[Wuxia] The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World's People [Complete] - 18

Chapter Seventy-Three: Fighting the Mongols Again, Beating Them to the Brink of Death;
Establishing an Independent State, What Can the Southern Song Court Do To Me?

Another month passed in the blink of an eye. The only good news I received during this time was that the Golden Wheel Monk and Yin Kexi had
been driven away by Ariq B?ke. To be honest, they really got rid of two thorns in my side, making me find Ariq B?ke increasingly endearing. That day,
Lü Wende invited me to the central military camp for a meeting, saying there was important matter to discuss.

"Inspector Yang, an imperial decree has arrived. The court, accusing you of unauthorized killing of a court official, usurping power, and disrupting the peace talks, demands
my arrest." Lü Wende stood meekly in the military tent, where his brother Lü Wenhuan, generals Du Shu and
Nie Bin . Lü Wende, naturally aware of his own limitations, and being shrewd in his dealings, immediately took out the official gazette and
showed it to me and Rong'er.

After reading it, I sneered; this outcome was entirely within my expectations. Jia Sidao's peace negotiations have completely failed, and my furious
execution of Zhao Yu has given Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao a crucial pretext to bring me down. This is the difference between a wise ruler and a foolish one. A wise ruler only
acts like "discarding the bow after the birds are gone" when the world is at peace; while a foolish ruler is always thinking about
discarding . However, the phrase "holding an army and establishing oneself independently" is too heavy a burden, so it's understandable that Emperor Lizong of Song wanted to get rid of me.

"I will not surrender, but I will leave Xiangyang," I said, folding up the official gazette and throwing it back.

Lu Wende panicked and hurriedly said, "Nephew, you can't abandon the people of the city! If you leave, Xiangyang
will inevitably suffer destruction and death."

Rong'er coldly replied, "Then what will you do? Tie us up and claim credit with the Mongols?"

Lu Wende waved his hands repeatedly, "Of course not. The Mongols are powerful and ambitious. If we leave today, they'll come back tomorrow.
How could I, Lu Wende, make such a cowardly decision? Perhaps we should defeat them with all our might and then report our victory. Maybe things
will turn around."

I sneered as I watched Lu Wende's shifty eyes, knowing he was up to no good. What do feudal emperors fear most? Nothing more than being granted
land and powerful figures who threaten their rule. Did Emperor Lizong of Song not know that I had defeated a hundred thousand men with only ten thousand? He was playing
dumb with me. What was Lu Wende up to? He wanted me to gather all the brothers of the Tiger Warriors Battalion, along with our newly established Wolf Riders, Iron Wall
, and Firearms Battalions, and send them to the Mongols' clutches. You're ruthless, so I'll be ruthless too. I want to see
what you'll look like when you know what "throwing meat buns to a dog, never to return" means.

My elite troops assembled in Xiangyang City within a day. Xinye City remained in the hands of Chen Zhenyuan and Mo San, and
the defense of Xinye City was handled by martial arts practitioners and Beggar Clan disciples who had withdrawn from Xiangyang City. Meanwhile, the Mongol army's supplies were plentiful,
and they had advanced to within fifteen miles north of Xiangyang; a major battle was imminent.

"Inspector Yang, we have the divine weapon of firearms in Xiangyang City. Quality over quantity is key. For this campaign, I'll allocate you
five thousand men to assist us in the vanguard. What do you think?" Inside the military tent, Lü Wende said to me.

I sneered inwardly. Five thousand men? To lure me out of the city to my death, you sent such a large procession of soldiers to be buried alive with me! Quite a grand
gesture… I nodded and said, “These mere Mongol barbarians are nothing but chickens and dogs in my eyes; five thousand are enough.”

Lü Wende's expression relaxed, and he was about to nod when I stopped him, saying, “General, wait a moment. I wish to personally
select these five thousand soldiers. Would you grant me permission?”

Lü Wende, wanting me to leave the city quickly, immediately nodded and said, “Of course, all expenses and deployments are at Inspector Yang's discretion.”
Lü Wenhuan wanted to discuss it with his elder brother, but seeing me present, he didn't say anything more.

I nodded and led the way out of the military tent, heading towards the drill ground to muster the troops.

The Lü brothers followed far behind, also leaving the military tent with me. Lu Wenhuan walked behind his brother and whispered, "
Brother , I feel something's off. Is this kid up to something?"

Lu Wende, seeing I was far enough away, said ominously, "Whatever he's up to, as soon as he leaves the city, signal Li
Lie to bring 50,000 Xiang Army soldiers into the city and take control of his family. His skilled wives should go with him to
the battlefield . Capture Guo Fu and the other two pregnant women, and he'll have no choice but to fight the Mongols to the death. When they're both exhausted,
we'll strike. Those new firearms are incredibly powerful. If Yang Guo wins, we'll follow and ambush them, wiping them
all out. If the Mongols win, we'll hold the city, and they'll retreat when their attack weakens."

"Brother, what a brilliant plan!" Lu Wenhuan deeply admired his brother's ingenious strategy and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Hehe, if we win this battle, the day when we brothers enter the court and are ennobled as marquises and prime ministers won't be far off," Lü Wende said with a smug
smile. However, their wishful thinking wasn't quite right. By the time the two of them reached the command platform, I had already ordered the drums to be beaten to gather the generals
.

Lü Wende was shocked. Before he even arrived, this brat Yang Guo dared to beat the drums to gather the generals. This was utter contempt for him. He
rushed up the platform, but one of my personal guards had already blocked his way. Lü Wenhuan, hearing the drums and gongs, also
knew something was wrong and followed closely behind Lü Wende. When Lü Wende suddenly stopped, he bumped into his brother's back. When he tried to back
away, a sharp knife was already pressed against his back.

I had seen through their scheme of using one enemy to devour another long ago. Last night, Chu Qing personally took action and stole
Lü Wende . The two guards behind me were Rong'er and San Niang in disguise. While they were panicking, I
subdued . I even instructed Rong'er that, in a last resort, she could use the Soul Transfer Technique on Lü Wende.

Soon, 20,000 battle-hardened elite soldiers gathered on the training ground. From their orderly formation, I couldn't help but
admire them ; this was the culmination of my master's years of hard work! Training for a thousand days is for this one moment; the key to breaking the deadlock lies in today's
outcome.

Two drumbeats sounded, and the troops were assembled, the generals taking their places. High-ranking generals like Du Shu, Nie Bin, and Yan Yu, knowing
the inside story, were all taken aback when they saw me standing on the reviewing stand. But before they could speak, more "guards" followed
them—it was Chu Qing, Ying'er, and Xiao Longnv. With blades at their feet, and knowing I killed without flinching, they all fell silent,
daring not to utter another word.

On stage, I proclaimed loudly, "Brothers, do you recognize me?"

"Yes!" came the resounding reply from ten thousand men, their voices echoing through the mountains and rivers! Whether they were soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang who had heard my "Loyalty to the Country,"
participated in the great battle three months prior, or read the Xiangyang Times' report on the ruthless erasure of our Xiangyang victory, or...
Those who attended Uncle Guo's funeral, who watched helplessly as Kublai Khan and over ten thousand Mongol prisoners swaggered out of Xiangyang...
gathered here, all filled with immense grief and indignation. Thus, those two simple words contained a deeper, unwavering belief
in shared hatred of the enemy and a vow to defend Xiangyang.

"I won't say more! Today, the Mongols came again, bringing us cattle and horses. Can we let them go back empty-handed
?" I suddenly asked.

For a moment, the drill ground was silent. Everyone looked at each other, unsure how to answer, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
A soldier I had arranged beforehand shouted, "No! We'll give them a good beating!"

This single sentence stirred up a storm. Everyone then remembered that we now possessed incredibly powerful firearms. The muskets I now commanded
, and their immense power in actual combat, had already become legendary among the people. Some said it was a divine
rocket , indestructible; others said I was a righteous god of thunder descended to earth to save the people from suffering; still others
said the Little Dragon Girl was the daughter of the Dragon King of the East Sea, and since the dragon god brought rain, she must have brought lightning, right? These firearms were
brought by the Little Dragon Girl from the East Sea Dragon Palace… These absurd rumors, when cleverly utilized, proved surprisingly effective, ensuring that the morale of the soldiers and civilians
of Xiangyang City did not plummet.

I waited until everyone quieted down before continuing, “The Mongols are wolves, a greedy pack of wolves, an ungrateful bunch of
beasts ! You feed them, and they'll come back to hunt you again. When you're dragged down and broken, they'll bite your throat,
suck your blood and marrow dry, and devour the flesh and blood of our families. Do you all agree to this?”

“No!” The soldiers’ passion was already ignited. Hearing my question, and thinking about the recent
tribute , they easily connected it to my analogy. Their eyes turned red, as if they could see their wives and children
being raped and murdered by the Mongols.

"Good! From this day forward, we will declare to the world, we will declare to the world that we will use our weapons, our
flesh and blood, not only to protect our families, but also to drive these Mongol wolves back to the grasslands. China will not perish, for I
am here! Drive out the Tartars, restore the Central Plains!"

"Drive out the Tartars, restore the Central Plains!" The thunderous roar echoed over Xiangyang City. Even
Li Lie, the Xiang Army leader outside the city, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer ferocity of the Xiangyang people's fighting spirit despite the overwhelming disparity in the battle situation . He lamented
that the slogan was too naive. "Drive out the Tartars, restore the Central Plains? I haven't dared to dream of such a thing in twenty years," Li
Lie murmured, frowning… Meanwhile, Ariq B?ke, sitting confidently in his Mongol tent, seemed to already see
the wealth, beauty, and glory that lay before him after the fall of Xiangyang. And what he didn't want to miss even more was how to thoroughly humiliate Kublai Khan. "
Second brother, let me teach you how to fight this battle."

The old Prime Minister Borju rode up to Ariq B?ke, saw the fanaticism in his eyes, and couldn't help but try to cool things down:
"Fourth Prince, although Xiangyang has fewer than 30,000 soldiers, its walls are high and its moats deep. We must not underestimate them!"

Ariq B?ke looked at his old prime minister, a man loyal to the Golden Family his entire life, and couldn't help but feel a touch of disdain. He thought: Old age makes one timid.
"A roc that has shed its feathers can never return to the azure sky." This saying was absolutely true.
"Old Prime Minister, your worries seem a bit excessive. I can't think of any reason why our 200,000 troops
could possibly lose attacking a mere Xiangyang. We are the darlings of the gods, we are the overlords of the world, and the glory of the overlords does not allow for such despicable
cowardice."

"However..." Borju also found the Second Prince Kublai Khan's defeat strange. He had studied the muskets the soldiers had salvaged from the battlefield
, but without gunpowder, a musket was just a block of iron; how could he possibly understand it? During the peace talks, he
sent men to Xiangyang to collect many rumors about the musket, but the information obtained was bizarre and far-fetched, failing to
truly piece together the reality of the legendary weapon. He had privately probed Kublai Khan about it,
but Kublai Khan, indignant at Ariq B?ke's mockery and humiliation, evaded the question and refused to reveal the truth. Clearly, Kublai Khan was
waiting to see Ariq B?ke make a fool of himself, so Borju felt a sense of unease and couldn't help but remind him.

"No need to say anything more, I know what I'm doing, you may leave!" Ariq B?ke, annoyed by his lecture, waved his hand, signaling him
to leave .

Borju sighed, bowed, and withdrew.

A scout reported that Yang Guo, the lord of Xiangyang, had sent someone to deliver a challenge. Upon receiving the challenge, Ariq B?ke was stunned. He had been most
worried about Xiangyang's strong walls and wide moat, but unexpectedly, the southerners had voluntarily abandoned their only advantage and
dared to launch a preemptive attack. But then he reconsidered. Perhaps, as Right Chancellor Borju had said, the Southerners were plotting something big? "
Guards ! Summon the Left and Right Chancellors for a meeting!"

Left Chancellor Alandar was his father-in-law, and this southern campaign had been approved by ?gedei Khan. He was here
to advise , truly his strategist.

