Pleasures of the Throne: Two Beauties Compete

Deep within the Solar System Divine Temple, atop the Golden Throne, Tang Ping leaned against the armrest, watching Sun Ruowei and Brolin His Highness with great interest.

Brolin wore the traditional finery of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire, with roses embroidered in gold thread shimmering against the black fabric, her skirt swaying gracefully, drawing attention.

As she curtsied, she deliberately arched her neck gracefully, revealing a glimpse of her fair, delicate skin and cleavage. Her voice was melodious. "Master, the embroidery on your dragon robe today is truly exquisite, making you appear even more majestic. Looking across the Primal Universe, I doubt you could find another powerful figure with such bearing."

Sun Ruowei stood opposite, dressed in the silver-white manager's uniform of the Virtual Universe Company, looking capable and efficient.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her voice neither loud nor soft. "Master's elegance needs no external adornment. But Sister Brolin, your clothes today, though luxurious, are perhaps a bit too elaborate. I'm afraid they might get in the way when serving Master."

Brolin's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal as she reached out to brush away non-existent dust from Tang Ping's shoulder.

Sun Ruowei, carrying a cup of fragrant tea, stepped forward gracefully, curtsied, and offered the teacup. Her movements were fluid and perfectly timed, blocking Brolin's hand. "Master," she said, "This is freshly picked Cloud Mist Tea, brewed with water from the Three Thousand Year Jade Marrow Spring Water. Would you like to try some?"

"Sister Ruowei is so thoughtful." Brolin chuckled, and as she withdrew her hand, she deliberately scratched the back of Sun Ruowei's hand lightly with her fingernail, her tone sweet and cloying. "Unlike me, clumsy and only thinking about pleasing my master, I forgot about these thoughtful little things."

Sun Ruowei a tingling sensation on the back of her hand, but she simply looked up at Tang Ping and said gently, "It is my duty to share my master's burdens. But my sister, being born into royalty, a golden branch and jade leaf, I'm afraid you can't even judge the temperature of the tea properly, can you?"

"You!" Brolin's expression changed slightly.

Tang Ping took a sip of tea, showing no intention of mediating whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed pleased with the outcome.

This attitude is undoubtedly one of indulgence.

The two women's back-and-forth banter and sharp-tongued exchanges were far more interesting than the dry discussions of philosophy, cultivation, and official duties.

Golden light danced around Tang Ping, transforming into a fluffy Little Cat Girl —the highly advanced AI, Little Love. She hopped and skipped around the throne, her tail tip gently brushing against the back of Tang Ping's hand, displaying a charming and affectionate demeanor.

As a highly intelligent AI, Little Love has far too much free time. Her daily routine consists of sending and receiving a few emails, handling some official business in the Solar System according to the plans left by the King Iron Face, and randomly checking whether the supplies sent from all over the universe are up to standard.

These trivial matters don't even require one ten-thousandth of her computing power.

So, transforming into Little Cat Girl and clinging to Tang Ping became her favorite thing to do.

Sometimes she would rub her head against his palm, sometimes she would tilt her little face up and ask for a pat. Even if Tang Ping just casually stroked her ears and tail a few times, she would squint her eyes, make a satisfied purring sound, and wag her tail happily, leaving a blurry afterimage.

It's a pure and enviable kind of happiness.

After playing for a while, Little Love suddenly stopped, her yellow vertical pupils fixed on Brolin, her little brows furrowing slightly.

"Master, according to big data psychological behavior analysis, Brolin is gloomy and deliberately tries to please you in her words, while frequently belittling Sun Ruowei in an attempt to monopolize your attention."

If she gains power in the future, she will most likely use your authority to act, which could at best damage your reputation, and at worst, lead to wrongdoing and disregard for human life. Furthermore, she has deep ties with the Ross Family and many enemies; your close association with her could affect your relationship with the Luo Family.

Tang Ping smiled slightly and responded mentally, "Firstly, Brolin is a smart woman. After this experience, she knows better than anyone what she should and shouldn't do; secondly, my relationship with the Luo Family won't be affected by Brolin; thirdly..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping His Highness the two women who were still secretly vying with His Highness, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Life is infinitely long; don't you find it interesting to occasionally watch a good show?"

