Senior brother is so awesome!

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On the edge of the glass bathtub, a man's strong arms embraced a beautiful woman from behind. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few rose petals adorned her black hair floating on the water. Behind her was the man's muscular, bronze-colored body.

The woman's red lips pursed unconsciously, and her alluring eyes flashed with impatience. She wanted to resist, but like a little white rabbit, she was held captive in his arms, her bare back pressed tightly against him, feeling his masculine energy.

"Zhong Zhichen! I'm done washing up and want to go back to sleep! Please let me go!" Because she had slept for a long time during the day, she wasn't sleepy at the moment, but the thought of how many women he had been with made her feel uneasy.

The man, accustomed to being domineering, always had the final say in everything. Besides, the two of them were naked in the bathtub. How could he not take advantage of such a beautiful night?

He chuckled, "Little lazy cat." His slightly husky voice sounded incredibly sexy. He lowered his head and took her fair and delicate neck into his mouth, his tongue deftly swirling around her skin, kissing her all the way to her earlobe. Only when he felt her body tremble slightly did he stop.

"I haven't touched those women."

The little woman, who was feeling drowsy from his antics, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes wide upon hearing this, but they dimmed again in an instant. "Trying to coax me? Is that fun? There are so many beautiful women out there, it's no wonder you've been with them!"

Although she didn't agree that all crows are black, this lie was too far-fetched. In modern monogamy, many men couldn't resist temptation, let alone in ancient times when concubines were legal. In slightly upper-middle-class families, boys would be provided with concubines in their teens. He was already twenty-seven, in the prime of his life, how could he not be tempted by such a beautiful woman?

So, without a second thought, Qin Yuechan suppressed her hope, her face growing increasingly frosty.

Zhong Zhichen never expected that his explanation, which humbled him, would be so blatantly ignored. Looking at her face, which was flushed pink from the steam, his hawk-like eyes narrowed. He seemed to think he had spoiled her too much. He suddenly turned around and pressed her against the edge of the bathtub, pressing his body against hers.

"Zhong Zhichen, what are you doing..." Before she could finish speaking, she sensed something unusual about the man behind her. Her cheeks flushed red. Having been through countless battles, she knew exactly what was sticking out at her. Having suffered too many losses in the past, she stiffened up and dared not move, for fear of getting herself into trouble.

"Big, Senior Brother, I'm so tired..."

"Then let your senior brother give you a massage. Where does it hurt?" he said, his rough hands moving up and down her delicate body, gently kneading her, making her tremble all over, yet seemingly enjoying it immensely.

She bit her lower lip and clung tightly to the edge of the bathtub, panting softly, "No, no more..."

Zhong Zhichen smiled wickedly, his long hair, wet with water, clung to his body in strands. His strong, bronze muscles were as hard as iron, which made her look even more slender and petite, with snow-white skin. He held her firmly between the bathtub wall and himself, licking the water droplets on her shoulders.

"There's still one spot I haven't washed." The hoarse voice revealed the owner's current restraint, almost completely consumed by desire.

The arms encircling her slender waist tightened suddenly, and her eyes widened as she endured the sudden pain, feeling as if every pore on her body was tingling and blooming.

After a while, the man behind her sighed with satisfaction, forcefully grabbed her chin with his large hand and turned her head. Seeing her shocked expression with flushed cheeks, he gently curled his thin lips, "Chan'er, let your senior brother give you a good wash, not leaving a single spot!"

"You're despicable... um..."

Her lips were suddenly captured, and a familiar, domineering scent assaulted her senses...

Water splashed everywhere in the bath, and the swirling steam seemed to intensify. The woman went from cursing and resisting at the beginning to panting and moaning softly at the end. With the man's movements, her small hands clung tightly to the edge, her fair skin turning pink. The taste of desire made her beautiful face even more alluring, like a delicate flower nourished by rain and dew, struggling to meet him in the midst of a storm.

After a long while, she finally collapsed into his arms, trembling violently. Her misty eyes strained to open her eyelids and glare at him, but to Zhong Zhichen, they appeared seductive. Her swollen lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily, and her small hands, which had been clinging to the bathtub, slipped into the water. She didn't know how much strength she had used just now, but they were now numb...

He gently pecked her lips, then carried the soft, limp Wenxiang in his arms up the steps of the bath to the shore. He pulled back a corner of the screen, revealing a chaise lounge covered with white soft fur. Zhong Zhichen gently laid her down as if holding a rare treasure, then lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

Qin Yuechan felt weak and too lazy to move, but the thought of being eaten again made her feel depressed. Why was she always so unlucky? Meeting him was like owing a debt from several lifetimes, a debt she could never repay...

