[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter Four: Between War and Peace.

Lux cried out passionately, her eyes filled with desire and dazed look as she looked at him. Her body trembled, a blush creeping across her fair skin, the tender flesh of her honeyed orifice contracting violently, releasing the excitement of her orgasm and releasing the final safety barrier for the penis that was about to ejaculate.

"Sister Shera..."

Zi Teng cried out, thrusting one last time, and streams of hot semen gushed out.

"Huff... huff..."

Zi Teng lay on the bed panting after ejaculating. Lux was also panting, getting up to let Zi Teng's penis withdraw from her body, the fluid he had just ejaculated shimmering in her slit, then lying down beside him, smiling as she let him caress her body.

"You really dared to ejaculate right in?"

Lux ran her fingers across her vulva, showing Zi Teng her semen-covered fingers, "Do you want me to get pregnant that badly?"

she asked half-jokingly.

"Ah? Wh... what..."

Zi Teng, who had never thought of such a question, was shocked.

"It's very irresponsible of you to ejaculate inside a girl so casually. It could easily make you a father, and you don't seem to be old enough to know how to take care of a child yet."

"It's not that serious..."

Zifang said hesitantly, "I've always done it this way, and there's never been any problem..." "

Women of the night are very knowledgeable about contraception. The girls in the Prince's mansion have contraceptive pills in their food because they're aware of this possibility, so there's basically no problem. As for your junior sister, I don't know. Usually, it's probably one of you who has a problem, so... But..."

Seemingly remembering something, she said with certainty, "Your body is definitely fine, or maybe you're just very lucky. Every time I ejaculate inside her, it happens to be during her safe period."

"Safe period?"

Zifang looked blank.

"You don't know?"

Lux was exasperated, her face a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "You must know about menstruation, right?"

"Yes."

Zifang nodded. Although he didn't fully understand what menstruation was, he at least knew that during those days, whether it was Yueya'er, Sister Qin, or the girls in the palace, they all said that he shouldn't have sex with them.

"The so-called safe period is simply the seven days before and eight days after menstruation. During this time, a girl theoretically won't get pregnant."

Tapping Zifang's forehead with her finger, Lux said seriously, "So in the future, when you're looking for a girl, don't ejaculate inside her except during these days. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the other person might be understanding, but if they start arguing, you'll be in trouble."

"..."

Zifang swallowed, feeling a bit scared. He didn't want to have a family so early. It seemed he would have to be more careful in the future. The

morning

sun also shone on the land of the Orc Kingdom. In the center of the fortified city, surrounded by high wooden fences, stood a tall, three-story wooden building with a domed roof—though its height was relative to the rest of the city.

Clearly, orcs were not skilled builders, for this "city," utterly rudimentary by human standards, was the royal capital of the Tiger Clan. After the Tiger Clan gained dominance in the civil war, it became the kingdom's new capital.

In the window of the main bedroom of the palace, the naked Fox Clan chieftain gazed out, lost in thought. Several dried semen stains marred her snow-white skin. Recently, her intelligence agents had repeatedly reported a very strange message: the Yanhuang Empire's internal guards were frequently active near the northwestern Imperial Mausoleum.

"What are they looking for?"

she wondered, utterly perplexed.

After thinking for a moment, seemingly making a decision, she reached out and grabbed a pigeon. With her other hand half-clenched into a fist, she muttered something, then opened her palm. A crystal appeared within it. She muttered another incantation, and the crystal dissipated into a mysterious gas, disappearing into the pigeon's body.

Behind her, on a large animal-hide bed, a burly, muscular man sat upright, a faint "king" character pattern on his forehead.

Beside him, a voluptuous fox-woman cupped one of her full breasts, placing her nipple into his slightly open mouth, turning her body to alternately suckle his two nipples. Simultaneously, another fox-woman knelt beneath him, skillfully licking his penis with her tongue before opening her small mouth and swallowing it entirely.

The man's penis rapidly grew larger in the fox woman's mouth. Her small mouth could no longer fully contain the thick shaft, so she could only take the most sensitive tip into her mouth, diligently licking it with her tongue. The man's breathing grew heavier. One hand grabbed the fox woman's hair and pulled it back and forth, using her mouth as a vulva for thrusting; the other hand grasped and kneaded her breasts.

The female chieftain released a dove, her graceful movement making her alluring back even more captivating. The man, burning with lust, pushed aside the two fox women serving him, rose, and walked towards the beautiful body, his penis erect.

He embraced the female chieftain's alluring naked body, greedily kissing her snow-white shoulders. He lifted her right leg with one hand and thrust his erect penis deep into her enchanting vulva, letting out a satisfied growl.

"Oh..."

The sudden entry of the penis made the female chieftain feel slightly uncomfortable, but the fox clan's licentious nature quickly allowed her to adapt to the roughness. The thick, long penis stirred and rubbed against her honeyed orifice, the rapid and brutal contact causing her body to tremble slightly with each thrust.

"Your Majesty, harder... harder... you're making me feel so good..."

She teased him with murmurs, cooperating with his movements. She pressed her arms firmly against the windowsill to support her weight, her legs extended backward and wrapped around the man's thick waist, raising her hips as high as possible to make it easier for the thick penis to enter and exit her body.

"Ah... see how powerful I am... I'll fuck you to death..."

The female chieftain's teasing murmurs further fueled the man's lust. He thrust forcefully into her raised, snowy buttocks, his penis breaking through the warm, fleshy walls, thrusting and rubbing vigorously. A burning desire consumed him, leaving only one thought in his mind: to thrust his penis deep into that exquisite honeyed orifice with all his might. With each rough and powerful thrust, the female chieftain before him would let out excited moans, which only fueled his ecstasy.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the man's panting, and the chieftain's moans blended into a symphony of desire in the room. Two fox-women stood by the bed, their faces flushed, watching the two men's frenzied lovemaking intently, their hands unconsciously reaching for their breasts and genitals.

The female chieftain gave a wink, and the two immediately understood, moving behind the man. The voluptuous one rubbed her large breasts against his back, wiping away the sweat of passion; the other crawled between her companion's legs, pressing her tongue against his buttocks, burying her face in it…

“Ah…”

the man cried out, the tongue darting and protruding within his anus causing him to thrust his hips forward violently. “Oh…”

the female chieftain groaned, then jerked her head up, screaming, “Your Majesty… has penetrated my womb! It’s so powerful…”

This seemingly complimentary teasing drove the man almost to the point of losing control. He thrashed about, his thick penis thrusting rapidly in and out of the female chieftain's body. The combined stimulation of her vagina, tongue, and breasts brought him to the brink of climax. He let out low growls and thrust his penis deep into the female chieftain's vagina, his hot penis throbbing excitedly inside, gushing out streams of filthy semen.

"Ah... Your Majesty... You're killing me..."

the female chieftain screamed, her body sliding down to the ground, limp and powerless.

"Haha!"

the man laughed, seemingly extremely satisfied. "How about it? Even you can't withstand my penis, can you?"

"Yes, yes... Your Majesty is incredibly strong. Any woman can only collapse under your crotch." The voluptuous

fox woman continued to press her breasts against the man's strong back muscles, flattering him in a provocative tone.

“That’s right… even the clan leader has gone limp from your ministrations.”

Another fox woman withdrew her tongue, crawling between the man’s legs, using her nimble tongue to clean the fluid from his penis.

“Hahahaha!”

The man laughed even more smugly. The flattering teasing, combined with the stimulation of the fox woman’s tongue, quickly made his penis hard again. He grabbed the two fox women and threw them onto the bed. “Let me show you my power!”

he roared excitedly as he pounced on them.

“…”

The female clan leader, who had seemed powerless and unable to move just moments before, suddenly stood up, turning her head to look at the strong back of the man moving on the bed . Her eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. “I’ll let you enjoy yourself for a while longer,”

she thought to herself.

********** ... "Please..." "No, please go first..." "How dare I, how dare I, please go first..." After repeated polite exchanges, it was naturally the Grand Secretary, the elderly Xiang Lang, who led the way, followed by Xiang Qingwen, Cao Chun, and Zhang Taiyue, with the remaining civil and military officials following behind. On the imperial platform inside the main hall, Emperor Long Zhengtian, adorned in magnificent dragon robes, sat calmly on his throne. On either side of the throne were two chairs, occupied by the two most important members of the imperial family—Crown Prince Long Zhengxian and the Ninth Princess Long Qianyu, who was in charge of the Imperial Guard. Below the platform, the cabinet ministers sat on either side, each with a report on the explosion at Qiuliu Island and a memorial from Hu Zongxian, the Governor-General of the Five Southeast Provinces, expressing his hope for peace talks regarding the rule of Xie Lu. Long Zhengtian said with a slight smile, "My esteemed ministers, you are all aware of the matter of Xie Lu's sue for peace. This matter concerns the great cause of our Yanhuang dynasty, and I would like to hear your insightful opinions and strategies for dealing with it." After Long Zhengtian finished speaking, the ministers responded in unison, "As you command." Then some fell silent, while others whispered among themselves, as if discussing the matter. Zhang Taiyue leaned close to Cao Chun's ear and whispered, "Brother Cao, did you hear that? His Majesty has called 'peace talks' 'sue for peace,' but in reality, it's still unknown who will win this war." Cao Chun, being an old minister, understood the emperor much better. He smiled bitterly and pondered, "But in our Emperor's eyes, it must be 'sue for peace.'" "Yes... but I'm afraid even if it's 'sue for peace,' His Majesty won't accept it," Zhang Taiyue shook his head, his face full of worry. Long Zhengtian's gaze swept around as he took a sip of fragrant tea and said, "My esteemed ministers, please." The elderly and frail Grand Secretary Xiang Lang was the first to rise shakily and hoarsely exclaim, "Your Majesty, this old minister believes that we must not make peace with the island barbarians!" Long Zhengtian's face softened, and he said gently, "Grand Secretary Xiang, you are old and frail, so please sit down and speak." "Thank you, Your Majesty," Xiang Lang said, still standing upright. "This old minister is so angry I can't sit still! Your Majesty, esteemed officials, since ancient times, our Yanhuang has been the Celestial Empire. What is Xieluzhi? A group of barbarians, nothing more than savages who drink blood and eat raw meat. They do not follow the Way of the King, nor do they worship sages. How can we allow them to beg for peace?" Xiang Qingwen then rose and reported, "Your Majesty, the royal family of Xieluzhi is nothing more than the remnants of a small country that was destroyed by my founding emperor. Now they dare to talk about peaceful coexistence with my Celestial Empire. It is truly absurd! I believe that if we grant them peace, it means that we will willingly accept humiliation. Ten years of preparation for the expedition, the bloody battles of tens of thousands of soldiers will all be meaningless. Where is the dignity of our Yanhuang Dynasty? Where is the Way of the King?" His impassioned speech received a chorus of approval. Long Zhengtian sat solemnly, still unmoved, watching the father and son's "comedy" like a spectator, but secretly delighted. Long Qianyu observed this as well, and Xiang Dang's attitude was not surprising. They controlled the lifeline of the expedition—money and provisions—and as long as the war continued, they could continue to act arrogantly. Frankly, she believed that peace talks would benefit the country for generations to come, but currently, the emperor's mind wouldn't allow her to propose peace, causing her immense inner turmoil. Her pale hands gripped the armrests of her chair tightly. For a moment, it seemed only one voice remained in the court: all the officials clamored for war, while Zhang Taiyue remained silent, appearing deeply troubled. Long Zhengtian remained unmoved, occasionally glancing to the side and noticing Zhang Taiyue's silence. He then gently asked, "What insightful opinion do you have, Minister Zhang?" Zhang Taiyue pondered for a moment, his face filled with conflicting emotions, before finally sighing and rising to say, "Your Majesty, I am deeply worried... Today, the entire court's discussions boil down to one word: war! But I believe that a ruler should combine firmness with leniency, kindness with severity, fighting when war is warranted and making peace when peace is warranted. And now, it is time for peace!" Upon hearing this, the court fell silent. Long Zhengtian remained composed, speaking softly, "My dear minister, please speak frankly. In your opinion, why should we make peace now?" "I believe the most pressing problem for our dynasty is not the chaos of war, but the famine in the interior and the powerful enemies on the western and northern fronts. Your Majesty, the treasury is empty, and military pay is insufficient. The court cannot continue fighting on multiple fronts, especially not such a costly expeditionary campaign!" Long Zhengtian remained seated, his thoughts unknown to the ministers. After a long while, he spoke, "Xian'er, you are the crown prince, the future ruler. What do you think?" Long Zhengxian was startled and looked questioningly at his sister. In fact, they had prepared a response the night before, but Zhang Taiyue's sudden departure from their plan left Long Zhengxian somewhat bewildered. He didn't know whether to continue with their original statement or support Zhang Taiyue. Long Qianyu's face was filled with pain and conflict. At this moment, if she and her brother continued with their established policy, Zhang Taiyue would become the target of public criticism. However, if they supported him, their father would certainly not tolerate it. After much deliberation, she shook her head painfully. Long Zhengxian understood and said in a deep voice with a hint of reluctance, "Lord Zhang is right. The court needs to find a way to get out of the predicament of fighting on multiple fronts. Therefore, if there is peace, it is the best policy... However, peace negotiations require a prerequisite, which is that it must be truly necessary. But is it really necessary under the current circumstances? The Xielu Naval Force has been wiped out. Now is the best time to capture Qiuliu. Once it is captured, our expeditionary force's supply line will be shortened by half, the problem that has been troubling us will be solved, and victory in the expedition will be just around the corner. Father, gentlemen, under these circumstances, granting 'peace' would be giving up the best opportunity for victory and would be a desecration of the spirits of the fallen soldiers of the expedition!"

Long Zhengtian's hands trembled slightly with excitement, but he tried to suppress it as he said, "Since you ministers have all spoken, then I will formally state my intentions. Regarding those island barbarians of Xieluzhi, I have only three words: War—Suppression—Annihilation! Order the South Sea Fleet to begin preparations for war immediately, await favorable winds, and prepare to attack Qiuliu!"

The ministers responded solemnly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Suddenly, the official in charge of foreign affairs at the Court of Colonial Affairs remembered something and asked, "Should we instruct the envoys they sent not to come?"

"No need for that. Continue the negotiations, just buy time. Inform the envoys of the war before the attack begins and send them back."

"Your Majesty! This is unacceptable!"

Zhang Taiyue pleaded again, "If we do this, our country will be morally compromised, and it will be detrimental to the war!"

"History doesn't care about details, only results. Winning is all that matters!"

Long Zhengtian glared at the "ungrateful" Zhang Taiyue. "Zhang Taiyue, how dare you speak for Xie Luzhi? What are your intentions? Guards! Seize him!"...

Long Zhengtian angrily left his seat. Two guards quickly entered and took Zhang Taiyue away. Everyone in the court was stunned. Only Long Qianyu hurriedly got up and followed her father into the inner chamber.

"Father..."

"Don't say anything! I know what you want to say!"

Long Zhengtian angrily interrupted his daughter.

"I only want to ask Father one question: Is what Lord Zhang said reasonable?"

"You!"

Long Zhengtian was furious, but after thinking for a moment, he suppressed his anger. "I know Zhang Taiyue is a loyal and capable minister, and what he said makes a lot of sense. But he shouldn't be unaware of how much we need a victory right now!" "

..."

Long Qianyu didn't say anything, but she always felt that replacing "we" with "I" would make things completely right.

"Alas..."

Long Zhengtian sighed deeply, "I will pardon him after we win this battle. In the meantime, don't let him suffer any hardship."

Long Qianyu bowed deeply, "Father is wise!"

************

Inside the prison cell, Zhang Taiyue sat listlessly on a pile of dry straw. Suddenly, he heard a noise, opened his eyes, and saw Long Qianyu approaching with several maids. The prison guard opened the cell bars, the maids brought in a chair and then left, and Long Qianyu entered alone, sitting down opposite him.

"Your Highness..."

Zhang Taiyue rose and bowed.

“Lord Zhang dared to speak out for the country and its people today, and I admire him greatly,”

Long Qianyu said sincerely. “I am also ashamed.”

