Call of the Heroes of Chaos in Another World

Chapter 2670 The Virtuous Consort's Eldest Grandson Entrusted with a Heavy Responsibility (Part

Chapter 2670 The Virtuous Consort's Eldest Grandson Entrusted with a Heavy Responsibility (Part 1)

As the officials left one after another, the palace doors closed gently behind them, shutting out the solemnity and tension of the meeting.

Wang Yu stood under the corridor, took a deep breath, and the late spring breeze, carrying the fragrance of crabapple blossoms, blew away the gloom that had accumulated in the hall all day.

He stretched his stiff shoulders and looked up at the crabapple tree in the courtyard, which was in full bloom. The pink and white petals shimmered softly in the afterglow of the setting sun, and several birds hopped and chirped on the branches.

Throughout the entire day, from the morning court session to the afternoon and then to the evening, he, along with Guan Zhong, Gao Jiong, Yao Guangxiao, and others, repeatedly analyzed the situation on the western and northern fronts.

Da Wu, Da Shuo, Tuoba Gui, Wu Bing'er... these names had been swirling in my mind all day, but now I could finally put them aside for the time being.

"Your Majesty," the chief eunuch Zhao Gao bowed and leaned closer, his voice extremely low, "it's getting late, you see..."

Wang Yu withdrew his gaze without turning around: "Prepare the carriage for Consort Xian's residence."

"promise."

The imperial carriage was quickly prepared, and Wang Yu boarded it, leaned back on the soft cushions, and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhao Gao followed beside the carriage, silently waved his hand, and the group headed towards the east side of the inner court.

As dusk deepened, lanterns stood every few feet along the palace path, casting a hazy, warm glow on the bluestone pavement. The wind carried the fragrance of flowers, and the faint sounds of string and wind instruments drifted from afar. Which palace was rehearsing a new piece?

Wang Yu was too lazy to think about it. He just felt that the sounds mixed together gradually relaxed his nerves, which had been tense all day.

The carriage stopped in front of Consort Xian's palace. The palace maids outside the palace gate were already kneeling on the ground, but Consort Xian was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, about to speak, when a figure in light green stepped out of the hall to greet him. Changsun Wugou had obviously come out running, the pearl flowers in her hair trembling slightly, and her cheeks flushed slightly from her quick steps.

She walked to the front of the carriage, curtsied, and bowed, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Your Majesty, I respectfully welcome you."

Wang Yu reached out and helped her up, taking her hand in his. Her hands were slender and soft, but her fingertips were slightly cool, indicating that she had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

"It's getting windy, why don't you put on a coat?" Wang Yu asked with concern.

Empress Zhangsun looked up at him, a gentle smile curving her lips. "I was doing needlework by the window when I saw Your Majesty's carriage approaching, and I forgot for a moment."

Wang Yu shook his head, said nothing more, and took her hand as they walked into the hall.

The furnishings inside the hall were as they always had been, simple yet warm. On a small table beside the couch was a plate of freshly made peach blossom cakes, still steaming slightly.

A half-finished nightgown was draped on the embroidery frame by the window. It was made of dark material, and the neckline was already embroidered with several auspicious cloud patterns.

Wang Yu glanced at it and recognized that the size was his own.

"Didn't I say that these matters should be handled by the Imperial Wardrobe?"

Empress Zhangsun took off his outer robe and said softly, "How could the robe made by the Imperial Wardrobe be the same as the one made by me?"

Wang Yu didn't speak, he just looked at her. The candlelight flickered, casting her profile on the screen, as soft as a painting.

Wang Yu suddenly reached out and pulled Changsun Wugou into his arms. The teacup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Changsun Wugou let out a soft cry, but before she could say anything, he had already picked her up and carried her to the bedside.

"Your Majesty..." Empress Zhangsun's voice carried a hint of coquettishness and shyness, "Have some snacks first..."

"I won't eat." Wang Yu's voice came from the top of her head, deep and hoarse, "Right now, I only want to eat you, to eat my beloved concubine."

