Qian Renxue, a Beauty Beyond Compare

"Your Majesty..."

There was no denying it: Qian Renxue's perfect figure drove Jiang Mingyang wild.

She couldn't help turning her head to glare at him.

Jiang Mingyang slowly lay down. Qian Renxue rested her delicate hand on his stomach and leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing softly.

Jiang Mingyang had to admit that Qianqian was breathtakingly beautiful. She was every bit as wonderful as ever.

Suddenly, Qian Renxue raised her head slightly and asked, shy but insistent, "How... how do you know so many... improper things?

Tell me! Do you have another woman?"

Jiang Mingyang slowly placed his left hand on Qian Renxue.

With his right, he gently smoothed the hair across her forehead.

Then he met her eyes and said firmly, "Are those things really improper?

Qianqian, you should know these are peerless techniques passed down through generations of our ancestors.

Generation after generation tested them. They've stood the test of time, and they're remarkably practical!

In my view, a widely used and valuable technique needs three qualities: a long history, broad reach, and practical use!

Qianqian, tell me, isn't this a practical technique?

You can't casually dismiss our ancestors' contributions!"

Qian Renxue shot him a glare, but she seemed unable to find a rebuttal.

So she retorted without a shred of logic, "Crooked ways! Wicked intentions! Hmph!"

Jiang Mingyang smiled in triumph and pinched her lovely, smooth nose.

Still smiling, he said, "How are these crooked ways?

As descendants, it's our duty to carry on what our ancestors left us—keep the best and discard the dross!"

Qian Renxue blushed at his righteous-sounding answer.

Her mind went blank. Unable to argue, she gave him a sidelong glance that said he'd better watch himself.

Qian Renxue fell silent and lay quietly against Jiang Mingyang's chest, listening to him breathe.