[Urban] Dance of Flowers (Complete) - 28

Chapter 28 The Palace Maid Xinyue

Huangfu Haotian slammed his hand heavily on the table. "Everyone's eyeing me, Biluo. Do they really think I, the emperor, am easy to bully?"

Hanxue blinked, a plan forming in her mind. She said slyly to Huangfu Haotian, "Your Majesty, there's no need to be angry. I have a plan that might help you vent your anger."

Looking at Hanxue's expression, like a cat catching a mouse, Huangfu Haotian cautiously said, "Tell me." Xue'er was full of tricks; if he wasn't careful, even he would be tricked by her. He had to be careful.

"That beauty Long Yue is quite promiscuous, isn't she? It wouldn't be too surprising if she accidentally hooked up with some palace guard, right?" Winking at Huangfu Haotian, Hanxue smiled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes, making one's heart tremble.

Han Zhan pulled Han Xue into his arms, chuckling, "Your plan is quite ruthless. Forget about the loss of face; you could directly hold Longyue Kingdom responsible. Just the fact that a woman in the harem commits adultery is a capital offense. This plan is clever, but it will cost that beauty of Longyue her life. What a pity for such a beautiful woman." Recalling the woman's wantonness last night, he thought of Han Xue's alluring demeanor in bed, and his desire stirred. Using the position of holding Han Xue, he pressed against her delicate buttocks.

"That's true. If my Emperor brother can't bear it, then of course it's another matter," Han Xue blushed at the hot, hard object pressing against her buttocks. If it were in the room, it wouldn't be so bad, but in front of her Emperor brother, how could this man be so unrestrained? She twisted Han Zhan's waist with her small hands, turning it forcefully a couple of times. Feeling the iron arm around her waist tighten, she released him with satisfaction.

"How can a mere woman from an enemy country be compared to our ancestral legacy?" Huangfu Haotian said seriously, frowning as he thought for a moment. "This plan is good, but it can only deal with Longyue. Right now, all four countries have beauties in their palaces. If we can incite them to fight amongst themselves, wouldn't we be able to reap the benefits?"

Wow—how vicious! Han Xue and Han Zhan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief. Being an emperor is truly different. They thought Han Xue's plan was already quite ruthless, but compared to Huangfu Haotian, it's like comparing a small house to a large one.

Han Xue coughed lightly, clearing her throat, and said, "However, there's no rush. Currently, all four kingdoms are observing. As the saying goes, 'the first bird to stick its head out gets shot,' and no country would do such a losing proposition. Your Majesty can take this opportunity to enjoy that beauty."

Huangfu Haotian nodded thoughtfully, "That's right. It's not easy to enjoy exclusive favor. If I enjoy this one person all to myself, it will inevitably arouse the resentment of the other concubines. Then, I can send someone to stir things up in front of the other beauties, and they will fight each other. We can just sit back and watch the snipe and the clam fight."

Wow...how clever! Han Xue looked at Huangfu Haotian with starry eyes. As expected of the emperor, she schemes against people one by one, while her emperor brother schemes against people by the whole string. He is truly admirable.

Seeing Han Xue gazing at Huangfu Haotian with adoration, Han Zhan was consumed by jealousy. He covered Han Xue's eyes with one hand, turned to Huangfu Haotian, and said, "Since this plan can only be carried out by you, we'll head back

now. Send someone to call us if you need anything." Without waiting for Huangfu Haotian's reply, he swept Han Xue away like a hurricane. Huangfu Haotian watched their retreating figures with an ambiguous smile. As a man, how could he not know what Han Zhan was thinking? Recalling the voluptuous body of Long Yue, her alluring charm, and her breathtaking bedroom skills that drove men to ecstasy, his manhood suddenly felt hot and erect.

Just then, a palace maid carrying tea cups gracefully approached. Huangfu Haotian squinted at the maid's delicate face, his gaze sweeping over her high, full breasts, her slender waist, and then settling on her lower abdomen. The palace women, all untouched by his advances, were virgins. The thought of their tight, tender orifices made his erection throb.

The palace maid, seeing Huangfu Haotian staring at her, blushed deeply. She placed her teacup on the table, took a step back, and turned to flee.

Huangfu Haotian sat at his desk, using it as cover, one hand rubbing his erection, and said in a deep voice, "What name do you want?" Everything else could wait, but this thing couldn't. His erection grew thicker with each rub, making him yearn to plunge into a woman's body and fight three hundred rounds. He didn't know how long he'd have to wait to recruit concubines now. After all, all three thousand beauties in the harem were his rightful women. This one before him was pleasing to the eye; not using her would be a disservice to himself.

"Your Majesty, my name is Xinyue," Xinyue hurriedly knelt and replied crisply. The sight of her plump buttocks, raised high due to her kneeling posture, was like adding fuel to the fire in Huangfu Haotian's eyes, causing a dull ache in his groin.

He rose and took a small porcelain bottle from a drawer in the bookcase behind him, saying to Xinyue, "Come here."

Xinyue, bewildered, got up from the ground and walked towards Huangfu Haotian. When she stopped a step away, Huangfu Haotian turned around and, without a word, reached for her waist and untied her belt. She was immediately terrified, her face turning pale. "Your Majesty…"

"I now wish to favor you. Be a good girl and let me pamper you." Although Huangfu Haotian's tone was gentle, his actions were quite rough. He tossed the belt aside, grabbed Xinyue's clothes, and violently pulled them open. Her full breasts, pressing against her light green bodice, leaped into his eyes, making him swallow hard.

"Your Majesty..." Xinyue whispered, her body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind, yet she dared not move, her heart filled with both shame and joy. What woman wouldn't want to rise to the top and become a phoenix? To be favored by the Emperor today was such an honor; if she could receive a title from the Emperor tomorrow, it would be a glorious event for her ancestors.

A large hand reached behind Xinyue's neck, gently pulling her down, and two large, snow-white breasts bounced before Huangfu Haotian. He marveled as he grasped the tender breasts in one hand, the touch smooth and soft, a faint milky fragrance wafting to his nose, making Huangfu Haotian smirk and tighten his grip on the tender breasts, "Although you don't have a beauty that could topple cities, your body is certainly exquisite." The snow-white breasts changed shape in his large palm, and red marks appeared.

Huangfu Haotian's grip was a little too strong, and Xinyue frowned, biting her red lips, suppressing the cry of pain that was about to escape her lips. Huangfu Haotian swept his strong arm around Xinyue and carried her to a soft couch. He lifted her skirt with one hand, impatiently pulling down her trousers. With a thrust of his knee, he spread her two snow-white, tender thighs wide apart. Her pink virgin genitals trembled gently with Xinyue's movements, causing Huangfu Haotian's manhood to swell even more.

He opened the porcelain bottle he had been holding between his fingers, rubbed the pink petals, then lifted Xinyue's thighs with one hand, pressing them against her breasts. With the other hand, he poured a few drops of the cool liquid onto her erect petals. Xinyue flinched

at the sight of her virgin genitals, as delicate as a dew-kissed rose. Huangfu Haotian chuckled softly, "Don't be afraid, this is a good thing." Top-grade aphrodisiac; drinking it would turn even the most virtuous woman into a wanton woman, and pouring it into a woman's vagina would make even a virgin, regardless of pain, cling to the man, constantly seeking pleasure.

