The Imperial Palace.
Shang Changze and Xiao Ji left Cining Palace together. The scenery inside the palace was pleasant, and the two discussed state affairs as they walked.
"This battle was well fought. It eliminated the threat of Jinlou and deterred other vassal states."
Barring unforeseen circumstances, Qingyan will enjoy peace and stability for several more years, all thanks to the General.
"Your Majesty flatters me. I merely did what a general should do..."
"General's wounds, I will..."
"Thank you, Your Majesty..."
Before parting,
Xiao Ji stopped Shang Changze, bowed to show his submission to the emperor, and then asked about the day Shang Rui led his troops into the city.
"Forgive my utmost disrespect, but why did Your Majesty place the Princess in such a dangerous situation that day?"
This statement is close to an interrogation, which is indeed very disrespectful.
The palace servants accompanying them all lowered their heads, even their breathing was carefully controlled.
The spring sun shines warmly, and a gentle breeze blows.
The flowers, grass, and trees swayed gently in the breeze; everything around us was so beautiful.
Shang Changze seemed to be captivated by the beautiful spring scenery, and also moved by Xiao Ji's concern for his elder sister. He smiled and explained.
"That day, I sent six Imperial Shadows to guard my elder sister and ensure her safety. General, you can rest assured. My concern for my elder sister is no less than yours."
About fifteen minutes later, at the Princess's residence.
Shang Changge timed her bath and change perfectly, and arranged everything precisely on time.
For example, prepare all the necessary items, big and small, and keep all guards, assassins, and secret agents away.
Only Qingyao and Zhuque remained, the former guarding the gate of the inner hall of the bathhouse, and the latter guarding the gate of the outer hall of the bathhouse.
Xiao Ji did not disappoint her and found her quickly.
Shang Changge lay on her side on the soft couch, her snow-white robes perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure.
Hearing the noise, he picked up the book he was using to cover his face and glanced at it. Seeing it was Xiao Ji, he moved the book back.
Her full, crimson lips parted, the last syllable trailing off with an ambiguous, unusual nonchalance, sounding both commanding and urging:
"You're here? You're a little late."
"I've prepared a petal bath and underwear for you. Two red candles were too few, so I had them light a few more."
They also lit incense, but we didn't put in any of the longan, red date, or peanut incense since we're not having children..."
The book was taken away, and the two faced each other.
Xiao Ji's stern, defined brow bone showed a smile, a genuine desire to laugh and a genuine emotion; his proud upper body bent down.
A cool kiss landed on Shang Changge's brow, his sexy, mellow voice gentle.
"I love you."
After saying that, she put the book back into Shang Changge's pocket, then obediently undressed and stepped into the large bathtub covered with flower petals.
A moment later, Shang Changge came to his senses. He was surprised that General Xiao was so obedient this time, neither refusing nor saying anything unnecessary.
His lips curled into an uncontrollable, uncontrollable smile, and he stopped studying the yellow book that didn't align with core values.
She propped her cheek up with her hand, admiring the perfect man she was about to dissect and devour.
Time passed by, but it wasn't long before the incense from the gilded incense burner in the bathhouse began to waft around.
A kiss, their breaths mingling.
What followed was a natural progression; the two were not significantly different in size.
Xiao Ji was very skilled; Shang Changge was practically hanging on Xiao Ji's tall, strong body. At first, she could withstand the first few times under normal conditions.
However,
Xiao Ji's large, broad hands supported Shang Changge's buttocks, and in that sudden moment, he lifted Shang Changge up.
Shang Changge's long, beautiful phoenix eyes welled up with tears, which fell warmly onto Xiao Ji's neck and broad shoulders.
"Xiao Ji!"
Shang Changge's voice had somehow acquired a captivatingly husky quality, which was incredibly alluring, but now it was tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Why did you suddenly stand up? You're going to die.
Xiao Ji felt a pang of heartache; his gentle voice was especially magnetic at this moment, even carrying an irresistible and intensely seductive quality.
"Did I hurt you? Sorry, you little rascal..."
His hand gently stroked the slender back of his beloved woman, his deep, resonant voice, full of mature masculine charm, soothing her.
The movements also became gentler, slowing down the conquest, territorial expansion, and acquisition of territory.
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