Famine and exile: I brought the Spirit Spring to save the entire Marquis's mansion.

Sang Ning rubbed against the wooden barrel for a long time.

It's unusually quiet tonight; the guards around have all been removed.

The first time was in the military tent.

Isn't this a bit hasty?

On second thought, hey, it's kind of exciting!

Sang Ning didn't climb out until the water cooled down, his hands trembling uncontrollably!

Why are you so nervous? It's only a matter of time. She's been eyeing it for ages.

"I'm not afraid. If anyone should be afraid, it's Huo Chang'an."

"I've seen all eighteen martial arts techniques and seventy-two stances!"

Sang Ning said to himself.

She looked at her own body.

It's ripe.

I've been eating a lot lately, so I've gotten a bit chubby.

White should be white, red should be red, and so on...

She was quite satisfied.

It looks exactly like her modern body.

I'm not wearing anything anymore, since I'll have to take it off later anyway.

No, we need to maintain some mystery.

She put on her pajamas and came out from behind the curtain.

On the thickly padded bed, Huo Chang'an, dressed only in his undergarments, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and hands on his knees, as if meditating.

They're pretty calm!

Sang Ning climbed up.

She leaned close to his face and stared at him intently.

His eyelashes trembled as if he were having a spasm.

Then she started blowing air.

After blowing his face until it turned red, she started touching his breasts as usual.

The man tensed up and finally opened his eyes.

"Hmm...take a look, which one do you like?"

He pretended to be nonchalant, casually tossing her a booklet over his shoulder, his gaze quickly sweeping over her entire body.

Then I stared at her hands.

Sang Ning took the booklet and opened it.

"what……"

"Oh..."

"Ouch..."

"Great!"

Sang Ning licked his lips, feeling dry.

A little hot.

This book is great; the illustrations are realistic and skillful, and just looking at it gets you hooked.

"Which one do I... like?" Huo Chang'an was sweating.

Why is it so hot at night in the north?

His long, strong hands clenched and unclenched, then rubbed them vigorously against his clothes.

"...Have you made your choice yet?"

"You can do all of these?" Sang Ning asked without looking up.

The man raised his chin slightly: "Nonsense, I drew it, of course I know how."

"Then why bother choosing? Let's start over!"

Huo Chang'an: "..."

The night is deep, and our feelings are intense.

Tears blurred her vision, and her cheeks were flushed.

The cat's voice trembled.

A crabapple blossom falls on my shoulder.

……

First attempt, failure. (Sang Ning)

The second attempt failed. (Sang Ning)

The third attempt, a partial failure. (Sang Ning)

Dog scratches and cat bites—I used them all.

"Ouch! No! You're too much, it hurts so much!"

It’s a life-threatening thing!

He's grown up, but she's still young.

Amidst the chaos, the third move concluded. (Huo Chang'an)

The man was stunned and bewildered.

That's impossible.

That day when she was drunk... Ning'er's hands were almost broken from exhaustion!

"Ning'er, I, I... no, that's not how it is..."

"That's it, that's it, okay, that's good, take it slow, we're not in a hurry, we're not in a hurry."

She said she was really not in a hurry! I don't know how her eldest and third sisters-in-law got through this.

Imagination and reality are not the same! It really hurts.

She actually wronged him last time. How outrageous was she? If that had really happened, she definitely wouldn't have been able to walk the next day!

Thank you for the closing remarks!

Seeing Sang Ning's deathly pale face, Huo Chang'an also turned pale and dared not try again.

He lowered his head, silently put on his coat, and fetched water.

Lifting the blanket, I saw specks of blood on the newly laid-out sheets.

Does this count as consummating their marriage?

Although it was not entirely satisfactory.

"Ning'er..."

"Mmm, that's good, really. We definitely can't rush things."

No, he's really not like that.

After tidying up, the man got into bed and hugged Sang Ning from behind.

After a long time, Sang Ning drifted off to sleep.