Ariq B?ke passed the letter of challenge to the two men, and both wise men frowned deeply. The letter had arrived abruptly, and its contents
were astonishing. How many years had it been since anyone dared to directly confront the Mongol cavalry on the battlefield? So long that they could barely
remember . Alandar spoke first: "Since they want to fight in the open, they must have something to rely on. We can send scouts to reconnoiter
the terrain first, and then use the cavalry's charge ability to annihilate them in one fell swoop. In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks
are just laughable jokes."

Borju shook his head and retorted: "Such actions, although they will surely win, will inevitably cause heavy casualties. It would be better to send infantry forward
to test the enemy's strength."

Alandar said: "But if the enemy really has an ambush, wouldn't the infantry casualties be even greater? At least the cavalry can
withdraw from the battle more quickly."

Borju said: "But the cavalry are all warriors from our various units!"

"The value of warriors is precisely reflected on the battlefield! If the infantry suffers too many casualties, and the enemy retreats back into the city, the infantry
will be the main force for attacking the city. Do you expect our warriors to ride on horseback to the city walls?" Alandar argued loudly.

"Alright, stop arguing! My force has 20,000 cavalry, and my second brother will send 10,000. The cavalry will lead the charge, followed by 30,000 infantry.
If the attack goes smoothly, the infantry will then advance on the city. If the attack is stalled, the cavalry can retreat, and the infantry will cover the rear."
The Mongols had very few longbowmen, so they were somewhat overwhelmed by the formidable walls of Xiangyang. Ariq B?ke considered
both of their opinions and felt that the infantry had an even more important task, so he summarized the situation.

When Ariq B?ke and Kublai Khan's banners arrived, I, leading four divisions, had been waiting at the designated battlefield for some time.
The ten thousand-strong army was disciplined yet exuded a murderous aura. I was clad in golden armor, wearing a beast-faced, phoenix-winged helmet, a golden
dragon- and-sun chainmail, a lion-mane belt, and cloud-embroidered boots. My warhorse snorted and roared. It wasn't that I
wanted to dress so flamboyantly; a general is the soul of the army, and this attire was
a necessary preparation to boost the morale of the entire force. This was my first time commanding an army in battle, and to ensure a resounding victory, I had staked everything in Xiangyang City
. Even my most treasured Wolf Riders, Iron Wall, and Musketeer battalions had been deployed to the front
lines.

In the midst of war, the language barrier meant even the usual shouting matches were omitted. Ariq B?ke waved his command flag, and the Mongol cavalry's wedge
formation contracted towards the center, gradually transforming into a sharp arrowhead, aiming to shatter our lines in one fell swoop. I calmly issued orders to
the city's defenders, who had yet to encounter the Mongol cavalry on the front lines, to stand by. The Divine Eagle wasn't with me; its massive size,
while giving it the imposing presence of an armored vehicle, made it an easy target in a direct confrontation.
So I left it on the city wall. At this point, the musket battalion was the main force in the assault, and their composed performance reassured
the surrounding soldiers.

He Qingshan led three thousand Iron Wall Battalion soldiers to defend the first line of defense behind the barricades, followed by six thousand musketeers
and two thousand archers covering the flanks. When the enemy cavalry approached the firing range of a hundred paces, I calmly issued
the order for free fire. The Triple Wave Musketeer Formation launched another fierce attack, with the musket battalion divided into three groups firing alternately. This battle differed from the previous
one. The musket battalion was deployed three times its original strength, and its lethality against the enemy cavalry increased exponentially. In
an instant , the enemy's arrows were worn down, and many knights, their horses terrified, hastily retreated. However, the muskets
had a range of 450 paces, and within that 300-pace kill zone, the Mongol cavalry left behind over ten
thousand .

The infantry following behind charged forward, but before they could even create distance between the two sides, they were
overwhelmed . The two armies were entangled, and chaos ensued. Seeing an opening, I waved my flag, and the entire army pressed forward in pursuit, further expanding
our gains.

Ariq B?ke and his generals were speechless with astonishment. He glared resentfully at the silent Kublai
Khan, wishing he could tear him apart. "Prime Minister Alan!"

"Your Highness!" Alan Dar rushed forward.

"Order the armies of Horuhai and Hunduhai to support the vanguard and find an opening to attack the enemy's flanks."

"Yes!" Alan Dar quickly went to relay the order.

Just as the two armies' 30,000 cavalrymen set out, a scout reported: "Your Highness! A large enemy force has been spotted east of Xiangyang, heading towards our
central army. They number about 50,000, plus another 20,000 cavalrymen from the vanguard."

"Nonsense! How could those southern barbarians have so many horses and soldiers! Cut down this liar!"
The guards on either side dragged away the spies who were wailing for mercy, and soon brought out a bloody head.

Borju leaned closer and said, "In my humble opinion, the enemy dares to launch a frontal attack, perhaps because they rely on this surprise force.
It's probably troops that have been transferred from Sichuan and Hunan this month, and the source of this expanded army..." He glanced at Kublai Khan
, thinking that perhaps they were all captured from him.

Ariq B?ke understood the old prime minister's words. He thought that if this was the case, coupled with
the strange weapons the southerners possessed that could kill without a trace with a mere gesture, his entire army would perish today. "Order the vanguard to disengage from the battle, abandoning the infantry
. The central army will retreat! Bogto, Sanchi Toro, and Heta, you three will lead your troops to cover the rear." Bogto

, Sanchi Toro, and Heta were shocked and looked at their master, Kublai Khan.

Kublai Khan gritted his teeth and said, "We don't need anyone's help. We'll stay here together!" He still had ten thousand cavalry and thirty thousand infantry.
He knew he absolutely could not abandon the three and flee. Even dying in battle was a thousand times better than bearing the stigma of being a coward.
If he went back with Ariq B?ke, his crime of withholding information would be firmly established before the Great Khan, and he would
surely die. He had a deep feeling that perhaps holding out here, facing Yang Guo, offered a glimmer of hope.

I was overjoyed to see the Mongol rear guard routed, but I didn't order a pursuit to expand our gains. When Horuhai and Hunduhai
heard Faluo's order to retreat, they hesitated. Just then, a troop of cavalry swept past them, led by a centurion. "General," the centurion said, "
the Southern Barbarians have ambushed 100,000 troops east of the city. The commander's central army is in danger. Please return to defend it immediately; leave this place to us."

Hearing this, the two no longer hesitated and hurriedly ordered their troops to retreat to protect the central army. However, the centurion, watching the Mongol army retreat,
revealed a sly smile. These two were none other than the Wolf Riders commanders who had remained hidden—Niu San and Ma Guangzuo. Ma
Guangzuo had spent a long time among the Mongols and naturally spoke Mongolian. However, he was slow-witted. To motivate him and prevent mistakes, I
promised to hold a victory celebration for him after the battle. With this material incentive, he practiced exceptionally diligently, thus avoiding any errors.

On their retreat, the 30,000 cavalrymen of Horuhai and Hunduhai encountered Li Lie's 50,000-strong Xiang Army. Both sides suffered casualties;
Horuhai was killed in battle, and Hunduhai was wounded, leading his remaining troops in a hasty northward escape. Li Lie was someone I had sent, Niu San and Ma Guangzuo, disguised as Mongol cavalry
with tree branches tied to their horses' tails, to drive them from the east of the city. He was originally part of Lü Wende's ambush force, but I inadvertently used him as a surprise attack,
not only scaring away Ariq B?ke but also inexplicably engaging Horuhai and Hunduhai's troops in a fierce battle.

Li Lie, leading his remaining troops back to Xiangyang, was immediately placed under guard upon entering the city, and his troops were relegated to the sidelines.

At this moment, we are waiting in the prefectural government office for news from Chen Zhenyuan and Xue Ba. Late at night, news of victory arrived. On Ariq
B?ke's return journey north, their 10,000 musketeers had killed and wounded countless Mongol soldiers. Feng Mofeng, who had volunteered for the battle, personally
killed My familiar Quanzhen disciples, including Yin Zhiping, Li Zhichang, and Ji Duxin, also achieved victories on the battlefield.
I couldn't contain my elation and burst into laughter. The generals had once again witnessed a resounding victory. I doubt even
the puppet emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, let alone those of us present, could believe we had actually accomplished it; everything seemed like a
perfect dream.

According to incomplete statistics, Ariq B?ke's Mongol army suffered 78,000 casualties in this battle. Kublai Khan retreated westward from the Xiangyang battlefield,
breaking through Zhonglu Port and retreating back to Nanyang, but his losses were far less than his brother's. Apart from the 10,000 cavalry lost in the initial charge, he suffered almost no
other casualties.

Our army suffered 38,000 casualties, including 34,000 from the main force of the Hunan Army under Li Lie; the Xiangyang Army suffered 3,572
casualties and 768 seriously wounded. We captured 13,750 Mongol soldiers, who were used as laborers in the slave camp, forced to dig
stones. We seized 6,740 warhorses. The 16,000 "captured" Hunan soldiers were dispersed and reorganized into the Xiangyang Army, making
our unprecedentedly powerful. Although my scheming against my own people was extremely immoral, it was a last resort. If
they hadn't been plotting against me, I wouldn't have schemed against them; it was merely reciprocal courtesy.

The next day, as Xiangyang was decorated with lanterns and the whole city celebrated, I entrusted all post-war matters to my most trusted
men, Chen Zhenyuan and Li Tianqiang, ordering them to guard the Lü Wende brothers and Li Lie. My family and I then left through the east gate of Xiangyang.

"Xiao Guo, go and prepare. Old Beggar will go and find out the situation over there for you." Hong Qigong, entrusted by me,
went Jingling to inquire about the local hydrology and topography. Jingling is close to Hankou, and also the area where the Beggars' Sect's headquarters, Junshan, is located. I didn't
know the exact location of the Flying Horse Ranch, so I could only ask him to find out.

The warhorses captured this time, plus those from the previous battle, totaled 13,000 Mongolian horses known for their endurance.
In addition , there were several thousand injured horses. Among these warhorses, apart from a small number of geldings, most were mares. This made me
consider releasing the horses, but currently there was neither a horse ranch nor anyone to herd them, so I couldn't rush it. Fortunately, given the current war
situation, we are not heavily reliant on warhorses. However, establishing a rudimentary horse farm requires not only a good location but also
substantial funds and time. And I'm currently a wanted criminal on the imperial court's radar… Therefore, all these pressing issues
remind me that Rome wasn't built in a day. Fortunately, we repelled the Mongol invasion,
creating , giving us time… After bidding farewell to Hong Qigong, my family, along with Eunuch Ke, rowed our boat northwards towards
Xinye. The Divine Eagle, on the riverbank, kept pace with the boat, not only keeping up but also appearing quite
relaxed . This was exactly what I expected; after all, it's a real beast.

Fu'er, Wushuang, and Rushi, since the incident a month ago, I sent them back to Lu Liding and his wife in Xinye
, where they are now under strict protection. Seeing me return, they were all exceptionally affectionate. Even Ru Shi, who had been frightened
recently, dared to come close and kiss me. This simple gesture made my heart ache. Ru Shi was a woman of misfortune;
since marrying me, she had only had a title, but had never had a few truly happy days with me. Coupled with my infatuation with Rong'er,
I had gradually marginalized her, and I couldn't help but feel a great deal of guilt. Because of this overwhelming guilt, that night I put on a show of Guan Yu's
patrol , personally carrying each of my beloved wives to bed, preparing water for them to wash their feet, and coaxing them to sleep. After all that, it was almost
midnight.

Now that the crisis was over, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, thinking about how I had lost control of my emotions that night, and how the first person I thought of
was Rong'er, made me feel as if I had betrayed my third wife. So, I finally knocked on my third wife's door.

"You're back?" My third wife opened the door for me, wearing a robe, and asked with a smile.

"It's so late, aren't you asleep yet?" I assumed she was already asleep, but I hadn't expected her to be awake.

Third Aunt smiled, as if she knew I would definitely appear tonight. It dawned on me;
Little Green must have run to inform me while I was in Fu'er's room, so Third Aunt was still waiting for me. A warm feeling welled up inside me, and I pulled her
into my arms at the door, saying, "Yin'er, I'm back..."

Third Aunt and I embraced gently, neither pulling nor pushing me, simply enjoying this rare moment of peace together.

