[Urban] Dance of Flowers (Complete) - 26

Chapter 14 The Punishment of Cold War

Just when Han Xue thought she would suffocate in Han Zhan's kiss, he finally released her lips and instead kissed her shoulders and neck, nibbling at her collarbone.

Han Xue greedily inhaled the air, her chest heaving violently, her heart pounding rapidly from lack of oxygen, as if it would burst out of her chest. Han Zhan adoringly stuck out his tongue and licked her heaving breasts, slowly licking around one of her high, firm breasts until the entire breast was covered with his saliva, before taking the bright red nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling slowly, licking it a couple of times and then sucking hard, until one nipple swelled up from his sucking and biting, before using the same method to lick the other breast.

Han Xue couldn't tell if her rapidly beating heart was from the earlier lack of oxygen or from Han Zhan's caresses of her breasts. She tried to break free, twisting her body but couldn't escape even an inch, only letting her soft flesh rub against Han Zhan's hard chest, making his breathing even deeper and more rapid.

Han Xue watched Han Zhan raise his head, squinting his eyes as he licked the corner of his mouth, a wicked and lascivious sight that made her feel as if she were on fire. "No..." she murmured unconsciously. She had never seen Han Zhan like this before. The way he looked at her now was like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, making her uneasy and afraid. His

burning lips sealed hers, intertwining and entwining, sucking and lingering. Han Zhan's large hands slid between her delicate legs, gently kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs, slowly sliding towards her groin. Han Xue tried to close her legs, but he easily inserted one of his thighs between hers, his large hand caressing her groin, then covering her private parts with a palm, rubbing them with a slight pressure. Han Xue felt a warm, slightly sore sensation in her private parts; the feeling wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't unpleasant either—an indescribable feeling.

"Mmm..." She was almost out of breath again; her lips were sealed, preventing her from speaking, and she could only let out protesting moans. Han Zhan reluctantly released her tongue, pulling it back slightly, a thin strand of saliva trailing from the tip of his tongue that hadn't fully retracted from Han Xue's mouth, dangling from the corner of his lips.

"Don't... come anymore... I... can't... breathe," Han Xue pleaded weakly; she didn't want to be the first person kissed to the point of suffocation.

The hand rubbing against her thighs withdrew slightly, and the next moment Han Xue let out a soft cry: "Ah..." He suddenly thrust his fingers into her body. Han Zhan's rubbing against her thighs had already caused some lubrication inside her, so his insertion was not difficult. Without the slightest hesitation, his two thick fingers began to thrust rapidly in and out of Han Xue's body.

"No, no, Han Zhan..." Han Xue shook her head and cried out. There hadn't been much caressing, and there wasn't much lubrication inside her, so such rapid thrusting still made her feel slightly uncomfortable. "It hurts..."

Hearing that Han Xue felt pain, Han Zhan paused, stopping his movements and leaving his two fingers inside her, rotating and pressing against the inner walls. He leaned close to her ear and said, "Will you dare to do it again next time?"

Hearing this, Han Xue's eyes widened. This man was being so rough with her just to punish her. "You, you, you stingy person!"

"Hmm?..." Han Zhan narrowed his eyes and continued to thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of her body.

"No...don't...um..." This time, the thrusting brought not discomfort, but a tingling, numbing pleasure that rushed to her brain. Han Xue bit her red lips, but still couldn't help but moan.

Seeing his lover aroused, and knowing he was also struggling to hold back, Han Zhan added another finger as he felt the love fluid in Han Xue's vagina slowly filling up, and began to thrust quickly.

"Han...Han Zhan..." Han Xue moaned and shook her head, wanting him to stop, yet also wanting him to go faster. But remembering that the man on top of her was punishing her, if she spoke, it would be begging for mercy. She didn't want him to be so smug. Stubbornly, Han Xue could only shake her head helplessly, struggling to break free from her restrained hands.

With the insertion and withdrawal of his fingers, the love fluid inside her vagina flowed freely, making the thrusting even smoother. Han Zhan released Han Xue's hands, propped himself up, and spread her legs apart, placing himself between Han Xue's legs. His dark eyes stared at the red flower bud, covered in dewdrops, trembling slightly. He lifted her legs and slowly pressed them against Han Xue's body, raising her buttocks high and revealing her tender flower. He gripped Han Xue's knees, spreading them wider, her bright red flower trembling and parting slightly, revealing the deep path—his paradise.

"No…don't do this." This position allowed her to vaguely see her private parts. Han Zhan's half-riding position caused his enormous penis to dangle from beneath him, almost touching her flower path, a visual effect that made her blush all over.

"Look at me, look at how we become one," he said in a low, husky voice, pressing his slightly bluish-purple, thick penis against the entrance, pushing it slightly until the head was inside.

Han Xue gasped, trying to relax and accept him, watching him slowly enter her body. The feeling of being stretched and filled, and the visual effect of penetration, caused her lower body to heat up and spurt out even more love fluid. "Mmm... Zhan..." It's so tight. His size is too big for her; she can't swallow him completely at once.

This slow insertion, while pleasurable, is also incredibly agonizing. Han Zhan, panting heavily, slowly squeezed his massive member into Han Xue's vagina, feeling its tight embrace and resistance.

"No... It's so tight..." She felt like she was about to tear apart. Although there was no pain, the feeling of being stretched was making it hard to breathe. "No..."

Although they had made love several times, Han Xue's vagina was still tight and shallow. He squeezed in completely, reaching the deepest part of her flower bud. The head of his penis was tightly gripped by the small mouth inside, this double pleasure giving him the urge to ejaculate immediately. Large beads of sweat slid down Han Zhan's forehead, dripping onto Han Xue's lower abdomen. "I—I'm starting." Han Zhan took a deep breath, gripping Han Xue's knees and pressing them against her shoulders. With a jerk, most of his iron rod was pulled out, its bluish-purple shaft glistening with love fluid. He thrust it in again, the rod penetrating her opening, clear love fluid splashing out and staining their bodies.

The visual effect intensified the physical pleasure, causing more love fluid to gush from her vagina, making the iron rod's entry and exit even smoother. Han Zhan pressed Han Xue's knees completely onto the bed, his iron rod thrusting faster and faster, his body almost straddling Han Xue's jade buttocks. Love fluid from her vagina splashed everywhere, running down their legs and onto the bed.

"Ah...ah...Han...Zhan..." Han Xue gasped, her brows furrowed. With Han Zhan's violent movements, her body bounced up and down like a small boat in a storm. The pleasure in her vagina was about to reach its peak, but this position made it difficult for her to breathe, almost to the point of suffocation.

"Ah..." Han Zhan's heavy thrust sent Han Xue soaring to her peak, her vagina gripping him tightly, contracting in waves. Han Zhan trembled as he lifted Han Xue, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, turning her body around so she was half-kneeling on his erection, her back to him. His massive, hot iron pierced her flower path.

"Ah..." Her body, still reeling from her orgasm, couldn't withstand such penetration; Han Xue cried out in surprise.

