape and looked in surprise at her most intimate area. The young woman's body hair was naturally abundant and thick, but what was most surprising was the extent of her arousal. Her labia, like rose petals, were swollen and trembling, and her love juice stained her entire crotch. Her first climax had soaked a palm-sized patch of the bed sheet, exuding a captivating feminine scent.

The scent of female hormones filled the room, making Xu Ping's eyes redden. Zhu Lianchi's breathing finally calmed down as she savored her first climax under the man's caresses. Opening her eyes, she saw her cousin spreading her legs, staring intently at her private parts. Her body went limp, and she immediately scolded him in dissatisfaction, "What are you looking at? What's so interesting?"

"Everything is beautiful."

Xu Ping swallowed hard, his hand on his penis, about to penetrate his beautiful cousin, when Zhu Lianchi suddenly pushed him away forcefully, causing him to fall backward. He looked at her in confusion.

"You little pervert."

Zhu Lianchi twisted her sexy body like a snake and coiled around him, her small hand grasping Xu Ping's large penis. While stroking it, she said seductively, "You can't let your sister and Chen'er down in the future, or I'll cut this thing off."

"How dare I?"

Xu Ping grinned lewdly and reached out to knead her breasts. Looking at her seductive appearance, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Was she going to serve him willingly?

Zhu Lianchi let out a seductive moan, giving Xu Ping a flirtatious look before slowly twisting her body towards his crotch. Under Xu Ping's astonished gaze, she slowly opened her small mouth, taking the egg-sized head of his penis into her mouth and sucking on it playfully, licking away the glistening secretions from the tip, looking completely absorbed in the experience.

He was certain! As Zhu Lianchi's soft tongue slowly licked the entire shaft, Xu Ping's mind went blank. Yu Chen's seductive personality was definitely inherited. Don't be fooled by his cousin's usual quiet elegance; once you became her man, you could enjoy her most alluring and seductive service. She was also very uninhibited in bed. Having such a "noble lady in public, slut in bed" was simply too wonderful.

Zhu Lianchi, being a princess, was naturally familiar with these bedroom arts. Furthermore, during occasional visits to her daughter's palace, she had witnessed many novel techniques. Therefore, she was quite adept at them. Her small tongue nimbly roamed over his penis, sometimes licking the V-shape, sometimes playfully tapping the glans. Xu Ping trembled with pleasure. He

even had the illusion that he wasn't being drugged and taken advantage of, but rather that she was seducing him. Just as he was experiencing waves of pleasure from his cousin, his legs were suddenly lifted and placed on her fragrant shoulders, spread apart.

Xu Ping looked up in surprise to see Zhu Lianchi giving him a wanton smile, then burying her face between his legs, her hot little hands cupping his testicles while her small tongue gently licked the legendary G-spot and his crotch.

"Uh..."

Xu Ping stared wide-eyed in disbelief, suddenly feeling her warm little tongue licking his anus again, nimbly circling it. A moment later, it hardened again and thrust inside, causing his prostate to contract instantly, making him groan with pleasure.

Zhu Lianchi worked even harder, her small hands gripping Xu Ping's penis and stroking it up and down, her delicate tongue never ceasing its teasing of his anus. The hot, sticky, and agile sensation was driving Xu Ping almost insane with pleasure.

"So tired..."

After licking for a while, Zhu Lianchi stretched playfully, her breasts displaying even more alluring curves. She looked at Xu Ping with a grin, licked her lips, and said teasingly, "Little brother, let's kiss."

"No, no!"

Xu Ping hurriedly waved his hands. What a joke! Oral sex and penetration—who would dare kiss? However, he was somewhat pleasantly surprised that his cousin, so virtuous in public, was a wanton slut in bed. What man wouldn't like such a woman? If she and her niece were put on the same bed in the future, it would definitely be an ecstasy.

"Hehe, it's still so hard."

Zhu Lianchi's small hands continued to stroke the dragon root, but she couldn't help but want to insert this phallus, which she would share with her daughter in the future, into her body and enjoy that ecstasy.

While stroking it, Zhu Lianchi moved her delicate body forward a little, lowered her head and looked at Xu Ping charmingly, then parted her lips slightly and took the man's nipple into her mouth to lick and play with it. Her soft, wet little tongue licked it skillfully, sometimes sucking, sometimes pressing it hard, making Xu Ping feel so comfortable that his dragon root swelled even more in her hands.

Xu Ping couldn't help but reach down to her crotch, covering her wet and overflowing vulva, slowly touching her vulva. The tingling sensation made Zhu Lianchi moan softly, twisting her hips and opening her legs to make it easier for Xu Ping to play with her vulva, and her little mouth sucked even more vigorously.

The two were completely immersed in their passion when a voluptuous figure silently entered through the door. She quietly pushed it open, and Zhu Lianchi screamed in fright, hiding naked behind Xu Ping, staring dumbfounded as the door slowly opened.

Lin Ziyan, having finished her bath, quietly slipped in when no one was looking. As the door closed, whether from embarrassment or nervousness, beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful face, making her appear extremely shy.

"Master!"

Looking at the two naked figures on the bed, Lin Ziyan's beautiful eyes were filled with shyness as she softly called out, hesitating to approach.

Xu Ping turned his head and saw that his beautiful mother-in-law was truly alluring and seductive. Her long, black hair, still damp from her bath, had the ends casually brushing against her snow-white skin, giving her a unique kind of sexiness. Parts of her delicate, fair skin were exposed, their flawless texture catching the eye. She wore a white silk dress with green accents, exuding both elegance and sexiness. Her breasts, tightly bound by the dress, created a deep cleavage, seemingly emanating an alluring fragrance, showcasing their grandeur.

Zhu Lianchi, seeing Xu Ping's eyes glued to her, felt a surge of displeasure. She gave Lin Ziyan a slight glare, then slowly sat up, wrapping her arms around Xu Ping's waist like a snake, and said in a coquettish voice, "Ping'er, will you two serve me tonight?"

Lin Ziyan naturally noticed Zhu Lianchi's displeasure and jealousy. Even though they had just chatted like sisters, Zhu Lianchi was, after all, a princess, while she was just a commoner, so she dared not act presumptuously. She understood that Princess Changxiao's initiative was also to help her daughter secure a place in the harem in the future, so she could only helplessly lower her head and cast a pleading look at Xu Ping.

Xu Ping was filled with lust at this moment, but he also noticed the subtle change between them. Just as he was about to speak, a chill ran down his spine! Zhu Lianchi boldly took Xu Ping's penis in front of Lin Ziyan and began to stroke it up and down, kissing his ear while breathing hot air seductively, "Ping'er, I'll serve you well tonight."

Her implication was that she wanted Xu Ping to call Lin Ziyan away, but with two beauties before him, and his beautiful mother-in-law, freshly bathed and ready to serve him, who would do something so foolish! Xu Ping immediately feigned ignorance, then leered at Lin Ziyan, saying, "Good sister, come here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin Ziyan, acting like a servant, spoke cautiously, afraid of giving Zhu Lianchi any leverage. Unlike Cheng Ningxue, she wasn't outgoing or casual; in the strictly hierarchical feudal era, she knew exactly what to say in each situation.

Lin Ziyan gracefully walked to the bedside. Zhu Lianchi's face showed a hint of displeasure, but she dared not say anything. Carefully observing the meticulously dressed Lin Ziyan, she couldn't help but admire her beauty—a beauty among beauties. Even as a mother, she exuded the charm of a mature woman, a captivating woman who could drive men wild.

"Get on the bed!"

Xu Ping tugged at her soft hand, leering, "Will you undress yourself, or should I help you?"

Lin Ziyan glanced at Zhu Lianchi's naked body. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, almost without an ounce of excess fat. Even with a flushed face, her elegant demeanor was still captivating. Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat. She dared not let Xu Ping do it, and quickly shook her head, saying, "This servant will undress herself!"

"Ping'er..."

Zhu Lianchi gave her a provocative look, her face still flushed with the effects of alcohol. Suddenly, she flipped over, pinning Xu Ping beneath her. Her vibrant red lips began kissing Xu Ping's chest, seemingly in a show of defiance.

Xu Ping trembled with pleasure, feeling incredibly satisfied. In the end, he had won the contest between the two beautiful women. His cousin kissed his chest, her small mouth gently licking his nipples, bringing different kinds of pleasure. Her small hands slowly roamed over his body, the subtle caresses truly stimulating, especially the feeling of being suspended in mid-air, which aroused his desire even more.

Seeing Zhu Lianchi boldly entangled with Xu Ping right in front of her, seemingly unconcerned about her exposed private parts, Lin Ziyan blushed. She pursed her lips, looking at the wanton scene before her, hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened her skirt sash. Giving Xu Ping a seductive look, she gracefully untied her clothes. The

soft silk skirt fell silently to the ground, rendering her undergarments useless. Lin Ziyan, blushing, covered her exposed body with her hands and slowly moved onto the bed. Looking at the situation, she was momentarily at a loss, after all, the two of them had never even made love, let alone with another woman present.