The bathroom was always warm, thanks to the underfloor heating. Zhong Zhichen held the little woman in his arms contentedly, feeling extremely happy. His starry eyes were fixed on her, as if she might disappear at any moment. He sighed with a wry smile. To think that he, the dignified Regent, was tormented by the woman before him, feeling so insecure, was something no one would believe, even if they died. But this time, he would not allow her to escape again, no matter what. Chan'er was his, and she could only ever be his!

After catching her breath, she leaned against his chest and drew circles with her fingers. "Is it true that you didn't touch them? You're not kidding me, are you?"

His eyes, still gleaming with the afterglow of passion, bathed his small face in a soft light. He stared at her for a long time before a gentle smile finally appeared on his lips. He softly stroked her silky back and said gently, "Little girl, you must trust your senior brother, understand?" Although she knew he hadn't married any of those so-called daughters of the Left Prime Minister, a thorn still lingered in her heart. Looking into his loving eyes, she unconsciously believed his words, though her face remained sullen. "Then tell me, what about those women?"

Zhong Zhichen took a deep breath to suppress the rising heat in his lower abdomen and began to explain to her.

Since ancient times, wherever there are high-ranking officials, there are those who flatter and fawn. Ever since he took the position of regent, some petty people have been thinking about their own future and have been sending beauties to the palace. After all, how many people in their twenties are not interested in women?

At first, Zhong Zhichen did not accept it and even turned away. However, as time went by, the emperor began to indirectly arrange a marriage for him. The woman to be married was of course his principal wife, but at that time he only had his junior sister in his heart. So after weighing the options, he accepted those women, feeding and caring for them well, but never touching them and giving them no official status.

After speaking, he gazed at her bright, now radiant face, his eyes filled with even more tenderness. What he didn't say was that there was another reason he accepted these women: some of them were spies from various factions. Rather than having the enemy in the shadows and himself in the open, making it impossible to guard against them all, it was better to keep them under his nose and have someone keep a close watch on them. This matter was too sordid; how could the pure and innocent person in his heart come into contact with such people?

Although Qin Yuechan felt a little better, she wasn't going to let him off the hook. She raised her head and interrogated him, "You dare say that not a single one of them cared?"

Knowing who she was referring to, he was amused by her sullen little expression. He tightened his long arm and pulled her into a full embrace, then flipped her over and forcefully silenced her chattering little mouth.

They haven't even asked clearly yet!

Soon, behind the screen, boundless passion reignited, and a chorus of soft moans filled the air...

In the blink of an eye, Qin Yuechan had been living in the Prince's mansion for more than ten days, and her daily routine consisted of the following: eating, sleeping, taking walks, and sex!

It was as if she had returned to life in the small courtyard, embroidering every day, playing with Qing'er, and the rest of the time was spent serving Zhong Zhichen, that wolf who was never full.

However, after a period of leisure, she still felt something was missing. Every time she saw his face, she would think of her other five senior brothers. Although there were some conflicts among the six of them when they were at Sanqing Mountain, they were unusually united when it came to her. Why hadn't she seen them for ten days? Actually, she didn't miss the others that much, but the image of her second senior brother appeared in her mind every day recently. She remembered the scene of their helpless separation at the royal hunting grounds of Xuanwu Kingdom two years ago, and her heart felt heavy.

I thought I would be Qin Muhan's concubine forever, but now that we are fellow disciples, shouldn't we be able to meet?

So she chose a sweet and romantic evening, and after the two had dinner, they took a walk hand in hand in the back garden. When she cautiously made this suggestion, Zhong Zhichen's cold face instantly turned as cold as Antarctica!

"You really want to be with him that much?" Releasing her hand, the tall figure in the dark purple python robe slowly walked forward.

Qin Yuechan followed behind him, took his small hand behind his back, and answered with a smile, "Of course I'd rather be with Senior Brother!" She coaxed him with a bright smile, and finally noticed that his cold expression had softened, so she added, "But, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I miss him a little."

Her soft voice melted one's heart. He understood, of course, the feelings his junior sister had for the second brother—that tender, dependent feeling of a fledgling bird that he lacked. But…

Eagle Eyes gazed at the setting sun gradually disappearing into the distance, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

He turned around, placed his hands on her slender shoulders, and showed a tenderness only for her on his handsome face with its distinct features. "Be a good boy and listen to me, and today your senior brother will write a letter to the second brother." After saying that, he didn't forget to flick her little upturned nose.

