The warriors were not weak, but in Qin Yuhang’s eyes, they were insignificant. He pulled out ten darts from his waist pouch, five in each hand. With a light movement, flashes of light passed, and consecutive thumping sounds followed, dropping a whole group.
The remaining five or six were stunned, holding their knives and unable to move forward.
But Qin Yuhang showed no mercy, pulling out another five or six darts to knock them down.
“Facai, call them in, tie up these bastards, lock them in the mountain cave. Tomorrow morning, take them down the mountain with Sha Zhouang and hand them over to the authorities.”
“Sha Zhouang is also being handed over to the authorities?” Facai asked, unaware that Sha Zhouang was to be escorted to the capital for execution.
“Stop talking nonsense and go quickly.”
Qin Yuhang walked to his wife, hugging her: “My dear, are you alright? Weren’t you scared by this scene? Later, I’ll have the imperial doctor check on you and give you some calming medicine.”
Pah, treating her like an inexperienced girl! Ye Hui rolled her eyes. After being kidnapped by Turkic people and witnessing numerous civilians being publicly massacred, her courage had long been tempered.
“I’m fine. I’m more concerned about who might not be,” she glanced at the Xilin County Lord, saying: “She should be the one afraid.”
The Xilin County Lord’s eyes showed panic: “You lowly commoners, do you know who I am? Do you know that the Prince of Chu is my cousin?”
Rustling sounds came from the small bamboo forest path, and a tall, handsome man appeared.
Qin Yuhang smiled at the man: “Big Senior Brother, someone is claiming kinship with you.”
At last year’s county magistrate Wang Dequan’s birthday banquet, the Xilin County Lord had seen Huangfu Zeuan once, having some impression of this heroic-looking man.
“Who are you?” The Xilin County Lord had a bad feeling.
Ye Hui lifted her long dress, slowly walking a few steps, her long eyelashes gently moving: “Esteemed County Lord, didn’t you claim to be his cousin? How come you don’t recognize him when you meet?”
“The Prince of Chu?” The Xilin County Lord was dazed.
“Yes, he’s my husband. We met at the county magistrate’s birthday banquet last year, where you greeted us with your nose. Although we saw each other again last autumn, you were quite arrogant.”
“What do you want? Don’t forget, my father is also a prince.”
“Your father can barely save himself,” Huangfu Zeuan said impatiently.
At this moment, Facai gathered a group of sect members, using ropes to tie up the warriors who had lost their fighting capacity.
Qin Yuhang’s face was cold. He broke a section of bamboo, flicking it with his fingertip to hit the Xilin County Lord’s soft acupoint, instructing Facai: “Tie her up too.”
Facai laughed grimly, showing no mercy. She tightly bound the Xilin County Lord, the ropes deeply embedded in her skin.
Ye Hui shook her head, thinking Facai didn’t know how to be gentle. Nevermind. She held onto her two husbands, with Mochi and Li Weichen following behind as they left the bamboo forest.
Ye Hui lulled her son to sleep, instructed the wet nurse to take care of him, and walked towards the study. Arriving at the door, she lifted it slightly ajar and saw Huangfu Ze sitting at the desk, processing official documents, his brow furrowed as if pondering something important.
Even with this slight movement, he heard her, turned his head, saw her, and was about to stand up. Ye Hui smiled softly, “My dear, continue working.” She did not enter to disturb him and quietly retreated.
In the courtyard, she encountered Facai.
“Grandmother, Uncle Qin has been invited by Uncle Qingtian. Today, the pilgrims donated a lot of incense oil money, a significant amount. I was sent to tell you that you don’t need to wait for him.”
“I understand. Go and rest,” she replied.
Ye Hui slightly curled her lips. Her husband had been taking advantage of her lately, and despite being busy, he still had her on his mind.
After sending Facai away, she returned to the bedroom, changed into a light blue chest-high ru dress, and planned to meet Li Weichen. But when she pushed open the door, it suddenly hit Moji, who was carrying a basin of water that completely drenched him, instantly turning him into a drowned rat.
Ye Hui was stunned, pulled him inside, found one of Huangfu Ze’s ordinary cloth garments, and intended to help him change. As she removed his clothes, she paused. Moji looked thin but actually had well-proportioned muscles. He was about 1.75 meters tall, half a head taller than her.
He went in.” Li Weichen shouted, feeling an astonishing warmth and tight embrace that made his eyebrows flutter. He grabbed her and pressed down, pushing all the way to the deepest point, thrusting in and out repeatedly. One hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other reaching to the front, grasping a full breast and kneading it in sync with his hip movements, suddenly pinching and pulling Hongmei.
Ye Hui trembled with stimulation, hugging Moqi in front of her more tightly. Because she was sitting too low, Moqi was crouching forward with a horse-riding stance, his skin different from Li Weichen’s bronze color, relatively fair but now flushed with rising heat.
Ye Hui raised her arms, encircling his buttocks, then crossing them, pressing her head forward and burying it tightly between his legs.
The man’s first time was very short, just a few minutes. Moqi suddenly cried out with a tearful voice: “Mistress, Mistress… ah…” The massive wave dwelling in his abdomen suddenly burst out, a shocking pleasure blooming in an instant, like a colorful meteor streaking across his vision, his body suddenly lifting and then slowly falling.
Never had there been such a beautiful moment. Moqi thought it was a dream, but when he looked down, he was still in the mistress’s embrace, tightly held by her.
Ye Hui raised her head, glancing back, making a whimpering sound. She hadn’t expected that after almost a month without intimacy, rediscovering love’s taste would drive her so wild. The hard object inside her was terrifying, like piercing her completely, but she liked it.
“Faster… husband, faster, deeper… ah…”
She cried out, her voice mingling with his growls, echoing intensely through the living room. Suddenly, her entire body convulsed violently, clinging desperately to Moqi’s thighs.
Li Weichen saw his wife collapse downward and anxiously said, “How did you finish so quickly, my wife? I haven’t even reached my peak yet?” He laid her down on the floor.
The air around Tianying Gate was warm, without floor heating, but not cold at all.
He placed her legs on his shoulders and entered her again, galloping within her body.
The passion that had just receded surged up again, spreading throughout her body. Her legs wide open, her hips raised higher than her head, she glanced up and saw Moqi’s bloodshot eyes. “Moqi, come kiss me.” She grabbed one of his feet, making him crouch, but he knelt beside her, leaning down to bite a full breast gently, teeth barely grazing, one hand caressing her chest, the other arm supporting her back.
“I… I’m close, my wife…”
Li Weichen’s gaze was the same intense look she had seen long ago, his face growing redder, his solid buttocks thrusting forward hard: “Ah!” He suddenly shouted loudly.
“Too much,” Ye Hui cried, feeling burned by the hot flow inside her. Being flooded like this, she suddenly went completely numb, while he stopped moving.
“Don’t stop,” Ye Hui begged, wondering why he would pause when she still wanted more.
“Too intense!” Li Weichen withdrew from her body, needing to catch his breath: “Moqi, your turn.”