“Princess, there’s no need for that. Actually, I originally intended to proceed as we discussed yesterday, but…”

Zhang Taiyue paused, “I thought a lot last night, and I thought about some things I hadn’t considered before. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I was tossing and turning all night, and that’s why I decided to go all out today.”

“Actually, what Lord Zhang said makes a lot of sense. My father thinks so too. It’s just that he desperately needs a victory.”

Long Qianyu said bluntly, without giving her father any face.

“I’m not unaware of these things, but what I’ve thought of is too terrifying, so terrifying that I understand that victory is impossible.”

“What has Lord Zhang thought of?”

Long Qianyu knew he wasn’t one to speak carelessly, and there must be something he hadn’t had the chance to say in court, so she pressed him for an answer.

"Your Highness,"

Zhang Taiyue asked, seemingly out of the blue, "is Kyuuri Island still there? Is it still intact?"

"What do you mean, Lord Zhang?"

Long Qianyu asked, utterly puzzled, but still answered, "Kyuuri Island is of course still there, and according to the latest reconnaissance results from the South Seas Navy, the island has not undergone any major geological changes."

"That's the first question. As far as I know, the Xieluzhi Allied Fleet has over three hundred warships. Princess, perhaps you should consider the scale of an explosion that could destroy three hundred warships? For Kyuuri Island to remain intact after such an explosion, Your Highness, do you think that's possible?"

"Is Lord Zhang worried that this is a trap set by the Xieluzhi people to lure us in?"

Long Qianyu asked. Seeing him nod, she looked relieved. "I've also considered this, and I believe Father Emperor is aware of it as well. But in my opinion, Lord Zhang is overthinking it. First, it's impossible for the Xieluzhi combined fleet to escape unscathed from the explosion; it's just a matter of degree. Second, even if their combined fleet were completely unharmed, my Nanyang Fleet has over five hundred warships, nearly twice the size of the Xieluzhi combined fleet. Even if we suffer heavy losses in this battle, victory would be a matter of course."

"Your Highness is right," Long Qianyu replied. "However, please forgive my rudeness. The princess only knows one side of the story. There are things you don't know, and the Emperor may not know either, or perhaps he's pretending not to know. But I, as the Minister of War, cannot be ignorant of these matters. Let me reveal the truth to Your Highness: right now, our entire nation has no land forces available for a landing on Ryukyu Island."

"What?"

Long Qianyu was shocked. This was something she had never expected, something she had never even considered. "Our Yanhuang army has over a million soldiers in armor. How could we possibly have no soldiers available?"

“Your Highness, although our Yanhuang people boast a million armored soldiers, only a few armies are truly capable of fighting,”

Zhang Taiyue explained. “Currently, the civil war in the western Orc Kingdom has ended, but they could invade at any time. The southwestern barbarians are also restless, and the 200,000 iron cavalry of the Cangtian Khanate in the north have repeatedly pressed forward. Under these circumstances, the Xiling Army, the Saibei Army, and the Lingnan Army—these three top-tier border defense armies—are completely unavailable. The Southeast Army is bogged down in Xieluzhi's territory and cannot spare any troops. The Southwestern New Army has just begun its training and its personnel are not yet fully recruited, let alone capable of fighting. As for the local guards and the capital's Imperial Guards, one is a paper tiger used to scare the people, and the other is purely a showy ceremonial guard. Your Highness knows what they would be like if they were sent to the front lines, so I won't elaborate.”

Long Qianyu gasped at each sentence, her voice trembling as she asked, “Does Lord Zhang mean that this war can only be fought by the navy?”

“That’s the gist of it,”

Zhang Taiyue said helplessly, her voice full of worry. “Princess, you might want to imagine what the situation of this battle will be. There are only two possibilities: one is that the Xieluzhi Allied Fleet will hold off our Nanyang Navy in front of Qiuliu Island for a decisive battle. This is the best-case scenario, and we might even be able to achieve a Pyrrhic victory. What I fear most is the other scenario… the Xieluzhi Allied Fleet will withdraw from Qiuliu Island and lie in ambush nearby, allowing our navy to attack Qiuliu Island. With your wisdom, Princess, it’s not hard to imagine what the situation and the outcome would be, right?”

“…”

Long Qianyu fell silent. The terrifying scene that flashed through her mind left her speechless: the Nanyang Navy besieging a semi-fortified island with strong fortifications and a large number of heavy cannons, warships catching fire and sinking one after another, groups of sailors acting as landers lying on the beach, and finally capturing the island after paying a heavy price.

However, at this moment, the navy itself was extremely weak—a large number of warships were destroyed or sunk, a large number of sailors were killed or wounded, and ammunition was running out. More seriously, due to the large number of sailors being committed to the landing battle, each warship was ineffective due to a lack of personnel. At this moment, the Xieluzhi Allied Fleet, which had been resting and recuperating for a long time, suddenly attacked from behind them...

Her heart was filled with immense pain, not only because of the foreseen tragic battle and outcome, but also because of her understanding of her father—even if he knew that this was likely the outcome, even if there was only a sliver of hope for victory, he would still gamble everything!

"The Nanyang Fleet...it's finished..."

Long Qianyu said, somewhat dazed.

Chapter Five: Reminiscences .

Sunlight spilled onto the waters of the Solan Canal, reflecting brilliant golden ripples. Three-masted or even larger merchant ships laden with cargo were a common sight along the waterway, and occasionally a few sailing speedboats bearing the flags of the Wilt City-State's naval police would

hurry by. Even less common were the private yachts of nobles. Firstly, while the canal was a famous trade route, it lacked any particularly scenic views worthy of leisure for wealthy nobles with yachts. Secondly, although foreign trade was frequent, both the Yanhuang Empire and the Wilt City-State were quite cautious and even wary of foreign nobles with political connections.

But this morning, a yacht was cruising on the canal's waterways. This was a small, white pleasure boat. A lone mast stood atop the protruding upper deck, adorned with a saddlecloth but lacking sails—for such vessels, sails were merely emergency propulsion in case of an emergency. The water around the hull flowed unusually uniformly and swiftly, propelling the boat forward. Upon closer inspection, a faint blue glow could be seen emanating from below the waterline: traces of water-based magic crystals manipulating the currents.

Next to the anchor at the bow was a black emblem, its openwork design depicting an eagle perched on a sword blade—the symbol of the Temple of War of Lysas. In that kingdom, anyone bearing such a symbol, even representatives of secular power—the governor—had to yield.

However, this emblem clearly had no deterrent effect here, as two large rowboats flying skull and crossbones flags had already set their sights on the small boat. The pirates on board gleamed with excitement—the target before them was the perfect prey.

While large merchant ships could be targets, they were often heavily armed with sailors, making it difficult to gain an advantage. Moreover, even if successful, the spoils were usually just various goods, and transporting them back and cashing them out would be a headache. In contrast, noble yachts were far superior. Not only were they small and outnumbered, but nobles' ships often carried vast amounts of gold and silver, and captured nobles could be used to extort large ransoms.

The chances of encountering a noble yacht were extremely slim. The pirates devoutly thanked their lucky stars, suppressing their excitement as they quietly approached, their swords gleaming coldly.

From a small cubicle in the corner of the main cabin came the sound of running water and a girl's angelic humming. One side of the cubicle had no wall, only a thin gauze curtain hanging down, through which a graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

Standing outside the gauze curtain was a beautiful young woman, as lovely as a wave in the morning sun. She turned her head and smiled at the beautiful sunrise through the open porthole. The sea breeze, carrying the enchanting scent of water, rushed in, and she felt the gentle touch of nature. A look of rapture graced her delicate face; her small lips and slightly dreamy eyes exuded an alluring charm. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back to her thighs.

Her skin was not only fair and smooth, but also shimmered like pearls in the sunlight. She wore only a blue corset and matching shorts, the kind of attire often worn by Western noblewomen and maids when traveling by boat. This clothing allowed them to fully enjoy the sun's caresses and also made it convenient for them to frolic in the water whenever they pleased.

The sound of water within the gauze curtain ceased. The young woman outside came to her senses, reached up to tidy her wind-blown hair, revealing the long, pointed ears characteristic of the elven race.

With a "whoosh," the gauze curtain was pulled open from the inside, and a slender, jade-like foot stepped out, followed by another. The girl emerged from the steam, arms outstretched, her long, damp chestnut hair clinging to her back. Her perfectly oval face, with its sparkling eyes and delicate features, revealed the mischievous charm of a teenage girl. The female elf immediately took a towel and stepped forward to wipe the remaining water droplets from her skin.

The girl's figure was slender and upright, her proportions no less impressive than the female elf serving her, but rather adding to her allure. Her skin had a healthy tan, shimmering under the remaining water droplets. Her body was free of excess fat yet still possessed a voluptuous quality, her supple flesh radiating a captivating vitality. Her

well-developed breasts stood high, bouncing with her movements, their small, adorable pink nipples peeking out. Between her legs, a woman's greatest secret was not yet completely covered by pubic hair; the tender pink cleft seemed to proudly proclaim its untouched purity.

After drying her skin, the girl took the towel and wrapped it around her body from the shoulders down. Her stubborn breasts were squeezed into a captivating cleavage by the towel's pressure. The towel only reached her hips, revealing a small portion of her pert, pink buttocks and shapely legs.

She walked to the chair at the table and sat down. The female elf came behind her, cupping her wet hair in one hand while silently chanting a spell to manipulate the air. With the other hand, she directed the flowing air to dry the damp strands of hair.

"Almost there, right?"

"Yes, we should be ashore before noon."

Both their voices were as intoxicating as a gentle sea breeze.

“Great!”

The girl’s big eyes narrowed into slits with happiness. “I can squeeze another lunch out of my brother. I heard the Xiling Feast is the best.”

“Hmm?”

The female elf seemed to suddenly realize something, stopped what she was doing, and looked down as if thinking for a moment. “The water elemental warned that something is approaching us on the starboard side, and it seems very hostile.”

“What?”

The girl was startled. She stood up, grabbed a light chrysanthemum-colored sundress and pulled it over her head. She adjusted the straps slightly, reached inside the dress to untie a towel, and then pulled the towel out from under the dress and threw it aside. “What’s going on?”

Without saying a word, she leaped up and grabbed the open skylight, performing a graceful somersault onto the upper deck, completely disregarding the exposed view under her dress that her movements had just revealed.

The front of the upper deck was an open-air steering platform, designed so that the yacht’s owner could enjoy the scenery while operating the boat.

The girl picked up a telescope and looked towards the starboard side, then put it down after a moment, frowning. "They're pirates."

"What do we do?"

The female elf in the cabin climbed up the gangway. "Send a signal flare to notify the nearby Wilt Marines?"

"Come on, those guys always conveniently disappear when other countries' ships are attacked,"

the girl said sarcastically. "Do they think the ship of the Holy Maiden of the Temple of War is so easy to rob?"

She laughed, then turned to the female elf behind her. "Go get that."

"Understood."

The female elf understood and went back into the cabin. She quickly came out again, handing a delicate briefcase to the girl.

"A rare opportunity to use..."

She eagerly opened the briefcase. The most eye-catching item inside was a red crystal engraved with mysterious patterns, surrounded by a matching belt that appeared to be made of crystal. She took out the belt and fastened it around her waist. At the front center of the belt was a slot whose size and shape perfectly matched the crystal in the briefcase.

"Armed!"

the girl said, picking up the crystal and bringing it to her lips. The crystal immediately emitted a dazzling light. "Standby..."

A cold, emotionless female voice came from inside.

Inserting the crystal into the slot, the light emanating from it instantly enveloped her entire body. Soon, the light condensed into a red liquid at vital points and quickly solidified. When the light completely dissipated, the girl's torso, from her elbows down to her shoulders, calves, and chest, was covered in a layer of shimmering red metal. The tight-fitting metal armor outlined her exquisite curves, and a longsword hung on each side of her waist. Behind her, a pair of enormous red metal dragon wings spread proudly, infusing her otherwise somewhat slender body with an imposing aura.

"Complete,"

the cold female voice from the crystal echoed again, then the flashing stopped.

"Keep it safe, a gift from the Age of Gods,"

the girl sneered. "Remember my name before you go to hell: Lin—Yi—Rou."

She lightly tapped the crystal at her waist.

"Energy Reload."

The cold female voice rang out again. With a flash of crystal, enraged fire elementals gathered on the metal dragon wings, and two rolling fireballs shot out. After a violent explosion, only two scattered, charred wrecks remained on the water's surface... ****************

... Zifang took the bowl of porridge from the maid beside him, glanced at the empty seat opposite him, and remembered something. "Where's Yueya? That little girl hasn't gotten up yet?" "Hmph..." Lux, sitting in the main seat, slowly stirred her coffee with milk in her cup with a spoon, casually took the bread with cheese spread by the maid, and said with a suggestive smile, "Was someone too crazy last night, making it impossible for her to get up?" "Pfft..." Zifang spat out the porridge in his mouth. In an instant, he felt all the maids in the room looking at him, their expressions either shy or suggestive. He smiled awkwardly, wiped his mouth, and stood up. "I'll go check." He then slunk out, leaving behind a series of silvery laughs. “Crescent Moon…” Wisteria gently pushed open the door and saw Crescent Moon perched on the windowsill, teasing a pigeon that had flown in from who-knows-where. A small package sat on a nearby table. Because of her posture, the girl's delicate, adorable little bottom, tightly wrapped in her skirt, playfully protruded. Wisteria couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. “Ah…” The girl cried out in surprise, startling the pigeon away. She hurriedly clenched her right hand, a strange purple light disappearing from it. She turned away somewhat awkwardly, complaining, “Senior brother, you're so annoying!” “What?” Wisteria seemed oblivious to her earlier action. “Going out?” “Yes,” the girl nodded. “Going back to the mountains. I miss Master… and… it's summer now, and I need the mountain's cold spring water to practice Yin Water Sword Qi.” “Leaving already? Do you want me to see you off?” “No need,” the girl smiled, taking a spirit talisman from her package. “I have this; it can take me directly to Master's courtyard.” “I see…” “Senior brother is coming to see me,” the girl said, her eyes wide. "Mmm...definitely." "And..." The little girl's face flushed red, "One last hug from senior brother." "Good girl..." Zifeng opened his arms and pulled Yueya into his embrace. The little girl's fresh fragrance wafted over him, and her restless breasts rubbed and pressed against his chest under her clothes, making him unable to resist reaching his hand under her skirt again. "Ah..." Yueya was startled, and with a burst of strength, she pushed him away, her face flushed as she grabbed the bundle. "No...if I keep hugging you like this, I won't have the strength to walk today." Saying this, she hurriedly drew a circle in the air with the earth spirit talisman and disappeared in a flash of light, as if afraid that Zifeng would chase after her. "..." Savoring the lingering warmth in his arms, he turned his head to look at the pigeon outside the window that had long since flown away and shook his head vigorously. He still seemed unwilling to believe his own judgment. "What's wrong? Why the long face?" Lux's voice pulled Zifang back to reality from her melancholy. "I understand," she said, looking at Zifang's appearance, the empty room, and the ashes clearly left behind by the spell. She smiled ambiguously. "You didn't get your way with me before leaving, did you? You little pervert." She leaned against him. "How about it? Need some comforting?" "In this state, it's no use saying no, is it?" Feeling the jade hand already touching his crotch, Zifang smiled awkwardly and whispered in Lux's ear, "Let's go to your room!" She reached out and touched her breasts. "Why?" Lux gently let her penis swell under her caresses, asking in a dazed voice. "It was too dark last night. When you were on top, I didn't even notice how tempting the scene in the crystal ceiling was. Let's make up for it now!" Zifang said, already reaching his hand inside Lux's long robe, groping for her exposed vulva, unprotected by underwear or pubic hair. “Little pervert…” Lux’s address to him changed again, but she clearly didn’t object. She snapped her fingers, and a shimmering card appeared between her fingers. On the front was a half-open door within a six-pointed star magic circle. “Magic Revolving Door,” she murmured. The magic circle rose beneath their feet, and as it ascended, the space below transformed into another room. When the magic circle finally disappeared over their heads, Zifang found himself back in the room where he and Lux had been passionately intimate the previous night and this morning. “Magic is truly an amazing thing,” Zifang exclaimed, recovering from his surprise. “What are you waiting for?” Lux seemed impatient. She shoved him onto the large bed in the room, simultaneously grabbing the belt of his pajamas. As he fell, the belt was pulled open, and the pajamas immediately opened to the sides, revealing his well-built young body and vigorous penis. Zifang lay facing her, watching Lux's alluring movements through the crystal-mirror-like ceiling: Lux twisted her body, lightly lifting the straps of her dress-like nightgown with her fingers, the silk nightgown slowly sliding down to the floor with a serpentine motion, revealing her mature, voluptuous body beneath. She kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, her high breasts obscuring Zifang's view of the ceiling. "Want to see that? Then leave it all to me." Lux kissed Zifang's forehead, stood up, and spread her legs to stand before her, her completely exposed vulva exuding an intoxicating fragrance. "There are some things you can't see there!" she said, slowly sitting down, pressing her vulva close to Zifang's face.