He used the cool bottle to part the petals, then poured half a bottle into the flower's opening.

"Ah...cool!" The icy liquid poured into the opening, seemingly chilling her to the core. Xinyue cried out in surprise, but dared not struggle, letting Huangfu Haotian do as he pleased.

He capped the porcelain bottle and tossed it aside. Huangfu Haotian inserted a finger into the flower's opening, gently probing, feeling the tight embrace of the soft flesh inside. He probed deeper, touching the barrier.

Xinyue bit her red lips tightly, enduring the pain from the intrusion of the foreign object. She felt her opening slowly warming up as Huangfu Haotian's finger continued to probe, with a faint tingling and itching sensation.

Huangfu Haotian withdrew his finger, rubbed the two petals hard a couple more times, then released his grip on Xinyue, got up, took off his trousers, kicked off his boots, and jumped onto the soft couch. He knelt on top of Xinyue's head, naked from the waist down. His enormous penis was erect and hung over Xinyue's face. The thick, long penis was covered with blue veins and looked rather ferocious. A few drops of transparent liquid oozed from its round tip.

"Good girl, come, gently hold it, lick it with your tongue." Pulling Xinyue's hands to his penis, Huangfu Rentian leaned down, pressing his penis against Xinyue's face.

"Yes, Your Majesty—" Xinyue suppressed the slight itch from her lower body, trembling slightly as she grasped the thick penis. With a mixture of shyness and curiosity, she gently squeezed it a couple of times. It felt hot and hard, yet also somewhat soft. As she squeezed it, the penis throbbed in her palm. She stuck out her small red tongue and licked the clear liquid on the round head. The salty, fishy taste with a hint of mutton made her slightly furrowed brows furrow even more.

"Take it in," Xinyue's clumsy movements made Huangfu Haotian somewhat impatient. His engorged and painful penis made him lose all patience. He grabbed Xinyue's chin and forced his thick penis into her mouth. "Open your mouth wider, don't use your teeth, use your lips, and lick it with your tongue."

The excessively large penis forced Xinyue to open her mouth as wide as possible. Although it was very uncomfortable, she dared not refuse because the person in front of her was the emperor, the supreme ruler of the world. She obediently curled her tongue and licked the penis in her mouth. The fishy and salty taste made her want to vomit, but she dared not show it. How many women longed to be favored by the emperor? She could not let this rare opportunity slip away. Still relying on her hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male anime virgin physical famous instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

Her little tongue swept over the top of the penis, making Huangfu Haotian shudder with pleasure. He couldn't help but thrust hard in a half-bent position. Each thrust penetrated deep into Xinyue's tender, tight throat, and the comfortable sensation of her tongue sliding across his penis made Huangfu Haotian crave more, thrusting again and again.

The discomfort in her throat made Xinyue almost vomit, desperately trying to push his penis out of her mouth with her tongue, unaware that this only made Huangfu Haotian feel more pleasure, and he continued to thrust harder and more forcefully.

Chapter 29 Self-Destruction

As the aphrodisiac in Xinyue's vagina took effect, she felt an unbearable itching in her vagina, trying desperately to endure it, but the itching seemed to intensify with each passing moment. The domineering nature of this aphrodisiac lies in its rapid and effective effects, making it the most potent aphrodisiac, and its most dangerous aspect is that the woman remains completely conscious during the frenzied intercourse. This medicine, when dripped just once into a woman's vagina, causes a numbing and itchy sensation. This itch cannot be consciously controlled; it is like a persistent worm, clinging to the bone. Even the most sexually indifferent woman will instantly become a wanton woman. A single drop of her vaginal fluid can drive a woman to frantic intercourse for two hours. Moreover, Huangfu Haotian, fearing that Xinyue's virginity would not be able to accept his large size and would spoil his interest, poured in half a bottle. How could Xinyue not go crazy at this moment?

The intense itching in her vagina caused Xinyue to squeeze her legs together and rub them against each other desperately, but the itch only intensified. The piercing tingling attracted all her attention, and she could no longer care about the thick, hard penis thrusting wildly in her mouth. The pain in her throat was now incomparable to the itching in her lower body.

Unable to move her head because Huangfu Haotian had fixed her in place, she could only twist her lower body, desperately clenching her legs and rubbing them back and forth. However, this action did not relieve the intense itching in her vagina. She wanted to cry for help, but her mouth was gagged, preventing her from speaking. Although she was almost driven mad, she knew clearly that the person on top of her was the current emperor. She could not and dared not move freely, for fear that her fingernails would scratch the emperor's sacred body. She rolled her tongue and pushed it outwards even harder, hoping to push the thick penis into her mouth so that she could cry for help from Huangfu Haotian. Her hands reached between her legs and rubbed them vigorously, hoping to relieve the excruciating itching.

Huangfu Haotian squinted as he watched Xinyue part her snow-white thighs, her hands pressing against his virgin territory and kneading them forcefully. His lower body didn't stop moving; he thrust his hips forcefully into Xinyue's mouth, the warmth of her mouth and the pleasurable sensation of her tongue sliding over his penis intoxicating him. He hadn't expected a virgin, under the influence of aphrodisiacs, to possess such formidable oral skills, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

Xinyue's legs, originally straight, slowly bent and spread wider with her kneading movements. Her once pink petals were now red and swollen. Xinyue discovered that this kneading, besides relieving the itch, also produced an indescribable sense of comfort, so she kneaded even harder, ignoring the slight stinging sensation with each stroke. As the itching in her vagina intensified, she suddenly remembered that Huangfu Haotian had previously inserted his fingers into her vagina and dug around. Now, her vagina was incredibly itchy, and if she were to insert her fingers and scratch it, perhaps the itch would be relieved. Thinking this, she stopped rubbing and, enduring the itch, frantically groped around on her virgin territory with one hand, while bending her index finger with the other and slowly probing into the opening she had just found. Due to the aphrodisiac, her vagina had already secreted a considerable amount of slippery fluid, making it easy for her to insert her finger. As soon as her finger entered, Xinyue began to move erratically. She quickly discovered that withdrawing and inserting her finger slightly relieved the excruciating itch, and without thinking, she moved quickly. However, this thrusting soon could no longer satisfy her; the tingling itch deep within her vagina continued to torment her. She increased the number of fingers she was using, and to facilitate her movements, her pale thighs were almost pressed against her chest.

Watching Xinyue's frantic masturbation, Huangfu Haotian stopped in surprise, pulling his penis out of her mouth. Xinyue, now free, slightly raised her head, one finger gripping her thigh, the other frantically thrusting into her vagina. Huangfu Haotian watched her movements with curiosity, his other hand covering his large penis and slowly stroking it. Xinyue's current position allowed him to see each thrust clearly. As her thrusts deepened, her movements became increasingly forceful, until one heavy penetration. Huangfu Haotian stared in disbelief as her slender fingers withdrew, leaving a few specks of crimson blood.

