Chapter Seven of the Romantic Continent: Soothing Your Heart

After lunch, Princess Qian and her two twin maids busied themselves. They placed another soft couch in Ning Su's room, and the sixteen medicinal herbs they had just acquired were transformed into a bowl of fragrant, delicate medicine after a whole afternoon of meticulous preparation.

Cynthia pricked her finger, and a drop of divine blood fell into the still-boiling medicine, turning the brownish liquid a bright red. A refreshing fragrance filled the room.

"Alright, everything's ready now," Princess Qian said with a slight sigh of relief. "This is my first time refining medicine, and I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

"What if it hadn't gone smoothly?" Ye Tianlong couldn't help but ask.

"Then we'll just have to try again," Princess Qian replied matter-of-factly. "I've never refined this kind of medicine before, so I can only guess at the quantities and the heat control."

Ye Tianlong couldn't help but worry, but now he could only hope for good fortune and that Princess Qian wouldn't make a mistake.

"Now, force-feed her this medicine!" Princess Qian turned and ordered Xiao Chun and Xiao Qiu.

Hearing this, Ye Tianlong knew they had nothing more to do, so he and Cynthia quietly left the room and began to take their positions as pre-arranged. For the next three days and four nights, they were determined to ensure the person inside was undisturbed.

"Brother Ye, come here!"

Hearing Princess Qian's call from inside, Ye Tianlong, who was guarding the door, was startled and rushed in. The room Princess Qian was using to treat Ning Su Nu was now heavily guarded by goddess warriors like Cynthia, and further protected by Yu Zhu, a master of the Dark Clan. It was practically impenetrable, not even a fly could get in.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Because the doors and windows were closed, the main light source inside came from the silver lamps on the walls.

Under the soft light, the room was quiet, filled with a faint, sweet fragrance—a mixture of medicinal scents and the natural body odor of the young woman, intoxicatingly sweet.

Ye Tianlong felt a sense of relief, but when his gaze fell upon Princess Qian standing beside Ning Su Nu's bed, he was immediately stunned.

Princess Qian before him had a head of flowing, glossy black hair, and her unadorned face shone with an unforgettable radiance. She wore only a black silk bodice, a diamond-shaped design with a thin black strap extending from the pointed corner of the bodice, draped around her snow-white neck. Two other thin black straps connected to the two horizontal corners, wrapping around her slender waist.

Most ingeniously, the last pointed corner of the bodice just barely covered her lower abdomen, concealing her beautiful and alluring secret garden, making one yearn to immediately reach out and lift it to see what lay beneath.

Princess Qian's already jade-like skin was delicate and radiant, like snow, and now, accentuated by the black bodice, her fair and delicate skin texture was even more striking, creating a dazzling, snow-white effect that gave a powerful visual impact.

"What are you doing..."

Although he knew he shouldn't be thinking like this, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but swallow hard before asking, puzzled.

Even as he spoke, his gaze couldn't leave the infinitely alluring sight before him.

"Is it beautiful?"

Seeing Ye Tianlong's reaction, Princess Qian deliberately struck a seductive pose, slightly twisting her body. Her smooth, flawless back, her beautifully curved waist, and the rounded, upturned curve of her buttocks immediately filled the eyes of this lustful man.

Especially the slightly bulging mounds of glistening flesh beneath her bodice, which seemed to swell under her bodice, fueled Ye Tianlong's endless fantasies.

He nodded almost without thinking, saying, "Beautiful, really beautiful!"

Princess Qian smiled charmingly, gracefully walking towards Ye Tianlong, her small waist swaying dramatically from side to side. The lower corner of her black bodice swayed with her movements, revealing glimpses of her dark pubic hair, occasionally catching the eye of her alluring figure.

Unsure of what this spoiled princess was up to, the lustful man stared like a dazed goose as Princess Qian approached him.

She gently tiptoed, her snow-white feet barely touching his lips, and lightly kissed Ye Tianlong's lips. Princess Qian's beautiful face glowed, and she whispered in an unusually gentle voice, "Thank you..."

Ye Tianlong's heart fluttered slightly. He reached out and embraced Princess Qian's delicate body, lowering his head to find her soft, fragrant lips, and kissed her deeply.

