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As he spoke, the thickness in his crotch became more and more rapid. After a few violent collisions, he slowly pulled out the thing. The friction from the inner wall of the flesh made San Chun's breathing quicken. She His toes tensed up, his thighs trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but moan softly. Zhong Slide down the tender white thigh. "Let go...let me go..." San Chun's sensitive body endured his teasing, and every inch of desire in her body was Awakening, trying to dominate her soul. She struggled, her voice as soft as a mosquito's chirp. He snorted softly, "I'll pass. If you dare to push me out again, I will take good care of you..." "You...um...when will you pass?" She took a deep breath, her body completely Stretched, like a fully drawn bow. He had obviously never said such a thing before, yet he used such words to threaten her. This was clearly a scoundrel and unreasonable. She struggled to argue with him, but he couldn't make sense at the moment, and he ignored her at all. It was the second time he opened her up and entered slowly, leaving no chance for her to breathe. "Well..." He once again entered the deepest part of her, and the lower part pressed tightly against her. The suffocating situation in which she was forcefully stretched open, the awkwardly torn petals, and the lustful color of her vagina almost made people's blood rush. He moved inside her maliciously. "Ah..." San Chun's body shrank tightly, because he was suddenly holding her tightly, and because of his squeezing, there was a dull pain in her chest. "You hurt me." She whispered, Zhong Xue then let go. He didn't mean it, he was just excited for the moment. Men can't help but be a little impulsive when doing this kind of thing with the woman they love. "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." He blew a few breaths on her white rabbit chest, and then gently licked her pink nipples. The itchy feeling made her tremble and curl up slightly. . He released the monster in his crotch again, spread her open hard, and thrust his entire desire inside her. The tight flower path was stretched open by his thick members, and was completely filled with him. There was no gap in the fit, and his huge member seemed to be completely embedded in her private parts. He pounded into her violently, his thick desire moving in and out of her narrow hole. "Well..." She bit her lip and endured his violent possessions. Every time he fully entered her, she felt the pain of being torn apart. She didn't dare to scream, but suppressed it with all her strength. The flower path that has not yet closed is still wet and narrow, tightly clamping his penis. The delicate watery inner wall and his penis are rubbing and intercourse faster and faster with his rhythm, and waves of pleasure are coming. Although doing this kind of thing is a very comfortable thing, at this moment, San Chun felt so regretful that she almost died. She had reminded herself many times not to provoke him. This girl is even more human than her sometimes, but damn, he just can't control his mouth. This stinky mouth... I don't really want him to climb into SpringPrincess's bed. Why is he so clever? ZhongXue tormented her all night, and he didn't let her go until the middle of the night because he was tired. He pulled himself out, and white filth poured out from her body. Her cheeks were red, and she was completely What it looks like after lust.
He contentedly wrapped his arms around her, but his voice was somewhat cold. "Remember my words, if you do this kind of thing again, I won't spare you."
Whether he had hurt her with his strength, or his indifferent attitude made her feel uncomfortable, or perhaps she just wanted to complain to him, San Chun couldn't help but cry out, "You weren't like this before."
In the past, he had always been submissive to her, never daring to go against her wishes. But now, it was clear he didn't regard her at all. Was this what it meant to turn the tables?
Zhong Xue snorted coldly. "When was your 'before'?"
"Just you..." Seeing his expression darken further, the words she had on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back. That time was the most humble period of his life; he had to bow and scrape to everyone and please them all. Now, if she brought up those days, it would be like reopening his wounds.
Zhong Xue sneered. "What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking, next time could you... be gentler?" She smiled ingratiatingly. Since her rebirth, she had learned a lot, and one of the most important lessons was to know how to read the room. In this situation, on this bed, it was better for her to be honest.
Zhong Xue was quite satisfied with her attitude and patted her back. "You should get some sleep."
She asked cautiously, "Are you not angry anymore?"
He replied with a soft "mm," turned over, and went to sleep. After a while, he couldn't help but turn back and tightly embrace her from behind.
She struggled a bit and heard him softly say, "Go to sleep." After a pause, he added, "Next time I will be gentler."
San Chun couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated; after all that effort in their argument, this was the outcome.
With a sigh, she fell into a deep sleep in his embrace. The next morning when she woke up, she naturally felt sore and uncomfortable all over.
Zhong Xue had always been someone who acted decisively. Having decided to take military action against Korea, he naturally needed to do his homework thoroughly.
Early the next morning, he hurriedly got up and went to the palace to see Zhao Wang. It was truly remarkable that after a night of intense struggle, he appeared energetic, his legs standing straight, and his walking posture was quite stable.
