Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 601 Clear Mind (6,000 words)
"Your Highness, please have a cup of wine to warm yourself up first."

Ziyu smiled and poured Song Yan a cup of wine.

In name, Ziyu is still Song Yan's maid, with a status similar to Gu Banxia. However, in the vast Prince's mansion, no one truly treats Ziyu as a maid. Luo Tianxuan and Luo Tianyi mostly regard Ziyu as a sister.

Putting aside Ziyu's strength, a ninth-rank martial artist would be a person of extraordinary status in any powerful family. Moreover, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that the relationship between Ziyu and Song Yan is also extraordinary, and sooner or later she will be taken into his household.

Song Yan also withdrew his gaze, still feeling somewhat suspicious. For some reason, just a moment ago, he felt that the women at the table were looking at him with a strange gaze. Their eyes seemed to be filled with an indescribable heat, as if they wanted to devour him alive... It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them wolves and tigers.

Hard to understand.

Song Yan didn't think much of it. With Xiao Xueheng still in his arms, he picked up a wine cup and took a sip. The wine was warmed yellow wine. After taking a sip, he felt warm all over. The taste was strangely familiar, probably some kind of medicinal wine.

As soon as she finished drinking, Ziyu poured her another cup.

After downing several cups of wine, Ziyu finally stopped.

After eating some more to fill their stomachs, Song Yan asked if anything had happened at the Prince's residence these past few days. The women all said that everything was fine. Although Luo Tianxuan had only temporarily left, Luo Yuheng was still there to oversee things, so it seemed unlikely that anything would go wrong.

After the meal was finished, the women dispersed.

Even as they were leaving, people kept glancing at Song Yan with somewhat complicated expressions.

Song Yan first helped Hua Lian Yue to the bedroom, then checked her pulse. The fetus was normal. Hua Lian Yue was a martial artist, so her body was stronger than that of ordinary women. It seemed that even when it came time to give birth, there wouldn't be too many problems. Hua Lian Yue's belly had grown larger, but it was still smaller than when Luo Yu Heng was in the same month, so it probably wasn't twins. Hua Lian Yue was a little annoyed about this, since giving birth to twins, a son and a daughter, was something many people envied.

Seeing Hua Lian Yue's petty temper and scheming thoughts, Song Yan chuckled. Twins are a matter of luck; how can you expect to have twins just by wishing for them? Pregnant women are always exceptionally sensitive, and even a usually calm and strong woman like Hua Lian Yue is no exception. Seeing Hua Lian Yue's unhappy face, Song Yan gently comforted her until her furrowed brows relaxed and she fell into a deep sleep. Only then did Song Yan lightly kiss Hua Lian Yue's forehead, and then quietly opened the door and left.

It wasn't that Song Yan didn't want to stay with Hua Lianyue.

He possessed the Golden Kidney and had cultivated the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," making his desires far more intense than those of ordinary men. Furthermore, after several days adrift at sea and the return of numerous women, he seemed to be aroused, feeling an uncontrollable heat in his lower abdomen, flames spreading from his abdomen to his limbs. Hua Lian Yue was pregnant; if he were to share a room with her and, without restraint, do something that could harm the fetus, it would be disastrous.

Once outside, the cold wind hit his face, instantly calming his restlessness and making him feel much more awake. He stretched his arms and body before heading towards Luo Yuheng's bedroom.

The bedroom light was still on, and a soft, sweet humming sound could be faintly heard, like some kind of melody. Although Song Yan was not good at music, he found the melody soothing and peaceful, and when paired with Luo Yuheng's voice, it felt very comfortable.

It's something like a lullaby.

The door opened, and Luo Yuheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, coaxing the two little ones to sleep. When Song Yan came in, Luo Yuheng simply put a finger to her lips and shushed him, signaling Song Yan not to make too much noise. She gently patted the two little ones with her delicate hand. After a while, when the two little ones were completely asleep, Luo Yuheng finally got up with a sigh.

"Master!"