Han Zhan lowered his head, his breath coming in short gasps, and asked in a low voice, "Will you dare do it again next time?"

Han Xue was furious. This man! His hands gripped her waist tightly, and he gasped angrily, "Are you... still... not... a man...? So... stingy...?"

Han Zhan spread his legs wide, making Han Xue's legs even wider, her jade buttocks sitting on him. He gripped her slender waist tightly with both hands, and said with a wicked smile, "Looks like I didn't make it clear to you before. This time I'll let you know clearly whether I'm a man or not." The

storm of thrusts made Han Xue's moans catch in her throat, and she could only gasp for breath. The pleasure in her vagina made her helplessly straighten her back and lean against the man behind her. The fast and powerful impacts made her whole body bounce wildly, and her jade breasts bounced wildly. She could only grip the large hands on her waist to support herself and not be thrown away.

Her vagina contracted again, making Han Xue shiver. "Ah... um... huff..." He mustered his strength, focusing his energy in his dantian, using his inner force to suppress the desire that was about to erupt. This girl was spoiled rotten by him; how dare she ask him if he was a man? This made her realize whether he was a man or not! Thinking this, he began to thrust at full power, giving Han Xue no chance to catch her breath.

Waves of pleasure surged again and again, and just as Han Xue felt herself about to faint, she felt another pain in her shoulder. Her mind immediately cleared, and she felt the maddening pleasure again. This man was treating her like this to punish her for provoking him?! From the beginning, every time she was about to faint from the pleasure, the man behind her would bite her, bringing her back to her senses, reminding her of Han Zhan's gentleness and tenderness before, and his violent and rough behavior today. She was just being playful for a moment, and he treated her like this? Was it really like in the TV dramas of her past life, that once a woman's body was taken, she could no longer receive a man's devoted treatment? The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. Han Xue bit her red lips, stubbornly refusing to moan anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes and flew away with each thrust of Han Zhan, scattering onto the bed.

Han Zhan, caught up in ecstasy, didn't notice Han Xue's abnormality. When Han Xue climaxed again, he couldn't hold back any longer and released all his lust into Han Xue's body. He weakly hugged Han Xue's waist, lay down on the bed, and leaned against her back, panting heavily. Still using your 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

Han Xue's body was still trembling and gasping for breath, which made Han Zhan smirk triumphantly. However, his smugness didn't last long. When his arm, which was resting under Han Xue's head, felt a warm dampness, Han Zhan looked up in confusion, seeing Han Xue's trembling back. Realizing the meaning in his mind, Han Zhan suddenly flipped Han Xue over so she was facing him. He saw that Han Xue's eyes were tightly closed, two thin streams of tears were sliding down her cheeks, and her pearly white teeth were biting her red lips, with a faint trace of blood already trickling down the corners of her lips.

Han Zhan's eyes widened in horror, and his large hand quickly reached for her red lips to stop her from self-harming. "Xue'er, let go, don't bite!"

Han Xue opened her misty eyes, and seeing Han Zhan's face made her feel even more aggrieved. Her lips trembled, and she whimpered, struggling to raise her hand to hit him: "You're awful! You bad guy! Waaah—"

"Don't cry! Don't cry!" Han Zhan hugged the tearful girl in his arms tightly, his heart aching with regret, regretting that he shouldn't have gone too far and made the girl in his arms cry sadly.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault, Xue'er, be good, don't cry, don't cry." Han Zhan comforted her tenderly.

"Wah..." Han Xue cried even louder after being comforted by Han Zhan.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Han Zhan could only keep comforting her, his heart aching for Han Xue's tear-streaked face. He secretly hated himself for being so reckless. Han Xue's body was weak and couldn't withstand his desire, and he had only intensified his enjoyment of her body to spite her, which had made her sad and upset. He truly deserved to die.

The prolonged lovemaking had exhausted Han Xue's energy, and she fell into a deep sleep after crying for a short while. Looking at Han Xue's tear-streaked sleeping face, Han Zhan felt extremely distressed. He gently wiped away the tears from Han Xue's eyes, bent down and lightly licked the red lips she had bitten until they bled, and sighed. He silently vowed to himself that he would never spite her again, and would always give in to her and pamper her.

He gently placed Hanxue on the bed and pulled a silk quilt over her. He got out of bed and brought over a basin from the washstand. He used his internal energy to warm the cold water in the basin before wetting a cloth, lifting the quilt, and slowly wiping Hanxue. When he wiped her genitals, he gently pressed his fingers on Hanxue's anus, and after a while, he wiped away the remaining white fluid.

He took a clean silk quilt from the cabinet, wrapped Hanxue in it, and then began to clean himself.

After everything was settled, he dressed. Three knocks came at the door, followed by Wang Zhengyi's deep voice: "My lord, everything is ready. We can depart."

"Wait outside. We'll leave immediately." After transmitting his voice to Wang Zhengyi using telepathy, Han Zhan retrieved two sets of Han Xue's clothes from a wardrobe, wrapped them in cloth, and stuffed them into Han Xue's quilt. Then, he lifted Han Xue, quilt and all, making sure she was completely covered and no skin was exposed, before leaving.

Outside Hanchun Tower, Han Xue's large entourage was already quietly waiting. Han Zhan carried Han Xue directly into the carriage, gently placing her on the bed inside. He closed the door and said to Wang Zhengyi by the window, "Zhengyi, lead the way. Go slowly so Miss can sleep peacefully."

Wang Zhengyi didn't dare say anything more, bowed, and ran ahead to lead the way.

Han Zhan lowered the curtains of the carriage window, walked back to the bedside, picked up Han Xue, and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms. He adjusted Han Xue to a comfortable position so she could sleep more comfortably against him. Looking at her sleeping face, remembering how she had cried with her eyes closed, he tenderly stroked the corner of her eye. He sighed deeply, wishing only that she would wake up, stop crying, stop resenting him, and that he would do anything for her.

Chapter 15 Han Xue's Mischief

Han Xue woke up to the slight swaying of the carriage. The first thing she saw was Han Zhan's broad chest. Blinking, she followed his gaze to Han Zhan's hand holding a book, while his other large hand was tightly wrapped around her waist. Recalling the scene before she fell asleep, Han Xue resentfully twisted her arm around his waist, gritting her teeth and straining, even though she knew her strength was nothing more than a tickle to him, she couldn't swallow her anger.

"Xue'er?" The tingling pain in his waist told him how angry the little one in his arms was at his previous actions. Sighing inwardly, Han Zhan put down the book he was holding on the low table and hugged Han Xue tightly. "I was wrong, I'm sorry Xue'er, don't be angry, okay?"

"You're dreaming!" Han Xue snorted coldly. Although she had also enjoyed the pleasure, being nearly fainted by him and then being bitten awake was an indescribable experience. What angered her most was that this man was simply punishing her, which was the most unforgivable behavior.

Han Zhan sighed helplessly: "Then what will it take for Xue'er to forgive me?" He had done wrong, so he could only endure the beatings and scoldings without daring to complain.