Chapter 30: The Lustful Xinyue

. Had this woman actually lost her virginity herself? Huangfu Haotian found this extremely novel. With a forceful pull, he caused Xinyue to swivel 180 degrees. Lustful women were commonplace in the harem, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone lose her virginity on her own. To confirm his guess, he swiftly grasped one of Xinyue's snow-white thighs with one hand, and with the other, he pushed aside Xinyue's still-pulling hand. He guided his thick, hard penis, rubbing it against the slippery fluid at the entrance of

her vagina, and then thrust it in. "Ah...Your Majesty," Xinyue sobbed softly, unable to relieve the intense itching in her vagina, but the sudden heat of the penis against her entrance filled her with overwhelming pleasure. She thought only of how her fingers were too short to reach deep inside, but the Emperor's penis was thick and long; if he could penetrate to her depths and scratch, perhaps he could relieve the excruciating itch.

"Your Majesty, ah..."

"So tight, oh..." Huangfu Haotian groaned. Although only the tip of his penis was inside, Xinyue's vagina was hot and tight, the exquisite sensation of it tightly enveloping his penis made Huangfu Haotian imagine the unbearable ecstasy of riding within it. With a sudden thought, he thrust forward, gripping Xinyue's thighs and pressing them against his body. In an instant, he penetrated her fully. He blinked in surprise, for although Xinyue's vaginal opening was tight, he encountered no resistance during penetration. This confirmed his suspicion that Xinyue had indeed broken her virginity with her fingers.

"Ah..." The instant insertion of his penis not only relieved the itching in her vagina but also brought a sensation of soreness, numbness, and a slight stinging pain. These sensations combined to create an indescribable pleasure that made Xinyue's whole body go limp. However, after Huangfu Haotian penetrated, he stopped moving. Although there was a slight stinging sensation in her vagina, the itching surged wildly from her body when his penis was still. "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Xinyue cried out in panic, struggling with her lower body and rubbing against Huangfu Haotian's penis.

Huangfu Haotian was brought back to his senses by Xinyue's actions. Seeing the woman's wild and lewd appearance, her enormous breasts, which were too large to be grasped with one hand, rippled with her movements, creating waves that could make any man's nose bleed. Huangfu Haotian felt all the blood rush to his lower abdomen, and his manhood throbbed with pain. He grabbed Xinyue's slender waist with both hands and began to thrust into her fiercely. "Don't rush, I'll satisfy you."

"Your Majesty...so...comfortable...Your Majesty..." Xinyue moaned ecstatically, her upper body limp and slumped on the soft couch, her eyes hazy with ecstasy. Her hands unconsciously caressed her smooth, jade-like body, savoring the pleasure of the penis entering and exiting her. She was completely unaware that with each thrust and withdrawal of Huangfu Haotian's penis, a drop of crimson fluid would be drawn out, splashing out with each of his frenzied movements, either staining their bodies or dripping onto the couch.

Xinyue's moans echoed intermittently from the imperial study. As the pleasure intensified, Huangfu Haotian's movements became faster and harder. With a final, forceful thrust, he pressed down hard on Xinyue's buttocks, shuddering a few times before ejaculating his hot seed deep into her. Then, without lingering, he withdrew his penis, lay down beside Xinyue, and turned to watch her expression with amusement.

Xinyue collapsed onto the soft couch like a spring pond, too weak to even move a finger. She felt her flower-like opening contracting and twitching, as if something was flowing out. The afterglow of passion still lingered within her, leaving her savoring the experience.

Huangfu Haotian placed one hand on Xinyue's breast, grasping and squeezing it. He had wanted to test the feel of these large breasts earlier; if not for his overwhelming desire, he wouldn't have been so hasty in his advances. He propped his head up beside Xinyue, half-lying down, the other hand squeezing and kneading her soft breast. Watching the white flesh transform into various shapes in his hands, his manhood stirred again. With a forceful squeeze, his large hand gripped most of the breast, watching some of it overflow from between his fingers. A violent pleasure rose within Huangfu Haotian.

"Ah...it hurts..." Xinyue cried out in pain, her voice slightly hoarse from the previous lovemaking.

"Be good, be good and let me pamper you." Huangfu Haotian said in a low, slow voice, his hands not stopping. He gripped Xinyue's breasts tightly and pulled them upwards with a little force. After watching Xinyue's expression twist instantly, he released his grip, letting the breasts bounce back onto Xinyue's body, creating ripples. Just when Xinyue thought she was relieved, he maliciously grabbed the other breast and repeated the same trick.

"No...it hurts..." Xinyue groaned in pain, but dared not struggle, because the one playing with her body was the current emperor.

"Don't you like it?" Huangfu Haotian narrowed his eyes. Clear red marks appeared on Xinyue's snow-white breasts, as if silently resisting his malicious play. "I will make you like it."

He sat up with a flip, placing his hands on Xinyue's two breasts respectively, pushing, squeezing, rubbing, and kneading them. The soft feeling in his hands made him feel comfortable and reluctant to let go. He grabbed her pink nipple, lifted it, then let it bounce back, watching the swaying waves of her breasts, before gripping it tightly with his

other hand. "Ah... Your Majesty..." Xinyue cried out, begging for mercy, not only because of Huangfu Haotian's wanton fondling of her breasts, but also because of the familiar, maddening itch that returned to her lower body. She instinctively reached between her legs; having learned from her previous experience, she quickly found the entrance, inserted a finger, and began thrusting violently.

"Want me to help you?" Huangfu Haotian grinned wickedly, twisting Xinyue's nipple.

"Ah... no..." The stimulation from her nipple made Xinyue feel even emptier; the stimulation from her own finger was far from enough to satisfy her needs. Xinyue's eyes flashed, glancing at Huangfu Haotian's naked lower body, his penis already swollen and erect. She looked at Huangfu Haotian longingly, her small hand wanting to reach out but hesitant to touch it.

"Do you want it?" Huangfu Haotian's deep voice was incredibly seductive.

"Yes...this servant wants it, please grant me your favor, Your Majesty..." Xinyue answered in a daze, her small hand secretly grasping Huangfu Haotian's penis.

"I can satisfy you," Huangfu Haotian grabbed Xinyue's hand that was fiddling with his penis, and began to stroke it. His penis quickly grew thicker and harder, the veins bulging on the surface. Huangfu Haotian's eyes darkened, and he leaned back, pointing to his erect penis, saying, "Sit on it yourself."

Xinyue, still holding Huangfu Haotian's penis, hurriedly scrambled up. The intense itching in her vagina made her instinctively clench her legs, but having no experience, she had no idea how to sit on it and stood there dumbfounded. "I...I don't know..."

"Spread your legs and sit on my lower abdomen." Huangfu Haotian, lacking patience, grabbed Xinyue's wrist and pulled her onto his body. He slapped Xinyue's tender buttocks. "Spread your legs and kneel down." Seeing Xinyue obediently kneel, Huangfu Haotian, with one hand supporting his large penis and the other supporting Xinyue's waist, slightly adjusted his position, then pressed down on Xinyue's waist with both hands, his penis fully inserted, deeply buried in her vagina.

"Ah...so good..." Xinyue groaned, her body arching slightly backward. The friction between the large penis and her vagina transformed the intense itching into an indescribable feeling of comfort.

Seeing Xinyue's ecstatic expression, Huangfu Haotian smiled slightly, lying back on the soft couch. He slapped Xinyue's snowy buttocks with one hand. "If you want comfort, move yourself." He covered Xinyue's ample breasts with both hands again, grabbing them wantonly.

