Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

The following item on Wang Jian’s agenda was a rendezvous with his wives in the Verzen Empire. As he met each of them, a joyous reunion unfolded.

Empress Su Xian, with a mix of relief and sorrow, embraced her husband tightly. “I’m sorry, husband,” she murmured somberly. “I couldn’t find a way to shield the Everlasting Mystical Empire from Wang Hao’s forces. Whatever course I considered seemed to lead to the massacre of our forces.”

Wang Jian, with a gentle touch on her back, comforted her, “Your decision was sound, my dear. Hold your head high; there’s no need for remorse.”

After consoling Su Xian, Wang Jian turned to his Second Queen, Fen Shuying. Their embrace lingered, the silent communication between them profound. It was a moment of shared understanding.

Next in line was the Third Queen, Chen Yiyan, receiving Wang Jian’s affectionate greeting. Their interaction held a familiarity that spoke of the bond forged through time.

Following her was the Fourth Queen, Hong Meilin. Wang Jian’s attention was unwavering, expressing love and reassurance in the silent language only they shared.

Stella, the Butterfly Spirit Queen and the Fifth Queen, received her turn. Wang Jian’s warmth extended, acknowledging her unique role in his life.

Jin Meixiang, the Sixth Queen, followed suit. Each queen received a distinct share of Wang Jian’s attention, making the moment personal and genuine.

Having met with his queens, Wang Jian gracefully shifted his focus to his concubines. Each interaction was a celebration of the diverse connections he shared, creating an atmosphere of love and unity. The encounters were marked by genuine smiles, shared laughter, and an underlying sense of camaraderie.

As the reunion with his wives unfolded, Wang Jian found himself in the comfort of his personal chamber within the Verzen Empire. All his queens were present, creating an intimate setting that radiated warmth and affection. The air was filled with a sense of familiarity and love.

The queens, with an air of indulgence, pampered Wang Jian. They playfully insisted he lay his head in their laps, creating a circle around him. The atmosphere was both soothing and alluring.

Empress Su Xian, with a tender smile, beckoned Wang Jian to rest his head on her lap. Her gentle hands began to massage his head, fingers expertly working through his hair. “You’ve been through so much, my love,” she said, her voice a soothing melody. “Let us take care of you now.”

Fen Shuying, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, took charge of Wang Jian’s left arm. Her skilled fingers traced soothing patterns along his skin, releasing any tension that lingered. “You need to relax, husband,” she teased, her touch combining playfulness and care.

Chen Yiyan, positioned on the other side, focused on Wang Jian’s right arm. Her touch was delicate yet firm, each motion calculated to ease any strain. “You’re our emperor, but today, you’re also ours to spoil,” she remarked with a playful grin.

The attention then shifted to his legs. Hong Meilin, with her characteristic grace, massaged Wang Jian’s left leg. Her touch seemed to erase fatigue, leaving behind a sensation of revitalization. “You’ve handled so much for us,” she whispered, her words a sweet acknowledgment.

Stella, with her ethereal presence, took charge of Wang Jian’s right leg. Her fingers moved with a rhythmic flow, creating a sensation akin to a gentle breeze. “Let the worries of the world melt away,” she murmured, her voice a comforting melody.

Jin Meixiang, positioned at his feet, worked her magic with a focus on his soles. Her touch was both tender and invigorating, completing the immersive experience. “You deserve every moment of bliss, my lord,” she expressed with genuine affection.

In this state of relaxation, Wang Jian casually inquired about the situation on the battlefield. His wives, amidst the comforting atmosphere, began to share the latest updates.

“The battle between the Dragon Prince and Jiang Chen concluded a day ago,” Empress Su Xian informed, her fingers continuing the rhythmic motion on Wang Jian’s head.

“Yeah,” Fen Shuying added, her eyes focused on her husband. “Jiang Chen seems to have disappeared after the battle. The Dragon Prince is now facing off against the Heavenly Court forces.”

Chen Yiyan, still massaging Wang Jian’s right arm, nodded in agreement. “The Heavenly Court is giving him quite a tough fight, but the Dragon Prince is holding his ground.”

As the information unfolded, Wang Jian absorbed the details, contemplating the turn of events. The ambiance in the chamber remained relaxed, a stark contrast to the turmoil unfolding on the battlefield.

