Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

A luxury car was slowly driving along the road in the palace.

Sun Zhe turned his head to glance at Xia Shiqing sitting in the passenger seat, noticing her blushing cheeks, occasionally furrowing her brows and biting her lip. He secretly sighed at how enticing the Empress Consort appeared.

”What exactly did your second aunt do to you?”

Xia Shiqing lightly bit her silver tooth, ”I made a bet with her.”

”What bet?”

Xia Shiqing glanced at him and quickly looked away, ”Bet on you.”

Sun Zhe was stunned, ”Bet on me?”

Xia Shiqing sneered, looking out the window, ”If I win, you’ll belong to me from now on, and she’ll serve the Emperor. Without my permission, she can’t come looking for you.”

Sun Zhe’s expression was odd, ”I truly can’t believe it. By the way, how exactly did you bet?”

Xia Shiqing’s face flushed, acting coy and silent, as if too embarrassed to speak.

Suddenly, Sun Zhe realized something, looked at her quickly, and tentatively said, ”Could it be that you placed something down there and saw how long you could endure?”

”Mm.”

To his surprise, Xia Shiqing nodded in admission.

”You two really know how to play.”

Xia Shiqing spoke softly, ”If I could endure and not touch you last night, I would win. But she applied some medicine; I’m feeling very uncomfortable now.”

”Oh... No wonder.”

Sun Zhe nodded meaningfully, grinning mischievously, ”Then spread them and let me take a look.”

Xia Shiqing pouted, ”Just drive your car!”

Sun Zhe quickly shut his mouth.

Xia Shiqing snorted softly, lifting a hand to tidy her disheveled hair by her ear, while the other hand pulled down her skirt hem, pressing her knees tightly together facing the car door, changing the topic, ”Did you ask him for Molting Clothes earlier?”

”Sigh.”

Sun Zhe sighed, ”I asked him, but unfortunately his Molting Clothes are just a pile of fragments, completely useless.”

Xia Shiqing saw his heavy mood, asking, ”Is that patient very important to you?”

”Mm.”

Xia Shiqing: ”Then I’ll help think of another solution for you.”

”Thanks.”

”How do you want to thank me?”

Sun Zhe thought for a moment and said, ”Thank you while kneeling behind you.”

”Get lost.”

Sun Zhe laughed heartily, ”Or I can thank you face to face.”

Hearing this, Xia Shiqing couldn’t help but imagine the scenes, suddenly urging in a sweet voice, ”Can you drive faster? You’re slower than someone walking.”

”...”

...

Before long.

Guided by Xia Shiqing, Sun Zhe parked the car in front of a four-story pavilion.

The entire pavilion was crafted from wood, appearing solemn and ancient from afar, yet majestic up close.

Admiring it for a moment, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but praise, ”The wisdom of the ancients is truly remarkable. This mortise and tenon structure fits perfectly, even sturdier than reinforced concrete. This building must have existed for several hundred years.”

Xia Shiqing, expressionless, walked up the stairs with her long, slender legs, saying, ”Later we’ll study the mortise and tenon structure between us, hopefully fitting perfectly too.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe felt a surge of heat, astonished that the Empress Consort could flirt like this, and smiled, ”That might be difficult.”

”Why difficult?”

Sun Zhe said, ”Even if it fits perfectly, it can still leak.”

”...”

Two warriors in military attire stood guard at the door, standing straight and still as statues, but with sharp and resolute eyes.

Seeing Xia Shiqing approach, the two warriors quickly stood at attention and saluted.

Xia Shiqing remained expressionless, her gaze cold, ”Open the door.”

”Yes!”

At this moment, the two warriors felt chills all over their bodies, lacking the courage even to glance up at Xia Shiqing.

Although this exquisite Empress Consort was not intentional, the aura she exuded was oppressively powerful, impossible for these lowly Martial Artists to withstand.

Upon entering the door, Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up, greeted by a view of simple yet elegant decorations—the antique paintings, gold, silver, jade, and porcelain dazzlingly arrayed. He sighed, truly deserving of the term ”treasure trove.”

”It’s truly Changwu Pavilion, the foundation...”

Seeing him appear like someone who’d never experienced the world, Xia Shiqing couldn’t help but find it amusing, suddenly grabbing his hand and leading him to the innermost room.

Sun Zhe had no time to properly explore before arriving in a room filled with bookshelves.

His gaze swept over, finding those shelves filled with ancient books, many containing Martial Arts, Daoist Skills, and even Pill Formulas.

”Come quickly.”

Due to the effect of the medicine, Xia Shiqing was already impatient, urging him while lifting her short skirt herself, then turning back towards Sun Zhe, leaning both hands on the bookshelf, her waist bending into an ”S” shape, raising her full, peachy behind high.

Staring at the snow-white peach wrapped in a layer of shining black silk, Sun Zhe swallowed hard, quickly moving to unzip his pants.

Xia Shiqing, head lowered, her fragrant long hair hanging like willow branches, urged softly, ”Rip it yourself. Hurry.”

But instead of hastening to tear apart that sheer silk layer that made one itch with madness, Sun Zhe squatted slightly, observed closely, and mischievously poked the soft rise with his fingertip.

The softness beneath had long become a muddy flood, only covered by a thin silk layer without panties, causing the soaked silk to appear white and sticky, its crystal sheen even more alluring.

”Hurry, don’t just look!”

”So plump.”

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but praise, reaching out to grab the silk with his fingertips, easily tearing it apart, seemingly practiced.

”Zi-la—”

With a gentle tug, the skin-tight silk layer resembling a membrane pierced by a needle expanded immediately, exposing the muddy ravine completely to the air.

As Xia Shiqing’s cultivation was profound, maintaining a fasting practice, her body contained no impurities, causing the aroma to be fresh, entirely different from worldly women.

The lush black velvet bore crystal dewdrops, with some sticking to the smooth white skin on either side, appearing particularly decadent, yet heart-stirring.

Curious, Sun Zhe moved his hand to peel open the butterfly wings, immediately hearing a slight squelching sound, discovering threads pulling inside.

”What kind of medicine made you...”

”Come on, hurry!”

Xia Shiqing simply couldn’t bear it any longer, furrowing her brows, exclaiming sweetly, directly reaching a delicate hand back to seize the menacing, scalding object, like leading a cow, pulling it toward her lush grove.

Knowing she truly couldn’t endure, Sun Zhe adjusted the height and angle, his strong hands grasping her small waist, biting his teeth, and thrusting forward with force.

”Don’t stop halfway and beg for mercy later!”

”Mm...”

That long-awaited miraculous moment hit, Xia Shiqing’s delicate body shivered, beautiful to the point of eyes rolling slightly, feeling as if her soul had left.

Sun Zhe also showed a face of intoxication, indulging in the ultimate warmth, feeling as if soaking in a hot spring, unable to help but moan.

”Mm... Just like that.”

”Faster... Harder!”

With fiery eyes, revealing a hint of savagery, he suddenly freed a hand to grab a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his hand, seizing like holding reins.

”You said it!”

”...”