"Daddy, Mommy~" The baby lying on the bed babbled, and I snapped out of my reverie .
Third Aunt, disheveled, and I were still standing at the door. I took her hand and smiled as we entered the room. I leaned against the bed, playing with our adorable daughter. My little
girl is almost two years old now. Judging from her little face, she'll definitely grow up to be a little beauty. It's rare for her to see me,
but she's not shy at all now, making me giggle and laugh. She's not as mischievous as she used to be. I have my own secret weapon for making
her : the legendary "cow-riding" game. This little rascal also likes to pull my hair, making it look like I've pulled out
two big horns from a distance.

I made her play wildly, and since she's a child and needs a lot of sleep, she slept soundly after playing enough. When my aunt came back with boiled water,
she saw us still fooling around and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Be careful, don't let the child bump her head."

I turned around and smiled, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." But I still listened to my aunt's advice, picked her up, held her in
my arms, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

My aunt wanted to take off my shoes and socks, but I waved her over to sit down. She understood what I meant, took the child from me, and held her
in her arms. She watched as I filled the basin with water and helped her remove her embroidered shoes.

I knelt and gently kissed the back of my beloved wife's small feet, then splashed some water and asked, "Is it hot?"

Third Sister shook her head slightly, indicating the water temperature was just right, and I placed them in the basin. Although foot binding was considered beautiful in the Song Dynasty,
there was no strict rule against it. Third Sister was born in Dali, and due to different customs, she didn't bind her feet. Chuqing, needless to say,
had never had her feet bound since childhood. The two sisters, Ying'er and Wushuang, had bound feet, but they always secretly loosened them, and the Lu couple could
n't control them, so they stopped interfering. As for Rong'er and her daughter, needless to say, the mother didn't bind her feet, and she certainly wouldn't force her daughter to suffer like that. Therefore, among my
wives , only this one truly had bound feet. This actually comforted me, because I strongly dislike this kind of morbid beauty.
However, it's not that I hate small feet; on the contrary, back in the Drunken Life Pavilion, to please the guests, even though
her bones feet. This made me even more pitiful of her tragic experience.

While massaging the acupoints on the soles of Third Sister's feet, I said, "I've neglected Yin'er lately."

"It's nothing, it's just that every time you go to the battlefield to fight, we sisters can't help but worry..." Although Third Sister
was pleased that I was now a revered hero, she really just wanted me to do something more ordinary. Moreover,
my current bloodlust was so intense that she was also very worried about me.

"Actually, I... perhaps I really have lost my way. But I have an ideal in my heart..." I smiled bitterly to myself.
What was I after? The dialectical view of historical materialism tells me that every
war of aggression was a process of promoting ethnic integration. Without the rule of the Yuan Dynasty, could our motherland have expanded its territory to...
"The rooster might be the only one, let alone the 'maple leaf' at its peak." But could I stand by and watch my
compatriots be slaughtered? No! "Perhaps you don't understand, my homeland was once vast, the might of the Han Dynasty, the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty
... I, how I long to see that day when prosperity returns, when our children can live carefree lives,
no worrying about the ravages of war and displacement. Perhaps this goal is far away, but I feel I have already touched it."

I closed my eyes, thinking, since the wheels of historical progress cannot be stopped, why not gamble big with fate!
Now, with our strength in Guanzhong weakened in all aspects, that thought resurfaced in my mind.

Third Sister was somewhat lost in thought. Even in Yunnan, she had suffered greatly from war since childhood. Although her family married her off to Wu Santong with the intention of
appeasing , it was also simply to spare her some suffering. And as her beloved Guo'er said, this magical young man, perhaps
this century-long war will truly end because of him.

I wiped San Niang's soft, white feet clean, then gently kissed the back of her foot, making the beauty giggle. However, my stubble, which I hadn't shaved
for days . I emptied the basin, changed the water, and after a hasty wash, I joined her on the bed,
pulling my precious daughter between us. The three of us slept together, enjoying another moment of warmth and harmony.

"Promise Yin'er you'll take good care of yourself. You're the pillar of our family. Without you, Yin'er doesn't know
if could hold on..." San Niang said earnestly, holding my hand.

"Yes, for Yin'er's sake, I'll take good care of myself," I promised.

"And for Rong'er's sake too, right?" San Niang said sourly.

I smiled, not blaming her jealousy. Baiyi women are naturally possessive. I used to love her the most,
so she could tolerate everything. But now, Rong'er was putting a lot of pressure on her, which was why her little temper was showing.
I usually spoil them, so their occasional jealousy is harmless, and they dare to express their true
feelings .

"My dear daughter, you will always be the most important one in my heart." I put my hand under Third Sister's neck, letting her and her daughter
get closer to me. Although I felt it was a bit insincere, Third Sister was clearly very pleased,
a sweet smile appearing on her sleeping face.

Three days later, the 50,000 new troops under my command had assembled in Xinye City. There were still nearly
three months . Meanwhile, ?gedei Khan of the Golden Horde was on his deathbed, and the infighting between his two factions
was intensifying. Because the princes of Tolui's faction had made repeated military mistakes, the conservative royalists, led by Empress Dowager Tolegana, suddenly launched an attack,
fighting fiercely with the radicals of M?ngke's faction.

Having created this situation, I decided to take advantage of the vacuum of time when the Mongols were caught in a dilemma and unable to look eastward, to expand the gains made after the Battle of
Xiangyang .

On September 16th, the Third Division of the New Army captured Xuchang.

On October 10th, the people of Luoyang opened the city gates and

rose in rebellion. On October 23rd, Chenliu surrendered without a fight.

On November 6th, Bianliang was liberated.

Du Shu, the commander of the Eastern Route Army, following my orders, repeatedly emphasized the principle that soldiers should not harm the people and that
conflicts Anyone who disobeyed military orders, regardless of who they were, would be executed without mercy! Therefore, the Xiangyang Army received
enthusiastic support from the people north of the Yangtze River wherever it went.

At this time, Kublai Khan on the western front was completely terrified and dared not fight my army in the open. My First Army
surrounded him in Nanyang. The strategy of surrounding three sides and leaving one side open, leaving the western gate unattacked, was Rong'er's plan. They relentlessly
suppressed the enemy forces at the other three gates. Whenever a Mongol soldier peeked out from the city walls, three or five musketeers would fire at him.
This satisfying fighting style greatly increased the soldiers' enthusiasm for practicing shooting. When Kublai Khan received the battle report from the eastern front and learned that his
retreat route had been completely cut off, he had no choice but to abandon the city and flee westward. However, he was ambushed by Meng Gong, who had laid an ambush along the way. Kublai Khan was forced
to lead his remaining troops into the Western Ridge and escape towards Chang'an via mountain paths. This is the famous Battle of the Western Ridge. My second brother and I reunited. He
was overjoyed, finally able to vent his anger at the ambush by Kublai Khan half a year ago that had almost cost him his life.

The four of us brothers gathered again in Nanyang City. Because of the continuous battles, our fourth brother, Yu Jie, had not been able to get married. He and
his younger sister , had come with the army to collect the wedding gift I had promised him. "What? Third Brother, you said you've already
conquered the Jianghuai region and half of Guanzhong?" They came in a hurry, and transportation was inconvenient at the time. By the time I occupied most of the Jianghuai region,
they were still in the dark.

"Hehe, this time you can return home in glory and get married," I laughed. Yu Jie's hometown is in Jiangxia. Now
we just need to establish ourselves there. This gift should be quite presentable.

My eldest brother also took out a brocade box containing a phoenix crown and a wedding robe made by the best craftsmen at their Baoyuezhai, and
placed them in front of my fourth brother and youngest sister.

"This is wonderful! Thank you, eldest brother and third brother. If Grand Uncle and Grandmother knew, they would be overjoyed." Yu Jie
was overjoyed . He had left his hometown at a young age and fled to Sichuan with his family. Now he would soon be able to return to his hometown after more than ten years. He
was very excited, and even Lingbo, who was fiddling with the new clothes beside him, smiled at him.

"Third brother, you're still a wanted criminal. What should you do next?" Meng Gong remembered my legal troubles and
asked about my plans.

I knew he was in a dilemma. If I were to rebel, it would inevitably provoke attacks from both Sichuan and Hunan,
forcing us brothers to confront each other. "My conscience is clear. I killed traitors of the court. The Demonic Cult's
influence has been completely eradicated. Although Ding Daquan is still arrogant in court, he has lost his biggest supporter. I think
Zhang Tianshi will soon take action to clear my name." I thought to myself, the great achievement of recapturing Bianliang is enough to offset my
crime of killing a court official. Besides, why did I kill Zhao Yu? Emperor Lizong of Song was pretending not to know. Now that I have
this opportunity, it's up to him to decide. Thinking of this, I looked at Zhang Qingzhi, intending to ask her sect's attitude.

“My master did indeed give instructions, so please don’t worry too much about this, Brother Yang.” Zhang Qingzhi’s calm words put
everyone’s mind at ease.

“Regarding the next step of the advance…” I was just about to discuss the plan to attack Guanzhong from Luoyang and Shu with my second and fourth brothers when Xiao Lü
came running in, panting, to report: “Young Master, Young Mistress says she’s feeling unwell, she’s probably going into labor…” She had seen several
births , so she was quick and composed.

I hurriedly said, "What are you waiting for? Go and fetch the midwife! Which young mistress?" My two brothers present
were sweating bullets, but they also admired my superhuman fertility. Zhang Yimang, that old rogue, chuckled and whispered something to his young
wife , only to be pinched hard on the waist by Zhang Qingzhi.

"We've already gone to fetch her, it's Miss and Sixth Young Mistress..." Xiao Lü was Fu'er's personal maid. She addressed Third Madam as First Madam,
but the obedient girl never directly called Fu'er Fifth Madam, still addressing her as Miss, thus avoiding
offending either side. This girl's frail mother passed away two years ago. Because she didn't receive proper medical care, her monthly allowance
was gambled away by her spendthrift younger brother, causing the old lady to not survive the winter. After we returned and learned of
this situation, I even instructed Qingshan and Xue Ba to teach that kid a lesson. What's even more absurd is that Qingshan
seized this opportunity, taking advantage of the girl's heartbreak to launch a fierce offensive, and actually managed to make
them a couple. All the brothers laughed at him, saying he'd beaten up his future brother-in-law before even getting together with the girl. As for me,
I felt a pang of jealousy. Xiao Lü and I almost had a little flirtation like Baoyu and Qingwen/Xiren, but
now that we're mutually attracted, I gave Qingshan a good scare, telling him to treat Xiao Lü well. That honest guy patted his chest
and promised me he'd never let Xiao Lü suffer with him, so I entrusted her to him with peace of mind. Although they're already at the point of
discussing marriage , the recent frequent battles at the front have kept them too busy to arrange the wedding, which is why it's been delayed until now.

"They're all rushing to give birth at the same time." I suspect it was Fu Mei who caused trouble back then, insisting on playing
those Now, not only are they all rushing to give
birth at the same time, but they're also doing it all at once. Those two are really close.

After apologizing, I didn't care about the room full of relatives and friends, and I grabbed Xiao Lü and ran. Of course, it was the same old rule:
I wasn't allowed into the delivery room. This time, the whole family came. Fu Mei had Rong'er and Chu Qing helping her, while Wu Shuang was with San Niang and Ying'er.
I was the only one pacing anxiously in the east and west wings of the courtyard. Before long, Grandpa Ke, who had heard the news, also arrived and waited with me outside
the delivery room.

After waiting for more than three hours, my father-in-law and mother-in-law, the Lu couple, arrived from Xinye City. Just then, I heard
Wushuang from the west wing cry out, "It hurts! I don't want to give birth anymore! It's so painful! I hate you...you wicked thing..." She was complaining about me.
I thought to myself, "Thank goodness, thank goodness, she still has the strength to curse. Her voice still sounds strong, so it must be alright.

" Meanwhile, Fumei cried out, "Mother, it hurts...why isn't she giving birth yet..." She was
anxious couldn't help but speak from outside, "My darlings, hold on! Your husband is here watching over you. I haven't gone far." They
were both young and skilled in martial arts, so their labors weren't as worrisome as Sanniang's or Rong'er's. Even so,
I didn't dare leave their side. But I never expected that my words would stir up such a storm.

