In the quiet inner palace of the imperial city, the night was as dark as ink, with only a few palace lanterns illuminating the path leading to the pavilion.

Song Xuan felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness, looking forward to seeing the two palace maids again last night. Tonight, he was determined to take things a step further!

In the pavilion, two palace maids were already waiting quietly. Their figures were like blooming peonies, elegant yet charming.

Just like yesterday, they lightly prepared tea for Song Xuan, the aroma of which seemed to penetrate the heart.

May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace!

The two palace maids bowed and paid their respects, which stirred Song Xuan's heart.

"You may rise; there is no need for such formalities."

With that, Song Xuan stepped into the pavilion and slowly sat down.

"Tonight, I wish to spend a pleasant evening with you two. What do you think?"

Song Xuan's words were straightforward: he had failed yesterday, but he was determined to succeed today. He was now the emperor of the Great Wu, and taking two palace maids was a piece of cake for him.

Upon hearing this, the two palace maids exchanged a meaningful glance, then smiled sweetly, a smile that possessed an irresistible charm that made Song Xuan's heart flutter.

To Song Xuan's surprise, the two palace maids not only did not show any sign of refusal, but instead appeared unusually enthusiastic.

"We are deeply honored by His Majesty's favor."

"Your Majesty's kindness is most appreciated. We will obey your command. Please move to the inner chamber, where it is more comfortable and cozy."

The palace maids' voices were soft and sweet as they helped Song Xuan into the inner room, their actions exuding an indescribable charm.

The candlelight flickered, the fragrance filled the air, and everything seemed so enchanting and mysterious.

Inside the room, the palace maids gently led Song Xuan to lie down. Their fingertips lightly touched Song Xuan's skin, like spring water brushing against it, bringing waves of shivers.

Just as Song Xuan was relaxing and enjoying this rare moment of tranquility, a cup of fragrant tea was gently placed in front of him.

Song Xuan smiled as he took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded approvingly: "Excellent tea, truly extraordinary."

As the palace maids began to undress, Song Xuan suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and finally, unable to resist the overwhelming sleepiness, he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

The palace maids exchanged meaningful glances as they looked at Song Xuan sleeping soundly.

Their movements became gentle and slow, as if afraid of disturbing the new emperor's peaceful slumber.

Song Xuan was fast asleep. The two palace maids exchanged a tense glance, knowing that time was of the essence.

Their fingers moved nimbly and swiftly, searching through Song Xuan's dragon robe. In the dim light of the palace lanterns, their movements were like those of two nocturnal raccoons, silent yet agile.

"Found it!"

A palace maid exclaimed softly as she pulled three secret letters from Song Xuan's robes. The sealing wax on the envelopes made them appear exceptionally mysterious.

"I never imagined that Song Xuan would have such an important secret letter hidden on his person. It seems that he doesn't really trust the people around him."

"Shh, let's take a look first."

He tore open the sealing wax on the envelope and pulled out the letter. The first letter was from Emperor Wang Gan.

"Song Xuan, what are your true intentions in ascending the throne? Quickly return the territories that my Great Gan has lost!" Wang Gan's words revealed his anger and dissatisfaction.

The second letter came from Empress Zhou Jianjia of the Great Zhou Dynasty: "Song Xuan, I await your reply. Let us work together to eliminate the opposing forces in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

The third letter was a request from Wu Tian, ​​the garrison commander of Tianyang Pass: "Your Majesty, the Great Yan has launched a rebellion. I request that troops be dispatched to Great Yan immediately, otherwise we will miss a golden opportunity."

The two palace maids exchanged a glance, both frowning. These three letters were indeed quite weighty.

"Quickly, copy these secret letters down, then seal them. Song Xuan must not find them tomorrow morning."

Another palace maid nodded, turned around, got out of bed, took out paper and pen, and began to carefully copy.

"These secret letters are of great importance. After you have copied them, send these three letters out of the palace and give them to the commander-in-chief. I will keep an eye on them from here."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Before long, the three secret letters had been copied. They resealed the originals and carefully put them back into Song Xuan's clothes.

The entire process was performed with gentle and meticulous movements, ensuring that everything appeared as if nothing had happened.

After completing all this, the two palace maids began to undress Song Xuan, letting him completely immerse himself in a sensual dream.

The next morning, sunlight shone on Song Xuan's face. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion.

The hazy memories of last night still lingered in his mind. He remembered the charming laughter and gentleness of the two palace maids, and he remembered being led into the inner room by them.

"Last night must have been a wild party," Song Xuan muttered to himself, a satisfied smile on his face.

Looking at the two sleeping palace maids, Song Xuan got out of bed with satisfaction, put on his clothes, and went to the court.

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In the No. 1 room of the Zuiyuexuan Restaurant, Chen Zhennan and Song Yunming sat facing each other.

Chen Zhennan held three copied secret letters in his hand, and he gently placed them in front of Song Yunming.

“Yunming, take a look. These letters contain a huge secret.”

A hint of curiosity flashed in Song Yunming's eyes. He quickly picked up the letters and examined them one by one.

Wu Tian's letter was just a routine military request in his eyes and didn't attract much attention. However, when he saw the letters from Wang Gan and Zhou Jianjia, his brows furrowed.

"Wang Gan's tone was so forceful, even angry, that it seemed he was extremely dissatisfied with Song Xuan's ascension to the throne."

Song Yunming muttered to himself, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

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