150: Emperor Yan lost his virginity

Mu Xuanyin took the jade bottle, which still held a lingering warmth. With just a slight sense of its contents, she couldn't help but be startled.

She looked up, giving Long Yin a deep look before glancing at the blushing Long Qinger beside him.

The persistence and methods of this couple truly left her in awe.

To get their daughter into Di Yan's bed, they first resorted to life-threatening pressure, then offered the entire clan's savings as a dowry, and now they were even using such low... cough, such mood-enhancing drugs.

Fearing an accident, they even wanted her to personally administer the drug?

This level of consideration was truly thorough to the extreme.

An inscrutable smile flickered across Mu Xuanyin's lips as she tucked the jade bottle away and gave a slight nod to Long Yin. "I understand."

Long Yin and his wife felt as if a great weight had been lifted, and they hurriedly bowed. "Thank you, Consort Xi!"

Mu Xuanyin said no more and turned to leave, her figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the corridor.

Seeing her walk away, Long Yin finally let out a sigh of relief, a look of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

Long Qinger bit her lip gently, her gaze complicated.

"Let's go, Qinger. Let's go to Second Brother's place for a few more drinks!" Long Yin wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders, his mood excellent.

Long Qinger gave a low response and leaned into her husband's embrace, her thoughts already drifting far away.

Inside the Eternal Imperial Palace.

Long Kui supported the hazy, drunken Di Yan as they walked slowly along the winding palace path.

The cool night breeze blew away some of the alcohol's haze, but it couldn't settle the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

She turned her head to look at Di Yan, who was walking slowly beside her with his eyes closed.

Moonlight fell, plating his handsome profile with a silver edge. The faint redness from the alcohol softened his usual majesty, adding a rare touch of gentleness.

"Your Majesty Di Yan," Long Kui called out softly.

Just then, Mu Xuanyin's voice transmission rang out in Di Yan's mind.

"Your Majesty, Long Yin approached me privately just now."

Her voice paused for a moment, carrying a hint of subtle playfulness.

"He gave me 'I Love a Stick,' saying it was to help you get in the mood."

"Your Majesty, that couple has truly gone to great lengths."

Di Yan's footsteps faltered almost imperceptibly.

His drunken state seemed to deepen as he gave a muffled "Mhm," then replied calmly via voice transmission.

"I see. Xuanyin, just do as they say and place the drug in the bedchamber. As for the rest, I have my own plans."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Mu Xuanyin replied, and the transmission cut off.

Long Kui was completely unaware of this. She only felt Di Yan's body grow a bit heavier and hurriedly used more strength to steady him.

Resentment toward her parents and gratitude toward the man before her intertwined and surged within her, disturbing her peace of mind.

Before long, the two arrived at a brightly lit bedchamber.

The words "Panlong Hall" were written on the plaque; this was the palace already prepared for Long Kui.

Long Kui pushed open the doors and helped Di Yan inside.

Incense curled in the air, red candles burned brightly, and every corner exuded an ambiguous and festive atmosphere.

She carefully helped Di Yan to the side of the large Dragon-Phoenix Couch, letting him sit and lean back.

Di Yan's drunkenness seemed to deepen as he leaned back and lay down on the couch, his breathing gradually becoming even.

Standing by the couch and seeing that he had fallen asleep, Long Kui finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The tension in her heart relaxed slightly.

"Your Majesty Di Yan, thank you," she spoke softly, her tone sincere. "If it weren't for you speaking up for me today, I'm afraid I would have already..."

She shook her head and didn't continue.

Turning around, she wanted to leave this place of trouble.

No matter what, she couldn't actually spend the night here.

But after taking just two steps, an inexplicable heat suddenly surged from her lower abdomen and quickly spread throughout her body!

"What's going on?" Long Kui's footsteps halted as she frowned.

This feeling wasn't right!

The Spiritual Power in her body began to surge uncontrollably, her blood flow accelerated, and an unspeakable emptiness and longing grew wildly.

Her cheeks began to burn, and her breathing involuntarily quickened.

"Could it be Father and Mother..." Long Kui shook her head, a terrifying suspicion rising in her heart. "No, it can't be. They wouldn't be so insane."

Having said that, as soon as she thought of her parents' actions earlier that day, her voice grew quieter.

Realizing the situation, Long Kui immediately rushed toward the palace doors, wanting to escape.

Her jade-like hand grabbed the door bolt and pulled hard.

It didn't budge!

No matter how she channeled her Immortal Spiritual Power or even used her Dragon Bloodline Power, she couldn't move it even a fraction!

"A barrier! A barrier set by an Immortal King!" Long Kui let go in despair, staggering backward.

Aside from her parents, who were at the Immortal King level, who else could have set such a precise barrier in this forbidden part of the Harem, locking her and her Emperor Uncle Yan inside?

It turned out that from the very beginning, they never intended to give her any way out!

They wanted to force the issue and make it irreversible, completely cutting off her hopes and any possibility of Emperor Uncle Yan going back on his word!

"Why? Why do you have to treat me like this?" Back against the cold doors, Long Kui slowly slid to the floor. Tears flowed uncontrollably, mixing with the increasingly intense heat and emptiness in her body, causing her immense agony.

The potency of the drug in her body grew stronger and stronger.

She felt her rationality slipping away, her vision blurring. Only the tall figure on the couch became clearer under the candlelight, radiating a fatal attraction.

Her breathing became heavier, and the clarity in her eyes faded inch by inch, replaced by a growing haze of desire.

"No... I can't do this." Long Kui bit the tip of her tongue, wanting to use the pain to wake her mind.

The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth, bringing a moment of clarity.

But in the next moment, an even more violent wave swept over her, completely crushing her final line of defense.

In her mind, Shen Yao's face began to blur, replaced by the majestic figure of Di Yan rebuking her father during the day, the gentle touch when he stroked her head just now, and especially the body on the couch filled with mature male charm.

"Father, Mother, I hate you." The last spark of struggle in Long Kui's eyes went out.

She stood up unsteadily, her dress clinging to her body due to sweat and heat, outlining soul-stirring curves.

Step by step, she walked toward the Dragon-Phoenix Couch.

With every step, her logic crumbled further.

Finally, she stopped by the couch and leaned over to look at the sleeping Di Yan.

"Your Majesty Di Yan," her voice was hoarse and carried a sob, yet it was filled with a strange temptation. "I'm sorry. It's my fault for letting you down."

Before her voice could fade, she had already closed her eyes. With a mix of determination and surrender, she leaned down and kissed him.

Her trembling hands also gently untied her own belt...