Wisteria grasped her legs knowingly, sticking out her tongue to lick the bright red cleft, feeling it gradually become wetter. He then inserted his tongue inside.

"Ah...yes...that's it...keep going..."

Lux arched her body excitedly, her head tilted back, her long golden hair cascading down Wisteria's chest. She moaned, one hand gripping and kneading one of her breasts, the other desperately prying open her thick labia to allow Wisteria's tongue to penetrate more freely.

"I can't take it anymore, give me the real thing..."

Lux's desire was completely aroused. She moved away from Wisteria's head to his waist, grasping his hot penis and rubbing it between her thighs a few times, then aimed at the entrance to her honeypot and forcefully sat down.

"Oh!"

"Ah!"

Both of them let out satisfied moans at the same time. Lux's body arched backward to its limit in excitement, and Wisteria had to support her waist to prevent her from falling. With Wisteria's help, Lux straightened up again, steadied her breathing, and thrust her slender waist, letting her honey pot swallow and release Wisteria's penis. She guided his hands to her breasts and looked down. Wisteria's eyes were looking at the shadows of the two of them on the ceiling.

"Is it beautiful?"

she asked.

"Why don't you experience it for yourself?"

Wisteria deliberately squeezed her firm breasts, while thrusting his penis in sync with her movements, pounding into the core of her honey pot.

"Oh..."

The double stimulation made Lux unable to help but tilt her head back and moan again, her hazy eyes looking at the shadows of the two people making love in the crystal on the ceiling. "How strange, this feeling..."

She suddenly felt even hotter all over, a strange feeling in her heart made her unwilling to look at the shadows on the ceiling, but another strange impulse made her unable to resist looking. "It's like peeping at someone, and it's like being peeped at... This..."

"Hehe... It seems that Sister Shera has a very strange voyeuristic fetish!"

Sensing the violent change in Lux's body, Wisteria chuckled mischievously, "Whether you are being peeped at or peeping at someone, you will feel something, so what does it feel like when both situations exist at the same time? It must be incredibly exciting, right?"

As he spoke, he increased the pressure of his hands.

"Ah... Don't talk nonsense... I don't have such a strange feeling..."

The sudden stimulation and the increasingly excited body made Lux unable to extricate herself. She desperately shook her head to resist the tide of pleasure, her long golden hair flying in the air.

"No? But I clearly felt that Sister Shera's inside was hotter, tighter, and wetter than this morning, and it was writhing more intensely!"

Wisteria spoke her true feelings without holding back. "You're clearly more excited because of being seen."

"No way!"

Lux stubbornly denied, but suddenly Wisteria sat up, lifted her up by her buttocks, and carried her to the window, her penis pressing heavily against Lux's clitoris.

"Is that so? Then let's make it even more exciting, how about this?"

"Ah!"

Lux couldn't help but cry out, "No, this is so embarrassing..."

she pleaded weakly.

Zifang, however, gave her no chance to object. He strode towards the window, each step accompanied by a thrust of his penis that felt like it was about to penetrate her uterus. Poor Lux cried out repeatedly, but she had no strength to break free from his powerful arms. Reaching the windowsill, Zifang seized the opportunity to grab her hips, spinning her body halfway around their genitals.

"Ah...ya..."

The sudden, intense pleasure caused Lux's body to slump downwards with a scream. Zifang quickly caught her waist, preventing her from slamming her head against the windowsill and bleeding profusely. Then, he grabbed her fleshy buttocks and thrust forcefully.

"Ah...gentler..."

Lux protested groggily, trying her best to keep her face and expression normal. Fortunately, her room was on the third floor, so those in the courtyard could only see from afar. The scene they witnessed was likely just the city lord lazily leaning against the windowsill, peering out, with her adopted son standing behind her.

"Ugh! This is unbearable... I can't take it..."

Lux protested in a low voice, "Let me in."

"Hehe, no problem, Sister Shera, you go ahead! You're in front!"

Zifang readily agreed, but grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

"Ugh..."

Lux's voice was almost tearful. The dual stimulation of her body and mind brought her closer to orgasm than ever before, and the intense pleasure made her vagina contract and twitch with terrifying force.

"Oh..."

The strong reaction of her vaginal walls also greatly pleased Zifang. He excitedly slapped the elastic buttocks in front of him, each thrust powerful, causing Lux's body to tremble, but she dared not cry out.

"O spirits floating in the air, please silence my voice."

Lux used the last shred of her sanity to create a soundproof barrier. "Ah... give it to me... fuck me to death..."

Lux finally cried out without restraint. The tidal wave of pleasure brought by the powerful thrusts of the wisteria made her completely lose her last bit of reason, and incomparably lewd moans kept flying from her mouth.

"Ah... wisteria... faster... harder... I... am coming..."

Another high-pitched moan, and Lux was quickly brought to orgasm.

"Mmm... Sister Shera... yours... is so amazing..."

In the midst of orgasm, Lux's honey hole contracted violently, and hot vaginal fluid washed over the invading penis. The wisteria thrust passionately with the greatest strength and the fastest speed, each thrust making Lux's limp body tremble in the midst of orgasm, until she collapsed onto the floor.

A surge of intense pleasure before ejaculation washed over him, and Zifang knew he was close to climaxing. Remembering something, he gasped, "Sister Shera... is it okay?"

"No problem... it's safe these past few days..."

Lux replied weakly from the floor. Suddenly, Zifang screamed as waves of hot liquid gushed in, bringing him to another near-instant climax...

The passion subsided, and Zifang, regaining his strength, put on his pajamas again and lay back on the bed, leaning against the pillows as he watched Lux get dressed with interest. Lux had already covered her hairless genitals with a black thong, and a black bra covered her full breasts. Her slender, nimble fingers were tying the bra straps behind her back.

He had to admit that the allure of a beautiful woman dressed was no less than when she was undressed.

"By the way, Sister Shera, did everything go smoothly with the land purchase last time?"

Zifang asked casually, remembering something.

“Fortunately, you have a lot of influence. The Gulan negotiator didn’t even bother to haggle when he saw the ring,”

Lux replied, already wearing her shirt and buttoning it up one by one.

“However…”

As she pulled her pencil skirt around her waist and skillfully adjusted her belt, Lux seemed to realize something: “Even though it was a low price, five million taels of silver is still a considerable sum. We need to find a way to make up for it before the Prince’s Palace audits the internal accounts at the end of the year.”

“It’s still early until the end of the year, there’s always a way.”

Zifang laughed irresponsibly, but then noticed that a crystal on the bedside table, mounted on a stand, had lit up.

“Sister Shera, someone’s looking for you.”

He knew it was a communication crystal and reminded her.

“Hmm? Only that girl Yirou would call this crystal,”

Lux replied without looking up as she pulled on her black stockings. “You answer it, give her a surprise.”

Then she put on her black high heels, opened the door, and went out. “I have to meet with the church delegation from Fran.”

“So irresponsible…”

Zifang shrugged helplessly, then pointed to the corner of the crystal’s top. The light emitted by the crystal formed a screen above it, displaying the delicate face of the girl from the yacht earlier.

The girl had clearly dressed up; her chestnut hair was tied into two long ponytails that hung down on either side of her head, making her look exceptionally cute. Each ponytail had a light blue ribbon tied into a bow, adding a touch of dignified charm to her vibrant face.

"Mommy!"

the girl called out happily, looking closer and becoming even more excited, "Brother!"

"Yi Rou..."

Seeing his sister's happy face, Zi Teng's smile was full of warmth, but the little girl's next words made him extremely embarrassed.

"Why was brother in Mommy's bed so early in the morning?"

Yi Rou's tone was somewhat wary, "and wearing pajamas?"

"Uh... well... actually..."

Zi Teng was caught off guard and hurriedly tried to find an excuse.

"Never mind... let's not dwell on this for now..."

His sister unexpectedly let him off the hook, "My boat has docked, brother, come pick me up."

"Okay, okay..."

Zi Teng agreed without thinking, at this point, as long as Yi Rou didn't pursue the previous question, everything was fine.

"Brother, take your wallet, we'll eat out at noon and go to the park."

Yi Rou continued to make requests.

"Okay, okay..."

Zi Teng naturally didn't dare to give any other answer.

"Then let's meet at the intersection of Chunfeng Street, brother, come quickly!"

Yi Rou further decided on the meeting place.

"Okay, okay..."

Zifeng continued with his standard answer, while also having to admit that his sister's choice of location was good. It was close to the food street near Qujiang, and also close to the riverside water feature park, and...

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, he thought of something else and cleared his throat very seriously, "Tell your brother quietly, what's that guy like?"

"What guy?"

Yirou was completely confused by the question.

"The baby's father!"

Zifeng said matter-of-factly—another feature of that street corner was that many midwives lived nearby, "Otherwise, wouldn't you be too foolish to choose such a place to meet?"

Watching his smile freeze on his sister's face, Zifeng found it incredibly pleasing to the eye. He was happy to have the opportunity to outwit his sister.

"What!"

Yirou's little face immediately puffed up with anger, "Come or don't come, I hate it!"

The scene disappeared with that sentence.

Zifeng smiled, feeling as if he had returned to his childhood. Back then, he often bickered with his sister, but he usually ended up losing, because even if he won the argument, his sister, who claimed to be a woman rather than a gentleman, would not hesitate to use both words and actions. Zifeng got up, returned to his room, took off his pajamas, changed into casual clothes, and put his wallet in his pocket before heading out.

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Arriving at the agreed-upon intersection, Zifeng looked around. There were many women around, but unfortunately, most of them were heavily pregnant.

"Brother!"

Suddenly, his sister's voice came from the side. He turned to see Yirou walking towards him cheerfully, her two long ponytails swaying with her steps, making her look lively and adorable. Her pale yellow dress and hair color complemented each other perfectly, and the white stockings and transparent crystal high heels on her calves beneath the dress exuded a charm beyond youth.

Yirou was holding a strange little animal in front of her chest; it was hard to identify, but it looked like a large yellow rat with a lightning bolt-shaped tail. Behind her followed a female elf dressed as a maid, her long golden hair reaching her thighs. She carried an exquisite handbag, and her black maid outfit and stockings accentuated the tall, slender figure characteristic of elves.

"This is…"

Zifeng pointed to the strange little animal, asking uncertainly.

"This one?"

Yi Rou happily presented it to her brother. The little animal made

a strange "Pika Pika..." sound, startling Zi Teng. "I found it on the road. Isn't it cute? Shall we keep it?"

"Whatever you like. But speaking of which, you've adopted almost an army of all those weird little things, haven't you?"

Zi Teng shrugged.

"What?!"

Yi Rou pouted as she put the animal back on the ground. "I finally came back, and you're being so cold to me, brother?"

"Well... well..."

Zi Teng helplessly opened his arms and hugged his sister. "Welcome back, little girl..."

He then gently kissed his sister's cute little mouth, but ended up kissing her nose.

"What's going on? Did you misjudge?"

Zifang curiously patted her sister's head to compare heights. "Little girl, have you shrunk?"

"I'm not a little girl!"

Yirou seemed very resistant to this action, swatting Zifang's hand away. "It's clearly you who grew taller than me, brother! Really..."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and kissed her brother, an intimate gesture that attracted a group of onlookers who were unaware of the truth.

Yirou happily took her brother's hand, leaving the onlookers who were still pondering the truth behind them. The elven maid followed silently, smiling and looking at the "brother and sister" in front of them with ambiguous eyes. "That older sister is called Yuyue. She is an apprentice priestess of the Moon Goddess Temple. She is the maid that the Queen gave to me."

Yirou introduced her companion to her brother.

"Hmm..."

Zifang replied, while turning around to greet her with the elven etiquette he knew. The other party, however, seemed unexpectedly flattered and returned the greeting respectfully. Zifang was very puzzled by her attitude.

“However…”

His sister’s question immediately turned his confusion into embarrassment, “Why is brother in mother’s bed?”

“Uh… well… actually… there’s a complicated reason…”

Zifeng felt utterly speechless.

“Never mind, I’m hungry, so let’s not talk about this for now…”

Yirou’s voice made Zifeng feel like he had been granted a pardon, but her next sentence made him break out in a cold sweat, “I heard that the Xiling Full Banquet at Jiufeng Tower is the best, so brother will treat us, right?”

"Nine Phoenix Tower? Don't be ridiculous!"

Zifeng thought to himself. If this little girl saw Sister Qin, wouldn't she drown me in a jar of jealousy? "Actually, we don't necessarily have to go there. Other places are fine too, really, for example..."

He blurted out in his panic.

"Why is Brother so afraid to go there?"

Yirou asked curiously.

"There's no particular reason!"

Zifeng lied.

"How suspicious..."

Yirou's eyes swept over her brother with ill intent. "He's definitely hiding something! The interrogation team is on the move!"

"Huh? What?"

Zifeng was startled, but Yuyue had already grabbed him from behind and pulled him into the depths of a deserted alley. Yirou, who followed him in, grinned mischievously and took off one of her brother's shoes and socks. Then, out of nowhere, she produced a feather.

The next moment, all the pedestrians on the street heard a man nearby seemingly falling into an incurable fit of maniacal laughter. They couldn't help but admire this man's endurance and lung capacity, because he could laugh like that for so long.

When the laughter stopped, Zifeng had already confessed under "torture," "Waaah... Brother actually has a lover outside, Rou'er is so heartbroken..."

Yi Rou turned her back to Zifeng and pretended to cry, "As compensation, let's add some fruit shaved ice as a dessert!"

Saying this, she turned back, her eyes completely turning into stars, and held up two fingers, "I want double portions!"

"Okay, okay..."

Zifeng, of course, dared not have any objection, and touched his wallet with heartache. You know, two portions of that kind of shaved ice made with more than a hundred kinds of fruits are almost equivalent to the price of half a table of Xiling full banquet. "This brat, isn't she afraid of getting diarrhea..."

he muttered under his breath.

After walking through several streets, the three of them entered Jiufeng Tower. Watching the two girls enjoying the table full of delicious food, Zifeng had no appetite at all. He secretly prayed that the gods would protect Sister Qin from coming.

Unfortunately, the great God's revelation was: "You're going to die!"

The door to the private room opened, and the elegant beauty who entered was none other than Xiahou Qin!

"You little pervert, did you bring your little sister with you today?"

Her intimate voice and attitude caused the brother and sister to change color almost simultaneously, but neither of them wondered why this woman knew they were siblings.

"This sister is so pretty! Do you know my brother?"

Yi Rou asked, feigning curiosity, feeling the small hand searching for the best spot to pinch on her thigh. Zi Teng looked at Xiahou Qin with an embarrassed, bitter smile, the meaning clear: Sister Qin, please have mercy and leave!

"Well..."

Xiahou Qin completely ignored Zi Teng's pleas and gave a purely suicidal answer: "Actually, I'm his mistress, so I came specifically to ask him for child support and compensation for my youth."

"!"

Yi Rou frowned, and her small hand pinched hard on the chosen target.

"Hahaha...just kidding!"

Seeing Zifeng's bitter face, Xiahou Qin smiled charmingly. "Alright, I won't bother you anymore."

She then left.