Princess Qian opened her small mouth and, without hesitation, actively sucked on his lips, swallowing saliva and sticking out her tongue, her lips blooming like buds, responding passionately.

After a long while, the two separated. Princess Qian's face was now flushed, her lips slightly parted and moist, her breasts rising and falling beneath her black bodice, a truly alluring sight.

Ye Tianlong suppressed the nameless lust surging in his heart, took a deep breath, and softly asked Princess Qian, "What did you call me about just now?"

Her panting subsided slightly, and Princess Qian's bright eyes darted around as she chuckled and said, "To give you the reward you deserve!"

Ye Tianlong shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle. Princess Qian seemed to understand his thoughts, extending a delicate, white hand to pinch Ye Tianlong's hand firmly, playfully scolding, "You're just worried about your Ning Su'er, afraid I'll delay the rescue of her, aren't you?"

Ye Tianlong chuckled twice, gently patting Princess Qian's soft, pink back, and said softly, "It should be your Ning Su'er, how could she be mine? You know, you were the one who brought her to my side."

"Hmph, hmph." Princess Qian's little nose wrinkled slightly: "You're blaming me now? So, according to you, it's all my fault?"

"No, no." Ye Tianlong quickly said with a smile, "How could I not know you're so good to me? It's precisely because she was brought by you that I must cherish her..."

"You know how to talk." Princess Qian pouted, pinched Ye Tianlong's hand again, and said with a grin, "Don't worry, I won't deliberately make things difficult for Ning Su Nu. It's just that it's not time for me to act yet. She just drank the soup made from those medicinal herbs, and the effects haven't fully dissipated. I can only act at midnight. Besides, when I first cast the magic fusion spell on Ning Su Nu, it needed to be done continuously for three days and four nights without interruption. I couldn't leave her side for even a moment." "

Oh, I see!" Ye Tianlong suddenly understood, and the last bit of doubt in his heart was eliminated. Naturally, he felt extremely relaxed. He looked at Princess Qian and said with a strange smile, "Your reward isn't that simple, is it?"

"Simple?" Princess Qian's big eyes widened even more: "You big pervert... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, her alluring lips were once again captured by his magic. This time, Ye Tianlong took the initiative.

In addition to his tongue swirling inside Princess Qian's pink mouth, his hands were also stroking her jade-like back, gently scratching her from time to time.

Instantly, a captivating moan escaped from Princess Qian's nose, her body trembling with passion. She felt a tingling, itchy sensation seeping from Ye Tianlong's fingertips into the skin of her back, igniting a flame of desire within her, making her feel both comfortable and somewhat distressed.

Although Princess Qian had been intimate with Ye Tianlong several times before, this time the experience was completely different.

A moment later, she pushed Ye Tianlong away, panting softly, and said in a coquettish voice, "You bad boy, I've already given you my reward, and you're still teasing me like this..."

Hearing this, Ye Tianlong couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. This willful princess, having already walked right into his trap, was still saying these things—who was she trying to fool?

However, as a seasoned lover, Ye Tianlong naturally knew that Princess Qian's words were merely a performance, a way for the young girl to say one thing but mean another. Of course, he would cooperate fully and put on a captivating show.

"No way, you, a princess, only reward me with a glance, a touch, and a kiss?"

As he spoke, Ye Tianlong's face showed a lingering desire. His hands continued to tickle and caress Princess Qian's pink back, even boldly exploring downwards, bypassing the straps of her bodice to reach above her full buttocks, his fingertips slipping between them, gently touching.

Princess Qian had never witnessed such skill before. Her body instantly felt a surge of heat followed by chills, especially when Ye Tianlong's fingertips touched the deep crevice of her buttocks. A dizzying sensation washed over her, making every hair on her body stand on end, and a burning desire surged from her lower abdomen, rushing to her head.

With a soul-stirring moan, Princess Qian's legs seemed unable to support her body, and she collapsed into Ye Tianlong's arms.

"You big lecher, you're so greedy..."

Princess Qian wrapped her arms around Ye Tianlong's neck, hanging her entire body on him. She tilted her already flushed face up, forcing her large, aroused eyes open, and spoke sweetly to the lustful man.

"Ah... since you want more rewards... then I'll give you everything..."

