Li Wei Chen seemed to have forgotten that his wife's legal husband was not actually Huangfu Ze Duan.
Princess Baohua's face turned ashen. In the past, when her father the Emperor was in power, who would dare to disrespect her?
She glared hatefully at the departing father and son of the Li family! She knew her father would not live much longer, and once Huangfu Ze Duan took the throne, her good days would be over. But the high-and-mighty, arrogant temperament she had developed over decades was not something that could be easily changed.
Princess Baohua came to her senses and saw two male companions waiting to be serviced. Furious, she slapped each of them with a resounding "Slap! Slap!"
The two male companions, not knowing what they had done wrong, covered their faces and cried.
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On a summer afternoon, after a heavy rain, the plants in the Chu King's palace looked even more pleasing after being washed by rainwater. Crape myrtle, gardenia, white orchid... all showed their smiling faces, with water droplets on their leaves looking charming.
Ye Hui had been bedridden for over a month. Even after getting out of bed, her husbands would not let her walk too far. It was only yesterday that Doctor Zhou announced she was almost recovered and could go out for some fresh air.
Two bodyguards followed her closely, and the tenth prince, worried she might get tired, held her waist and asked, "We've been walking for a long time. Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?"
"No need to carry me. It feels good to move around," Ye Hui said, being supported as she walked along the bank covered with lotus leaves. Ahead was the Tailan Pavilion, with a lake spanning several hundred meters and a water platform from south to north, with a pavilion with flying eaves in the central area.
"It's getting a bit hot. Let's go to the pavilion to cool off!" The tenth prince noticed sweat on her face, unsure if from exhaustion or heat. The eleventh prince, unable to bear it, stepped forward and carried her: "My lady, let me carry you so you don't get tired."
"Ah, you always do this. I'm afraid I'll lose the ability to walk if this continues."
"Then I'll carry you for a lifetime," the eleventh prince said, lost in intense love, striding into the pavilion like a horseman galloping across the grasslands. He went up to the second floor and gently placed Ye Hui on a spring bench. Ye Hui turned to see the tenth prince following, her eyes full of tenderness: "Come sit down, tenth brother. Your injury isn't fully healed, don't strain yourself."
The tenth prince laughed: "I'm not that fragile. This small injury is nothing. Not only can I walk, I could run ten laps around the horse field."
Ye Hui, hearing about the horse field, remembered their first intimate encounter and blushed slightly: "Elder Brother Qin said that once your injury heals, he'll help us three with the marriage arrangements. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
At these words, both men became excited.
Yes！ Ye Hui cried out in pain: “Take off your clothes, I want to see your strong body.” Every time she saw their muscular physique, her desire would surge.