"...Don't make that face, brother, I really...really...I'm not angry..."

Yi Rou's anger seemed unabated, and she continued to increase the pressure on her hands as she spoke.

"You're not angry?"

Zifeng asked, her face contorted in pain.

"I'm not angry, I'm just pinching you."

Yi Rou said, continuing to pinch harder.

Outside the door, Xiahou Qin listened quietly to the playful sounds inside, a kind of benevolent smile typical of an elder appearing on her face. "They really are a perfect match..."

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After eating what felt like the longest meal of her life amidst intermittent pain, Zifeng was immediately dragged by her sister to the grassy area of the riverside park.

Yu Yue sat gracefully on a high tree branch, continuing to smile ambiguously at the brother and sister lying side-by-side on the grass.

Yi Rou pulled her brother's arm over to use as a pillow, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the cool river breeze and the fragrant scent of grass and earth. "How nostalgic..."

Yi Rou said happily, "The last time I lay here like this was ten years ago, wasn't it?"

"You silly girl, how can you talk like you can remember things from ten years ago so clearly?"

Zi Teng said nonchalantly.

"I do remember them very clearly, because on this day that year, something big happened that I can never forget."

"What?"

"On this day that year, I learned a secret for the first time: my brother isn't my biological brother."

Yi Rou opened her eyes and said softly, "So..."

"So?"

Zi Teng was surprised to find that his sister had gotten up and was lying on top of him, her well-developed and vibrant breasts rubbing against his chest.

“So from that moment on, Rou’er decided that she would be her brother’s bride!”

Yi Rou said firmly, and then kissed her brother’s lips firmly… Chapter Six,

11-20: Imperial Decree . Since the last Battle of Longcheng, the situation in the northern frontier had once again become stalemate. A detachment of troops led by Yagomi, the Left Wise King of the Cangtian Khanate, had set up camp outside the Yinshan Pass, and the two sides were engaged in seemingly endless, probing small-scale battles. Under the blazing afternoon sun, billowing dust suddenly rose outside Yagomi’s camp, and a small squad of red-armored cavalry galloped in, their red and golden dragon battle banners conspicuously displayed. At the front of the column, Li Xingyu, sword in hand, spurred his horse, “Cangtian Hu dogs! Do you have the guts to come out and fight?” His sharp killing intent swept away with the dust as he shouted. Before long, the gates of the camp opened wide, and cavalrymen in white armor and yellow robes surged out like a tide, as if to completely engulf the tiny red formation. The red-armored cavalry showed no sign of retreat, charging straight into the ranks of the Hu cavalry. In an instant, the dust storm raised by hundreds of horses obscured the battlefield. The two armies clashed in the pitch-black darkness, spears thrusting, sabers slashing, the clanging of metal echoing through the air, mingled with the neighing of horses and the screams of the dead. The cavalry charge was a matter of lightning speed. Soon, the red-armored cavalry broke through the encirclement and galloped away, their proud roars carried by the sandstorm to the enemy. "Dragon Cavalry! Invincible!" As the dust settled, a gruesome scene was revealed: the corpses of Hu cavalry lay scattered on the ground, their horses, now without their masters, neighed mournfully, wounded soldiers cried for help amidst the carnage, and the surviving Hu cavalrymen stared blankly at each other on their horses, seemingly unable to believe what had just happened. Standing under the gate, Yagomi pounded his fist on the crossbeam of the fence, his face filled with anger and helplessness. He had seen everything clearly. The enemy had less than a hundred riders, and he had sent three hundred riders to besiege them, but in the end, they were slaughtered without losing a single one of them.

Since Li Xingyu was appointed General of the Cavalry and Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Front Army, she changed the Northern Army's defensive strategy of the past few years. She directly moved the 20,000 elite "Dragon Cavalry Guards," which Li Gan had previously kept in reserve but never used, from the Northern Army's main camp at Baiyun Pass to Longcheng, which served as the front-line camp. From then on, in the frequent small-scale battles between the two sides, Yagomi was completely at a disadvantage. He repeatedly selected his most outstanding warriors to fight in an attempt to turn the tide, but all ended in failure. In the small-scale battles, the overwhelming combat power of the well-equipped, well-trained, and exceptionally powerful Dragon Cavalry Guards was revealed, and each time they routed their opponents. Even more remarkably, on this day, Li Xingyu personally led a small group of elite cavalry all the way to the gates of Yagomi's camp.

The red-armored cavalry galloped along, and soon they could see the tall enemy towers on the walls of Longcheng in the distance. Suddenly, several lightly armed scouts approached. The leader reined in his horse, bowed, and reported, "Miss, the Emperor's envoy has arrived at the Dragon City headquarters with a decree."

"Go!"

Li Xingyu shouted, whipping her horse and galloping towards Dragon City.

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A village on the edge of a forest on the southern border of Lingnan. The simple wooden houses indicated that it had only recently been established. The farmland beside the forest showed clear signs of clearing land by burning, and the lush green crops on the thick black soil suggested a good harvest this year.

A convoy of carriages bearing the banners of the Lingnan Prince's Mansion entered the village. The soldiers escorting the carriages and the welcoming villagers busied themselves unloading food and daily necessities. In their occasional conversations, the difference in accents between the villagers and the soldiers was clearly discernible.

The villagers here, and in many nearby villages, were refugees who had fled to Lingnan. The severe drought in the Central Plains and the government's exploitative taxation had created countless starving people, refugees, and rebels on what was once the most prosperous land of the empire. Some of them eventually fled to Lingnan. Under the auspices of Princess Sima Fuyun, the Lingnan Royal Palace relocated them to the vicinity of the forest, providing them with farming tools and oxen to cultivate the land through burning, and also supplying them with rations before the harvest. Thus, Sima Fuyun's reputation as a goddess spread far and wide.

"How have you been lately?"

Sima Fuyun, accompanied by officials from the surrounding area, arrived with her entourage.

"Thanks to you, Your Highness, not only have we been able to settle down, but you also bring such generous gifts each time. We are truly unworthy of such kindness,"

the village chief said, leading the village elders to greet her. The elders reverently prostrated themselves at her feet.

"No, that title is too grand; I should be the one who doesn't deserve it."

Sima Fuyun hurriedly stepped forward to help the elders up. "In this world, the times are unfavorable, the nation's fortunes are not prosperous, the court is immoral, and we are incompetent, which has led to the people being separated from their homes and forced to leave. I can only do my bit to cleanse this country of its enormous sins."

"Please don't say that. If officials everywhere had half of your benevolence, we wouldn't be in this situation."

The elders once again knelt down to see her off.

“Your Highness,”

an accompanying official sighed sincerely, “you are truly a worthy official!”

“Alas…”

Sima Fuyun sighed deeply, “Actually, the people’s demands are very simple. As long as they have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a piece of land to cultivate, and the harvest can support their families after paying taxes, they are already very happy. If even these things cannot be satisfied, then we officials might as well take off our official robes and go home to farm.”

“Your Highness!”

A fast horse galloped up, and the rider dismounted and knelt to report, “His Majesty’s imperial envoy has arrived at the Prince’s residence. The Prince requests that you return immediately to receive the decree.”

“I know,”

she replied gently, her brow furrowing as she thought of her planned trip to the southwest. It seemed she might have to postpone it for now. On the green grass along the Qujiang River, Yi Rou knelt against a tree, letting Zi Teng rest his head on her lap as he lay on his side. She gently cleaned his ear with the long nail of her little finger.

Smelling the unique fragrance of a young girl emanating from Yi Rou, Zi Teng had to admit that his sister, in her dignified and serene state, revealed a gentle side that truly possessed the potential to be the perfect woman who could captivate any man. Of course, that was assuming none of those men had experienced her capricious and willful side like he had. He knew very well that beneath this little girl's angelic exterior lay a soul with sharp horns, a triangular tail, and bat wings. In the current situation, if he suddenly said something wrong, she would definitely grab his head and slam it to the ground. Furthermore, based on past experience, if this little girl suddenly became exceptionally gentle and ladylike when alone with him, it usually meant she was preparing to bewitch him and then suddenly launch a deadly attack with some threatening question. "Speaking of which, I heard from Sister Shera that you became the Holy Maiden of the Temple?" Zifang thought it might be a good choice to change the subject. "You think I like it? Those rules are a headache just looking at them, and it's all because of that thing," Yirou bit her lip and pointed to the suitcase next to her that the little thing that kept calling "Pika, Pika" was using as a chair. "Those old fogies in the temple said it's some kind of divine relic, and since it was recovered eighteen years ago, only I can use it, so I was chosen by popular demand." "A divine relic? Is it very powerful?" "But actually, it's nothing special," Yirou said nonchalantly. "Sister Camilla's wings are much more powerful than mine; they're made of light." "..." Yirou suddenly remembered something and seemed to become wary. "Brother, don't try to change the subject. Tell me honestly, besides that pretty sister from the Nine Phoenix Pavilion, do you have other women?" "Oh...maybe." Zifang answered vaguely and tentatively. "So, do you have a little sister as cute as me?" Yi Rou didn't seem to care much about his vague answer, but the next question startled him. He knew very well that his sister had a bottom line on this matter; she could tolerate him having a hundred women, but she absolutely couldn't tolerate the existence of another little sister. "Of, of course not..." he answered without thinking, secretly glad that Yueya'er had just left, otherwise... "Then, does your woman include Mom?" Zi Teng, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, trembled at the question. "No, don't joke around," he hurriedly denied, "How could you think of such a thing?" "I knew you wouldn't admit it," Yi Rou said, looking up and waving her hand as if she hadn't expected it. Yu Yue lightly jumped down from the branch, landing without even making a sound. Zi Teng felt a surge of heat rush to his nose—his position was just right to see the faint golden pubic hair visible at the edge of Yu Yue's white underwear under her skirt. Yu Yue knelt down beside Zi Teng, then gently cupped his head and kissed him. Their lips remained pressed together for a long time before she released the bewildered Zi Teng. "Soul synchronization rate 100%, complete." Her soft voice was as melodious as birdsong. "Wh...what?" Zi Teng was still a little confused. "Nothing, it's a good thing." Yu Yue remained beaming. "You're all here,"

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and Lan Hua arrived with several guards. "The Emperor's envoy has arrived with an imperial decree for you."

The last sentence was clearly addressed to Zi Teng.

Zi Teng and her entourage rushed back to the city garrison's residence. Upon entering a side hall, the commander of the Imperial Guard, who had come to deliver the decree, was already waiting for some time. "Zi Teng, the second son of the Prince of Xiling, receive the decree!"

Zi Teng straightened her clothes, dusted off her sleeves, and knelt down to receive the decree.

The Imperial Guard Commander unfurled the imperial edict and proclaimed: "Ziteng, the second son of the King of Xiling, has been loyal to the king and has won consecutive victories. I am greatly pleased to have read your report. The nation's strength is currently insufficient, and we are surrounded by powerful enemies. This is truly a time of crisis and survival; however, it is also a time for great men to establish their merits. A man of talent like you should be a pillar of the nation. Therefore, I hereby bestow upon you the title of General of Chariots and Cavalry, with the honorary title of Vice Minister of War, and award you a python robe and jade belt. Recently, the war in the southeast is expected to take a turn for the better. You are hereby ordered to come to the capital immediately to discuss important matters. This is the imperial decree."

Ziteng kowtowed, "Your subject obeys the decree!"

The Imperial Guard Commander handed the edict to Ziteng and bowed with a beaming smile, saying, "This humble general congratulates General of Chariots and Cavalry on your continued imperial favor and promotion!"

"Thank you, thank you,"

Ziteng said with a smile, leading him inside. "General, you must be tired from your journey. Please rest in the guest room… Someone, prepare a banquet!"

Immediately, someone stepped forward to invite him into the inner room.

"Brother, congratulations!"

Yirou came out from a small room to the side.

“There’s nothing to be happy about,”

Zi Teng murmured. “The more important I am in the Emperor’s eyes, the more the Xiang family will see me as a major threat.”

After a moment of thought, he realized something. “It seems the Emperor is forcing me to pledge allegiance to him.”

Zi Teng gave a bitter smile.

“Speaking of the capital, it’s been a long time since I’ve been there,”

Yi Rou said, seemingly oblivious to her brother’s unusual expression. “Brother, take me with you.”

“No, this is an imperial decree to discuss important military and national affairs, not a trip for fun.”

Zi Teng tried to make up an excuse. Firstly, having this little girl around was too much trouble, and secondly, this trip might indeed be unsafe.

“Hmm…”

His sister’s dissatisfied voice came from behind. Zi Teng suddenly realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

With a “thud,” he fell flat on his face on the floor. Yi Rou plopped down on his back, hooked her arm around his neck from behind, and bit his ear hard, threatening him indistinctly, "Will you take me? Will you take me?"

"Alright, alright, I'll take you."

Only when Zi Teng finally surrendered did Yi Rou let him go.

Zi Teng got up, grinned, rubbed his bitten ear, and walked towards the door.

"Little girl, you should probably lose some weight."

He suddenly blurted out before disappearing through the door, then nimbly dodged a chair that flew out of the room.

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It was late at night, and Yi Rou sat on the bed with a sullen look on her face. Her crystal shoes were casually kicked to the corner of the bed. "Brother... smells like Mom..."

The little girl hugged her legs, which were covered by white stockings, and sulked.

"What's wrong? Who made our little princess so angry?"

Yu Yue sat on the edge of the bed, her smile seemingly unchanging. She used a small spoon to scoop a small piece of crushed ice, piled high with fruit juice in a tall glass on the bedside table, and brought it to Yi Rou's lips. "But you should understand, you have no right to be angry about their relationship..."

"Ah..."

Yi Rou opened her mouth and ate the fruit ice, the sweet and sour taste making her squint. "I know Mom met my brother first, and they were... but I just feel something's off."

"It's not strange. People who haven't experienced such magical things firsthand won't find this kind of thing normal."

Yu Yue picked up a towel to wipe her mouth, her smile still gentle.

"Sister Yu Yue... what are my brother and Mom doing now?"

Yi Rou asked. She almost knew the answer, and it made her feel vaguely uneasy, but for some reason, she just wanted to see.

“I don’t think you want to see this.”

Closing her eyes, she began to spy on his actions using the synchronized soul connection she had established with Zifang. After a moment of silence, she rarely showed a troubled expression, and her face flushed red as if burning – because what she had just seen was: in a steamy bathroom, Lux lay on the edge of the pool, while Zifang sat on her chest, placing his penis between her breasts, sliding back and forth in her cleavage, forcefully grasping her breasts, letting the soft flesh rub against his penis, rubbing, until he ejaculated wave after wave of semen onto her face, hair, and chest…

“No! I want to see!”

Yi Rou said stubbornly.

“There’s no way…”

Yu Yue shook her head, placing a magic crystal on the other side of the bed, “Mind Vision.”

Spreading her arms, she silently chanted an ancient elven incantation. As she spoke, the magic crystal gradually lit up, and an image began to appear in the rising beam of light: in the image, Yi Rou saw her mother’s room, her brother in pajamas lying leisurely on the bed, his still slightly damp hair occasionally emitting wisps of steam.

A short while later, a door next to her opened. It was a door slightly narrower than a normal room door, and judging from the steam rising from it, it was clearly the bathroom door.

Her mother emerged, wearing only a bath towel, her long golden hair coiled up in a towel. Perhaps because she had just showered, or perhaps because of her passionate encounter with her brother in the bathroom, her mother's cheeks were flushed, and water droplets slid across her pearly skin. Under the light, she exuded a mature and alluring charm that she herself couldn't find.

"Mom is so beautiful..."

Yi Rou couldn't help but exclaim.

Her mother and brother were talking about something, their faces beaming with happiness, while her brother looked awkward. Although she couldn't hear them, Yi Rou felt for some reason that their conversation was definitely about her.

A moment later, her mother removed the towel from her head, gently shaking it. Strands of her still-damp hair clung loosely to her cheeks and shoulders, making her look alluring and seductive.

Meanwhile, clearly a prank by Yu Yue, the image suddenly zoomed in on a particular area. Yi Rou was startled, her face flushing red as she saw something protruding from under her brother's pajamas.