What should he do? Han Xue narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking about how to punish this man to appease him. Hit him? No, hurting him would hurt her too. Scold him? "Oh no, she's never cursed anyone before. Besides, just cursing him a few times is too lenient. She's not willing to let him off so easily." A faint commotion reached her ears. Han Xue remembered they were on their way to the capital, and a plan immediately formed in her mind.

A sly smile crept across her lips as she chuckled. Han Xue's sinister laughter sent a chill down Han Zhan's spine; the hairs on his back stood on end, and goosebumps rose on his hands. He looked at Han Xue's head and smiled bitterly, knowing this girl wouldn't let him off so easily this time.

"Where are we?" Han Xue asked, her voice slightly raised.

Wang Zhengyi, who was guarding the carriage, hurriedly reported, "Miss, we've seen the city gate. It seems Lord Qiu Xin from the Ministry of Rites is waiting there." Currently, a quarter of the officials in the court are surnamed Han, hailing from Han Family Village. To avoid confusion, whenever they encounter an official with the surname Han, they address them by their given name.

Han Qiuxin joined the Han family manor seven years ago. A year ago, due to his excellent performance in the assessment, she recommended him to her brother, the Emperor. He was meticulous, steady, and methodical, though a bit rigid. He was a prized student of Master Xu (the Emperor's tutor, later recruited by Han Xue to teach the children adopted by the Han family manor). After joining the Ministry of Rites, he ousted his predecessor in less than a year and took the position of Minister of Rites. Although the Emperor's desire for a major reshuffle was one reason, he himself was indeed truly talented.

"Brother Wang," Han Xue sat up straight with a mischievous smile, looking at Han Zhan.

"Yes." "

In a moment, you will deal with Qiuxin. No matter what sounds are coming from the carriage, maintain the speed and head straight for the palace." Seeing Han Zhan's silent groans, Han Xue's lips curled into a wide grin.

"Yes, Your Highness." Although he didn't know what Han Xue was planning, Wang Zhengyi still loyally agreed. Recalling the incident he overheard at the inn, he thought to himself, "Could the princess and Lord Zhan be planning to do *that* in the carriage? We're about to enter the city! Oh dear—how audacious!

" "Xue'er..." Han Zhan's pleading expression turned incredibly bitter after Han Xue shook her head. The two had grown up together since childhood, and they could understand each other's intentions from every gesture. Xue'er was clearly going to prank him in the carriage. And the most humiliating way for him was...

"Take off your clothes!" His princess raised her chin at him, meaning: You'll regret it if you don't.

"Xue'er, can we go somewhere else?" They're about to enter the city. After his illustrious reputation as the Guardian General, he might be followed by another resounding title—"The Concubine of the Guardian Princess." Such punishment is too severe.

"Are you going to take it off or not?" Han Xue glared at him dangerously.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll take it off, I'll take it off, okay?" Han Zhan immediately begged for mercy, his hands quickly unbuttoning his clothes, and in a few moments, he was completely naked.

There were faint gasps outside the carriage. Although the two were not speaking loudly, the Twelve Guards were all top-notch experts. They focused their internal energy on their ears, and even the faintest sounds inside the carriage were extremely loud to them, even through the wooden planks of the carriage. And the guards and maids who had been temporarily brought in to fill in were all from the Bureau of Civil Affairs or Han Family Manor. Although their martial arts foundation was not as good as the Twelve Guards, they had still been trained by famous teachers, so the sounds inside the carriage naturally did not escape their ears. Being able to eavesdrop so openly without fear of Lord Zhan's wrath was quite a treat for everyone. They all covered their mouths and pricked up their ears, not missing a single sound from inside the carriage.

"What else?" Han Xue gestured to his belt, urging him to hurry.

"Xue'er..." His feigned pitifulness failed, and Han Xue snorted coldly. Han Zhan immediately surrendered, quickly stripping himself naked.

Han Xue grinned wickedly, extending two small hands from under the silk quilt. One hand pulled the quilt tighter around herself, while the other gently caressed Han Zhan's chest, slowly tracing a line between his breasts, pausing at his navel, passing his lower abdomen, and slipping between his legs.

Han Zhan's breathing deepened with Han Xue's touch. When she touched his crotch, he gasped, his voice trembling as he exclaimed, "Xue'er..."

"Oh! Good boy, you've grown taller." Han Xue mischievously flicked Han Zhan's penis, watching it slowly lengthen and swell.

"Hmm... Xue'er..." Damn it, it seems things won't end well today. This girl won't let him off the hook until she's satisfied.

Wow—, Lord Zhan is groaning! Getting to the point! Getting to the point! The crowd outside the carriage pricked up their ears, unleashing their boundless imaginations, envisioning the lavish scenery inside. Their eyes gleamed with excitement, biting their fingers/pulling their hair, but they dared not make a sound, afraid of disturbing the two inside. "

Oh dear, you're too big, so annoying." Han Xue stroked his penis with one hand, and in no time, it swelled up to the point that she couldn't hold it with one hand. She couldn't help but angrily tighten her grip on the large penis.

"Oh—be gentle, it'll kill me." Han Zhan groaned in a low hoarse voice. Was this girl trying to strangle him? The pain and pleasure from his penis made him involuntarily lean back slightly, supporting himself with his hands behind him, spreading his lower body to make it easier for Han Xue to tease him.

Han Xue smiled mischievously at him, releasing her grip on the silk quilt and encircling his penis with both hands. The pleasure of being tightly wrapped and the beautiful body revealed after the quilt slipped down made Han Zhan's breath catch in his throat. His dark eyes shone brightly, like a raging fire burning across the midnight fields, making Han Xue's face flush red.

Chapter 16. Affection in the Carriage

After her hands were clasped around his penis, it became more difficult to both hold it tightly and stroke it. One wrong move and it might break. Han Xue moved slightly, eliciting a cry of pain from Han Zhan. He glared at her, and Han Xue pouted defiantly, "Then move yourself if you want to feel good."

Han Zhan lifted his hips and pushed upwards. "Oh...too tight." He couldn't help but cry out, "Relax, Xue'er, I can't move like this."

Soft sucking sounds and faint panting could be heard outside the carriage. Hearing the passionate sounds coming from the carriage, everyone blushed, yet still excitedly pricked up their ears to eavesdrop. This was the princess and the mighty Lord Zhan's passionate performance, something they didn't hear all the time. Although the princess wasn't bad-tempered, who would dare to be disrespectful in front of Lord Zhan normally? They'd be asking for trouble. Everyone knew that only the kind and delicate princess could subdue the fierce Lord Zhan, but no one expected that the seemingly fragile princess would be so powerful in bed, completely controlling Lord Zhan. Ouch—a nosebleed! A nosebleed!

At this moment, the carriage was nearing the city gate. Han Qiuxin sensed something was wrong as he watched the princess and her entourage approach, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Seeing them get closer, he hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute to the carriage, but before he could even open his mouth, Wang Zhengyi and Lu San each covered his mouth and held him down. He struggled, confused, when he saw everyone gesturing for silence. He glanced at their strange, flushed faces, then noticed the princess's carriage swaying rhythmically, and the sounds from inside drifted into his ears.