The curtains were drawn, and the candlelight flickered in the wind before gradually dimming.

At first, she was quite restrained, after all, Empress Zhangsun knew that His Majesty would have to deal with state affairs the next day, and she felt sorry for him, so she tried her best to be gentle.

But gradually, she noticed that His Majesty was different today. His hands lingered on her body longer, his kisses were more forceful, and the desire in his eyes was almost undisguised. Empress Zhangsun remembered that His Majesty was about to go on a campaign and understood. So she no longer held back, actively responding and trying her best to accept it.

Even so, in the latter half of the night, she finally succumbed to the onslaught and collapsed onto the bed, her body feeling as if it had fallen apart, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

"Your Majesty... I really..." Empress Zhangsun gasped, her voice as soft as spring water, her forehead covered in fine sweat, her hair disheveled, and her face still flushed from the pleasure.

Wang Yu lay on top of her, his chest heaving, sweat trickling down his back and dripping onto her collarbone. Looking at her reddened eyes and disheveled hair, Wang Yu felt both pity and a touch of dissatisfaction.

Wang Yu raised his head, his gaze falling on the two figures standing at the corner of the hall: Yin Luoxia and Ji Mo Huaxue.

Both women were female guards serving the emperor, responsible for his personal protection. At this moment, they stood with their heads bowed and their cheeks slightly flushed, clearly aware of the commotion in the hall.

The candlelight illuminated their faces, revealing two beautiful features. They were about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with both feminine grace and the heroic spirit of martial artists in their eyes and brows.

"Come here," Wang Yu said in a low voice.

It was a tone of voice accustomed to giving orders, making it impossible for anyone to have the thought of disobeying.

The two women exchanged a glance, a hint of hesitation flashing in their eyes. Although they were female guards, they had never served the emperor in bed, nor had they ever imagined such a day would come, nor had they ever made such preparations.

But the emperor's orders were never to be disobeyed. A moment later, the two men walked to the bedside one after the other and knelt down.

“Raise your head.”

The two women did as he instructed, but their eyes were lowered, and they dared not meet his gaze.

Wang Yu scrutinized them. Yin Luoxia had a beautiful face and a gentle demeanor typical of women from the South, but her eyes were sharp and bright, possessing the unique brilliance of someone who practiced martial arts.

His gaze then shifted to Ji Mo Hua Xue, whose gentle demeanor now possessed a more mature charm. At this moment, her eyelids were lowered, her eyelashes trembling slightly, yet she stubbornly refused to avoid the emperor's gaze.

The thought that both of them were masters at the Grandmaster level flashed through Wang Yu's mind.

Women at the Grandmaster level are rare enough, let alone these two women who, although already twenty-seven or twenty-eight, are still virgins.

This would be unthinkable for ordinary women, but it is relatively commonplace for martial arts masters.

With the expedition imminent, the journey will last at least several months, and if things don't go smoothly, it could very well take more than a year.

The benefits of dual cultivation in the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic to one's cultivation level are self-evident, if one can practice with a virgin of such a master level.

"Take it off." Wang Yu uttered only this one word.

But this word is simple, direct, and beyond question.

Yin Luoxia's fingers trembled slightly. She knelt there, head down, her expression unreadable. Only her shoulders could be seen to tense slightly and then slowly relax.

A moment later, she raised her hand and began to untie her belt.

Ji Mo Hua Xue remained silent, making the same gesture.

The peach-colored outfit fell to the ground, followed by the inner garment, and finally the close-fitting undergarment. The flickering candlelight illuminated two voluptuous yet toned bodies.

That's the physique of someone who has practiced martial arts for many years; their muscles are smooth and powerful, their skin is firm and smooth, and there isn't an ounce of excess fat.

The curves of her chest were just right, the waistline was smooth and graceful, her abdomen was flat, and her legs were long and powerful. Every part of her exuded a combination of strength and beauty.

The candlelight cast dappled shadows on them, making their bodies appear as smooth and flawless as jade.