As they spoke, Luo Yuheng had already reached the table and was about to sit down when Song Yan reached out and wrapped his arm around Luo Yuheng's waist, pulling her onto his lap with a slight pull. Luo Yuheng's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't struggle. She shifted her body slightly to find a more comfortable position in Song Yan's arms.

The feeling of being held in Song Yan's arms always warmed her heart.

“There are plenty of maids in the Prince’s mansion, so you don’t need to work so hard,” Song Yan said.

Luo Yuheng naturally knew what Song Yan was talking about, and just smiled: "It's more reassuring to take care of her personally. Husband, don't worry. If I feel tired, I will naturally ask someone else to help take care of me."

"I heard that the day I left, you started the car right afterward. Why didn't you have someone call me back?" Song Yan's tone was somewhat reproachful.

In ancient times, childbirth was an extremely dangerous event for women.

If complications such as malposition of the fetus or umbilical cord entanglement occur, there is almost no chance of saving the baby with the medical skills available at that time. Although Song Yan had never performed such surgery, he had some theoretical knowledge, and staying in the Prince's residence would still be of some use.

Fortunately, Luo Yuheng was older and her body was fully developed; she wasn't a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. Otherwise, things would have been much more complicated... Childbirth is a life-threatening ordeal, and that's no joke.

Luo Yuheng pressed her face against Song Yan's chest: "My husband has things to do. The Hongyi cannons are newly manufactured and are being used in actual combat for the first time. I can't rest easy if my husband doesn't come along personally. Besides, my husband has been preparing for a month to ambush this group of Jurchen barbarians. How can I disturb my husband's plans because of my own affairs?"

"My husband is destined for great things; we will handle the affairs of the inner quarters ourselves."

Song Yan felt a warmth in his heart. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?
"What are your plans next, my lord?" Luo Yuheng asked again.

"Next, we should proceed step by step and select a group of elite troops to enter the Haixi Grassland." Song Yan sighed: "The Jurchens must be wiped out. Once my main force is mobilized, Suochuoluo should also receive the news. At that time, they will definitely launch a large-scale invasion of Anzhou, and Master Meiwu's plan will be able to be implemented."

"If everything goes smoothly, there will be no royal court in the northern desert from now on, and Ningguo will no longer have to worry about the threats from the Jurchens and Xiongnu. It should be able to live in peace for a while. Moreover, these foreign tribes are also discussing to stage another Six Barbarian Invasions in China. If the Xiongnu and Jurchens are eliminated in advance, two of the Six Barbarian tribes will be gone, and the people of the Central Plains will suffer less."

Luo Yuheng sighed, somewhat reluctantly: "If my husband has made a decision, then do it. I will take good care of the house for you. I only hope that when you are doing things, you will think more about the sisters in the royal palace. There are many people at home waiting for your safe return."

Song Yan nodded, his fingers caressing Luo Yuheng's waist.

It had been a very long time since Song Yan had been intimate with Luo Yuheng. Now, with the beauty in his arms, Song Yan felt a strange restlessness in his heart. He rested his chin on Luo Yuheng's shoulder, and as they whispered sweet nothings, he gently kissed Luo Yuheng's face and neck.

Luo Yuheng was sitting on Song Yan's lap, so he could naturally feel Song Yan's reaction.

The heat penetrated through her thin clothes, making Luo Yuheng's consciousness hazy.

His breathing was rapid, coming from between his nostrils.

She murmured softly between her fragrant lips.

Even her eyes were filled with a little mist, her gaze unfocused.

It's embarrassing to admit, but a woman's desires are actually stronger during pregnancy than usual. Since her pregnancy progressed, Luo Yuheng had not had intercourse with Song Yan and had been suppressing her desires until now. Her body was very sensitive at this time, and with just a little teasing from Song Yan, Luo Yuheng felt an uncontrollable desire quietly welling up in her heart.

Even so, Luo Yuheng still managed to maintain her clarity of mind, and gently pushed Song Yan away with her delicate hand.

"Ms. sir..."

Song Yan looked somewhat surprised.

