Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! Since that night, after the three of them made love, the two men, having tasted the sweetness, entangled her for seven days and seven nights. Whenever Qin Yuechan cowered in a corner, she couldn't escape being dragged out for a round of lovemaking. She felt as if she had been drifting at sea for a long time, amidst great storms and waves, unable to reach the shore!

She struggled, she was angry, she resisted, she tried to escape, but all to no avail. After a brief period of wandering, she was bound to face another turbulent storm.

Qin Muhan was one thing, having given her his virginity, but what about Zhong Zhichen? He had a wife and was still having affairs! Knowing her sensitive spots, he commanded her like a commander, leaving her breathless!

But what she regretted most was that Zhong Zhichen actually asked to take her back to the Regent's Palace of Xuanyuan Kingdom for a few days. The domineering Qin Muhan readily agreed. She had never had a choice among these men. After the last night of revelry, the next morning, Qin Yuechan was packed up and sent back to Xuanyuan Kingdom while she was still asleep.

Inside the carriage, Zhong Zhichen held her tenderly in his arms. Because it was winter, there was a brazier on the carriage. Fortunately, the carriage was quite stable; otherwise, the bumpy ride would have caused a few pieces of charcoal to fall out and burn the carriage to ashes.

Even so, she was still wrapped in a thick quilt, afraid that she, who was very sensitive to the cold, would catch a cold.

No matter how Zhong Zhichen tried to cheer her up along the way, he was met with a cold shoulder because he was married! So, what was her identity when she went to the Prince's mansion? Junior sister? Lover? Friend with benefits?

Unable to understand and unwilling to pay attention, strangely enough, this cold-hearted prince took her with him as usual, and even smiled when she spoke ill of him. Qin Yuechan didn't understand. Could this be what they called true love?

After wandering aimlessly for several days, she finally arrived at Jinling City, the capital of Xuanyuan Kingdom. Curious, she lifted the curtain and looked out. She couldn't help but admire it in her heart. No wonder it was the strongest of the five kingdoms. Apart from the merchants doing business all over the streets, the roads were very clean. Everyone was dressed and wearing fine clothes. The people lived in peace and contentment. How could a country with a strong army not be powerful?

Suddenly, she remembered what Qin Muhan had sometimes told her: in the past two years, Xuanwu Kingdom had become the second strongest country after Xuanyuan Kingdom. Considering their relationship, since they both held power in both countries, could there be something fishy going on?

Lost in thought, her slender waist was suddenly encircled and pulled into a hug from behind. The strong aura of the man surrounded her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"What are you looking at?"

She struggled slightly, "Senior Brother, I feel a little suffocated, please let me go."

The whispered refusal, barely audible, sounded like an invitation to Zhong Zhichen, as alluring as the soft sobs in bed.

He lightened his grip slightly, resting his chin on the top of her head and stroking it. "We're going home soon, Chan'er, are you happy?"

She pouted, "That's your and your wife's home, when did it become mine? Senior Brother, don't joke around."

Zhong Zhichen chuckled deeply, loving her jealous little face the most. Her pouting lips were so innocently endearing. He leaned close to her ear and teased her sensitive white earlobe, saying, "My home is your home."

She knew that resisting was futile, so she stopped talking and leaned against him, feeling slightly stiff. "How will you introduce me to your wife later?"

Why do women make things difficult for each other? Hurting Feng Yunshuang was out of necessity, but his wife was innocent. She didn't want to steal someone else's husband and shamelessly become a mistress.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Zhichen's cold face softened with tenderness: "In my heart, my wife only has Chan'er!"

She wanted to say something more, but his lips pressed down on hers, silencing her. Those chattering little mouths were perfect for kissing; once released, they became an unstoppable chatterbox, pondering and thinking, "Why don't you think about me?" She truly was a little girl. But thinking of her bewildered expression, he felt a surge of joy. He tightened his grip on her arms, wanting nothing more than to hold her delicate figure close to his chest and never be apart from her.