Receiving a satisfactory reply, Qin Yuechan cried out excitedly and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her small arms around his waist, which was without an ounce of fat, and rubbing against him like a little animal, "Thank you, Senior Brother! Chan'er loves you so much!"

She was overjoyed from the bottom of her heart, and her whole being was radiant. Forgetting that she had just eaten, she held his hand and jumped around happily. But she didn't notice the dangerous eyes in Zhong Zhichen's icy face behind her.

When people are happy, they are in high spirits, and that's exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking sweetly about her second senior brother's handsome appearance. She asked someone to pick some flowers from the flower room, and she spent her days taking baths and doing face masks. Her already beautiful face was now even more dazzling and stunning.

A few days later, Zhong Zhichen went to court early as usual. Qin Yuechan slept in bed until the sun was high in the sky and she was hungry before reluctantly getting out of bed.

Just as she finished her lunch, which was neither early nor late, Qing'er announced that Madam Rou had arrived. Her embroidery paused, a wave of impatience washing over her. This woman had come to inquire about what she needed when she first entered the household, but seeing her lukewarm attitude, she hadn't returned. She didn't have any particular feelings for this woman; she seemed like a virtuous wife and loving mother, neither smiling nor speaking, but the feeling of a principal wife meeting a mistress was truly unpleasant. What had brought her here today?

Rouyu entered the main hall of Tingchan Garden with graceful steps and elegant manners. Qin Yuechan, sitting above, watched coldly but could not find any fault with her.

With a faint smile, she nodded, had someone offer her a seat and serve tea, and then asked, "What brings you here today, Madam Rou?"

Rouyu smiled sweetly. Although she was in her early twenties, she had more charm than a young girl like her. She looked at Qin Yuechan at the head of the table with her phoenix eyes and said with a smile, "Your Highness is too kind. You can just call me Rouyu."

In the past few days, Zhong Zhichen has been somewhat agitated, which has caused her back to ache. She leaned against the chaise longue, and Qing'er, with her keen eye, brought her a soft pillow to lean on. With a smile in her eyes, she asked, "Madam Rou is too modest. Logically speaking, you are older and have been in the manor for many years. Chan'er should call you elder sister."

"Your Highness, you are so kind and compassionate, I dare not accept such a thing." Rouyu declined, flattered. Qin Yuechan did not insist, and after exchanging pleasantries for a while, she explained her purpose in detail.

"I've come today to hand over the keys to the manor. I've been honored by Your Highness's favor in managing all the affairs of the manor. Now that you've entered the manor, these keys should rightfully be entrusted to you for safekeeping." With that, she stood up generously and took out a long bunch of keys.

She scrutinized Rouyu's expression, finding no flaws. But regardless of whether Rouyu genuinely relinquished power, she couldn't accept it now. Not for any other reason than that Rouyu was new to the area and unfamiliar with the people. If she took power, her subordinates would create obstacles for her, leaving her in a terrible mess.

She got up and walked to Rouyu, took the key from her, and noticed that Rouyu's hand paused and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. In an instant, Qin Yuechan smiled innocently and handed the key back to her. "Sister has been managing the palace diligently for many years. I am young and ignorant and I am afraid I cannot manage this mess. So please continue to manage the household so that I can take a break."

She was already quite a bit younger than Rouyu, and her beautiful face smiled innocently. Moreover, Rouyu wasn't really willing to hand over power, so she pretended to be reluctant when she tried to refuse. It wasn't until Qin Yuechan said that if she didn't agree, she would tell the prince that she had finally put away the key and changed the subject to Zhong Zhichen's birthday.

She was a little confused, as if she didn't even know it was his birthday... A pang of guilt flashed through her mind, realizing that she was not even as good as the concubines in the mansion, despite how good he was to her. After thinking it over, she decided to give him a birthday that he would never forget.

Time flies like an arrow. Amidst eager anticipation and excitement, the world welcomes a warm spring. Grass grows and birds fly, and everywhere is a tender green. The Regent's twenty-eighth birthday has finally arrived.

Preparations began a month in advance, and on her birthday, the place was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, a departure from the simple arrangements of previous years. Zhong Zhichen watched as she excitedly decorated, tilting her little head up as if she wanted to show off to her. Apart from worrying that she would get tired, he let her do as she pleased.

However, this time, the guests were only officials of the third rank or above in the imperial court, since the Regent's Palace was not a place for ordinary minor officials to enter.

---Aside---

Are there really too many sex scenes...?