I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

"This is the Yellow Emperor's Golden Elixir?"

Zhu Houcong examined the golden pill in his hand, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and tossed it into his mouth.

He chewed it casually a couple of times, like chewing candy, and then swallowed it with a gulp.

Crispy!

It's quite refreshing!

One second he was commenting on the taste, the next second Zhu Houcong's eyes suddenly widened.

boom!

He felt a burst of intense heat suddenly erupt from his dantian, sweeping through his entire body like a volcanic eruption.

The heat was scorching but not burning; instead, it soothed my limbs and bones like a hot spring, making every inch of my flesh feel as if it were infused with vibrant life.

Zhu Houcong felt every pore on his body relax.

Even more surprisingly, the brothers, who had been silent for so long, began to stir again.

Sensing this change, his eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light.

Gao Zhan, who was standing to the side, caught a glimpse of His Majesty suddenly stuffing something into his mouth, and his eyelids twitched.

The thing was golden and seemed to have a strange halo around it.

It looks a bit like the elixir of immortality that Taoist priests concocted to deceive several generations of emperors of the Great Liang Dynasty.

Before he could even see it clearly, Emperor Liang had already chewed and swallowed it.

Gao Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to speak, but he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

What His Majesty eats is none of his business!

Could he possibly eat himself to death?

Moreover, this guy is a ruthless character who would even order the death of his own flesh and blood.

Back then, Prince Qi, Xiao Jingyu, was sentenced to death in prison simply for contradicting the emperor at a court meeting.

Why did I have to invite this bad luck?

Thinking of this, Gao Zhan lowered his head even further, staring intently at the tips of his shoes, not daring to even move his eyes.

Zhu Houcong naturally had no idea what Gao Zhan was thinking; in any case, he was thinking about the concubines in the harem.

He stroked his chin, and images of various people flashed through his mind.

Queen?

I'm too old, I'm not interested!

Consort Jing?

She is of average appearance and is on Mei Changsu's side. Even if I die, I will never favor her.

Consort Hui?

She's reasonably attractive, and although she's on good terms with Consort Jing, she never gets involved in palace intrigues. So, she's someone I could arrange a relationship with.

Zhu Houcong was not the kind of person who thought with his lower body.

Because he knew that when a person is agitated, the brain often experiences insufficient blood supply.

Within this deep palace, every move of the emperor is shrouded in mystery.

Even seemingly ordinary concubines, in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, become a barometer of the political climate in the court.

Outside the concubines' sleeping quarters, countless eyes were secretly watching.

Where will Your Majesty stay tonight?

Which empress enjoyed the longest favor?

These seemingly insignificant details would quickly become secrets that the palace eunuchs would eagerly pass around.

After all, whispering in someone's ear is far more effective than submitting memorials to the emperor.

Therefore, matters of the bedchamber in the harem were never just matters of the bedchamber.

Zhu Houcong carefully considered the matter.

As I was pondering this, a stunningly beautiful figure suddenly flashed through my mind.

The woman had cloud-like hair and a beautiful face; she was stunningly beautiful and naturally alluring; every smile and frown was captivating.

She's alluring, like a vixen.

It's Consort Yue!

Zhu Houcong suddenly felt his mouth was dry and his tongue was parched, and even the medicinal power of the golden pill he had just taken was stirring up.

The image of Consort Yue's charming appearance lingered in my mind.

Emperor Liang ate well!

No wonder the original novel always favored Consort Yue, and even her mentally challenged son was named the crown prince.

She's the first one!

Zhu Houcong's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

I made up my mind instantly.

"Prepare the carriage for Zhaoren Palace!"

Zhu Houcong walked directly towards Zhaoren Palace.

Gao Zhan hurriedly followed behind, looking at Zhu Houcong's back, and was a little confused for a moment.

Your Majesty was just saying bad things about the Yue family and the Crown Prince.

Why are we heading to Zhaoren Palace again now?

A great deal of doubt suddenly welled up in my mind.

Zhaoren Palace was the palace where Consort Yue resided, and the original novel contains a slightly ironic tone.

