Qin Dynasty: I am the First Emperor, starting with the Moon Goddess.

"Big...King?!"

Her body stiffened instantly, and her fingers inadvertently tightened their grip, causing her to cry out softly in pain.

In the blink of an eye, the two were already close by.

Donghuang's exaggeratedly smooth, long legs instantly tensed, and her pink, jade-like toes awkwardly curled up.

I want to die!

At that moment, Donghuang felt an urge to die; he was too ashamed to face anyone!

It was one thing for Shao Siming to catch them in the first place, but now they've been caught by Ying Zheng, the very person in question?!

"Greetings... Your Majesty!"

She casually pulled her hand back, rose from the spirit pool, and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.

The spiritual liquid, exuding an aura of spiritual energy, dripped from her jade-like skin, outlining her alluring and mature beauty.

Ying Zheng coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed, and waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No need for such formalities."

The two exchanged a glance, a faint awkwardness hanging in the air.

Watching this scene, Shao Siming, her silk-clad feet almost digging out of the three-bedroom apartment, felt embarrassed for Donghuang.

Chapter 119 A Tragedy

The jade-white palace dress clung to Donghuang's tall and voluptuous figure, making her resemble a swan falling into the water, her elegance transformed into charm, and her aloofness gained a touch of softness.

Her bare, pinkish-white feet revealed clearly visible blue veins flowing with blood, and her rosy toes curled up adorably.

The rising mist gave it an ethereal and otherworldly air.

Looking at the beautiful silver-haired woman before him, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with a strange smile; he hadn't misheard.

Just now, while she was working, she was murmuring his name.

"Ahem, are you satisfied with life in the palace?"

Seeing Donghuang's embarrassed expression, Ying Zheng coughed and changed the subject.

Upon hearing this, Donghuang was taken aback for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"I will never forget Your Majesty's kindness in giving me this opportunity."

Having pursued the extraordinary realm her entire life, she had already broken through it.

Even the Yin-Yang School has been revitalized at the Immortal Martial Academy.

If at the beginning she felt resentment towards Ying Zheng, now she only feels gratitude and respect.

Looking at the proud white swan now submitting to him, Ying Zheng felt a strange mix of emotions.

He stepped forward, tilted his head slightly, and reached out to pinch her cold face.

"I've said it before, I don't like cold, aloof women."

Ying Zheng was somewhat embarrassed. Although his height had increased dramatically in the past six months, it had still been a short time.

Compared to the tall and robust Donghuang, he looked somewhat frail.

Donghuang was stunned for a moment, then remembered that when he first explicitly stated his intention to submit to the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng had said the same thing to him.

Looking at the majestic young emperor before him, Donghuang looked rather helpless.

"The King"

Her temperament was innate; there was nothing she could do about it.

Before she could explain, she heard Ying Zheng say with a smile, "However, I like you very much the way you are now."

This back garden is full of enchanting beauties, but there's no ice queen type here.

Ying Zheng decided to collect one, but the more important reason was that Donghuang used to be cold-hearted, but now he was only cold-faced.

The two are worlds apart.

Upon hearing this, Donghuang's slightly open mouth froze, and her pink tongue trembled playfully twice.

She blinked her big eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"what?"

Seeing her like this, Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh.

The contrast between the aloof, stunning beauty and the slightly dazed, adorable expression is striking.

"Ahem, don't worry about it. I quite like your type now."

Hearing Ying Zheng's perfunctory explanation, Donghuang sighed helplessly.

"I know it."

That's good, then we don't have to change ourselves to please Ying Zheng.

During their casual conversation, Wei Qianqian, who had finished her cultivation, opened her eyes and saw Ying Zheng's figure. She rubbed her eyes in surprise.

Realizing it wasn't her imagination, she exclaimed in surprise and lightly hopped to Ying Zheng's side.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, you've come to see me?"

As she spoke, she had already taken Ying Zheng's arm, her clear and bright eyes filled with admiration and infatuation.

Looking at this very outgoing girl, Ying Zheng chuckled helplessly. It seemed he had become an idol.

He ruffled her hair and said with a smile, "How's your cultivation going?"

Wei Qianqian smiled somewhat sheepishly and said happily, "The spiritual energy is abundant, and my cultivation speed has increased a lot."

On the other side, Duanmu Rong, who had already slowly woken up, looked at her best friend's bold actions and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.

She gracefully adjusted her skirt, rose, and bowed respectfully, saying, "This student greets Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng waved his hand dismissively and said, "Rise. There's no need to be so polite in private."

Duanmu Rong nodded gently, "Yes."

Surrounded by three vibrant young women, with the faint, sweet fragrance of virginity filling his nostrils, Ying Zheng stretched comfortably.

This feels so good. Although the fragrance of the fairies in the back garden is even more potent, they are people-eaters.

There's no such thing as a leisurely and comfortable life.

Donghuang leaned against the tree, her delicate hand holding a crystal wine pot. She leisurely squinted her eyes and took a sip from time to time.

His gaze lingered on Ying Zheng, who was playing a card game with the girl.

Without realizing it, a slight smile appeared on Wenrun's lips.

Donghuang chuckled softly, never expecting that the young emperor who commanded respect across the four seas would also have a childlike side.

Thinking of this, her plump lower body suddenly shuddered twice, startling her so much that she quickly drank a large mouthful of spiritual wine.

The glistening wine, carrying a hint of fragrance, flowed down her jade-like neck and into her smooth, snow-white flesh.

"What a tragedy!"

Feeling his body trembling with excitement, Donghuang let out a long sigh.

Seemingly sensing Donghuang's unusual movement, Ying Zheng raised his eyes and glanced at her. He saw that the tall white swan was now exuding a decadent charm.

He was somewhat surprised; this woman had been suppressing her volcano for decades, and it seemed she was about to break down.

"Your Majesty, what are you daydreaming about?" (by Zhao)

At this moment, Wei Qianqian's charming voice rang out.

"Ahem, it's okay."

Ying Zheng came to his senses, chuckled faintly, and pulled Shao Siming, who was watching the battle from the side, over.

"Young Master, come and play."

A hint of eagerness flickered across the girl's cool face as she nodded gently and said, "Okay."

They were three young women, close in age, who quickly became acquainted.

Although both Duanmu Rong and Shao Siming are taciturn and aloof.

With Wei Qianqian keeping the atmosphere lively, it didn't feel deserted.

Every now and then, the clear and melodious voices of the girls could be heard. Ying Zheng rested his head on Shao Siming's warm and smooth thighs, the delicate fragrance of the girls lingering around his nose.

A warm breeze blew by, and before long, Ying Zheng drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 120 This Tribulation Was Destined For

Ying Zheng let out a soft snore, and his breath brushed against Shao Siming's belly, making her feel a little itchy.

Seeing Shao Siming's strange expression, the two of them looked over curiously.

Wei Qianqian looked at him strangely. "It seems the King has fallen asleep."

Duanmu Rong pondered for a moment, then said with some admiration, "Even with such a high level of cultivation, Your Majesty is so tired that you can fall asleep."