"Ouch, be gentle!" Han Zhan's forceful thrusts made Han Xue's hands almost unable to hold his manhood.

Han Zhan's eyes were fixed on Han Xue's body, swaying slightly with his thrusts, her breasts rippling, dazzling his eyes: "Xue'er, oh...you're so beautiful...ah..." His lower body was tightly gripped by Han Xue's delicate hands, his eyes enjoying her beautiful body. Han Zhan panted heavily, unable to resist thrusting harder, causing Han Xue's body to sway even more violently, her breasts to heave even more, and the carriage to shake even more violently.

Han Qiuxin stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the carriage. The clear sounds in his ears confirmed that the adulterous couple inside—cough—were none other than Lord Zhan and his princess. Lord Zhan and the princess had lived together since childhood and were already considered a couple by everyone. They had been anxious for this for so many years, and now these two had finally—no, finally—come together, which was something to celebrate. However, openly engaging in illicit relations—uh—affection in a carriage was really inappropriate. But who cared? The most important thing was that these two were finally together, and it was also most beneficial to the current situation. Hmm, not bad, not bad.

Han Qiuxin used his eyes to signal the two men to release him, then slowly straightened his clothes, waved for the other welcoming ministers to quietly retreat, and walked to the carriage to eavesdrop. "Just kidding, not everyone has the chance to eavesdrop on Lord Zhan and the princess doing their business. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if you do, you can brag to the emperor later.

" "Ah...no, that's too rough!" Han Zhan's thrusts were too forceful, making it difficult for Han Xue to hold him.

"Xue'er...oh...ah...so beautiful...Xue'er..." Han Zhan, while fantasizing about Han Xue's body, thrust his hips vigorously. The physical pleasure and the beautiful scenery made him groan and exclaim in admiration as he thrust.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm so tired," Han Xue loosened her clasped hands, shaking her slightly sore hands, and frowned at Han Zhan. This man really didn't know to finish quickly; her hands were so sore.

"Oh..." Han Zhan groaned, lying down weakly, panting heavily. Being stopped halfway through—what man could stand that? "Xue'er, like this...stopping...will kill someone."

The people outside the carriage listened with great interest, even those whose noses were bleeding, pinching their noses and continuing to eavesdrop. Stopped halfway through? All the men present felt immense sympathy for Han Zhan, while all the women wanted to scream at his thoughtfulness towards Han Xue. Just because the princess was tired, Lord Zhan was willing to stop. How considerate! He was the best role model for a future husband.

"Oh...no...Oh God...Xue'er...mmm..." Han Xue, who had only intended to play a prank on Han Zhan, couldn't help but soften at the sight of his discomfort. Besides, after caressing Han Zhan earlier, she had also become aroused, and her vagina was overflowing with love fluid. So she straddled Han Zhan's body and slowly sat down, holding his penis. Because his penis was now fully erect, Han Xue could only twist her body as she sat down to allow his penis to squeeze into her vagina, which made Han Zhan groan loudly in pleasure.

Han Zhan shouted so loudly that Han Xue couldn't help but slap him shyly. "Don't shout so loudly, the people outside will hear you."

Han Zhan smiled and sighed, "Baby, they've been listening all the way here. Aren't you saying this a little too late?"

"Huh?" Han Xue was dumbfounded. "What should we do?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll remember to kill them to cover it up. It's only a little over a hundred people, it'll be quick." Han Zhan pulled Han Xue close to his chest, kissed her sweet red lips, and entwined his tongue with hers, licking and twisting it. However, he exuded a strong murderous aura, which frightened the crowd eavesdropping around the carriage, causing them to scatter in all directions, no longer daring to linger near the carriage. Fortunately, the carriage had already entered the palace gates, and the crowd stood far away, guarding the carriage. They no longer dared to eavesdrop. It was no joke to anger Lord Zhan. Fortunately, what they had heard before was enough to brag about. The crowd dispersed, some satisfied with stopping their nosebleeds, others drinking water to calm their fever.

Han Zhan kneaded one of her breasts with one hand and caressed her buttocks with the other. His lips and tongue sucked at the nectar from her lips, refusing to let go. His lower body moved slightly, allowing Han Xue to slowly engulf him completely.

"Mmm..." Han Xue struggled to break free from Han Zhan's domineering tongue, half-supporting herself. Her love juices weren't enough, and he was too engorged. Although he had tried his best to be considerate, such penetration still made her uncomfortable. "It's too full, don't go all the way in, uh..." Before she could finish speaking, Han Zhan sealed her mouth tightly, his tongue sucking on hers.

Han Zhan stopped forcing his way in, his hands instead covering her breasts, kneading and playing with them. When Han Xue was almost out of breath, he released her translucent red lips and instead kissed her jade-like snow neck, nibbling and sucking on the countless red marks.

The intense lovemaking had exhausted Han Xue's strength. Just half-supporting herself made her hands tremble uncontrollably. Han Zhan tenderly kissed her ear, then rolled her over into a position where he was on top of her. His massive penis slipped out of her vagina due to their movements, pounding heavily against Han Xue's thigh.

Chapter 17. Affection in the Carriage 2

"Mmm..." Han Xue held Han Zhan's head buried in her chest, involuntarily arching her chest to allow him to suckle deeper. This intimacy, like a baby nursing from its mother, and the pleasure of having her nipples suckled forcefully, made her moan softly. Han Zhan's hands lovingly kneaded one of Han Xue's breasts, while his lips and tongue sucked and pulled at the tip of the other nipple. His other hand reached between her legs, caressing her vulva, and slowly probing and thrusting two fingers together, stimulating her to release her nectar.

"Zhan...I want..." The two fingers inside her were thrusting faster and faster, but this only intensified the tingling and unsatisfaction within her. Having tasted the pleasure of his penis, her fingers, though pleasurable, couldn't compare to his shaft.

Han Zhan opened his bloodshot eyes, large beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. His desire had already reached its limit, but because Xue'er was unwell, he had had to grit his teeth and endure it. Now, receiving his lover's instruction, he was almost impatient, gripping his penis and thrusting it in all the way, causing Han Xue to cry out, "Ah...no..." After taking a few deep breaths, Han Xue said in a trembling voice, "No, it's too big, it's uncomfortable."

Han Zhan supported himself on either side of Han Xue's body to prevent himself from crushing her, and slowly withdrew his lower body, beginning to gently thrust in and out. He tightly closed his eyes, afraid that looking at Xue'er's beautiful body would cause him to lose control of his desire and hurt her.

Panting, Han Xue wrapped her two snow-white thighs around Han Zhan's lean waist, one hand holding his back, the other gently wiping away the large beads of sweat from his forehead. "I... feel much better, don't hold back..."

Han Zhan's heavy breaths, hot and rapid, clearly indicated his urgent need. "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, and I'll stop."

Han Xue responded to his tenderness with a kiss, her heart overflowing with sweetness. Her delicate kisses, full of her love, flowed into Han Zhan's mouth, slowly licking and sucking, expressing her emotion and sweetness.

