In the afternoon light, two sturdy black oxen slowly pulled an oil-walled carriage along Vermilion Bird Avenue.
Thin bamboo curtains hung over the windows. Strands of clear light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, allowing the bustling sounds of the street to be heard.
A pair of embroidered lotus shoes were neatly placed in front of the couch. Gu Zhuting, wearing only a pair of white socks, was curled up on the couch like a cat. Her delicate body was shrouded in a dress, so only a pair of delicate feet could be seen. Every now and then, those delicate feet would twitch, a reaction caused by Yang Fan's large hands occasionally harassing her.
The two had just become husband and wife and were in the heat of their passion. Gu Zhuting had a shy and sensitive constitution, but she did not dare to defy Yang Fan in the slightest. As a result, Yang Fan especially liked to "bully" her, seeing her shy and afraid, yet still having to submit to his adversity, pitifully.
Even though this was the busiest and most bustling Vermilion Bird Avenue in Chang 'an, the oil-purifying vehicles with their curtains hanging down formed a relatively independent and secret space. Listening to the noise and hawking outside and making her happy, it was really a different kind of fun.
"Don't … don't … Ah Lang …"
Gu Zhuting suddenly let out a delicate cry and shrank back. Her slender body was as taut as a bow, and her perky buttocks formed a round and graceful curve under her light yellow dress. Her soft hands also reached out to grab Yang Fan's large hands and began to plead in a low voice. Her husband's actions were getting more and more excessive. This was a street, and she truly could not hold back her embarrassment.
Yang Fan had always wanted to tease her, not to be so licentious. Now that he had achieved his goal, he couldn't help but laugh and let go of this flying heroine who was always like a pitiful child in front of him. He stretched out his hand and pulled on the purple rope hanging from the carriage wall, pulling the curtain aside a little. The carriage instantly lit up and the hawkers became even clearer.
Yang Fan leaned his back against the carriage wall and let out a long sigh.
Today, he was going to 'visit' Wu Chongxun.
Today, Wei Du and the other Guanlong clans acted as hosts, holding a banquet at Quchi's Hibiscus Restaurant, inviting the Prince of Xiang's Five Sons and Wu Chongxun. Zhang Changzong, Shanghai Wan 'er, as well as the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Justice, the Supreme Court and other officials from the capital who had been sent to Chang' an in advance had all received invitations. At this time, Wu Chongxun was not in the residence, so Yang Fan came.
This time, the patriarchs of the two great clans of Wei and Du had gathered all the influential gentry of Chang 'an and invited the nobles and officials of the capital to a banquet. This was tantamount to the gentry of Chang' an welcoming the emperor's move to the capital and publicly declaring their stance. Wu Chongxun, the Prince of Xiang's Five Sons, Zhang Changzong, Chen Dong, Hu Yuanli, and the others had all gladly attended the banquet. Shanghai Wan'er naturally declined.
Ever since Wan 'er arrived in Chang' an, she rarely interacted with the local officials, gentry, and nobles. However, her reaction was not unexpected because she was a female official. Even though her reputation, status, and even power and influence were no longer limited to the internal court, she was still a sixth-level female official in terms of status. It was very sensitive for officials of the internal court to have close relations with factions outside the palace, especially since she was not at the Son of Heaven's side, so she had to avoid suspicion.
Yang Fan was also not invited because he was a military general. A military general had limited influence in court politics, and the gentry of Chang 'an did not need to wholeheartedly befriend them. Moreover, befriending a military general was just as sensitive as befriending an internal official. It was very easy for rumors to spread, so he was also not invited.
The scenery of the streets flashed by through the gap in the curtain. Yang Fan's thoughts gradually calmed down. He did not know if this trip to Princess Anle's residence would give him the answer he wanted, but he had to try. This matter concerned the safety of his woman and his child, so he had to actively respond. He needed to understand just what Li Guo'er was planning.
Although he had already sent people to secretly monitor Li Guo'er's every move, there were many things that Li Guo'er did not need to personally appear. She only needed to formulate a plan and then order her subordinates to carry it out. Yang Fan could not possibly monitor all the servants of the princess's residence. Once he waited for Princess Anle to personally appear, it would be the time to reveal his true intentions. It was hard to predict whether he would be able to react in time.
A flash of light passed through the gap in the carriage and shone between his brows and the high bridge of his nose. It divided his face into two parts. One part was dark because the walls of the carriage blocked the light. The other part was divided by the bamboo curtain into alternating light and dark, making his appearance seem somewhat mysterious.
Yang Fan gazed in a daze out the window. Nothing he saw in front of him entered his heart. His thoughts were completely immersed in his heart. He was thinking about Anle's plot and searching for a solution. He had to assess the consequences if he failed. He had to estimate the reactions of the various factions and the effect it would have on the future situation.