After an unknown amount of time, the coachman outside the carriage called out, "We've arrived." Her lips, which had been ravaged by him, were finally freed. Her little pink fists pounded his hard, iron-like chest, and her pretty face, whether from suffocation or embarrassment, turned a sweet, rosy red, like a ripe peach.

Zhong Zhichen suppressed the urge to take her in the car, took a deep breath, and carried her out of the car in a crouching position.

Suddenly stepping from the dark carriage into a ray of sunlight, I instinctively covered my eyes with my hands, leaving only a pair of slightly swollen red lips exposed, which was enough to make one's heart flutter.

A woman let out a soft hum, followed by a chorus of voices: "Welcome back to the Prince's residence."

Slowly lowering her small hand, Qin Yuechan was dumbfounded by the large group of women kneeling before her. She had experienced this scene when she first entered Xuanwu Kingdom. After the initial surprise, she chuckled to herself, feeling a slight pain in her heart. Ultimately, it was different. She had no feelings for Liu Tingpei, so she didn't care how many women there were. But why did this scene sting her eyes?

Zhong Zhichen was still holding her, and he was keenly aware of the change in her emotions. A cryptic smile appeared on his lips as he said indifferently to the more than twenty kneeling women, "Get up, all of you."

Ignoring his coldness, completely unlike his usual self, he resembled the aloof and intimidating demeanor she had first met. Qin Yuechan smiled, suppressing her heartache, and teased, "Your Highness is indeed blessed with good fortune!"

Her alluring eyes were even more seductive than usual, and the slight stiffness at the corners of her lips betrayed her insincerity. Zhong Zhichen smiled, his smile as wicked as a poppy, "To have you is my greatest blessing!"

Her arrogant eyes seemed to disregard the women on the ground. She didn't bother to reply, instead glancing at the women who had stood up, observing them: "Who knows the Regent's Consort?"

"Far away yet right before my eyes."

"Huh?" Where? Where? I can't see her. Oh dear, you'd better get down quickly. It's so hurtful to see someone hugging another woman right in front of you!

He felt a pang of helplessness. How could he have fallen for such a foolish woman? If he weren't holding her so tightly he couldn't free his hands, he would have given her a good whack on the head. "Fool! You're the Regent's Consort!"

She froze instantly. Something was wrong! When did this happen? How come she didn't know? Shouldn't the princess be that Left Prime Minister's daughter?

Before she could ask any further questions, a slightly older woman stepped forward, knelt down respectfully, and said, “Your Highness and Princess Consort must be tired from the journey. I have prepared the Chunshao Pavilion next to Your Highness, and it will be perfect for Your Highness to stay there.”

Qin Yuechan sized up the woman in front of her. She was in her early twenties, with snow-white skin, red lips, and white teeth. Her slightly voluptuous figure looked very alluring, yet she had the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother on her face. Qin Yuechan sneered inwardly. The saying "able to grace the hall and the bed" perfectly described her.

While she was observing others, Rouyu was also scrutinizing her. The moment she saw her face clearly, her heart skipped a beat, and she was slightly lost in thought. She finally understood why the prince had chosen to marry her as his princess. At such a tender age, with a beauty that could topple kingdoms, she was a rare beauty in the world. There were too many women coming and going in the prince's mansion, and she had seen all kinds of beauties since she started managing the mansion, but compared to the woman in the prince's arms, she was simply worlds apart!

Zhong Zhichen frowned, ignoring the obsequious Rouyu beside him, who was strode straight into the palace, leaving behind the words, "The princess will live with me." She had already disappeared from sight.

Rouyu froze on the spot, her pretty face filled with astonishment, while the handkerchief in her hand was crumpled into a ball.

She had been in the Prince's mansion for over five years. Although the Prince treated her indifferently, he allowed her to manage all the internal affairs of the mansion and even elevated her to the rank of Lady. All the concubines and the entire household suspected that she was the future Princess Consort! However, the arrival of this woman today disrupted everything.

