The fourth prince drove into the Ming Lie Mansion.
Outside the gauze curtain, musicians played mellow music, and maids stood in a row, waiting to be called.
A man is leaning on a large bed with carved railings. His deep, bottomless eyes are staring lazily at a woman dancing two meters away. Her body, as soft as a willow, twists seductively.
With.
"Um...Fourth Master..." Ruyan's face turned red and she whispered, with unbearable hunger in her tone.
It has been almost a year since she was given to the fourth prince, Zhu Minglie, as his concubine. Today, the prince finally turned her over.
Zhu Minglie said nothing, looking at the woman in front of him with disdain and indifference.
"Fourth Master, Thirteenth Master has returned to Beijing. Something went wrong as soon as he returned to the city." Outside the gauze curtain, Zhu Minglie's personal guard Luo Nian came to report.
"what is the problem?"
"I had some conflict with a woman from Yangzhou on the street. The woman took off her pants and... ate some... horse poop..."
"Does the prince know about this?"
"The Thirteenth Master has already gone to the Prince's Mansion, and His Highness the Prince has not asked about this matter."
A woman with a child? A trace of surprise flashed in Zhu Minglie's cold eyes with her thirteenth brother.
The music of the musicians continued.
Ruyan is no longer dancing, but boldly teasing. She is willing to go all out, and does not care about the reserve of her daughter's family. Maybe after tonight, she will be pregnant with the son of the famous and powerful fourth prince, then she will sit on it
The throne of the princess is just around the corner.
"Fourth Master...Fourth Master...Ruyan...I love you so much..." She took off her clothes, leaving only a red bellyband and thin, almost transparent panties wrapping her enchanting body.
His cold eyes were like ice arrows, shooting straight at Ruyan's lower body through the ambiguous and hot air... Her throbbing, the trembling between her legs, her chaotic breathing, and her emotional wetness were all clearly visible.
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"Come here." Finally, a condescending expression appeared on his face and he sneered sarcastically.
"Oh...Fourth Master..." Ruyan rushed towards the lazy and handsome man on the bed, who looked like Shura.
The musicians were still playing music, matching the ambiguous atmosphere in the room, and the maids were standing not far away. They were all used to the Fourth Prince's sensual behavior.
"Fourth Master..." Ruyan's snow-white arms hugged his strong waist, and she murmured close to his lips.
However, Zhu Minglie turned his face away, and she did not touch his lips.
"Don't touch me!" He shouted in disgust.
"Fourth Master..." When Ruyan heard Zhu Minglie's cold voice, she was so frightened that she rolled down from the bed.
"Come up." Zhu Minglie said coldly.
"Yes!" Ruyan climbed up as if he had received amnesty.
Zhu Minglie pinned her down, without any foreplay, and went straight in.
"Ah! It hurts..." His strength made her scream miserably, and she almost fainted, with tears falling down her cheeks.
But he didn't show any pity, he pinched both sides of her body, and with every move, she couldn't help but let out long and short sounds one after another.
Gradually, her moans changed from pain to enjoyment. She narrowed her happy eyebrows, breathed softly and sighed softly.
"Ah...Fourth Master...Fourth Master..." Her body was trembling beneath her, and she let out a tender moan that made people jealous and heartbeat.
However, Zhu Minglie still had that cold expression.
All the women in the Fourth Prince's house are just tools for him to pay off his debts.
An hour later, he turned over and got out of bed indifferently.
Ruyan sighed with satisfaction. She asked the imperial doctor in the palace to calculate that tonight was the best time for her to conceive. It would be great if she could get a boy in one fell swoop.
"Bring it in!" Zhu Minglie's cold command sounded.
Before Ruyan could understand what was going on, a bowl of thick black concoction was handed to her hand, and an ominous premonition surged in her heart. Could it be that the legend was true?
"Drink this concoction."
"Fourth Master..." Ruyan looked panicked and begged on her knees, "Fourth Master, let me give birth to an heir for you."
"You are not qualified."
Ruyan had no choice but to drink the concoction and retreat.
She knew that if she didn't obey her orders, she would die.
After all, what kind of woman is worthy of giving birth to the Fourth Master’s child?