The Destiny of Going to Hell

After Yinsi recovered, he made an appointment to meet Minghui. He booked a private room. In fact, he didn't know whether Minghui would come to see him.

He tapped his fingers on the table, feeling anxious.

The next moment, Minghui opened the door and walked in.

Her skin is as white as snow, her hair is as dense as a weave, her eyes are as charming as charming veins, her lips are as red as cinnabar, and her eyes are like deep pools of black jade. Her skin is white and delicate, just like ivory carvings and jade carvings. Her every move is captivating.

Only after the divorce did he realize that Minghui was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Minghui, you're here. I didn't expect you would still want to see me." There was more expectation in his eyes, "Minghui, I know I was wrong. From now on, I will always put you first in everything."

"Don't leave me, okay?"

In the past, whenever he looked cold or aggrieved, Minghui would run to him without caring about anything else, but now, it seems that it is no longer effective.

"I have long since settled my differences with the Eighth Prince. You owe me more. How dare you let me go back and continue to be suppressed by you?"

Minghui had a very bad temper, and Yinsi was distracted for a moment. It seemed as if he had never understood the real Minghui. He thought Minghui was considerate and good at dealing with people.

But it seems that Minghui is the same as the bright, generous and lively woman he likes?

He was in a trance, but the plan could not go wrong. Yinsi calmed himself down and said, "I already knew that since you have decided to divorce, you will never reconcile with me again."

Yinsi smiled bitterly, "I owed you in the past, Minghui. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can ask me for help."

As Yinsi spoke, he handed Minghui a cup of tea.

It was a cup of tea that had been poured long ago. It was Yinsi's plan. Medicine was added to it, but he didn't know that all this was within Minghui's expectations.

"I will ask for help from my grandfather if I need anything, so don't bother Eighth Prince." Minghui took the tea with a cold face, raised the teacup to her lips, "But you do owe me, so I deserve a cup of tea from you."

Yinsi watched Minghui drink the tea, his eyes full of teasing. Although they were divorced, they were still physically intimate with each other, and maybe they had a child.

Even without children, he could still find a way to keep Minghui.

All women in this world are like this. Once they have physical contact with a man, they will be completely devoted to him. If they have a child, they will be even more willing to devote their lives to him.

The secret guards noticed that something was wrong and reported it to Kangxi early on.

After Minghui finished drinking the tea, her eyes were watery and her cheeks were flushed. The half-conscious Minghui became more and more charming. Yinsi could not help but look up. Seeing Minghui's eyes like spring water, he felt his heart beating faster and his mouth became dry.

He supported Minghui to the bedside and reached out to untie Minghui's clothes. Minghui slowly opened her eyes, looking drowsy.

Yinsi's eyes reflected a bright and incomparable beauty. The beautiful woman's facial features were delicate like a painting, and her bright and clear eyes were stained with desire. Her skin, which was white and glowing, as if it could squeeze out water, was also stained with a light pink by lust...

Even in such an embarrassing situation, she is still so beautiful.

Yinsi was about to kiss those red lips, but was suddenly pulled down by someone. The man kicked him several times in the heart and waist, and the pain made Yinsi unable to straighten his back.

"You beast! How could I teach you to be such a treacherous villain who takes advantage of others' misfortunes and uses despicable means!"

Kangxi was very angry. His face gradually darkened, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on his head. His brows were furrowed, like the wrinkles of a mountain. His eyes also became as sharp as a sword, as if they could pierce through people's hearts.

His breathing became heavier, his fingers clenched into fists, veins exposed, like a pine or cypress in the wind, shaky but tenacious.

"That's right. After all, you were born by a bitch from Xinzheku. No matter how much you teach me, I can't change your evil roots!"

Kangxi's slightly raised phoenix eyes were full of disgust and contempt. He looked at Yinsi coldly, as if he was looking at some poisonous insect that should be avoided.

The Eighth Prince hadn't yet reacted to why his father appeared here. He was first beaten up, and then scolded.

Kangxi was always vicious in his words, and these words made Yinsi feel disheartened and confused. It turned out that in the emperor's father's eyes, he was just a lowly child born by a whore.

Oh, how ridiculous!

Before Yinsi could recover from the blow, he saw his royal father pick up Minghui and walk away.

His royal father took away his ex-wife?!

What kind of earth-shattering magical scene is this?

Huang Ama and Minghui, he, they...

Yinsi watched as the emperor carried Minghui away and gently held her body. He could even hear the emperor coaxing Minghui in a soft voice, "Don't scratch it, hold on, it will be fine in a while."

He widened his eyes, realizing how embarrassing the situation he was in was.

He recalled that on the day of his tenth brother's birthday, the Emperor suddenly visited him and asked him to reconcile with Minghui. There was clear excitement in his eyes.

When did this happen? The Emperor actually coveted Minghui!

His thoughts turned over and over again, but one sentence echoed in his mind. He was completely hated by the emperor. Not to mention the fight for the throne, it was hard to say whether he could still survive...

Minghui was not very well behaved in Kangxi's arms. The heat made her twist her body constantly, and she even reached out her hand to touch Kangxi's face. Kangxi had no choice but to hold her naughty little hand.

While holding Minghui in his arms, Kangxi ordered Li Dequan to deal with those who knew about this incident today.

He carried Minghui back to the palace and summoned the imperial physician, but was told that the aphrodisiac could only be removed through sexual intercourse.

Kangxi was not a person who wanted to restrain himself. He was willing to respect Minghui, but wasn't there nothing he could do now?

After sending everyone away, Kangxi looked at Minghui with eyes that gradually became deep. He leaned down and looked at Minghui with a look of affection and lust.

He reached out and touched Minghui's neck, "Minghui, who am I?"

Minghui's eyes were blurry, her body was hot and uncomfortable, and she climbed onto Kangxi's body with her hands in a daze, rubbing her face on his chest, and making slight panting sounds.

Seeing Minghui climbing onto him, Kangxi was afraid that she would fall, so he put his big hand around her waist and gently called her, "Minghui, who am I?"

"Huang Ama."

Minghui's voice is soft and light.

Kangxi was not satisfied. He held Minghui's red lips with his mouth and said, "It's my husband."

Minghui and Kangxi's lips were pressed together, Kangxi's kiss became deeper and deeper, and as their breaths intertwined, Minghui was able to breathe less and less air.

...(Old rules in the group)

After a night of passionate love, Li Dequan, who was guarding outside the door, sighed in his heart. Princess Minghui still couldn't escape the clutches of her own emperor.

Yes, a beauty like Princess Minghui is certainly only worthy of her own emperor.

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