Ignoring the pain in her chest, Xinyue followed her instincts, swaying her body back and forth as she swallowed the thick, engorged penis. As a strange, pleasurable sensation rose again, her movements became faster and faster, her forward thrusts more forceful, producing a continuous series of loud, increasingly frequent "slap-slap..." sounds.

Xinyue, panting heavily, frantically swayed her hips, then sat down heavily, crying out, "Ah...so good..."

Huangfu Haotian clearly felt the heat of his penis, her vagina gripping it tightly. Xinyue had clearly reached orgasm, but she didn't stop. Instead, she pulled out and thrust in even more forcefully. After a few thrusts, her movements slowed. Although she still exerted great effort when sitting down, she was clearly unable to lift herself. Xinyue collapsed weakly onto Huangfu Haotian, "Your...sir...this servant...want...more..." She writhed on top of him, her vagina gently swallowing his penis.

Huangfu Haotian knew that Xinyue's insatiable demands after her climax were due to the half-bottle of her semen. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and began thrusting. His thick penis plunged deep into her vagina with each stroke, quickly withdrawing before plunging back in. After hundreds of such vigorous thrusts, Huangfu Haotian's waist shuddered, and he ejaculated his thick semen deep into Xinyue's vagina.

Satisfied with these two pleasurable releases, Huangfu Haotian got up and dressed. Xinyue lay limp on the couch like a lump of mud. Before Huangfu Haotian could even fasten his belt, she clamped her legs together again. The intense itching in her vagina was even more intense than the previous two times, which terrified Xinyue. Completely powerless, she could only tearfully beg Huangfu Haotian for help, "Your Majesty... help me, save me, waah—."

Huangfu Haotian turned at the sound of her voice, seeing Xinyue's utter weakness, her legs still unconsciously rubbing back and forth. He frowned, knowing in his heart that Xinyue wouldn't survive the day. He inwardly marveled at the potency of the aphrodisiac, while deeply regretting his recklessness. Given the potency's effects, even if he did it again, he might not be able to counteract it. He also knew the dangers of lust and had no reason to sacrifice himself to save a mere palace maid. Xinyue, a virgin newly defiled, had already reached her limit after two bouts of passionate lovemaking; any more, and she might not live to endure it.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Save this servant..." The intense itching in her vagina drove Xinyue mad. She writhed wildly on the soft couch, her legs clamped tightly together, her cries growing increasingly desperate.

"Enough," Huangfu Haotian sighed softly. "I intended to take you into my harem, but now it seems impossible." He raised his voice and called out, "Wu Dexiang!"

"Yes, sir!" Wu Dexiang rushed in, bowing low, ignoring the woman crying out on the couch.

"Summon a squad of imperial guards to the side hall and give this woman to them." Huangfu Haotian glanced again at Xinyue, now completely consumed by desire, and sighed once more. "Afterwards, give her a proper burial." With that, he turned and left the imperial study without looking back.

Wu Dexiang glanced at the naked Xinyue on the soft couch, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. "It's just that you're unlucky. You have the fortune to be a master, but not the fate to enjoy it. Alas..." After saying this, he called in several guards outside the door, who carried her to the side hall. There were more than twenty guards outside the imperial study. If each guard took turns, Xinyue's fate was already obvious.

Chapter 31 Jealousy

Meanwhile, Han Zhan carried Han Xue and sped along. When they passed through the imperial garden, he suddenly hid among the artificial hills.

Han Xue looked up at Han Zhan in surprise: "Why don't you go back... uh." Before she could finish speaking, Han Zhan sealed her lips with his. His thick tongue, with a sharp momentum, suddenly rushed into her mouth, sweeping fiercely around, making Han Xue feel a slight numbness and pain wherever it touched.

Han Zhan's mind was filled with the image of Han Xue gazing at Huangfu Haotian with adoration. A surge of jealousy welled up within him, and he

pressed Han Xue tightly against him, his angry kiss engulfing her like a storm. "Mmm..." Han Xue murmured softly, her brows slightly furrowed as she silently endured Han Zhan's intense demands, letting his tongue roam freely in her mouth. Her small hands gently caressed his back.

Feeling Han Xue's tender touch, Han Zhan calmed down, his passionate kiss transforming into a gentle, flowing embrace, his tongue entwining with hers in a tender, lingering kiss. After a long struggle, Han Zhan finally released Han Xue's swollen and red lips. Seeing the masterpiece he had left on his lover's lips, he was filled with guilt. He tenderly licked her swollen lips with his tongue, asking with heartache, "Why didn't you push me away?"

Han Xue smiled gently, wrapped her arms around Han Zhan's neck, and pulled his head down. "I like it when you kiss me." She said, gently pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then staring intently into Han Zhan's eyes and asking, "Why are you angry?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Han Zhan's eyes. He turned his face away stiffly, a suspicious blush appearing on his cheeks.

Seeing Han Zhan's awkward movement, Han Xue recalled what had happened that day, becoming increasingly confused. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her. Her watery eyes widened abruptly, and she cupped Han Zhan's face in her hands, turning him to face her. Han Zhan's flushed face and disheveled expression were clearly visible to her. Han Xue looked at the awkward man before her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "Zhan, are you jealous?"

Han Zhan glared at her fiercely, then pressed his large hand against the back of her head, pulling her into his embrace. He declared fiercely, "You're mine!"

Han Zhan's words were tantamount to admitting his actions. Han Xue smiled sweetly, nestling her face against Han Zhan's chest, her arms wrapped around his strong waist.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, a sweet and warm atmosphere emanating from them. Han Zhan's mood instantly shifted from a raging storm to a bright spring day. He held Han Xue tightly in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her slender back.

However, every beautiful moment has its quirks. Han Zhan's ears twitched, his body stiffened, and he cursed under his breath in annoyance.

The gurgling sound from his mouth made Han Xue curiously look up. She saw Han Zhan's eyebrows were raised, and his lips were pursed into a straight line in displeasure, looking like a child sulking because his candy had been stolen. She couldn't help but chuckle, gently smoothing Han Xue's furrowed brows as she asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Your brows are furrowed like an old man's."

"A flock of ducks came from the south." Han Zhan was incredibly annoyed. He should have taken Han Xue directly back to Feifeng Pavilion. This sweet atmosphere had been disturbed, and he wanted nothing more than to tear the person who came to him to pieces.

"Ducks?" Han Xue blinked in surprise, a string of question marks flashing through her mind. Where would ducks come from in the Imperial Garden? It wasn't the Imperial Kitchen, and besides, the south was supposed to be the direction of the inner palace. There were plenty of "chickens," but "ducks" were impossible. Then she remembered that she used to tell her subordinates that gossipy women were like hundreds of ducks quacking noisily. Thinking of this, she chuckled knowingly, "They're probably my brother's wives and concubines." Han Zhan was highly skilled in martial arts and had amazing hearing. Although it was quiet all around, she still believed Han Zhan's words without a doubt.

Han Zhan's face darkened, and he pouted unhappily, glaring at Han Xue's overly happy face with resentment. The two of them were in the midst of their sweet and affectionate moment when this group of noisy women suddenly appeared and ruined the atmosphere. How could this girl still laugh so happily? Han Zhan's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he lowered his head to kiss Han Xue's neck fiercely with a displeased expression.