Zhu Lianchi giggled, her eyes fixed on Lin Ziyan's ample breasts. While licking Xu Ping's stomach, she said meaningfully, "No wonder Ping'er likes you so much, such big breasts, I want to touch them too."

Xu Ping smiled but didn't speak; he'd let them handle this themselves. However, his gaze was also drawn to Lin Ziyan's ample breasts. "They're so big! Even though I've seen them before, I still have the urge to hold them in my hands and examine them closely.

" "Thank you, Princess,"

Lin Ziyan said, blushing, but sitting there staring at them, she didn't know what to do and looked very awkward.

Zhu Lianchi gave her a provocative look and said sarcastically, "Is this how you serve the Emperor? Just sitting there without understanding? Do you expect the Crown Prince to come and serve you? Is this how a servant should act?"

Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head in shame, timidly saying, "This humble woman doesn't know."

"Ping'er,"

Zhu Lianchi smiled charmingly, lowering her head to kiss Xu Ping's face while asking ingratiatingly, "Your little mother-in-law doesn't know how to serve you, does she? Would you like your sister to teach her a thing or two?"

Xu Ping was already filled with lust, looking at the two delicate, alabaster-white women before him, their mature and alluring charm making him want to devour them whole. His cousin's suggestion was tempting, but if he spoke now, it would definitely hurt Lin Ziyan, so he chose to remain silent.

"Come."

Zhu Lianchi smiled ambiguously, then suddenly sat down next to Lin Ziyan, pulling away her hands that were covering her chest. A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes as she looked at her ample breasts, but her tone remained provocative: "How can you serve the Crown Prince like this? Let him see your body first. You're so beautiful, what's there to be afraid of?"

Xu Ping swallowed hard, then, seeing the wanton look in Zhu Lianchi's eyes, thought: This cousin is truly a hidden gem. If it weren't for tonight's events, I would never have known she had such a seductive side.

Lin Ziyan instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but thinking of her daughter's future happiness, she quickly restrained herself, exposing her beautiful breasts to the two men. Although Zhu Lianchi was also naked, this situation still made her very uncomfortable.

"Yes,"

Lin Ziyan nodded obediently, and seeing that both men's eyes were focused on her breasts, she immediately lowered her head shyly.

Zhu Lianchi had no intention of letting her go so quickly. He slowly grabbed her small hand and placed it on Xu Ping's manhood, chuckling, "Come on, move it up and down. It's not like I want you to be a mere vase; you have to move around a bit."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin Ziyan's heart fluttered. The touch seemed to instantly fill her with a masculine aura, arousing her. She took a deep breath and slowly began to stroke his manhood.

Zhu Lianchi nodded in satisfaction, speaking with a touch of superiority, "As a woman, especially one in the Crown Prince's residence, you must know how to please your master. If you don't know anything, you're not even as good as a palace maid. Although your daughter, Xiaoxue, is currently favored, the Crown Prince will eventually ascend the throne. If you don't know anything, you'll be laughed at, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Lin Ziyan nodded timidly. Although her words were somewhat sarcastic, she understood that this was reality, and now she spoke hesitantly.

Xu Ping didn't move, watching Zhu Lianchi's imperious manner, feeling a vague displeasure. Wasn't she treating him like a toy? He immediately glared at her, snorted, and said, "What? Does the princess want to lecture my people here?"

"No way," Zhu Lianchi quickly explained upon hearing Xu Ping's tone, "I'm just teaching her what she should know. Sister knows you dote on them. It's fine if she doesn't understand anything now, but if the Empress finds out, she'll definitely be angry."

Lin Ziyan nodded quickly, meekly saying, "Master, this servant really doesn't understand anything. It's my blessing that the princess is willing to teach me."

Seeing her so apprehensive, Xu Ping felt a little unhappy, but upon reflection, his cousin was right. They could do whatever they wanted in the Crown Prince's residence, but if they did something out of line because of his favor, it would be all over. His mother's temper was not easy to deal with, and besides, in his eyes, Lin Ziyan was just a widowed commoner. She had long harbored resentment, and perhaps he wouldn't be able to protect her if something really happened.

Seeing Xu Ping's expression soften considerably, Zhu Lianchi immediately twisted her body and clung to him, kissing him while saying seductively, "Ping'er, I'm only doing this for her own good. After all, we are the imperial family, not like those commoners. No matter how much you spoil them, they still need to know the difference between ruler and subject."

"Hmm..."

Xu Ping suddenly lost all interest, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He abruptly sat up, signaling Lin Ziyan to stop.

Lin Ziyan thought she had upset Xu Ping and hurriedly sat down to the side. Seeing Xu Ping's cold expression, she became anxious and her eyes reddened.

Zhu Lianchi, sensing something was wrong, immediately shut her mouth, not daring to say anything.

Xu Ping sat up straight, his gaze fixed on Zhu Lianchi, making her lower her head shyly before he softly asked, "Tell me, did my mother send you? What did she say?"

"You... how did you know?"

Zhu Lianchi glanced timidly at Xu Ping, then lowered her head in shame.

Xu Ping snorted coldly, "I told you, why is the most gentle and considerate Princess Changxiao putting on airs? You've never been like this before, and it's strange that you came here. You're not the type to say such harsh things."

Lin Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it wasn't her fault, but upon closer inspection, she was quite surprised. She hadn't expected that the seemingly natural act of intercourse had other reasons. Seeing the unease on Zhu Lianchi's face, her heart skipped a beat.

Zhu Lianchi, now devoid of her previous alluring charm, wore a troubled expression. She gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looked at Xu Ping meaningfully, and sighed softly, saying, "Ping'er, you guessed right. Tonight's events were indeed arranged by Her Majesty the Empress." Despite

the alluring scene before him, Xu Ping was filled with anger. Looking at the two beautiful women in front of him, who seemed to have done something wrong, even though they were completely naked and incredibly sexy, he couldn't muster the urge to punish them. He wanted to find out first what his mother meant by sending his cousin to seduce him.

Zhu Lianchi glanced at Lin Ziyan with difficulty, as if there was something she was embarrassed to say. Seeing this, Lin Ziyan immediately and tactfully put on her clothes while saying palely, "This servant will take her leave."

Seeing her distraught appearance, Xu Ping felt heartbroken but didn't try to stop her. Zhu Lianchi waited until the door closed gently before looking at Xu Ping, her face showing difficulty. "Ping'er," she said, "there are some things I don't need to tell you, but you already know. Her Majesty the Empress has long held a grudge against the women's backgrounds. Plus, during the recent turmoil in the capital, none of these girls conceived, causing quite a stir in the court."

Xu Ping frowned, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "People say that? All they do is spread useless rumors. What's the difference between the court's salary and keeping dogs?"

Zhu Lianchi nodded, also helplessly saying, "There's nothing we can do. His Majesty has to consider what others say, especially since the women in the household are of low birth. Women like Lin Daiyu, widowed, are considered unlucky by the Ministry of Rites. If it weren't for His Majesty's wisdom, perhaps..."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Xu Ping, implying that Ji Xinyue had even considered ordering their execution. Upon hearing this, Xu Ping was instantly enraged. What was this all about? Although people are quite superstitious these days, they shouldn't be this superstitious, even controlling which woman their father sleeps with.

"Damn it!"

Xu Ping's face flushed red with anger as he cursed, "The Ministry of Rites was only quiet for a few days before they started giving me trouble again! These bastards have switched to fortune-telling, huh? And what the hell is this about bad luck? I'm perfectly fine, aren't they cursing me? Damn it all, I'll kill them all one day!"

"Ping'er..."

Zhu Lianchi sighed deeply, hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly, "Your mother told me to tell you that, apart from the girls in the palace now, it's best not to keep those women of questionable backgrounds around you, and those women from the Demonic Sect, otherwise people will gossip about you."

Lin Ziyan couldn't contain her curiosity and was eavesdropping outside the door. Now, upon hearing Zhu Lianchi's helpless words, she understood everything. It was her background and status as a widow that tarnished the reputation of the Crown Prince's residence. She had heard these rumors before, but she hadn't expected anyone to use them to make things difficult for Xu Ping. After thinking it over, she realized it was all her fault. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she ran back to her room, sobbing softly.

"Damn it!"

Xu Ping's anger flared even more upon hearing the low sobbing outside. He jumped out of bed and ran outside naked.

"Ping'er!" Zhu Lianchi called after him, "Don't do this! She's just a commoner!"

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Although he knew his cousin meant no harm, Xu Ping couldn't contain his anger and cursed. While it's true that the imperial family is ruthless, his mother was going too far. Pushing his cousin to offer herself to him, ostensibly out of consideration for his feelings, was even more despicable.

"Master..."

Seeing Xu Ping run out naked, the maids on the road all blushed, but seeing Xu Ping's furious expression, they were too frightened to speak.

"Where's Lin Ziyan?" Xu Ping roared furiously.

The maid knelt down in fright and timidly said, "It seems she went back to her room."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ping rushed over immediately. Before even entering the room, he heard weeping coming from the dark room. Although the sound was low, it was heartbreaking. Besides the weeping, there was also the rustling sound of clothes.

