“Master, the imperial envoy has arrived. Please go with Madam to receive the decree.”
Lao Shiyi quickly shook his head: “No objections, everything follows the Ninth Prince’s decision.”
Lao Shi also said: “Follow the Ninth Prince’s decision.”
Huangfu Zeduan’s face was quite thick, completely lacking the awareness of a son-in-law, and he was unwilling to meticulously arrange the marriage of his two cousins, wanting to perfunctorily handle it. Why should his own marriage be simple, while his cousins’ marriages require more extravagance?
The emperor’s gifts were extremely numerous, with jewelry, various luxurious utensils and accessories, everything one could imagine. Ye Hui was very fond of the jewelry and ornaments.
Returning to the room, she put on a pair of emerald bracelets, looking at them for a long time. If she didn’t know that ancient times had no synthetic craftsmanship, she would have thought they were manufactured. The shimmering golden threads inside the bracelets were dazzlingly brilliant, especially under sunlight.
“The inner part is gold thread. This pair of bracelets was owned by the queens of the Yingtang dynasty and was placed in the Kunning Palace after the queen’s death. Father Emperor bestowed them upon you, which carries deep meaning,” Huangfu Zeduan entered the room, casually throwing off his outer coat and lazily sitting in the armchair, reaching out to pull his wife onto his lap.
Gold-threaded emerald bracelet! Ye Hui looked at her wrist in surprise. These were formed under special conditions from gold ore and jade. Nature’s creation was truly miraculous. Even without the gold threads, this jade was a top-grade imperial jade, originally a priceless treasure, and with the gold threads, it became an even rarer treasure in the world.
“When I become emperor in the future, you’ll be the empress, and our son will be the crown prince. Anyone who dares to bully you, I’ll directly abolish them and destroy their entire clan,” Huangfu Zeduan slipped his hands into her clothing, groping and squeezing.
Ye Hui pushed him away, reprimanding: “Didn’t we just do this last night?”
“But I hadn’t touched you for several days before that. Last night was not enough for me,” he explained, referencing his recent trip to Pingzhou City to receive the Western Wan country’s monarch.
What does my wife want?” Huangfu Zeduan raised his head, a middle finger exploring the petals, then withdrawing, gently grinding the edges with his fingertip, more liquid seeping out, crystal-clear yet alluring… His deep eyes were filled with intense desire, looking down at his hard member, veins bulging, the abdominal heat seeming to burn…
“It’s uncomfortable inside, husband must enter me, to relieve me… hmm… quickly…” Ye Hui panted and begged, her pink skin trembling, her back covered in urgent sweat.
“Wife, I will satisfy you.”
Ye Hui felt a rod-like hardness pressing against her intimate area, its tip parting her, slowly pushing in… She lowered her head, pressing her flat belly with her right hand, feeling the hard object pushing relentlessly, her internal organs shifting, painful yet with an irresistible pleasure.
Huangfu Zeduan pushed in another inch, seeing part still exposed, and breathed: “My wife’s inside is so tight.” He thrust forcefully, extreme ecstasy sweeping through him, each thrust sending electric currents through his body.
He continued thrusting, each moment supremely pleasurable, always loving this sensation no matter how many times they did this.
Soon, Ye Hui was pushed to her peak by the intense assault, screaming, her body rigid, her supporting arms weakening, upper body falling on the couch, only her raised snow-white buttocks held by the man behind her.
Huangfu Zeduan was thrilled by her sudden tightness, withdrawing his member, then gently parting her tender petals, entering bit by bit, his desire surging again, but careful not to overwhelm her post-climax body, slowing his pace, one hand reaching around to grasp and knead her fullness.
His breathing heavy, he whispered: “Wife, is this comfortable? Are you feeling better? I’m going to use more force.”
“Mmm, you can use more force,” she responded softly, knowing his technique was improving, always making her beg like an addict.
After another ten-plus minutes, “Ah ah…” she surrendered again under his fierce attack, lying on the couch and whimpering: “You’re so powerful, husband.”
“As long as you’re happy,” he flipped her over and bit a red plum.
“No more,” Ye Hui breathed, pushing away his head from her chest.
“I’ll spare you this time,” the relieved Huangfu Zeduan felt refreshed, embracing his wife to rest on the bed.
Lying in his broad arms, she continued playing with him. What was previously drooping now stood erect again. Ye Hui played more enthusiastically, her eyes full of affection, sitting up and kneeling between his legs, bending down to bite, then scratching with her nails.
Huangfu Zeduan propped up with two pillows, proudly watching his beloved wife.
“Husband, why are you so much larger than others?” It made her struggle each time, her narrow passage somehow accommodating such a massive object. After thinking, Huangfu Zeduan said: “Father told me my grandmother was from the Misule tribe of the Western Regions. Misule is a unique tribe where men are naturally enormous. Grandmother came young with her family for business to Yingtang, met my grandfather who was then a prince, they fell in love, and she later married three brothers. Their children were well-endowed. But in my generation, few brothers are large.”
Qin Yuhang thought for a moment and said, “What do the local people call Mount Sagarmatha? I wonder what the Tibetans call it?”
Mount Everest! Ye Hui was shocked, thinking about climbing Mount Everest – how dangerous that would be. Even Tianqi Daoren would be unable to conquer it, right? Throughout history, countless explorers had been powerless against Everest. Without advanced climbing equipment and oxygen, just surviving would be an achievement. Tianqi Daoren must be crazy.
Chinese people have always had an almost fanatical reverence for mountains, with their “Three Mountains and Five Peaks” and “Four Famous Mountains”. Daoist temples and Buddhist monasteries love to be built on mountain peaks in remote, hard-to-reach places. While mountain climbing is fine at low altitudes, the base of Everest is already at 5,000 meters – a deadly boundary.
Chinese people have always been crazy, capable of doing anything in a moment of passion. During the Ming Dynasty, a certain Wan Hu even tried to send himself to the sky with a homemade rocket, only to fail miserably.
No more words, Ye Hui thought, wishing Tianqi Daoren success, which would rewrite human mountaineering history.
Ye Hui was originally spending a few days with her husband when Huangfu Zedan suddenly said during a meal, “My dear, an imperial messenger came to see me this afternoon, saying that my father’s condition is very poor. Since last winter, his health has been declining, and he even fainted on the dragon throne once.”
His face showed a hint of sorrow, having lived a desolate life where his siblings would not even hesitate to kick him when he was down.
Ye Hui had been serving food for Qin Yuhang. She put down her chopsticks, her eyes revealing concern, “Brother Huangfu, you want to return to the capital alone, right?”
“My father’s secret decree summons me to the capital,” Huangfu Zedan quietly drank some wine, put down his cup, and sighed, “I want to go alone first. If my father is fine, I’ll return. But if something happens to him, I’ll claim the throne and then bring you and our child back.”
