Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang gently turned the wine glass in his hand, his eyes swept across the tense faces of the crowd, but his tone remained gentle: "We are talking behind closed doors. If I am wrong, it will be a blessing for the Gao family. But if it comes true..."

He paused, the candlelight casting a swaying shadow on the rim of the cup. "By then, let alone the great cause of restoring the nation, the Gao family will probably be standing on the edge of a cliff. If we are not careful, we will be doomed."

Gao Baozang's smile froze on his face, and there was a hint of panic in his cloudy eyes: "My dear son-in-law, you worry too much. I dare not, I dare not."

Gao Nanfu's knuckles turned white as he held the wine glass, his Adam's apple rolled up and down but no sound came out. He was secretly surprised that Lin Lang was no ordinary person and could actually predict the future.

Li, who had just been delighted with the seven hundred taels of gold, was now trembling all over and dared not even breathe for a moment.

Cui dug her fingers deep into her palms and the color drained from her face, fearing that her husband Gao Baozang's secret dealings with the Mohe would be exposed.

Princess Pyongyang's hands, holding the silk handkerchief, trembled slightly. She was worried about the safety of her natal family and afraid that what Lin Lang said would come true. Her eyes shifted back and forth between Lin Lang and her father and brother.

"Your Majesty, you must be overthinking it. Please don't scare me!" Princess Pyongyang couldn't hide the trembling in her voice.

Lin Lang placed his wine glass heavily on the table, making a crisp sound. "I extorted this gold from the Andong Protectorate today as compensation. I want to make life easier for the Gao family in the future. If the Gao family uses this money to recruit soldiers..."

He deliberately didn't finish his words, but everyone in the hall shuddered at the same time.

The servants stood in the corner holding their breath, not even daring to breathe heavily.

Jin Zhongzhao secretly glanced at Gao Baozang's face and saw cold sweat on the head of the family's forehead. He thought to himself: Oh no, could it be that Lin Lang already knew that Gao Jiazang was secretly conspiring and communicating with the Mohe?

Gao Nanfu quickly put on a smile and bowed to Lin Lang, saying, "Brother-in-law, you're joking."

"My Gao family has long been a subject of the Tang Dynasty. Now that the former territory of Goguryeo has been incorporated into the Tang Dynasty, we should abide by the law. My father is now receiving a salary from the Tang Dynasty and would never dare to overstep the boundaries, let alone have any inappropriate thoughts."

Lin Lang looked at Gao Nanfu with a look full of oppression, and Gao Nanfu's back was soaked with cold sweat due to his guilty conscience.

Then, Lin Lang smiled and said, "That's great."

"When I led my troops to attack Goguryeo and sweep across Baekje and Silla, I was ordered by my brother, Li Zhi, to unify the Chaoxian Peninsula and lead to the destruction of Goguryeo. It was truly a case of each serving his own master."

Hearing Lin Lang's words, Gao Nanfu and his father Gao Baozang fell silent. They felt that Lin Lang's words made some sense, but not much.

Lin Lang continued, "From the day Gu Ying married Concubine Shu, he became the son-in-law of the Gao family, and his fate was naturally tied to the Gao family."

"When I was discussing politics with His Majesty in the palace, my brother repeatedly suggested taking Yuan'er to the Tang Dynasty and holding him as a hostage. However, I pledged my life and property to ensure that the Gao family would not rebel. This is how I managed to ensure that Yuan'er could stay in Andong and be cherished by my father-in-law."

Lin Lang lied without blushing, after all, no one could tell whether what he said was true or false.

In addition to being good at making big promises and PUA, Lin Lang is also a master at gilding his own image.

Princess Pyongyang was moved after hearing this. After what Lin Lang did today to stand up for the Gao family, she began to believe Lin Lang's words without a doubt.

Although Gao Baozang was skeptical, he raised his glass and said, "My dear son-in-law, I offer this glass of wine to you. I thank you for your kindness to Yan'er over the past three years, and for your care for the Gao family in the court."

Lin Lang picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Princess Pyongyang poured wine for Lin Lang attentively and said gratefully, "Yuan'er is the lifeblood of my father, mother, and brother and sister-in-law. Your Majesty, please help my father and mother keep their grandson by their side!"