Compared to Han Xue's gentle tenderness, Han Zhan felt like he was being roasted on fire, his lower body throbbing and screaming for release. He had endured it all for Han Xue's sake, but this girl was now adding fuel to the fire, truly trying to kill him. "Xue'er... um..." He couldn't help but accelerate and increase the force beneath her. "I... can't... hold back... ah..."

"Zhan..." Han Xue moaned weakly. She only called Han Zhan by the single word when she was extremely aroused; normally, she called him by both words together.

Han Zhan untied Han Xue's legs from around his waist, climbed off her, knelt between her legs, spread them wider, and then, holding her thighs, thrust his desire inside. "Mmm..." Han Xue's body tightly enveloped him, making him groan with pleasure.

"Ah..." The feeling of being instantly filled made Han Xue exclaim in surprise.

"Is this alright?" Han Zhan's chest heaved violently, his body trembling slightly; he simply couldn't hold back any longer.

The throbbing rod that had entered her body trembled slightly. Han Xue felt an indescribable tingling and numbness where they were connected, and she couldn't help but moan, "Ah... Zhan... I want..."

Looking at Han Xue's alluring, water-like charm, Han Zhan's heart trembled. He gripped her white jade legs tightly and began to thrust rapidly. The thick rod moved in and out quickly, causing Han Xue's vaginal canal to slowly tighten. The already tight canal felt as if it was trying to squeeze him out. Each insertion brought him unparalleled pleasure. Han Zhan closed his eyes and breathed heavily, thrusting rapidly and heavily. The unique "slap slap" sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the carriage, fast and loud.

The guards who were watching the carriage from a distance stared at the wildly shaking carriage, and a few words floated to their minds in unison: "The battle is so intense."

"Do you think the carriage will break apart under Lord Zhan's force?" Han Qiuxin asked anxiously. If it falls apart, should they avoid it first, or wrap it up with a cloth, or wrap it up now just in case?

"You seem to be worried about the wrong thing. We should be more worried about Miss! Lord Zhan is so fierce, can Miss handle it?" Cai Jiu squinted at the carriage that was convulsing and said to Han Qiu.

"The carriage is wrapped in two layers of iron, and the frame under the carriage is made of black iron. It won't break. Judging from the situation, it is more likely that Miss will fall apart." Wang Zhengyi also chimed in.

The group quickly gathered around and stared at the swaying carriage, whispering among themselves, discussing the various possibilities with great interest. Some of the bolder ones even set up a betting game.

"Oh... Xue'er... um... slow... slow down..." A strong contraction came from Han Xue's acupoints, and Han Zhan felt weak all over. He almost couldn't help but ejaculate. He had been thrusting rapidly and violently, each time penetrating to the hilt.

"Zhan... um..." Han Xue felt an intense pleasure rising from her lower body, growing stronger and stronger. The surrounding environment made her bite the corner of the blanket tightly, afraid to make a loud sound, but Han Zhan's moans stirred her heart again and again, making her body and mind feel even more pleasure, a pleasure that originated from her soul and was deeply ingrained in her bones.

"Xue'er... with... me... oh... roar..." With a low growl, Han Zhan buried himself heavily in the deepest part of Han Xue's softness, trembling as he released his hot, thick fluid into her jade pot.

Han Zhan gently removed the corner of the blanket from Han Xue's mouth, licking away the tears that had slid down her cheeks during the passion. With one hand, he pulled Han Xue into his arms, gently patting her still slightly twitching body, while with the other hand, he used his inner strength to gently massage the sides of her thighs. With the force of his thrusts during the passion, the sides of her jade legs would surely be bruised and purple. "Are you alright?"

"My legs are so sore, I can't move. I'm afraid I can't walk to see my Emperor brother." Han Xue, slightly out of breath, buried her face in Han Zhan's neck and said shyly, "It's so sticky and uncomfortable there."

Han Zhan chuckled at her words, only to be pinched by the little ostrich nestled in his arms. "You lie down and rest for a while, I'll take care of it." He helped Han Xue lie down on the couch, his finger touching her tailbone, eliciting another gasp from Han Xue. "Hehe, so sensitive?"

Han Xue's face flushed red, and she said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Don't laugh, or I'll never talk to you again."

"Okay, okay, okay, I won't laugh, I won't laugh." Han Zhan quickly agreed, but he couldn't stop smiling. He took out a handkerchief and water from a hidden compartment in the carriage, poured some water on the handkerchief, and carefully wiped Han Xue clean before tidying himself up. Han Zhan dug out a bundle from the silk quilt that had been used to wrap Han Xue, opened it, and took out the clothes inside to dress Han Xue one by one.

Han Xue blushed as she let Han Zhan do as he pleased. Her whole body was weak and sore, she didn't even have the strength to lift her arms, and indeed couldn't change her clothes herself.

Chapter 18 Returning to the Palace

After tidying his own clothes, Han Zhan pulled Han Xue into his arms and kissed her still flushed face, saying, "Can you hold me?"

"I don't have the strength." Han Xue leaned weakly into his arms, her delicate, bird-like appearance warming Han Zhan's heart. He couldn't help but kiss her affectionately again and again.

Supporting her jade-like back, Han Zhan said tenderly, "Close your eyes and sleep for a while.

We'll go to the Emperor's place after you wake up." "Okay, take me back to Feifeng Pavilion first, and have Xiao Lingzi go and inform my brother the Emperor, so he won't be waiting." Han Xue said, yawning. Ever since she had been intimate with Han Zhan, she seemed to have been sleeping and sleeping. "Sigh~~! I haven't been awake for very long all day." Han Xue muttered, closing her eyes. Her seemingly complaining words made Han Zhan chuckle again.

Holding Han Xue tightly in his arms, Han Zhan opened the car door, ignoring the retreating guards, and leaped onto the roof of a nearby palace pavilion. With a few swift leaps, he arrived at Han Xue's palace—the Flying Phoenix Pavilion. Entering through the window, he gently placed Han Xue on the bed, covered her with the silk quilt, and tucked in the corners before opening the door to the inner room. Reaching the outer hall, he found several palace maids and eunuchs already waiting. Han Zhan said to one of the eunuchs, "The princess is tired and has just fallen asleep. Please inform the Emperor that she will be received when she wakes up." Xiao Lingzi was a trusted confidant given to Han Xue by Huangfu Haotian when he was still the Crown Prince. Over the years, only a few people had remained in the Flying Phoenix Pavilion, but they were all courteous and understanding. Han Xue was used to them; despite the concubines from other palaces coming to request their return several times, she had never agreed to send any of them away.