"Lin Ziyan."

Xu Ping pushed open the door and was even angrier at the scene inside. Lin Ziyan was crying with tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful and heartbreaking, but she was sitting on the edge of the bed silently packing her things.

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan burst into tears the moment she saw Xu Ping, lowering her head in shame and sobbing, "This servant is sorry, this servant shouldn't have indulged in momentary pleasure and brought shame upon you. This servant is shameless, and doesn't even remember that she is just a common widow."

"Damn it!"

Xu Ping was furious. He slammed the door shut and rushed forward, throwing her bundle aside, shouting hysterically, "What are you doing? What others say is none of your business! I am the Crown Prince, what I do is none of their concern. Your departure tells others that I am afraid of those old fogies in the Ministry of Rites."

"Master, I'm sorry."

Lin Ziyan threw herself into Xu Ping's arms, wailing and sobbing, tears streaming down her face, "But this servant is indeed an unlucky person! They are right. I know you dote on me, but my lowly body has truly brought shame upon the Crown Prince's residence."

"Ominous my foot!"

Xu Ping pushed her onto the bed, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her lips. Lin Ziyan froze for a moment, then immediately closed her eyes, responding to Xu Ping's teasing with her small tongue, but tears still streamed down her face.

Xu Ping couldn't care less about tenderness at this moment, and began to roughly tear at her clothes, ripping them to shreds. Lin Ziyan was lost in this domineering masculinity, her eyes gradually becoming misty with tears, responding to Xu Ping's kisses while passionately cooperating. Her

skirt fell to the ground in pieces, and Lin Ziyan's mature and alluring body was once again naked. Xu Ping couldn't wait to grab her pair of full breasts and play with them, then lowered his head to put her tender nipples into his mouth.

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan moaned softly, her face flushed and panting, "Take me, I want to be your woman, even if it's just once..."

Xu Ping's lust intensified at the thought. After a passionate roll on the bed, he pinned her down, sat on her breasts, and brought his rock-hard member to her lips.

Lin Ziyan trembled slightly, immediately opening her cherry-like mouth to take the glans in, sucking vigorously. Her small hands roamed haphazardly over Xu Ping's body, her tongue nimbly licking. At this moment, she no longer held back, only wanting to enjoy the intimacy with her lover.

While enjoying her oral service, Xu Ping caressed her vulva with his hands, slowly parting her labia, his fingers rubbing against the sensitive flesh.

Lin Ziyan shuddered, contracting her muscles as she sucked, and her lower body began to secrete glistening love fluid! Xu Ping pulled his penis out of her mouth, his eyes red as he gazed at the sexy beauty before him. Lin Ziyan exuded a captivating allure that stirred any man's desire; every inch of her skin was delicately white with a rosy glow, and her ample breasts were irresistible. Who could bear to let such a beautiful woman leave?

Xu Ping, panting heavily, his breathing quickened. He placed a pillow under her full buttocks, wrapped her legs around his waist, and said with reddened eyes, "Lin Ziyan, from now on you are my woman. If you dare to run away, I'll never forgive you."

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan's eyes reddened again with emotion, but her heart was filled with happiness and sweetness. Xu Ping slowly examined her delicate vulva, a vibrant red already covered with a thin layer of moisture, making it incredibly sexy. He grasped his penis and pressed the head against it, and Lin Ziyan immediately let out a soft moan!

Slowly parting her petal-like labia, Xu Ping accurately located her entrance, tender and juicy. He rubbed against it for a moment, watching intently as the blush on his beautiful mother-in-law's face deepened. With a slow thrust, his glans entered her vagina, possessing this widowed beauty.

"So...so big..."

Lin Ziyan's eyes widened, her mouth trembling, as if her body, empty for so many years, couldn't withstand Xu Ping's demands.

Even after childbirth, her vagina remained tight. Xu Ping felt the powerful, undulating flesh as he continued to push in, breaking through her years of suppressed desire. After a satisfied sigh, his glans seemed to have reached her cervix, his entire penis inside her delicate body.

"Ah..."

Lin Ziyan's body trembled slightly; her body, deprived of pleasure for so long, seemed unable to bear Xu Ping's thick, long size, yet she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Xu Ping took a deep breath, looking at his dragon root inserted into her body. Good things come to those who wait; he had longed to possess her for so long. He immediately bent down to kiss her flushed face, saying emotionally, "Good sister, you can't escape this time, can you?

" "No, I won't run away!"

Lin Ziyan's eyes were slightly red, and she said softly and charmingly, "From now on, I'll stay by your side and serve you as your little maid, okay?" After saying this, tears inexplicably streamed down her face, but her heart felt no unease, only overflowing sweetness.

"Why are you crying again?"

Xu Ping smiled wryly. This woman was indeed made of water, but why was she crying when she was already wet down there? Wasn't she afraid of dehydration?

Lin Ziyan shook her head, tears streaming down her face, rubbing her eyes and smiling as she said, "No, I'm so happy, I've finally given myself to you."

"Silly girl."

Xu Ping hugged her tightly, saying confidently, "Don't overthink it. You know my character." "I won't tolerate any gossip. If you really leave, I'll be even angrier, you know?"

"This servant understands."

Lin Ziyan nodded happily. The discomfort from the fullness in her lower body gradually lessened, replaced by the pleasure of being cherished. She had never experienced this kind of blissful feeling of being in love before.

Xu Ping didn't say much. He straightened up and looked at her with a grin. His hands slowly grasped her breasts and kneaded them. He began to thrust back and forth, pulling his dragon root out a little before plunging it all the way into her body!

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan moaned passionately, looking at Xu Ping with alluring eyes and saying with spring water in her eyes, "This servant is not a young girl of sixteen or seventeen. I'm not that delicate. You don't need to worry about me." Xu

Ping nodded, his hands pressing against her breasts, and began to increase the frequency of his thrusts. His movements gradually became heavier, each thrust penetrating deeply to the hilt, making a "slap slap" sound at their point of union, and further arousing her.

Lin Ziyan's breathing grew hotter, a surging tide of love surging through her nerves, bringing unparalleled pleasure. Gradually, she forgot her restraint and began to moan with pleasure:

"Master...you're so big..."

"I'm dying...be gentle..."

"This servant...I'm going to heaven..."

The two entangled for nearly an hour. Amidst Lin Ziyan's increasingly loud moans, she experienced two orgasms. The surging tide of love nearly made her faint. Each time, Xu Ping could clearly feel the powerful contractions of her vagina and the intense spasms of her body. Each time, she swayed her beautiful body with boundless passion, the undulating waves of her hips and breasts driving Xu Ping even more mad.

By this time, Xu Ping had achieved psychological satisfaction. After her second orgasm, he stopped, holding her and kissing her while whispering sweet nothings, admiring his beautiful mother-in-law's satisfied expression.

Lin Ziyan was so comfortable that she had no strength left in her body. She softly hugged Xu Ping, licking her dry lips, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. Her delicate face was flushed with passion, and her disheveled hair made her look incredibly sexy. At this moment, she was alluring, even more stunning under the nourishment of sex.

"Was it comfortable?"

Seeing that she had rested enough, Xu Ping immediately pulled her up to sit with him, lovingly kneading her tender breasts, watching them change in his hands. After a while, he couldn't resist and continued to enjoy her body.

"Mmm..."

With this sitting, his still-erect penis pressed against her. Lin Ziyan let out a sensitive moan, glancing at Xu Ping with eyes full of spring-like desire, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Master, this servant has never known that being a woman can be so pleasurable. You are so kind."

"I'll make you even more pleasurable!"

Xu Ping smiled smugly, slowly withdrawing his dragon root from her wet little hole, looking triumphantly at the beautiful woman's powerless appearance, and commanded, "Kneel down."

Lin Ziyan obediently glanced at Xu Ping, weakly propped herself up and knelt down, but she seemed to really not know what posture to adopt to receive her lover's favor, kneeling upright, like a kneeling salute during an audience.

Xu Ping was both amused and exasperated. He pushed her smooth, jade-like back, and Lin Ziyan immediately slumped down, her firm, full buttocks raised high. She seemed to understand Xu Ping's intentions, her face flushing slightly. She timidly asked, "Master, do you like it this way?"

Xu Ping stared intently at her snow-white buttocks. Her vulva was already overflowing, glistening with moisture, appearing obscene and alluring. This was where Ningxue was born. Xu Ping felt a surge of excitement and couldn't resist slapping her buttocks. A jolt of electric pleasure washed over her, and Lin Ziyan couldn't help but moan, swaying her hips and teasingly saying, "Master, come and pamper this servant..."

"This little vixen."

Seeing that she was already quite open, Xu Ping immediately gave a lewd smile and told her to lie down. He kneaded her buttocks for a while before slowly kneeling behind her and inserting his dragon root into her body once more, deeply penetrating her vagina.

"Ah..."

Lin Ziyan immediately threw her head back and let out a satisfied moan!

