The next day.
The sun rose high, and all things stirred back to life.
After a round of intimate exchanges, Fan Tian and Eldest Princess Yao Ye were both thoroughly satisfied with each other.
Yao Ye's talent might not have amounted to much, but as an imperial princess and future empress, she offered a charm all her own.
Youth was always the greatest capital. Otherwise, why would people say men all liked eighteen-year-old girls?
Fan Tian had enjoyed her youthful body all night. Having tasted the marrow, he only craved more, and he felt wonderfully refreshed.
Yao Ye had been utterly conquered by Fan Tian's forceful, masculine charm. Not only was his status exalted and his strength formidable, but he was also wonderfully skilled. That solid chest seemed capable of melting her.
"My lord, I'm exhausted. I can't take any more."
"Still calling me 'my lord'? Call me darling."
Looking at the warm, soft body nestled in his arms, Fan Tian gently pinched her snow-white bottom.
Yao Ye let out a soft whimper, her voice so tender it could have dripped water.
A glistening trace still lingered at the corner of her mouth. Her slender hands circled Fan Tian's neck, and her eyes were hazy.
"Darling, you're amazing. I feel like I could die of pleasure."
The two nestled together, feeling each other's warmth!
Suddenly, Fan Tian raised his head and swept his gaze toward the horizon.
A graceful girl in a tight-fitting purple robe appeared above the imperial palace.
Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma, who had been guarding outside, hurried into the air to confront the purple-clad girl.
"Let her in."
After shouting that, Fan Tian hurriedly pulled up his trousers and urged Yao Ye, who stood beside him, to get dressed.
"Someone's here."
Yao Ye froze. "Who?"
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