"Ouch...no, it hurts—" Han Xue shrank her neck trying to dodge, but how could she escape Han Zhan's attack? She could only shrink her neck and squint her eyes as Han Zhan bit her, protesting softly in unwillingness, "They weren't summoned by me, why are you biting me? Besides, if you hadn't stopped here, we would have gone back to Fei Feng Pavilion long ago. Can't we think about whatever we want in our own place?"

Han Zhan's movements paused, his hawk-like eyes narrowing dangerously, "You can do whatever you want?" In his mind, he saw Han Xue writhing and submitting beneath him, her seductive and alluring appearance making his blood boil and rush to a certain point.

A fleshy rod was pressed against her lower abdomen, and it was getting harder and harder. Han Xue's breath hitched, and she felt heat rush from head to toe, even her ears were burning hot. Having already experienced the act, she didn't need to look to know what was pressing against her lower abdomen. She couldn't help but raise her hand and punch Han Zhan, saying in embarrassment and annoyance, "What are you thinking about in broad daylight?"

Han Zhan raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, whispering in her red ear, "I'm thinking about how comfortable you are under me." His deep voice was full of lustful temptation, and his large hands slid down Han Xue's back to her pert buttocks, roughly kneading them.

At this moment, faint female laughter came from afar. With the "villain" in front and the "wolf's claws" behind, Han Xue looked up and glared fiercely at Han Zhan, who was squinting his eyes and looking like he was enjoying himself. Her hands couldn't help but climb up his neck, clasping together and slowly tightening. "Put your claws back, put away your stick. This is the Imperial Garden, not your bedroom."

Seeing Han Xue's fierce expression, Han Zhan paused, then chuckled softly. He lowered his head and licked Han Xue's pouting red lips, saying, "Not bad for your aura, and not bad for your strength either. Just don't pout next time you're angry; it makes me want to pin you down even more."

"If you continue like this, I'll really get angry!" Han Xue stomped her foot and scolded, her hands moving from gripping Han Zhan's neck to encircling his back. Her soft, boneless body pressed against Han Zhan again. With a troubled sigh, she murmured softly, "The Emperor's wives and concubines are all so hypocritical. Not only are they noisy, but they also like to play games of killing without bloodshed. And I can't touch them. I don't want to run into them."

As the Emperor's most favored princess, though not of the same surname, she was more favored by the Emperor than the royal princesses with blood ties. The imperial harem has always been the primary battleground for power struggles in the court. Each woman in the harem seems determined to recruit her to her faction, and the countless gatherings under various pretexts constantly annoy Han Xue. Every time she returns to the palace, she treats these invitations to banquets like poison, either feigning illness or hiding in the imperial study for refuge. In short, she avoids them whenever possible; if she can't afford to offend them, she can at least run away.

The next chapter is a rather nosebleed-inducing scene, an H scene deep within the artificial hill, hehe.

Chapter 32 Eavesdropping:

"That's easy. This artificial hill is connected on both sides, and there's a section in the middle where you can't see your hand in front of your face. No one will go there." As he spoke, Han Zhan lifted Han Xue up and easily walked slowly into the depths of the artificial hill. The deeper they went, the darker it became. Han Xue looked around, and all she could see was darkness. Even in such darkness, Han Zhan was still able to carry her steadily forward without bumping or falling.

"It's so dark here, how can you see?" Han Xue whispered in Han Zhan's ear, her cautious manner somewhat resembling that of a thief.

Han Zhan chuckled and shook his head, placing Han Xue on a protruding rock. His curved finger traced the bridge of her delicate nose, and he chuckled, "No need to be so cautious. The people outside are still ten feet away. Even if they get to the outside of this rockery, there's no need to speak so quietly. Their ears aren't as sensitive as mine."

Han Xue covered her nose, her eyes wide as if she'd seen a monster. It was pitch black everywhere, yet Han Zhan had managed to accurately poke her nose – was he really that freakish? Her small hands groped upwards from Han Zhan's chest, across his broad shoulders, and pulled him down to his neck. The environment was too dark, and with the force of her touch, a loud "Ouch!" rang out as her nose spectacularly collided with Han Zhan's chin.

"Are you alright?" Han Zhan tenderly rubbed her nose, asking with a wry smile, "What are you thinking? If you want to kiss me, just tell me, I'd be happy to do it."

Han Xue, tears welling in her eyes from the impact, innocently murmured, "It's so dark here, I can't see anything, why can you see?"

Looking at Han Xue's pitiful, puppy-dog eyes, Han Zhan sighed helplessly, "Martial artists have stronger senses than ordinary people; having night vision isn't a big deal." He pressed his lips to Han Xue's tearful eyes, licking away her painful tears. Warm lips moved lightly across her eyelashes, like playful butterflies gliding over her straight nose, teasing her rosy lips.

"Mmm..." The teasing touch on her lips made Han Xue protest with a soft hum. She leaned forward slightly, wanting to kiss him back, but Han Zhan's lips seemed to be teasing her, avoiding her.

The missed kiss left Han Xue stunned. She heard Han Zhan's deep laughter, hot breath in her ear: "Want to kiss me?"

"Are you teasing me?" Han Xue pouted angrily, a flash of cold light in her eyes.

Han Zhan didn't answer, only chuckled softly. That suppressed, deep laughter already acknowledged his own pointless behavior. He let Han Xue's little hands scratch and claw at his waist, not taking the ticklish force to heart. However, he immediately regretted it and deeply realized that the explosive power of a woman's rage was infinitely strong. Even he, the world's number one martial artist, could only obediently admit defeat under Han Xue's waist-pinching technique.

Han Zhan grunted and pulled Han Xue into his arms. After a dizzying moment, Han Xue was placed on Han Zhan's lap. "Stingy girl, can't you even take a little joke?" He really didn't know how those two slender fingers could have such fierce strength. Too fierce! The soft flesh on his waist was probably already bruised and purple.

Although she was completely blind, she still heard Han Zhan let out a soft "!", which made Han Xue smile smugly. Her mind raced, and a malicious smile appeared on her lips as her slender fingers lightly traced the spot where she had just pinched him. "Are you sure I'm still a girl? Do you want to verify my identity?"

Hearing this, Han Zhan froze, staring down at Han Xue in disbelief. This girl dared to seduce him? And a certain part of his body, under Han Xue's provocation, had already obediently raised its head to greet her.

Han Xue twisted her waist, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing the hard object pressing against her buttocks, causing Han Zhan to groan with arousal. Hearing Han Zhan's increasingly rapid breathing and low moans, Han Xue smiled wickedly, maliciously pinching her voice, saying in an impatient tone, "Oh, my good brother, you're so strong! I want it, come on, come on!"

That deliberately drawn-out, coquettish voice sent a shiver down Han Zhan's spine. Goosebumps quickly appeared on his strong arms, even the hairs on his back stood on end, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his once-energetic member completely wilted. Han Zhan sighed helplessly, truly reap what he sowed. He had forgotten how vengeful this girl was; the methods of revenge she used were beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The two had grown up together since childhood, knowing each other intimately, knowing exactly what the other liked and disliked. It was a wonder this girl could think of such a way to retaliate against him; wasn't she afraid of ruining little Han Zhan, lest she be deprived of "sexual happiness" in the future?

