Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

It was probably when Wan Hua first came to help the Fifth Prince make peace that she begged him to go easy on the Fifth Prince and not to retaliate so harshly. As a result, Chu Mingkong pulled out a Guan Dao (a type of halberd) to scare her.

After thinking it over, this is probably the only thing worth mentioning.

However, compared to what the Fifth Prince did later, this incident is nothing compared to what he did later, and it would be pointless to bring it up again now.

Given the current situation, we need to buy him some time to think it over...

The night was warm and the moon and stars were few. Master Yun seemed to still be sitting by the lake, pondering something.

The idea that had just sprouted in Chu Mingkong's mind, "Why not take her for a walk at night and drag her along for a while?", was immediately shattered into pieces, like ice shards scattered on the ground. His plan had failed, and he sighed inwardly.

"How about we go back to our tents and sit down? Standing here like this looks like we're about to start a fight."

Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua did not make things difficult for this proposal.

"also."

"I'm fine~"

Xiao Zhi's tone carried a hint of undisguised joy, which sounded slightly grating to Wan Hua's ears. It was almost as if he was about to add insult to injury by saying, "Ming Kong needs to think things through before he can say anything to you."

Chu Mingkong felt even greater pressure, no less than when his master's large, fleshy buttocks were pressing against his chest.

The accommodations in the camp were not much worse than those in Qingxin Mansion. Apart from the fact that the interior decoration was a bit difficult to achieve, the bedding and beds were all provided and were of the highest quality.

He slowed his pace. The Moon River Goddess could deduce all sorts of future changes, while Chu Mingkong was currently deducing various statements to stabilize Wan Hua.

With each step I took, several phrases flashed through my mind, and numerous past scenes surfaced, as I tried to decipher the "mother's code," such as "I loved," "No regrets," and "Rong'er, save me"...

Although he himself had to admit that much of it was nonsense, at least his brain was indeed working faster than usual.

As the short distance to the bed came to an end, Chu Mingkong sat on the soft, fragrant couch, his heart beginning to pound with unease.

Having failed to find an opportunity to speak by bringing up old grievances, the only option left was to try to consider things from Wan Hua's mother's perspective: why the two of them were no longer working together and were each considering running away to work independently.

“Wan Hua’s mother has a hard life. I don’t think Wan Hua’s mother is the kind of person who covets fame. But in reality, no matter how many political documents Wan Hua’s mother helps to handle, the credit always goes to Zhi’er’s mother.”

Even if he hasn't done anything particularly meritorious, he has certainly put in a lot of effort. Moreover, Xiling has been peaceful and quiet these past few days, occasionally wanting a little time for himself, wanting to live for himself for a while, and wanting to spend some time alone with me to chat. I feel it's only right that he does!

After speaking, Chu Mingkong looked at Wan Hua's mother with trepidation, feeling the torment of waiting for the results, while Wan Hua remained silent.

"..."

She did not respond to Chu Mingkong immediately...

To be honest, Wan Hua didn't actually harbor much resentment. He didn't feel that all the credit went to Xiao Zhi, and that he had only done the work without receiving any attention, or that he felt unbalanced.

The reason is simple: Wan Hua doesn't feel that handling memorials with Xiao Zhi is sacrificing for Xiao Zhi, and he estimates that Xiao Zhi wouldn't find it tiring.

Although Xiao Zhi is currently the highest authority in name, Xiling is ultimately Chu Mingkong's final destination. They are all working hard to handle those trivial matters so that he can have a place to stay when he returns.

Xiao Zhi probably thinks the same way, otherwise no one would want to stay in the City Lord's Pavilion all day long, it would be so boring. She could leave everything to the elders of Tianya Tower to handle, and she could have a much easier time.

Wan Hua wanted to steal Chu Mingkong's thunder and play alone with him; that was all he wanted to do.

However, Wan Hua was still pleased that Chu Mingkong was speaking up for her. In fact, after hearing him say that, Wan Hua seriously considered whether she should feel wronged, otherwise it would be a waste of her son's concern.

"So what does Mingkong plan to do?"

"Yes, what should I do... I don't know what to do either. I wanted to take some time to spend alone with both of you, but I can't decide which to do first. I'm afraid it will cause you to have disagreements. I'm in a dilemma!"

Chu Mingkong returned the ball, determined not to answer such a multiple-choice question!

For him, questions that don't allow multiple choices are all somewhat fatal. It's crucial to constantly display his greed and emphasize his "I want it all" mentality!

"What should we do, Zhi'er? Mingkong is in a dilemma." Xiao Zhi continued to pass the buck, putting the problem back to Xiao Zhi.

Even if Xiao Zhi were stupid, she wouldn't answer such a question. In this situation, the first move is always a loss, making it seem like she's the villain deliberately making things difficult.

"Mingkong, what do you think we should do?" Xiao Zhi asked her son.

The question, as it was passed around, eventually returned to Chu Mingkong.

He turned to look at Wan Hua's mother, wanting to let this vicious cycle continue, but knowing he couldn't, he let out a sigh and collapsed onto the bed, lying there helplessly like a salted fish.

Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua, two beautiful and noble women, lay on either side of him, waiting for his answer.

Chu Mingkong put his arm around the shoulders of the two beautiful women and tentatively asked:

"How about this, let's try to have a competition and see who's better. Whoever wins gets to go first next time. What do you suggest we compete in?"

“Okay, let’s start by having a contest of mutual encouragement!” Xiao Zhi suggested, puffing out her chest as she spoke.

The elegant and noble Queen Consort of Chu wore a strapless palace dress tonight that accentuated her figure. The magnificent peony at the bodice was stretched taut and heavy, an effect that could only be achieved with a substantial and ample bust. The flowing, wide dress could not conceal the fair and rounded shape of her jade-like legs, and from the slit in the skirt, her pert and plump breasts were faintly visible.

The softness of her magnificent breasts merely brushed against Chu Mingkong, instantly making him feel refreshed and his breathing hot and disordered.

Although Wan Hua also possesses a magnanimous spirit, this one contest alone is enough to declare the victory of Princess Xiao Zhi of Chu.

“Alright, then let’s have a contest of lotus meditation and waist swaying again~” Wan Hua glanced at Xiao Zhi provocatively, her delicate body slid like a snake, her soft and boneless waist rubbing against his chest, and finally she held his head in her arms.

Xiao Zhi and Chu Mingkong had been intimate several times. She wasn't a dull woman who didn't know how to sway her hips. However, everyone has their own expertise, and waist movements were a real skill. If Wan Hua wanted to find an enemy in this area, then they would have to invite Feng Ying over.

If you compare them like that, you'll never reach a conclusion in the end!

Xiao Zhi was a voluptuous and graceful beauty, her alluring and noble air surpassing a thousand words. Wan Hua, on the other hand, was a stunningly beautiful dancer with a boneless body and a slender, graceful figure. With a gentle embrace from her, one could feel her entire body tightly wrapped around and embracing them.

Women with distinct charm compete with each other, each using their own strengths; it's impossible to determine a winner.

But if you ask them to give up their advantages, they refuse. Why would they compete with their own weaknesses?

Chu Mingkong skillfully mediated the situation and finally found a direction that was acceptable to both sides.

He hooked his right arm around Xiao Zhi's plump, round buttocks and held Wan Hua's slender waist with his left hand, pulling the two of them obediently back into his arms, temporarily preventing them from acting freely.

"How about we compare ourselves to some neutral parties and see who is willing to endure longer?"

The two stunningly beautiful mothers, neither willing to concede to the other, exchanged a reproachful glance and gave each other a soft snort, eager to hear how this contest would unfold.

"How can you endure this longer?" Xiao Zhi asked, nestled softly in Chu Mingkong's arms, her plump and beautiful breasts pressed tightly against him, deformed and flattened by the pressure, so soft it was breathtaking.

Xiao Zhi asked Wan Hua the question he wanted to ask, and Wan Hua remained silent, simply staring at Chu Mingkong and waiting for an explanation.

"I'll control both of your bodies, not giving you any room to move or any chance to exert force secretly. I'll control the strength, and we'll see who can stay conscious the longer. The one who can stay conscious the longest wins. Next time, I'll spend some time alone with whoever wants to relax and chat. How about that?"

Wan Hua thought about it for a moment and was about to ask Ming Kong if his condition would be affected by the first opponent, as he had been exhausted by the first one, and if his own endurance would be shorter. However, he dismissed this thought as soon as it appeared in his mind, thinking it was just overthinking.

He can be ruthless and do whatever he wants to both of them, so worrying about his condition is pointless.

"I'm fine with it," Wan Hua nodded.

“Me too!” Xiao Zhi confirmed that this contest was not about where either side had a clear advantage or disadvantage, so they decided to compete.

Out of consideration for fairness and impartiality, Chu Mingkong dressed all the noble ladies in the same clothes: a sleeveless, high-slit cheongsam embroidered with phoenixes.

Wearing this cheongsam, Zhi'er's plump and full breasts were tightly wrapped, making them appear even rounder and more perky. The tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated Wanhua's waistline to the fullest. With a gentle step, her slender waist swayed gracefully, exuding a silent allure that was breathtakingly beautiful.

At the high slit, two long, slender, snow-white legs accentuated the lace pattern of the flesh-colored stockings, exuding elegance, grace, and charm.

A white curtain hung down from the embroidered couch, resembling a once-transparent wall. Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua bent over, their hands supporting themselves on the soft couch, their upper bodies on one side of the "wall," their eyes meeting each other with defiant and rebellious gazes.

Their lower bodies were on the other side of the "wall," and they couldn't see what was behind them, only vaguely seeing Chu Mingkong standing there.

The order of appearance, determined by flipping a coin, was determined by Xiao Zhi, who was the first to challenge the time limit.

Her delicate eyebrows suddenly twitched. Seeing this, Wan Hua chuckled and said, "Zhi'er, if you can't hold on, don't force yourself. It's better to give up sooner rather than later."

