I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

"I'm your husband, you're my woman, so what if I do you?"

"Let me tell you, today I'm going to conquer you...!"

A thick aura of killing intent and the screams of women erupted from the Great Xia Kingdom's palace and the Southern King's residence.

Long Bin was furious. The dignified Southern King of the Great Xia Kingdom, the first heir to the throne, what's wrong with him? He won't even let him sleep in his wife's bed? What a damn good-for-nothing.

This Long Bin is not the real King of the South.

The real King of the South died of a heart attack due to excessive drug use and debauchery.

Long Bin, the military god of the special forces of the Great Dragon Kingdom, was unfortunately blown to smithereens by a beam bomb during a mission. While his three souls and seven spirits were floating in the air, he actually traveled to the Great Xia Kingdom more than two thousand years ago and became the Southern King Long Bin.

The Southern King, the first in line to the throne, Long Bin was quite pleased: Anyway, having lost his previous life, being reborn as a crown prince is incredibly lucky, very good, very good.

However, when he entered the bedroom, Princess Lan Yue of the South forbade him to get into bed and ordered him to leave.

Looking at his wife with her wide, phoenix-like eyes, Long Bin felt a strong urge to possess her.

He saw her snow-white long nightgown, with a jade belt around her waist, and her collarbone as white as solidified jade and her long legs sculpted like jade, which made his mouth dry.

Lan Yue, the second daughter of Lan Tianpeng, the chief steward of the royal palace, is a top student at Kyoto University with a doctorate in economics. She was betrothed to the Southern King when she was young.

The dead Long Bin is an incompetent playboy. Although he is legally the crown prince and the first in line to the throne, all the officials in the court look down on him. Everyone with eyes can see that the crown of the Southern King will not last long and will be abolished sooner or later.

Therefore, Lan Yue looked down on him. One of the three rules they agreed on after their marriage was that he was not allowed to enter her room, get into her bed, or touch Lan Yue's body.

After the memory information in the dead man's brain was copied into Long Bin's memory, Long Bin was so angry after learning about the three rules that he jumped up and down and cursed: "How dare you! I not only want to go into her room, but I also want to go to her bed and have sex with her!"

So he scrambled up and ran into Blue Moon's room.

Lan Yue was terrified when she saw the drunken good-for-nothing suddenly barge in.

"Long Bin, we have a three-point agreement. Don't try to eat swan meat like a toad. Get out of here!"

Long Bin replied irritably, "I'm here today to eat you, this swan."

Lan Yue's face changed drastically, and she shouted angrily, "Drunkard, get back to your room. Otherwise, once your throne is revoked, I will make you wish you were dead!"

"What did you say?"

With a "smack," Lan Yue fell onto the bed, stunned, and asked, "No one has ever hit me before. You, you, you dare to hit me?"

"Hit you?" Long Bin roared furiously, "You cursed me to lose my throne and made me wish I were dead. Hitting you is too lenient; I'll kill you!"

After saying that, Long Bin released a surge of murderous intent.

this……?

Lan Yue was stunned. In the two years of marriage, she had never seen her useless husband like this.

Moreover, where would such a useless person who neither writes nor practices martial arts come from, with such a strong killing intent?

"Is he still the weak and incompetent Prince of the South? How come he seems like a completely different person all of a sudden?"

Long Bin disliked studying and martial arts from a young age. As an adult, he spent his days indulging in pleasure and never returned to the palace. He was a good-for-nothing who was neither good at literature nor martial arts.

Lan Yue was born into an ancient martial arts family and was a well-rounded individual in both culture and martial arts. When she saw Long Bin suddenly exude a strong killing intent, she was shocked and puzzled. Killing intent requires a certain level of internal strength to be released. Such a strong killing intent could only be produced by someone who had seen blood and killed countless people.

Thinking of this, Lan Yue wiped the smear from the corner of her mouth, turned over, got out of bed, and coldly asked, "King Nan, do you know why I won't let you touch me?"

"You disregard the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, and you won't let your husband touch you. Do you think you're right?" Long Bin scoffed.

"You are neither good at literature nor martial arts, all you do is flirt and act drunk outside. I despise you from the bottom of my heart."

"..."

Long Bin felt a sudden pang in his heart. He knew that the body (host) of the dead ghost was indeed a useless person who had done many absurd things. To be honest, the dead ghost Long Bin really let Lan Yue down.

Even if you admit it in your heart, you can't say it out loud.

Its own three souls and seven spirits have become an inseparable community with the host's physical body; they share in each other's glory and destruction.

"Don't try to deny it. I have beautiful concubines at home, why would I need to go out and fool around? Isn't it because you won't let me touch them?"

"this……?"

Lan Yue was a reasonable person, and Long Bin's words left her speechless.

If a wife doesn't fulfill her duties as a wife, what right does she have to complain about her husband having affairs?

Seeing that Lan Yue was stunned by his question, Long Bin felt very smug: Women need to be slapped and given milk.

"As long as you fulfill your duties as a wife, I, Long Bin, guarantee that I will repent and never go out and fool around again."

Long Bin's solemn promise made Lan Yue's heart tremble. How she longed for her husband to become an outstanding person and a pillar of the nation.

How she longed to be able to live a warm and harmonious life with her husband, to be together as a couple, under the flowers and the moon.

However, when she saw Long Bin's face, sallow from drinking and womanizing, she couldn't muster any enthusiasm and couldn't believe his promises.

"Don't try to fool me with sweet words. If you want to get into my bed, you'll have to be a literary genius who surpasses all officials and a martial arts master who rivals all heroes. Otherwise, don't even dream about it!"

Lan Yue's resolute decision enraged Long Bin. "If I don't take this beautiful woman in front of me, am I still Long Bin?"

Unable to resist his burgeoning lust, he licked his lips and said, "The more heartless you are, the more I love you. I'm going to have you today!"

Seeing Long Bin's lustful desires revealed and his nightgown already removed, Lan Yue trembled with fright and said sternly, "Prince of the South, I advise you to have some self-respect, or don't blame me for taking action to defend myself."

"You still know you're a concubine? Let me tell you, as long as you're in the Southern Prince's residence, you are my wife and must fulfill your duties as a wife."

"Besides, I have already promised not to go out and mess around anymore, so don't push your luck."

"It's a husband's right to sleep with his wife, and a wife's duty to let her husband sleep with her."

After saying that, Long Bin grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed.

"You surnamed Long, Lan Yue is a beauty from the capital, skilled in both literature and martial arts. How could I let a piece of trash like you ruin her? Even if you raped her today, I would still be ten thousand times more indignant!"

Lan Yue was terrified and burst into tears, crying out loud.

"You're not convinced? I'll make you submit today!"

Seeing her pajamas torn open by the Southern King, Lan Yue felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She gritted her teeth and said, "In that case, don't blame me for using force against you."

After saying that, the opponent pushed Long Bin with all his might.

To Lan Yue's utter surprise, Long Bin reached out and sealed her acupoints. This was like a thunderbolt from the blue; she was so shocked she forgot the man was tearing off her underwear.

"Didn't he refuse to practice martial arts? How could he have such exquisite pressure point techniques?"

Lan Yue, who possessed the cultivation of a seventh-grade martial artist, was shocked to have her acupoints sealed by a good-for-nothing who was neither good at literature nor martial arts: Had he been faking his madness all along? If so, he had deceived the whole world.