“If my husband desires more, why not seek out the other sisters?” Luo Yuheng exhaled slowly, circulating her inner energy to suppress the restlessness in her heart. “These days, the sisters in the Prince’s Mansion have also missed my husband very much. Especially after seeing that I have given birth to a son and a daughter for my husband, they are all waiting for my husband’s favor.”

Upon hearing this, Song Yan suddenly realized the truth.

Now he finally understood why the women had looked at him so strangely, like wolves and tigers, at the banquet.

They probably all want to have a child.

It’s not that I can’t understand it.

In these times, women in the inner quarters of the household still need a child to rely on in order to live a stable life. Although Song Yan is not the kind of heartless and ungrateful person, this idea is deeply ingrained in her bones and cannot be easily changed.

He finally understood why Ziyu kept urging him to drink, and why the taste of those drinks seemed strangely familiar... Wasn't that the tiger penis wine he had hidden in the storeroom? It had just been diluted and heated up, so the taste was a little different from before.

Perhaps, before he returned to the palace, these women had already discussed how to divide him up.

Luo Yuheng paused, the flush on her face slowly fading: "Although my husband now has children, you are still a prince, and having only one son and one daughter is still too few offspring."

"If you have some free time, it would be better to let the sisters have more children for the Prince of Yan's family."

“I know that you have a bias towards me, Tianxuan, and Tianyi, but given your status, you can’t claim to treat everyone equally in the inner quarters. At the very least, you can’t let anyone feel that they are being neglected… It’s not easy to strike the right balance. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many messy things in the emperor’s harem. You need to be more careful.”

"Gao Yang and Fang Wanlin have been staying in the Prince's mansion for a long time. Husband, why don't you take them away at some time?"

"The relationship with the Fang family cannot be severed. Wanlin is a well-educated and reasonable girl. She came to Pingyang with you alone and has been living alone for so long. Although she has grievances in her heart, she has never told anyone. But Yan'er, you are the Prince of Yan, and you cannot let her continue to suffer like this."

"Anyone can see Ziyu's feelings for you, and we can't let Ziyu remain anonymous forever."

“Cui Yingying is the same. Although she is very smart, she is getting older and has lost three fiancés in succession. Sometimes she may not say it on the surface, but she is still a little uneasy in her heart.” With a smile, Luo Yuheng kissed Song Yan’s lips lightly again: “Although they have not officially married their husbands yet, since they are already living in the Prince’s Mansion, I suppose they have tacitly agreed to it.”

Luo Yuheng was different after all; he was meticulous and noticed many things that Song Yan had not.

Although Luo Tianxuan was the principal wife, Song Yan's household affairs were managed by Luo Yuheng.

Clearly, Luo Yuheng did a very good job; there was almost nothing in the backyard of the Prince's mansion that could give Song Yan any cause for concern.

"Go."

"Remember, make sure everyone receives their share."

Urged on by Luo Yuheng, Song Yan reluctantly got up.

Luo Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief as her husband left. She was naturally a little reluctant, but she was really not in a good position to serve him right now. On the one hand, her body had not yet recovered, and it would be inauspicious to have sex with him. On the other hand, it was because of her belly... After ten months of pregnancy, especially with twins, her belly had been stretched round and plump. After giving birth, her belly suddenly shrunk and became wrinkled, which was quite ugly.

Luo Yuheng didn't want her husband to see her like this.

Fortunately, I have been nourishing my abdominal skin with my internal energy every day, and the wrinkles are starting to show signs of fading. It seems that they can recover.

Once back in the courtyard, a cool breeze caressed her face, and Song Yan felt somewhat dazed.

What is this?
He seems to have nowhere to sleep tonight.

"Spreading branches and leaves, receiving rain and dew equally?" Song Yan couldn't help but laugh. He truly never expected that one day this phrase would be used to describe him.

However, what Luo Yuheng said was not wrong. These girls were already living in the Prince's mansion, and he had given his permission. In this era, it was no different from establishing a relationship. If they were left to stay like this, leaving those women alone in their empty rooms, they would probably be filled with anxiety every day.

The woman no longer cared about her reputation, which was the most important thing, but he, a grown man, was being coy and making her worry. Thinking about it this way, even Song Yan looked down on himself.

