After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

"Hehe, to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight is what I desire."

Chen Futu is truly shameless; he dares to say the most shameful things.

Yan Qing blushed with embarrassment and instinctively tried to break free from the large hand.

Chen Futu pulled her into his arms, holding her voluptuous body tightly, and said playfully, "I'm giving you my unique skill, shouldn't you reciprocate?"

Yan Qing raised her gentle cheeks, and with her delicate, untouched fingers, she cupped Chen Futu's face, muttering, "I'm afraid the young master won't be able to satisfy me."

"Oh? Then let me see what you're capable of."

The next mansion, number one, was filled with decadent music.

Yan Qing had been thirsting for a long time; she appeared weak but was extremely fierce.

In the past, ordinary people were not good enough for her, but now that the Prince of Zhenbei is with her, she couldn't ask for more.

Her so-called gentleness and generosity are just for show; this is her true self.

Chen Futu now understood the meaning of those words.

At thirty, one is like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger; at fifty, one can suck up the earth while sitting still.

This Yan Qing is truly remarkable!

However, Chen Futu still remembered Zhang Liang's warning, so he only had sex with Yan Qing and never mentioned the matter of the score, at least not now.

Yan Qing didn't have any objections.

In this day and age, it is considered natural for women to remain chaste. She has no intention of remarrying. She would be content if Chen Futu could spare some time to spend with her.

While the two were making love in the hall, Consort Ge returned after finishing her business. Hearing the commotion inside, she didn't dare to enter, so she quietly stood guard outside the door with her sword in hand.

She also harbored feelings for the Crown Prince. She could only seek revenge by leveraging his influence, but unfortunately, he wouldn't touch her, and she hadn't been able to voice her feelings yet. Perhaps she should find an opportunity herself; once she became the Crown Prince's woman, she could bring it up.

That night, Chen Futu spent the night with Yan Qing in the mansion, and the next morning he felt soreness in his back and waist.

While Yan Qing was still fast asleep in his arms, Chen Futu asked the system, "Can you arrange a miracle doctor for me? There are more and more women around me, and I'm afraid I can't handle it. If all else fails, give me an indestructible kidney."

Whether or not you can obtain a divine healer depends on the host's luck and choices; the system cannot forcibly intervene.

"Then hurry up and make arrangements. I'm already feeling overwhelmed. If I have a harem later, I'm afraid it will kill me."

[Beauty can be a curse; host, beware!]

"You don't know anything. If I don't live a carefree and happy life, then my time travel was for nothing."

The system remained silent. Just as Chen Futu was about to say something more, Yan Qing slowly woke up.

Chen Futu lifted her snow-white chin and asked, "Madam, are you satisfied?"

Yan Qing rolled her eyes at him, then discreetly got up and started dressing.

Chen Futu rested his chin on his hand and watched her put on her clothes with a smile. He had to admit, being Cao Cao's traitor was really exhilarating.

After dressing, Yan Qing changed her previous dissolute demeanor and reverted to the aloof and cold widow Yan. "Young Master, it's getting late, I'll be going now."

"Hey, you haven't put on your new clothes yet!" Chen Futu complained.

Yan Qing smiled gently, turned and left, leaving only a lingering fragrance.

"This woman, she doesn't recognize you once she's done with her pants up."

Chen Futu was muttering to himself when Ge Fei suddenly walked in. Chen Futu was startled and hurriedly pulled the quilt over himself, frowning as he said, "What kind of behavior is this, so reckless and impolite?"

Consort Ge's pretty face stiffened, and she lowered her head. "This servant will help the young master change his clothes."

"I don't need you. Go outside and wait."

"Here."

Consort Ge looked disappointed and finally withdrew.

Chen Futu didn't look down on her; on the contrary, she was stunningly beautiful. But unfortunately, she was a powder keg, and Chen Futu didn't want to touch her yet. Otherwise, what would he do if she were crying in his arms, begging the prince to send troops to the Western Regions to avenge her lost country and homeland?

Did I reject her and make her resentful?

After washing up, Chen Futu went outside and saw Ge Fei staring blankly at the western sky. He asked, "What's wrong? Is being a guard under me a disservice to you?"