Several palace maids and eunuchs quietly bowed to Han Zhan and then silently withdrew from the outer room, standing outside the bedroom to wait. They were all veterans of the palace, having served in Feifeng Pavilion since its inception. Serving in Feifeng Pavilion was the easiest yet best-paid position. Han Xue was an easy mistress to serve; they didn't need to scheme against each other or concern themselves with the power struggles between other palaces. Moreover, Han Zhan managed Han Xue's daily life, leaving them with almost nothing to do except for routine cleaning, serving tea and water, and delivering meals. Therefore, they served Han Xue with utmost care. Furthermore, Han Xue was deeply favored by the Emperor and the Retired Emperor. Over the years, those serving in Feifeng Pavilion carried more weight in the palace than those in other palaces, making all the palace maids and eunuchs envious.

Han Zhan returned to the inner chamber and sat cross-legged on the chaise lounge in front of Han Xue's bed. Previously, he could only stay in the outer chamber to watch over her, but now that their relationship was closer, he could naturally enter the inner chamber. He glanced at Han Xue's sleeping face, then closed his eyes and began to cultivate his internal energy.

Meanwhile, outside Feifeng Pavilion, the Twelve Guards and Han Qiuxin were whispering amongst themselves. Xiao Lingzi, who had just returned from the Imperial Study with a message, was very curious. He stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Xiao Lingzi greets you gentlemen."

"Hah!" The group jumped in surprise. They were discussing whether Han Zhan would be angry and how he would punish them. A sudden voice at this crucial moment startled them so much they almost jumped up and ran away.

"This servant has frightened you gentlemen, I'm truly sorry," Xiao Lingzi quickly apologized.

"It's alright, it's alright, hahaha," Cai Jiu hurriedly waved his hands. They were guilty of something, so they couldn't blame anyone else.

"Eunuch, are Lord Zhan and the Princess inside?" Wang Zhengyi asked Xiao Lingzi in a low voice.

Xiao Lingzi looked suspiciously at the strange expressions on the faces of the Twelve Guards and Han Qiuxin, and said in a shrill voice, "The Princess is asleep. Lord Zhan should still be meditating inside."

The Twelve Guards looked at each other. Han Qiuxin coughed lightly and asked cautiously, "Has Lord Zhan asked about us?" "

Lord Zhan only instructed me to send a message to the Emperor. He hasn't asked about you gentlemen." Seeing everyone breathe a sigh of relief, Xiao Lingzi covered her mouth and laughed, "Did you gentlemen do something to offend Lord Zhan?"

"Uh..." Everyone's faces stiffened, and they looked around awkwardly, not daring to meet Xiao Lingzi's gaze.

Having grown up in the palace, Xiao Lingzi might not have many other skills, but she certainly had a knack for reading people's expressions. He could glean some meaning from their expressions, and immediately reassured them smoothly, "My lords, there's no need to worry too much. I don't think Lord Zhan is particularly concerned about your affairs. Just now, after instructing me to deliver a message, he went back to the princess's chambers to meditate."

"It would be strange if he could be separated from the princess now, wouldn't it?" Xiong Jinzhou winked at everyone knowingly, eliciting knowing laughter. These two were deeply in love; why would they bother them? They were just confused. They only hoped that Lord Zhan would focus his attention on the princess and forget about them.

"I should return to Feifeng Pavilion to report. I'll take my leave now." Although curious about the meaning behind the Twelve Guards' words, the primary rule for survival in the palace was not to be curious, and he naturally couldn't make such a mistake.

After bidding farewell to the Twelve Guards with a smile, Xiao Lingzi slowly returned to Feifeng Pavilion. He saw several palace maids still waiting at the palace gate. Looking up at the sun's position, he instructed a few eunuchs to prepare hot water before heading to the imperial kitchen. Although the princess didn't eat much staple food, she couldn't be without various kinds of snacks, and he needed to prepare them before she woke up.

When Han Xue awoke, the room was already bathed in the glow of dawn. She stretched lazily and looked up to meet Han Zhan's resolute eyes. A sweet smile appeared on her lips, and she lovingly stretched out her arms to him, "Hug me!"

Han Zhan smiled indulgently, got off the chaise lounge, walked to the bedside, and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms. "Did you sleep well?"

She snuggled against his broad, strong chest, grumbling slightly, "Why am I always the one who gets tired? It's so unfair!" Even though Han Zhan was the one doing all the work, she was always the one with a sore back, while Han Zhan always looked refreshed and energetic.

Han Zhan chuckled softly at her words, kissed the top of her head, and gently pulled her out of bed. "Xiao Lingzi prepared some snacks and hot water for you. Would you like some snacks first, or a bath?"

Hearing the word "snacks," Han Xue's eyes crinkled with a smile. "I want to eat while I bathe."

Han Zhan affectionately pinched her delicate nose, shaking his head helplessly. "The snacks are in the outer hall. Get up and have some first. I'll have them bring the hot water into the bathroom."

"Okay." Seeing Han Zhan about to leave, Han Xue suddenly remembered something and quickly grabbed his hand, only to see him turn back to look at her, puzzled. She said, "Have them close the palace gates and turn away anyone who comes. Just say I'm resting and not receiving guests." The situation in the palace is unclear, so it's best for her to avoid it for now. The fact that she hadn't received any prior notice of envoys from various countries coming to Biluo indicates that this matter is not simple.

"I'll go right away." Han Zhan nodded and quickly left the inner room.

Han Xue leisurely got out of bed, slipped on her shoes, and without even putting them on properly, dragged them along, making a "tap-tap" sound as she walked towards the outer room. Upon seeing the table laden with various exquisite pastries, she cheered and pounced on them. She deftly picked up a pink flower cake, took a small bite, and squinted her eyes to savor the sweetness. Her expression of enjoyment made the palace maids standing on either side cover their mouths and giggle.

Chapter 19 The Bathroom Defense

Han Xue gave the giggling maids a playful glare, picked up a plate of rose cakes, and ate as she walked towards the bathroom behind her bedroom, the "tap-tap" sound echoing all the way. Han Xue's bathroom was designed by herself, somewhat like an old-fashioned Japanese bathroom. Hot water was heated in the outer room and flowed through a drain into the bathtub, where it was mixed with cold water also drawn from the outer room. When Han Xue entered the bathroom, it was filled with steam, clearly indicating that the hot water had been prepared for some time. She waved away the palace maids who were tending to her bathing supplies, and as she placed the plate of snacks by the pool, she picked up a piece and began to slowly undress while eating.

When Han Zhan entered with Han Xue's change of clothes, he was greeted by this eye-catching undressing show. Watching her graceful body slowly emerge from beneath her clothes, his desire rose again. He set Han Xue's clothes aside and quietly removed his own. As Han Xue, now only wearing her bodice, greedily reached for the snacks, he pulled her into his arms from behind. One hand precisely covered her breasts through the bodice, kneading them, while the other covered her gasp.

"Ah—ooh…" Han Xue was startled and about to cry out when her mouth was covered. Feeling the familiar male body pressed against her back, she rolled her eyes and angrily slapped the large hand that was ravaging her chest.

Han Zhan chuckled and released his hand from her mouth, instead gently caressing her red lips. He pressed his lips to her delicate earlobe and chuckled deeply, "I told you I have no resistance to you. You shouldn't have undressed in front of me."

