Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Late night.

On the winding paths within the palace.

Yuan Jinghua carried a sobering soup in one hand and rubbed his temples with the other, still a bit unsteady on his feet.

”Ah... I’m really envious of my cousin; I can tell mom and Aunt Zhou both care for him deeply.”

”As for me, my uncle doesn’t care, and grandma doesn’t love me; even making a noise while eating gets me scolded.”

”But after today’s interaction, my relationship with my cousin seems to have progressed.”

Though he was complaining, he was actually quite happy.

Improving his relationship with Sun Zhe, and having Sun Zhe’s support when he ascends the throne—how could he not be happy?

Not to mention that Sun Zhe himself is the youngest in history to reach the Spirit Gathering Realm; just the backing of Qingcheng Palace alone would ensure his future stable reign.

”I wonder if my cousin has woken up.”

”Forget it, I should just deliver this sobering soup to him first.”

He drank quite a bit during the family banquet at noon, remaining drunk until now.

The moment he sobered up, he asked the nanny to prepare a bowl of sobering soup and insisted on personally delivering it to his elder cousin.

...

Since Xia Shiqing rarely stayed in the palace, her sleeping quarters weren’t staffed with nannies or guards.

Yuan Jinghua skillfully entered the courtyard through the back door. Just as he was contemplating whether to invite his elder cousin out to play later, he suddenly heard a strange cry drifting from the night.

It sounded like a woman’s cries of suffering.

”Oh no, it can’t be...”

Yuan Jinghua suddenly stopped in his tracks, his body and mind growing icy cold.

As an old hand at the bedchamber, there’s no mistaking those sounds.

”There shouldn’t be any other women in Aunt Zhou’s palace.”

”Could it be that dad has returned and is tormenting her?”

The thought of the Emperor riding Xia Shiqing filled his eyes with intertwined hatred and jealousy.

Because deep in his heart, he harbored a secret—he liked Xia Shiqing, in a man-woman kind of way.

”Yet dad went to the countryside base, and it’s unlikely he returned so soon. Given his habits, he’s not likely to return to the palace tonight but stay over at Aunt Zhou’s.”

”Could it be...”

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped into his mind.

”Could she be... comforting herself?”

”It makes sense; she’s usually so busy and rarely together with dad, she must feel lonely.”

Thinking of this, Yuan Jinghua couldn’t help but fantasize about Xia Shiqing’s stunning figure, a fervor in his eyes.

He slowly set down the sobering soup and took out a white mask from his Storage Treasure and put it on.

This was no ordinary mask; it’s a Magical Treasure that could hide one’s aura. He knew that experts like Xia Shiqing are often very alert; if he approached openly, he’d surely be discovered.

Thus, to play it safe, hiding his aura was necessary.

But his worry was completely needless.

Because at this moment, Xia Shiqing had lost her senses, throwing everything aside and sinking into present pleasures.

Before long.

Yuan Jinghua crept upstairs following the sound and found a perfect vantage point facing the balcony of Xia Shiqing’s room.

But unfortunately, the glass sliding door of the balcony wasn’t transparent, with many intricate patterns blocking the view.

Not daring to breathe too hard, he stared intensely, and in the next moment, his gaze jolted, his entire being frozen.

Through the haze, he saw two figures in the room, not just Xia Shiqing alone!

”Why... why are there two people?”

”That man is... could it be my cousin.”

Suddenly, he recalled that Sun Zhe had been sent here to spend the night after getting drunk at noon.

Only after a while did he collect himself, and once more focused his gaze.

Peering through the glass sliding door, the hazy, elegant figure in the room was kneeling and leaning over the bed, while another equally fuzzy strong figure knelt behind, gripping tightly onto the slender waist with iron-like hands, engaging in a relentless cycle of fierce thrusts.

”Really... really my cousin?”

He recognized Sun Zhe’s silhouette, feeling chilled to the core, his mind going blank.

He couldn’t believe his cousin would be involved in such acts with Aunt Zhou!

Gradually, an intense jealousy brewed from the depths of his heart, stirring an urge to rush in and stop the pair.

But a rational thought arose from nowhere, ultimately restraining him from such impulse.

If this matter escalated and reached the Emperor’s ears, the consequences were unimaginable.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his internal turmoil, quietly turned, and left.

...

”Thump thump thump...!”

On the messy bed.

Sun Zhe’s gaze was fierce, one hand seizing Xia Shiqing’s soft waist while the other grabbed her hair as if pulling the reins, making her exquisite neck arch to let out a mournful whimper.

”Ahhh...!”

”Xiao Zhe, softer... softer, I can’t take it anymore.”

Sun Zhe’s eyes were fiery, ”How can you not take it? Didn’t you say you wanted to be done till you die?”

”Mmph...”

Xia Shiqing’s starry eyes partially closed, with her teeth biting her rosy lips tightly; both hands placed on her chest, pressing those full orbs into various shapes.

With each heavy thrust from Sun Zhe, she felt herself pierced through, practically sent to the heavens.

Her upper body was propped up solely by Sun Zhe’s grip on her hair, and under his vigorous onslaught, her tender form quaked like swaying flowers, with roundness creating fragrant white shadows, akin to water-filled balloons.

”Ugh!”

Intensely slamming away, Sun Zhe suddenly let out a strange grunt, clenching his teeth, nearing his limit.

Perhaps due to the drugs, he felt Xia Shiqing remarkably tight and moist today, almost suffocating him while continuing to wriggle.

For all his strength, he couldn’t withstand such tightness.

”Can’t take it, I’m going to die!”

Suddenly, Xia Shiqing cried out.

Sun Zhe took a deep breath, lowering his gaze on the white string-filled chaos, gritting his teeth, ”I’m coming too!”

”Mmhm ah... Darling, I love you, please... fill me entirely.”

”Oh oh oh... Darling, fill me up, will you?”

The usually cool, proud, unparalleled Empress Consort, had now transformed in the peak of passion, letting loose all kinds of lustful words.

...

In a silent room.

Rhythmic, fast-paced messy sounds drifted from the bed.

Yuan Jinghua lay across the bed, holding a phone with one hand, eyes fixed on a photo of Xia Shiqing, madness swirling in his pupils.

His other hand had ventured beneath the covers, moving rapidly.

Ever since returning to his own bedchamber, those blurry scenes played out in his mind persistently like an enveloping haze.

Unable to bear it anymore, he rummaged through a drawer and found the stockings Xia Shiqing had secretly worn long ago, and started his manual task while staring at her photo.

”Xia Shiqing, you’re mine, you’re mine!”

”Sun Zhe, why did you steal my aunt?!”

”...”