He rode in a carriage to the palace, having initially wanted to ride a horse; however, his physical condition did not allow it. It wasn't that he didn't feel pain; rather, he did feel it—his body was sore and his lower half weak, entirely the consequence of indulgence. Indeed, when punishing others, one also punishes oneself.
However, there were advantages to riding in a carriage. Sitting inside, he listened to the sound of hooves striking the stone road and began to think about what he would say when he met Zhao Wang.
As soon as he saw Zhao Wang, the emotions he had been brewing all the way finally erupted. He wore a sorrowful expression and managed to squeeze out two tears.
Zhao Wang was surprised and asked, "Lord Jun, why are you so sad?"
Zhong Xue cried out, "For my friend! Does Your Majesty know that the Crown Prince will not live much longer?"
Zhao Wang was taken aback. "What is the source of this news?"
"The Crown Prince is gravely ill. Yesterday I invited Master Yuzhen to diagnose him, and it seems the Crown Prince has at most three months left to live."
Ji Xun had previously fainted, and Zhao Wang had heard about it. However, despite seeking many doctors who could not determine his illness, some advised him that the Crown Prince was feigning illness to prevent others from guarding against his death so that he could plot a rebellion. Although he initially did not believe such claims, if many people around him held this view, even if he did not believe it at first, he would eventually have no choice but to accept it. This indicated that someone had indeed offended too many people.
Having heard so many slanders, Zhao Wang was hearing about the Crown Prince's impending death for the first time.
He exclaimed, "Is this true?"
Zhong Xue replied sorrowfully, "Your Majesty should not think that this Lord would lie!"
"That's not what I meant."
"The king does not believe it. Why not go with This Lord to Embassy and take a look?"
Zhao Wang was also worried about Ji Xun. This was his favorite son, and naturally, he did not want anything to happen to him. Initially, he had no choice but to imprison him, and he even regretted pushing him into the fire pit.
He stood up and ordered people to set off for Embassy.
As the king of Zhao, having to go to Embassy to see his own son left him with an indescribable feeling, especially when he saw his son lying on the bed with a pale face, looking as if he were barely hanging on. It pierced his heart even more.
Although Ji Xun did not have long to live, he should not have been this weak during his idle times. The pallor of his face was due to San Chun's disguise; she had worked hard to make him look like he was on the verge of death. It was commendable that he cooperated with her without any complaints, no matter what she did.
Before Zhao Wang even entered the room, she had already covered her face with a handkerchief and was crying beside him, "My son, my prince, you cannot die!"
The pale face combined with the cries made it seem even more tragic.
Zhao Wang felt an overwhelming sadness as he held Ji Xun's hand, tears streaming down his face. "My son, how have you changed so much in just a few days?"
Zhong Xue interjected from the side, "On that day in the palace during the performance, the prince gritted his teeth and held on, fearing that he would lose face for Zhao. But once he arrived at Embassy, he could no longer hold on. This Lord specifically invited Master Yuzhen, who then realized that his time was short."
It was fortunate that such a prominent Lord Jun could weave lies so smoothly. At this moment, there was no reason for Zhao Wang not to believe it; he grasped Ji Xun's hand, trembling slightly.
Zhong Xue timely introduced, "This is Master Yuzhen."
Zhao Wang hurriedly asked, "Master, is there any hope for my son's illness?"
Yuzhen shook his head. "Even with elixirs of immortality, one cannot save a doomed person."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Wang let out a deep sigh. It was all his fault; his son had fallen ill to this extent while he remained completely unaware. What pretense of illness and ulterior motives! He felt so guilty towards him!
Zhong Xue looked at the fire, which was almost burning out, and said, "The Crown Prince has been ill for some time now. He is not long for this world and cannot possibly rebel. Your Majesty has misunderstood the Crown Prince."
This statement awakened Zhao Wang, who deeply regretted his earlier beliefs and sighed, "I was misled by slander for a moment and almost harmed my son."
San Chun secretly admired Zhong Xue. It was impressive how he clarified all the misunderstandings with just a few words. Many had wanted to vindicate Ji Xun, but they had no way to do so. Yet, he managed to achieve it with such simple tactics.
One must ask, how could a dying person possibly rebel or usurp the throne? Even to usurp someone else's position, one must have the life to enjoy it.
Zhao Wang was in deep sorrow and repeatedly said to Yuzhen, "Master, you must find a way to save my son."
At that moment, he was not just a king but a father on the verge of losing his child, which was heart-wrenching.
Seeing that the timing was right, Zhong Xue immediately brought up the matter of medicine from Korea and declared that he would take action to lead troops against Korea, demanding that Han Wang personally hand over the medicine.
Zhao Wang was naturally extremely grateful and promised that if needed, he would provide full support.
Zhong Xue smiled and said, "There’s nothing much else needed; I just ask that Your Majesty does not hesitate to provide some military funds for the army's departure."
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