"Um—" Han Xue opened her mouth to protest, but a rough finger on her lips invaded her mouth. She angrily clenched her teeth and bit down hard on the finger that was relentlessly pursuing her tongue.

"!~~" Han Zhan gasped in pain and quickly pulled his finger away. "Tsk, my little kitten's teething." That was hard; it was bruised and bleeding.

"Who told you not to let people speak?" Han Xue secretly stuck out her tongue, looking at her finger where she had bitten deep teeth marks. She felt a little sorry for herself, but she refused to admit defeat. She turned around and pointed at Han Zhan's chest, scolding him, "See if you dare to sneak up on me again."

Han Zhan's eyes sparkled as he looked at the jade breasts swaying before him, and he sighed softly, "If it were like this every day, I'd be willing to be bitten to death." He nimbly reached out and grasped the two round breasts, kneading them admiringly.

"You lecher!" Seeing Han Zhan's lustful look, Han Xue felt both shy and sweet. She raised her hand and punched his chest, scolding him angrily, "Haven't we done this all the way here?"

Han Zhan released the jade breasts he loved so much, wrapped one arm around Han Xue's slender waist, and precisely caught the jade hand that was punching him with the other. "To die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, is still romantic..."

The last word was swallowed by their joined lips. Han Zhan's tender tongue entwined with hers, sucking and chasing until Han Xue let out a protesting moan, only then did he reluctantly release her.

Han Xue buried her face in Han Zhan's neck, panting, her small hands pinching and twisting the soft flesh of his waist. This man had extraordinary stamina; she, so delicate, was no match for him. Every time they made love, she was exhausted, while he seemed completely unaffected, full of energy.

Han Zhan raised an eyebrow noncommittally, picked up Han Xue, and stepped into the bath. He sat down against the tub, placing Han Xue on his lap, his hands roaming over her body.

"Take that thing away, stop pressing against me." The hot, hard erection beneath her made Han Xue shift her hips uncomfortably, but the large hand that attacked her body startled her. She dodged Han Zhan's mischievous hand while glaring at him angrily.

"Haha, baby, I can't do that." Han Zhan chuckled, grabbing Han Xue's delicate hand and skillfully pulling her into his arms, where she tumbled and rolled into his embrace, held tightly in his arms. His strong chest rubbed against her back, his left hand reaching around to her left breast, cupping and kneading her right breast. With a slight pull, he pressed her against him, locking her tightly in his embrace. His right hand slipped between her legs, gently caressing her. "It missed you, comfort it."

Han Xue almost couldn't breathe, her body trembling slightly under Han Zhan's caresses. When did this man become so lewd and smooth-talking? Where did the cool, silent guy from before go? Her jade-like hand slapped hard against the large hand kneading her chest. Han Xue twisted her body, trying to avoid Han Zhan's wicked hand. "I don't want it anymore, let me go, you big pervert."

"Just a little bit, okay?" Han Zhan pleaded breathlessly, impatiently nibbling and kissing Han Xue's jade-like neck.

"No, you always make me so tired." Han Xue struggled uncontrollably. Every time, she was so tired that she wanted to sleep. She had things to do tonight, and she couldn't fall asleep again.

"Xue'er—" Han Zhan breathed heavily as he turned Han Xue around, lowered his head, and took one of Han Xue's breasts, which was exuding a milky fragrance, into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Ah...no—um..." The intense stimulation on her chest made Han Xue cry out. The lustful man in front of her didn't take her protests seriously at all, kneading and sucking on both of her jade breasts. The forceful stimulation showed Han Zhan's urgent need and also aroused her lust.

"No, I have things to do tonight—um…we have to do it—" Han Xue tried hard to suppress the moan that was about to escape

her lips, trying to reason with the man who was working hard on her chest. Han Zhan kneaded one of her breasts with one hand, sucking on the other, while his other hand reached between Han Xue's legs, his thick fingers eagerly probing into her body, thrusting in and out.

"Ah…" Han Xue couldn't help but arch her back, the pleasure overwhelming her reason. No, if this continued, she would definitely surrender soon. Han Xue hardened her heart, aimed at Han Zhan's crotch, and kicked lightly with her jade leg, accurately hitting his erect penis.

Han Zhan groaned and released his grip on Han Xue, covering his treasure that Han Xue had hit, feeling relieved that this girl knew how to control her strength, otherwise he would have no offspring. At the same time, he was extremely disappointed. Even after all this, he still couldn't seduce this girl. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to accomplish anything today.

Seeing Han Zhan clutching his genitals and remaining silent, Han Xue assumed she had really hurt him. Feeling guilty, she stroked Han Zhan's arm and said weakly, "See if you'll do this again next time. I already told you I don't want it."

Seeing Han Zhan's silence, Han Xue grew anxious. "Does it hurt a lot? Let me see." Saying this, she pried open Han Zhan's tightly clasped hands and gently touched his thick, erect penis.

A glint flashed in Han Zhan's half-closed eyes, a sly smile flickered across his lips, and a suppressed groan escaped his lips.

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt!" Thinking Han Zhan was in great pain, Han Xue gently rubbed his penis. Hearing Han Zhan's breathing quicken and deepen, Han Xue looked on in surprise as his penis throbbed in her hand in the water, growing even larger.

Narrowing her eyes, Han Xue watched Han Zhan's expression, which seemed to be both pain and pleasure. She slowly tightened her grip on his penis, stroking it back and forth. She whispered in his ear, "Is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable... ah—" Han Zhan's ecstatic expression lasted less than two seconds before being replaced by pain. "Let go! ~~, let go quickly—" Han Zhan gasped, gripping Han Xue's wrists and gently pulling, afraid to use too much force, lest he hurt her.

"Poor thing, all limp." Han Xue pretended to gently stroke his penis, which was drooping slightly from her tight grip.

"Xue'er, if you ruin it, you'll never have any sexual happiness again." Han Zhan smiled wryly, pulling away Han Xue's hands, which were still deliberately stimulating his penis, and gently stroking his injured member. This girl really wouldn't suffer even the slightest loss; she was so ruthless, almost breaking him.

"Hmph!" With a light snort, Han Xue walked to the other side of the bath, picked up a towel and began to wash herself. When she caught sight of Han Zhan's gleaming wolf eyes, she made a face at him.

Han Zhan smiled indulgently, picked up a towel from the poolside, and began to wash himself. As he washed, still feeling a lingering urge, he glanced at Han Xue, who was getting out of the bath, and shook his head with a helpless smile. The situation in the palace was unclear; Xue'er must have a plan. He couldn't expect the girl to cooperate tonight.

Chapter 20: The Beauty Trap As

the lanterns were lit, Han Xue picked at her food, one grain at a time, while listening to Xiao Lingzi's report on the accommodations and gifts presented by the envoys from the three kingdoms.

"Beauties?" Except for the group from Jinsha, which she had stopped in Juxiang Town, the other three kingdoms had presented beauties and rare treasures. And these beauties were all incredibly alluring and seductive. According to Xiao Lingzi, the Emperor had been indulging in pleasure every night these past few days.

