Chapter 366 – The Winds of the Capital (Twenty-Three)
Wu Ma Jun wasn’t pretending to be a gentleman; he directly dragged the person to the bath barrel, swallowing up those cries and protests amid Hui Jun’s exclamations.
That night, he truly discovered the marvelous taste of yin-yang harmony, his very soul trembling.
It was as if he had boundless energy, tossing Hui Jun around repeatedly, leaving him insatiable, yearning to die right there on top of her.
Only when dawn broke did he reluctantly hold the weary woman, kissing her gently, lamenting how fleeting the beautiful night had been.
Hui Jun lay in his embrace like a puddle of water, her expression showing fatigue, yet her body wasn’t that tired—she felt quite refreshed, actually.
At that moment, she finally understood why her Young Master claimed he could turn her into a “nation-destroying seductress.”
Though she was a nightingale, she had been as innocent as a maiden last night, fooling even battle-hardened Wu Ma Jun.
What should have disgusted her—matters between men and women—after the clouds parted and the rain ceased, only left her feeling invigorated, as if she had received a great tonic.
“Last night should have been a beautiful evening for you and the Prince’s Consort… but instead, you were fooling around with me like this. If the Prince’s Consort finds out…”
Hui Jun frowned anxiously, her eyes seemingly holding a torrent of unsaid words.
Wu Ma Jun replied, “No need to worry; it’s only right for you to serve me. If she’s jealous, then she’s just narrow-minded.”
Hui Jun remained troubled but obediently nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Wu Ma Jun felt another spark of wickedness ignite within him, his hands unable to resist igniting more fires.
Previously, he thought An Yina was amazing, skillful in all kinds of ways to make him feel celestial, and their intimate encounters bold and spirited, perfectly in sync. Now, comparing the Princess An to this breathtaking beauty before him, she seemed like a broken bag on the ground, leaking from all sides. The thrill he’d once found in her faded into nausea, while Hui Jun ignited his restlessness with merely her presence.
If she would just slightly yield and cooperate with him, with a single soft whisper, he would feel like a celestial being.
As expected, the two of them couldn’t resist getting into mischief again.
By the time the sun was high, Liu Huan awoke from her sweet dreams, only to find the space beside her cold.
Propelling her exhausted body up, she eagerly asked, “Where is the Young Master?”
The expressions of her maidservants were grim as they kneeled, not daring to speak, and a sense of foreboding washed over Liu Huan.
When she received the news that Wu Ma Jun had given the largest courtyard outside their main residence to Hui Jun, her face turned ashen, nearly twisting in agony. Her freshly grown nails were broken again as she angrily overturned the table beside her, causing a loud crash.
The celebratory feast was still laid out, and instead of snuggling with his bride on their wedding night, the groom was off fooling around with a stunning beauty.
Although Wu Ma Jun had imposed a silence decree, the inner courtyard was not like other places—orders weren’t enough to put a stop to things.
Within three days, the news of Wu Ma Jun’s favoritism towards Hui Jun had quietly spread, and Hui Jun’s beauty was gossiped about by the tongue-waggers everywhere.
Jiang Pengji received the first-hand information and couldn’t help but admire Hui Jun’s bold tactics that turned the tides so swiftly.
On her very first day of marriage, she had captured Wu Ma Jun’s heart—her efficiency was off the charts.
However, upon hearing this news, the audience in the live stream wailed in despair.
[Old Driver Alliance]: A beautiful, tender cabbage has been ravaged by a pig.
[Stowaway Non-Money]: My goddess has been defiled by a pig, I’m crying!
[Earphone Static]: Damn, it’s still a breeding boar. I feel so sorry for my darling!
[Intricate Security Lock]: Although I knew this day would come, my heart is still heavy. My goddess Hui Jun has been ruined by that big, middle-sized pig… Host, I’m starting to hate you. My heart aches for my goddess Hui Jun…
There were heartbroken cries, wails of lost love, and grievances against Jiang Pengji, all kinds of anguish visible in the bullet comments.
Jiang Pengji merely offered a perfunctory reassurance, which inadvertently made the audience even more excited.
Wu Ma Jun had already fallen into a trap; would that gluttonous Emperor be far behind?
From what Jiang Pengji knew, this Emperor was outrageous and carefree, not only gathering beauties for his harem but also coveting the wives and concubines of the ministers, snatching them away was not an uncommon occurrence. Each time he went to a minister’s home for a “short visit,” he would sit a while and end up sleeping with the host’s wives.
After the wedding, there was a return ceremony; due to Liu Zhi’s absence, it was mostly a formality.
At first, Wu Ma Jun was terrified, worried that he would offend Liu Huan, which might displease Jiang Pengji. However, as time passed without any reaction from Jiang Pengji, he let his friends probe the situation and received reassuring news that eased his mind.
A married daughter is like spilled water, especially since Liu Huan was merely Liu Xi’s illegitimate sister.
The couple’s matters should be discussed behind closed doors; no matter how wide her brother’s oversight, he couldn’t intrude on his brother-in-law’s private business.
With this reassurance, Wu Ma Jun outwardly treated Liu Huan with respect but, behind closed doors, he was entangled with Hui Jun, lost in bliss.
Hui Jun gradually revealed her strong personality, and Wu Ma Jun felt nearly drowned in her charms, loving every bit of her, including her assertiveness. During their intimate moments, he found himself utterly enamored with her strength…
This was how a submissive man was cultivated.
In the midst of overwhelming affection, while Hui Jun was not the Fourth Prince’s Consort, her life was far more enjoyable and richly adorned than Liu Huan’s.
She seemed like a prized flower, carefully tended, growing more beautiful and vibrant by the day, casting Liu Huan’s jealousy into stark contrast.
In just over half a month, she had utterly captivated Wu Ma Jun and firmly established her presence in the Fourth Prince’s manor.
Liu Huan was powerless against this, her jealousy deepening by the day.
She wanted to deal with Hui Jun, but that woman was as slippery as an eel, with Wu Ma Jun protecting her. The rightful Fourth Prince’s Consort found herself resembling an unashamed concubine… this thought made her so furious her stomach hurt.
“If I can’t deal with her, why should I just let this vixen run rampant over me?”
Liu Huan fumed while twisting her napkin; other than the wedding night, Wu Ma Jun never stayed in her chamber.
As a Prince’s Consort, she had no reason to prevent Wu Ma Jun from chasing pleasure and ensuring heirs.
Yet, allowing her husband to frolic with another woman, especially one of lower status, was something she could not swallow.
Liu Huan cursed inwardly, “If only… I could rid myself of this woman properly…”
But what reason could she use to get rid of her and leave Wu Ma Jun with no arguments?
This thought consumed her mind, robbing her of sleep night after night.
Until one day, summoned to the palace to meet the Empress, she caught sight of the delicate maidservants, and an evil plan blossomed in her mind.
In Dongqing, who held more power than the Emperor?
As long as she could secretly arrange a liaison between Hui Jun and the Emperor, so that Hui Jun lost her virtue, how could Hui Jun still have the face to cling to her husband?
Even Jiang Pengji didn’t know that the opportunity Hui Jun had long awaited was forcefully delivered to her by Liu Huan herself.
After Wu Ma Jun and Liu Huan’s wedding, Jiang Pengji stayed in the capital for more than half a month, preparing to pack up and leave, only to receive a summons from the Shangyang Palace. This was also Jiang Pengji’s first close encounter with the era’s supreme ruler – the Emperor of Dongqing.
Facing the unexpected summons, Xu Ke’s expression changed dramatically.
Jiang Pengji merely let out a cold laugh, “Looks like I’m not leaving just yet.”