The rear-entry position is a man's favorite, as it allows him to clearly appreciate the beauty moaning beneath him and see her swaying posture with each thrust. Watching his beautiful mother-in-law's voluptuous body tremble beneath him, Xu Ping felt an indescribable excitement and immediately began piston-like movements, holding her small waist.

Clearly seeing how he entered her body each time, and listening to the rhythm of his mother-in-law's breathing with each thrust, Xu Ping felt so comfortable that his mind went blank, and the force of his thrusts increased with each stroke.

"Master... this servant is going to die..."

"Master... faster, faster... faster..."

"I'm coming... I'm coming... you're killing... me!"

Lin Ziyan's allure after her return surprised Xu Ping. Every moan and cry of pleasure was incredibly exciting. Xu Ping enjoyed every inch of her captivating body and sexy movements even more. Lin Ziyan shook her head wildly, her long black hair flying up and down, making her even more sexy, and suppressed moans escaped from her throat.

Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and her whole body convulsed violently. Xu Ping felt her body stiffen, and her vagina began to contract powerfully, tightly gripping his manhood. Knowing that his beautiful mother-in-law was about to have her third orgasm, he immediately increased the force of his thrusts, pounding into her full, round buttocks.

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan let out a long, soft cry, then her whole body convulsed, her tense body going limp, and she lay weakly forward, only able to gasp for breath.

The intense clenching of her vagina made Xu Ping's waist go numb. At this moment, she fell forward, slipping his manhood out of her body. Xu Ping, already eager to take advantage, immediately pressed forward, one hand on her back, and quickly inserted his manhood into her lubricated vagina, thrusting forcefully.

"Mmm..."

Lin Ziyan let out a muffled groan, her mouth trembling. Her already sensitive body, after the orgasm, was now experiencing waves of pleasure. Each thrust of Xu Ping's reached her cervix, bringing a tingling, comfortable sensation. With ample lubrication, the movements didn't need to be too gentle at this point.

With a muffled roar, Xu Ping felt every pore on his body open, his mind tingling. Finally, a wave of pleasure surged through his entire body. His waist tightened, and powerful jets of semen poured deep into her womb.

"Master..."

Lin Ziyan trembled from the heat, her body convulsing.

All the semen was inside her. After ejaculating, Xu Ping felt a wave of pleasure wash over him. His body went limp, and he collapsed onto her back, panting against her sweaty skin, savoring the boundless pleasure of this union of body and soul.

Lin Ziyan closed her eyes, panting as she relived the exquisite sensation. Each orgasm was so intense, the ecstasy indescribable, a feeling of almost ascending to heaven.

The two sweaty bodies intertwined, panting together, silent yet filled with satisfaction and happiness. The air seemed to still carry the scent of passion, but the intensity of their earlier physical contact and the stirring moans were gone.

After a long while, her breathing gradually calmed down. Xu Ping held her in his arms, gently caressing her full, soft breasts while chuckling, "Good sister, did you feel good just now?"

"Good..."

Lin Ziyan responded passionately, gazing at Xu Ping tenderly before shyly resting her head on his chest, saying sweetly, "I've never felt so good before, it felt like I was in heaven..."

"Hehe."

Xu Ping lovingly stroked her hair, his face full of lewdness, "You'll feel this good often in the future, and of course, Xiaoxue will get a share too."

"Master!"

Lin Ziyan blushed, weakly trying to sit up, but as soon as she moved, an indescribable swelling and pain shot through her lower body, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Ping considerately helped her sit up, his face full of loving tenderness.

Lin Ziyan blushed and shook her head shyly, saying, "It's nothing. I just feel like when I was deflowered. You've made me so sore and swollen down there. I don't even have the strength to stand up."

"Haha."

Upon hearing her words, Xu Ping's vanity was immediately satisfied. He hugged her tightly and laughed triumphantly.

Lin Ziyan shrank back in embarrassment, curling up in Xu Ping's chest like a kitten, her eyes half-closed, too shy to look at him. Xu Ping was also aroused at this moment. He pulled her hand to his soft penis and said lewdly, "Come on, suck it for a while. I'll send you straight to heaven in a bit."

"Master, do you want more?"

Lin Ziyan's face was flushed. She obediently began to knead it with her small hands. Even though his penis was covered with a thick layer of her love juice and Xu Ping's semen, which was sticky and had a slightly unpleasant smell, she didn't care at all.

Xu Ping lay down, closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasure brought by her gentle caresses. A charming blush gradually crept onto Lin Ziyan's face. She felt the frightening dragon root gradually hardening in her small hands, and her lower body couldn't help but feel a little uneasy and itchy. Seeing her lover's comfortable appearance, she blushed and slowly lowered her head.

Xu Ping suddenly felt a warm, moist place enveloping him below, a sensation so pleasurable it sent shivers down his spine. Opening his eyes, he saw Lin Ziyan, unabashedly licking the remaining secretions from his penis with her cherry-like lips, her eyes filled with a pleading look. Xu Ping inhaled sharply, clearly stimulated by Zhu Lianchi's words, which had prompted her to be so proactive.

Lin Ziyan cautiously observed Xu Ping's expression, and seeing his apparent pleasure, she breathed a sigh of relief. The intoxicating masculine scent filled her nostrils, and she gradually became lost in the moment. Her small tongue began to lick Xu Ping's penis without restraint, savoring the massive member that had taken her virginity.

From bottom to top, she gently sucked and licked, occasionally lightly touching the glans. Xu Ping closed his eyes, enjoying her increasingly skillful technique. The sensory stimulation grew stronger, and his penis, already ejaculated once, stood erect again, proudly raised, under her teasing.

Lin Ziyan's cherry-like mouth couldn't quite contain her, and a few drops of saliva began to trickle down, making her appear even more sensual and alluring. Xu Ping, having enjoyed her oral service to the fullest, was aroused again by her teasing. His hands continued to grope her breasts as he panted, "You come on top."

Lin Ziyan slowly raised her head, and upon hearing Xu Ping's words, she was immediately startled. She hurriedly shook her head, looking terrified, and said, "Master, please don't humiliate me! How could I dare..."

Xu Ping was truly exasperated. In these godforsaken times, even sex was so fussy. The idea of a woman on top being the man was blamed on the woman, said to damage a man's face and virility. So much pleasure was being stifled by feudal ideology. It was truly a damn disappointment.

He should have properly disciplined her, but his beautiful mother-in-law was now as frightened and bewildered as a young girl in love, her pitiful and alluring appearance too tempting. Xu Ping lost his patience, told her to lie down, and once again entered her charming body from behind, grabbing her breasts with both hands and continuing his favorite piston-like movements.

The two bodies continued to intertwine, Lin Ziyan's passionate moans rang out again, the room filled with their panting and the mingled scent of secretions, the movements of their bodies rapidly raising the temperature in the air.

The second passionate encounter continued until dawn, when finally Lin Ziyan's mature body could not withstand Xu Ping's strength, and she begged for mercy weakly. Xu Ping softened and did not continue to enjoy her lower body, only letting her use her large breasts to perform oral sex on him. Lin Ziyan squeezed her breasts up and down while passionately kissing them with her small mouth, the different pleasures making Xu Ping tremble with pleasure.

As he ejaculated, Xu Ping pushed her down and thrust into her forcefully for a while amidst her weak moans, then poured all his semen into her body before finally falling into a deep sleep, embracing his docile and beautiful mother-in-law with satisfaction.

While the room was filled with the fragrance of passion, Zhu Lianchi was far from content. Although her sacrifice was partly for her daughter and partly at Ji Xinyue's insistence, Xu Ping had already awakened her desires but hadn't provided any real comfort.

Lying alone in bed once more, Zhu Lianchi couldn't help but fantasize about how Xu Ping cherished the body that even Lin Ziyan would envy. She also couldn't help but daydream about the wonderful sensations of her own intercourse with her cousin, wondering if she could handle his terrifyingly large member. Thinking about it, her body grew even hotter, and her small hands, feeling empty and lonely, began to wander over her sensitive areas.

Princess Changxiao, who had always maintained a demure demeanor, blushed increasingly, her breathing becoming hot. Her delicate body, covered by the quilt, writhed restlessly, her small hands moving more violently. With her eyes closed, her mind was filled with the wonderful memories of making love with her cousin…

Chapter Two: The Prince of Zhenbei Enters the

Capital. The capital city was bustling with people in the early morning. Peddlers and laborers were busy making a living. Although it still looked prosperous, it was clear to anyone with discerning eyes that it had become quite desolate due to the Ji Long Rebellion. Although many people were coming and going on the streets, they were obviously not as cheerful as before. Their expressions were cautious and fearful. The overwhelming shouts of killing during the chaos still made these ordinary people feel lingering fear when they thought about it.

Officials were a common sight in the capital. The constables and skilled fighters of Shuntian Prefecture treated this extraordinary period with utmost caution. Normally only deployed by imperial decree, they disguised themselves as various people—scholars or merchants—moving through the bustling, chaotic city, gathering intelligence and watching every suspicious individual.