"It's so big... Brother's..."

she stammered, clutching the hem of her skirt in a flustered manner.

However, she quickly realized the real excitement was just beginning. The next moment, when the image returned to normal, her mother had untied the towel around her body, revealing her ample breasts, proudly erect and showing no signs of sagging. Yi Rou compared her own breasts to her own and shook her head. "No chance..."

she thought to herself.

Next, her mother, now completely naked, climbed onto the bed and sat next to her brother, lifting the hem of his pajamas. His already aroused penis sprang out, the veins bulging clearly visible on its swollen shaft.

This was the thing that went inside a woman during sex. How terrifying! Thinking about her seemingly small vagina, Yi Rou felt a strange sense of fear. Could she really put it in? Would it hurt?

Then, the mother leaned down and brought her lips close to her brother's penis, swallowing it whole and moving her head back and forth. Yi Rou touched her lips in surprise, dumbfounded.

After a while, the brother reached out and lifted her head, pulling his penis out of her mouth. Next, the brother would probably pounce on Mom on the bed, right? Yi Rou thought, her face flushed, feeling both embarrassed and excited about what was to come.

But the reality was quite different. In the scene, the mother turned and lay face down, supporting herself on the bed with her hands, this movement exposing her round, full buttocks to her brother. So, next, it would be her brother's thing going in, right? Yi Rou continued to imagine, her face still red.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated again. First, it was her brother's fingers that entered her mother's body, and the mother began to sway her hips with the movement of her brother's hands, her tender vagina quickly flowing with fluid.

Then, the brother knelt behind his mother and thrust his already pent-up penis deep inside.

Her mother's mouth was wide open. Although no sound could be heard, from her tilted head and the excited and happy expression on her face, Yi Rou was certain that her brother had given her mother immense pleasure and satisfaction.

The scene continued. After fully penetrating her, her brother first moved back and forth slowly, then suddenly increased the force and began a violent piston-like motion.

"..."

Her mother's head shook wildly as if its bones were broken. Her mouth, unable to close, was clearly emitting obscene moans. Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her tightly, her pearly skin began to turn pink, and her waist swayed violently back and forth in response to her brother's thrusts...

Yi Rou's face grew redder and redder, and her increasingly rapid breathing gradually turned into panting. One small hand unconsciously reached under her skirt... Suddenly, a hand on her shoulder startled her. She turned around and saw Yu Yue's face, which also looked like it had a fever. That hand slowly pulled down the shoulder strap of her dress.

"Sister Yuyue..."

Yirou's voice was somewhat confused as she let Yuyue pull down her dress, immediately revealing her breasts, which were as firm and round as her mother's, only slightly smaller in size and weight. Her panties, no longer covered by the dress, were already damp, and the heat made her obediently wriggle her body to help Yuyue remove them.

After disarming Yirou, Yuyue began to undress herself, loosening her belt and the bow at her chest. Her black maid outfit slid onto the bed, also revealing no bra underneath. Her breasts, though not large, were perfectly proportioned, with erect, cherry-red nipples. Between her long legs, encased in black stockings, her white panties were also damp.

She quickly pulled off her panties, grabbed Yirou, and they rolled onto the bed together. The dressing mirror on the wall beside the bed reflected this scene—two beautiful girls were tightly embracing and kissing each other, their beautiful legs, encased in black and white stockings, intertwined and twisting, their panting and moaning filling the room.

Soon, Yu Yue, in control, adjusted their position, making them lie head-to-toe together. Then, she parted Yi Rou's legs beneath her white stockings, inserting her right fingers into her honeypot, gently rubbing back and forth…

“Ah…”

Yi Rou cried out softly, her arms limply outstretched, “How strange…”

“How cunning, Miss, you can't just enjoy it yourself…”

Yu Yue said, lowering her hips so that Yi Rou's entire face was buried between her legs. Yi Rou understood and reached out to part the honeypot before her, gently inserting her tongue into the already wet honeypot, licking and thrusting, making Yu Yue pant and moan like her.

“Sister Yu Yue…”

After licking for a while, Yi Rou withdrew her tongue and whispered, “Can I use that?”

“I understand…”

Yu Yue got up from her, raising her hands flat, “My left hand is light, my right hand is darkness…”

She chanted a spell, and the black aura in her right hand gradually spread throughout her body, then gathered at her crotch, finally forming a black “penis” above her honey hole. She cupped Yi Rou’s blushing face and gently kissed her cute little mouth. After a long while, their lips parted, “Soul connection… complete.”

“With this, sister can also experience the same feeling as me being…”

Yi Rou touched her lips and asked.

“Mmm…”

Yu Yue replied with a smile, then laid Yi Rou’s body flat on the bed and straddled her. She grasped the black penis between her legs and aimed it at the entrance of Yi Rou’s honey hole.

"Mmm!"

"Ah!"

The soul connection allowed both girls to simultaneously experience the wondrous pleasure of penetration, without any pain—the shadow energy-formed penis wouldn't damage any physical body parts, including the hymen, but could directly stimulate the densely packed sensitive nerves on the walls of their vaginas.

Yu Yue's waist continued to push forward, and Yi Rou's tight virgin vagina accepted this non-physical "penis" without resistance; instantly, the black shaft was completely invisible.

"Ugh...ah...Sister Yu Yue...so good..."

"Mmm...me too...Miss's feeling...I can feel it all..."

The two girls moaned, their bodies trembling in waves. Then, Yu Yue, who had adjusted first, grabbed Yi Rou's hands and pulled her off the bed, placing her on her waist. Slowly swaying her hips, she gently kissed the girl's lips.

"Ugh..."

"Mmm..."

Their lips quickly parted due to the unbearable urge to moan, and at the same time, Yu Yue began to push her waist upwards even more forcefully.

"Ah...ah...Sister Yuyue..."

"Ugh...um...ah...Miss..."

The two girls moaned in unison, their firm breasts, one large and one small, pressed together, rubbing and swaying.

Yuyue's body trembled as she hugged Yirou even tighter, and Yirou began to actively twist her waist, seeking more pleasure. The black energy-formed penis was deeply embedded in the depths of their honeyed orifices, writhing and twisting with the movements of the two girls' bodies...

"Ah...ah...ah!"

Yirou's honeyed orifice contracted violently as if in spasm, and she let out a cry of reaching her climax.

"Ah! Miss... I can feel it... Miss's body..."

Yu Yue cried out. The magical effect of their soul connection brought them both to a simultaneous climax. As Yu Yue lost control of her magic during her climax, the black "penis" disappeared, and their tightly pressed honey pots simultaneously gushed out passionate fluids...

Exhausted, the two girls lay limply at opposite ends of the large bed like deflated balloons, their intertwined lower bodies feeling each other's rhythmic tremors.

"Sister Yu Yue, let's go wash up..."

Yi Rou felt uncomfortable with the sweat and the passionate fluids.

"Mm..."

Yu Yue agreed, and the two girls helped each other's limp bodies to the small bathroom next to the room.

This small bathroom was entirely made of marble. A boiler was burning under the floor, which sent steam through several pipes under the floor and into the room through a hole in the middle of the floor. In the center of the room was a small bathtub filled with hot water.

The two girls eagerly jumped into the pool. Sitting on the marble steps, they felt incredibly comfortable—the hot water not only cleansed their bodies but also relieved their fatigue, a fact evident in their blissful expressions. With their

fatigue and grime washed away, the two girls began chatting and laughing happily again. "What kind of person was my brother back then?"

Having confirmed her brother's relationship with her mother, Yi Rou found herself increasingly interested in that incredible story.

"He..."

As if recalling something, Yu Yue looked blissfully happy, "He's a gentleman."

"What?"

As if she had heard the most absurd thing in the world, Yi Rou laughed so hard she could barely breathe, "Impossible, right? He might not be lewd, but he's definitely a womanizer. In any case, he can't be considered a gentleman, can he?"

"That's because you haven't seen that side of him,"

Yu Yue said confidently, "When he rescued me from that demonic plant, he didn't have any impure thoughts about me when I was naked. Later, the village elders, to repay him for eliminating the demonic plant that had been ravaging the village, asked me to serve them in bed. He didn't do anything improper to me either, he just held me while we slept."

As she said this, a blush crept onto her face.

"Eh... that can't be..."

Yi Rou still didn't believe it. Looking at Yu Yue's well-proportioned figure, she suddenly thought of something important, "Sister Yu Yue, were you this well-proportioned back then?"

"How could I? I was just a little girl back then, and because we were on the run, life in the village was very hard. I was malnourished, so I was very thin. Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Yu Yue asked, puzzled.

“That makes sense,”

Yi Rou said with an expression of sudden realization. “So, in other words, his not touching you twice had nothing to do with his so-called gentlemanly virtues, but rather because—you were too thin! My brother likes girls with fuller figures like me,”

she said, standing up proudly and cupping her ample breasts. “At the very least, you have to have a well-proportioned figure.”

“Shameless,”

Yu Yue couldn’t refute, and in a fit of pique, she reached out and pinched Yi Rou’s breast. “Even if you’re fuller, can you compare to your mother? Can you compare to our Queen?”

“That’s true…”

Seemingly deflated, Yi Rou sat back down in the water. “I have no chance against Mom…”

In reality, what worried her most wasn’t the difference in their figures, but her brother’s attitude towards her. Her brother, who used to be very affectionate and handsy with her, was surprisingly restrained this time when she came back, hardly making any overly intimate gestures. She roughly understood the reason for this problem—after her brother established a relationship with her mother, their relationship naturally became a taboo subject…

Thinking about this, the girl's body unconsciously slid down little by little.

If this continued, would there ever be any possibility between her and her brother again? I don't want that! But what should I do… Yi Rou pondered in distress, completely unaware that her lower body was already completely submerged in water. The water suddenly rushing into her nose almost made her faint. "Help!"

she instinctively cried out before losing consciousness, only to be immediately engulfed by the pool water.

The next moment, Yu Yue's panicked voice rang out: "Help! Miss is drowning in the bathroom!"

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At this moment, in Lux's room, she was completely enveloped in Zi Teng's embrace, her beautiful legs wrapped tightly around Zi Teng's waist, entwined with his. Lux had clearly already experienced an orgasm, and a large amount of bodily fluids had formed a damp stain on the sheets beneath them. On the mark, the honeyed orifice that had previously sprayed out these fluids was still swallowing and spitting out Wisteria's phallus.

"Ah..."

Lux threw her head back, and Wisteria took the opportunity to kiss her snow-white neck, while controlling the rhythm of his lower body to continue thrusting alternately , sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Wisteria moved his lips away from Lux's neck, and at this moment, in front of him, her full breasts swayed up and down incessantly. He continued to hold Lux's waist with one hand, while the other hand couldn't help but reach for her breasts, making the soft flesh deform and tremble violently in his hands.

Before long, he felt as if his lower body was about to explode, which was the prelude to ejaculation. "Sister Shera... I'm about to cum..."

he said breathlessly.

"Mmm..."

Lux also breathed heavily, her skin now flushed, her sensitive body after the orgasm was rapidly approaching another orgasm, "I... I'm coming again, I... ah..."

Suddenly she bit Wisteria's shoulder hard, her whole body trembling violently.

"Snow...Sister Snow..."

Lux's honey hole contracted violently again during her orgasm, even more intensely than before. Wisteria felt as if the semen, ready to ejaculate, in her penis was being squeezed out all at once.

"Knock knock knock..."

Just as Wisteria was about to erupt, a knock sounded at the door.

"Madam..."

A maid's anxious voice came from outside.

Lux was startled and pushed Wisteria off the bed on the other side. Her ejaculating penis suddenly slipped out of her honey hole, leaving the last two spurts of semen on Lux's breasts.

Lux quickly pulled the blanket over her semen-covered body and asked, "What is it?"

"Miss just drowned in the bathroom. You should go check on her."

"I know, I'm coming."

The footsteps outside faded away. Wisteria poked her head out from under the bed, rubbing her sore shoulder. "You can drown in the bathroom?"

Lux shrugged, equally puzzled.

The two cleaned themselves up, changed into their pajamas, and headed straight to Yi Rou's room. The little girl seemed to be fast asleep on the bed. Yu Yue, dressed in a red and white-trimmed maid outfit, stood to the side.

"Is she alright?"

Lux breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her daughter seemed unharmed.

"Yes, she just choked on water. The doctor said she's out of danger, just needs rest. So I cast some hypnotic magic on her,"

Yu Yue replied, her eyes fixed on Zi Teng beside her.

"Thank you for your trouble..."

Lux responded to her gaze with a relieved expression. "Let her rest well. I'll go back now."

"Then I'll..."

Zi Teng also intended to go back with her, but Lux said, "You stay. I think the little girl would prefer to see you when she wakes up, right?"

Her last question seemed to be directed at her sleeping daughter, but her eyes were fixed on Yu Yue.

"Yes, I think so too..."

Yu Yue blushed slightly.

Zifang looked at the two women in front of her, who seemed to be telling a joke, somewhat puzzled. She couldn't figure out what they were up to, but since Lux had said so, she seemed to have no choice but to stay.

After Lux left, Zifang moved a chair over and placed it upside down next to her sister's bed. She sat on it, resting her chin on the back of the chair, and quietly watched her sister's cute little face as she slept.

"So from that moment on, Rou'er decided that she would be her brother's bride!"

Her sister's words from that afternoon still seemed to echo in her ears. To be honest, although this little girl was a bit willful, she still liked her very much. But the problem now was that she had already had that kind of relationship with Sister Shera, and if she were to have that kind of relationship with her daughter...

Zi Teng pondered with some distress, completely unaware that Yu Yue was staring at her back with a dazed look. Yes, that's how it was. Yu Yue was lost in memories. Back then, after he rescued her from the tentacles of the demonic plant, he had sat like this while looking after her when she was exhausted. She recalled it and unconsciously leaned forward step by step.

"Sigh... um?"

Zi Teng sighed, looking up, only to find that his head was nestled between a pair of not-so-impressive breasts. Through the red fabric, he could clearly feel the other's rapid heartbeat. Looking up, he saw Yu Yue, who was pressed tightly against him, still smiling.

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

Zi Teng felt a little embarrassed and wanted to lower his head back.

“It’s alright…”

But Yu Yue seemed unwilling to let him do that, reaching out to gently touch his face, pressing his head deeper into her breasts.

“Um… Priestess…”

The other party’s unexpected initiative left Zi Teng a little confused.

“Call me Yu Yue…”

the other party corrected in a soft voice.

“Oh… Miss Yu Yue…”

Zi Teng tried to compromise.

“Yu Yue!”

the other party insisted.

“Okay… Yu Yue… um… this isn’t quite right… we only just met today.”

Zi Teng felt he didn’t know what he was saying anymore.

“You haven’t experienced that time travel journey yet, that’s why you say that. Actually, not just here, my entire body should have belonged to you eighteen years ago.” As

Yu Yue spoke, she had already grabbed his hand and led it under her skirt.

Zi Teng stroked her slender legs through the smooth stockings. Eighteen years ago again? Regardless of whether the person they were talking about was him or not, Zi Teng felt he was becoming more and more interested in “him” and “his” story.

“No matter why you didn’t want me back then, everything I have has always been reserved for you…”

Yu Yue continued, seemingly talking to herself, as she leaned down and stroked Zi Teng’s gradually swelling penis through his nightgown with her other hand.

This teasing quickly caused Zi Teng’s efforts to suppress his primal biological reaction to fail, and his hot penis even broke through the hem of his nightgown and emerged. Yu Yue’s small, trembling hand barely managed to grasp the violently swollen penis, gently stroking it.

“Mmm…”

Zi Teng groaned in enjoyment, but looking at his sleeping sister, he felt something was wrong. “Wait… this won’t do… what if Yi Rou suddenly wakes up?”

“No problem,”

Yu Yue continued her actions, “Miss needs to sleep for at least eight hours, and even if she sees, she won’t mind, and neither will Madam…”

“Sister Shera too…”

Zi Teng finally understood the somewhat strange conversation he had with Shera before she left. It seemed that only he was completely clueless. He smiled awkwardly. However, since that's the case, even though he didn't fully understand the situation, it seemed unreasonable to turn down such a delicious treat.