"Brother, come in! Fumei wants you by her side," Fumei pleaded, her voice trembling with tears.

"Don't cry, Fu'er, men aren't allowed in the delivery room," Rong'er advised from the side.

"Waaah..." Fu'er actually cried, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I tried to lift the curtain and go inside. "Hey, you can't go in. It's
against the rules, you'll catch bad luck," the two midwives stopped me.

"Get lost! You're the bad luck one! Who are you talking about?" I pushed one of the midwives and tried to push the door open. Rong'er came out and stopped me,
closing the door behind her. "Don't make a scene here. Going in and out like this will make Fu'er sick. You'll regret it later
." She turned and helped the midwives I had pushed up, apologized to her on my behalf, and then went back inside.

I reluctantly stepped back out, awkwardly looking at Eunuch Ke and my father-in-law, Lu Liding. At this moment, my mouth and feet were a little unresponsive, and my
craving for a cigarette, which I hadn't had for a long time, was starting to flare up again. I wished I had a cigarette in my hand. Wushuang's side quieted down a bit,
presumably my mother-in-law could persuade her. About half an hour later, the screams of pain from Fumei's room grew increasingly heart-wrenching…
…A short while later, a clear cry rang out, and my heart immediately felt half relieved.

I glanced at Grandpa Ke, who was about to get up, but then sat back down, saying, "Hehe, I'd better not go. The old blind man
can't see , and I'm afraid he'll frighten the child and make her cry, so I'd better not go…" He then sat down dejectedly. I looked at Old Man Lu, who nodded,
gesturing for me to go in and check.

"Why is there still no movement from Liumei's side?" My father-in-law whispered to Grandpa Ke as I entered the east wing,
sounding even more anxious than I was. After all, she was his long-lost daughter, and how could he not be worried?

This time, no one stopped me. Seeing that mother and child were safe, I was in high spirits. I apologized to the midwife and gave
them . Considering the tip, the old woman didn't argue with me anymore. She thanked me and went to arrange the follow-up matters.

As soon as Fu Mei saw me come in, she hugged me and cried. I quickly comforted her, "Baby, are you still upset? It's alright, it's alright now. Come,
let your older brother see why my darling is crying so sadly."

Hearing my words, Fu Mei cried even more aggrievedly. Rong'er and San Niang came over. Rong'er said, "This silly girl feels wronged because she
gave birth to a girl. Why don't you comfort her?"

I laughed when I heard this. I don't like taking care of children, so I seem to be particularly unloving towards Lin'er. In the eyes of my wives, this makes me seem like
I favor boys over girls. I quickly hugged my second daughter and kissed her for a while. San Niang pulled Rong'er away, and the two of them temporarily stepped back, giving us
enough space. I quickly hugged Fu Mei to comfort her, saying, "How could that be? You know I've always been clumsy. It's not that I don't
like daughters, it's just that we've been so busy these past two years that we haven't had a chance to spend quality time together. Things are better now, are
n't they? Actually, I love my daughter the most. Our little darling, I've already thought of a name for her." Our child
still looked like a wrinkled little thing. I'd been thinking about names for her for the past few days. "Rui Ting is the name I've chosen for our daughter.
Ting'er, my little darling, look how amazing Mommy is! I can give birth to a baby and even make her cry. I'm much better than Daddy!" I
teased

, holding the baby. Fu Mei was amused by me. She'd never seen me so cheerful before, and she'd never seen me cry. She took the baby from me and said, "Don't
scare my little Ting'er..." as she unbuttoned her clothes, wanting to breastfeed the baby. Fu Mei, being a new mother, was still a little clumsy
in her movements and glanced at me shyly. Seeing me sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at her and her daughter, she
said bashfully, "Don't laugh, it's all your fault, you're laughing at me..."

I was deeply moved. Stroking my beloved wife's hair, I said, "Fumei, today, your brother finally realized you've grown up. You
're no longer the little girl you used to be. You were so strong today..."

Hearing my emotional words, Fumei's eyes welled up with tears. Uncle Guo's death had a profound impact on her; she had clearly matured a lot in recent
days and was much calmer than before. Just like today,
despite the immense pain and psychological pressure, she couldn't bear to utter a single complaint against me. Instead, she felt the joy of becoming a mother for the first time, and she's only eighteen years old
... How could this not move me?

"Wah!" Another loud cry rang out; the "West Chamber Dance" was finally complete. Fumei nudged me, saying, "Go on,
Tingting and I are tired too. Let Fumei get some sleep."

I nodded, helped her lie down, tucked her in, kissed my little wife, and watched her peacefully close her eyes to rest before
leaving the room. Rong'er was keeping watch in the outer room, looking somewhat emotional. She had finally become a grandmother, but the father of her child was me.
She whispered, "Go on, I'll stay with Fu'er, it'll be fine."

I felt guilty and wanted to gently hug her, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she nestled into my arms and sobbed softly, looking extremely
aggrieved. However, before I could say anything, she gently pushed me away and said, "Go on, Wushuang is still waiting for you
."

I nodded and turned to leave the room. These past few days, we had been deliberately avoiding each other. For the sake of
Uncle Guo who had just passed away, and for the sake of the newborn child, I felt somewhat lost, and I could sense Rong'er's loss as well. Perhaps after this period
passed, we needed to have a proper talk. "Grandpa, Fu'er gave birth to a daughter, you're now a Grand Tutor," I said

to Grandpa Ke, who was still standing guard in the corner of the courtyard . Ke Zhen sneered, "A daughter is good, a daughter is thoughtful..." He had already heard from Third Sister about it and assumed I was unhappy to see another daughter, so he quickly comforted me. I quickly assured him that I treated sons and daughters equally and was equally happy, and only then did the old man let me go to the west wing. I lifted the curtain and entered the west wing. Without asking, seeing my father-in-law and mother-in-law holding the child and beaming with joy, I knew it must be a big, chubby boy. The old man saw me come in and sighed, "Ah, seeing this child, I can die in peace." Damn it, who are you pretending to be? Your health isn't much worse than mine now. It's hard to say who will die first. You're just afraid I wo n't acknowledge the child and won't adopt him into your Lu family. Damn it, our Yang family doesn't even have a son yet, and you're already trying to steal our eldest grandson. In our family, we don't distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children, but this child is undeniably my eldest son. But despite my thoughts , seeing Wushuang's tired yet relieved expression, my slight dissatisfaction vanished. "Father-in-law, don't get so excited, give the child a name," I said, hugging Wushuang and smiling. I then whispered in her ear, "My darling, you've done a great service for both our families this time." When the old man heard me ask him to name the child, he cautiously asked, "How about 'Jizu'?" I thought it was so common... But he was clearly reminding me that the child should inherit the "family business." Seeing Wushuang's somewhat troubled I smiled and said, "'Jizu' isn't quite right..." The Lu couple looked at me with some disappointment, but a hint of relief appeared in Wushuang's eyes. They say a married daughter is like water that can't be poured out, and clearly she didn't want our child to go with her parents. I continued, "How about Zongyang? Zong as in genealogy, Yang as in ocean." My father-in-law read it aloud, "Zongyang... Yang Zongyang? Lu Zongyang?" The old man suddenly realized, beaming with joy, "Zongyang is good, Zongyang is better. My little darling, you'll be called Zongyang!" He then tried to take the child out to show him off, but my mother-in-law stopped him, saying, "Put the child down! A newborn can't withstand your antics." The old man finally understood, handed the child back to Wushuang, gave her a few instructions to protect the child and keep him warm, and then jumped for joy. My mother-in-law looked apologetic, said a few words to Wushuang, and left. Wushuang held the child in her arms, tears welling in her eyes, as if her child was about to be snatched away. "Why? Is it because Fu'er gave you a son that you won't even see us, mother and daughter? Do you just want to send me back to my parents' home too?" Wushuang couldn't help but complain. "Sigh, Fu'er gave me a second daughter, Yang Ruiting. This is our precious son." I sighed, hugging her. "Didn't you see how the old man was looking at me so expectantly? What could I say? Since I promised him, I should keep my word. No matter what , he's our son, isn't he?" "But he's also your eldest son! You... you still have a distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. You just don't like me..." All the mental pressure she had been holding back suddenly burst out, and she couldn't help but become a little unreasonable. But what could I say? Wushuang was half a year younger than Fu'er; in my eyes, she was still a child. I could only comfort her, saying, "I haven't left behind any family fortune yet; I'm practically penniless, but my heart is full of worries for the world. Are you worried that my sons will divide my inheritance after I die?" Wushuang knew I hated people bringing up the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. Hearing me mention the inheritance, she knew I was unhappy and covered my mouth, saying, "I'm sorry, husband… I…" She also felt wronged and conflicted. She knew how long her father had longed for this grandson, but this was ultimately the blood she had given to the Yang family. I had no children of my own. What if one day I went to the battlefield and never returned? What would become of the Yang family? I sighed, "Sister Liu… I know your concerns, but don't worry. For your sake, I will take good care of myself and won't let anything happen to me. I'm also looking forward to the day when the world is at peace, so our whole family can travel the world . I'll be fine. Besides, we're still young; we have plenty of time to have many, many little ones. What do you say?" I asked with a smile. "Um~ I don't want to have any more, I don't want to have any more. I feel like I've lost half my life just from having one. My whole body is so swollen now, you must not like me anymore..." Wushuang was still a child at heart. When she heard that I still wanted her to have another child, she was so scared that she quickly waved her hands. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She had just made up her mind to add more people to the Yang family, but she changed her mind before the words were even on her lips. "Well, if you don't want to have any more, we won't have any more. We'll have some more when you want to, okay?" I hugged my darling Wushuang and laughed. "Um... okay~" Just like that, Wushuang was coaxed and amused by me, and this custody battle came to an end .

I had just come out of the backyard when everyone, having heard the good news, came to congratulate me on the birth of my son. I explained the situation with a wry smile, and
my second brother immediately objected. "How can anyone try to steal someone else's firstborn son?
" he exclaimed. "Even though he's not my legitimate son, they all know that in my family, wives are equal regardless of rank, and children are equal regardless of whether they are legitimate or illegitimate. This is outrageous!" He even threatened to go and confront the shameless old man. Seeing the crowd so
agitated that a full-
blown brawl was about to break out, I felt a pang of sympathy. But I quickly pulled him back, saying, "Alright, alright, I already promised the old man. I'm still young, and it's good to have the elders help take care of the child." I thought to myself, "Who cares what surname he has? Blood is thicker than water
; he's my good son. Aren't the two little ones in Rong'er's arms the same?" After consoling myself a few times, I
actually came to accept it.

After seeing off my congratulating friends and colleagues, Little Dragon Girl arrived, but she was there to say goodbye.

"Are you really leaving? But I can't leave yet; I can't take you to find the waterway entrance." I had no choice but to continue
with this lame excuse. I truly felt I had let down Granny Sun's dying wish, but there was nothing I could do. We'd
lived together for over half a year, yet our relationship had remained lukewarm, like that of gentlemen.

"That's alright. I heard the road to Zhongnan Mountain isn't difficult. Just a hundred li west, not far past Wuguan Pass, and
you'll arrive. If you don't have time, I can build a hut near the tomb entrance; you can come find me when you're free." Her resolve to leave
was strong this time; my trump card hadn't been able to persuade her to stay.

"Going back will be all alone, with no one to take care of you..." I mainly didn't want to let go of such an
important asset. I told myself this, the reason sounding grand, but frankly, it was still my ulterior motive.

Little Dragon Girl suddenly sulked, turning her head away and remaining silent. She herself didn't understand why she had to leave; she just felt particularly uncomfortable seeing me
today .

Seeing her rarely display such a girlish demeanor, her slightly pouting cheeks and charmingly angry expression captivated me
. "Anyway, I'm leaving, I can handle these things!" she said, raising her voice slightly as she saw my stunned expression.

"But..." Before I could say anything, someone reported, "General, a group of people have arrived, claiming to be your
old acquaintances." They presented a visiting card.