"I dare not," Consort Ge said hastily, shaking her head as she regained her senses.

Chen Futu patted her shoulder, becoming slightly more amiable: "As long as you remain loyal to your master, I will grant your wish in the future."

"This servant thanks Your Highness for your great kindness."

Consort Ge was finally at ease. What she needed now was to wait out the time. She also understood that the current goal of the Northern Frontier was to manage the Great Qian Dynasty, not to conquer the west. It was impossible for them to change their grand strategy for the sake of a mere guard like her.

Chen Futu boarded the carriage and left the mansion. He then saw many scholars coming to the garden in the distance. Among them was an old man in white robes with white hair and a youthful face, who seemed to be an important figure.

Ge Fei explained, "That person is the great scholar of Zhongshan, Mr. Zhou Qingzhi. His students and former officials are all over the world. He can be called a first-class literary master of our time."

"Heh, these bastards really went all out to deal with me."

Chen Futu snorted and ordered a return to the royal court.

As the carriage passed through the streets, the scene was chaotic with the newspaper vendors. Some people were laughing heartily while holding the newspapers, while others were stomping their feet in anger.

Chen Futu became interested and asked Ge Fei to buy one.

A closer look at today's daily newspaper reveals a new article by Mr. Aota, which is what has garnered so much attention.

Titled "A Gentleman Divines a Gentleman," this is another masterpiece by Liu Bowen after "A Letter to Heaven."

Liu Bowen, that old fox, was quite adept at using sarcasm and wit. In his article, he launched a lengthy attack on Ji Wendao, mocking him for not having foreseen that his reputation as a gentleman would become a laughing stock before coming to Longcheng. He even wrote a satirical poem targeting the Gentleman Sword, belittling him to the point of being worthless. Finally, he revealed the fact that after losing the debate, the Gentleman Sword had someone put in a sack and beaten up.

Now, Ji Wendao can't even beat a woman who can't even kill a chicken. He can be described as a useless scholar, weak in every way except for his mouth.

The article's publication naturally caused a huge uproar.

"Is Mr. Qingtian speaking out for the Crown Prince and challenging those scholars?"

"Hehe, who knows? Anyway, it was quite satisfying to curse them out."

"That Ji Wendao is too weak. He even wanted to discuss philosophy with the young master, but he was humiliated by a little woman first."

"Damn it, this is utterly disgraceful!"

"You don't know anything. Who is Mr. Qingtian? It's already a favor that he's willing to write a denunciation of that Gentleman Sword."

The scholars and students from the Northern Frontier Academy were hurling insults at each other in the street like a group of shrewish women, neither giving an inch.

Chen Futu was happy to see the joke, but he had to admit that newspapers were a good thing, and today they had made Ji Wendao famous.

Upon returning to the royal court, Zhuge Liang was already there.

Chen Futu handed over the newspaper, and after reading it, Zhuge Liang smiled and said, "Did the young master make his move yesterday?"

"Of course! That old scoundrel Ji Wendao instigated the disciples of the Northern Frontier Academy to turn against me. How could I tolerate him? I've already given them a lot of face by not killing him," Chen Futu complained, pursing his lips.

“There is nothing wrong with what the young master is doing, but it will inevitably give others something to criticize.”

"It doesn't matter, but a great scholar from Zhongshan came today. I think that old man is not easy to deal with. Are you sure you can handle him?"

"Liang has heard of this person, but unfortunately he is no match for Liang."

"How can you be so arrogant?" Chen Futu asked, his eyes wide.

Zhuge Liang smiled but did not answer, his face showing a profound and unfathomable expression.

Just then, a guard came to report, "Your Highness, the Northern Martial Envoy is about to arrive."

The Northern Martial Envoy has just crossed Tianyun Pass and is on its way to Longcheng. It will arrive in no more than two or three days.

Zhuge Liang pondered, "It seems that those Confucian scholars will embarrass the Crown Prince on the day the delegation arrives."

"With you here, what do I have to worry about? How are the preparations for the sacrificial ceremony going?"

"Liang asked Mr. Yu, 'All preparations are complete. We will hold the grand ceremony in the northern suburbs on a chosen day, where the Crown Prince will offer sacrifices to Heaven and be proclaimed king.'"