Turning around and sitting properly, Zifang pulled Yuyue onto his lap, kissing her delicate lips. During this time, Yuyue's hands never left his penis, and the soft movements and friction of her small hands made Zifang let out low moans.

Releasing Yuyue's mouth, Zifang reached down and pulled open the ties at the chest of her red maid outfit. The clothes were spread apart, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and firm, bamboo shoot-shaped breasts. Although they weren't particularly large, their shape, skin color, and elasticity were impeccable. He couldn't resist bending down and taking one breast into his mouth, sucking and kneading it, while his other hand moved up her long, slender thighs, finally parting Yuyue's slightly closed legs and slowly peeling off her panties, eventually pulling them down to near one ankle.

Yu Yue groaned as she continued to stroke the penis in her hand, feeling it gradually swell to its maximum size. She couldn't help but exclaim, "My God...it's so big!"

"Want to try it?"

Zi Teng asked with a wicked smile, lowering his head to nibble on her pointed ear.

"Bad..."

Yu Yue responded softly, but didn't object. She knelt down between Zi Teng's legs, watching the thick penis dangle near her mouth. After a moment's hesitation, she finally leaned in and took the first half of the penis into her mouth...

Yu Yue's eyes were slightly closed, a hint of discomfort on her face, but she still moved her neck back and forth, swallowing and releasing the penis, clearly trying her best to please him.

Zi Teng gently stroked her golden hair, feeling a little sorry for her. To be honest, Yu Yue's oral sex skills were really not good. Although her mouth was equally warm and moist, the owner of the mouth was completely clueless, merely mechanically repeating piston-like movements, let alone using the "advanced skills" of the tongue. But regardless, her clumsy efforts were already very touching to him.

Zifang's fingers threaded through Yuyue's smooth, golden hair, stopping her head movement. He then slowly withdrew his penis. "Why did you do that?"

He patted her blushing face tenderly, then stood up. "You don't need to continue doing things you don't like... Go, lie down on the chair, stick your little butt up high."

He pointed to the chair he had just been sitting on.

"Mmm..."

Yuyue obediently complied, walking to the chair, lifting her skirt, and then supporting herself on the armrests, raising her buttocks, exposing her pink vulva to Zifang's view like a female dog waiting to mate.

"So beautiful..."

Red stockings tightly hugged her slender legs, and paired with transparent high heels, they made her figure appear even taller. Between the red straps, beneath the golden pubic hair, her cherry-red vulva seemed to be slightly opening and closing, anticipating his entry.

He couldn't resist stepping forward and patting her snow-white, alluring buttocks. He pressed his penis against her tightly closed vulva, reached forward with both hands to grasp her slender waist, and thrust his lower body forward, penetrating most of his penis into her body. A warm and tight sensation kept coming, but... something seemed to be missing...

"Yu Yue? Are you a virgin?"

He remembered something.

"Yes..."

Yu Yue, enduring the pain of her vulva being suddenly breached by something excessively large, nodded with difficulty and answered softly, "It's just that we elven women don't have the kind of virginity marks that you humans have, so it's easier for us to move around in the forest."

"Oh?"

Zi Teng felt much relieved now. Seeing Yu Yue's furrowed brows, he quickly stopped. "Does it hurt a lot?"

he asked with concern.

"It's alright..."

Yu Yue returned him with a seemingly relaxed smile. "We are a race that has lived in the forest for generations, and our bodies are much more flexible than humans. Even if it's the first time, theoretically there shouldn't be any serious pain, but..."

Yu Yue said, her face turning even redder, "Yours is too big, it's really hard to get used to all at once."

"Is that so?"

Zifang nodded, temporarily pausing his movements. He gently stroked Yuyue's pert buttocks to soothe her overly tense body, while slowly beginning small, gentle rubbing motions.

"Mmm...move a little more...a little more..."

His patience and gentleness quickly paid off. Yuyue gradually adapted to his excessive size, the tender flesh of her vagina tightly enveloping the invading penis, the lubricating fluid becoming increasingly effective. Zifang felt his thrusting becoming smoother, and Yuyue began to emit hazy moans, actively twisting her hips, demanding more penetration.

Seeing that Yuyue had adapted to his movements, Zifang held Yuyue's thighs around his waist with both hands, suddenly increasing the frequency of his thrusts. Yuyue responded intensely, the hot walls of her vagina contracting and squeezing the invading penis, her deepest core gripping the tip tightly. Accompanied by Yuyue's waves of moans, Zifang continued to increase the speed and intensity of his movements.

"Mmm...so good...more..."

Yu Yue, her reason gradually overwhelmed by pleasure, squeezed her legs tightly around Zi Teng's waist to pursue even more ecstasy. The stockings rubbed against Zi Teng's waist, a novel and stimulating sensation for him.

While feeling the elasticity and softness of Yu Yue's buttocks with both hands, he continued to thrust forcefully. Zi Teng looked up at his sister on the bed; she was still fast asleep, her soft breathing occasionally audible. Gradually, Zi Teng seemed to be experiencing a beautiful illusion, as if the one moaning and yielding before him wasn't Yu Yue, but his sister's youthful, voluptuous body.

"..."

Shaking his head forcefully, Zi Teng banished this fantasy—one that felt guilty towards both his sister and Yu Yue—from his mind. He leaned down and reached out to caress Yu Yue's breasts, thrusting with all his might as a form of compensation, quickly sending Yu Yue to the peak of pleasure.

The elven body possessed astonishing resilience, especially the walls of the vagina during orgasm. They contracted violently, rubbing against Zifeng's penis, sending waves of pleasure through him until he was on the verge of climax.

Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, Zifeng let out a low, pleasurable roar, pulling his penis out and spraying waves of hot semen onto Yuyue's tender buttocks…

On the morning of July 12th, the 26th year of the Divine Dragon Era, the sweltering capital of the Yanhuang Empire experienced a rare touch of coolness—a few rumbles of thunder had sounded late the previous night, followed by a torrential downpour, instantly transforming the scorching weather. Around noon, the rain stopped, and the previously desolate and quiet capital suddenly erupted in clamor—a cacophony of shouts, the sound of carriages being pulled aside, the clatter of horses' hooves, and the chanting of greetings.

On a street leading to the imperial post station, several official sedan chairs hurriedly passed by, followed by a group of servants carrying what appeared to be heavy boxes. The politically astute old-timers of the capital knew that some important figure must have arrived and checked into the post station—otherwise, these usually "busy with official duties" officials would have no reason to visit such a place.

Zifang sat up, rubbing her eyes; the hangover headache hadn't completely subsided. She had been in the capital for two days. Although the emperor was busy with the outward reception of the empress, representing the Yaruji imperial family, and the chief priestess of the Rizhao Shrine, and secretly preparing for the two-faced plot to seize Kyuuri Island, he had temporarily set aside the matter of receiving her. Overall, however, the past two days had been quite lively.

On his very first day in the capital, he received an invitation from the Crown Prince's residence. The recipient was the future heir apparent, so naturally he couldn't refuse. That night, he drank himself into a stupor. The next day, just as he sobered up, Cao Chun, who concurrently served as Minister of War, sent someone to invite him again. As he currently held the title of Vice Minister of War, he couldn't refuse his direct superior's invitation, so he spent another night drunk.

Actually, not many people at the banquet last night urged him to drink; presumably, everyone knew he had just been drunk and was too embarrassed to push him further. Perhaps absurdly, the reason he was so drunk yesterday was simply because he was drinking alone in silence, and the reason…

Zi Teng unconsciously looked towards the window on one side of the room. Through the half-open curtains, he saw the tightly closed window opposite, draped with pink curtains. The Princess of Lingnan, who arrived a day later than him, lived there. His vexation and hangover stemmed from…

Sima Fuyun. Strictly speaking, this girl was his cousin, though she was only less than a month older than him, and his birthday was merely the day Lux found him. He remembered his aunt, who had married into Lingnan, unable to bear the unfamiliar climate, returning with her daughter to live there for many years before finally being buried in the southwest.

Back then, his room's window faced hers, just like it does now. Neither window nor his had curtains, and every morning a young girl would stand at that window, smiling at him.

But now, a pink curtain hung quietly between those two windows, seemingly hanging in both their hearts—the previous night, she had barely noticed his presence, even seeming to intentionally avoid his deliberate approach…

“Sigh…”

He sighed deeply, suddenly noticing something unusual beside him. Reaching out, he felt the smooth, soft skin of a young girl. Turning his head, he saw Yi Rou, completely naked, winking playfully at him. Her curled-up, half-covered body looked so alluring.

"Ah!"

Zi Teng was stunned for over a minute before he reacted. He almost jumped out of bed. "You brat! What are you doing here?"

"What... Brother doesn't even remember? You were so upset yesterday because of your breakup, so your cute little sister comforted you in a way that only women do." As

Yi Rou spoke, a blush crept onto her face, sending a chill down Zi Teng's spine. Her next words made him break out in a cold sweat. "Brother, you were so naughty last night..."

"Ah..."

The implication was obvious. Zi Teng felt cold sweat pouring down his back. He continued to force himself to stay calm. "What do you mean, naughty... What did I do?"

"How could I possibly say something like that..."

Yi Rou said, getting up.

Watching his sister's youthful and beautiful body being exposed little by little, Zi Teng felt a warm current rush to his nose, and a certain part of his lower body became aroused. He quickly turned away.

"Brother is such a hypocrite, it's not like I haven't seen it before." The slightly sarcastic voice of his younger sister came as

Zi Teng got up

. He wanted to say something, but found himself completely powerless to refute. Indeed, even excluding last night, which he had no recollection of, he often used various opportunities to "check on his sister's physical development. " "Never mind that, hurry up and put your clothes on!" Zi Teng tried to suppress his body's normal reaction. "Really..." Yi Rou muttered, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being put on. "Okay, I'm dressed, brother can turn around now." Zi Teng turned around, and there sat Yi Rou on his bed in a very unseemly manner. Because of the heat, she wore only a corset on her upper body, the tight fabric highlighting her breasts—a racial advantage typical of Westerners; meanwhile, due to the limited fabric, her delicate shoulders, jade-like abdomen, and slender waist were all exposed; her short skirt barely reached halfway up her shapely thighs, contrasting sharply with the knee-high boots on her calves, her legs spread wide apart, the short skirt occasionally revealing glimpses of the beautiful scenery between her legs… “Get up, what are you doing?” Wisteria shook her head, saying with obvious dissatisfaction. “What’s wrong with that? There’s no one else around.”

Yi Rou didn't seem to care, but still obediently got out of bed and stood up. Her hair, usually tied in two long ponytails, was naturally loose, making her look very pleasant. Her face, without any makeup, was exceptionally pure, with sparse bangs framing her forehead. Her oval face had large, bright eyes, and her skin radiated a healthy glow.

Zi Teng had to admit that, in terms of appearance alone, his sister was indeed the kind of woman most men would dream of. "Rou'er is hungry, let's go eat together, brother,"

Yi Rou said, walking towards the door.

"..."

Zi Teng changed his clothes, watching his sister's light steps with some confusion—this didn't seem like a girl who had just experienced her first night.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell brother."

After her figure disappeared outside the door, Yi Rou poked her head back in, making a mischievous face, "Yesterday, you slept too soundly and didn't do anything naughty. How about we make up for it now?"

"You..."

Having been tricked again, Zi Teng was speechless with anger, looking both amused and exasperated.

Yi Rou happily stuck out her tongue and ran off triumphantly.

After getting dressed, Zi Teng went outside, searching for his sister while trying to sort out his still somewhat chaotic thoughts. If only… she wasn't Sister Shera's daughter…

“Ah, Sister Shiori!”

Yi Rou's voice pulled Zi Teng back from his reverie. That name made his heart skip a beat. Looking up, he saw the person who gave the name. She was as always, with a gentle smile on her face, a white hairband neatly binding her flowing red hair; she wore a white silk dress, a matching long skirt that reached her calves, revealing only a pair of deerskin boots… At that moment, she was speaking softly to Yi Rou.

Sima Fuyun, the princess of the Lingnan Prince's Mansion, his nominal cousin, and also his and his sister's childhood sweetheart. Shiori was the nickname given to her by her deceased mother. Besides her father, only her two childhood friends were allowed to call her that.

Zifang felt his heart pounding wildly. He tried to speak calmly, saying, "Ah, Shiori, hello! Long time no see!"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he cursed himself inwardly. What did he mean by "long time no see"? They had met just last night! Wasn't he drunk like that because of her?

Shiori looked up at him, smiling, and said, "Good morning, Zifang!"

Her tone was still gentle, but it caused Zifang a pang of pain. He didn't know when it had started, but Shiori's way of addressing him had changed from "Zi" to "Zifang, Young Master Zi." Although he had grown accustomed to hearing strangers address him that way over the years, hearing Shiori address him this way for the first time always filled Zifang with a sense of sadness. Why did the once familiar girl before him seem like a stranger?

Unaware of the subtle change in Zifang's expression, Shiori continued, "Looking for Yirou? The bond between you siblings is still so strong."

Her tone remained gentle, but Zifang clearly sensed a strangeness within it.

He replied casually, "Yes, we've finally found this little troublemaker. Well then, we won't bother you any longer, Rou'er, let's go..."

He then ignored Shiori's astonished expression and strode forward.

"Brother! You..."

A short while later, his sister's shout came from behind, followed by a low murmur and the sound of running footsteps. Zifeng knew his sister had caught up, but he didn't stop, continuing to walk briskly. Soon, his arm was twisted hard, and a sharp pain shot through his brain.

He stopped, forcefully swatting his sister's hand away, and said irritably, "What are you doing? How many times have I told you, I really dislike your habit of pinching people at the drop of a hat!"

Yi Rou stomped her feet and yelled, "Brother, are you out of your mind? Do you know how embarrassed Shiori was just now! How can you talk like that? What do you mean 'we won't bother you any longer'? Do you think you're so powerful?"

Faced with his sister's questioning, Zifeng remained silent, choosing to respond with silence.

Seemingly oblivious to her brother's inner turmoil, Yi Rou continued her rant, "Only Shiori-nee can tolerate your attitude. If it were me, hmph!"

Then, as if in a huff, she strode forward and disappeared again. "Brother! You're such a hopeless idiot!"

Hearing his sister's final scolding, Zi Teng paused. Yes, he really was an idiot! What was the point of his childish behavior just now? His relationship with Shiori had already drifted quite far; if he continued like this, things might just... Shaking his head helplessly, he continued walking, his mood low... Unconsciously, he

reached a wall. The sound of a sword cutting through the air, mixed with the shouts of a young woman, came from the other side of the wall, attracting his attention. Looking left and right but unable to find the way forward, he simply used his inner strength to leap onto the wall.

Looking down, in the courtyard beyond the wall, a woman was practicing swordsmanship. The woman's skin was as white and flawless as snow, her slightly curly blue hair cascading naturally over her shoulders, and her beautiful face exuded a cold and aloof beauty.

The niece of the King of the Northern Frontier, the newly appointed General of the Cavalry, Li Xingyu—he couldn't say he knew this woman personally, only having glimpsed her a few times at the Ministry of War's banquet the previous night. His vague impression of her was that she was tall; she was almost as tall as him, though perhaps the heels she wore contributed to this.

She wore minimal clothing; a tight, dark blue bra barely concealed the lower half of her breasts, her perfectly proportioned breasts forming an alluring cleavage under the restraint. Her breasts were undeniably large, but combined with her tall, voluptuous figure, they appeared so natural. The bra was secured by two straps that wrapped around her body and neck.

Below her waist was a matching mink fur skirt; its already limited length, coupled with a slit for ease of movement, exposed most of her long legs, with only the lower legs covered by tall leather boots. Her legs were long yet full, but as a martial artist, Zi Teng could still sense the astonishing explosive power of the muscles beneath her fair skin.

This woman… she does seem to have a bit of a master's air about her, Zi Teng thought to himself. But what truly attracted him was the woman's sword; every time she wielded it, a golden sword light could be faintly seen on the blade as it slashed through the air.