Tiandu Prefecture also mobilized almost all its forces, patrolling every corner of the capital day and night. Even though things appeared peaceful on the surface, many of Ji Long's spies and cronies were still lurking in the city. Those who dared to resist were executed without prior notification, nipping all evil in the bud. This bloody crackdown brought a degree of reassurance to the people of the capital amidst their fear.

The number of Imperial Guards guarding the capital was doubled, rigorously checking everyone entering and leaving. During this period, regardless of the type of token they carried, everyone was subject to questioning. Although subordinates of the Six Ministries had their complaints, no one dared to provoke them. They were all obedient, completely abandoning their official airs, bowing and scraping, not daring to put on any airs.

At dawn, the Imperial Guards had just completed their rotation, and the eastern gate of Tianjin was particularly heavily guarded. A full five hundred men stood guard outside the gate, their eyes wide, watching everyone entering and leaving, their nerves taut, seeing danger everywhere. Even a young child dared not be careless.

Suddenly, an incongruously tall figure appeared in the long line. The surrounding people quickly parted to make way, and a soldier carrying a spear rushed to his superior's door, whispering, "Captain, look!"

The Imperial Guard captain frowned upon seeing the newcomer. Standing out in the crowd was an elderly man on horseback. Though thin and with a calm expression, his sharp eyes exuded an immense pressure. His golden armor gleamed brilliantly in the morning light, and for some reason, it seemed as if every step he took would leave a trail of corpses. He was imposing and aloof.

The old man already possessed a menacing aura, but even the most luxuriously equipped imperial guards were moved by the sight of his black steed. A black stallion clad in silver armor, despite its advanced age, had a long, black mane and eyes that seemed to possess a kind of intelligence. Unlike ordinary horses, its eyes seemed to radiate a chilling killing intent, sending shivers down one's spine.

"On alert!"

The imperial guard captain's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted back. The imperial cavalrymen swiftly dispersed the civilians, drew their swords, and blocked the city gate, watching the elderly man, who, though aged, radiated boundless killing intent, with wary eyes.

The old man smiled approvingly, seemingly approving of their discipline, but he didn't stop advancing. Each step of his horse's hooves felt oppressive. Only then did the Imperial Guards notice that he was followed by more than ten cavalrymen. Upon closer inspection, although they were no longer young, they all had stern faces and cold eyes, exuding fierceness. Yet, under the old man's imposing aura, no one had noticed their presence, demonstrating the profound impact he had had. The

Imperial Guard captain's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have time to shout. For some reason, facing these dozen or so riders, he felt a sense of fear, an unease he had never experienced before. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't muster the courage to meet the old man's gaze.

"Make way."

The old man led his cavalry to the front. His casual words were filled with the authority of a superior. The dozen or so cavalrymen behind him seemed to disregard the Imperial Guard. Seeing the Imperial Guards take a defensive stance, not one of them changed color. They remained as steady as mountains, their faces expressionless.

The Imperial Guard captain, enraged by the contemptuous attitude, brandished his spear and roared, "You audacious madmen! Who are you stationed here? Riding horses is strictly forbidden within the capital! How dare you swagger in with weapons in the Imperial City! Dismount and submit to inspection!"

"Insolence!"

A rider emerged from behind the old man. A middle-aged soldier with leopard-like eyes and a thick beard, clad in light silver armor and wielding a long-handled broadsword, fearlessly charged forward, glaring and shouting, "How dare a lowly Imperial Guard obstruct my general? Do you intend to commit treason?"

A long roar, like a wolf howling through the mountains, and a glare like a god of death, filled the Imperial Guards with an aura that made them feel inferior. The soldiers before them were clearly veterans of many battles, their every word exuding ferocity.

The Imperial Guard captain, also a man of spirit, immediately mounted his horse, raised his spear, and coldly snorted, saying with a grim face, "The Imperial Guards obey only the Emperor's orders and have the right to execute first and report later. Regardless of whether they are imperial relatives or not, anyone who dares to disobey orders will be severely punished! If you don't hand over your weapons, don't blame us for being ruthless."

"Hah!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers on the city wall immediately drew their bows, aiming their arrows at the old man and his group. Their faces were grim, ready to riddle these uninvited guests with bullets at any moment.

"Come back."

The old man glanced at them coldly for a moment, then said calmly. The general with the long sword felt as if struck by lightning. Even though he was furious, he only glared at them before immediately turning back to his ranks. His expression clearly showed extreme respect for the old man.

"Who goes there?"

The Imperial Guard captain immediately pointed his spear at the old man. Although the general with the long sword had retreated, he dared not be the slightest bit negligent.

The old man's face darkened, but he said calmly, "Prince Zhenbei, Ji Zhongyun!"

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Guards felt a chill run down their spines, each one stunned and speechless. The old man before them was none other than the Prince Zhenbei, a powerful general who had never laid down his armor for twenty years, a founding general whom even the mighty tribes of the grasslands dared not challenge. Upon hearing Ji Zhongyun's name, the Imperial Guards involuntarily took a step back, exchanging glances, unsure why they had retreated, as if driven by instinct.

The Imperial Guard captain felt cold sweat covering his forehead. He then examined the old man's armor more closely, noting the numerous scars and the two fierce-looking wolf heads on the shoulder guards. The armor was exquisitely crafted, with each ring intricately interlocking. Although he couldn't see the helmet, it seemed strangely familiar. After a moment's thought, he exclaimed in surprise, "The Greedy Wolf Chainmail!"

"I didn't expect a little kid to recognize this tattered outfit."

Ji Zhongyun smiled gently, his eyes shining with kindness as he looked into his arms. Suddenly, he raised his head, glared, and shouted coldly, "Since you know, get out of here! If you disturb my baby's sleep, I'll make sure you all die by my blade." The origin of the Greedy Wolf Chainmail is quite legendary. During the founding war, Ji Zhongyun was the general who disliked wearing heavy armor the most, believing it would hinder his ability to kill enemies on the battlefield. He was also fierce and brave, always charging at the forefront of battles. After each major battle, his body was almost covered in wounds. No matter how others tried to persuade him, he wouldn't listen. Later, under the strong order of the Ancestral Emperor, he reluctantly had a set of chainmail made and put on. But this is not the origin of the Greedy Wolf Chainmail.

During the Central Plains War, Ji Zhongyun led the Hungry Wolf Battalion in a standoff with the Yuan army. Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son, Zhu Xiaowen, was captured due to his mischievousness. At the time, he was still an ignorant and naive boy, but he was one of only two sons in the Zhu family. The Yuan army used this as leverage, demanding that the Hungry Wolf Battalion, which was at the forefront, retreat 100 li (approximately 50 kilometers) and that they divide the country along the Yangtze River. Zhu Yuanzhang was torn between his ambition for the empire and his beloved family, unable to choose between them. He sighed and lamented all day, unable to make a decision.

At this time, the Hungry Wolf Battalion, which had been retreating under the Yuan army's surveillance, secretly dispatched a cavalry unit. Ji Zhongyun, in his prime, was highly skilled and daring. He led only 500 light cavalry in a night raid on the Yuan army's main camp. Taking advantage of the fact that the Yuan army had not yet assembled, the 500 elite soldiers fought their way through the encirclement of more than 30,000 men and rescued Zhu Xiaowen that very night, but left behind a field of corpses.

According to contemporary rumors, when Ji Zhongyun returned to the army, only he and another general with a missing arm remained. The other generals were shocked by his bloodied and mangled appearance and smug smile. His horses had already bled to death upon arriving at the camp, and with each step Ji Zhongyun took, the ground resembled a river of blood. His armor plates had been completely torn off, leaving him with almost no protection. He narrowly escaped death in this battle, forging a legendary tale of bravery. The Yuan soldiers held this fearless general in high esteem, and the Hungry Wolf Camp quickly became the most renowned of the four major armies.

Zhu Yuanzhang, moved by his bravery and loyalty, saw Ji Zhongyun's battered body yet still laughing heartily when he brought Zhu Xiaowen back. He was moved to tears and ordered skilled craftsmen to forge a set of chainmail from pure gold and black iron, naming it the "Greedy Wolf Chainmail," and presented it to Ji Zhongyun, vowing never to betray him.

The Imperial Guards, recovering from this legendary tale, took a closer look at the swaddled baby Ji Zhongyun was holding. Inside the baby was a child fast asleep. For some reason, his roar had silenced everyone, demonstrating the formidable power of the Prince of Zhenbei.

"This humble general greets Your Highness."

Despite knowing that the man before them was a major threat to the court, the strict hierarchical system compelled the Imperial Guards to kneel and pay their respects. Most still harbored some fear of this renowned prince from a different surname.

Although the people knew of Ji Long's rebellion, it didn't diminish their respect for this founding general who stood proudly amidst his bones. They all knelt down, shouting, "Long live the Prince!"

Ji Zhongyun smiled gently. His life of military service made him somewhat unaccustomed to such grand gestures, and he was even a little reserved. However, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, all of you, rise."

Only then did the crowd dare to stand up. The people quickly dispersed to make way. The Imperial Guards' imposing manner had vanished, but they remained vigilant and alert. Most of them hadn't even been born when Ji Zhongyun roamed the land, so they were naturally somewhat unruly and didn't readily obey him, though they dared not show it.