I vaguely heard someone ask, "If you're not satisfied with a trial marriage, can you still get married?"

"Humph."

Is it okay or not?

……

The 20th year of the Qianyuan era, the eighth day of the eighth month.

The third prince staged a coup, murdered his father, and attempted to become emperor. The crown prince led an army to suppress the rebellion.

The third prince was defeated and fled the capital in haste, heading towards Lutai.

On the tenth day of the eighth month, the crown prince ascended the throne and changed the name of the country to Qiguang.

In a desolate mountainous area within the Qinyang region.

A group of exhausted soldiers lay sprawled out in disarray.

The noblewoman, her hairpins disheveled and her face covered in dust, sat on the overgrown ground, staring blankly in the direction of the capital.

The young nobleman beside her was also in a sorry state, lying on the ground exhausted.

"Mother, if we go to Lutai, will Uncle take us in?"

The Third Prince, Yan Beichen, gazed at the sky and murmured a question.

Bei Gong Yu Yan hurriedly looked at the soldiers, and when she saw that they hadn't heard her, she turned back and whispered angrily, "He's your own uncle, how could he not care about us? Don't talk nonsense!"

"But he has joined forces with Huo Chang'an and ignored my plea for help. If it weren't for him, how could we have ended up like this!" Yan Beichen said bitterly.

Bei Gong Yu Yan's gaze was also gloomy.

"He must have been bewitched by that bitch Xinyue Rong. Don't worry, once we get to Lutai, I'll have a way to make him listen to me!"

She is the only legitimate daughter of the Beigong family, not Beigong Yuting, who is an illegitimate daughter.

Her good younger brother always protected his older sister, if it weren't for Xinyue Rong appearing in the middle...

Hmph! The one Xin Yuerong found, I don't know which wild girl came from some backwater, but it certainly couldn't be Bei Gong Xue Fu.

That short-lived wretch has long since been reincarnated somewhere.

"Once we get to Lutai, Mother will contact the elders and say... Beigong Yao is Xinyue Rong's bastard child from an affair. After getting rid of Beigong Yao, you will change your surname and be registered under your uncle's name, thus seizing military power in Lutai!"

Yan Beichen was slightly surprised.

Although I knew my mother was involved in scheming and plotting in the palace and had dirty hands, it was the first time I had heard it so openly, and it still made me very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing? This is exactly what your mother has been planning and scheming for you all these years! You've known this all along, so why are you making that face now!"

"No, Mother, I just thought... I doubt anyone would believe me, right?"

Bei Gong Yu Yan smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I planted this seed twenty years ago!"

Who told Xin Yue Rong to be so ungrateful, repeatedly preventing Bei Gong Ting from interfering in her affairs?

If she hadn't killed that short-lived man back then, causing Xinyue Rong to become disheartened and leave Lutai, she would have had evidence of Xinyue Rong's affair exposed!

"Hehe, Your Highness, what a clever trick!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out among a group of soldiers.

Everyone jumped up in surprise.

"who!?"

Among the officers and soldiers, the soldier who had just spoken reached out and tore off his mask, revealing his true face.

"It's you!"

Even after twenty years, Bei Gong Yu Yan still recognized her; she was one of the maids beside Xin Yue Rong.

Back then, her maids were all incredibly loyal, which was truly annoying!

"Kill her for me!"

Xing Hui gave a sarcastic smile: "Bei Gong Yu Yan, today is your death day!"

She waved her hand, and instantly a group of experts appeared on the mountain ridge.

Those officers and soldiers simply gave up resistance.

"Traitors! You cowards! Kill them already!"

Bei Gong Yu Yan roared like a madwoman.

"Mother, we can't leave!"

After running a few steps, Yan Beichen slowly retreated, looking ahead in panic.

Ahead, a magnificent eight-person sedan chair appeared before everyone's eyes.

Inside the sedan chair sat two radiant beauties, their charms alike.