I glanced at the card and nodded, "Quickly, invite them in." After the servants left, I said to Xiaolongnu, "
Miss Long, I..." Seeing her about to retreat, fearing she would leave, I grabbed her sleeve in haste, saying, "Don't go."

Xiaolongnu, seeing the guests almost at the entrance, shyly brushed her sleeve aside, saying, "How can you behave like this? Let go!"

A surge of joy filled me; had I already moved even the most stubborn stone to nod in agreement? Judging from her expression, she probably already had feelings for me? In
the brief moment I was lost in thought, the servants had already led the guests into the hall. Xiaolongnu shyly withdrew her sleeve. Seeing that many people were already in
the front hall, she had no choice but to retreat to the back hall to see Fumei and Wushuang.

"Brother Yang, how have you been?" Gongsun Lü'e and four others approached and bowed to me.

"Thank you, thank you, all is well. I wonder how Miss Gongsun is doing lately? Is Brother Fan's injury better?" I didn't think they
were there to cause trouble, and I noticed that the short-bearded Fan Yiweng was still limping in with a cane, so I asked.

Fan Yiweng said, "I've survived, but this leg..." He patted his right leg and said, "It's like this."

I smiled bitterly, knowing that he had been burned by the raging fire of the Iron Hall and had his leg broken by steel bars. It was already difficult for him to survive. I was afraid
that he still had burn scars on his body. "What brings you all here today?"

Gongsun Lü'e and Fan Yiweng exchanged a glance, then led the others to bow and say, "We have come seeking refuge; please accept our hospitality." The Valley of Heartbreak had
been burned down, the Valley Master and his wife both dying overnight, and Fan Yiweng severely injured. The families previously suppressed by Gongsun Zhi seized the opportunity to rise again,
driving Gongsun Lü'e and the wounded Fan Yiweng out of the
valley
. Three female disciples, remembering Gongsun Lü'e's past kindness and seeing their senior brother on the verge of death, couldn't bear to abandon him and followed. Gongsun Lü'e, with her youthful spirit, also wanted to experience the world's splendor, and the five of them traveled for several months before finally leaving the mountains. However, they were not shrewd or calculating, and
after being deceived several times by cunning people, they grew disheartened, yet found themselves in a dilemma, feeling that there was no
place for . At this time, the hypnosis I had used on Fan Yiweng took effect; he praised my benevolence and suggested they seek refuge with me.
Gongsun Lü'e thought for a moment, and although we had a feud, it was her father who, after failing to marry, tried to kill her to silence her. I had helped her mother and
saved her senior brother, and her father and mother had died together due to mutual hatred and entanglement. All things considered, it was actually our side that was morally wrong,
so she hesitated to come. However, after enduring another six months, they felt they had no way to survive, and in desperation, they inquired along the way and
finally came to seek refuge with me... Although I didn't know the details, seeing their ragged clothes, I would have mistaken them for low-ranking disciples of
the Beggars' . I knew they must have been driven out of the valley and had been wandering outside for years, having lost their means of livelihood, which was why
they thought of seeking refuge with me. I was too busy to entertain them right now, and Xiaolongnu was also making a fuss about leaving, so I quickly had someone arrange for them to stay,
planning to talk to them about the follow-up later.

Turning around to look again, I realized Xiaolongnü was really gone, and she'd even taken my precious disciple Manman with her… that was my first disciple, Yang Guo's first
disciple! She'd just run off with him without a word. I guess it was because I said she couldn't settle down without someone to take care of her, so she took my
disciple away.

"Nephew, the crisis in Xiangyang has been resolved, and we should take our leave now," Yin Zhiping, sitting at the head of my table,
said to me in a low voice at the banquet. I wondered to myself, was he planning to go back to Zhongnan Mountain to continue his endless womanizing after Xiaolongnü's departure?
You're so lewd… I even suspected that his reason for coming to Xiangyang to help was simply to be with Xiaolongnü day and night.
Go away, go away! Let you fantasize about beautiful women all day long, you fake Taoist, you weird uncle! I curse you to have erotic dreams every night and ejaculate in your pants!

But after the banquet, when the family sat together, according to Fumei and Wushuang, Xiaolongnü's
eyes , as if she were very envious, or perhaps a little jealous. Perhaps because of this injury, they questioned me, wondering
if I had taken advantage of their pregnancies to have an affair with Xiaolongnu.

I felt more wronged than Dou E; although I had such wicked intentions, I also felt that taking care of so many wives was already a hassle, how could I have
the energy to seek pleasure with other women? Rong'er stepped in to "rescue" me, smiling mischievously, "I think it's because he always wanted to send
Manman to the battlefield, and Miss Long couldn't stand it, so she rescued the child."

I was speechless, indignant but unable to refute her; what Rong'er said seemed to be true. However,
Seeing her sly smile after her scheme succeeded, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Laugh now, you'll get what's coming to you tonight."

After everyone dispersed, I, as usual, stayed with Ru Shi, who was about to give birth. After coaxing her to sleep, I carefully got
up . My poor little darling, ever since the night the Demonic Sect launched its massive attack on Xiangyang City, she had been frightened and stopped speaking,
crying whenever she saw me. She was a little better later, but still didn't speak. If I didn't stay with her at night, she would whine and cry, wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night,
and cry when she didn't see me in the morning… Fortunately, my internal energy cultivation had reached a high level, so even if this continued for several months, I wouldn't die of exhaustion, but
I couldn't withstand her constant crying
and fussing. Rong'er prescribed some calming medicine, and the effect was quite significant. For the past two weeks, my darling Ru Shi hasn't cried in the middle of the night anymore, but she still can't be without me in the morning, and will sob softly if she doesn't see me. Therefore, I
can only go and spend time with my other wives after she's sound asleep.

Today, I originally intended to visit Fu'er and Wushuang, who were weak after childbirth, but when I arrived at Fu'er's room, Rong'er was already there. She had been
told to take care of Fu'er, but upon seeing me, she smiled slightly and went back to her own room next door. The baby had already
been handed over to the wet nurse, and Fu'er herself was fast asleep. It was clear that the several hours of childbirth had exhausted all her strength; she
hadn't even noticed me approaching. I gently kissed her forehead, hummed a song in her ear, and murmured a few more words.
Seeing that she was still sleeping sweetly, I tucked her in and left the room.

The light was still on in Wushuang's room, and I heard my precious son Zongyang crying loudly. Through the window, I saw Ying'er
helping to tidy up in the room by candlelight, and I couldn't help but smile as I pushed open the door and entered. My wives were startled when they saw me suddenly appear, then overjoyed
. I took the baby and asked, "Why didn't you give the baby to the nanny? Liu Mei needs to rest; she won't be able to sleep well so late at night
."

Wu Shuang smiled and said, "It's alright. I wanted to spend more time with our baby. It's been hard on my cousin, running around for me."

Ying'er didn't say anything, just smiled sweetly, soaked the diapers in the basin, and took it out. She returned in a short while.
Seeing that I had already lay down with Wu Shuang and was playing with the baby, she hesitated whether to come over. Wu Shuang beckoned to Ying'er,
signaling her to come over quickly, and Ying'er then crawled into bed.

I teased with a smile, "He'er, are you envious? When are we going to have a little rascal to play with?"

Ying'er said somewhat aggrievedly, "That's because you wouldn't let me..." There were no secrets between the sisters. I told
Wu Shuang my little secret, and naturally, she wouldn't keep it from Ying'er. So Ying'er always thought this was a form of punishment for me.

I gave her a bear hug and held her close, saying, "Silly girl, did you hear what Wushuang said? It's true, but we
need to schedule things, otherwise, with you both heavily pregnant, who will take care of whom?" She seemed
relieved . I comforted them both with kind words until they were both happy, then let me out of bed. Wushuang pulled me along, saying, "These days
you're quite busy with important matters, so you don't need to come here every day. It's enough that your cousin is here with me." Ying'er nodded as well; they were
worried I was getting tired from running around so much every night, so they spoke with concern.

I smiled back, left the room, and headed towards Chuqing's bedroom. Before I even entered, I heard soft breathing
and moans coming from inside. I knew Chuqing couldn't bear the loneliness and was using a sex toy. I didn't rush in, but
eavesdropped , wondering to myself, "Who is my pretty wife thinking about right now? Me or that damned Lu Zhanyuan?" If she
's still thinking about that deadbeat, I really need to reflect on myself.

"Husband..." Just as I was hesitating, unsure whether to push the door open, I heard Qing'er
's seductive voice coming from inside. My heart immediately calmed down. This little rascal, usually so passionate and full of tricks, is surprisingly less open
with me than with Third Sister and Rong'er. In short... a repressed flirt.

I smiled and tried to push the door open, but she had secretly bolted it from the inside. This inability to open it startled
Qing'er, who was getting into the mood. "Who is it?"

"At this hour, who else could it be?" I laughed at the door.

Qing'er hurriedly got up and opened the door for me, complaining, "Why didn't you say anything today? You just barged in here and
scared me half to death."

I hugged my disheveled wife and kissed her, saying, "Can't I come even if I miss you?"

"Yes, I can~ Qing'er missed you."

I picked her up and carried her back to bed. I reached under her pillow and found that thing. I gently pinched Qing'er's
nose and said, "You're sneaking food again. Can't your husband satisfy you?"

"Hmm~ Can't you just pretend you don't know?" Qing'er scolded me shyly.

Hehe, no wonder. Thirty is like a wolf, and my darling Qing'er has already entered her prime. I should cherish these precious
moments even more. Otherwise, when Rong'er, San Niang, and Qing'er's most beautiful years pass by... a sense of melancholy arises in my heart.
Youth beauty withers easily. Can I really give them happiness?

"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Chu Qing asked, seeing me lost in thought.

"Sigh, youth passes by so quickly. I feel like I've wasted my darling's youth." I couldn't help but hug her and sigh.

"It's blooming for you... Husband, actually, Qing'er wants to thank you for giving me a complete life. Thank you for loving me every
day..." Qing'er paused slightly, but then smiled and comforted me tenderly. Perhaps she had asked herself countless times
if it was worth it? Or perhaps, as she said, every day of life should be lived with a grateful heart.

I love her dearly, whether she's the petite, charming little devil she is now, the cowardly demon of yesteryear, or even
the silly girl in the Valley of Heartbreak who willingly tasted poison and shared life and death with me—I love her all… Let this delicate flower bloom for me.

I climbed my hands onto Qing'er's breasts, gently squeezing them. Remembering how we sealed our love with that one grab,
a playful smile crept onto my face. She seemed to have guessed what I was thinking. This "Dragon Claw Hand" technique had
embarrassed her in front of others more than once, each time making her grit her teeth in hatred, yet unable to bring herself to actually kill me. Only
now did I understand that Qing'er's most sensitive spots were precisely these two points… This move became my ultimate weapon against Qing'er
.

"No... um... come in... it's enough." Qing'er felt weak and itchy all over from my touch. Her right hand couldn't help but
grab mine and slide it towards her lower body, while her left hand unbuckled my belt and reached into my crotch to play with my already erect
penis.

Seeing that Qing'er was already aroused, I didn't need any more foreplay or stimulation. With just a little touch, her lower body flowed with fluid.
She was clearly already starving. "You little slut, say a few nice things, and if I approve, I'll let you throw yourself." I
took off my long robe and teased her with a smile.

"Waaah... Husband, you're bullying me again. Don't do this, come on." Qing'er held my penis in one hand and
rubbed it with the other, coaxing me.

I put my hands on my chest, my cock twitched, freeing itself from Qing'er's control, with an attitude of "If you don't give in, I
won't love you." Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, I laughed and
said, "Aren't you usually quite good at playing? You've corrupted Ru Shi and always tease you, and you even know how to use this thing. Why can't you even say a nice word to your husband?"

"Husband~ Qing'er wants..." Chu Qing mustered her courage and whispered shyly.

"Want what?" I asked deliberately. While teasing my wife, I pressed my cock against her honey slit, grinding her
labia and teasing the already erect bud.

"I want you to pamper Qing'er~" Qing'er covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"How do I pamper her?" I continued to tease.

"Use this of yours, put it here on Qing'er's..." She pointed to my Overlord Spear, then to her vulva.