The Xuanmen Five Elements Sword? No, he couldn't sense any transformation of her inner energy at all. Could it be… that's when he noticed the Xuanmen insignia on the woman's wrist.

"All who come are guests, why must we be thieves?"

Li Xingyu had clearly noticed him, stopped what she was doing, slung her sword over her shoulder, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey you on the wall, please come down."

Zi Teng leaped down, bowing apologetically. "General of the Cavalry, your swordsmanship is excellent."

"So you're the General of the Chariots and Cavalry."

Li Xingyu recognized him too, returning the bow. "I've long admired your name."

"Not at all."...

Although it wasn't their first meeting, they unconsciously used the standard polite phrases they had exchanged upon first meeting, leaving everyone speechless and quite awkward. Finally, Li Xingyu couldn't take it anymore. "We're all soldiers, let's skip these pedantic official pleasantries."

She smiled.

"Alright."

Zi Teng smiled in response. "So that everyone doesn't feel uncomfortable."

"Please."

Li Xingyu sheathed her sword, led Zi Teng to sit at a stone table, and sat down opposite her, placing her sword on the edge of the table. "Serve tea."

She commanded. Xue Lian, who had been standing to the side, responded and turned to leave.

Zi Teng, whose attention had been completely focused on Li Xingyu, only then realized the presence of another person. He glanced sideways, but could only see her back. It was a voluptuous woman; her high, rounded buttocks were clearly defined beneath her tight-fitting Hu-style cheongsam, and her long, high-slit skirt revealed glimpses of her white, fleshy legs with each step, catching his eye.

“If Brother Zi likes, this lowly servant can be borrowed by you for a few days.”

That fleeting glance did not escape Li Xingyu’s sharp eyes, and a strange smile appeared on her lips. “I just didn’t expect that someone as valiant and wise as Brother Zi would have such an unsavory hobby?”

“Hehe.”

Zi Teng laughed awkwardly. “Even sages say: ‘Food and sex are human nature.’ I am but a mortal, and it is difficult to escape the common desires. The praise of being valiant and wise is too much. How can I compare to Miss Li’s courage in holding off two hundred thousand Hu cavalry with a thousand men and a thousand horses?”

“Brother Zi flatters me. I only gained fame by relying on the soldiers’ desperate fighting. Compared to Brother Zi’s reputation in the western frontier where he makes the beastmen tremble with fear, it is really nothing.”

“Miss Li, why be so modest? Your entry into officialdom immediately reversed the decline of the Northern Army. Look at your uncle,”

Zi Teng shook his head, “His defensive line was indeed flawless, but his fighting was truly poor. He commanded 100,000 cavalry but was on the defensive across the board. If this were written into a military manual, it would be a huge joke.”

“Brother Zi, please be kind,”

Li Xingyu frowned, “I also dislike his cowardly defensive style, but he is, after all, my uncle. Besides, he at least ensured the safety of the Northern Army. In comparison, what about the Southeast Army? Not only are they trapped, but they've also dragged their navy into it. Do they want to attack Iwo Jima? I think…”

Li Xingyu stopped there, not continuing.

“…”

Zi Teng smiled, clearly understanding.

“Brother Zi, do you think so too?”

“Actually, I think many people think so, but they are afraid to speak out because of the power of a certain person.”

Zi Teng also stopped there, and as for who “that person” was, the other party naturally knew perfectly well.

“Someone…hehe, Brother Zi, you really dare to say that.”

“Hehe…did I just say anything?”

“Hehe…I don’t seem to remember.”

The two looked at each other and laughed, appearing unusually in sync.

“Brother! Someone’s here to deliver something! Where have you been again?”

Yi Rou’s high-decibel shout from next door interrupted their somewhat strange conversation.

“Looking for you?”

Li Xingyu asked with a smile.

“Probably.”

Zi Teng said somewhat helplessly, “Well then, I’ll take my leave.”

After saying that, he got up and went to the wall.

“Brother Zi is always welcome to visit my humble abode, but…”

Li Xingyu pointed to the other side of the courtyard gate, “next time please use the main gate.”

“Hehe…”

Zi Teng scratched his head and laughed, looking extremely embarrassed, and slunk out the door.

“This person…”

Li Xingyu shook her head, “ambitious and capable, yet why does he seem so sleazy?”

Suddenly realizing something, she turned around and asked, “You heard everything?”

“Mmm…”

Li Xingmeng’s petite figure peeked out from the doorway, “Sister seems to have a good impression of him?”

“Hmph…”

Li Xingyu smiled mysteriously, “He’s quite an interesting person.”

“Eh…”

Li Xingmeng deliberately made an exaggerated expression, “Could it be that my future sister-in-law has been chosen so quickly?”

There was a slight hint of sourness in her tone.

“You brat! What nonsense are you talking about?”

Li Xingyu pretended to be angry, grabbed her sister and walked towards the room, “See how I deal with you, you jealous little thing.” Li Xingmeng

playfully buried her face in her sister’s chest, breathing warm air, the gentle breath stimulating the sensitive skin of her sister’s chest. Already aroused by her younger sister's faint fragrance and the soft touch of her hair, Li Xingyu felt increasingly unable to control herself. She reached out and lifted her sister's cheek, slowly giving her a deep kiss. "You little slut, so proactive, do you want me to do you right here in the sun?"

After leaving her sister's lips, Li Xingyu whispered in her ear.

"No... let's go to the room first..."

Li Xingmeng blushed instantly and said shyly.

She quickly went into the room, kicked the door shut, and threw her sister onto the bed. Li Xingmeng lay there, her face red, her body trembling slightly...

"Hehe... it's too late to be scared now."

Li Xingyu laughed, her devilish hands already beginning to strip her sister's clothes off.

"Waaah... no, sister... I'm so scared..."

Li Xingmeng twisted her body to cooperate with her sister's hands, deliberately moaning like this, of course, it sounded obviously fake.

Soon, her coat, trousers, and shoes were nowhere to be seen, and her bodice was untied and pulled up to her neck. Feigning shyness and laughing, Li Xingmeng's body was mostly exposed to her sister, with only a small pair of panties holding up the last line of defense.

Li Xingyu leaned forward and kissed her, sucking on her lips and capturing her tongue, while her hands moved towards her breasts, fully grasping her small breasts and gently kneading them.

"Mmm... ahh!"

Li Xingmeng let out a soft moan. Beneath this heavenly sound, the inappropriately feminine mark of desire between Li Xingyu's legs reappeared and rapidly swelled.

She lowered her head and sucked hard on her sister's nipples, occasionally licking and nibbling gently, skillfully teasing them with her tongue, causing her sister's body to tremble. A damp patch gradually appeared on her white panties between her legs.

She continued exploring her sister's slender waist, her hands tracing the smooth skin towards the final line of defense. Her palms, through the fabric of her panties, completely enveloped her sensitive vulva, rubbing it gently. She felt that wonderful area slowly heat up, gradually emanating a warm, moist aura.

"Ah... Sister..."

Li Xingmeng's face showed an expression of ecstasy, writhing and moaning.

"So cute..."

She gently kissed her sister again, then slowly pulled down her panties.

"So beautiful..."

She praised her sister's naked body; her well-proportioned breasts, full of elasticity from martial arts training, paired with her slender waist, were a perfect combination.

She then reached between her sister's legs, lightly teasing her vulva with her fingertips.

"Mmm... Ah... Mmm..."

Li Xingmeng's waist arched upwards repeatedly. Seeing her intense reaction, Li Xingyu continued to caress her sensitive vulva with her hands.

"Mmm... Sister... It feels so strange..."

Feeling her sister's hand gradually increasing the intensity of the stimulation to her lower body, her fingers slowly sinking into her honeypot, the strange sensation, like countless ants crawling around, made her shake her head frantically. Love fluid began to flow from the depths of her honeypot.

"Then... sister's going to put it in!"

Li Xingyu quickly pulled off her panties, then lifted her skirt, sliding her lower body towards her sister's spread thighs. After the sisters' bodies overlapped, the tip of her erect penis, which had transformed from her own honeypot, pressed against her sister's entrance.

"Ah..."

Suddenly having something hot pressed against her honeypot, Li Xingmeng seemed startled, her body trembling violently. "Sister's... it's gotten so big!"

"That's how I can satisfy you, you little slut,"

Li Xingyu laughed. From the moment it touched her sister's honeypot, her penis had been constantly feeling the burning heat emanating from it, the signal that it craved her entry.

"I'm coming..."

she said, kissing her sister's forehead.

“Hmm… Sister, give it to me…”

Li Xingmeng nodded, her eyes still somewhat dazed.

The tip of the penis pressed against her sister's opening, and Li Xingyu slowly inserted it, thrusting her hips.

“Ugh… Hmm… Ah!”

Li Xingmeng's eyes widened suddenly, her mouth opening to let out a muffled moan. She tried to relax her body as much as possible, cooperating with her sister's movements. Soon, the penis was fully inserted into her body. After complete insertion, Li Xingyu began to slowly twist her hips, gradually increasing the force of her thrusts.

“Ah… Sister…”

Her sensitive body trembled, and Li Xingmeng unconsciously tightened her grip on her sister's body, her legs wrapped tightly around her sister's waist.

“Little girl, if you keep going like this, I won't be able to move.”

Realizing she could barely move her waist, Li Xingyu whispered in her sister's ear.

“But… but I… umm… it really feels so good!”

Li Xingmeng said, releasing her legs.

“Then I'll make you feel even better!”

Feeling her waist regain its freedom, Li Xingyu immediately began to thrust intensely.

"Ah...ah...um..."

The older sister's intense movements quickly elicited sweet gasps from Li Xingmeng. Simultaneously, the vaginal walls, stimulated by the hot penis, seemed to respond by sucking on her sister's shaft and undulating incessantly. Under this counter-stimulation, Li Xingyu excitedly sat up, placing her hands on her younger sister's waist, and began the most vigorous piston-like movements.

"Little girl...watch how powerful I am..."

The younger sister's breasts swayed like waves beneath her, a sight that truly excited Li Xingyu. She reached out and grasped her sister's breasts, kneading them, while continuing to thrust with maximum force and speed into her sister's tightly contracting honey pot.

"Mmm...sister...I want more..."

She actively swayed her hips to match the thrusting of the penis.

Each back-and-forth movement of the two sisters' joined bodies caused the wooden bed beneath them to creak, the unusual sound further arousing them.

"Ah...my lower body...ah...it'll...it'll break!"

"It's okay...sister...I'll fix it with my semen..."

With each thrust of the penis, the love juice flowing from between her thighs soaked the sheets. The active walls of Li Xingmeng's vagina writhed from side to side and up and down, stimulating her sister's penis. The clitoris at the end of her vagina tightly gripped the tip of the penis, making Li Xingyu feel incredibly comfortable.

"Mmm...sister...I'm almost there..."

Li Xingmeng suddenly grabbed her hair and screamed. The walls of her vagina seemed to suddenly use all their strength to desperately suck on the invading penis, and a large amount of lewd fluid gushed out.

"Hold on a little longer...sister is almost there too..."

Feeling her sister's body reacting during her orgasm, Li Xingyu thrust the penis into her sister's body even more violently. With each powerful thrust of her lower body, she made her final sprint towards her own orgasm. Before long, she felt a powerful pleasure mixed with numbness rapidly coursing through every part of her body—she had reached the edge of ejaculation.

“Little girl… I’m going to cum…”

Grabbing her younger sister’s waist, Li Xingyu forcefully pulled her penis out to the entrance of her vagina, and then thrust in with all her might, releasing the fluid containing all her desire into her sister’s vagina, which was contracting violently in the throes of orgasm.

After the passion subsided, the two sisters lay panting side by side on the bed.

“Actually, if you find a brother-in-law, I really won’t be jealous.”

Resting her head on her sister’s shoulder, Li Xingmeng said softly, “You should also live the life of a normal woman, find a man, and cure that strange disease…”

“It’s not that simple…”

Li Xingyu’s face turned red for the first time, “The treatment method isn’t something you can just find any man for, it has to be someone who is truly worthy of me.” …

**********

It was night, in the Imperial Study of the Palace, Long Zhengtian was sitting upright in a grand chair, with a memorial presented by Deng Shizhong, the commander of the Nanyang Navy, on the table beside him. The memorial stated that the navy was ready for battle and could set sail at any time, requesting the emperor’s permission on when to go into battle.

Long Zhengtian rubbed his forehead, a barely perceptible look of worry flashing across his face. The navy was ready, but the war itself was not. His Majesty the Emperor was currently agonizing over how to end the sham negotiations on the surface without losing face as a great power.

"Father,"

Long Qianyu entered the room before Long Zhengtian could even notice.

"Qianyu...is something the matter?"

"Ziteng has handed over the 500,000 taels of betrothal money sent by the Xiang family this afternoon to the Ministry of Revenue."

"Oh?"

Long Zhengtian slightly opened his eyes. "It seems he's quite a clever man." "

But as far as I know, what was sent this afternoon was a million taels."

"Oh?"

Long Zhengtian replied, his tone and expression revealing no emotion. "Hmph, not very old, but quite cunning."

"Father is absolutely right."

Long Qianyu nodded. "500,000 taels of betrothal money is the standard greeting gift under the unspoken rules of the court. By neither rejecting nor actively expressing his stance to the Xiang family, he keeps himself in a neutral position in the struggle between the two sides, preventing him from losing his chance for advancement too early. Such cunning is truly sophisticated. It seems that Grand Secretary Xiang was right about him. Perhaps we should reassess his potential value and loyalty."

"Hmm..."

Long Zhengtian responded, but seemed absent-minded.

"Father, is something on your mind?"

Long Qianyu quickly noticed.

"I'm struggling with how to get the Xieluzhi people to withdraw from the negotiations on their own,"

Long Zhengtian said, looking up. "We need to get them to willingly resume the war, but without making it seem like we're doing it intentionally. It's difficult..."

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

A eunuch, breathless, knelt and reported, "The Xieluzhi delegation was assassinated last night. The Xieluzhi Empress was injured. They are furious and have formally requested to terminate the negotiations. They are already preparing to return home tonight!"

"What?"

Long Zhengtian exclaimed in shock, rising to ask, "Where is the assassin?"

"Escaped wounded, a city-wide manhunt is underway!"

It was already past midnight, and Zifeng lay awake in bed, the surroundings eerily quiet.

According to official regulations, officials stationed near the capital were only allowed two attendants. One of his slots had been taken by his younger sister, and the other should rightfully belong to Lanhua, his personal bodyguard. But tonight, neither of them was present.

His sister had been angry with him all day and ignored him, going to sleep early with her "Shiori-neechan" (older sister Shiori). As for Lanhua, she had disappeared after dark, which was the reason for his insomnia. Although he didn't know why, he seemed unable to let go of this woman who gave him the feeling of an older sister. A soft creak on the roof alerted him; it was the sound of a master of light-footed martial arts moving about. He quietly got out of bed and followed the figure's footsteps to the window. Judging that the figure was about to descend, he abruptly flung open the window. A slender, tall figure dressed in black night clothes landed before him. Although her face was covered by a veil, he could still sense the panic hidden beneath.

