Chapter 1237
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In one second, he remembered.
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Murong Ling lifted his head, only to see Lu Yeming's handsome face growing larger in his vision.
Lu Yeming came over, his tall figure shielding Jun Xiqing behind him.
Murong Ling's devilishly handsome face broke into a smile. "West Duke, you're so petty. Men are like limbs and women are like clothes. Let me take a look!"
With that, Murong Ling stretched out his left hand, going past Lu Yeming to grab Jun Xiqing.
Lu Yeming's movements were even faster. He wrapped one arm around Jun Xiqing's slender waist and pulled her into his arms. His other hand struck Murong Ling's chest with a cold gust of wind.
Murong Ling retreated a few steps.
"Third Prince." The Imperial Guards all ran over.
"I'm fine. Leave." Murong Ling waved his men away. "West Duke, you've won again!"
Lu Yeming glanced at Murong Ling impassively.
At this moment, Jun Xiqing reached out and pushed Xian Chen out of his arms. She took two steps back.
Lu Yeming glanced at her.
"Miss Jun must be tired. Someone, bring Miss Jun to rest," Murong Ling ordered.
"Miss Jun, this way please."
…
Under the guidance of a maid, Jun Xiqing entered the palace, passing through the main hall and heading towards a luxurious room.
She slowly stopped in the main hall.
Jun Xiqing lifted her head, looking at the carving on the wall — -Dragon totem.
She had seen this dragon totem before.
It was on Lu Yeming's back.
The dragon totem on his back was exactly the same as the one on the Palace of the Nine Heavens!
"Miss Jun, what are you looking at?" the maid asked.
Jun Xiqing's heart raced. She felt that she had discovered another secret.
She had so many questions in her heart.
This secret could unravel all the questions in her heart.
"Why is there a dragon totem here?"
"Miss Jun, the Murong family has been emperors for generations. It's said that every emperor is born with a dragon totem. This is a symbol of their supreme bloodline and absolute power."
Jun Xiqing's pupils contracted. So … it was true …
Lu Yeming really wasn't Lu Jinwen and Lin Xuanji's son!
He was the son of the emperor of Country A!
He was the descendant of the dragon!
Did he know that?
When he was 18, he suddenly brought Madam Xuanji to Country A. Did he already know that this was his territory?
What did he and Lu Jinwen discuss in secret?
What kind of trap had they set up?
Did Madam Xuanji know?
Did Madam Xuanji know that her and Lu Jinwen's son had died the moment he was born?
Jun Xiqing quickly closed her eyes. One mystery had been solved, but she had many more questions.
The biggest question was, why didn't he acknowledge his ancestors?
Was it … for Sister Mo 'er?
Jun Xiqing opened her eyes and looked at the maid. "Is Third Prince the son of Emperor Murong?"
The maid wanted to say something but she saw someone. It was Murong Ling.
"Third Prince."
Murong Ling waved his hand. "You may leave."
"Yes."
The maid left and Murong Ling walked forward to stand beside Jun Xiqing. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the dragon totem in the main hall. "My father is the Emperor's biological younger brother, so I'm the Emperor's nephew.
"The Murong Family has only one son, the Crown Prince of Country A. However, the Crown Prince suddenly disappeared 24 years ago, and the royal family lost their only bloodline. My Uncle the Emperor fell ill and was bedridden, so for the past few years, the nobles and kings of Country A have been fighting each other for territory, destroying many countries and families during the chaotic era."
Jun Xiqing was touched. Yes, how many homes had been destroyed during the war?
Country A needed to be unified.
But who could unify it?
Of course it was the son of the dragon totem, the Crown Prince of Country A.
But it was a pity that this person had become famous at the age of 18, taking only three years to become the West Duke. In just a few years, he had become so powerful that he could summon clouds and rain with a flip of his hand.
But he suddenly stopped in his tracks. For the sake of Sister Mo 'er's illness.
He was only one step away from entering the Palace and unifying Country A.
However, how could all the living beings in the world compare to even one-thousandth of his beloved one in the glorious path of imperial power?
"Miss Jun, what's your relationship with the West Duke?" At this moment, Murong Ling suddenly changed the topic.
"…"
Jun Xiqing ignored him and walked away.
"Miss Jun, looking at the way you're walking, you've already slept with a man. Not long ago, was it last night?
"Is this man West Duke?"
Miss Jun, you're really … amazing. Hurry up and tell me, how did you do it? How did you take the West Duke's virginity?
"How was it? How did this little virgin feel? Did he have any techniques in bed?"
"…"
Murong Ling continued to ramble on behind her. Jun Xiqing was speechless.
"Miss Jun!" At this moment, Murong Ling suddenly grasped her slender wrist.
Jun Xiqing was forced to stop in her tracks. She turned back to look at him. "Third Prince, what's the matter?"
Murong Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled devilishly. "I want to make you mine. What do you think?"
Jun Xiqing raised her brows. "What kind of mine?"
"You slept with the West Duke and now you want to sleep with me. You've slept with two of the most handsome men in Country A. You're practically going to be awarded a lifetime achievement award."
"…"
Crazy!
Jun Xiqing looked at Murong Ling as if she was looking at an idiot, then forcefully retracted her slender wrist.
She turned around.
The next second, her long lashes fluttered. There was a tall figure standing in front of her. Lu Yeming.
Lu Yeming's deep almond-shaped eyes landed on her face without batting an eyelid. His gaze slowly swept down to her wrist that Murong Ling had just grasped.
Another crazy person!
Jun Xiqing pushed open the door and entered the room.
…
In the luxurious room.
Jun Xiqing raised her hand and took off the white cloak she was wearing.
At this moment, the door creaked open and Lu Yeming walked in.
Jun Xiqing instantly furrowed her brows. "Get out!"
Lu Yeming closed the room door and stood tall by the door. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he raised the other hand and casually unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing his exquisite collarbone.
He gently lifted his handsome face to look at her. The corners of his lips kicked up. "Go wash up."
"What?" Jun Xiqing didn't understand.
Lu Yeming lowered his eyes and his gaze landed on her slender wrist. "Where did Murong Ling touch you just now? Go wash up yourself."
"…"
Jun Xiqing almost burst out laughing. This Murong Ling was his brother, wasn't he? Did he inherit this mental illness?
She lifted her feet and walked in front of him, raising her head to look at him and smiling. "Lu Yeming, I'll f * ck you!"
Lu Yeming raised his head and licked his sexy lips. He was a dignified man, but when he suddenly licked his lips like this, it was indescribably seductive.
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