At this moment, outside the artificial hill, several beautiful women, surrounded by numerous palace maids and eunuchs, arrived gracefully. Their affected and coquettish laughter was so sharp that it made the two people engaged in their magical duel inside the artificial hill shudder. Han Xue couldn't help but grimace and rub her arms vigorously.

"When did such a monster appear in the palace? Luckily, my Xue'er doesn't have this problem. Poor Huangfu, how can he sleep with such a woman in his arms?" Han Zhan's lips twitched as he forcefully exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest, and thankfully hugged Han Xue tightly.

"These people's voices are very unfamiliar. Could they be some of the beauties recently presented by the four kingdoms?" Han Xue frowned, enduring the chilling laughter, and inwardly admired Huangfu Haotian immensely. This emperor was indeed not someone an ordinary person could handle. Just enduring the torment of such demonic sounds every day required a willpower comparable to that of a god.

"Shh! Listen quickly—" Han Zhan's prompting made Han Xue immediately come back to her senses and listen intently.

A affected female voice came from outside the artificial hill: "What? Is Consort Ning still unwilling to come out today?"

"Reporting to Consort Long, when I went to Ningxiang Pavilion to deliver a message, I happened to see the imperial physician on duty. I heard that Consort Ning's old illness has flared up, and she is lying in bed unable to get up. I heard her coughing incessantly in the room, so I thought it was quite serious and came back." The clever little eunuch Xiaoxiami replied. He was originally a subordinate of the emperor when he was in the Eastern Palace. After the beauties from various countries entered the palace, he and several companions were assigned to serve several beauties. In addition to serving the beauties, their main job was to monitor their every move.

"I really don't know what the Ice Crystal Kingdom is up to. They actually sent a sick princess to arrange a marriage. With her body like that, she thinks she can compete with us?" Consort Xin from the Golden Sand Kingdom lightly waved her round fan, lazily playing with the peonies that were blooming brightly in the flower garden.

"Sister Rui, you can't say that. Sister Ningxiang is not only beautiful, but she also has a pitiful charm that makes anyone want to cherish her," Yao Meiren said softly. Her gentle voice seemed unintentional, but it successfully provoked the two beauties beside her to be hostile towards Ning Meiren.

"That sickly woman dares to dream of competing with us for the Emperor?" Long Meiren glared and sneered disdainfully. From the first moment she saw Huangfu Haotian, she was attracted by his handsome and extraordinary figure. After receiving his favor, she became even more infatuated with his strong physique. The Emperor was hers alone, and anyone who dared to compete with her should be prepared to die.

Xin Meiren covered her mouth with her fan and chuckled, "The Emperor is young and strong, full of energy. Ning Meiren's body is so delicate, I hope she doesn't pass away because of it." Her coquettish demeanor, half-concealed, made all the palace maids and eunuchs in the room swoon. The two people in the artificial hill who only heard the voices were chilled to the bone by the viciousness revealed in the woman's words.

Yao Meiren glanced at Xin Meiren without leaving a trace, raised her fan to cover half her face, and chuckled softly. No one saw the deep contempt and disdain in her lowered eyes. Huangfu Haotian, seemingly gentle and affectionate, was actually the most cold-blooded and ruthless. Moreover, although they were nominally there for a political marriage, they were in reality spies planted in Biluo for their own country. How could Huangfu Haotian possibly have genuine feelings for them? It was pitiful that these two foolish women couldn't even see this, and had given their hearts away, destined for a short life.

Long Meiren's beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, and she said coldly, "Has the Emperor favored her?"

Xiao Xiaomi, hearing this, cleverly stepped forward and bowed respectfully, replying, "Reporting to Your Majesty, as far as I know, Ning Meiren has not been favored by the Emperor since entering the palace."

"Oh? Is that true?" Long Meiren asked in surprise.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I don't know if it's just bad luck for Consort Ning, but whenever the Emperor chooses her, she's either unwell or ill. Therefore, she hasn't been favored by the Emperor since entering the palace," the servant reported obsequiously.

"How do you know that?" Consort Xin asked lazily, glancing at the servant with a half-smile, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The servant quickly turned and bowed to Consort Xin before respectfully replying, "Reporting to Consort Xin, Consort Ning has failed to win the Emperor's favor time and time again. After that, the Emperor always chooses my master, so this servant remembers it very clearly." How cruel is the competition among the concubines in the palace? For a servant, how to instigate conflict among the concubines without revealing oneself is an art.

"Sister, you're so lucky! Not only does the Emperor favor you, but even your servants are so clever. It's truly enviable." Yao Meiren, fanning herself with a round fan, glanced at Long Meiren with a mix of coquettishness and reproach. Her soft voice was like a gentle breeze, flattering Long Meiniang without being obvious—truly the highest level of flattery.

"Sister, you're putting me in a bad light! With three thousand beauties in the harem, the Emperor's favor is evenly distributed. Which one doesn't he pity? Which one doesn't he love?" Though she said this, Long Meiren couldn't hide her smugness.

"Sister, don't be modest. Didn't the Emperor spend the night with you last night? Your cries could be heard clearly even in my Xinrui Garden." Xin Meiren teased casually, the freshly picked peony crushed under her sleeve.

"Oh dear, Rui-mei, you're so annoying, hehehe..." Long Meiren said coquettishly with a laugh, but her smug and sharp laughter made the two people in the artificial hill shudder again, and they couldn't help but seriously question the taste and judgment of the Longyue Kingdom's ruler. You sent a woman to sow discord, wasn't that a good idea? Wasn't your political acumen quite impressive? Why didn't you check the women carefully when choosing them? You sent a woman whose laughter sounded like a witch's, a woman who would give you nightmares just from hearing it—weren't you afraid of scaring the emperor half to death?

Xin Meiren turned to look at the flower garden with a virtuous smile, but the ruthlessness in her eyes and the slight twisting of her lips betrayed her true emotions. She gritted her teeth and screamed inwardly: "You wretch! Taking advantage of the Emperor's temporary favor, you dare to be so arrogant! She's clearly the youngest of the four women, yet she acts like she's superior, trying to outrank us in status? You're dreaming! You think you can use that fox spirit!" "Does kung fu really make you entangled with the Emperor? I'll make you suffer a terrible death, a terrible death..."

Yao Meiren sighed dramatically, her voice tinged with envy. "Both of you sisters are deeply favored by the Emperor, unlike me. He only favored me once and never again." Her voice trailed off, her pitiful expression convincing the two women.

Hearing this, Long Meiren's slightly upturned lips betrayed her undisguised joy and smugness, while Xin Meiren looked at her with relief and a hint of pity. The two women immediately abandoned their pride, offering kind words of comfort. Yao Meiren was moved to tears, sobbing until she was weak and had to be helped back to her palace by her personal maid.

"That Consort Yao is so cunning and shrewd!" Han Xue exclaimed in astonishment. "Consort Long is nothing but a pretty face, and while Consort Xin is ruthless, her cunning and shrewdness are worlds apart from Consort Yao's. The difference is like heaven and earth." Judging from the voice of the eunuch who had just spoken, he seemed to be a lowly servant of the Emperor. She'd better drag him over later and ask him about the personalities and habits of these four beauties. As soon

as Consort Yao left, Consort Long and Consort Xin exchanged a glare, simultaneously letting out a cold snort, before swaggering away with their respective maids and eunuchs.