Moreover, once you enter the Prince's mansion, you become his person.

Fang Wanlin, Cui Yingying, Ziyu, Gao Yang... one after another, beautiful figures appeared in his mind. These were all extremely outstanding women. Could he possibly push these women away? Perhaps this is the most despicable possessiveness of men. Just thinking about these women leaving the palace and marrying other men made Song Yan feel terrible.

Since that's the case, then let's accept it!

In that instant, I inexplicably felt a sense of clarity and understanding.

Having only recently entered the eighth rank, Song Yan was already showing signs of weakening. Laughing, he stopped thinking about anything else and headed towards a residence.

This is Gao Yang's residence.

All things considered, Gao Yang should be one of the earliest women Song Yan knew, and she lived in Song Yan's house for the longest time. In fact, when he once suffered a backlash from cultivating the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," it was Gao Yang who helped him detoxify. Apart from that final step, everything that should and shouldn't have happened between them happened.

Since we are not going to let the young ladies in the inner quarters be left alone in their empty rooms any longer, let's start with Gaoyang.

The courtyard was very quiet.

The light was still on in Gao Yang's bedroom.

There were two maids guarding the door. When they saw Song Yan suddenly appear late at night, the two maids showed no surprise or fear. Instead, they showed a hint of joy, bowed to Song Yan, and then quietly withdrew.

Pushing open the door, Gao Yang, dressed in a light-colored bathrobe, was still leaning against the headboard, holding a collection of books in her hand. Hearing the noise, she subconsciously looked up and saw Song Yan. A look of surprise flashed across her face, followed by a slight blush.

"Your Highness, what brings you to my humble abode?" Gao Yang said as she lifted the covers and got out of bed.

The robe was very thin.

By the light of the oil lamp, one could vaguely see the delicate skin beneath the clothes.

Gao Yang's figure is inherently very alluring.

Especially her buttocks.

white*.

*quite.

Beneath the thin nightgown, the curves of her perfect figure were revealed in every detail.

Song Yan was already prone to anger, and after drinking tiger bone wine, he couldn't withstand such stimulation. He immediately felt a surge of anger rushing to his chest.

Having put down her book, Gao Yang moved gracefully to Song Yan's side, raising her delicate hand as if to massage Song Yan's shoulders.

After all, the prince must be very tired after leading troops on campaign for so long.

Before Gao Yang's fingers could even touch Song Yan, Song Yan's arm had already reached out and wrapped around Gao Yang's waist, pulling her into his arms with a little force.

With her head pressed against Song Yan's chest, Gao Yang could clearly feel Song Yan's frantic heartbeat and the burning heat emanating from his body. Her small hands rested on Song Yan's chest, and her head was slightly raised, revealing eyes filled with a dazed look: "Your Highness, what's wrong...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Yan interrupted her: "Gao Yang, how about becoming my concubine today?"

Upon hearing Song Yan's words, Gao Yang's face flushed instantly—a mixture of shyness and joy. The moisture in her eyes seemed to deepen, and her lips parted slightly.

"Your Highness, I have finally heard these words from you."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan could no longer control himself and lowered his head to kiss Gao Yang's fragrant lips.

A pair of large hands reached inside the bathrobe.

Savoring the delicacy and richness of Gaoyang.

Inside the room, the soft, delicate sounds were like the gentle chirping of a nightingale, melodious and captivating.

When their lips parted.

Both of them were dressed in disheveled clothes.

A rosy glow graced her delicate face, and her breath was as sweet as orchids.

Song Yan gently patted Gao Yang's head. Gao Yang was only slightly taken aback, but then she understood what Song Yan was thinking. Although she felt ashamed, she couldn't help but kneel down in front of Song Yan because he was the person she loved.

Her red lips parted slightly!

……

call.

While Gao Yang's bedroom was filled with warmth and fragrance, the inner quarters of the Prince's mansion were gripped by a biting cold wind.

Before I knew it, dark clouds had obscured the stars and the moon, and the whole world was gloomy and dim. The temperature was even lower than usual.

Perhaps, things are about to change again.