Wang Jian, basking in the afterglow of the massage, couldn’t help but appreciate the unique bond he shared with each of his queens. The intimacy and understanding that flowed between them created a harmonious atmosphere, even in the face of external challenges.

“Jiang Chen’s disappearance is intriguing,” Wang Jian mused, his eyes reflecting a mixture of contemplation and curiosity. “We should keep a close watch on the developments. It seems the situation is far from resolved.”

The wives, still focused on their ministrations, nodded in agreement.

Amidst the soothing massage and the calming atmosphere of the personal chamber, Wang Jian’s curiosity shifted toward the state of the Angel Race and the condition of the Angelic Sky City. His wives, still attending to him, shared the updates with a blend of details and casual dialogues.

Wang Jian, with a lighthearted tone, directed his question to his queens, “How are our angelic allies faring after the recent clashes? Any updates on the Angelic Sky City?”

Su Xian, still running her fingers through Wang Jian’s hair, responded, “The Angel Race and the Angelic Sky City have faced significant challenges. Archangel Seraphim had to harness the power of the Angelic Sky City to counter Jiang Chen’s faction and the Heavenly Court. However, it seems the strain was too much for their bodies.”

Fen Shuying, who was focused on massaging his left arm, chimed in, “Many angels, including the Archangels, are experiencing adverse effects from borrowing such potent power. Their recovery might take some time.”

Chen Yiyan, continuing to knead Wang Jian’s right arm, added, “The battle took a toll on their forces, but they managed to repel Jiang Chen and the Heavenly Court. The Angelic Sky City is still intact, but the aftermath is visible.”

Wang Jian listened attentively, absorbing the details. The information painted a picture of sacrifice and strain among his celestial allies. As his wives shared the complexities of the situation, Wang Jian’s expression morphed into a contemplative one.

After a moment of silence, a mischievous grin spread across Wang Jian’s face. “Well, I guess it’s time for me to pay a visit to our celestial friends. A personal touch might help speed up their recovery.”

The queens exchanged glances, recognizing the playful glint in Wang Jian’s eyes. Su Xian couldn’t resist a teasing remark, “My lord, are you planning to heal them with your unique method of ‘treatment’?”

Wang Jian chuckled, “Well, let’s just say I have a way of making people feel better. A personal touch, you know?” .𝒎

The queens burst into laughter, their melodious tones filling the chamber. Amidst the banter, Wang Jian’s decision was clear – he intended to visit the Angelic Sky City to check on their allies.

Wang Jian, still cradled in the comforting embrace of his wives, spoke with a contented smile, “Well, I don’t plan to rush off immediately. There’s something important right here that requires my attention.”

His statement earned a collective chuckle from the queens who surrounded him.

Su Xian, the Empress, teased, “Is our lord planning to enjoy some more ‘treatments’ before heading off to the Angelic Sky City?”

Wang Jian laughed, “You know me well, Su Xian. Why rush when we can relish the moment? I want to make sure each of you feels thoroughly pampered and sated.”

Fen Shuying, still massaging Wang Jian’s left arm, chimed in, “Well, we wouldn’t want you to go on a mission with a restless heart, my lord. It’s crucial to find the right balance.”

Wang Jian winked at her, “Exactly, Fen Shuying. A content heart makes for a more focused mind. And who knows, a well-tended lord might bring even more blessings to our allies.”

Chen Yiyan, continuing her gentle touch on his right arm, added, “We wouldn’t want you to be distracted during important negotiations with the Angel Race. A relaxed mind is a sharp mind.”

The banter continued, the atmosphere light and filled with the warmth of shared understanding. Wang Jian, reveling in the attention and affection, leaned back further into the soft cushions. .𝒎

Hong Meilin, massaging his left leg, quipped, “So, my lord, are we planning an all-night celebration or just a prelude to the main event?”

Wang Jian, with a playful glint in his eyes, responded, “How about a bit of both? A night of revelry, followed by a morning of leisure. After all, balance is key, isn’t it?”

Stella, attending to his right leg, joined in, “Our lord is truly a master of balancing various… interests. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jin Meixiang, who had been massaging his feet, added with a mischievous smile, “My lord, your ‘treatments’ are indeed the most effective remedy for stress and fatigue.”

As the queens continued their playful banter, Wang Jian embraced the moment, savoring the bond he shared with each of them. The personal chamber became a haven of laughter, affection, and shared joy. It was a respite from the chaos outside, a sanctuary where time seemed to slow down.

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