Ji Zhongyun gently spurred his horse, stroking the sleeping infant as he softly said, "You should go and announce my arrival. Ji Zhongyun has received orders from the Ministry of War to come and see His Majesty."

"Yes!"

The Imperial Guard captain dared not be careless, respectfully responding and quickly spurring his horse towards the palace.

Ji Zhongyun smiled; perhaps the Imperial Guards' tense reaction did indeed seem amusing to him. A dozen or so riders slowly entered the city gate. Ji Zhongyun, being a prince of a different surname, could naturally ride. At his command, the other soldiers readily surrendered their weapons and dismounted upon entering the city.

The people along the street knelt, curiously watching this legendary prince. Ji Zhongyun remained unmoved, his face full of loving affection as he looked at his great-grandson in his arms. At this moment, he appeared as a gracious old man enjoying family life, his gentle demeanor a complete contrast to his former fierce and valiant nature.

The Imperial Guards were on high alert. Even though Ji Zhongyun was only riding slowly with a dozen or so cavalrymen, the Imperial Guards dared not be careless. Three thousand men, ostensibly escorting, were actually monitoring, following each person closely, their faces grim and extremely tense.

The capital was under martial law, no less severe than during the Ji Long Rebellion. The Nine Gates Commander, the Capital Prefecture, and the Ministry of Justice were all under martial law. Many people mingled among the commoners, constantly monitoring the situation. At least three thousand guards stood watch at each city gate, all tense, worried that Ji Zhongyun might bring his formidable Wolf Pack.

Zhu Yunwen, in the palace, was somewhat taken aback upon receiving the report. He had received absolutely no intelligence about Ji Zhongyun's arrival in the capital. He frowned; Ji Zhongyun dared to come to the capital with only a dozen or so riders. Didn't he know that he was now the greatest threat the court wanted to eliminate? Since Ji Long's rebellion, Ji Zhongyun had neither mobilized troops nor obeyed the court's orders, remaining eerily quiet. Why was he now swaggering into the capital? What was his purpose?

Despite his lack of clues, Zhu Yunwen still received this prince of a different surname with the highest honors. Right Chancellor Guo Jinghao personally went out of the palace to escort the weary Ji Zhongyun to the palace for a bath before leading him to the Emperor.

Zhu Yunwen had personally witnessed Ji Zhongyun's heroic charge of 500 cavalrymen through 30,000 camps. The image of him covered in blood, his bones exposed, yet still laughing heartily, remained vivid in his memory. He was more wary of Ji Zhongyun's ferocity than anyone else. Even though Ji Zhongyun had now abandoned his troops and arrived lightly armed, he had made thorough preparations. While the Imperial Garden appeared peaceful and prosperous, all the high-ranking officials were hidden in the shadows, constantly on guard against any sudden attack from this founding general.

"Ji Zhongyun greets Your Majesty!"

Ji Zhongyun appeared composed, having changed into lighter attire and smiling broadly. He approached Zhu Yunwen and first performed a courtly salute, revealing no hint of his true intentions.

Zhu Yunwen instinctively wanted to step forward to help him up, but a sudden thought startled him, and he refrained. He simply waved his hand warmly and said, "Your Highness, there's no need for such formalities. You are a founding general; there's no need for such formalities. Guards! Bring Your Highness a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ji Zhongyun smiled, and after sitting down, he looked at Zhu Yunwen with a broad smile and said, "Your Majesty was already a dragon among men when you were the Crown Prince, and after ascending the throne, you have been even more diligent in governing. If the late Emperor knew this in the afterlife, he would be deeply gratified."

"Your Highness is too kind."

Zhu Yunwen was polite on the surface, but inwardly he cursed fiercely: If it weren't for your son's rebellion, would I be frowning all day? What are you playing dumb with me for, you old bastard?

Ji Zhongyun clearly felt the oppressive atmosphere around him and noticed the tense stares from all directions, but he didn't show it. He simply smiled, ordered his servants to bring his grandson over, and said with a beaming smile, "Your Majesty, I have just been blessed with a great-grandson and have brought him to the capital. I hope Your Majesty will bestow a name upon him."

Zhu Yunwen thought to himself: You're so romantic. I wish your family line would end. But he still maintained a kind smile, carefully looked at his grandson, hesitated for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Your grandson is so precious. Since he is the descendant of a famous general, how about calling him Ji Zhongjiu?

A descendant of a loyal minister is worthy of such a name." Ji Zhongyun's expression trembled. Loyal to the emperor—this was clearly an accusation that his family descendant was disloyal. Ji Long's rebellion was indeed an unavoidable topic. Ji Zhongyun's face darkened, immediately making the surrounding ambushing troops tense and ready to attack.

As Zhu Yunwen had a palace maid serve tea, he said with a smile, "I wonder what Your Highness's opinion is?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After expressing his gratitude, Ji Zhongyun looked up and stared directly at Zhu Yunwen with a complex expression, his meaning unreadable, yet it made Zhu Yunwen somewhat apprehensive.

The two remained silent for a while before Ji Zhongyun suddenly spoke, "Your Majesty, this old minister is fully aware of the rebellious son's actions! This old minister has also advised him, but unfortunately, the rebellious son is stubborn. It is all due to my family's laxity. I beg Your Majesty to punish him."

Zhu Yunwen thought to himself: It's good that you know. However, he maintained a friendly demeanor and comforted Ji Zhongyun, saying, "Your Highness, why blame yourself so much? Although Ji Long is treasonous, Your Highness is a founding general, the Prince of Zhenbei, who has spent his life fighting for the Ming Dynasty and conquered countless territories. Who would dare doubt your loyalty to the court?"

Ji Zhongyun gave a bitter smile and said self-deprecatingly, "Your Majesty, the crime of treason punishes nine generations of one's family. Even if this old minister has meritorious service, I'm afraid that when the court's army breaches Tianjin, this old minister will not escape having his head chopped off."

Zhu Yunwen thought to himself: That's right, your son is not a cause for concern, but you, old man, are the biggest trouble. At least you have some self-awareness. However, he still shook his head and said, "Your Highness, why do you say that? You have made great contributions to the founding of the nation, which no one can deny! Moreover, you have the Greedy Wolf Armor bestowed by the late Emperor, so the rebellious son's transgressions naturally cannot implicate you."

"Is that so?"

Ji Zhongyun sighed, looked at Zhu Yunwen, and then said leisurely, "Your Majesty, Ji Zhongyun has a request, and I hope Your Majesty will grant it."

"Please speak, Your Highness!"

Zhu Yunwen's heart skipped a beat, as he was about to get to the point.

Ji Zhongyun sighed again, his face somber, and said, "Your Majesty, the rebellious son's crime is entirely my fault for not properly educating him. He has been favored by the court since childhood but has not thought of serving the country. This is also my fault. The crime of the rebellious son must be punished to uphold justice. I only beg Your Majesty to leave an heir for my Ji family."

After speaking, he looked tenderly at his grandson in his arms, but there was no hint of pleading in his tone. Zhu Yunwen's expression turned cold, but for a moment he could not find any words to refuse. If he agreed, he would become a laughingstock, seen as the royal family being blackmailed, and it might even affect the morale of the court and the army. If he didn't agree, what could he do? Even if he executed Ji Zhongyun on the spot, a rebellion by the Hungry Wolf Camp would be even more difficult to handle. At least judging from his current attitude, he didn't seem inclined to raise an army, so he couldn't act rashly.

Ji Zhongyun seemed to sense Zhu Yunwen's dilemma and immediately said, "Your Majesty need not be troubled. Tomorrow, this old minister will give you a satisfactory result. Whether or not you can show leniency then, you will have your own judgment." "

Your Highness has traveled a long way; please rest first!"

Zhu Yunwen couldn't think of a good solution for the moment and could only stall for time.

Ji Zhongyun nodded, holding his great-grandson, and returned to his rarely visited palace under the watchful eyes of the Imperial Guards.

The news of the Prince of Zhenbei's arrival in the capital was like a bombshell in both Tianjin and Beijing, instantly shattering the previously tense standoff and leaving all sides on edge. Meanwhile, the Prince himself seemed oblivious, comfortably enjoying himself in his palace with his grandchildren. In

Tianjin,

Ji Long, smashing things, roared in fury, "He really's in the capital! If the Zhu family takes him hostage, the Hungry Wolf Camp will be unable to move. Wouldn't I become easy prey? What's the point of loyalty then? At this point, even the most loyal family will be executed. Does he only want to see his descendants wiped out?"

A strategist quickly advised, "My lord, although the Prince has ignored our urgent messages and hasn't sent reinforcements to Tianjin, at least he hasn't pledged allegiance to the court yet. There's still a chance to turn things around; it's not the worst-case scenario. Right now, the court is besieging us without attacking." "They still fear his reputation to some extent. Please calm down; things might not be as bad as you think."