With a smile, Ye Tianlong reached under her bodice and slipped his hand inside Princess Qian's soft, warm breasts. The warm, fragrant flesh immediately rippled in his palm. Princess Qian's breasts were firm and smooth, her skin as delicate as silk. He rubbed and squeezed them, afraid of spilling any moisture, which aroused Ye Tianlong's interest, making him linger.

In no time, Princess Qian was moaning incessantly, her body limp, almost collapsing into Ye Tianlong's arms.

Seeing this, Ye Tianlong carried Princess Qian to another soft couch in the inner room, then gently lifted the pointed corner of her black bodice. Instantly, pink, tender petals bloomed before his eyes.

At this moment, clear springs were already flowing in Peach Blossom Stream, and a delicate fragrance was rising. The tiny fleshy bead on it, not to be outdone, peeked out, radiating a vibrant luster.

Seeing the beautiful scenery and smelling the fragrance, Ye Tianlong's heart burned with desire. His fingers began to dance on Princess Qian's beautiful garden; the tender, delicate petals seemed to melt at the slightest touch, captivating him.

As the jade gate slightly opened and closed, one could see the vibrant red, layered peaks within, shimmering and secluded, with spring rain pattering along the narrow, winding flower path.

Ye Tianlong finally couldn't resist taking a deep breath, lowering his head and extending his nimble tongue to lick and suck at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Spring.

Princess Qian trembled slightly with excitement, her jade legs unable to open or close properly, her small mouth only uttering incessant moans, unable to speak.

His curled tongue entered, and a small tremor immediately occurred within the flower path.

As that serpentine tongue swirled and darted within the narrow passage, its movements long and gentle, yet tinged with a hint of wildness, Princess Qian was breathtakingly beautiful, as if floating on clouds, ethereal and otherworldly.

Suddenly, Princess Qian let out a sharp cry, her jade-like legs tensing abruptly, her ten slender toes clenching forward, her beautiful breasts heaving beneath her bodice, and she gripped Ye Tianlong's head tightly with both hands, a warm gush of fluid gushing from her flower path.

Lifting his head, Ye Tianlong's face also seemed glistening with moisture. His fingers slowly extended, pressing their advantage. Deep within the fully bloomed flower, a gentle lift and pull, a curve and a bend, drove Princess Qian to ecstasy, completely losing herself in the moment.

By the time Ye Tianlong stopped, Princess Qian was already drenched in fragrant sweat, which soaked through her small black bodice. The gauze bodice clung tightly to her delicate body, feeling like another layer of skin. That hazy, mysterious allure of being half-concealed was more potent than any aphrodisiac, igniting a raging fire in a man's heart.

His erection was already powerful and imposing, instantly giving Princess Qian's bewildered eyes a surge of strength. She knelt on the couch, reaching out her small hand to gently grasp it, her expression a mixture of infatuation, fear, surprise, and shyness.

After a few gentle caresses, Princess Qian suddenly let out a sweet, cloying laugh, then softly announced, "This is your reward."

With that, Princess Qian opened her small mouth and slowly lowered herself, the slippery, fragrant petals occasionally brushing against the sensitive tip, filling Ye Tianlong with immense excitement.

When her small, pink lips could no longer accommodate the enormous thing, Princess Qian stopped in her tracks and began to suckle. Not yet knowing the true techniques and essentials, her movements were stiff and clumsy, but Ye Tianlong was particularly excited. Her

snow-white body, her black bodice, her barely concealed breasts and tender buds, her smooth, graceful waist and round buttocks—seeing all this swaying before his eyes, and thinking of her precious and noble status, was enough to fill him with immense satisfaction. Moreover, because of her inexperience, this oral service seemed even more rare and precious.

After a while, Princess Qian, becoming more skilled, would occasionally let out sweet moans from her small mouth, and the smacking sounds of her sucking would be incessant. These harmonies excited Ye Tianlong even more.

His hand encouraged her by stroking her pink back, then lingered on her smooth, snowy buttocks.

As Princess Qian, unable to bear the heat coursing through her body, gently swayed her pink buttocks, Ye Tianlong was also burning with desire. His thick, long member, under her caresses and sucking, became even harder and hotter, as if it were about to explode.