"Princess, you wouldn't believe how alluring that beauty Long Yue is! Even Xiao Lingzi would be completely captivated by her. Let alone the Emperor, a true man, how could he not indulge in nightly revelry?" Xiao Lingzi gestured with her delicate fingers, igniting Han Xue's intense curiosity about Long Yue.

"The Emperor summoned Long Yue to the Dragon-Subduing Palace tonight again," Xiao Lingzi fawned, reporting the latest news to please the princess.

Han Xue hastily ate a few grains of rice and pushed the bowl towards Han Zhan, then reached for the dessert plate, undecided whether to approach the envoys from the three kingdoms or check out the seductive beauty. Han Zhan quickly moved the dessert plate aside and pushed the almost untouched bowl of rice back to Han Xue.

"I can't eat anymore." Her chopsticks missed, drawing Han Xue's attention back. She pouted and pushed the bowl back to Han Zhan.

"If you don't eat snacks, you'll be able to eat your meal." Han Zhan pushed the rice bowl back to her and beckoned to the palace maid standing nearby to remove the snacks from the table. With such weak stamina, how dare she skip meals? No wonder she faints every time she does it. For the sake of his own happiness, he had to urge her to eat three meals a day at regular times and in appropriate portions.

"Ah... don't take them away! I want my snacks!" Han Xue cried out anxiously as the palace maids carried away the plates of snacks. But with Han Zhan present, the palace maids wouldn't listen to her, and she could only watch helplessly as her beloved snacks left her.

"You've lost weight recently, and you still won't eat properly?" Han Zhan frowned reproachfully at Han Xue, picking up the rice bowl and placing it in her hands.

Han Xue blinked her bright eyes, pleadingly tugging at Han Zhan's sleeve, silently hoping he would let her eat snacks instead of meals. Knowing what she wanted, Han Zhan firmly shook his head, instantly extinguishing the starlight in Han Xue's eyes.

"You don't eat properly, that's why you get tired so easily. Be good, eat a little." Han Zhan considerately picked up Han Xue's favorite dishes and put them in her bowl. "Eat at least half, then have some snacks."

Han Xue pouted aggrievedly, knowing that Han Zhan wouldn't give up if she didn't eat obediently. She could only pick up her bowl and shovel small bites of rice into her mouth, occasionally glaring at Han Zhan with resentful eyes.

Seeing Han Xue's childish behavior, Han Zhan shook his head helplessly, patted her head affectionately, picked up his bowl and ate seriously, occasionally putting more of her favorite dishes into her bowl.

After dinner, when Han Xue changed into a black silk dress and came out of the inner room, Han Zhan, who had also changed into a black outfit, raised an eyebrow with amusement. Although the silk dress was black, it was extremely gorgeous. It was a fifteenth birthday gift from the emperor to Han Xue, woven with the finest silk mixed with silver threads, and it could sparkle like a sky full of stars under the light.

This dress is one of a kind in the world. Aside from ordinary people, almost everyone in the capital knows who wears it. And although it's black, it's more conspicuous than the moon in the night. For Han Xue to wear this to stroll around someone else's rooftop is a bit too arrogant, isn't it?!

"Where do you want to go?" Wearing this, if she strolled around the palace rooftops, the patrolling guards would pretend they didn't see her, allowing her to pass without hindrance.

"Originally, I wanted to go to the post station to check on the envoys from the three kingdoms, but now I'm more interested in that beauty, Long Yue, so..." Before she could finish, Han Zhan frowned at her disapprovingly. Han Xue playfully stuck out her tongue, snuggled into his arms, and hugged his strong waist tightly, pouting, "I'm so curious! Take me to see her!"

"Seeing Mingri is fine too, no need to squat on the rooftop to see." What was this girl up to? Did he not know? Peeping is fine, but peeping at someone doing something is way too outrageous, especially since it means his woman will see another man's body. No man would agree to that.

What's there to see during the day? Han Xue pouted her red lips and protested, "Can't I see what I want to see during the day? Take me there, okay?"

Her soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, rubbing gently with her movements, sending a rush of heat to Han Zhan's abdomen. He pulled Han Xue close, pressing their lower bodies together, and whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you move again, I'll pin you to the table right now."

The hard object pressing against her stomach made Han Xue's eyes widen. She glanced at the palace maids and eunuchs standing by, her face burning red. After waving them away, she weakly said, "But I'm really curious about what that beauty Long Yue is capable of. Even my Emperor brother, who is so self-controlled, is infatuated with her and spends every night with her. Aren't you curious?"

Straightening his strong waist, Han Zhan said expressionlessly, "If I wasn't worried that you're too weak to handle it, we would have more than just spent every night with each other."

Han Xue's ears turned red with lust. She wrapped her arms around Han Zhan's neck and said playfully, "I don't care. If you don't take me today, you're not allowed in my room anymore."

This threat was very serious. Han Zhan's tiger eyes narrowed, and a chill emanated from him.

Han Xue shrank back, inwardly cursing him as a stingy man, burying her face in Han Zhan's neck, gently twisting her waist and rubbing against the hardness on her stomach. "If you agree to my terms, I'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get back, okay?" She had gone all out, even using her beauty as bait. If this still couldn't get Han Zhan to agree, then she would have to go to the inn tonight.

Han Zhan's eyes lit up, his large hand cupping and kneading Han Xue's shapely buttocks. "Really, I can do whatever I want with you?" Imagining the ecstatic scenes of making love with Han Xue in bed, Han Zhan's breathing became a little unsteady.

Han Xue responded softly, tightening her arms around Han Zhan's waist, holding him even tighter. Han Zhan's large hands made her feel hot all over, the hardness pressing against her stomach seemed to throb, and she could even feel her vagina getting wet.

Han Zhan was torn between 'letting Han Xue see Huangfu Haotian's naked body' and 'the temptation of being intimately entwined with Han Xue at will'. In the end, his desire for Han Xue won out. Han Zhan leaned close to her ear and asked in a low, husky voice, "No regrets?" Her red, translucent earlobe seemed to be inviting him, making him involuntarily stick out his tongue to lick it.

"Mmm... Han Zhan?" Han Xue let out a sensitive moan, turning her head to avoid Han Zhan's teasing, cupping his face with both hands to make him look at her. "You promised, right? No matter what you see, you can't go back on your word!" Han Zhan's eyes were as dark as a moonless curtain, exuding an intense aura of desire, making Han Xue feel hot all over. But she hadn't remembered to declare it beforehand, otherwise, if she saw something she shouldn't have, Han Zhan would just take her back, and she would lose both her love and her money.

Han Zhan rolled his eyes helplessly at Han Xue's spoilsporting behavior and asked listlessly, "Going to the Emperor's palace?" He took a deep breath to suppress his excitement.

"Mmm-hmm—" Han Xue nodded excitedly, filled with anticipation for sneaking into her brother's palace at night.

Han Zhan patted her head with a mixture of helplessness and affection. Although Huangfu Haotian doted on her, being spied on while he was with his concubine was another matter entirely. He hoped Han Xue wouldn't turn her joy into sorrow.

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