The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

Guan Lingxuan's clear eyes seemed to shimmer with a helpless yet gentle light as she quietly gazed at Xiao Jinyan.

"In that case, it's settled."

Xiao Jinyan's voice was deep and firm.

Seeing this, Yu Xin'er naturally took Xiao Jinyan's arm: "Husband, shouldn't we go to my room to rest today?"

Xiao Jinyan nodded slightly; he had no reason to linger with Guan Lingxuan any longer.

This scene made Guan Lingxuan's heart clench, but she did not back down. Instead, she mustered her courage and took a decisive step.

That night, just as Xiao Jinyan was about to follow Yu Xin'er into the bedroom, Guan Lingxuan suddenly caught up with her. She tightly gripped Yu Xin'er's sleeve, her voice pleading, "Sister, I've gotten used to my husband's company these past few days. Without him, I can't sleep at night."

Yu Xin'er turned around, her eyes filled with a mixture of mockery and helplessness: "Sister, do the math, how many nights have you monopolized my husband? Give me a break."

Guan Lingxuan bit her lip, a sly glint in her eyes: "Then... how about the three of us sleep together?"

Yu Xin'er shook her head, her tone resolute: "No, tonight I want to have my husband all to myself."

There are too many wolves and not enough meat; good things can't be shared, especially since Lingxuan is a hungry wolf.

Upon hearing this, Guan Lingxuan's eyes were vacant, and a wave of disappointment surged through her heart.

Xiao Jinyan gave Guan Lingxuan a subtle look, as if to say, "Be good, and I'll favor you again when I get back."

Guan Lingxuan had no choice but to give up.

Xiao Jinyan then stepped into the bedroom, followed closely by Yu Xiner, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and longing.

The bedroom door closed gently, as if shutting out all the noise and disturbances from the outside world.

As soon as Yu Xin'er entered the room, she could no longer suppress her excitement. She suddenly grabbed Xiao Jinyan's collar and pulled him toward the soft bed. Due to the momentum, Xiao Jinyan staggered a few steps and was eventually tackled onto the bed by Yu Xin'er in an aggressive manner.

Yu Xin'er's body pressed tightly against his, and the intense heat transmitted through their clothes made Xiao Jinyan's heart beat faster.

“My husband, it’s finally my turn.” Yu Xin’er’s voice trembled slightly, yet it was full of determination. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you? Every night, I meet you in my dreams. That feeling is both sweet and agonizing.”

As Xiao Jinyan lay on the bed, from this unique angle, Yu Xin'er's alabaster skin shone with an alluring glow in the candlelight, and her proud curves were especially captivating, making it impossible for him to look away.

At that moment, he seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, and an indescribable impulse surged within him.

"How much do you think?"

Yu Xin'er smiled softly, a smile that contained both shyness and provocation. She slowly moved closer to Xiao Jinyan's ear and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Let me show you."

Before she finished speaking, her lips, like a soft feather, gently landed on Xiao Jinyan's lips.

This kiss, like a spark igniting dry tinder, instantly filled the entire bedroom with a fiery atmosphere.

Aroused by this sudden passion, Xiao Jinyan suddenly flipped over and pinned Yu Xin'er firmly beneath him...

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Meanwhile, in Liu Kun's bedroom, Shou'an Palace.

As night fell, the moon was dark and the wind was high. Deep within the palace, the imperial bedchamber seemed to be shrouded in a thick shadow.

The flickering candlelight illuminated a beautiful woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old with a captivating figure. She had fair skin and a beautiful face, with an icy demeanor and a mature, sophisticated style. However, her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was scattered like autumn leaves, lying messily on the dragon bed. Tears seemed to glisten in her eyes, revealing a deep despair and endless sorrow.

This beauty was none other than He Qiongying, the widow of the Crown Prince and He Jian's elder sister. After the Crown Prince was killed, she was captured by Liu Kun and brought into the palace, where he immediately took a liking to her and attempted to possess her. Initially, Liu Kun tried to force himself on her, but He Qiongying resolutely resisted.

Left with no other option, Liu Kun had the Crown Prince's three sons imprisoned in a death row cell and used their lives as leverage to force He Qiongying to submit. To protect the Crown Prince's orphans, He Qiongying had no choice but to painfully undress and sleep with Liu Kun.

Liu Kun was shirtless, his muscles appearing particularly ferocious in the dim candlelight. He sat lazily on the edge of the bed, a smug smile on his lips and a look of satiated satisfaction in his eyes.

"Hehe... They say nothing tastes better than dumplings, and nothing's more fun than your sister-in-law. Your Majesty, your flavor is truly unforgettable."

Liu Kun's voice was deep and cold, each word like a sharp blade cutting into He Qiongying's already collapsing heart.

He Qiongying bit her lower lip tightly, blood seeping out, but she was completely unaware. With all her might, she said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, I have given you everything you wanted. I only ask that you keep your promise and spare the Crown Prince's three innocent children."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun's lips curled into an even deeper smile, a smile that concealed an unknown conspiracy and cruelty: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I am a kind-hearted man. How could I let the children suffer? They are certainly doing well in heaven."

Upon hearing this, He Qiongying was struck dumb, leaping from the bed with wide eyes and a shrill voice filled with terror: "What did you say? You still killed them?!"

Liu Kun's smile twisted grotesquely at that moment. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked up at the dark night sky, and said with a hint of mockery, "Yes, sister-in-law, I gave them all poisoned wine and preserved their corpses intact. Isn't that good?"

He Qiongying felt dizzy, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment. She staggered a few steps, almost falling, a resolute light flashing in her eyes.

"Liu Kun, I'll kill you!"

He Qiongying rushed forward without regard for anything, tightly gripping Liu Kun's neck with both hands, her nails almost digging into his flesh, her eyes filled with despair and a ferocious desire for revenge.

However, in this contest of vastly unequal strength, He Qiongying was, after all, just a weak woman, and her strength seemed insignificant in front of Liu Kun's towering body.

A flicker of surprise crossed Liu Kun's face, quickly replaced by disdain. He easily seized He Qiongying's trembling hands, twisting her wrist to pry her tightly clasped fingers apart one by one. In the instant she broke free, Liu Kun exerted his strength, kicking her towards the dragon bed that symbolized supreme power.

He Qiongying's body fell heavily onto the dragon bed like a kite with a broken string, making a dull thud. Before she could recover, Liu Kun had already followed like a shadow, leaping up and pinning her firmly beneath him. There was no tenderness in his eyes, only cold hatred and boundless arrogance.

"You wretched woman, I'll beat you to death!"

Liu Kun raised his hand and slapped He Qiongying's cheeks hard. Each crisp slap was like the most merciless mockery of her.

He Qiongying's cheeks quickly swelled and turned red, and traces of blood seeped from the corners of her mouth, but the anger in her eyes did not subside.