"Hmph... Just you wait, I'll hold out for a while, until you can only look on in envy and give up!"

Chapter Twelve: So it's all for nothing.

The night sky is like a river, calm and still. The closer to dawn, the more still it becomes, and even the sounds of wind and falling snow are hidden in the depths of the sky.

Inside the tent, the "white wall" curtain had been taken down at some point, or perhaps it hadn't been taken down, but rather someone had found it in the way and torn it aside.

After Xiao Zhi and Wan Hua finished their contest, they returned to their positions, one on each side of Chu Mingkong, their four jade-like white legs intertwined on his body. If either of them moved their legs even slightly, Chu Mingkong would feel as if a fragrant and smooth beautiful snake was coiling around him.

The cheongsams that had been prepared for them were now indistinguishable from one another, crumpled up and tossed at the foot of the bed, with only the undergarments still hanging on the two mature and beautiful young women.

"I guess I won?" Wan Hua chuckled smugly, lightly tapping the heavy brocade bodice.

"You cheated! You broke the rules when you saw I was about to overtake you. How can you say you won?" Xiao Zhi pursed her lips angrily and retaliated against her sister Wan Hua by gently shoving her.

"How can it be considered breaking the rules? The rules only say that you can't bother Mingkong. Besides, I just blew on you and nibbled at you a couple of times, just like Mingkong used to do when he was a baby. You immediately started whimpering and couldn't take it anymore. Whose fault is that?"

After saying that, Wan Hua leaned closer to Xiao Zhi and breathed on her neck. After a night of torrential and continuous spring rain, the two graceful women's faces were indescribably rosy and charming.

Although her delicate body was tired from all the hard work, she was full of energy and spirit, and her eyes were charming and graceful.

In this night's contest, Chu Mingkong's two baby mothers fought a full best-of-three (BO3).

In the first round, Xiao Zhi went first and persevered for a long time, but she also exhausted herself. Seeing this, Wan Hua adopted the strategy of "Tian Ji's horse racing" and simply gave up without resistance or patience. She conceded defeat soon after, conserving her strength and easily winning the second round. Because she finished the first round too quickly, she didn't even give Xiao Zhi enough time to catch her breath and recover.

This advantage continued into the third round. With her superior strength, Wan Hua could have won this round without any problem. However, seeing her younger sister Xiao Zhi trying her best to endure and remain focused, she found it quite endearing and teased her, which caused Xiao Zhi to break her composure.

This led to the current situation, which has put Chu Mingkong in a difficult position once again.

Actually, it's hard to say that Wan Hua's mother violated any rules. She had already immobilized both of them, preventing them from moving below the neck. During the first two rounds, they had also engaged in verbal sparring to distract each other.

So in that final round, Wan Hua didn't really commit a foul, but strictly speaking, she did bite Xiao Zhi, which definitely had an impact.

Will he be asked to judge again? This was supposed to be a contest to end the dispute, but a new dispute has arisen during the contest. This is really like a nested doll.

Fortunately, Chu Mingkong didn't detect any hostility in their eyes or attitudes, which meant that their mood wasn't affected much, and in fact, it had improved considerably because of their interaction the night before.

"Zhi'er, you went too far in the first round. Even if I didn't tease you, you would still lose in the end. Don't believe me? Ask Mingkong." Wan Hua quietly parted Xiao Zhi's plump legs and used the bend of her knee to clamp Mingkong's exceptionally strong thigh.

"Mingkong, how do you think this should be settled? She reneged at the last minute; we can't just pretend nothing happened, can we?"

"Aren't you just making things difficult for me..." Chu Mingkong hugged the two of them tightly with a bitter expression, thinking about whether he should find an excuse to say that he wanted to rest, and then pretend to be dead. "Zhi'er baby, don't worry about these things. At least you are more engaged and have more fun than Wan Hua baby."

The subtext of this statement is that they have no intention of reversing the outcome of this final sentence.

Xiao Zhi felt helpless and reluctant, but it wasn't too hard to accept. Although Wan Hua had won by using a little trick, he must have sacrificed some of his experience in intimacy that night in order to take advantage of the situation, while she herself had truly enjoyed three full rounds.

After resting, she can also have a private rendezvous with Mingkong, which is not much worse than Wanhua's situation, except that she has one less priority.

Wan Hua, on the other hand, was able to let go easily. He enjoyed himself to the fullest that night, and even managed to give Xiao Zhi a hard time in the end. Having had his fill of fun, he also lessened his focus on that priority.

"Alright, Mingkong, although I won by winning two rounds, I'll still let Zhi'er have the priority. This woman seems very magnanimous, but she's actually quite petty. I'm afraid she'll hold a grudge and won't be able to sleep afterward, so I'll let her have it."

Xiao Zhi pinched her older sister Wan Hua, and they playfully teased each other, laughing and scolding:

"No! I don't care about your charity. You'd think I'm stingy. At least it was comfortable when Mingkong came over. Unlike some people who pretend to be generous, but in reality, they're just trying to compete fairly. They're full of scheming and calculation. It gives me goosebumps."