Right there in the back courtyard, a figure silently crossed the high wall and left the palace without being noticed by the many guards.

The long purple dress fluttered in the cold wind.

Her hair, as long as a cloud, fluttered in the wind.

It was purple jade.

At this moment, however, Ziyu's face was gloomy, and her eyes flashed with a cold light. When she reached an alley, Ziyu suddenly stopped and stared intently at the darkness in front of her. Her gaze seemed to be able to see through the darkness and into the filth hidden deep in the alley.

"Come out."

The cold, clear sound spread with the chilly wind.

After a few breaths, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

The woman was about twenty years old, tall and graceful, with an oval face. Her long black hair was tied up with a simple ribbon and hung down to her waist. Her beautiful face had the delicate beauty of the Jiangnan water towns. Those who could contact Ziyu were mostly from the Hehuan Sect. However, this woman did not have the slightest bit of the flirtatious and seductive air of a courtesan. Instead, she made people feel pity at first glance.

That face was beautiful.

Even compared to purple jade, it is in no way inferior.

In a daze, one might even have the illusion that the moon in the sky has hidden behind the clouds precisely because it dares not look at the woman's face.

"It's really quite cold in Pingyang," the woman said in a clear voice, raising her small hand as if to say something. "It looks like it's going to snow again."

“Bright Moon…” Ziyu raised her eyebrows, her voice clear and crisp.

This woman was also named Mingyue.

Once upon a time, she was the most beautiful courtesan in Qunyu Garden.

Of course, although she resides in the Jade Garden, ordinary young men are not qualified to even see her, no matter how much money they spend. Only some truly distinguished guests are qualified to have Mingyue accompany them personally.

Even so, they only talked about tea ceremony, music, chess, calligraphy and painting; it was absolutely impossible to take it any further.

"I'm sorry, that title is rather disrespectful." Ziyu smiled. "Speaking of which, I should call you Saintess now."

That's right, the current Mingyue is the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

The original Holy Maiden was Ziyu, but after Ziyu was forced to follow Song Yan, the Hehuan Sect removed Ziyu from the position, and the Holy Maiden position was left vacant. Of course, this was only on the surface; in reality, the communication between Ziyu and the Hehuan Sect had never been interrupted.

However, the position of saint cannot remain vacant forever.

Mingyue has performed great service again, so the position of Holy Maiden should be considered a reward.

As for Mingyue's contribution, it was also related to Prince Yan, Song Yan. It was Mingyue who informed the higher-ups of the Hehuan Sect about Song Yan's matter, which finally gave the higher-ups of the Hehuan Sect a clue to the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror".

"Sister Ziyu is joking. The position of Saintess is not a good thing." Mingyue's face showed a slight bitterness: "If I could, I would rather still be the courtesan of Qunyu Garden in Songzhou Prefecture, occasionally drinking wine and tea with others, talking about poetry and romance. That would be a happy life."

"If I can find a good match, it would be fine to get married."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have informed the sect about His Highness the Prince of Yan in the first place."

With a sigh, Mingyue said this.

Ziyu's expression softened slightly; she didn't blame Mingyue for this incident.

From Mingyue's perspective, she hadn't done anything wrong. After all, Mingyue was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and when she suddenly had a clue about the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror," which the sect had been investigating for many years, she naturally had to inform the sect. She just never expected that this information would be intercepted by a mole within the Su Nu Pavilion, directly leading to Hua Lianyue's attack on Song Yan… Even more unexpectedly, no one could have imagined that Song Yan would be able to subdue a Grandmaster like Hua Lianyue.

It must be said that the "Hundred Flowers Precious Mirror" is terrifying.

In any case, it's fortunate that no irreparable consequences occurred.

Ziyu narrowed her eyes slightly as she glanced at Mingyue. She could keenly sense that Mingyue's strength had improved considerably in a short period of time, and was now no less than her own.

"That's your business."

"Speak, what exactly does the Hehuan Sect want from you?"

Mingyue pursed her lips: "Sect Master, you must... leave Song Yan."

"Heading to Langya."

"immediately!"

(End of this chapter)