After two cold snorts, the voices gradually faded away. Han Zhan, with one arm around Han Xue, said with a sigh, "Among these three, Yao Meiren clearly played a balancing and lubricating role. This woman knows how to bide her time, to retreat in order to advance, letting the two women fight like snipe and clam, while she sits on the sidelines waiting to reap the benefits. She's truly remarkable."

Han Xue chuckled at the fearful tone in Han Zhan's words, and said irritably, "I forgot, you hate scheming women the most."

Han Zhan rolled his eyes and kissed Han Xue's forehead comfortingly, "You are different from them, how can you compare?"

"How are we different? In terms of scheming and cunning, I'm afraid Yao Meiren is still a notch below me." Han Xue pouted unconvinced.

He kissed her pouting lips and chuckled, explaining, "If others are scheming, I can simply keep my distance. But with you, I can't bear to leave, nor can I bear to be far away. Since I can't leave, I'll stay. I might as well tie myself to you and watch you scheme against others every day—that'll be quite a bit of fun."

"Oh!? So you treat me like a toy?" Han Xue playfully punched him.

Han Zhan chuckled, leaning against Han Xue's shoulder with a wicked grin, "A toy? That's a pretty good idea." As he spoke, his large hand unceremoniously covered one of Han Xue's soft breasts, kneading and playing with it.

"Ugh...you pervert, that's not what I meant by 'toy'!" Han Xue blushed, pulling hard at Han Zhan's mischievous hand on her chest. Looking at his unbridled actions, even an idiot would know what he was thinking.

Chapter 33 H in the Rockery

"Shh..." Han Zhan chuckled wickedly in her ear, "Keep your voice down, okay? This is the Imperial Garden. What if some unlucky guy happens to pass by and gets overheard?" He fondled her soft, warm breasts with pleasure, kneading and rubbing them lightly and firmly, unwilling to let go. His other hand slid from Han Xue's back to her pert buttocks, pressing her against his hardness while kneading her with lust.

"No..." Han Xue was weakened by Han Zhan's fierce desire, her legs almost unable to support her. She braced herself against Han Zhan's firm chest, letting out a soft moan, powerless to resist.

This soft cry, seemingly a reluctant acceptance, was like thunder to Han Zhan's ears. His mind went blank, and he felt his blood boil, surging towards a certain point in his groin, instantly achieving an erection. He let out a weak groan, a hint of resentment in his voice, "You little vixen, what spell did you cast on me to make me so infatuated?"

"Ah..." Han Xue gasped, utterly disgusted by Han Zhan's hypocritical behavior. The sudden tightening around her waist and the hard, hot object pressing against her thighs showed that the man on top of her was already impatient. In such close proximity, the man could still squeeze her breasts and rub her buttocks at the same time, which Han Xue found quite unbelievable. Under the light, this position would surely be quite beautiful, but now they were in complete darkness, which made Han Xue sigh with regret.

She found it rather laughable that she could still have such wild thoughts at a time like this, but she couldn't laugh. This position was extremely demanding on her flexibility; she only felt soreness in her waist and the pain of her ligaments being stretched. She weakly pushed away Han Zhan's face, which was nibbling at her neck, and said urgently, "Why don't you consider letting go of me first, lest I bewitch you again? My back is going to break!" If this continues, before even getting to the point, she will die from a broken spine.

Han Zhan's eyes gleamed like those of a starving wolf—almost glowing green. Although it was dark around them, it didn't deter him. He loosened his grip on Han Xue's arm slightly, and his large hand, which had been grabbing her chest, reached domineeringly towards Han Xue's waist. With a decisive, slight tug, the thin collar of her clothes came undone. "Being obsessed with you, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Relieved of the impending backbreak, Han Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the man on top of her eagerly tearing off her clothes, she felt a surge of annoyance. She instinctively covered herself with her hands, trying to protect her nearly exposed undergarments, and blurted out, "You haven't even taken your own clothes off yet, why are you taking mine off?"

Han Zhan, amused and exasperated, replied, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll take mine off first."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Han Xue regretted them. Hearing the rustling sounds of clothes being undressed, her heart pounded like a drum, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. It wasn't until Han Zhan's strong hands reached for her undergarments again that she snapped out of her reverie. She protested softly while frantically trying to salvage her almost-off undergarments. "No, I don't want it here!"

"It'll be alright, just a little while." Han Zhan eagerly nibbled at her snowy neck, his breath quickening as he pulled Han Xue's undergarments off.

"It's all rocks here, it'll be uncomfortable for me to lie here, no, no!" She tried to protect her best shield, but Han Zhan was too quick. The silky bodice was pulled from between her arms, signaling that Han Xue's fate of being devoured was unavoidable.

Her crystal-clear, pinkish-white body still gleamed faintly even in the dark artificial mountain. Han Zhan, like a wolf pouncing on its prey, impatiently lifted Han Xue up and buried his face between her two snow mounds.

The pleasure of being sucked on made Han Xue's consciousness waver, and her breathing became rapid. "Mmm...no...stop..." The force of her resistance was negligible to Han Zhan, but her intermittent moans only elicited a soft chuckle from him.

"Okay, I won't stop." He deliberately misinterpreted her meaning, his large hand reaching between her legs and kneading wantonly.

"You...ah..." The words of resistance were choked in her throat by the thick finger that suddenly entered her body. Annoyed by his malicious teasing, her slender fingers unceremoniously scratched across Han Zhan's back. Han Xue wanted to retaliate, but she didn't realize that in this situation, such actions were like the strongest aphrodisiac for a man, only driving the already aroused man even more eager to devour her completely.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer," Han Zhan unconsciously murmured, reminding himself not to be too hasty. He suppressed his burgeoning desire, his fingers rapidly entering and massaging Han Xue's vagina, hoping to quickly lubricate her and make her accept him. His hot breath sprayed onto Han Xue's jade-like shoulders and back.

The rapid thrusting of his fingers between her legs brought indescribable pleasure. Han Xue felt her whole body heat up, her body slowly tensing as the pleasure accumulated. The tender flesh inside her vagina slowly tightened around Han Zhan's in-and-out fingers. Han Xue's lips parted slightly, her breathing rapid, almost certain that the next moment, Han Zhan's fingers would send her to the ultimate peak of ecstasy.

Suddenly, her muddled mind heard a faint voice coming from outside the artificial hill: "Are you a maidservant in Consort Long's palace?"

"Yes, that's me. And who is this sister?"

"I am a maidservant serving tea in the Empress's palace. My name is Jingyue. Her Majesty the Empress heard that Consort Long has been working hard serving the Emperor lately, so she specially ordered the Imperial Kitchen to prepare the best tonics for Consort Long to help her recover. I was just about to deliver them to Consort Long."

Receiving the information in her mind, Han Xue's body stiffened slightly, and she regained a sliver of clarity. The Empress's maidservant? Delivering tonics to Consort Long? Was this in accordance with her brother the Emperor's plan? Or was it a scheme by the Empress to gain favor?

"Concentrate." Han Zhan scolded her lightly with dissatisfaction. How could she be distracted at a time like this? She really deserved to be punished. He added another finger in a wicked way, and with the help of the love fluid flowing from her little hole, he quickly thrust two fingers in.