He leaped forward, thrusting straight into her. The garden, blooming with peach blossoms, was moist and slippery, the spring rain and mist dampening her pink cavern. Ye Tianlong almost plunging all the way in, and both of them let out groans of pleasure simultaneously.

With Ye Tianlong's rapid thrusts, waves of pleasure washed over Princess Qian like a tidal wave. Waves of tingling pleasure quickly rose from her lower abdomen, seeping into every part of her body, making her completely lose herself. She began to moan, some long and some short.

Princess Qian's moans only fueled Ye Tianlong's excitement. His attacks became even more ferocious, thrusting in and out wildly, faster and faster, with increasing force.

His hands, through the gauze bodice, rubbed and kneaded, the fragrant sweat seeping through her skin, creating a unique and alluring sensation.

Ye Tianlong then slipped his tongue into Princess Qian's cherry-like mouth, her lithe, serpentine tongue immediately meeting his.

Ye Tianlong bit her tongue, desperately sucking, licking, and devouring the nectar emanating from her tongue.

His passion raged, and Ye Tianlong grabbed Princess Qian's two pink legs, hoisting them onto his shoulders, launching an even more ferocious attack.

This impact reached directly to the deepest, most tender part of her, causing Princess Qian to cry out in surprise. Each thrust

plunged straight to the bottom of the Yellow Dragon Cave, each impact striking the heart of her peach blossom. At times, Ye Tianlong swept through the deep flower chamber, invincible; at other times, he was like a powerful dragon, churning the Jade Stream, stirring up wave after wave of ecstatic frenzy. Ye Tianlong

was a seasoned veteran of the flower garden, knowing full well how to bring the woman beneath him to a state of madness.

At this moment, Princess Qian was desperately arching her lower body, wildly shaking her small waist, her limbs tightly wrapped around Ye Tianlong's body, wishing she could melt her entire body into his.

Soon, the depths of her burning hot flower chamber began to tremble, as if a powerful vortex was about to swallow everything within.

With a warm, melting current flowing out, the moist, soft pleasure brought Ye Tianlong unparalleled joy, while Princess Qian, already weak and limp, lay there only panting heavily.

Ye Tianlong smiled triumphantly, holding Princess Qian in his arms, letting her savor the afterglow of her climax, knowing that this feeling would be even more enjoyable for a woman.

After a moment, Princess Qian slowly opened her tightly closed eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with boundless satisfaction and joy.

"You haven't..." Princess Qian noticed the slight movement and looked at Ye Tianlong, saying, "Should we take Xiaochun and Xiaoqiu..."

Ye Tianlong smiled. He glanced at the two twin sisters who were watching over Ning Su's side. Xiaochun and Xiaoqiu quickly lowered their heads, but their blushing faces and bright, sparkling eyes couldn't escape Ye Tianlong's notice.

"Let me hold you and let you rest for a bit." To Princess Qian's surprise, Ye Tianlong shook his head, gently kissed her rosy cheek, and said softly, "You still have a lot to do later, and they'll be your assistants for the next few days, which will be tiring."

Ye Tianlong's thoughtfulness moved Princess Qian, who returned his kiss and nestled happily in his arms. At that moment, nowhere in the world felt safer and happier than in this man's embrace.

After guarding the room for a day and a half, Ye Tianlong finally couldn't resist his restless nature and decided to go out and check on things.

After instructing Cynthia and the others to carefully guard Princess Qian and Ning Su's rooms, Ye Tianlong, without even taking Yuzhu, slipped out of Wuyou Palace alone.

As he passed Yue Ru's main hall, melodious music drifted from within. Since Yuna's coronation ceremony was just a few days away, Yue Ru and her entire group were very busy, and naturally, no one paid any attention to these newcomers.

Walking the streets of Esnia, Ye Tianlong suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia. Although he had only been away from Esnia for a few months, the streets were now completely different. The patrols of the city guards that passed by added to the tense atmosphere of this Fast capital.

Remembering the contact method Rutu had given him, Ye Tianlong decided to go see his subordinate who had been hiding in the shadows.

