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

However, Liu Xiyu deftly broke free from his embrace, a playful smile playing on her lips: "Your Majesty, you're really in a hurry."

Liu Kun was taken aback, a hint of confusion flashing across his brows: "What is it now?"

Liu Xiyu parted her red lips slightly, her breath sweet as orchids: "Hmph, Your Majesty, you don't understand. There has to be some foreplay before things get interesting. In the past, when I made love, I always had at least twenty or thirty male concubines together. That's called a group sex. Now it's just the two of us, and the foreplay is so rushed. It's really boring."

Upon hearing this, Liu Kun was first stunned, then suddenly understood. He thought to himself, "This Princess Heyang truly lives up to her reputation as the most licentious person in the world. She really knows how to have fun!"

He immediately burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the palace, carrying a hint of unrestrained and unconventional joy.

"My elder sister really knows how to have fun. In that case, let's have a group battle today!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiyu smiled slyly and gently patted her soft, boneless hands, the applause echoing in the empty palace.

With a soft sound, the palace gates slowly opened, and a group of palace maids, dressed in thin gauze robes, their figures graceful, filed in. Their steps were light and orderly, each step seemingly leaving a faint fragrance in the air. The gauze robes were as thin as cicada wings, and through the half-concealing, half-revealing, the hemispherical curves were faintly visible, like flowers blooming in the morning mist, both shy and alluring.

Liu Kun's gaze was instantly drawn to the scene. His eyes widened, and drool involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be frozen in that moment.

"Your Majesty, let this servant attend to you."

"Come, Your Majesty."

"..."

As if guided by some unseen force, the palace maids surged towards Liu Kun, engulfing him like a tidal wave. Liu Kun was overwhelmed by a blinding white expanse, the air thick with fragrance, making him slightly dizzy. Then, he was completely enveloped by this gentle ocean…

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The next day, the morning sun pierced through the clouds and shone in, and everything returned to calm.

As the sun rose high in the sky, Liu Kun slowly awoke, feeling sore all over, especially in his lower back, which felt as if it were being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder. He looked around and saw that all around him lay naked bodies, and the palace maids were scattered haphazardly on the ground. Some were still deep in their dreams, while others had already woken up and were secretly glancing at him with shy eyes.

Liu Kun rubbed his temples, trying hard to recall the intense battle of last night, but his mind was a blur, only remembering those gentle touches and burning gazes.

By this time, Liu Xiyu had long since vanished, leaving only a mess on the ground, as if a fleeting dream had vanished without a trace.

Perhaps what Liu Kun didn't know was that all these palace maids were there to shield Liu Xiyu from harm; he had walked among the beauties last night, but hadn't touched Liu Xiyu at all...

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Three days later, on the streets of Jiankang, in the East Market.

The East Market was bustling with activity, a vibrant scene where all sorts of stalls and crowds intertwined to create a lively and bustling urban landscape.

However, amidst the clamor, one figure stood out as out of place. It was a woman huddled in a street corner, dressed in gorgeous, colorful clothes stained with dust, appearing both contradictory and forlorn. Her hair, like willow branches ravaged by a storm, was disheveled and tangled, yet it could not conceal her stunningly beautiful face.

Her pretty face was as cold as ice, and her eyes burned with the flames of despair.

The passersby were abuzz with gossip, wondering if this beautiful woman was some noblewoman who had suffered a misfortune and fallen into such a state.

This woman was none other than He Qiongying, the once-glorious Crown Princess.

Just then, several ragged, ferocious-looking beggars, like sharks that had smelled blood, slowly approached her with ill intent.

"Hey pretty girl, come play with us guys for a bit."

"What do you want to do? Don't come over here!"

Seeing this, He Qiongying's heart tightened, and she hurriedly tried to break free from this sudden predicament by pushing off the ground with her feet. But her struggles seemed so futile, and the beggars easily lifted her up, like picking up a helpless fawn, and ran wildly towards the outskirts of Jiankang.

Along the way, He Qiongying's shouts pierced through the noise, carrying endless fear and despair, echoing through the streets, but no one paid any attention.

Finally, they arrived at a dense forest outside the city.

Just when the beggars thought they could rest easy, a group of people dressed in black, their faces hidden under cloaks, suddenly jumped out from the shadows, holding gleaming blades, and surrounded them.

The leader of the men in black spoke in a soft, feminine voice: "Leave the person here."

The leader of the beggars felt a chill and quickly ordered the other beggars to keep an eye on He Qiongying, while he himself cautiously took a few steps forward and softly whistled...

The whistle seemed to have a magical power, and instantly a group of ragged men with wolf-like eyes emerged from all directions, each holding a gleaming knife.

He Qiongying's eyes were filled with panic, and her beautiful face was distorted with fear.

The beggar leader scoffed, "Get lost!"

"Leave the people behind!"

The leader of the men in black spoke in a deep and firm voice.

With that, the knife in his hand transformed into a silver lightning bolt, aiming straight for the beggar leader's vitals. Seeing this, the beggars roared and charged forward, drawing their knives. In an instant, swords flashed and blood splattered.

The battle between the two groups was exceptionally fierce, with every strike and each blow carrying the weight of life and death. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of blood.

After a fierce exchange, the beggars, with their numerical advantage and familiarity with the terrain, gradually gained the upper hand and eventually defeated the men in black one by one.

A tall, upright swordsman wearing a straw hat appeared quietly. He slowly walked towards He Qiongying, knelt down on both knees, and said in a voice filled with undisguised respect: "Your Highness has been frightened."

Looking at the mysterious and unpredictable swordsman before her, He Qiongying was overwhelmed with surprise: "Who...who exactly are you?"

Luo Chuan slowly raised his head, his gaze beneath the bamboo hat deep and firm: "This humble general is Luo Chuan, Eagle-Winged Colonel under the command of the Central Protectorate Army. I am late in coming to Your Majesty's aid. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

He Qiongying's heart skipped a beat: "You're Xiao Jinyan's man?"

Perhaps He Qiongying didn't know that she had been within Xiao Jinyan's sight from beginning to end.

An hour later, at Princess Heyang's residence.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Liu Xiyu's anger was like a raging storm; the porcelain shattered into pieces amidst her furious shouts, scattering across the ground and leaving the surrounding area in a mess.

Several men in black knelt amidst the carnage, their heads bowed. Their bodies trembled slightly, and even their breathing seemed cautious. Bloodstains were faintly visible on their clothes, indicating that they had been through a fierce battle. Each of them bore injuries of varying degrees, yet none dared to utter a groan.

The leader of the men in black spoke in a soft, low voice: "Princess, it is my fault for failing in my duties."

He was none other than Liu Xiyu's most capable subordinate, Liu Lang.