I knew that was enough; if I pushed her any further, she would start crying to me again. I was skilled at it, not even using my hands to hold it. I dipped
a little saliva into her flower opening, and with a "plop," the dragon plunged into the sea, entering the depths of my familiar honey hole. I have to say, Qing'er has been with me
for three years, and my Overlord Spear has stretched her quite a bit. She's not as tight as she used to be. She doesn't have Rong'er's Spring Water Hole, which is naturally
endowed , nor is she willing to put in the effort to practice the Heavenly Regeneration Technique like San Niang and Ru Shi. I'm worried that if she has children in the future,
won't her place become the Southern Heavenly Gate?

Qing'er was still moaning and panting, clearly very satisfied with my performance, completely unaware of my thoughts.

I suddenly pulled out my Overlord Spear, and Chu Qing pouted and said, "What? Stop teasing me." I patted her bottom and said
, "Turn around."

Qing'er turned around reluctantly, clearly unhappy because she was in the middle of something exciting and I had interrupted her halfway
. But she still obediently put her legs together and leaned her upper body on the couch. Her snow-white, round, plump buttocks were sticking up high in
front of me, their whiteness making my heart burn with desire. I lowered my Overlord Spear slightly, and with a whoosh, it entered Qing'er's flower path again.
"Slap!" I applied a little force and slapped Qing'er's big buttocks.

"Ouch! That hurts, be gentle..." Qing'er cried out in pain and tried to turn around, but I smiled wickedly and pressed her down on the bed.
"Slap!" I slapped her again and said, "Lie down properly and squeeze tighter." Qing'er was terrified by my inexplicable violence. The waves of
humiliation and the perverse pleasure of being abused made her experience another extreme of pleasure in sex. I could clearly feel her vagina
tightening in waves, and her juices were more abundant than usual. Perhaps, back then, the reason I dared to openly flirt with my darling was because I discovered
this potential in her. "Is it good? Hmm?" My slaps landed repeatedly, but Qing'er moaned even louder, clearly having
entered a more ecstatic state, completely forgetting herself and unable to answer my question.

I bent over, leaning behind Qing'er, and reached forward to grasp her ample breasts. Thanks to gravity
, those full, heavy breasts swayed in my palms with each powerful thrust. I then
kneaded those engorged, purplish-red nipples, eliciting a series of moans from Qing'er as she swayed her hips in response: "Mmm~ No, ah~ too
... mmm, it feels weird... but, but I like it... don't, don't stop... mmm~~"

As I kneaded those treasures, I whispered in Qing'er's ear, "Qing'er, my darling, squeeze tighter.
It's a pity there's no mirror here, otherwise I could let you see yourself properly. You look like a wanton little bitch right now.
Tell me, aren't you a little puppy? Aren't you enjoying being fucked by your husband?"

"Mmm~ No~ Qing'er isn't, you're the stinky male dog, the big mangy dog... mmm~" Qing'er
protested .

"Then how come you enjoy being fucked by the big male dog so much? Still saying no?" I deliberately slowed down, licking her earlobe as
I asked.

Qing'er twisted her waist, saying impatiently, "Hurry up, don't be so naughty... good husband, hurry up~" She was getting
impatient with my nagging and couldn't help but plead.

"Sigh, husband is tired, needs to catch his breath." I chuckled inwardly but pretended to be tired.

"Hmm~ no, husband is bullying me, you never complain when you're with your older sister." Qing'er couldn't see the sly smile on my face,
but her words were full of jealousy, it seemed that she had unconsciously developed a competitive spirit.

I pressed her down on the bed, slowly thrusting my lower body, saying, "But Yin'er is so obedient, she does whatever I say,
unlike you, you don't cooperate with me at all." I complained as my right hand reached towards Qing'er's anus.

"Hmm~" Qing'er's anus suddenly felt a finger being probed by me, and her whole body immediately tensed up. "No~ It hurts so much, please don't
do this ..." I love Qing'er's round, plump buttocks the most, so how could I let her anus go? But she really dislikes
the feeling of being plugged by a foreign object and can never get used to it. Today, I suddenly got excited and couldn't help but tease her. I was quite satisfied with her
reaction . I pushed away her hand that was blocking me and said, "Stop messing around, or I'll use Mr. Horn to plug it up for you." Qing'er was so
scared that she didn't dare to stop me anymore, and just cried and said, "But it really hurts. If... don't blame me."

I laughed, but still stopped torturing her. She had been traveling the world for more than ten years, living a life of hardship and sleeping outdoors, and her stomach had always been bad. Judging from
what she said, she had probably been constipated for two or three days. I was afraid that she would really lose control of her bowels and poop on me.
With a "pop," I pulled my hand out, and Qing'er actually trembled and came. I slowed down and let her catch her breath. I pulled out
my penis , made the limp Qing'er turn over, and thrust in again, lightly kissing her red lips as I said, "Don't let your martial arts
skills fool you, you're riddled with ailments, you're the weakest in the whole family." Thinking about this, I couldn't help but tease her.
After three years together, I'd discovered she was incredibly lazy; she wouldn't even pick up a fallen oil bottle at home, and her needlework had deteriorated to
the extreme . "The first year she was in a good mood and made me a little jacket, but it turned out to be a pair of underpants, and unwearable because they were open-crotch pants."

"Hmph, regretting it now? That's how it is for the rest of your life. If you don't like it, just divorce me." Hearing me talk about her shameful deeds, Qing'er
couldn't help but push me away, a little embarrassed and annoyed, wanting me to get off her.

"I don't even like talking about you. Didn't you embroider handkerchiefs for Lu Zhanyuan back then? I thought your handiwork was quite good, but I've never seen you
embroider anything for me." I said sourly, actually I was also annoyed; I'd been waiting for her embroidery for a long time.
That brat had no such intention.

Qing'er was stunned, but a different feeling welled up inside her. Yes, she loved him so much, yet she had never felt that way before,
embroidering a handkerchief for him under the oil lamp, that anxious, uncertain feeling. Although they had been through life and death together, and her
husband had saved her life several times, giving her a stable life, after experiencing so much, was it truly impossible for
her to love someone wholeheartedly again? His tone was so full of jealousy, but... if Guo'er hadn't appeared, if Lu Zhanyuan had been willing
to return to her side, would she have fulfilled any of his wishes without reservation? And now, she had a husband
who was incredibly , a hundred times, a thousand times better than that heartless man, yet she had taken his favor for granted... She had never considered this before, but thinking about
it today, a deep sense of guilt welled up in her heart. Qing'er's hand fell to her side, and she grabbed her arm, asking, "Husband,
I'm sorry ... are you angry?"

Hearing her ask this, her anger immediately subsided. She's a woman with a story, someone who's experienced hardship and even fallen into despair.
I've never asked her how she's fared all these years, because I don't want to touch on her sensitive topics. What she wants to tell me,
she'll tell me someday; what she doesn't want to say, let it remain buried in the past. "No, maybe I'm a little
jealous , but thinking about all the suffering you've endured over the years, your mindset has probably changed, so your husband doesn't blame you."

"Husband~" Qing'er didn't expect my anger to subside so quickly, or perhaps I hit the nail on the head, speaking her mind perfectly. She
could n't help but whisper, tears welling up in her eyes, "It's all Qing'er's fault. Qing'er has almost forgotten how difficult it was for us to get together
..."

"Yes, that's right. Thinking about how many times I almost lost you, how could your husband not cherish you?" I said, stroking
Qing'er's oval face.

"Then why did you say such shameful things, and even spank me..." Qing'er pouted, hugging me and angrily
questioning me.

"Haha... this is the fun of the bedroom, isn't it? You haven't even realized it yourself, the more embarrassing things you say, the
tighter you clench down there, and the more wet you get..." I teased.

"Really?" She hadn't even noticed.

"Of course, your husband isn't lying to you." I smoothed her hair and said, "You're naturally alluring, with high breasts, a round bottom,
and a slender waist, you're born with a captivating charm. Otherwise, so many heroes in the martial world couldn't help but look at you with lustful eyes.
Now that I think about it, they really died unjustly." Qing'er absolutely has a devilish figure and an angelic face, an absolute S-
curve. (Not the frjj type, but an S-shaped tube would be more accurate.) Her hot body is definitely
ranked first .

Qing'er was a little embarrassed by what I said, thinking: Am I really born to attract attention? According to me, those who died for being disrespectful to
me really died unjustly. "That's because many of them were rude first, so I took action.
Who knew they were so lecherous and so easily beaten? It saves them from harming other girls..."

I laughed, "Hehe, shouldn't I thank you for your mercy back then? I really did some
bad things to you." As I spoke, I mischievously pinched her nipple.

"Hmph, if I had killed you back then, things wouldn't be like this today, with you taking turns harming us sisters."

"Still dare to talk back? Looks like I'll really have to assert my husbandly authority today." I thrust harder, each thrust
hitting .

"Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~ husband, you're so amazing... Qing'er, Qing'er won't dare anymore, mmm~ it's coming out, I'm almost... almost
broken, it's about to come out..."

Qing'er was babbling incoherently from my manipulation, which greatly increased my sense of accomplishment, and the mischievous thought in my mind arose again. While lovingly thrusting
up and down at my beloved, I whispered in her ear, "Before I came in, when you were using this thing, were you
thinking of me or Lu Zhanyuan?"

Hearing this, Qing'er felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure and blurted out, "Of course, my husband! I only love my husband, I
've never thought of that heartless man."

"Hmm...really not? Did you ever think about how big his penis was, or how capable he was like your husband?"

"Hmm~ No one can compare to my husband, no one can compare..." Although Qing'er was still a little shy, she was
gradually fully immersed in the moment, and I brought her to the brink of orgasm again. "Hmm~~~" Qing'er's back arched, her hips
pressed against my lower body, a violent tremor ran through her, and streams of vaginal fluid hit my penis; she had climaxed... I
reluctantly stopped, thinking that fully training Qing'er was both good and bad. Although it added some excitement, it also made her more vulnerable
, and she climaxed twice in the blink of an eye.

"How do you know no one can compare to your husband? Have you been peeking at other women?" I
asked with a smile, helping my wife recover from her climax.

Qing'er's face was flushed, whether from embarrassment at being called out or from the lingering effects of her orgasm
. She hugged me and said, "Do I need to peek? I've seen many lonely women in their boudoirs before. Let's not talk about others, but take your
master..."

I thought to myself, how come everyone knows about my master and Uncle Guo's affair? I was still lost in thought when I suddenly felt Qing'er pinch me
. I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Husband, didn't you notice? I saw your master having an affair." Qing'er said to me mysteriously.

I felt a surge of pride and amusement, thinking to myself, you really did catch your master cheating today. "Oh? Who told you that?"

"Didn't you see? When your Uncle Guo was seriously injured, your master's face, hair, and physique didn't fade. It
's she was nourished by rain and dew, but it definitely wasn't your Uncle Guo, so it must have been someone else. Don't disbelieve me." Qing'er saw that I
didn't seem to care much and didn't quite believe her, so she hurriedly explained to me.

I thought to myself that the Ancient Tomb Sect's ability to judge women was quite remarkable; she actually saw through that. But then I thought about it again. Qing'er
had spent a considerable amount of time with my master. This lecherous girl wasn't interested in men, but she was often attracted to women. It wasn't
impossible . However, I just didn't expect that the once infamous and feared demon of the martial arts world would also love to gossip and chatter about other people's affairs. I couldn't help but
find it somewhat amusing. Thinking she'd find out sooner or later, I whispered in her ear, "Aren't you curious
who the adulterer is?"

Hearing my question, Qing'er's eyes blinked as if she understood, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "No way, could it be...?
You're so bold! That's Fu-mei's mother... Could it be Po-lu and Xuan-er..."

"We've already done it, are we going to keep it a secret from her forever?"

Qing'er wanted to persuade me to give up, but seeing that I had tacitly acknowledged that I was the father of two children, she changed her mind and abandoned the idea. She
didn't dare to test my bottom line. Since I had made up my mind, she would try her best to make amends for me, just like what Third Sister usually did for me. "
Big Sister must know, right? So when will you let us serve each other in bed together?"

