Sang Jiang gasped for breath as she berated herself for being so useless.
Having lived two lives, her combined age is almost that of Long Jingchen's grandmother, yet her heart raced when a little boy kissed her.
She looked up and glared at the man who was clearly enjoying himself, her teeth grinding together.
Long Jingchen blinked with a wronged look when he saw her looking at him: "Wife, I didn't mean to. I was just afraid that you would call the palace servants in and they would see us hugging and cuddling."
Sang Jiang: "Who hugged or cuddled you!"
She practically squeezed those words out between her teeth.
Long Jingchen is getting more and more adept at taking advantage of her now.
Long Jingchen wasn't annoyed at all. He looked at Sang Jiang with a smile and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Aren't we just hugging and cuddling right now?"
"You pervert!" Sang Jiang kicked him in the waist.
"Ouch~" Long Jingchen released her in pain, clutching his waist and looking at Sang Jiang with a wronged expression: "Wife, if you had kicked a little more off course, you might not have had a happy sex life in the future."
How could Sang Jiang not understand what he meant? She was now so regretful that she wanted to slap herself twice. Why did she say those lewd things to Sang Ruo in front of this man?
Now this man is using these words to shut himself up.
However, she knew the strength of her strength; with Long Jingchen's physique, he was definitely fine now.
She ignored him and sat up, ready to get up, but as soon as she stood up, the man pulled her back down again.
Sang Jiang's pupils contracted, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
As a result, I felt like I was...
Grass!
Before she could speak, she felt something wriggling on her lips, and then once again her mouth was firmly sealed by the man.
The man's words still lingered in her ears: "Wife, you pounced on me yourself."
Sang Jiang: ...
She discovered that ever since she entered the palace as a concubine, she had never gained the upper hand in her encounters with this man.
Gradually, she lost her senses and was held tightly by him until he had kissed her enough before letting go of the already weak and limp Sang Jiang.
Long Jingchen looked with satisfaction at the two blushes on her face.
Just as he was about to say something to tease the little girl, Yang Qi's voice came in from outside inappropriately: "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince requests an audience."
Long Jingchen frowned slightly, but then seemed to remember something and smiled slightly, his face relaxing completely. Sang Jiang couldn't help but curse: "You devil!"
"I understand. Tell the Eighth Prince to wait in the main hall. The Imperial Noble Consort and I will be there shortly."
Sangjiang: ? ? ?
What does it mean that the Imperial Noble Consort will arrive soon?
Is she going too?
Long Jingchen looked at her and chuckled lightly: "I am in your palace. As the head of the palace, it would be inappropriate for you not to go, would it?"
"What's inappropriate about it? Isn't this entire palace yours?" Sang Jiang rolled her eyes at him.
She just wanted some peace and quiet; if she saw this man again, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist the urge to punch him.
Upon hearing her say that, Long Jingchen immediately became aggrieved again: "But I am all yours, so doesn't that mean the entire palace is yours too?"
Sang Jiang: ...
She finally understood that all that nonsense was pointless; if she said a hundred things, the man would have a hundred things to say in return, so she simply stopped talking.
She got up, looked at her wrinkled clothes, turned around and went to the wardrobe to get some clothes. Just as she was about to change, she remembered that the man was still there...
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