Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The woman stood at the boundary between shadow and light.

He was wearing a large, blue Taoist robe.

The Taoist robe is supposed to be a symbol of purity and detachment from worldly desires.

But when she wore it, it all looked different.

The neckline was extremely low, exposing large expanses of snow-white skin to the air without any concealment.

Deeply sunken collarbone.

With her steady breathing, the breathtaking curve of her chest rose and fell slightly.

The hem of the Taoist robe was extremely short, barely covering the top of the thighs.

Two straight, long legs were exposed so brightly to the cool air at the mountaintop.

She was barefoot.

Her fair toes stepped on the dusty blue bricks, yet not a speck of dirt touched them.

A red string was tied around his right ankle.

At the bottom of the red string hangs a small, pure gold bell.

She leaned against the mottled door frame, exuding a languid air as if she had just woken up.

He held a white jade whisk in his hand.

Her snow-white whiskers brushed against her smooth thighs intermittently.

Ethereal and otherworldly.

But within this ethereal aura lies a bewitching power capable of draining one's very marrow.

Especially that face.

Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and a touch of crimson cinnabar was placed between her brows.

Cold and aloof, yet unrestrained.

Two completely opposite qualities are perfectly blended in her.

Xia Jie's throat felt a little dry.

He swallowed hard, suppressing the acid churning in his stomach.

He had slept with many of the most beautiful women in the capital.

He kept dozens of women in his mansion, ranging from plump to slender, from the lean horses of the Jiangnan water towns to the dancing girls of the Western Regions.

But this woman in front of him could pull a man's soul out of his body with just one glance.

"Your Highness?"

The woman spoke.

Her voice was soft and sweet, with an extremely long trailing tone, like a barbed hook that pierced straight into one's ear.

She leaned down slightly.

The wide collar of the Taoist robe fell gracefully down.

Two astonishingly full mounds broke free from the fabric and boldly entered the field of vision.

Xia Jie's vision was instantly filled.

He suddenly came to his senses.

This is the Temple of Longevity.

It was a forbidden place where the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty secluded himself to cultivate immortality.

Who is this woman?

The Emperor's new concubine?

There is no such person on the list of concubines.

Taoist nun?

What kind of Taoist nun dresses like that!

"Who are you?"

Xia Jie straightened up and patted the mud off his knees.

Hands behind the back.

He once again adopted the imposing demeanor of a regent prince.

"I?"

The woman's ankles swayed slightly.

Ding-dong.

The golden bell rang out with a clear, crisp sound, echoing across the deathly silent mountaintop.

"I am His Majesty's... personal attendant."

A Taoist boy?

Xia Jie sneered inwardly.

Old man.

He spoke grandly about seeking immortality and detachment from worldly desires, while leaving all the affairs of state to his son.

But behind the scenes, they hide in these deep mountains and forests, playing such fancy games.

What kind of immortal cultivation is this?

This is probably some kind of bedroom ritual.

No wonder he's neglecting state affairs; apparently, there's a stunning beauty hidden in this dilapidated Taoist temple!

"Where is Father?"

Xia Jie's tone was harsh and impatient.

"I have urgent military intelligence to report to my father."

He had no interest in wasting time talking nonsense with a plaything.

His mind is now completely occupied with how to get that tiger tally.

How to mobilize a million imperial guards?

How can we smash that bastard Lin Mo's bones inch by inch?

The woman straightened up.

Rotate your wrist.

The white jade whisk swung in mid-air in a beautiful circle, bringing with it a fragrant breeze.

"His Majesty is currently refining the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir in the alchemy room."

"We've reached the most critical juncture."

"No one is allowed to disturb us."

She stepped aside, making room for half of the doorway.

She stretched her fair arm out into the yard.

"If Your Highness is willing to wait, please come in and wait."

Xia Jie frowned.

He snorted coldly and stepped over the high threshold.

Upon seeing this, Wei Zhong quickly bent over and dragged his old legs to follow.

Snapped.

A white jade whisk swept across the sky.

It stood firmly in front of Wei Zhong's chest.

"This sacred place is for purification and eunuchs are not allowed to enter."