"You naughty girl, are you trying to take advantage of Rong'er?" I reached out and tickled her. "

Hehe... I'm just curious. I just want to see what makes the famous Chief Huang so
different from us ordinary people." She defiantly puffed out her chest, her still perky breasts trembling slightly as she pressed against me.
"Please? I've already offered myself up, won't my husband grant me this little wish? Besides, you want
us to be sisters, wouldn't that better enhance our relationship?" Qing'er said, drawing circles on my chest.

Upon hearing this, I was immediately intrigued by the suggestion. I had originally planned to put her to sleep before taking Rong'er to Third Sister's
place , and now with the addition of Sister Chuqing, tonight was going to be fun.

We split up; I told Qing'er to go directly to Third Sister, while I went to fetch the other beautiful lady. Qing'er agreed,
grinning as she went out, looking like a cunning little fox who had succeeded in her scheme, making me wonder if I had been tricked by her after all.

I climbed over the wall of Rong'er's courtyard and landed outside her house. The lights were off, so I knew she must be asleep. I
reached into my robes and took out the high-quality incense I had prepared beforehand—"Bewitching Beauty," a gift from Old Man Ouyang, specifically designed to bewitch stunning beauties
; the name was quite fitting. This was my first time engaging in such illicit activities, so I curiously blew the incense into the room. After
a few minutes, presumably until the incense had dissipated, I pushed open the front door and swaggered inside.

Rong'er was indeed fast asleep in the room, having only inhaled a small amount of sleeping powder. Her face was flushed and her breathing was somewhat rapid in her sleep. Although
I entered the room, she didn't wake up. Before the real show could begin, I rolled her up, bedding and all, and carried her away.

When I arrived at Third Sister's room and opened the bedding, Rong'er was already awake, glaring at me angrily. It seemed that she
had woken up halfway and figured out my intentions. However, when she met the ambiguous smiles of Third Sister and Qing'er, her angry
gaze gradually softened. "What are you doing? My young master..." Rong'er knew perfectly well what was going on, but she pretended to be
a white rabbit seeing a big bad wolf, which almost made me turn into a werewolf and devour her whole.

"Today, Third Sister and Qing'er volunteered to share my bed, saying they wanted to serve each other in bed together and get to know each other better," I said
with a smile .

"Rong'er, don't listen to him! I was coerced by him, don't blame me!" Third Sister immediately defected.

"Sister, I was also kidnapped by him..." Qing'er, that little fox, kicked me away and pounced on Rong'er,
taking the opportunity to grope her.

This is blatant betrayal... What can I say? I can only say that my precious master's charm is too great. Her
radiant appearance, her alluring charm like a fragrant orchid, is so captivating that even the lustful Li Chuqing
couldn't resist taking liberties with her, let alone me, the real lecher.

"Hmm~ What did you do to me?" Rong'er quickly realized that something was wrong with her body and couldn't help but ask.

I took out a packet of powder and waved it in front of her, saying, "It's nothing, just adding some seasoning to liven things up, made by the Ouyang family."

Rong'er gave a bitter smile and said, "You... really, you actually used such despicable methods..."
There are never any outsiders present when we make love, but today, with Third Sister and Qing'er suddenly appearing, she was extremely embarrassed. But we
hadn't been intimate for months, and with the drug I'd given her, she was also feeling restless and unsatisfied. Since she could
n't avoid it, she simply stopped being coy and half-heartedly let us undress her.

Third Sister and Chu Qing, used to their playful antics, both vied to strip me naked, pushing and shoving each other until I made love to Rong'er first. Rong'er was more
generous than I expected, but ultimately, she'd never experienced such a passionate encounter. At the last moment, she was so embarrassed she didn't know where to put her hands or
legs, instinctively using her fair wrists to shield her eyes.

I gently pulled her hands away and whispered in her ear with a smile, "It's okay, this day was bound to come sooner or later. I've even gained you
two staunch allies." As for whether sharing a bed counted as being one of the four best friends, I had no idea. "Relax, leave
everything to me."

Rong'er nodded obediently, just as I'd said, she needed
allies to gradually make our relationship public. I could keep it from my daughter for a while, but I couldn't hide it from her forever. If Third Sister and Chu Qing helped me comfort my daughter, it might
be more effective. For now, I suppressed my shame and let her do as she pleased, but her blushing face still turned to one side, only to discover
a sight she had never seen before.

Chu Qing was even more anxious than I was, already embracing and kissing Third Sister. Undeniably, they were trying to create
an atmosphere for me, to help Rong'er quickly integrate into my circle of wives and concubines. However, she seemed too engrossed, to
the point that I suspected she was using this as an excuse for something else entirely. She even brought her precious horn-wielding gentleman along, while her other hand reached
mischievously towards Rong'er's chest.

I laughed and scolded her, pushing her hand away. She playfully complained, but then continued to tease Third Sister. I smiled and
became affectionate with Rong'er. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Rong'er quickly became engaged, wrapping her arms around my waist and responding to my passionate, wet
kisses.

"Rong'er..." Her tongue probed into my ear canal. "Ah..." The woman closed her eyes, tilted her head slightly, and reached down
to squeeze my firm buttocks. After a while of playful teasing, Rong'er turned her head, opened her mouth, and actively asked for a kiss. As soon as my tongue
entered, it was sucked in tightly. It seemed that Rong'er's heart was aroused and she was ready to accept me. I only played with her nipples
a few times, and she was already aroused. My hands left her swollen breasts, grasped the woman's buttocks, and gently stretched them apart.
My penis was also outside her spring-water-filled orifice, pressing and kneading the clitoris, rubbing back and forth. I went straight for
the vital point , making Rong'er feel waves of pleasure. Her bare feet rose up on tiptoe, and her hands moved from my buttocks to my neck. Her
slightly scattered panting breaths, like orchids and musk, wafted over me, and her vulva thrust upwards, as if eagerly
searching for the point of connection with me.

"Ah...ah...Guo'er...it's too intense...ah...I can't take it..." Rong'er was already lost in passion,
letting out a series of soft moans, seemingly forgetting that there were two spectators beside her. Seeing her so completely immersed, I felt a surge of emotion...
I was delighted, knowing she loved me deeply, that she had been longing for me for months. How could I not
give myself completely to such a tender and affectionate woman? I pulled her up to her ankles, her round buttocks trembling. Grabbing her smooth thighs,
I licked upwards from her knees, gently biting her snow-white toes. "Ah... Guo'er... um... I want... I want it..." She
pulled her delicate white feet back, one hand reaching out to stroke my penis, the other grabbing my arm, wanting me to kiss her
lips. I hadn't expected her to be so excited; perhaps it was because she had missed me so much for the past three months. "Rong'er, lie down."

Rong'er knew I was about to pamper her, and she happily wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately, her other hand still
stroking my thick penis, making me feel incredibly good. "Mmm... Rong'er, this feels so good."

"Really? Guo'er... will I always serve you like this from now on?" Seeing my satisfaction, Rong'er kissed my
cheek and promised me.

"Hehe, but I want more..." I said, bending down between her legs, pulling Rong'er's thighs apart with my hands,
revealing her entire lower body to me once again. I aimed the tip of my dragon-shaped spear at her glistening vaginal opening and thrust it
in with a "plop. "

The "five shallow, two deep" insertion method brought my beloved immense satisfaction. "Ah...ah...Guo'er...it feels so good...
ah...faster...harder..." Rong'er wrapped her legs around my waist, thrusting forcefully to meet my movements, trying
to get closer to me. I was a little dumbfounded. Rong'er's desire wasn't deep-rooted; I used to avoid her like the plague, but
today she dared to stand up and block my way. I didn't know if it was because the drug was too strong or if she was intentionally showing off to San Niang and Qing'er. Seeing how incredibly wanton she
was, I leaned forward and grasped her breasts. Rong'er's milk hadn't yet subsided, and with my squeezing, it gushed out. I lowered my head
and sucked on the red bud. Having received such a nourishing tonic, I unleashed over five hundred rapid thrusts, driving
Rong'er to ecstasy. "Ah...ah...ah...Guo'er...Guo'er...I'm going to die...you're going to kill me...
ah..." After another round of frenzied, rapid thrusting, Rong'er was panting heavily. Suddenly, her legs straightened, and
her expanded, releasing a large amount of vaginal fluid, splashing onto my glans.

Third Sister and Chu Qing had long since stopped, watching our live sex show with great interest. They hadn't expected Rong'er
to be so unrestrained in bed, so unlike her usual virtuous and dignified self. Chu Qing playfully tapped Third Sister's waist,
meaning : "Elder sister, you're going to be outdone by her.

" Third Sister smiled slightly, but felt a sense of pressure and also clung to me, seeking more attention. I saw her come closer and said with a smile,
"Come on, my darling Yin'er, lie down on top."

Third Sister hummed in agreement. Her moist, warm vulva was already slightly open, and warm love juice flowed continuously from within.
She leaned forward, resting her head on Rong'er's shoulder, who was still in a daze. Her jade buttocks were raised high, making her appear even more full and alluring.
I gently extended two fingers, parting her labia, and slowly inserted my middle finger. She let out a sensitive moan. I
pressed and turned my fingers inside her hot vulva, while my thumb found and teased the engorged clitoris in her thick pubic hair. Third Sister
writhed, as if both unable to escape and yet eagerly welcoming me. My inserted middle finger began to thrust rapidly, and her flower path began
to expel
and mouth close and gently licking with my tongue. A hot, soft tongue probed into the fleshy crevice exuding a strong, womanly scent. Third Sister cried out
involuntarily , "Ah!" Instead of retreating, she leaned closer, pressing her face against mine. I embraced her jade-like buttocks,
licking her luscious lips incessantly. Her moist lower body emanated a rich, mature aura, thrilling me immensely, and my mouth became even more
attentive . Third Sister let out excited, suppressed sounds, her tightly clenched buttocks trembling slightly as she climaxed.
After her climax, Third Sister slumped lazily to one side, her long hair falling loosely, a soft moan escaping her lips, her legs trembling weakly.

I supported her slender waist, lifted her right leg, and gently turned her to the side. Holding her jade-like buttocks, I thrust my dragon all the way in. Third Sister let out a satisfied
moan, her legs instantly straightening as her flower garden was attacked. I gently lifted her head, letting her
long fall loose, and slowly began to thrust in and out. Third Sister tilted her head back, her flushed face filled with a look of comfortable pleasure, and reached
out to embrace my waist. I reached out and grasped her hand, which was seeking comfort in mid-air. My hips gradually increased
the frequency of my thrusts, and crisp sounds of impact rang out. Third Sister felt both pain and pleasure, her lower body already a muddy mess.
Suddenly tightly around me, making it almost impossible for me to move. Seeing her smug smile, I changed my thrusting to grinding. Third Sister
was struck as if by lightning, tensing up instantly, her throat filled with continuous moans, her upper body almost collapsing to the ground. Her vaginal muscles were also broken by my force. I accelerated my thrusts
, and she reached the peak of pleasure, unable to help but sob.

Rong'er had caught her breath and lay on her side beside us, watching with great interest as San Niang and I made love. She too
blushed and felt a surge of fear. I made a face at her, lifted San Niang's long, slender legs high, and continued my rapid,
rhythmic thrusting. My lower body slammed against San Niang's genitals, and the point where we were joined made a wet, squelching sound, which made
Rong'er and Qing'er, who were watching the scene, almost unable to resist. Qing'er wrapped herself around my back, stimulating my
back , while her hands reached down to caress and stimulate my scrotum. Rong'er followed suit, kneeling before me, her hands on
my chest, and licking my nipples with her small tongue.

San Niang was now in ecstasy, tears streaming down her face, drooling and begging for mercy with lewd words, oblivious to everything else. Her snow-white skin
flushed crimson. Rong'er leaned down and embraced her, gently comforting her, stroking her long hair and kissing her. San Niang's thighs and jade buttocks
were glistening with moisture. Encouraged by San Niang's "Heaven-Mending Technique" and stimulated by Qing'er's mischievous antics, my "Dragon Spear" felt like a red-hot iron rod.
Each touch to her clitoris sent shivers down San Niang's spine. My own penis became incredibly sensitive, each thrust
producing intense pleasure.