After all, "Ren" refers to benevolence and virtue, but Consort Yue was cunning and scheming, appearing virtuous on the surface but actually extremely ruthless.

Zhaoren Palace was her main stronghold in the struggle for power in the harem, and she also plotted many conspiracies there.

But Zhu Houcong didn't care about any of that. All the careful planning and analysis of the pros and cons were thrown to the winds.

Right now, there's only one word in my head.

Passing through the winding corridors, Zhu Houcong hurried along and soon arrived outside Zhaoren Palace.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of shattering porcelain came from inside the hall, followed by Yue's sharp curses.

"Empress Yan! Emperor Xiao Jinghuan!"

Bang!

Another jade artifact shattered into pieces.

Do you really think I'm made of clay?

"My son is the Crown Prince, and the future Emperor."

"A mere seventh-rank prince dares to compete with my son for favor? Bah!"

Zhu Houcong paused, a playful smile curving his lips.

The servants outside the palace were already ashen-faced with fear, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

He raised his hand to stop the eunuch from announcing the news, and seeing Yue's appearance, his interest grew even stronger.

The fire burning beneath her belly only intensified.

Zhu Houcong suddenly pushed open the carved palace door and walked into the main hall.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Consort Yue's shrill voice came from the inner room, mixed with the crisp sound of porcelain shattering.

Zhu Houcong stood with his hands behind his back, coughed twice, and said, "Ahem, I'd like to see who's so bold as to tell me to get out?"

The cursing from inside the room stopped abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

Immediately following was a flurry of footsteps, and the beaded curtain was suddenly flung open.

Consort Yue's once fierce and beautiful face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale.

She hurriedly lifted her skirt and stumbled to Zhu Houcong, her knees hitting the ground hard and her forehead almost touching the ground.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Her whole body was tense, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty deserves to die! I had no idea Your Majesty had arrived..."

Chapter 3 My second brother is invincible in the world

Zhu Houcong looked down at the trembling beauty at his feet, his gaze sweeping over her disheveled hair and her nail-painted fingertips.

Those hands were gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

Her slender waist, as delicate as a willow branch, now formed a breathtaking curve beneath her moon-white palace dress.

The exposed skin on the back of her neck was as white as snow, smooth and delicate, without a trace of aging.

"Raise your head," Zhu Houcong said in a deep voice.

Consort Yue raised her face tremblingly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, her cherry lips trembling slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye added to her charming and touching beauty.

Those eyes, though filled with trepidation, also held a hidden allure that made it impossible to look away.

It's unbelievable that even though the Crown Prince is already so old, Lady Yue still maintains such a delicate and alluring appearance.

"Are you resentful that I bestowed upon Jing Huan the title of Seven-Bead Prince?"

Zhu Houcong reached out and lifted her delicate chin, asking a meaningful question.

"Your Majesty... dare not!"

Upon hearing this, Consort Yue trembled even more violently.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Houcong's eyes immediately reddened.

"I wouldn't dare, but I think you'd be much more daring!"

You audacious monster, I can tell you're not human at first glance.

Eat a stick from my old grandson!

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Since Emperor Liang grew old, Consort Yue had not felt this kind of discomfort, like having a fishbone stuck in her throat, sitting on pins and needles, or feeling like she had thorns in her back for many years.

The next day.

As the morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, Consort Yue had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhu Houcong was feeling the surging power within his body, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy.

The day and night of frenzy did not tire him out; on the contrary, he was invigorated, and even his breathing became deep and powerful.

Even the originally loose skin and flesh became firm, and the old body seemed to be injected with new vitality.

He tentatively clenched his fist, and the outline of muscles could be vaguely seen on his arms, even the excess fat on his abdomen had decreased a bit.

He looked ten years younger.

The Yellow Emperor's Golden Elixir truly lives up to its reputation!

Zhu Houcong looked down and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Just then, a "hmm~" sound brought Zhu Houcong back to his senses.

Yue stretched his waist and yawned lazily.

She appeared languid and listless, her eyes glazed over from just waking up.