Spring tides surged upon the bed; a fallen princess decided to enter the game with her own body

"Nonsense? It's not the first time."

Besides, you all came to us one by one tonight.

If I were not to treat my beloved concubines well, wouldn't I be letting them down?

Gu Moran chuckled softly.

We simply slept in the same bed.

Two are missing this time.

Surrounded by the soft, fragrant embrace of the woman, his domineering inner energy surged forth.

With a sweep of his arms, he pulled Xie Wanqing and Su Yao close at the same time.

In an instant.

Beneath the heavy brocade quilt, undercurrents surged.

The heavy canopy bed, crafted from rosewood, creaked and groaned.

finally.

The moment she entered Su Yao's courtyard, Murong Xue finally caught up with Yun Shuyue.

"You're good at light footwork, huh? You run fast, huh? You have a loud voice, huh?"

"Let's go to the training ground, and see how I deal with you! You're not allowed to stop until you've run five hundred laps!"

"Waaaaah... Sister Xue, I was wrong. Sister Su, are you there? Please come and save me..."

Outside the warm pavilion in Su Yao's courtyard.

The drizzle had stopped sometime earlier, and the night wind swept across the wet, green-tiled rooftops, bringing with it a chilling sensation.

Beneath the dark eaves, hidden by dense wisteria vines behind the back window, a lithe, cat-like figure hung upside down from a thick beam.

Zhen Meili's sheepskin vest billowed slightly in the cold wind, revealing the tight-fitting coarse cloth shorts underneath.

She was listening intently, her ears perked up.

At this moment, her face had turned a deep purplish-red, and her eyes were wide open like saucers.

He covered his mouth tightly with his hand to prevent the gasp of cold air from escaping his chest.

The noise was simply unbearable to hear.

"Wow... God, this isn't an ox, it's practically a reincarnated wild rhinoceros encased in iron!"

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down Zhen Meili's forehead.

He pulled out a crumpled roll of parchment from his pocket and, by the dim light of a lantern hanging from the eaves, began frantically sketching and recording on it with a charcoal pencil.

"Today's inspection revealed that the Prince Yi's chassis is as robust as a steel winch, with extremely powerful firepower."

He fought four opponents single-handedly for half the night and still managed to stay in control.

In contrast, the rosewood canopy bed in Shopkeeper Su's room has severely insufficient mortise and tenon joints at the bottom for load-bearing capacity.

Tomorrow, we must use high-quality wrought iron and twenty rivets to thoroughly reinforce the three main load-bearing beams under the bed, otherwise it will collapse sooner or later and injure someone...

As she wrote the last few words, Zhen Meili's wrist trembled like a leaf falling in the autumn wind.

Hearing the sound from inside the room, she felt a chill run down her spine and her tongue went dry. She secretly rejoiced that she had only patted Gu Moran's shoulder during the day.

If he were really dragged onto that awful broken bed, his skeletal frame would probably have to Gu Moran.

Ten steps away, at a shady corner of a corridor, a slender figure was quietly hidden in the thick shadows of the pillars.

Meng Jiuning's moon-white Dali royal flowing fairy dress was already damp and somewhat cold from the night dew.

She clasped her hands together in front of her lower abdomen. The silk handkerchief embroidered with Dali golden camellias, which she had been clutching tightly, was now completely soaked with the fine sweat from her palms and twisted into a wrinkled rope.

She stood there in the shadows, staring at Zhen Meili's frantic mutterings under the eaves, listening to the wanton sounds of lovemaking emanating from the warm chamber.

Those beautiful, cool eyes that were usually filled with worry about the tragedy of national subjugation and with hidden calculations.

At this moment, it gradually brightened in the darkness, like two points of starlight that had been tempered.

Scenes from those days flashed through her mind in rapid rewind.

The young prince, who sat on the soft couch, appeared sickly but was actually as cunning as an abyss.

This man, whom she regarded as an unfathomable and cold-blooded tyrant, showed no mercy when punishing her.

However, when faced with those unreasonable and scheming women in the inner quarters, he would let down all his guard and cunning.

He knew perfectly well that Yun Shuyue's shouts were baseless, that Lin Qingdai's guards were just an excuse, that Xie Wanqing's ginseng soup contained ulterior motives for winning favor, and that Su Yao and Shen Ling'er were secretly vying for the elusive title of eldest son.

But he accepted them all, even letting them climb onto his bed and cause all sorts of trouble.

"He's not without weaknesses... but this courtyard full of beautiful women is his only weakness."

Meng Jiuning murmured softly, her cool fingertips gently tracing her delicate cheek, then sliding down her slender swan neck to her heaving chest.

The iron cavalry of Dali is still fighting a bloody battle; the blood feud of her father remains unavenged; and the butcher's knife of the traitorous Duan Clan and Gao Clan still hangs over her head.

Those few pale trade contracts and the hostage status alone might not be enough to secure the full protection of the Prince Yi's Residence.

If she continues to cling to that pitiful and illusory aloofness and dignity of the Dali royal family...

Dali will sooner or later be crushed under the iron hooves of the Tubo and Great Yan.

At that moment, a new idea came to her.

Gu Moran doesn't recognize allies, only his wife!

"Since Murong Xue can fight for it, Su Yao can snatch it, and Xie Wanqing can plot against it..."

"Why can't I, the most beautiful woman in Dali, compete with her?"

"Instead of constantly being humble and ingratiating, it's better to keep Gu Moran tied to your side. For the sake of Dali, this is the best strategy!"

Meng Jiuning let out a long breath of stale air that had been building up in her chest for days.

A resolute yet alluring curve slowly unfolded on that aloof and stunningly beautiful face.

All I need to do is take off this cumbersome princess dress and lie down on that canopy bed.

The ten thousand Cangshan and the fertile land of Dali have truly found the most indestructible support.

However, what she didn't know was...

These whispers all reached the ears of Gu Moran, whose hearing was astounding.

Gu Moran smiled, a slight curve to his lips.

Still trying to scheme against me?

Do you really think I'm some kind of pushover?

That's enough.

Why would anyone let go of a lamb that's been offered up?

Thousands of miles away, in Anyang City.

The biting north wind whipped up snow, lashing the back garden deep within the Prince Anyang's Residence's Mansion with a howling sound.

In the warm room.

Prince An Gu Mochen, was like a dying wild dog with its spine removed, curled up on the bluestone floor.

His once magnificent brocade robe was now soaked through with mud and filth.

The poison of the Bliss Pills was like ten thousand hungry, bloodthirsty army ants, frantically gnawing and climbing inch by inch into the depths of his bone marrow.

The intense itching and pain that seemed to explode from his nerve endings drove him to frantically dig into the cracks between the floor tiles with all ten fingers.

His fingernails had all been torn off, and his bloodied fingertips left shocking dark red streaks on the hard stone slab.

The excruciating pain in his fingers seemed utterly insignificant compared to the overwhelming emptiness and addiction that surged through his body like a tidal wave.

"Give me... the medicine... quickly give me the miracle drug..."