"Of course not! Mu Yunjin is a bastard, I hate him to death, how could I let him call me that? Besides, I don't even know why he was there, do you not believe me?" Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened, her eyes were watery with passion, making her look exceptionally beautiful.
Mu Yunhe finally felt relieved; he wouldn't be satisfied until she said it herself. He kissed her fiercely, his hard lips and tongue conquering her. Luo Zhiheng was so frightened that she quickly shut her mouth to prevent him from entering. Mu Yunhe glared at her with displeasure: "What?"
"No, I just threw up, it was so disgusting," Luo Zhiheng stammered, covering her mouth.
She could feel disgusted by Mu Yunjin because she didn't care about him, and therefore didn't care what he thought of her. But Mu Yunhe was different. She cared about him and didn't want him to think badly of her, much less feel disgusted while kissing him.
Mu Yunhe smiled slightly, cupped her face, and said, "I love you no matter what. I won't abandon you just because your mouth is filthy. But remember, even what you vomit will be mine. Give it to Mu Yunjin? He's not worthy!"
Luo Zhiheng's eyes widened, and she instantly thought Mu Yunhe must have been kicked in the head by a donkey. How could he even compete for something so disgusting?
Mu Yunhe had moved to her neck, showering her with kisses, some light, some heavy, slowly moving downwards. He held her soft hands, kneading them with varying degrees of pressure, teasing and tenderness to the fullest extent.
Luo Zhiheng once again succumbed to his passionate advances. Little did she know that his large hand had silently moved to her lower back, slowly lifting her skirt and slipping inside. He knew there was no longer any obstruction, and his hand could instantly touch the smooth, tender flesh he had longed for.
Suddenly, Luo Zhiheng felt her body stiffen, her pupils constrict, and her face flushed even more.
Because her most private parts were now completely covered by Mu Yunhe's large hands, which were even stroking and kneading her with varying degrees of pressure. Although it was haphazard and occasionally hurt her, the pleasure she felt was all the more intense.
This was their first uninhibited intimate contact. There, Luo Zhiheng felt as if she were being electrocuted, each thrust almost killing her. She couldn't help but groan and moan…
Mu Yunhe stiffened upon hearing her voice, and then, as his injuries flared, he became increasingly unruly, his breathing heavy and his eyes bloodshot.
Their first intimate encounter was such an intensely stimulating experience that both of them felt their blood boil from the heat.
Her clothes had disappeared at some point, and when she remembered, she felt him biting and nibbling at her soft flesh. Luo Zhiheng could barely stand. No matter how strong a person is, she is still a woman after all, and she would melt into water under the passion of the man she loved.
"Mu Yunhe!" Suddenly, she cried out urgently as Mu Yunhe picked her up and carried her to the bathtub.
Mu Yunhe's eyes shone brightly, his lips were as red as blood, and he wore an unruly and wicked smile as he strode forward and gently placed her in the bathtub. The warm water instantly enveloped her naked body, making her sore body feel comfortable, and the pain caused by the alcohol seemed to be relieved.
"Why is there water?" Her voice was hoarse, and her raised eyes were charming and alluring, making her seem like she was being coquettish.
"Knowing you would get drunk, I had it prepared in advance."
Mu Yunhe smiled, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped into the bathtub. Water splashed out instantly, accompanied by Luo Zhiheng's astonished cry, pushing the temperature in the bath room to a climax.
He wouldn't let her escape, and with a single long arm he imprisoned her in his arms, making her sit on his lap, their skin touching, with no distance between them.
"Don't move, or I really won't be able to hold back." Mu Yunhe buried his face hard in the crook of her neck, his low growl sounding somewhat exasperated.
Luo Zhiheng dared not move. She was genuinely scared; the first time was always painful. On her sister-in-law's wedding night, she had curiously eavesdropped and heard her beautiful new sister-in-law screaming incessantly. Terrified, she ran back to her room, but the soundproofing was poor, and she could hear her sister-in-law's pitiful cries all night. That night, Luo Zhiheng suffered from insomnia and was so frightened that she didn't dare speak to her brother for a month. She thought her brother was too cruel.
But now it was her turn, and the bride had changed to Mu Yunhe. Luo Zhiheng felt a pang of sympathy for him. However, she had never experienced anything like it before, and felt lost and uneasy.
Feeling his erection looming high, right in front of her private parts, Luo Zhiheng instantly felt like she should just die and be reincarnated. She closed her eyes and stammered, "If you... if you really can't resist, we can... we can do it."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunhe could no longer suppress his anger. He pressed her down and slammed her hard. Both of them gasped sharply. Luo Zhiheng felt as if her heart had been violently gripped. Her whole body convulsed. She grabbed the edge of the bathtub with one hand and frantically wrapped her other arm around Mu Yunhe's neck, letting out a long cry.
