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

Hearing Duanmu Rong's praise, Shao Siming blinked her cold eyes, revealing a strange smile.

The image of Ying Zheng slaughtering everyone not long ago flashed through my mind.

He was indeed tired, but not from political affairs; he was busy helping a group of demons cultivate.

Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, the group lowered their voices.

Time flows slowly by.

After an unknown amount of time, Donghuang shook the empty wine jug. "Gone?"

At this moment, she was slightly tipsy, and her usually cold face was flushed with an alluring blush, making her exceptionally attractive.

The front of her dress, bulging from her plump breasts, was already damp with wine, revealing glimpses of its jade-like color.

She stood up unsteadily, her long, silk-clad legs feeling somewhat weak.

Slightly tipsy, he approached the group.

Her slightly dazed gaze looked down at Ying Zheng. As he slept, Ying Zheng lost his imperial majesty, and his handsome face carried the gentle temperament of a beautiful young man.

Donghuang's eyes widened slightly, his body shuddered a few times, and an impulse to devour the boy in front of him rose in his heart.

A cold wind blew by, and she snapped back to reality, inwardly cursing herself.

Donghuang, don't really degenerate into a pervert...

"Sister Donghuang?"

Looking at the tall and voluptuous senior in front of her, Duanmu Rong called out the name with some embarrassment.

Donghuang yawned and was about to answer when Yingzheng let out a soft cry and slowly woke up.

He stretched comfortably, feeling like he hadn't slept this well in a long time.

He opened his eyes and saw Shao Siming's fragrant and soft belly. He sat up and found that everyone was looking at him.

Why are you all looking at me?

Duanmu Rong blushed slightly and looked away, saying softly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I disturbed your rest."

Ying Zheng waved his hand dismissively, already well-rested. "It's none of your business. I woke up on my own after a good night's sleep."

As he spoke, he noticed that Donghuang, the great white swan, was currently quite tipsy.

Her indifferent face was flushed slightly, and her exaggeratedly long, smooth silk-clad feet trembled a little.

"How much did she drink?"

Ying Zheng asked the girls, "Donghuang is a cultivator who has reached the Golden Core realm, so it's impossible for him to get drunk so easily."

Wei Qianqian glanced at Donghuang, covered her mouth and laughed, "You've been drinking non-stop ever since you fell asleep."

Donghuang tilted his head and said calmly, "I'm not drunk..."

Ying Zheng: “…”

The girls: "..."

Does he look like he's not drunk?

Ying Zheng glanced at the wine pot in her hand; it was a Spirit Wine obtained from the system, and each pot contained a full hundred catties.

No wonder he was so drunk, Ying Zheng thought to himself with amusement.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Senior Donghuang to be so silly when he's drunk."

Wei Qianqian and Duanmu Rong exchanged a glance and chuckled softly.

Shao Siming clenched her little feet in embarrassment; her boss had made a fool of himself.

Ying Zheng sensed the time outside and said with a smile, "It's dark outside. Let's cultivate again tomorrow."

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the three girls nodded obediently.

Seeing Donghuang swaying unsteadily, Ying Zheng had no choice but to step forward and pick her up in his arms.

In an instant, he felt as if he were hugging a soft, warm ball of cotton, his palms sinking completely into the soft, jade-like flesh.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath. This white swan was truly voluptuous to the extreme, as if it could completely envelop a person.

He was lifted up in a hug, and Donghuang opened his somewhat dazed eyes, "Your Majesty..."

Her smooth, red lips were slightly parted, and the faint scent of wine mingled with her breath, brushing against his neck.

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes at her, then looked at Shao Siming and the other two and said with a smile, "Let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the group vanished into thin air.

Back in the back garden.

Feeling the familiar presence, Donghuang revealed a relaxed expression. She wrapped her arms around Yingzheng's neck, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

"Hehe, Your Majesty, you're so cute~"

As she spoke, she pouted her red lips and kissed Ying Zheng on the cheek.

Ying Zheng was speechless. "I'm a king, for goodness' sake. How dare you describe me as cute? Isn't that incredibly disrespectful?"

He angrily squeezed her plump, soft flesh with his palm.

The three of them, including Shao Siming, were extremely embarrassed. How could a high-class senior become so unrestrained when drunk?

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave now."

Wei Qianqian pulled Duanmu Rong away and ran away.

After seeing her senior's dark past, she was afraid she would be murdered to silence her.

Ying Zheng was speechless. He took out a recording crystal and recorded Donghuang's silly appearance.

Donghuang squinted, nuzzling his neck affectionately like a kitten.

Although her beautiful face was cold and expressionless, the faint blush added a touch of charm, and coupled with her silly movements, it was truly amazing.

Putting away the recording crystal, Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the still clueless Donghuang.

"I hope that when you wake up tomorrow, you will still have the courage to live."

Just as they were about to leave with Donghuang in their arms, several familiar auras arrived.

Ying Zheng paused slightly, glanced at the white swan in his arms, and sighed softly.

"You were destined to suffer this calamity."

Looking up, the people coming towards them were none other than the Grand Master of Fate, Hu Meiren, and several others.

When Da Siming noticed Donghuang's unusual behavior, her charming eyes instantly brightened.

With a light touch of her toes, her voluptuous and alluring body appeared before Ying Zheng.

"The Eastern Emperor?!"

Chapter 121 Daily Exploitation

Looking at the drunken Donghuang, Da Siming's beautiful eyes brightened slightly, and she reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Hehe, Donghuang, you've finally met your match!!"

With a hint of excitement in his voice, Da Siming took out the recording stone without hesitation and arranged it for Donghuang.

Seeing that she was going too far, even trying to lift Donghuang's skirt, Ying Zheng glared at her and said with a hint of annoyance:

"That's enough, you've gone too far. Be careful you don't end up in her hands later."

Upon hearing this, the High Priestess reluctantly put away the recording stone, saying, "Alright~"

As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed Ying Zheng on the cheek.

Yan Fei then approached and looked down at the unconscious Donghuang, unable to resist covering her mouth and chuckling jokingly.

"It is Your Majesty who is truly powerful, even bewitching my sect leader."

Hu Meiren reached out and poked Donghuang's slightly flushed, cool face, and said with a smile:

"This woman is huge! Your Majesty has struck gold."

This white swan is definitely the tallest in the back garden, with exaggeratedly long, jade-like legs and a cool, voluptuous bottom.

Not to mention men, even women find it hard to resist her charm.

Ying Zheng handed the Eastern Emperor over to the Phoenix Guard and took him to rest.

With his hands finally free, he managed to stretch them a little before being embraced by Hu Meiren again, sinking into her soft embrace.

Lady Hu looked at Ying Zheng with a smile, and asked with a hint of teasing, "Your Majesty, how do I compare to the Eastern Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng froze; this was a potentially fatal question.

To be honest, Donghuang would have to dote on even more than these women.

Aside from their size, they each have their own unique characteristics.

For example, Hu Meiren's skin is extremely delicate and jade-like, with faint blue veins flowing through it, creating a strong visual impact.

"Ahem, each has its own merits. Well, it's getting dark, time for dinner."