Wei Zhong's old face stiffened.

The wrinkles on his face twitched three times.

He was the Grand Eunuch, second only to the Emperor, and all the civil and military officials in the court had to bow and scrape before him.

Now, some random Taoist nun has pointed her finger at me and called me a eunuch.

How can I swallow this insult?

"How dare you!"

Wei Zhong roared angrily in a high-pitched voice.

"We've already paid..."

"You wait outside."

Xia Jie didn't even turn his head, directly interrupting Wei Zhong's words.

Wei Zhong opened his mouth, but swallowed the rest of his sentence.

"Yes."

He could only grit his teeth and obediently step down the stairs.

squeak-

The heavy, black lacquered wooden door slowly closed behind Xia Jie.

The mountain breeze and fog outside were completely blocked.

The courtyard was deathly quiet.

There were no birds chirping.

There were no insect sounds.

Only that cloying, decadent fragrance lingered in the air, fermenting freely.

The crackling sound of firewood could be heard coming from a brick house not far away.

The heatwave seeped out through the cracks in the door.

That should be the alchemy room.

The woman walked ahead, leading the way.

Twisting the waist.

Her wide Taoist robe swayed from side to side with her movements.

Two dazzlingly white thighs were faintly visible through the fabric, sparking the imagination.

Every step taken.

The golden bell on her ankle rang once.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

The sound seemed to possess some kind of magic, striking Xia Jie's taut nerves again and again.

This inexplicably ignited a surge of anger within him.

Xia Jie followed behind.

My gaze involuntarily fell on her back.

That waist.

These legs.

It is truly top-notch.

Compared to the beauty he had painstakingly gathered in his mansion, all the women in front of him seemed like vulgar, unworthy women.

The old man has a sharp eye.

But it's okay.

Once you die from eating those poison pills, the entire Xia dynasty will be mine.

This woman, of course, is mine too.

Xia Jie was making plans in his mind.

Thinking of the tiger tally that was about to be obtained, his anxiety over the annihilation of the 400,000-strong army subsided somewhat.

Lin Mo.

Once I obtain the Tiger Tally, I will make you kneel outside the capital city gates and skin you alive!

"What is Your Highness looking at?"

The woman suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He turned his head away.

His eyes held a half-smile.

Caught off guard, Xia Jie nearly crashed into it.

He quickly averted his gaze, his expression unchanged.

"Look at the scenery inside this temple."

"The broken bricks and tiles have a unique charm."

"What's so interesting about the scenery?"

The woman not only didn't back down, but instead took two steps closer.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

The alluring fragrance emanating from her body forcefully entered Xia Jie's nostrils.

"Your Highness, why don't you... take a look at me?"

She extended her fair, delicate fingertips.

He gently drew a circle on Xia Jie's chest.

Even through the expensive brocade, Xia Jie could clearly feel the coolness emanating from his fingertips.

His muscles tensed instantly.

Is this woman crazy?

How dare she openly seduce a prince!

Right under the old emperor's nose!

If this were discovered, being slowly sliced ​​to death would be the least of their worries.

"presumptuous!"

Xia Jie's voice suddenly turned cold, and he rebuked him with the dignity of a prince.

He grabbed the woman's wrist.

It feels cold and slippery to the touch.

"Do you know who I am?"

Women are not afraid at all.

With a flick of his wrist, he took control.

His fingertips traced a path upwards along the back of Xia Jie's hand.

She tiptoed slightly.

Her red lips brushed against Xia Jie's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"The Third Prince, huh?"

"The future..."

She paused deliberately, her voice extremely low, exuding a bewitching charm.

"The ruler of the world."

These four words were uttered.

Xia Jie's breathing suddenly stopped.

Is this Taoist nun crazy?

His father is still practicing alchemy at the Changsheng Temple!

That old bastard hasn't even breathed his last yet!

She actually dared to openly discuss the position of crown prince right in front of the emperor's secluded retreat!

The lust that Xia Jie had been aroused by the beauty was completely extinguished by these four words.

Instead, there was extreme vigilance and chilling killing intent.

Is this woman sent by the old man to test me?

Or is she just tired of living and speaks without thinking?