Lin Lang looked at Princess Pyongyang affectionately and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, my beloved. As long as the Gao family behaves themselves, no one will have any bad ideas about Yuan'er as long as I am here."

After hearing this, Princess Pyongyang smiled sweetly at Lin Lang, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Gao Nanfu also raised his wine glass, looked at Lin Lang and said with an apologetic smile: "Brother-in-law, I'll toast you a glass too. I'm not good at speaking, but my gratitude is all in the wine."

At this moment, Gao Nanfu has faced the reality. The fate of his family is in Lin Lang's hands. If he is not careful, the lives of his entire family will be in danger.

"Cheers!" Lin Lang shook his wine glass at Gao Nanfu and drank all the rice wine in the glass.

After the tense atmosphere eased somewhat, Cui asked tentatively with a smile, "Yan'er, you've been married for over three years, and you haven't given birth to a child for your husband yet?"

"Uh..." Princess Pyongyang was speechless for a moment and lowered her head shyly. She was still a virgin and had not yet consummated her marriage with Lin Lang. How could she be pregnant?

After hearing this, Sun Yizhen reflexively stroked her belly and thought: My belly is really doing well, it's already pregnant with Lin Lang's baby!

Seeing Princess Pyongyang was a little embarrassed, Lin Lang replied perfunctorily: "Shufei is just nineteen years old and is already preparing for pregnancy. There is no rush, no rush."

After hearing this, Cui didn't ask too many questions, but her meaning was very clear. She hoped that her daughter would give birth to a child for Lin Lang as soon as possible, which would not only make the Princess of Pyongyang more honored as a mother, but also make the relationship between the Gao family and Lin Lang closer.

Gao Baozang changed the subject and said, "Enjoy your meal, my dear son-in-law."

Princess Pyongyang looked at Lin Lang shyly, picked up the chopsticks and picked up some food for Lin Lang. There was guilt in her eyes towards Lin Lang, and she felt that she had neglected Lin Lang for three years, which was a bit too much.

When the dinner ended, the moon was at its zenith outside the palace.

Seeing Lin Lang getting up, Gao Baozang hurriedly followed him: "My dear son-in-law, I have asked the servants to clean out a room upstairs. You must be tired from traveling so far, so you should rest early."

He smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, and there was a hint of flattery in his attentiveness.

Cui Shi used the action of supporting her daughter to lean over to Princess Pyongyang and whisper in her ear: "Daughter, you must get pregnant soon so that you can gain a firm foothold in the palace."

"Yeah." Princess Pyongyang's cheeks flushed red, she lowered her eyes and responded softly, but her eyes unconsciously followed Lin Lang's tall back.

Cui gently tapped the back of Princess Pyongyang's hand with her fingertips. She glanced at Lin Lang, who was chatting with Gao Nanfu not far away, and whispered, "Your son-in-law is good to you. Don't be like your brother, who is obsessed with family and national hatred."

"We women only want a peaceful and stable life. Having a husband who loves us and children to care for us is the greatest happiness in life. Mom only wants you to be safe and sound, do you understand?"

Princess Pyongyang nodded, "I understand, Mom."

Immediately afterwards, a servant brought Lin Lang, Princess Pyongyang and Sun Yizhen to the prepared upper room, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with incense lingered around their noses.

After the servants left the room, Sun Yezhen stroked her pregnant belly and looked at Princess Pyongyang who was standing awkwardly at the door with a smile.

"Sister Shufei, I am pregnant, but the pregnancy is still young. It is your turn to sleep with His Majesty tonight."

Before Sun Yizhen finished speaking, Princess Pyongyang's face flushed instantly and she waved her hands in panic, "This... can't be done..."

"Why not?" Sun Yizhen blinked, deliberately moved closer to Princess Pyongyang, and whispered, "Your Majesty has already favored me during the day, and it will be your turn to sleep with him tonight."

“Uh…” Pyongyang’s little face suddenly turned red.

