"An?"
"An?"
The palace was filled with all kinds of women, each one possessing exceptional beauty.
The moment they saw Yang An, the lovestruck aura and intelligence-reducing aura around him immediately took effect. His wives and concubines flushed with desire, their seductive eyes soft as silk. If Yang An had not been covered in insect blood and wounds, they would have eagerly thrown themselves into his arms.
"Oh my, Anan is so impatient. If the general comes to question us later, how are we supposed to explain this?"
Affected by the intelligence-reducing aura, the women's faces flushed crimson, and their breathing grew increasingly ragged. The moment they thought of Yang An's masterful techniques, they could no longer hold back.
Yet Yang An darted into the bathroom, drove out the concubines who wanted to bathe with him, and turned on the cold water to wash himself alone.
Outside the bathroom, quite a few concubines found it strange, but they did not dwell on it. Aside from those two elusive peerless beauties, they had never sensed any threat from the other women.
Every woman Yang An had taken into his crystal palace during the hopeless apocalypse possessed an outstanding figure, temperament, and appearance. None of them lacked confidence in herself...
Bang!
The lavish, almost ostentatious bathroom door was violently smashed open. The women saw only a yellow whirlwind sweep past. When they looked into the bathroom again, Yang An was nowhere to be seen.
The women looked at one another, and the awkward atmosphere lingered for a long time. Eventually, one concubine timidly said, "Sisters, could something have happened on the military's side? Is that why An was in such a hurry?"
The explanation was riddled with holes. Every clever woman present could have found dozens, if not hundreds, of reasons to