Chapter 258 The Imperial Concubine 5 (Bonus Chapter for Donations)

The Prince of Nanling was skilled in martial arts, but in addition to drugging him, the guards also gave him muscle-relaxing powder, leaving him too weak to even get out of bed.

"Your Highness, why am I here? What are you doing here? I've been drugged! Call someone here immediately!"

Ning Yan: "Uncle, do you think we two can survive if we call for help? This is my Weiyang Palace."

Prince of Nanling: ...I understand. So it was the Imperial Concubine who drugged and kidnapped her.

What do you want to do?

Ning Yan frankly stated, "I want to live, and I want everyone in the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion to live well."

"Then why did you tie me up?"

Soon, he knew what Ning Yan was going to do—it was him.

He's a grown man, and to make matters worse, he was the one on the bottom. There's no justice in this world.

Two hours later, before the effects of the medicine wore off, Ning Yan personally helped him put on his clothes.

The Prince of Nanling muttered under his breath, "Could you please not use drugs next time? Seriously, it's affecting my performance."

Ning Yan almost burst out laughing: "Weren't you unwilling at first?"

When the Prince of Nanling accidentally caught a glimpse of Ning Yan's exposed skin, he quickly looked away, his face inexplicably turning red again. "You said it yourself, it's the beginning. Now that it's started, what else is there to be unwilling about?"

Sigh, he's fallen into a trap. The thought of his nephew's wife not looking for him anymore makes him feel terrible.

Thinking about it this way, my nephew's large size is a bit of an eyesore.

There won't be a next time.

Prince of Nanling: ...

When the Prince of Nanling was escorted away by his secret guards, his face was so sour it could kill ten cows.

This was in Weiyang Palace, and he dared not make too much noise, lest someone hear and it affect the Imperial Concubine.

Upon returning to the Prince of Nanling's residence, he summoned all his advisors, regardless of the time.

After a good night's sleep, he understood the Consort's plan: to borrow his seed so that she could have a child and then put their child on the throne, which would mean that Zhao Cheng, her beloved nephew, would have to die.

His advisors had previously urged him to kill his nephew and take the throne, but he refused, finding being emperor too tiring.

Things are different now, he has to do it!

If they can't kill the emperor's nephew, his son and the mother of his child might be the ones who suffer!

Oh, and we also have to protect the Marquis of Dingyuan's residence!

You have to protect your father-in-law, of course.

...

Zhao Cheng was woken up by Yang Mo. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty? It's time for the morning court session."

Zhao Cheng opened his eyes and saw the familiar surroundings, recalling everything that had happened last night. He never expected that he had been so brave and exhilarated last night.

Alas, what a pity. Who can blame him when the Imperial Concubine comes from the Marquis of Dingyuan's family? If he doesn't nip the problem in the bud, he fears that one day the Imperial Concubine might cut off his head.

Zhao Cheng got up, and Yang Mo personally helped him get dressed. After instructing people not to wake the Imperial Concubine, he went to court.

For the next three days, the Prince of Nanling waited for the Consort's people to come and "invite" him, but the people he was waiting for never came.

How could she be so sure she could have his child on the first try?

Or did she dislike his... skills?

No, he can't wait any longer.

If he waits any longer, he's going to go crazy!

Besides, he has legs, so if she doesn't come to "invite" him, he'll go by himself!

So that very night, he secretly entered the palace and sneaked into the concubine's bedroom.

When the Prince of Nanling arrived, Ning Yan was taking a bath, with Gui Ling and Jin Ye attending to her.

The two were startled when the Prince of Nanling entered, but seeing that their master remained calm, they quickly shut their mouths.

Ning Yan waved her hand at the two maids, her fair arms exposed to the air, "You may leave now, I do not need any service here."

Gui Ling and the other person lowered their heads and left.

The Prince of Nanling felt his nose was burning. The light in the dormitory was a bit dim last night, so he couldn't see clearly. Now he really wanted to take the beauty out and see her thoroughly from the inside out.

With a "splash," Ning Yan stood up from the bathtub, her flawless body completely exposed to the air. Crystal-clear water droplets slid down her delicate, fair skin, causing the Prince of Nanling to cover his nose.

He quickly took the bath towel off the screen, strode forward, wrapped it tightly around the person, and lifted them out of the bathtub.

The man's first words were accusatory: "If I hadn't come, were you planning to never come to me again?"

Ning Yan nestled in his arms, her tone almost hooking: "Hasn't Your Highness arrived?"

The Prince of Nanling's eyes lit up with joy, so what he meant was that he would have to do it himself from now on?

...

At the end of the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), the Prince of Nanling hurriedly left. When he left, he was carrying a green undergarment in his arms, but it was not stolen; he had asked someone for it on purpose.

They won't leave unless they get it.

Can Ning Yan refuse to give it to her?

Not knowing that the Prince of Nanling had this hobby, Ning Yan could only ask her two head maids to make several more for her, in various styles and patterns, to give to him in the future.

She has always been so generous.

Yang Mo learned of the news as soon as the Prince of Nanling entered the palace. He waited outside Weiyang Palace for a long time until the Prince of Nanling left before he left.

Two days later, he sent another letter to Ning Yan.

Ning Yan: ……

Before she could even refuse, the person was delivered to her again.

This time, the one sent was Murong Yue, one of the four most renowned young masters in the capital and the grandson of the Grand Tutor.

He was quite kind; he drugged Murong Yue.

Without exchanging any words, the two went straight to the point.

No one knows how Yang Wei chose this person. He is as handsome as jade and a peerless gentleman. This person is exactly to her aesthetic point. How could she let him go!

After being tossed and turned until midnight, Murong Yue woke up and the first thing he said was, "Whose daughter are you? I will have my mother go to your house to propose marriage when I return to the manor tomorrow."

Ning Yan put her arm around his waist and laughed, "I am Ning Yan. Ning Yan, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Dingyuan!"

Murong Yue smiled. So she was the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Dingyuan. The two were well-matched in terms of social status, and his family would certainly not object to their marriage.

But the next second his face froze, and he quickly withdrew one of his hands from the delicate skin.

Marquis Dingyuan apparently only had one daughter, who was made a Noble Consort by the Emperor and brought into the palace more than three months ago.

Ning Yan was amused by his actions. "Isn't it a bit too late for you to take it back now?"

Murong Yue: Yes, they've done everything, and more than once.

He slept with the emperor's woman, will he be beheaded tomorrow?

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it, I might as well enjoy life while I can.

To die beneath a peony blossom is to die a romantic death!

So he reached out again, this time to an even more tempting place.

...

It was still late in the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), and Murong Yue was sent away.

It's good that the Emperor didn't catch them in bed together, but what if he still wants to see the Consort again?

What if the imperial concubine stops seeking him out?

So he went to the palace to see Consort Xian, his own sister.

"What? You say you want to join the palace as a guard? Believe me or not, I'll tell Father, and he'll beat you up all by himself!"

Murong Qing looked at her younger brother, who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, with helplessness in her eyes. He was a top scholar, but he had never liked martial arts since childhood. How could he be allowed to enter the palace as a guard?

(End of this chapter)