Little Love tilted her head, her golden vertical pupils filled with confusion. In her logical system, all actions should prioritize maximizing the master's interests, and she couldn't understand this kind of seemingly "harmful and self-defeating" entertainment at all.

But she knew that her master's will always supersede all interests. If her master liked it, then it was right.

Having figured this out, Little Love quietly added Brolin to her watch list, and would report her immediately if she ever overstepped her bounds.

As for Sun Ruowei, Little Love glanced at her seemingly docile but actually calculating appearance and silently added a note to her: Defensive type, no proactive aggression, mainly for self-preservation.

A debt of three thousand Hunyuan is something a Realm Lord could never repay, even if he worked himself to death.

Now, living a life of leisure here, enjoying delicacies and fine clothes, with nothing to worry about except for the occasional bickering with Brolin and serving King Anle, Sun Ruowei is already quite content.

Her greatest hope now is that Tang Ping will go into seclusion as soon as possible, so that she can be completely at ease and live a peaceful and happy life for a thousand years.

Your His Highness, seeing that Tang Ping hadn't spoken for a long time, Brolin's eyes lit up, and she came up with another plan.

She suddenly walked into the hall, twirled and danced, her skirt fluttering like a butterfly, her voice soft and alluring. "Master, I have learned the war dance of the Black Dragon Mountain royal family. The dance moves conceal a murderous intent. Would you like to see it?"

Seeing this, Sun Ruowei couldn't help but sneer, "War dance emphasizes strength and power, but your dance, sister, is so soft it's like you have no bones. I'm afraid you couldn't even kill a chicken, could you?"

Brolin paused in her dance, then glared angrily at Sun Ruowei.

"I've heard that the Black Dragon Mountain royal family is known for their exceptionally flexible physiques," Tang Ping said calmly. "Brolin, you should learn some yoga from ancient Earth cultures. Sun Ruowei, you will instruct her."

Sun Ruowei paused slightly, inwardly rolling her eyes. With her World Lord Rank divine sense, she was already intimately familiar with the ancient culture of Earth spanning tens of thousands of years, so she naturally knew what yoga was.

That old lecher!

Despite her inner grumbling, she dared not hesitate for a moment and bowed, replying, "Yes, Master."

Brolin was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward, adopting a submissive posture. "Thank you for your kindness, Master!"

Sister Ruowei, please give me your guidance.

"You flatter me," Sun Ruowei replied casually. "Yoga emphasizes the unity of body and mind. Little sister, let's start with a basic backbend. Remember, keep your back straight and your legs straight. If you bend, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Brolin gritted her teeth, secretly competing with herself. She immediately took a deep breath and slowly bent over. Her physique was indeed flexible, and her movements were extremely standard. She even deliberately bent her waist lower, trying to show off her advantage.

Sun Ruowei stood to the side, watching coldly, occasionally finding fault: "Your legs are bent, start over." "Your back isn't straight, the master won't be comfortable watching." "Your movements are too slow, you have no spirit at all."

Tang Ping sat on his throne, chin in hand, watching the two women, one gritting her teeth and persisting, the other being strict and picky, finding it all quite amusing.

The physique of this Black Dragon Mountain royal family member is indeed extraordinary; some of their movements are simply beyond imagination. They're truly amazing to be able to lift themselves that high!

But he didn't rush forward to do whatever he wanted; he simply watched quietly.

Having lived this long, he had long since come to understand a truth: once you truly possess and thoroughly understand a woman, the initial novelty and interest will gradually fade. Moreover, many women, no matter how gentle, obedient, and sensible they were before, will gradually feel that they are also remarkable once they marry a strong man, and their temperament will become increasingly arrogant and unpredictable.

Instead of rushing to pick the fruit, why not enjoy the pleasures of being a "fisherman"?

The joy of fishing lies not in whether or not you catch any fish.

Leaning against the mountain for support, sitting on the ground for a mat, with the gentle breeze as a lure and fallen petals as bait, all things in the world can be taken into view and enjoyed by me.

Whether or not you ultimately caught any fish, what does it matter?

As long as you're happy!