Following the directions given by Lu Tuxian, Ye Tianlong first found a stone bridge in the central area of Esnia. He crossed this bridge, named Chongfa Bridge, and walked a short distance towards the southern district, where a bustling market street appeared.

It was early afternoon, around 3 PM, and the market was teeming with people; the shops on both sides seemed to be doing brisk business.

The meeting point Lu Tuxian and Ye Tianlong had agreed upon was the seventh shop on the left, a small fruit shop.

Just as he approached the sixth shop, two burly men in blue robes standing under the eaves of the opposite shop suddenly stepped closer, rudely pushing aside several pedestrians blocking their way, and quickly reached him, their attitude unfriendly.

Ye Tianlong's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively tried to gather his strength, but seeing the men's eyes, he realized their gaze wasn't on him, and he immediately felt relieved; the two men weren't looking for him. Ye Tianlong was very alert; he immediately shifted two steps to the side and turned to look back.

Sure enough, behind him stood a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe, refined and scholarly, clearly a student.

The young man had delicate features, though his face was pale and lacked color. He held a small peach wood cane, but his bright eyes were exceptionally sharp. He faced the two menacing men with a half-smile, his defiance quite obvious, not at all like a timid scholar.

Ye Tianlong immediately saw through the scholar's facade, inwardly chuckling, "So it's a woman."

The two men in blue robes glared fiercely, blocking the scholar's path.

Ye Tianlong was standing to their right; the man on the far right glared at him with his large, bull-like eyes, as if he'd seen a nasty fly, and impatiently shoved him aside with considerable force. Ye Tianlong stumbled back five steps, almost bumping into a pedestrian.

"You little dog's still here?" another burly man said fiercely to the scholar. "I thought you'd escaped the city and gone into hiding!"

"You bastard!" The young scholar's bright eyes gleamed. He pointed at his opponent with his peach wood cane and said coldly, "What are you doing here?" His tone and attitude were anything but refined.

"Looking for you." The burly man grinned maliciously, like a wolf eyeing a delicious lamb.

"What business do you have with me, young master?" The young scholar's question finally had a touch of refinement, and he asked rather arrogantly.

"Stop pretending." The burly man who reached out to shove Ye Tianlong said fiercely, "What good deeds did you do yesterday?"

"Yesterday..." the young scholar frowned slightly, "Yesterday I only beat up a few dogs."

"Little dog, what did you say?" the burly man roared, his giant claw reaching out to grab the young scholar's right wrist: "I'm taking you away..."

"Get your dog claws off me!" The young scholar's face turned cold, and without any apparent movement, a beam of white light shot out from his peach wood cane, striking the burly man's hand: "To attack in public, you're too presumptuous!"

The burly man's outstretched hand suddenly froze, and he stood there speechless, looking utterly ridiculous.

The other burly man was stunned at first, then suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "This guy used a high-level paralysis technique!" At the same time, he took a step forward, his iron fist flying out rapidly, striking his opponent's chest with a powerful, forceful punch, clearly the work of a skilled martial artist.

"You're courting death!" The young scholar raised an eyebrow. The burly man had actually attacked her chest—a major taboo when fighting a woman. She hadn't considered her current identity.

A dark red tongue of fire shot from the front of the peachwood staff, meeting the burly man's fist head-on.

"Bang!" Sparks flew, and the onlookers scattered in panic.

But Ye Tianlong, standing to the side, paid no attention. The sparks were blocked by his internal energy before they even reached him.

However, Ye Tianlong still took a slight step back to avoid drawing too much attention. He hadn't left because he wanted to see how this would end, as the burly man's forceful shove had greatly displeased him.

If he hadn't wanted to avoid revealing his identity, he would have already taught the man a lesson.

"A mere trick, only good for sneak attacks," the burly man said arrogantly.

His iron fist could disperse the fireball emitted by the magic staff; he certainly possessed some skill. He strode forward confidently, eager to defeat and capture his opponent instantly.

"You reckless fool!" The young scholar's face paled slightly. His magic wand trembled slightly, and two bolts of lightning shot out from its tip, one above the other, heading straight for the burly man.

The man scrambled to avoid them, but a third bolt struck his chest. He stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud, like a large bull collapsing.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, an old man's voice rang out: "Young man, leave quickly, their people will be here soon, you can't fight them."

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