Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

The Duke Zhenguo's Mansion became extremely lively because of Ruan Chuyin's return.

Zhao Wuji specially took Xinping and Xin'an to the seafood market on Liangsong Street to pick out some hard goods.

The dinner was a feast, especially the braised mackerel before them, a standout. Just one was enough for the whole family. Ruan Chuyin roughly counted the slices on the plate and estimated they were probably no less than 20 centimeters in size. This size was only slightly smaller than the California red abalone she knew. And a single California red abalone fetched an exorbitant price in her old world!

So after dinner, he called Yu Yu over and asked quietly, "Ah Yu, did you buy the mackerel today at the Liangsong Street seafood market? Do you know how much it cost?"

Yu Yu scratched his head and said, "Sister Ruan, I did buy it from there. I heard from Xinping that when Manager Zhao saw such a large croaker, he was so shocked that he couldn't even move his legs and bought it on the spot. He didn't say how much it cost, but I'll go ask now."

"No, no, I'm just curious, just asking." Ruan Chuyin waved her hand quickly, a hint of regret in her eyes. From what Ah Yu had said, this head of mackerel was hard to come by, and it would be impossible to supply it regularly in the building, so she immediately gave up.

The night is like a weave, and the moonlight is dancing.

In Qiu Shui Courtyard, two figures were hidden in the candlelight, confessing their long-cherished desires to each other.

The clouds stopped and the rain ceased, and Qin Guanzhi's anxious mood calmed down a lot. He hugged his beloved wife and told her a shocking news: Emperor Yong had canonized Princess Qinghe as the Imperial Noble Consort.

"Are you serious? Isn't she the Princess of Beiyue Kingdom? The Emperor of Beiyue is even willing to do this?" Ruan Chuyin was shocked, sitting up straight with a sudden somersault. Such an outstanding woman willing to be a mistress? Suddenly, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity with this strange world.

Qin Guanzhi observed her excited expression, then sat up and explained, "She's only a princess, not a princess. She's been Lu Yinnian's personal pawn. Her favor to the Emperor is far more valuable than Jiang Wenzhou's." He cast a meaningful glance at his beloved wife. A woman of Sun Wanning's talent and skill should have been renowned long ago. Lu Yinnian himself remained unmarried, yet he kept such a dazzling woman by his side, demonstrating his well-intentioned intentions. The Beiyue Crown Prince's cunning and tactics were undoubtedly on par with Jiang Wenzhou's.

"What will be the Queen's reaction?" Ruan Chuyin didn't believe that her mother-in-law could tolerate it with her temper.

Qin Guanzhi fell silent upon hearing this. He hadn't heard of Li Chanjuan's actions. If she had been present at the palace banquet that day, perhaps the current situation would not have been the same. Knowing the Empress, he knew a beauty like Sun Wanning would have been immediately married off to the son of a prominent official, such as Lord Yan, the Junior Minister of the Dali Temple, or the eldest son of the Minister of Rites, or simply sent back to Beiyue.

"Today, I spoke with Prince Linhuai about the Empress, who was reportedly still ill. He visited the palace two days ago but was unable to see her. The imperial physician diagnosed the Empress with a heart ailment, suggesting signs of a loss of consciousness. There's no other treatment for her besides rest and recuperation." This illness came with strange, intriguing consequences. This gave Princess Qinghe an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability. Jiang Xuanzhou was being quite polite to him today, hoping to ask his master for help in treating the Empress. Unfortunately, he's currently far away in Licheng, and it's likely he won't be back for some time.

Weiyang Palace, the sleeping palace of Emperor Yong

At this time, spring is beautiful.

A foot-long mutton-fat jade flute slowly slid across a smooth and delicate body.

The beauty on the couch had a flushed face, an expression of both pain and pleasure, and her cherry lips were open as she gasped.

Since she was sent to the dragon bed, she has been unable to get out of bed for three consecutive days, and almost every breath she took was spent in a trance.

The Great Yong Emperor's physical strength was astonishing, and his variety of moves was so amazing that even she, a seasoned "master", had to admit defeat.

"Your Majesty...are you...okay...?" Her voice was like a willow branch swaying in the waves, so charming that it was beyond words.

It had been a long time since Jiang Chenfeng had experienced such ecstasy. The towering breasts, the tender skin that could be squeezed to extract water, and the delicate complexion, all of them were filled with the breath of youth, making him unable to let go and couldn't stop.

"My dear, please be patient for a while." He liked to see her sweating and wild appearance, and felt that the happiness he lacked in his youth was suddenly filled back.

Finally, with the most high-pitched and delicate voice, Jiang Chenfeng suddenly put away the jade flute and moved forward.

Candlelight danced softly, and two figures shone brightly within the thin curtains. In the hazy light, Sun Wanning gradually lost herself in the chaos until her heart fell.

At the same time, in the Honglu Temple, Lu Yinnian was happily singing to the moon and drinking with his shadow in a beautiful courtyard.

He hadn't been this happy in a long time.

Sun Wanning's favor freed him from the concerns of Jiang Wenzhou and Prince Yixiang joining forces. As long as his "chess piece" could perform better and give birth to a dragon heir, he could still make more plans.

Thinking of this, he could no longer suppress the ecstasy in his heart and burst into laughter.

The slightly tipsy face was raised high, and the misty eyes were so beautiful under the moonlight that they made the mountains drunk and the world captivated.

In a trance, he seemed to see the tender green figure again.

"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you at Yaotai under the moon."

After humming softly, he raised his cup to the moon again and invited the fairy, shouting: "Would you like to drink with me?"

The desire in his heart was gradually fading away under the influence of the wine, and the beauty in the moon was becoming clearer and clearer, making him open his eyes wide, wanting to peek again and again.

The unique color, incomparable talent, unique style, the height like a bamboo and the graceful figure hidden under the skirt were like an addictive poison that made him obsessed, lost his heart and crazy.

After the dream begins, a new plan comes. He wants to personally embrace the fairy in the moon and lead her into the East Palace.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the first rays of dawn once again illuminate the earth.

Before the last trace of chill had dissipated from the air, a group of guests from afar arrived at the gate of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

Xiang Yunchi and his disciples finally caught up.