After venting his anger by throwing things, Ji Long sat down, panting. Looking at his followers, he took a sip of tea to catch his breath before gritting his teeth and saying, "You're right, but the current situation is very unfavorable for us! To the north, there's Ji Zhengang's broken army camp; the Hebei region is already full of the Crown Prince's men. Add to that Shandong, Zhili, and the capital, all advancing step by step. We're almost completely surrounded. If anything happens to my father, can the garrison in Tianjin stop the imperial army?"

These words silenced everyone. Indeed, the imperial court's siege without direct attack gave them a chance to breathe, but the consumption of food alone was unbearable. Add to that the exploitation of the people to raise funds for the army, and resentment was already widespread. The officials recruited from various places were mostly useless minor officials; without the pressure of the Hungry Wolf Camp, they simply couldn't fight the imperial court.

A sense of dejection washed over everyone, but they couldn't just sit idly by and wait for their fate. They quickly began discussing countermeasures, but for a time, no one could fathom Ji Zhongyun's intentions, and they couldn't come up with a single solution no matter how hard they tried. Things weren't easy in Tianjin, and the situation in the capital wasn't much better.

The six ministries of the court were abuzz with discussion, and even Guo Jinghao was finding it difficult to quell the unrest. In the Imperial Study, Zhu Yunwen dismissed everyone and sighed as he pondered a solution.

Xu Ping, not daring to linger in the comforts of his home, rushed to the palace upon hearing the news, not even giving his beautiful mother-in-law a farewell kiss. The father and son discussed the matter all day, until the moon was high in the sky, but still hadn't come up with a feasible plan. After all, Ji Zhongyun's initiative to come to the capital had defied everyone's expectations, and they didn't know what he was up to, leaving them somewhat at a loss.

"Ping'er, don't you have any good ideas either?"

Zhu Yunwen sighed deeply. In just one day, his hair had turned much whiter, he hadn't eaten or drunk anything due to worry, and his dark circles made him look extremely haggard.

Xu Ping scratched his head until it resembled a bird's nest, using all his energy to think for a long time. Finally, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Father, to be honest, I can't figure out what he's up to. Bringing so few people to the capital so rashly, isn't he afraid we'll kill him? I don't believe he has three heads and six arms and can't be killed."

Zhu Yunwen put his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and then smiled bitterly, "If he's afraid of this situation, he's not the Prince of Zhenbei. I have considered taking him hostage, but if we do that, it will incite dissatisfaction among the soldiers of the Hungry Wolf Camp, and the situation will be even more difficult to manage. After all, they never obey the orders of the Ministry of War, and most of them are veterans who crawled out of the corpses with Ji Zhongyun!"

"Sigh."

Xu Ping was so worried that he almost scratched his head raw.

Zhu Yunwen was also at a loss. They discussed the matter until midnight, but still couldn't come up with a solution. Ji Xinyue was heartbroken and ordered the imperial kitchen to send food, but faced with these delicacies that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of, the father and son ate nothing but gourmet food, losing their appetite after only a little.

The entire court and the country were discussing this matter, but after a sleepless night of discussion, they still couldn't come up with a good solution. When they woke up the next day, all the officials had dark circles under their eyes, and when they met, they could only manage a wry smile.

The imperial guards continued to diligently guard the city gates. Having learned of yesterday's events, they were even more vigilant today, but driven by their gossipy nature, they couldn't help but listen to the people's discussions while also speculating about Ji Zhongyun's arrival. At this moment, the imperial guards at the north gate encountered almost the same situation as yesterday: a group of unfamiliar cavalry approached from afar, each one looking tall, imposing, and extremely powerful.

"General Jinwu has arrived!"

Ji Zhengang, the leader, was stern-faced. He had rushed over after receiving a letter from Ji Zhongyun wishing to reminisce, and along the way, he couldn't fathom Ji Zhongyun

's intentions. The current Empress's biological father, the Grand General of the Po Jun Camp, a founding general of the Ming Dynasty—no one dared to obstruct such a powerful figure. The Imperial Guards were unusually courteous, sending a special team to clear a path for Ji Zhengang. Compared to yesterday's display, only the number of surveillance personnel was reduced, but they dared not be negligent in the slightest, as this was currently the only military general in the Ming Dynasty capable of rivaling Ji Zhongyun. Ji Zhengang wasn't in a hurry to enter the palace, but instead ordered them to lead the way to the Ministry of Works, a sinister smile on his face that sent shivers

down the spines of those around him! Ji Baofeng, now much heavier, was discussing the construction of some iron components with several people. Compared to those so-called scholars, they were truly oblivious to worldly affairs, showing no interest in anything like the Prince of Zhenbei—they were practically madmen.

"General Jinwu has arrived!"

The gatekeeper's loud shout instantly terrified Ji Baofeng, turning his face pale and his lips bloodless.

Ji Baofeng tried to climb over the wall to escape, but as soon as his legs dangled in the air, he was grabbed like a chicken. Ji Zhengang, grinning, grabbed him by the back of his collar and said sarcastically, "Good son, you came to the capital without even telling your father, making me worry so much."

"Father, I..."

Ji Baofeng's lips trembled as he spoke, but before he could finish, a sharp pain in his neck and his vision went black, and he fainted.

Ji Baofeng, carrying his unconscious son, mounted his horse and rode towards the Imperial Uncle's residence, leaving the Imperial Guards dumbfounded. As soon as the gate opened, the soldiers outside stood guard, swords drawn, looking around warily, which terrified the servants.

Several beautiful women rushed out to greet them. One by one, the women stepped forward cautiously and offered their greetings. Ji Zhengang glanced at them, looked at the women before him, smiled with satisfaction, and asked with concern, "Is any of you pregnant?"

"Reporting to the General, I am pregnant!" a woman said, her face flushed with embarrassment, barely daring to breathe.

"Haha, don't be so formal."

Ji Zhengang was beaming with joy and said affectionately, "I am your father-in-law. From now on, just call me 'Father' like this brat does. We're family, no need to be so reserved."

"Father."

The women quickly and sweetly called out, making Ji Zhengang very happy. "Which of you is pregnant?"

Ji Zhengang immediately inquired about the matter of continuing the family line. Upon asking, he learned that only one young woman was pregnant. Since the aphrodisiac incident, his son had rarely returned home, seemingly deliberately avoiding them. No wonder these young women couldn't hide their disappointment. Hearing this, Ji Zhengang couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Ji Zhengang brazenly carried his unconscious son into the house, whispered something to a general of the Imperial Guard, and then immediately showered his daughters-in-law with concern. His kind attitude moved the neglected palace maids to tears, making them feel as if they were being pampered by their grandfather. Under Ji Zhengang's amiable influence, the family lived in harmony and peace. The only discordant element was Ji Baofeng, who was left on the armchair, rolling his eyes.

At the entrance, led by the eager servants, a delicate and charming little girl timidly entered. After cautiously glancing at Ji Zhengang, she immediately knelt down and bowed respectfully, saying, "This humble woman greets the General."

"Heh, get up."

Ji Zhengang scrutinized her for a few moments, making Qiao'er very uncomfortable. Suddenly, his face hardened, and he shouted, "You're the one who drugged my son, aren't you? How dare you!"

Ji Zhengang's glare instantly turned everyone pale with fright. Qiao'er trembled slightly, her cute little face filled with fear and unease, but she still forced herself to stand up and nodded nervously, saying, "It was indeed this humble woman who drugged him."

"Hmph!" Ji Zhengang snorted coldly, "You're quite bold for such a young age. Don't you know he's the Emperor's brother-in-law? This is blasphemy!"

"This humble woman knows her crime."

Qiao'er quickly knelt down, but upon closer listening, Ji Zhengang showed no remorse whatsoever, and even seemed to be chuckling. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Zhengang, being naturally cheerful and only wanting to tease her, immediately laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, you're Ping'er's little maid, right? What's your name?"

"This humble woman's name is Qiao'er,"

Qiao'er quickly adopted an extremely obedient demeanor, her pitiful and innocent appearance making it impossible to be angry with her.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

Ji Zhengang's voice was low, his meaning unclear.

"This humble woman doesn't know,"

Qiao'er obediently shook her head.

Ji Zhengang chuckled, his previous serious demeanor suddenly vanishing, replaced by a playful yet slightly disgruntled smile. "You should at least have informed me first! And Ping'er, that child, really! How could he only do something like this once? You should all keep trying! Look at him, a prince, only bestowed a few little girls upon his uncle. You should remind him about this."

His words made the women lower their heads in embarrassment. Qiao'er was also somewhat taken aback. She had long heard that this general was approachable, even a little disrespectful of his age, but she hadn't expected him to be this disrespectful, actually blaming her for not giving her son more aphrodisiacs. This was practically an older version of her master!

"Come here!"

Ji Zhengang beckoned with a smile, a wicked grin on his face. "You still have that medicine, right? Let me see it!"

"Yes."

Qiao'er felt a little dizzy and dazedly pulled out a pink bottle, respectfully handing it over.

"How much is effective for a normal person?"

Ji Zhengang grinned mischievously, like a child about to commit a naughty act. This scene left the Imperial Guards sweating profusely. Was this really the renowned General of the Golden Guard? He looked like a complete old rogue! However, the soldiers of the Broken Army Camp didn't seem to care, as if they were used to his disrespectful old man's behavior.