Mu Yunhe turned her face back, kissing and nibbling at her until he finally gasped for breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Shut up! Don't provoke me anymore."
Luo Zhiheng giggled, "What's wrong? Didn't you say you couldn't hold back? Why don't you do it?" Mu Yunhe's shy expression emboldened Luo Zhiheng. 17245391
Mu Yunhe looked annoyed and awkwardly snorted, "I don't want to get you on someone else's turf. Your first time has to be in our own home."
This was an obsession; Mu Yunhe wanted to complete their life's major event in a place that belonged to him and Luo Zhiheng, only then would he feel fulfilled. In that place, they would rejoice, make love, conceive their child, have their child born, and be surrounded by descendants. How wonderful that would be.
If it were here, nothing would be perfect. After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime first time, beautiful and unforgettable, tender and poignant—how could it be in a place like this?
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback, slightly embarrassed, and hugged him without saying a word. The cloud bed thudded.
"But now you use your hand to help me, hurry up." Mu Yunhe probably realized that his words were a bit pretentious, and his face turned very embarrassed and shy. He coldly ordered her, and at the same time placed her slightly resistant hand on his, his big hand holding her small hand, and her small hand holding his manhood, and they moved together.
Luo Zhiheng frowned, her palms burning with pain. Listening to his shallow breathing and seeing his predatory gaze, she pouted, tears welling in her eyes. It was like this again. She hated using her hands to help him. She didn't know how long other men lasted, but Mu Yunhe seemed endless. Each time, her hands ached terribly.
But every time, she couldn't bear to refuse him. As long as Mu Yunhe gave her a wronged look or a coquettish hum, even the hardest heart would melt.
In the bathhouse, the two lovers were deeply in love and their passion was burning brightly. Far from being torn apart by Mu Yunjin's schemes, their relationship deepened, their trust in each other became stronger, and their love grew even more intense.
Outside on the rooftop, Mu Yunjin's face, though swollen, was ashen. His clenched fists, with veins bulging, revealed his rage, a hardened resolve that seemed capable of destroying everything.
He didn't know why he was so angry at this moment. Was it because the plan had failed? Or because of his disdain for Mu Yunhe's infatuation? Or perhaps because of his contempt for Luo Zhiheng's seductive, lewd, and shameless behavior? Or was it some kind of anger towards himself? Mu Yunjin's anger was unclear, but he was furious and wished he could rush in immediately, grab those two shameless people, and separate them!
Veins bulged on Mu Yunjin's forehead as he suppressed his anger and inexplicable rage. He let out a heavy snort before leaving in the blink of an eye.
The wet nurse appeared on the other rooftop, coldly staring at the spot where Mu Yunjin had disappeared, a sneer curling at the corner of her lips: "You overestimating yourself!"
Mu Yunjin returned to his room and smashed the cup, but his immense anger still lingered. His ears were filled with the lewd moans and groans of that vixen Luo Zhiheng, along with her soft pleas and curses. Mu Yunjin couldn't help but imagine what Luo Zhiheng's expression was like when she spoke those words and made those vile sounds. Was she wrapped her arms around Mu Yunhe's neck as she had today? Or was she even more unrestrained?
Thinking of this, Mu Yunjin felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, chilling her to the bone! Her eyes widened in horror, and she slammed her fist on the table. Mu Yunjin felt she was truly insane! Why did she have to think about that despicable Luo Zhiheng? Without even thinking, she was lewd and filthy. No wonder she could seduce Mu Yunhe, this naive and sickly young man, so infatuated. With that alluring charm, she was comparable to a prostitute; what man wouldn't be tempted?
Mu Yunjin was unwilling to accept it. He refused to believe that Luo Zhiheng had no flaws, nor did he believe that the relationship between the two was truly unbreakable. His cold gaze fell on the bundle he had brought, where another letter lay quietly...
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316 Arriving amidst vicissitudes, departing with warmth! (Bonus chapter for 20,000 comments)
Updated: 2013-09-09 15:22:41 Word Count: 3664
The next morning, Mu Yunhe's courtyard was bustling with activity. The wet nurse was busy arranging for people to pack their belongings, Xiao Xizi was running around following behind, and Qi Wan, because of his head injury, could only watch from the side. But anyone with eyes could see that they were packing their luggage.
Mu Yunhe had already given the order; the luggage was already packed and ready for departure today, and all that was needed now was to load it onto the carriage.
The pharaohs also got up early. Because the journey was long, they had to leave as soon as possible. Murong Qianxue naturally had to go back with them. Elder Tong decided that they would not go to the palace to say goodbye to the empress. As for the emperor of the Southern Dynasty, he probably couldn't wait for them to leave.
