If I could find a chance to be intimate with her in bed, I would have no regrets in my life! Rong Fang glanced at him, quickly left the alley with her cloak, and returned to the Tang Mansion, carefully taking care of Tang Zhao who was lying on the bed. He was barely alive, but if he survived his 70th birthday this year, there would be something to watch.

"Master, this is black chicken and longan soup, you must drink it, this is Yanran's gift."

As she spoke, she scooped another spoonful and fed it into his mouth. Tang Zhao looked at the beautiful Eighth Concubine in front of him. It was a pity that he had only been intimate with her twice in bed. He couldn't have her every night, which was a headache for him. He held her little hand and said, "Fang'er, how about we..."

Rong Fang said coquettishly, "Master, have you forgotten again? What did the doctor tell you? You are so weak now, how can you still do those things?

When you get better, Fang'er will come directly if you want her, right?"

Rong Fang smiled at him seductively, and it was indeed a charming smile. Tang Zhao was mesmerized by her smile at first, and could not sleep at night. He vowed to marry her back to Luoyang City. This year is Rong Fang's first year in the Tang family.

But Tang Zhao spent every day in bed, and Rong Fang showed him the devotion that many other wives could not show. Tang Zhao liked Rong Fang so much that he wanted Rong Fang to stay by his side even if she died. But he didn't know that the woman in front of him who served him day and night hated him so much!

She was planning to get rid of him once and for all on his 70th birthday. Rong Fang had a beautiful face, but she had a vicious heart like a snake.

"Master, you should take a rest soon. I still have to keep an eye on Feng'er and Meng'er's homework. I'll go first." Rong Fang smiled at him, twisted her charming figure and left the room. Tang Zhao stared at her back in a daze and laughed.

Rong Fang sent all the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen. Several maids and servants were very polite to her. This eighth concubine had been working diligently since joining the Tang residence, and the servants had a much better impression of her. After everyone left, Rong Fang fiddled with the medicine jar alone.

Suddenly, a pair of broad arms wrapped around her snake-like waist, and rubbed her ears uncontrollably. Rong Fang became a little hot from the teasing, so the two of them went to the back of the wing and had a big fight.

"Fang'er, do you know how much I've missed you these past few days? That old man has occupied your time for so long that we didn't even have a chance to meet."

The man was Tang Zhao’s third son, Tang Zhong.

The first two sons died one after another due to various strange diseases. The Tang family is a family that uses poisons and has been researching various poisons for many years. However, Tang Zhao is very unfortunate. He has many sons and daughters, but only his third son Tang Zhong and sixth lady Tang Yanran survived to adulthood.

Everyone said that this was retribution, because the Tang family had been developing poisons for so many years and had harmed many ordinary people, so everyone thought it was retribution.

"I'm here, aren't I? Why are you so impatient? You don't have any patience at all. You're just like your lecherous father." Rong Fang said coldly, but the man was still unsatisfied and kept asking for more from her. He couldn't stop smelling her fragrant body.

At this time, footsteps were heard and someone entered the kitchen, probably to get something. Both of them stopped making noises, but Tang Zhong was still messing around with her.

After everyone left, Tang Zhong lay on her even more boldly, pinching her pointed chin and said, "Don't worry, my father won't survive this year. When I have the right to inherit the Tang Clan, I will immediately marry you and make you my first wife.

Isn't it good that you can command all the people in the Tang family?" Tang Zhong said, kissing her cheek impatiently. Rong Fang pushed him down impatiently and said, "Enough! You and your father are not of the same character. The first wife and the eighth concubine are all the same to me. I am the nemesis of you Tang family members!"

Tang Zhong saw that Rong Fang seemed to be worried today, so he got off her and looked at her and said, "What's wrong, Fang'er? Did you hear any rumors again? Don't worry, as long as I am the head of the Tang family, no one dares to say anything. This is the way the world is.

Whoever has the bigger fist will be the boss. As long as I become stronger, I can protect you. Isn't that good?" Rong Fang sneered and said, "Forget it. Your uncles are also thinking about this position. You don't think you have made any contribution to the Tang family."

“…………I am not happy when you say that. You can’t boost others’ ambitions and destroy your own prestige. Don’t worry, I am willing to do anything for you!” Tang Zhong said while biting her ear impatiently. Rong Fang couldn’t help but rolled her eyes and felt disgusted. If it weren’t for that person, she would not have approached Tang Zhong, let alone that disgusting old man.

Soon, the news that Prince Zhao would personally congratulate Tang Zhao on his birthday spread throughout Luoyang City. Everyone was curious and wanted to see how heroic and majestic His Royal Highness Prince Zhao was.

A gold-inlaid sedan chair was seen parked at the gate of the Tang Mansion. The servants and housekeepers of the Tang family lined up in an orderly manner to welcome the arrival of His Royal Highness Prince Zhao.

"That's His Royal Highness Prince Zhao, he really is exactly like what the storyteller described!"

"Yes, he is famous for his suave, dashing, heroic and majestic appearance!"

Rong Zhen was delighted when he heard those flattering words. He didn't expect that even though he had retired from the world for so long, there were still legends about him in the world.

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Rong Fang, the first wife and others, as well as a series of clan elders, were all waiting in the hall for King Zhao to appear. King Zhao was a guest from the capital, so they naturally had to greet him with caution.

"Your Majesty!"

The leader was the second master Tang, Tang Shixun, who was temporarily in charge of the Tang family. He was tall, with a decent appearance, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable brilliance.

"You're welcome. Everyone, please take a seat." Rong Zhen sat in the seat of honor. He hadn't attended such a polite occasion for a long time. For a moment, he even forgot what polite words to say. However, according to his previous style of doing things, he didn't need to deliberately cater to others.

"Your Highness Prince Zhao, it is truly an honor for us to be able to come in person to attend my uncle's birthday celebration this time!"