Chu Qing, ever eager for chaos, took out her "Horn Gentleman," dipped it in the flowing nectar, and smeared it on San Niang's tightly closed, brown anus
before slowly pushing it inside. San Niang trembled, powerless to resist, whimpering, but silenced by Rong'er's kisses;
her right hand was also firmly held in my grasp. I watched Qing'er's mischief with a smile, marveling at San Niang's exceptional physique and
her immense potential. I slowed my thrusting, and Qing'er adjusted her pace accordingly.
Rong'er , intrigued, released San Niang's head and couldn't resist moving closer to Chu Qing, her hands slipping under Qing'er's armpits and climbing...
Those large breasts made her drool. Qing'er knew Rong'er's feelings and turned back with a kind smile, which was equivalent to saying
: Nice to meet you.

San Niang gradually adapted to the intensity of my cooperation with Qing'er, and slowly began to feel it. She started to moan softly again, and was actually intoxicated by
our humiliation of her. My pity for her gradually disappeared, and my desire to tease her arose again. I slowly increased the intensity of my thrusts.
I pounded heavily in front, and Qing'er followed suit in her evil deeds. San Niang moaned happily for a while, then fell silent for a moment, and then
trembled and screamed as she climaxed. This happened repeatedly. The honey from her honey pot became thicker and more fragrant. San Niang's body
became softer, as if she was about to collapse. Her plump body was covered with small beads of sweat, and the air was filled with the scent of rose dew and her erotic
body fragrance.

As Rong'er soothed San Niang by placing her breast into her mouth, she actually used her own milk to replenish San Niang's lost fluids.
Meanwhile her eyes sparkled with a captivating allure as she watched our actions, her expression one of intense excitement. I chuckled wickedly at her, "Baby,
come and lick me." I pointed to my two testicles, which were swaying between my legs, and said to Rong'er. Rong'er blushed, but obediently
crawled over, nestled between my legs, and gently licked my testicles with her small, fragrant tongue. I shuddered, panting, "Mmm...
Rong'er, it feels so good, mmm..." Seeing me moan, Rong'er, blushing with embarrassment, kissed and sucked my testicles even more vigorously,
her lips and tongue skillfully teasing and arousing me. Qing'er, who was secretly watching from the side, blushed deeply, but couldn't bear to turn away. She was simply
mesmerized by Rong'er's infatuated expression as she devoted herself to me, forgetting even to use the sex toy in her hands.

On a whim, I gently kneaded Rong'er's breasts with both hands, catching the expressed milk and feeding it to her
. Rong'er responded with even more fervent love, her lilac gliding over my perineum and tentatively probing my anus. I
shuddered , almost ejaculating. With a "pop," I pulled out my dragon-spear, quickly concealing my near-embarrassment. I
took a few deep breaths and pulled up the now limp Third Sister, asking, "Yin'er, how are you? Are you alright?" Third Sister, her face
flushed , buried her head in my chest and said, "Hmm, you almost killed me, but... it really feels so good. You guys have
worn me out completely. This is the first time in all these years."

I chuckled, pulled Rong'er up, and kissed her passionately, signaling that she could rest. Then I pulled Qing'er
over . Third Sister, still reeling from her torment, understood the true meaning of the saying "no sister in bed." She angrily pulled
the dagger from her rear and tossed it into the corner of the bed. With a half-smile, she spread Qing'er's buttocks, giving me a seductive look, and
said, "I was almost tortured to death by this girl. I'm going to avenge Yin'er."

I smiled and kissed Third Sister, then slowly inserted the dagger into Qing'er's honeyed orifice, thrusting a few times before pulling it out and
moving it to her rear. Third Sister, knowing my intentions, mischievously forced open my tightly closed anus into a bright red opening. Qing'er, of course, knew
what was about to happen and began to twist her waist in protest. Third Sister pulled the chrysanthemum bud even wider and winked at me. I leaned close to
her ear and chuckled, "You just won't suffer even the slightest loss." Third Sister whispered, "Husband, you can't be biased.
You were just helping Qing'er bully me."

"No, eldest sister, I won't do it again. I won't be an accomplice to the tiger anymore. Please forgive me this time," Qing'er quickly begged.

Rong'er knew she was next and, seeing the situation was bad, tried to use the Thirty-Six Stratagems to escape, but I pulled her
back . I laughed, "Alright, helping your husband is called being an accomplice to the tiger. I was going to let you go, but now the tiger is ready to eat the meat." I
laughed, lifted Qing'er's legs high, pressed my huge glans against her open anus, and
prepared to break in.

“Good husband, good master, dear father… Qing’er misspoke… um… no, ah…” Qing’er
trembled violently, letting out an “ah” as she tried to struggle. I pressed down on her pink arm with one hand and held her jade buttocks
with
the other, making it impossible for her to escape. San Niang then twisted Qing’er’s clitoris and stroked her moist lips, helping Qing’er relax as quickly as possible. San Niang continuously smeared her honey juice onto my penis and anus. As soon as I started thrusting, Qing’er immediately tensed up again, squeezing my penis tightly, even trying to
force it out with her sphincter. I immediately stopped to avoid making her too disgusted, thinking that I must correct this habit of hers today
. This was repeated until my eight-inch penis was completely accommodated in her anus. Based on my past experience with anal penetration,
I knew it was about time, so I stopped going deeper and began to thrust slowly. Qing'er felt both swollen and tingly, and couldn't help but moan. Her anus
gradually became lubricated, and her anus widened considerably. I slowly increased the speed of my thrusts, and Qing'er's moans grew louder.

Rong'er, seeing that she couldn't escape, could only pretend to be obedient in front of me, hoping I would let her go at the last moment. I kissed her, and
she proactively brought her cherry lips closer. I plucked a curved hair from the corner of her mouth, presumably from when she was serving me
earlier , and then gave her another passionate kiss to thank her for the pleasure she brought me.

My domineering spear continued its rapid thrusts, each stroke reaching the very root, pressing tightly against Qing'er's buttocks. It wasn't that she had no
experience with anal sex, but she had always disliked this unusual pleasure, and every time, she couldn't help but feel like she was about to lose control of her bladder. But
today, with no way to avoid it, she could only learn to accept this mutated pleasure. She only felt that her senses were out of control, but it wasn't
as bad as she had imagined, so, with my thrusts, she gradually began to feel something. At this moment, San Niang's fingers probed into Qing'er's
flower garden , coincidentally touching Qing'er's sensitive spot, commonly known as the G-spot. Under the double stimulation, Qing'er was unable to control herself,
especially since it was the first time she had experienced the overwhelming pleasure brought by the G-spot. I only thrust in and out about three hundred times before she let out a soft moan and actually
squirted. One, two, three streams of clear, viscous fluid gushed out, covering a distance of two feet, wetting San Niang's hands and my chest.

I chuckled, satisfied, and released Qing'er, letting San Niang help me comfort her.

"Rong'er, give it to me today, I want yours here." I reached down and groped between Rong'er's buttocks.

Rong'er smiled gently, knowing that I wouldn't give up until I got what I wanted today, so she kissed me and said, "My darling, be
gentle , I've never had this experience before."

I said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't hurt you." Then I pushed her down onto the bed, making her lie face down,
waiting for my favor. I knelt by the bed, my soft, tender kisses landing on Rong'er's anus, then my tongue
lingering on the folds of her vulva.

"Mmm~ Don't do that, it tickles," Rong'er whimpered, shrinking back slightly.

Third Sister came over to help, cleaning my genitals. After washing me clean, she took my dragon-shaped spear into her mouth.
I let it thoroughly clean and moisten her mouth. I withdrew my penis from her mouth, smiled slightly at her, and thanked her for her thoughtfulness.

Rong'er was also grateful for Third Sister's kindness, and reached out to hold her hands, as if trying to borrow courage from her. Third Sister
held her fingers and whispered, "It's okay, just relax, it won't hurt too much. Look at that naughty girl's big reaction, she actually
likes it a lot."

Hearing Third Sister say this, Rong'er felt much more at ease. I had basically moistened her anus, and my penis pressed against her anus
. "Rong'er, I'm coming." I called out, and the coronal sulcus of my penis was already inside Rong'er's rectum.

"Mmm~" Rong'er hadn't expected that her anus would have such a tantalizing, unspeakable feeling of tightness. Only then did she understand
why Qing'er had been so unwilling to avoid my attack. I was actually enjoying myself. Rong'er's anus was warm and moist,
unlike Qing'er's dryness. It seemed Rong'er had learned her lesson and was trying to keep her body relaxed to avoid
injury. I whispered teasingly in her ear, "I never expected Rong'er's anus to be so unique. Rong'er, from now on,
you belong entirely to me."

Rong'er whispered, "My darling, if I'm not yours, whose is it... Rong'er is also very happy to have given you her first time
here ."

I was thrilled. Two to one, it seemed I had gotten more. Rong'er's little mouth and little anus were things
Uncle Guo had only longed for back then. I couldn't help but slowly increase the speed of my thrusts. Her tight anus gripped my penis tightly, and
the stimulation of my glans and the pulse of my penis during entry and exit created intense pleasure. Rong'er trembled and cried out, "You rascal, are you
trying to kill me? Slow down..."

I leaned down and pressed against her back, slowing down slightly, but said, "This feeling is too wonderful, I really can't hold back."
Rong'er's face was flushed, and her smile was very charming. She seemed to enjoy my reply and hummed softly.

Third Sister kept kissing her to help her relax, and then smiled and said, "Rong'er, do you feel better?" Rong'er nodded with a slightly blushing
face and leaned down to kiss Third Sister. I ignored their flirting and continued my frenzied thrusting,
my lower abdomen slapping against Rong'er's plump buttocks. She finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Guo'er, be gentle..."
With each thrust, Rong'er's testicles rubbed against San Niang's breasts, milky fluid flowing out, wetting both their chests. This sight
only fueled my burning lust. Ignoring her pleas, I continued my relentless assault.

San Niang, deliberately mischievous, laughed, "You have to call me 'Master' to persuade our young master." Rong'er seemed
embarrassed to call me that in front of San Niang and Qing'er, so she lowered her head, burying it in San Niang's shoulder, letting out a whimper, her face contorted
with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I thrust hundreds of times with all my might, my anus clamping down on my spear with a powerful sucking motion. Rong'er trembled violently,
her waist unable to support her weight any longer, and she slowly slumped down. I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, a tingling sensation down my spine, my penis swelling dramatically, and
my semen was about to erupt.

Rong'er, dazed after her orgasm, lay sprawled on the bed, involuntary moans and sighs, unable to withstand any further assault
. Third Sister, who had been with me the longest, knew I was at the point of no return. As my penis
slid out of Rong'er's collapsed vagina, she didn't hesitate to suck on it, her fragrant tongue swirling around the tip. Stimulated by this
, I could no longer hold back, and a large amount of thick, milky-white semen gushed from my glans,
the sound echoing within Third Sister's mouth. When I had completely ejaculated, Third Sister had to catch the semen overflowing from the corners of her mouth with her hand.
She opened her mouth for me to see, her lips and tongue intertwined, the white being my life essence, swirling
under , an aura of lewdness wafting towards me.

Third Sister shared half of her saliva with Rong'er, who was panting on the couch; Rong'er, not to be outdone, reciprocated by sharing it back with
Third Sister . Their lips and teeth intertwined, their carefree, playful expressions filling me with even greater pleasure. Both were
shrewd women, equally capable of calculating the most difficult situations, both were my beloved companions willing to sacrifice their reputations and lives for me; both were my closest friends, yet they were also secretly
vying for my favor. Of course, these little actions weren't malicious, but rather a healthy competition to better please me.
It was truly a clash of titans, a battle of equals, but unexpectedly, this rivalry ultimately benefited me, the
fisherman who profited.

After this erotic escapade, I embraced my three beautiful wives, falling asleep contentedly. However, I had to pull up my trousers and return to Ru Shi's room before dawn,
otherwise, if she didn't see me at daybreak, she would surely cry and search for me again, and I didn't want my poor little
one to shed tears for me again.

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