The courtyard was bustling with activity, but there wasn't much noise, because their mistress was still asleep. The master, though he had gotten up, gave them some instructions and then went back inside.
The Princess was not one to join in the fun, and she was quite free to do as she pleased. But now, with a furrowed brow, she arrived at Mu Yunhe's courtyard and grabbed the wet nurse, who was eagerly preparing to leave, saying, "Are you really leaving? Aren't you coming back with me?"
The wet nurse was already feeling guilty in front of the Prince and couldn't wait to leave. His question only fueled her fears that he might plot against her. So she carefully replied, "Since you abandoned me so many years ago, banished me, and disowned me, what would I do back? Don't try to persuade me, Your Majesty. My mind is made up to follow the young lady, and that will never change. If you truly love your sister, then please pretend you've never seen me, or pretend Qin Yinheng is dead. At least that would save me a lot of trouble."
The King's face was extremely grim. His own sister had actually spoken like that. Although her words didn't directly criticize the Silver Moon Kingdom, they were filled with considerable rejection and hatred. Had their mother, the Queen, left Heng'er with too many unpleasant impressions? That was why Heng'er now felt so disliked and resistant towards that family.
But thinking of his mother's health, Prince Shi couldn't help but say, "Heng'er, don't be like this. Your mother must have had her own reasons back then. You are her child, born in her womb. She knows best whether you are her child or not. You can't believe what others say. Your mother must have had some reasons that we can't understand. We, as her daughters, should understand her. Do you know how much your mother has missed you all these years? She misses your father even more. In all these years, no one has been able to replace your place in her heart. So, can't you go back? Even just to see her for a moment would be enough."
Despite the King's earnest advice, the wet nurse felt a chill. She didn't know the exact details of what happened back then because she was too young, but she clearly remembered the relentless assassins who swarmed towards them, claiming to be acting on the Empress's orders. These claims were true, and the ones carrying out these orders were either the King or the Emperor.
Even though the King has not yet intended to kill her, she still does not trust him.
If she truly is Qin Yinheng, then she poses a tremendous threat to Emperor Xian and Prince Shi. With Qin Yinheng present, Emperor Xian's position as Crown Princess is illegitimate! If Prince Shi also desires the Empress's throne, he will be even less likely to allow this competitor to live. Now that she has been forced to expose herself, she has already committed a heinous crime deserving of death; how could she dare return to that den of wolves?
We absolutely cannot let them know about the existence of the young master, and even more importantly, we cannot let them know that the master is dead! Going back would be tantamount to exposing her current lies, and they will definitely dig up the young master's past.
"I'm sorry, I can't go back. That place has never belonged to me since the day you kicked me out. Please let me go. And don't bring this up again." The wet nurse's attitude was resolute, her gaze cold, and she left after speaking.
The Queen's face was grim, her eyes dark. She simply couldn't understand why her younger sister refused to return to the country. The events of that year were in the past, and no matter what she said, Qin Yinheng wouldn't believe her. It was infuriating! Who did she take after for such a stubborn temper?
The king had no choice. He couldn't let the person he had finally found escape again. Reluctantly, he decided to leave with them so that he could stay with the wet nurse and gradually win her over until she was willing to go back with him.
Upon returning to his room, the King ordered his men to pack their belongings. He then pulled up the still-sleeping Poison Saint Lou Yun and dressed him.
Seeing her pale face, Lou Yun swallowed the words he was about to utter. He was now somewhat afraid of the Prince; the Prince was highly skilled in martial arts, and each slap to the face and body was very painful. Lou Yun was extremely weak and naturally couldn't withstand the Prince's beating, so he could only swallow his anger and impatiently ask, "Where are you taking me?"
The Prince lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, seeing that a little color had finally returned to his face, merely from waking up. Now, seeing her beautiful face completely devoid of color, his heart ached. He knew that those slaps had driven Lou Yun away again, making him retreat into his shell, unwilling to face her, avoiding her.
So what? He's her man. Even if he doesn't want to, this is all he can do for the rest of his life. Where else can he run to?
"Let's go to the Mu Dynasty."
Lou Yun immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this! He struggled violently, roaring, "Fuck you! I'm not going there, I'm not going!"
The king's expression changed; he knew his resistance stemmed from fear, a fear born of the indelible shadow she had cast upon him. A pang of sadness gripped her heart. Decades had passed, yet he still couldn't forget her—how much hatred must he harbor? Could she still warm his heart?
Seeing Lou Yun about to run away, the Prince grabbed him and pulled him back. Although she couldn't bear it and wanted to comfort him, she couldn't. If she comforted him, her heart would soften, she wouldn't be able to bear seeing him sad, and she might abandon the sister she had finally found. The Prince wanted both love and family, so even if Lou Yun was in pain, she couldn't compromise.
