Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Strolling through the palace with the Crown Prince, Sun Zhe gained quite a bit of insight, meeting some high-profile figures typically only seen on TV news.

The grandeur of the Emperor’s Palace gave him a feeling of ”accidentally entering heaven’s domain.”

Yet, Yuan Jinghua turned out to be quite the chatterbox, asking countless questions along the way about cultivation, and Sun Zhe patiently provided explanations for him.

Upon hearing some of Sun Zhe’s exploits, Yuan Jinghua would exclaim in awe, definitely his little fanboy.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

In the Emperor’s residence.

On the second-floor balcony.

Jiang Qinglan leaned against the railing, softly singing with furrowed brows, looking at her husband with a reproachful gaze.

The Emperor smirked wickedly, slowly withdrawing his hand, covered in transparent fluid, admiring the Absolutely Stunning Empress dressed in a pink knit gown, his eyes glinting with intense mania.

The tall and graceful figure was outlined perfectly by the elastic dress, the curves of her waist, hips, and pelvis shaped like a gourd, her whole being resembling a flawless jade sculpture, truly stunning.

Unfortunately, the Emperor was taking medicine to regulate his health, and even with such a peerless beauty in his arms, he had to restrain himself, indulging only in a tactile infatuation.

Jiang Qinglan, breathing lightly with her lips slightly parted, coquettishly said, ”Every day, you take medicine yet aren’t behaving yourself.”

The Emperor asked, ”Do you think Xiao Zhe’s medicinal formula will make me stronger?”

Jiang Qinglan tidied the wrinkles on her skirt while secretly using True Qi to evaporate the slightly darker wet stain at the crotch, saying, ”A dignified Emperor, yet all you think about are such filthy matters?”

The Emperor chuckled, one hand mischievously reaching for her neckline, ”Isn’t a man’s empire built for women?”

As he spoke, his agile fingers adeptly slipped into the cup of her bra, precisely pinching a Yin Zhu, ”Besides, managing state affairs doesn’t conflict with managing you.”

”Mm-hmm...”

Jiang Qinglan bit her lip at the corner, furrowing her brows, forcibly suppressing the tickling, ”Not a single proper behavior throughout the day.”

”...”

As the couple bantered playfully, Sun Zhe and Yuan Jinghua’s conversation suddenly echoed from the direction of the courtyard gate.

Turning her head, Jiang Qinglan saw Sun Zhe and Yuan Jinghua entering, instantly patting away the Emperor’s mischievous hand and pinching him before going downstairs after a quick tidy-up.

In the first-floor living room.

Upon entering, Sun Zhe saw the busy figure of the maid in the kitchen, and the large round table was already laden with various delicious dishes and drinks, making his mouth water.

Then he noticed Xia Shiqing seated at the tea table, brewing tea, looking leisurely and elegant.

”Back?”

”Mm.”

”What did you choose?”

Sun Zhe walked over and sat across from her, taking out the white porcelain cup.

Xia Shiqing glanced at it, unable to discern anything special, and reproached, ”So much good stuff, yet you chose this wine cup?”

Sun Zhe scratched his head, momentarily at a loss for words.

If it weren’t for Sister Long’s insistence, he wouldn’t have chosen this seemingly ordinary cup.

Yuan Jinghua, nearby, sighed, ”Aunt, I already advised cousin, too. There were so many Cultivation Techniques and Magical Treasures, yet he chose this cup.”

Xia Shiqing handed the porcelain cup back to Sun Zhe, ”Since you chose it, don’t regret it. But I can give you one chance to choose again.”

Sun Zhe took it seriously, ”I’ll stick with this one.”

At this point, the Emperor and Jiang Qinglan also came downstairs, seeing the white porcelain cup in Sun Zhe’s hand, the Emperor frowned slightly, ”I remember this cup was taken from inside a Qilin Beast’s carcass, nothing special about it. We only kept it as a meaningful piece in the treasury, never thought you’d choose it.”

Sun Zhe curiously asked, ”What’s a Qilin Beast?”

The Emperor replied, ”It’s a Qilin.”

Sun Zhe was amazed, ”There’s really a Qilin in this world?”

The Emperor smiled silently.

Sun Zhe then realized his question was rather redundant.

In a world with dragons, and one accompanying him, Qilin isn’t that extraordinary.

At that moment, Xia Shiqing spoke up, ”Alright, let’s eat first.”

The Emperor laughed, ”It’s been a while since we’ve gathered for a family meal.”

”...”

The family talked and laughed at the dinner table, harmonious and joyful.

While Sun Zhe was engrossed in eating, he suddenly felt something soft press against his knee, and instantly released his Divine Sense to perceive, discovering it was a jade foot encased in sheer black stockings.

Raising his head, he glanced across the table at Xia Shiqing.

Xia Shiqing also looked at him, discreetly nodding.

Sun Zhe then recalled Xia Shiqing’s previous instructions, immediately lifting his cup, saying to the Emperor, ”Second Uncle, I toast to you!”

”...”

In the midst of exchanging toasts, Sun Zhe drank more and more freely, pouring the Emperor’s treasured wine cup after cup into his belly until he could no longer drink, falling asleep on the table.

It’s unknown how much time passed.

When Sun Zhe hazily woke up, he found himself lying in a soft, large bed.

Lingering fragrance remained on the pillow.

He sat up and rubbed his temples, feeling as if his head was filled with lead.

”Damn it, what kind of wine was that? It’s so damn strong.”

”Sister Long, how did I end up here?”

Through Little Dragon Girl’s narration, Sun Zhe learned he was now in Xia Shiqing’s chamber.

Having drunk too much at the midday family meal, even the Emperor couldn’t handle it, and Xia Shiqing arranged for him to be brought here.

While Sun Zhe and Little Dragon Girl were talking, the crisp sound of high heels suddenly came from outside the door.

Sun Zhe raised his eyes to see Xia Shiqing enter, instantly brightening his gaze.

This Exquisite Empress Consort had changed her outfit at some point.

A blue pleated skirt paired with gradient, shiny pantyhose, and a crop top, looking like a seductress stepping out of a painting.

”Did you purposely dress like this?”

Sun Zhe swallowed, his eyes full of unhidden mischief.

Xia Shiqing blushed, whispering, ”Do you like it?”

Sun Zhe was somewhat concerned, ”Will anything happen here?”

Xia Shiqing moved in front of him, staring him in the eyes, saying, ”Your uncle went out on business and won’t return for now, Jinghua is likely drunk too, and this is my chamber, what could possibly happen?”

Sun Zhe gazed at her enchanting eyes with flirtatious makeup, smiling, ”If you’re not afraid, what should I be afraid of?”

Xia Shiqing unexpectedly climbed onto his leg, cupping his face with both hands, exhaling a fragrant breath, ”You’re really something; even I dared not drink too much of that century-old brew, and you chugged the whole jar at noon.”

Sun Zhe’s face filled with helplessness, ”Wasn’t it you who texted me to drink more and find a reason to stay in the palace after the family meal?”

Xia Shiqing softly huffed, ”Alright, hurry up.”

Sun Zhe took a deep breath, the burning desire within gradually dispelling the liquor’s effects, his hands moved lower, lifting her pleated skirt, upon exploration, found the place long muddy and overflowing.

”You’ve been holding it in so hard for a long time?”

”Still speaking... It’s all because of you. You can’t leave tonight until you’ve worn me out.”

”...”