The concubines dared not utter a sound, but a few of the bolder ones who were on good terms with her stepped forward to support Rouyu and gently advised, "Who knows where this woman came from? She looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. How can she compare to Sister Rou's charming beauty?"

"Yes, yes, and the prince is often busy with state affairs, so maybe this short-lived princess will..." Rouyu stopped her in her tracks with a glare, and she shrank back, not daring to speak.

Rouyu had also recovered from her shock and regained her usual gentle yet resolute demeanor. Her charming eyes swept sharply over everyone as she reprimanded, "The Princess Consort is the highest-ranking woman in the manor. You all need to be more discerning and not offend the Princess Consort, understand?"

Her words were the highest command, so no one dared to be negligent and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Upon entering the Regent's Palace, Tingchan Garden, Qin Yuechan was immediately embarrassed by the three bold, flamboyant characters on the lintel: Tingchan Garden! Why so blatant! Despite this, she still felt a touch of sweetness in her heart, but she hadn't forgotten the women she had seen at the entrance, so she kept her face icy and ignored him.

Zhong Zhichen's expression remained as cold as ever. He gestured for the servants to leave, then placed her on the soft bed and teased her, "What's wrong with my queen? Have I done something wrong?"

She jumped up, poking his chest with her slender fingers, and launched into a machine-gun-like tirade: "You, you, you! Making mistakes isn't shameful, but knowing you're wrong and not correcting them is! You keep saying you love me and cherish me, but the moment you walk in the door you see all these beautiful women. You, you're just a stud!"

Zhong Zhichen, of course, knew what "stud" meant. His smiling eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips curled into a wicked smile. His rough, long fingers lifted her pointed chin, and his narrow eyes stared intently at the arrogant and domineering little woman. "If I'm a stud, then what is my wife?"

Uh... she unconsciously cursed herself too. Oh well, whatever. She braced herself on the bed and shouted, "I want to go back! I want to find Mu Han! Not here!" She threw a tantrum, doing everything she could. In short, seeing so many of his women made her uncomfortable. If she was uncomfortable, why force herself to stay?

Perhaps he's been spoiled these past few years, so focused on complaining that he didn't notice his complexion was getting worse and worse, even turning as dark and gloomy as thick ink that couldn't be dissolved.

"Enough!" A loud shout stopped the persistent little woman. Her big, round eyes widened in fright as she trembled, her face crumbling little by little, her lips curving downwards, and her beautiful eyes gradually filling with tears, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

In that instant, she thought of her second senior brother, that gentle and refined man who, no matter what she did to offend him, would always smile tenderly at her, and whose warm hands could always soothe her restless heart.

Just like when she was bullied by her senior brother at Sanqing Mountain, she always wanted to go to her second senior brother to cry and complain. It seemed that seeing his face could instantly calm her down.

Feeling wronged, she thought of her second senior brother, her chest tightened and she could hardly breathe. Finally, cold tears slid down her cheeks, glistening with tears.

Looking at her tear-streaked face, Zhong Zhichen was already filled with regret. He reached out to pull her into his arms and comfort her, but she ruthlessly slapped his hand away, straightened her neck, and choked out, "You only know how to bully me, you only know how to scold me, I hate you so much!"

"Chan'er, let me explain..." He held immense power in the Xuanyuan Kingdom. Although he had never donned the imperial robes, he was practically the emperor in secret. His arrogant and unruly nature was such that he could suppress his pride to coax a little girl, which could only mean that he loved her to the extreme. However, the crying little woman in front of him clearly did not appreciate it. She suddenly covered her ears with her hands and fell into the quilt, refusing to look at him. She even shouted that she wanted to see her second senior brother. In this situation, even an ordinary man would not be able to bear it, let alone an emperor who held immense power over the world.