Qiao'er was still a little dazed and instinctively gestured with her hands, saying, "A fingernail's worth of this medicine is enough. Take it with water, and it will take effect immediately."

"Good!"

Ji Zhengang chuckled, ordered someone to bring a teacup, and first added a fingernail's worth. Feeling unsatisfied, he added more, muttering, "Add more, preferably enough so he can't straighten his back tomorrow. Give me a hard time, consider it the price for making me angry for forty years."

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat. Was this really a father? They were all dumbfounded as Ji Zhengang, with a wicked grin on his face, poured the aphrodisiac down the throat of the unconscious Ji Baofeng. Ji Zhengang then ordered someone to take him back to his room, turned around, clapped his hands, and smiled smugly, looking like a petty person who had achieved his goal. He was utterly despicable!

Ji Zhengang chuckled, then added the drug to a pot of tea. Addressing the blushing women, he said, "Daughters-in-law, as the saying goes, a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Those of you who aren't pregnant yet, drink a sip. Hurry up and make love with your husbands in a little while. I'm counting on you to produce offspring. Whoever gets pregnant, I'll have the Emperor grant you a marriage, so you can enter the family in style."

In those days, no one spoke so openly about matters of the heart. The women were immediately overcome with shyness, but faced with the temptation of a formal marriage, they were still tempted. Finally, one bold young woman drank a sip, and the others followed suit, blushing as they willingly drank the aphrodisiac. Even though having sex in broad daylight seemed absurd to them, none dared refuse Ji Zhengang. They also fantasized about the happiness of being carried in a grand sedan chair. After drinking, they offered a blessing, their faces flushed as they returned to the back chambers, anticipating Ji Baofeng's unleashed beastly desires.

Ji Zhengang then spent some more time fussing over the pregnant girl, instructing her to take good care of herself and making numerous promises before finally standing up, laughing loudly, and saying, "Alright, now that the important business is done, let's go to the palace and have some fun."

Qiao'er finally realized what it meant to be out of touch with reality. Giving her son aphrodisiacs was the important business, but the Prince of Zhenbei's visit to the capital was considered fun? What kind of person was this? The little girl stared wide-eyed,

mouth agape, unable to utter a single word. Even the usually mischievous girl felt utterly naive in the face of Ji Zhengang's disrespectful behavior. Seeing her standing there dumbfounded, Ji Zhengang suddenly slapped his forehead as he walked out the door and beckoned to Qiao'er, "Little one, come here for a moment."

"Yes."

Qiao'er quickly ran over, still feeling a little dizzy and disoriented.

Ji Zhengang, his face stern, earnestly instructed, "You stay here and keep a close eye on things. Once things quiet down a bit, have someone make a soup with some medicine and send it in for the Imperial Uncle. When it's almost over, replace all those women. Go to the palace and have my daughter, the Empress, send a few more. Don't let him stop before sunset, understand?"

"Ah..."

Qiao'er was stunned, her mouth agape, speechless for a long time. Was this really her biological daughter? This father treated his son like breeding livestock.

Ji Zhengang chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright if he's a little unwell. Just be careful with the dosage and don't kill him. Remember to ask the Empress for a few more, you know? There are so many women in the palace, they're just sitting there. Tell her to send a few more to her brother as a token of respect, and say it's my order."

"Okay."

For the first time, Qiao'er felt incredibly stupid. Faced with his disrespectful behavior, she couldn't understand at all, her mind as dull as a fool's.

"Good boy."

Ji Zhengang smiled contentedly, mounted his horse, and rode towards the palace, humming a little tune.

The Imperial Guards following behind were drenched in sweat. Both were founding generals, both were once powerful figures who had dominated the world, yet the difference in their demeanor was so stark. The Prince of Zhenbei's arrival in the capital felt like a storm was brewing, making everyone uneasy. The Golden Guard General's first action upon arriving in the capital was utterly ridiculous. It was hard to believe that this rogue-like figure had led the Broken Army to sweep across the Central Plains. Was this really the legendary, arrogant general?

A cool breeze blew by, and Qiao'er stood at the door, still dazed, until the steward cautiously called out! Only then did she snap out of her daze. What kind of general was this? He was practically a thunder god descended to earth! Spending just a short time with him, the little girl felt like her brain was dead; she couldn't think straight.

"Damn it!"

Qiao'er slowly came to her senses and pouted, muttering unhappily, "The young one is a pervert, the old one is a rogue. Who are these people? They're all so shameless."

The steward was somewhat displeased with Qiao'er's angry words, but dared not say anything and respectfully invited the furious Qiao'er inside.

Ji Zhengang's arrival surprised Zhu Yunwen and Xu Ping, but his timing was perfect. The two had been anxiously waiting after receiving the report, and it was only after a long wait that he finally arrived. Before they could even exchange a few pleasantries, Ji Zhengang proudly boasted about the good deed he had just done and even demanded that Zhu Yunwen not be stingy and send a few more palace maids over. This smug face left the father and son speechless.

“Grandpa, let’s not talk about this for now.”

Xu Ping smiled wryly and asked helplessly, “Did Ji Zhongyun say anything about the situation when he wrote to you asking you to come over?”

“No.”

Ji Zhengang shook his head, saying in a nonchalant tone, “He just said he was coming to catch up.” He then immediately revealed his mischievous old man face, giving Xu Ping a disapproving look and saying, “You brat, you’re so stingy with your uncle! It’s fine if you don’t give him money, but couldn’t you at least give him a few more women? There are plenty of palace maids, I thought a few were pregnant, but I was so happy for nothing.”

“This…”

Zhu Yunwen said awkwardly from the side, “Father-in-law, let’s not discuss this for now, okay? Once this is over, I will definitely make proper arrangements for Baofeng’s affairs and make sure he can produce many children for you.”

"That's more like it."

Ji Zheng smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly slapped his forehead, saying embarrassedly, "Oh right, I was so happy that I forgot you're now the emperor and the crown prince, and I forgot to pay my respects."

The father and son gritted their teeth, looking at his grinning face, wishing they could drag him out and beat him up! Ji Zhengang realized he'd gone too far and quickly chuckled sheepishly, saying, "Alright, you two, stop looking so hostile. Tell me what's going on here."

Xu Ping quickly recounted the discussions in Beijing over the past two days and Ji Zhongyun's attitude. Upon hearing this, Ji Zhengang pondered for a long time before smiling and saying, "Forget it. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. We'll deal with whatever comes our way. My dilapidated military camp is there; you don't need to worry about trouble in the Northeast. Get some rest and recharge. I'll go see him tomorrow."

"Grandpa, why don't you stay at my place?"

Xu Ping immediately adopted a filial demeanor. Indeed, thinking about things too much would only make things worse; it was better to act according to circumstances, as he suggested.

"No, thank you."

Ji Zhengang waved his hand, grinning mischievously. "I have to monitor Baofeng's baby-making plan tonight. I'll go to the palace early tomorrow morning. Just remember to send the palace maids over."

Zhu Yunwen's veins bulged, but he realized there was no other way. Why make himself so tense? If he couldn't think of a good solution, he could only wait and see what Ji Zhongyun was up to before devising a countermeasure.

Ji Zhengang hummed a little tune as he stood up, but just before leaving, he suddenly said meaningfully, "You two, as anxious as you are, don't let others see it. If even you look like you're facing a major crisis, how can the officials and the people of the land feel at ease?" With that, he turned and left.

Zhu Yunwen was stunned for a moment, then realized it made sense. The tension between father and son would only make the atmosphere in the court more tense. Xu Ping also pondered thoughtfully. Although his grandfather always seemed carefree, he had weathered many storms and naturally wouldn't take these matters lightly. His words were a wake-up call. Had he been overly nervous?

"What to do?"

Zhu Yunwen seemed relieved, his tightly furrowed brows relaxing as he smiled at Xu Ping.

Xu Ping glared at him, saying irritably, "What else is there to do? I'm going back to my boudoir. You can go and ravage the palace maids if you want, just relieve your pent-up desires; it'll be good for your health. Just don't let him scare you into impotence."

"You brat!"

Zhu Yunwen immediately jumped up and cursed, "You dare lecture me? Aren't you afraid I'll ransack your house?"

"Ran it, it'll be my inheritance sooner or later." Xu Ping smiled wickedly, unmoved. His grandfather's words had truly enlightened him, and he quickly put his worries aside, planning where to spend the night.

The Imperial Uncle's mansion was filled with moans and groans. The servants wore expressions of jealousy and ambiguity. Qiao'er, however, sat in the courtyard, seething with anger, venting her frustration on the apple in her hand, taking a bite and then cursing.

A row of beautiful young women stood before her, their faces flushed, standing gracefully, listening to the old palace maid's reprimands, ready to offer themselves at any moment, shyly listening to the sounds from inside the room, waiting for the moment her robes would be gently undone.

"Damn it!"

Qiao'er grumbled in discontent, "Why am I always assigned such things!"

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