His identity, Wan 'er's identity, and Zhang Changzong's identity determined that this matter that had started with a personal grudge would not end with a personal success or failure. No matter how this matter was resolved, it would not only affect his family. What kind of position one was in would naturally affect what kind of influence there was.
Only now did he deeply understand why it was said, "The Emperor has no family matters." Right now, he was like an uncrowned king. His every action had far-reaching effects. Pulling one hair could affect the entire situation. It was said, "One movement and one stillness are like the wind and clouds, one joy and one anger are like thunder."
Gu Zhuting rested her head on his lap and stared foolishly at his handsome appearance of deep thought. Her eyes were filled with lingering love. Just now, in order to avoid Yang Fan's sneak attack on her vitals, her body had been bent like a bow and her perky bottom was hanging off the bed. Only now did she quietly shrink back and lay contentedly on his body like a kitten.
Gu Zhuting was very satisfied with everything she had now and treasured everything she had now. Not so long ago, she had been a lowly servant, a cold-blooded killer. She did not want her descendants to repeat her life. She had long predicted her tragic fate, so she vowed not to marry.
But now, she had a man who doted on her and loved her. She had a happy and stable family. Not only could she be a happy little woman, she could also have the right to be a mother. She treasured all of this. Bystanders could not imagine just how satisfied and happy she was at this moment.
Those pampered daughters of noble families would sit in their rooms and lean on the embroidered bed, being meticulously taken care of. They would read legendary novels and be incomparably envious of those female flying heroes and female swordsmen who freely roamed the Jianghu, happily settling debts of gratitude and enmity. But for her, everything she had now was extremely precious.
She especially treasured everything she had now. She knew that everyone in this family was a part of her happiness, so she loved the house and its dog. She was willing to give everything she had for her family. But she also knew that some things could not be solved with simple violence. She was a killer. She was proficient in all kinds of killing techniques and could deal with all kinds of tricks in the Jianghu. But the Imperial Court and the Jianghu were two completely different worlds. In this world, she was as innocent as a newborn baby.
She could not share more of her man's burden. All she could do was not let her man worry about her anymore. She wanted to give him more joy, stay by his side, and protect his safety. She was like a small fish that had finally found a quiet bay. No matter how big the Jianghu was, it had nothing to do with her. Her world was already here.
The ox cart was already moving slowly, but now it was even slower. Because someone was setting up a stage to perform on the long street, many people had gathered around to watch. Sitting in the cart, Yang Fan immediately saw the stage in the middle of the crowd. Coincidentally, he also saw Elder Mo Guan.
Magic tricks were a novelty, so they frequently changed the performance venue to attract more people who had not seen their performance before. This way, they could earn more money. When Yang Fan saw them, he seemed to have thought of something. His brows furrowed into a frown.
Gu Zhuting wanted to stretch out her hand and use her gentle fingertips to iron out the wrinkles between his eyebrows, but she did not dare to. Yang Fan's eyes flashed. He suddenly lowered his head and whispered in her ear. Gu Zhuting listened carefully and nodded slightly from time to time.
The ox cart slowly bypassed the crowd and continued to move forward. When the cart passed by the next square, the curtain was lifted and a strong figure jumped out of the cart. This person was dressed in green. He was tall and had an ordinary appearance. He was a middle-aged man who was about 30 years old. He dusted his robe and wiped the beard on his lips. Then, he elegantly walked towards the crowd of people who were watching the magic trick performance.
Yang Fan watched Gu Zhuting's back disappear into the crowd and gently put down the curtain …
…
The lotus colored chiffon covered the intricately carved bed frame. The chiffon fluttered down like a cloud and the white and naked beauty's curves could be seen at a glance. Du Wentian excitedly held the fragrant buttocks and gritted his teeth as if he had seen an irreconcilable enemy.
The sound of the embroidery bed was endless, but the palace maids had already moved far away and no one could hear the sound that would cause people to have wild and fanciful thoughts. The palace maids had long been suspicious of the unusual interaction between the young master of the Du Family and their princess, but no one dared to say anything.
They were the dowry maids of the princess and they knew very well how the husband of the prince consort was subservient to the princess. Moreover, the master and the mistress were the princess and the prince consort. No matter which side they stood on, they would not have a good ending. The only way to protect themselves was to pretend to be deaf and mute.
Du Wentian was in a frenzy of passion. That kind of extreme pleasure, both psychological and physical, was something that he could not obtain from any other woman. This was because the woman under his crotch was a noble princess. Even if other women were more beautiful than her, it was impossible for them to have her noble status.