"You better behave yourself! We're not going to that place, we're just going to the capital of the Mu Dynasty. Luo Zhiheng is going home, don't you like that child? We'll stay at her house, we're not going to that place, you don't need to be afraid." The Prince forcefully dressed Lou Yun and pulled him out of bed.
Lou Yun instantly burst into tears, his handsome yet effeminate face filled with intense terror and hatred. He even pleaded with her, "I won't go to the Mu Dynasty! Don't make me go there! I'll do anything you want, just don't make me go to that hellhole!"
The king's eyes practically blazed with fire as he roared through gritted teeth, "You'll do anything I ask? I'll send you to the Mu Dynasty! Just come with me. Can you do that?"
"No! I won't go there! Get out of here! You're just forcing me, just making me suffer. I said I won't go to that damned place, let me go, put me down!" Lou Yun's roaring voice trembled with fear.
The Queen's heart felt as if it had been ripped open, bleeding and aching. With a cold face, she hoisted Lou Yun onto her shoulder and strode out, saying in a chilling voice, "You have to go! Wherever I am, you must go. Don't even think about making me suffer another day of longing without being able to see you. I've had enough of this!"
Lou Yun was carried along, struggling, crying, and roaring, but she couldn't soften the King's heart and change his mind.
When the wet nurse went out to check the carriages, she saw that there were several more carriages than originally planned, and the Prince of Shi happened to be carrying Lou Yun out. He got into the carriage without even saying hello.
The wet nurse's lips twitched violently. She grabbed one of the people and asked, only to learn that the Prince was actually going back to the Mu Dynasty with them. The wet nurse instantly felt a sense of foreboding. The Prince was too high a target; the journey would likely be even more dangerous. But with the Prince here, if the person who framed the Empress and her master tried to assassinate her, his presence might allow her to find the mastermind, and thus, perhaps, avenge the Empress and her master.
Mu Yunhe had a wild time last night, and he couldn't control himself. He never knew that Luo Zhiheng could be so obedient when drunk. All he had to do was kiss her, plead with her, and praise her, and she would do whatever he wanted without any resistance. 1.
The thought of releasing himself again and again in her two soft, boneless little hands last night was an unprecedented, soul-stirring, and pleasurable experience that he could never forget, yet still wanted more.
However, the aftereffects were severe. Luo Zhiheng still couldn't wake up and was in a daze. But seeing that the caravan was about to leave, he couldn't let so many people in the carriage wait. So he dressed Luo Zhiheng and then picked her up and left.
When everyone saw that Luo Zhiheng was being carried out by Mu Yunhe, they were all stunned. Then they were all shy and envious of Luo Zhiheng for being so loved and cared for by such a powerful and handsome man as Mu Yunhe. It was a blessing she had earned over several lifetimes.
The pharaohs were now standing outside the door waiting for them. Murong Qianxue pulled Yu'er, whose eyes were red and swollen, and gave her some instructions. The two of them were reluctant to part.
Hearing the rising greetings behind them, everyone turned to see Mu Yunhe gracefully and calmly carrying the fast-sleeping Luo Zhiheng as he strode towards them. He was already strikingly handsome, and now he looked even better. The faint smile on his lips made him even more dashing. His long hair almost touched Luo Zhiheng's flowing hair, swaying as they announced their intimacy to the world.
Even when Luo Zhiheng was asleep, she remained trusting and at ease in his arms, her obedient little face pressed against his chest. Being held by the man she had fought so hard to save, even in this feudal ancient society, no one dared to mock or ridicule her arrogance and disregard for the rules.
Because she has the right to enjoy everything about this man!
The princess gave Mu Yunhe life, but also caused him a lifetime of sorrow. Luo Zhiheng gave Mu Yunhe a new life and a future. Without Luo Zhiheng, there would be no Mu Yunhe today.
The wet nurse was overjoyed, and she and Xiao Xizi exchanged a glance, both beaming with smiles.
Before gathering supplies for the day. Fate is truly a wondrous thing, and destiny is mysterious beyond measure. I still remember the day I left the Mu Prince's residence; the young prince absolutely refused to leave, and it was Luo Zhiheng who devised a plan to have the wet nurse knock him unconscious, then carried him onto the carriage and took him away. Now, times have changed, the situation has reversed. The man who was once said to not live past twenty is now full of vigor, proudly carrying his petite beloved woman, about to return home!
Their journey to the Southern Dynasties was coming to an end, but each of them had gained something from it—whether it was love, life, insights, or humanity. In any case, they had all benefited greatly.
Everyone bowed and paid their respects as Mu Yunhe boarded the carriage first. He was holding Luo Zhiheng in his arms, and his cold and stern aura vanished in the morning light. He came with a sense of vicissitude, and when he left, all that remained was warmth for the woman in his arms!
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