Suddenly, her little hole was stretched open by two fingers, and the tender flesh writhed. The intense pleasure almost made Han Xue scream. "Ah... um..." Realizing someone was outside the artificial hill, she quickly bit Han Zhan's shoulder to stifle her scream.

"Hah? What's that sound?" A woman's questioning voice came from outside the artificial hill, seemingly asking Jing Yue.

"You did that on purpose?" Han Xue's hazy eyes almost spit fire as her small hand twisted Han Zhan's waist with perfect precision.

"Ah..." Han Zhan deliberately screamed, startling Han Xue into quickly letting go and frantically covering his mouth. Han Zhan leaned on her shoulder triumphantly, chuckling softly.

"Who? Who's there?" A woman's surprised voice approached quickly. "Come out!"

Han Xue, filled with shame and anger, punched the man in front of her. "You're so mean, so mean!" She couldn't believe Han Zhan would deliberately make a sound to attract attention, to do something so childish. Even a fool could tell that this man was just toying with her. Thinking that if the palace maid led someone to investigate, within an hour everyone in the palace would know what she and Han Zhan had done in the artificial hill, Han Xue was so angry she wanted to cry. She angrily hit

Han Xue while muttering, "If we're discovered, how will I ever be able to hold my head up again?" "Don't worry," Han Zhan easily subdued Han Xue, spreading their clothes on a flat, protruding rock of the artificial hill. He placed Han Xue on it and comforted her, "The people around the Empress are so shrewd; they wouldn't dare to break in."

Just as Han Zhan had predicted, outside the artificial hill, Jing Yue urgently called to the maid, "Sister, let's take this tonic to Consort Long first. If it gets cold, it will lose its effectiveness."

"But..."

"Sister, if we miss the delivery time for the tonic, and the Empress blames us, we can't bear the responsibility even if we have nine lives." Jing Yue was also angry at the ignorant little palace maid, her tone becoming stern.

"But in that artificial hill..." Judging from the voices, it was a man and a woman in the artificial hill, alone together. Who knows what they were doing?

"Shut up! Don't blame me for not warning you, little sister. In this deep palace, minding your own business and doing less is the way to protect yourself. If you insist on finding out, then I'm afraid I can't accompany you. I still have to deliver something." Jingyue lost patience with this fool who insisted on causing trouble. She coldly said this and turned to leave.

Judging from the sounds, it was easy to guess what had happened. How many men openly had affairs in the Imperial Garden in this deep palace? Apart from the Emperor, you could count them on one hand. And the Emperor was currently with the Empress. The remaining princes and the gentleman from Feifeng Pavilion were all people that a lowly palace maid like them could not afford to offend.

Especially the gentleman from Feifeng Pavilion, the only one who could be with that gentleman was the Princess Protector of the Nation. These two, either one of them, were figures whose mere presence could shake the entire palace. If they offended them, even ten heads wouldn't be enough to pay for their deaths. Just imagine, if even the Emperor treated them with utmost respect, taking the lives of lowly palace maids like them would be a piece of cake!

"This…" The little maid, watching Jingyue leave with a cold face, panicked. Clearly, a man and a woman were hiding in the artificial hill. Such a thing was taboo in the palace; if word got out, it would certainly mean losing her head. She couldn't understand why Jingyue didn't call for help but instead left as if nothing had happened. She glanced at the artificial hill, undecided, and after a long pause, stamped her foot and hurriedly chased after Jingyue. In her heart, she thought of telling her mistress about this, so her mistress could inform the Emperor. Perhaps she could even gain favor with the Emperor and receive a reward. Thinking this, she walked even faster.

Han Xue, nestled in the artificial hill, was terrified. She had to fend off Han Zhan's teasing while simultaneously worrying that the little palace maid would call for help. Just as she was about to let go, the sudden thrust of the thick rod into her caused her to gasp. A gasp caught in her throat, leaving only soft moans. "Ah... um... ha..."

"Xue'er... oh... Xue'er..." Although only a third of it was inside, the intense pleasure of being enveloped by the warmth of a woman's body made Han Zhan groan loudly.

Hearing Han Zhan's moans, Han Xue was so ashamed she wanted to dig a hole and disappear. Her whole body flushed red, revealing a beautiful pinkish hue on her smooth skin.

"No... oh dear, be quiet!" Han Xue quickly covered his mouth, whispering. What if someone heard? While she didn't care much about worldly etiquette, she wasn't so open-minded as to have sex with a man outdoors and make sure everyone knew.

Han Zhan exhaled, chuckling softly, "You're so tight down there, it feels so good, I couldn't help but moan." He guided her small hands, which were pressed against his lips, to encircle his neck, and to wrap Han Xue's legs around his waist. Han Zhan took a breath before gently saying, "Are you alright? I couldn't hold back."

The feeling of fullness in her lower body made Han Xue take deep breaths, trying to relax and accommodate the large member inside her. She could even feel Han Zhan's large penis pulsating inside her. She slightly lifted herself up to meet him, and Han Zhan, sensing her movement, thrust forward. The instant feeling of being filled made Han Xue involuntarily arch her back, and in that one thrust, Han Zhan was completely inside her.

"Mmm...so big, so hot..." Just being filled like this caused Han Xue's little hole to involuntarily contract. The contractions made Han Zhan squint his eyes in pleasure, burying his face in the crook of her neck, panting and laughing. "Sensitive little thing, don't squeeze so tight, how can I move like this?" He lightly patted Han Xue's white, jade-like buttocks. "Relax, let me pamper you."

"Wait a little longer," Han Xue desperately took deep breaths, spreading her legs wider to relieve the pressure that felt like it was about to tear her apart. "It hurts a little, wait a little longer."

"It hurts? Why does it still hurt?" Han Zhan subconsciously glanced at their tightly joined lower bodies, his thick brows furrowing with worry. "Does it hurt a lot?" They'd been together for a while now, and he thought she'd gradually gotten used to his size, but... was he still too hasty?

"You're too big, it's stretching a little," she said softly, her voice slightly breathless, as she touched his raised brow. "Don't be too rough, if you thrust too hard, it will still hurt."

Hearing this, Han Zhan gently pulled out of her shapely buttocks, then slowly pushed back in. "Does it hurt like this?"

"Mmm..." Han Xue groaned softly, pressing against Han Zhan and whispering, "It doesn't hurt, it feels good."

After a while of gentle thrusting, he felt Han Xue sucking him tighter and tighter, her vagina warm and moist, her love juices gushing out. Han Zhan breathed heavily and quickened his pace. "Does it hurt like this?" The pleasure of his penis being tightly sucked made him eager to thrust, his consciousness gradually fading, he was almost out of control.

Having adapted to Han Zhan's thick, hard penis, Han Xue moaned softly with each thrust, "Ah...so good...harder...ah...faster..."

"Like this?" He was her best lover, increasing his speed and thrusting harder.

"Ah...faster...ah..." The thick penis stretched open her vagina with each thrust, and with each of Han Zhan's strokes, her clitoris would almost brush against his pubic hair, sometimes even hitting him directly, the tingling sensation indescribable.

"Don't hold back...ah...harder...ah..." She longed for him to thrust in hard, for her clitoris to rub against his body again—what an intoxicating experience that would be...

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