Taking advantage of the figure's surprise, Zi Teng's hand shot out with lightning speed, and when he withdrew, the veil was gone. The exposed face surprised him, yet seemed to have been expected. "Sister Lan Hua..." "I..." Lan Hua's face was deathly pale, and she was breathing heavily. Bloodstains were faintly visible on her black clothes, suggesting she had just survived a fierce battle. Just as she was about to speak, the sound of hurried footsteps and horses' hooves echoed from the street outside, and countless torches illuminated the night like dusk. "Block the roads! Search every house!" Zi Teng pulled her into the house and slammed the doors and windows shut. "Looking for you?" he asked. Lan Hua nodded in response, "I can't stay here, it'll implicate you. Let me go." "Don't joke around, going out like this is suicide." " You're the one joking. If you're caught, you'll be harboring a wanted criminal, that's a capital offense." "Don't talk nonsense." Zi Teng pressed down hard on her shoulders, their eyes meeting. "There's no wanted criminal here, only a woman I consider an older sister. Would I let my sister go to her death?" "You..." Looking at his serious eyes, Lan Hua felt as if she had choked, unable to utter a word. But Zi Teng's next action washed away most of her sudden surge of emotion. He actually started taking off his clothes. "What are you doing?" "Saving you!" Time was of the essence; Zi Teng didn't bother explaining, forcibly removing her clothes. Hearing the approaching footsteps outside, Lan Hua dared not resist too much or make a sound. Soon she was stripped naked, a shocking wound on her lower abdomen. "Quick, get to bed and under the covers!" Zi Teng commanded, stuffing his black night clothes into his wardrobe, tucking them among a pile of clothes. Lan Hua didn't quite understand what he was going to do, but he did as he was told. "What's all the noise outside?" Zi Teng asked loudly, feigning impatience. "This humble official is ordered to search for assassins from the assassination mission," came an officer's voice from outside the door. "Please grant us this favor, General, so my brothers can report back." "Assassination mission?" Zi Teng was also startled, turning to look at Lan Hua on the bed. Lan Hua's face was pale, and he lowered his head, tacitly admitting it. Zi Teng calmed himself down, deliberately leaving his nightgown half-open, feigning annoyance at having his plans ruined, and went to open the door. Seeing Zi Teng's appearance and expression, the officer had already imagined what was going on. When he peeked out and saw Lan Hua frantically covering himself with the covers on the bed, he was even more embarrassed. Although the rooms in the royal inn were luxurious, they weren't large, and there were no hidden mechanisms or secret doors—clearly places where one couldn't hide. Coupled with the awkward situation, the officer asked a few perfunctory questions and then slunk away with his men. "Is everything alright?" As the footsteps faded, Lan Hua peeked out and asked. "Yes! And it's serious!" "I..." Zi Teng's answer made Lan Hua mistakenly think he wanted an explanation, leaving her unsure how to begin. But Zi Teng continued, "If you don't treat that wound on your stomach quickly, it'll leave a very unsightly scar." He then directly pulled back the covers, revealing traces of blood on the sheets and blankets. "This..." There were still suspicious traces, and Lan Hua was worried. "What are you afraid of? If asked, just say it's your virgin blood, Lan Hua." Zi Teng rummaged through his luggage, his words causing Lan Hua's previously pale face to flush red. A moment later, he found a scroll-like object—a sacred magic scroll that Yu Yue had made for him before his departure, for emergency use. Unfurling the scroll before Lan Hua, a soft light flashed and disappeared. In an instant, not only did the wound miraculously vanish, but the dirt and bloodstains on her body also disappeared, replaced by a faint fragrance that had been suppressed by the stench of blood and sweat. "Alright, but to keep the lie, you have to sleep here tonight," Zi Teng said matter-of-factly, then, without waiting for a reaction, she climbed onto the bed and occupied the other half. "Mmm..." Lan Hua responded softly, her head lowered. Although somewhat hesitant, she finally lay down, carefully turning her back to Zi Teng. "Aren't you going to ask me why?" she suddenly asked. "If you want to tell me, you will," Zi Teng replied, inhaling the fragrance of her hair. The bed wasn't large, so their bodies inevitably touched somewhat, even if only from behind. But her smooth, snow-white skin and faint fragrance still aroused his body. "Thank you..." Lan Hua said, relieved. Suddenly, she felt something hot and throbbing, occasionally touching her buttocks. Her body trembled violently, her breathing becoming slightly rapid. Zi Teng could even feel her quickened heartbeat. Suddenly, she turned to face Zi Teng, a hint of shyness flushing her flushed face. "I...I'm not a virgin..." she said in a barely audible voice. "I know." Zi Teng had inadvertently let slip the secret, momentarily stunned and unsure how to salvage the situation. Fortunately, Lan Hua didn't seem to care about his words, continuing in a low voice, "You'll be disgusted, won't you? My unclean body..." Zi Teng didn't speak, but answered with actions, lifting Lan Hua's pointed chin and gently kissing her crimson lips. "Mmm..." Lan Hua let out a blissful breath, lying quietly on her side, silently enduring everything Zi Teng did to her, letting him suck the fluids from her mouth, letting him capture and tease her tongue.

Wisteria began its next move, slowly laying Lan Hua down on her side. It rose and pressed itself against her pristine, fragrant body, cleansed by magic. Its firm chest pressed tightly against Lan Hua's small yet firm breasts. One hand encircled her neck, which exuded a faint fragrance, facilitating continued kissing, while the other caressed her firm buttocks and long thighs. While continuing to kiss her, it slowly moved its hand between her legs.

Seemingly trying to escape the increasingly restless hand, Lan Hua's slender yet powerful waist twisted and turned, the frequent friction between their lower bodies fueling Wisteria's desire.

Finally, Wisteria's lips left Lan Hua's small mouth, and in that instant, Lan Hua let out a satisfied and blissful moan. Zi Teng's mouth moved downwards, gently nibbling at her earlobe, the back of her ear, and then continuing to kiss down her smooth neck—shoulder, chest, cleavage, abdomen, waist, finally reaching between her legs. He gently licked her slightly parted vulva, the electric sensation eliciting a soft moan from Lan Hua. Her slender hands passionately embraced Zi Teng's head, which was mischievously moving between her legs, her fingers roaming through her hair…

“Mmm…give it to me…quick…”

Lan Hua pleaded, her eyes glazed over as she lifted Zi Teng's head from between her legs.

“Yes, ma’am…”

Zi Teng readily complied, parting her exquisitely sculpted legs, the tip of his penis lightly scraping against the entrance of her vulva before forcefully thrusting in. In an instant, the penis was enveloped by layers of fleshy walls. Years of martial arts training had endowed Lan Hua's body with resilience and strength, as had the walls of her vagina. They tightly surrounded the invading penis, sucking and writhing as if trying their best to squeeze out this malevolent intruder.

This astonishing tightness and writhing force caught Zi Teng off guard. He quickly took a deep breath, temporarily stopping his movements, suppressing the tingling pleasure that was urging him to ejaculate, which was spreading throughout his body from the penis. He then covered Lan Hua's satisfied, panting mouth with his own again, sucking.

Gradually, the tingling sensation before ejaculation subsided, and Zifeng began to thrust slowly, gradually increasing the speed and force...

"Mmm...ah...so good...uh...too big...keep going...more..."

Lanhua, having let go of everything, moaned ecstatically, her seductive cries stimulating Zifeng to thrust even harder. His thick penis plunged in and out violently like a storm, each time bringing out drops of lustful fluid that soaked the dried bloodstains on the sheets again. Zifeng

, aroused, forcefully spread Lanhua's long legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, lifting her firm buttocks to maximize the penetration of his penis each time. He then reached over and licked and kissed each of Lanhua's long, shapely toes.

"Mmm...I hate it...this...it's shameful..."

Lan Hua groaned in protest, her body twisting in mid-air. Her usually delicate complaints only fueled Zi Teng's lust. He gripped Lan Hua's snow-white thighs tightly, thrusting his penis even more violently, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing.

"Ugh...I can't take it anymore...ah...mmm..."

A scream tinged with sobs foreshadowed her climax. Lan Hua's body heaved violently, her long legs, draped over Zi Teng's shoulders, stretched straight towards the ceiling, trembling in mid-air. The tight walls of her vagina ground against Zi Teng's penis with astonishing force, a final, almost grinding, gushing liquid that flowed down their intertwined lower bodies.

The deadly grinding writhing of her vagina during climax nearly overwhelmed Zi Teng. Seeing that he was about to explode, he hastily pulled out his penis, then grabbed Lan Hua's beautiful legs and squeezed them together, clamping his penis between her thighs as he continued thrusting.

Due to years of martial arts training, Lan Hua's leg muscles were smooth and powerful. Combined with the lubrication from the copious amounts of vaginal fluid from her previous orgasm, the sensation of his penis entering and exiting was no less than that of a real vagina. This greatly pleased Zi Teng, who was making his final thrusts. He panted and thrust dozens more times before ejaculating, spraying a large amount of semen onto Lan Hua's limp body, exhausted from her orgasm.

In the early morning, some time before sunrise, the sea outside Xie Lu Zhi was still shrouded in darkness. In the darkness, numerous bright spots could be vaguely seen stretching for miles, seemingly a large school of luminous fish.

As the sun rose above the horizon, the "giant school of luminous fish" revealed itself: hundreds of sailing warships, their masts bearing the blue dragon flag, the emblem of the Yanhuang Empire's South Seas Navy, fluttering in the sea breeze. This fleet had stealthily approached Qiu Liu Island under the cover of night, and the countless bright spots were their taillights, raised to prevent collisions. The fleet had already anchored and ceased sailing, with the main officers gathered in the flagship's conference room awaiting news from the reconnaissance detachments.

As the sun fully rose above the sea, several reconnaissance detachments returned to anchorage and rejoined the main force. Several reconnaissance findings were quickly compiled and presented to Admiral Deng Shizhong and his men: First, the damage to the Qiuliu Island fortress and coastal batteries was far less severe than anticipated, and some had already been repaired.

Second, no trace of the Yaluzhi Combined Fleet was found in the harbor, only some transport ships, presumably delivering urgently needed gunpowder to the island's garrison, based on previous intelligence.

Third, one reconnaissance team advanced eastward to the Yaluzhi naval port and spotted the Combined Fleet's ships, though small in scale, estimated at around a hundred.

On one hand, the fortress's damage was minimal; on the other hand, the fleet seemed to have suffered significant losses, reduced to only one-third of its original size, and forced to retreat to the mainland to avoid battle. These contradictory reconnaissance results gave Deng Shizhong a growing sense of conspiracy. But looking back at the Emperor's decree—ordering him to capture Kyuuri Island within three days and, in the following period, annihilate the enemy combined fleet—

the Emperor's meaning was clear, and the consequences of failing to complete the task would be severe. He silently passed the question to his subordinates.

The cabin quickly split into two factions. The eager young officers believed they should attack immediately. They argued that the enemy fleet was absent, and the fortress, damaged by the explosions and fire, had defensive weaknesses and blind spots, making it the perfect time to strike. They also pointed out that the navy had come from afar and faced supply difficulties, necessitating a swift victory. The

more experienced older officers, however, advocated delaying the attack to gather more intelligence. They highly questioned the current reconnaissance results, believing the combined fleet's losses couldn't be that great, and that the reconnaissance fleet had only hastily surveyed the enemy's home port without thoroughly investigating potential hidden anchorages, making their findings unreliable.

After some debate, the more experienced officers gradually persuaded their younger counterparts. They quickly reached a conclusion: First, the main force of the Yaluzhi Allied Fleet was missing, and a risky attack on the island now would likely result in a flanking attack.

Second, attempting to attack the enemy fleet first would require a lengthy search and wait, and the navy's supply lines were uncertain.

Third, even if the enemy fleet was located, they might retreat to their home port to avoid a decisive battle, and currently, the navy lacked the capability to land and attack the port on Yaluzhi's mainland.

This seemed to create an intractable situation. There was a solution: retreat. However, no one dared to voice it. Everyone understood the crucial importance of this battle in turning the tide of the southeast war, and the Emperor had clearly made a firm decision and invested heavily. If the navy retreated without firing a single shot, he would surely be furious, jumping off his throne and berating them, and their fate would be dire.

After a period of silence and debate, they finally devised a feasible battle plan: leave a small force to patrol the flanks and rear of the main force, scouting and containing any potential enemy Allied Fleet attacks. Simultaneously, the main force of the navy would attack Kyuuri Island as quickly as possible, regardless of the cost. Then, relying on the cover of artillery fire, they engaged the enemy navy, or if all else failed, they temporarily retreated into the port to hold the island and plan for another battle.

Undoubtedly, this was a high-risk plan. A hasty assault without regard for consequences would inevitably result in heavy naval losses, putting the navy at a disadvantage in the subsequent potential battle against the combined fleet of Xieluzhi. Yet, such an assault was necessary, as the key to victory lay in capturing the fortress before being forced into battle with the enemy fleet. If successful, they could advance under the cover of fortress fire to confront the enemy fleet, or retreat to hold the port; but if they failed, they would be attacked from both sides, with unimaginable consequences.

Despite this, no one objected, because everyone knew the risks. Even if they were defeated, whether they died in battle, were dismissed and investigated upon returning home, or even imprisoned and beheaded, it was all their own problem. But if they retreated and angered the emperor, it would be treason, which would mean the execution of nine generations of their family!

The morning sunlight filtered into the room through the pink curtains. On the bed, the room's temporary occupant still had his eyes open, his naturally red pupils surrounded by bloodshot veins from insomnia.

Her eyes hadn't truly closed all night, partly because of Yi Rou, who, even in her sleep, was as playful as a kitten, but mostly because... whenever she closed her eyes, that figure would flash through her mind.

She knew the unwavering devotion he had shown her since childhood, so she completely understood the reason behind his resentful, even childish, behavior. She also constantly blamed herself for hurting such a devoted heart, but...

Sima Fuyun, Shizhi, neither name belonged solely to her now. She couldn't deprive another person of their chance to choose for her own sake; that would be too selfish! A voice within her constantly suppressed her guilt and emotions.

"Sister Shizhi, brother wasn't actually like that yesterday... he was just being too kind to you..."

Before she knew it, Yi Rou beside her had woken up and spoke cautiously.

“I know, I don’t blame him, really,”

she sat up slightly, smoothing her slightly disheveled long hair. “After all, we grew up together, I know very well what kind of person he is. He always tries to hide everything in his heart, but it’s always written on his face…”

After a moment of silence, as if gathering some courage, she finally asked, “Yi Rou… as far as you know, he… is your brother… and towards me… what exactly…”

“Well…”

Her question surprised the girl, yet seemed somewhat expected. “First of all, let me state: I think you, Shiori-neechan, are beautiful, have a gentle personality, and such a good character, reputation, and ability. So my stupid brother is not good enough for you in any way.”

The girl deliberately spoke with a serious expression, making her a little embarrassed. “Actually, I asked my brother about this too, but he wouldn’t tell me. In the end, I used some extreme methods to get him to confess!”

"Hmm..."

Hearing this, she couldn't help but smile slightly. She knew all too well what this little girl meant by "extraordinary means." When they were little, even when she was around, she would still ruthlessly bully her poor brother without any scruples. She remembered that when the three of them were together, the phrase he uttered most often was probably "Shiori, help!"

"

Shiori-neechan, are you listening?"

Yi Rou's question pulled her from her memories.

"Ah... sorry, I was distracted. Please continue."

"He said... well, you could say it was influenced by what Mom said. When they were little, Mom always compared him to you: 'Learn from Fuyun, even girls are better than you.' She

said that about everything..." Yi Rou continued, these were indeed the words she had forced out of Zifang's heart.

"I understand..."

Her tone was somewhat bitter, yet she seemed relieved. "Because he has a competitive spirit, so he's persistent towards me, just persistent, isn't he?"

"No, you don't understand at all,"

seeing that her words might cause a huge misunderstanding, Yi Rou became somewhat agitated. "Brother is indeed persistent in not wanting to lose to you, but that's because he's afraid he's not good enough for you!"

"..."

Her body trembled slightly, and her gaze gradually became somewhat hazy. "Thank you for telling me all this..."

She had been troubled by this incomprehensible feeling for so many years, but now Yi Rou's words had clarified everyone's feelings. Perhaps it really is true that outsiders see things more clearly!

"Then, what about you, Shiori-neechan?"

Yi Rou seized the opportunity to ask suddenly.

"I... I don't know..."

This question left her speechless. She couldn't deny the familiar warmth deep in her heart when they reunited, but she had unspeakable reasons that she had to suppress, so she could only make up this excuse.

“Then why don’t we meet alone? Maybe we’ll figure everything out.”

“Ah…what…that…”

Yi Rou’s sudden suggestion startled her. She hurriedly tried to stop him, but seemed unwilling to say anything.

“Then it’s decided. I’ll go tell my brother, and you can wait for him in the garden in half an hour, Shiori.”

Without further ado, Yi Rou opened the window and jumped to the window next door.

“…”

She felt a surge of excitement mixed with unease, turning to look at the servants’ room next door. “Sakura, is this…really okay?

”

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