Sun Yizhen raised an eyebrow at Lin Lang, and without waiting for Princess Pyongyang to refuse, she turned and walked towards the bedroom in the suite, "I am tired, I will rest first."

"Good night, baby!" Lin Lang smiled gently at Sun Yizhen.

The moment the door closed, Lin Lang looked at the shy Princess Pyongyang and said gently, "It's late, my beloved, please go to bed early."

"Uh... yes, Your Majesty."

Princess Pyongyang's hands, clutching the hem of her skirt, were trembling slightly. She was too nervous to look at Lin Lang. Her heart was pounding wildly. She was looking forward to it, but also a little scared because she didn't understand the relationship between men and women.

The candlelight flickered in the side room, and the gauze curtains swayed gently in the draft.

Lin Lang first closed the window, then quickly walked to the bed, picked up the plain quilt from the soft couch, and said gently: "My beloved, you sleep on the bed, and I will sleep on the floor."

As soon as he finished speaking, Princess Pyongyang stepped forward to stop Lin Lang.

Blushing, she snatched the quilt from Lin Lang's hands, spread it on the bed again, and said shyly, "Your Majesty, how could I let you sleep on the floor?"

"Before, I was young and ignorant. I will now undress for Your Majesty and serve him in bed. I hope Your Majesty can put aside our past grudges and allow me to sleep with you tonight."

Princess Pyongyang pinched a corner of the quilt with her fingertips, and her eyelashes trembled violently when she made the bed. After she finished speaking, she wanted to pull her hand away to untie Lin Lang's belt, but because she was too flustered, her fingertips slipped several times and failed to untie it.

Lin Lang's throat rolled as he looked at the shy beauty in front of him, and it felt like there was a drum beating in his chest.

"Really, my beloved?" Lin Lang subconsciously grabbed the Pyongyang Princess's slightly cold wrist and looked at her blushing cheeks, which looked like fresh snow falling on a spring peach.

Princess Pyongyang raised her head shyly, and the moment their eyes met, the candlelight made her almond-shaped eyes sparkle.

"Really, Your Majesty, please favor me." Princess Pyongyang bit her lower lip and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"My beloved, I have finally waited for this day." Lin Lang heard an urgency in his hoarse voice that was unfamiliar to himself.

Princess Pyongyang looked at Lin Lang emotionally, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I will never act like a spoiled child again."

After hearing this, Lin Lang couldn't wait to hug Princess Pyongyang in his arms, and his warm breath hit his face.

She subconsciously grabbed Lin Lang's clothes, her heart beating like a drum, and her whole body fell softly into the arms with a faint smell of tobacco, like a crushed cloud.

Lin Lang placed his palm against the slender waist of Princess Pyongyang, and looked down at the pearl hairpins trembling in her hair. Suddenly, he felt that the icy beauty in front of him could be so gentle.

"My dear, you are so beautiful!"

Princess Pyongyang smiled and said, "Your Majesty, if I weren't such a beauty, would you have banished me to the cold palace long ago?"

Lin Lang did not answer, but couldn't help but kissed the Pyongyang Princess's delicate red lips.

Princess Pyongyang's breathing stopped, her heartbeat quickened instantly, and her breathing became rapid.

Lin Lang's kiss was gentle but carried an irresistible force. It began from the red lips of Princess Pyongyang and flowed slowly like the melting snow in spring.

His lips lingered, sometimes pecking, sometimes rolling, taking in the nervous and shy breath of Princess Pyongyang.

Princess Pyongyang was a little stiff at first, with her hands on Lin Lang's chest, but with this gentle and passionate kiss, her fingertips gradually lost strength, slowly slid down, and climbed up Lin Lang's neck.

The taste of the first kiss. Princess Pyongyang felt her mind go blank and could only let Lin Lang control her.

Lin Lang felt the response from the person in his arms and deepened the kiss.

Princess Pyongyang seemed to be frightened by this sudden intimate action, but she did not push Lin Lang away. Instead, she pressed herself closer to his arms and kissed him back passionately.

The candlelight in the room flickered, outlining the hazy outlines of the two people hugging each other on the gauze curtain.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the air seemed to dye the entire room with a layer of charming colors...