However, it was also because of her noble status and beautiful appearance that gave him a feeling of supreme bliss. Thus, when he had an affair with this princess, she was never satisfied. Du Wentian had long been emptied of his body by wine and women. When he had an affair, he either had the heart but lacked the strength or he would hastily finish it. He had already sensed the princess' dissatisfaction.
In the past, no matter how delicious the women he had obtained were, as long as he was satisfied and happy, he did not need to consider the other party's feelings. However, this time, it was not possible, so he could only find another way.
Yesterday, when he heard that Prince Consort Wu was going to attend the banquet at the Qu Chi, Du Wentian immediately made preparations. He had Chen Jia spend a lot of money to buy him a medicine to liven up the mood. Before he came, he even defecated himself in the toilet so that he wouldn't get too excited and end things carelessly. After entering the screen, he had to use his tongue to serve for a long time before he pulled the saddle and mounted the horse.
Now, he had been galloping on the horse for the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, but he was still as vigorous as before. He could not help but feel proud of himself. Li Guo'er's interest was aroused by his unexpected performance, but she always felt that there was still a little bit to go deeper and more substantial, so she could not help but take the initiative to cater to him.
Li Guo'er's perfectly round buttocks followed his movements skillfully and cleverly moved to meet him. Unfortunately, this Great General Du could only ride a Carefree Horse. Li Guo'er only moved slightly to meet him, but he felt his spinal cord go numb and suddenly spasm …
"Don't stop!"
Li Guo'er cried out, but it was too late. Li Guo'er gritted her teeth and angrily straightened her body. She threw Du Wentian, who was lying on her back like a dead dog, onto the couch and scolded, "What a useless piece of trash!"
Li Guo'er resentfully got off the couch, put on a thin gauze, and walked around the screen without looking back. Behind the screen was another room, and there was a corner door decorated with flowers and murals on the wall. Li Guo'er pushed open the corner door and entered a bathroom. The bathtub was filled with hot water, and the water was sprinkled with bright flower petals.
Li Guo'er took off her light robe and dipped it into the water. She angrily shouted, "Servants!"
There was another door outside the bathroom, and two palace maids in short sleeves were already waiting outside. Hearing the sound, they quickly came in and served the Princess as she bathed. Du Wentian dejectedly climbed up, and while secretly cursing the quack doctor for deceiving him, he weakly put on his clothes and walked out from the other door.
Yang Fan's carriage slowly stopped in front of the Du residence. Yang Fan held the invitation card in his hand and walked up the stairs. He grabbed the door knocker and knocked.
The Prince Consort was not in the residence, but Yang Fan was sure that Li Guo'er would definitely know of his arrival. This was because this was the Princess residence and not the Prince Consort's residence. There had always been a Princess residence in the world. Being the Prince Consort meant being a son-in-law. Even if Wu Chongxun had the title of a Jun Wang, it was still the same. The Princess was the royal family.
Wu Chengsi and Wu Sansi had worked hard for more than ten years. They had always wanted the Wu family to become a royal family, but because Wu Zetian hadn't chosen any of the Wu family's nephews as the crown prince, they had never been able to cross this threshold. Because of this, even though Wu Chongxun was a Jun Wang, he was married to An Le, and his residence could only be called the Princess residence.
This was not just a matter of title, it also meant that the owner of this residence was the Princess. The Guanlong family had invited Wu Chongxun to a banquet, but the invitation could not be directly given to Wu Chongxun. Instead, it had to be given to Princess An Le. This was etiquette.
One of the maids serving Li Guo'er as she bathed was kneeling in the courtyard. Her cheeks were red and swollen from being slapped by a fierce-looking mammy. Another maid was kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear and trepidation.
Li Guo'er's anger was ignited, but she could not vent it because Du Wentian was too useless. Her temper inevitably became irritable. At first, she disliked the maid for being too gentle, but when she used a bit more force, she complained that it hurt her skin. She could not help but vent her anger on this unlucky maid.
The housekeeper of the Princess residence walked over with an invitation. When he saw the situation, he knew that the Princess was not in a good mood and could not help but feel nervous. When he was still about ten feet away from her, he stopped and carefully reported, "Princess, General Zhongwu Yang Fan has come to visit the Prince Consort."
"Yang Fan?"
Li Guo'er turned to look at her and muttered to herself in confusion, "Why does he want to see the Prince Consort?"
Li Guo'er thought about it and ordered, "Invite him to the Guest Hall. This Princess will go see him immediately!"
The housekeeper agreed and quickly slipped away. Li Guo'er looked at the Little Palace Maid with swollen cheeks and bleeding from the corner of her mouth. She said fiercely, "Continue to hit her, teach her a lesson!" She then shook her sleeve and shouted, "Servants, help this Princess change my clothes!"
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