252: Chapter 252 Sharing the same bed

The next day.

The Great Xia Imperial Palace was filled with an atmosphere of joy following the post-war Rebirth, and the palace maids and eunuchs walked with a light spring in their steps.

In the Princess's Bedchamber, it wasn't until the sun was high that Princess Wu Weiyang lazily opened her eyes. Every bone in her body felt sore and weak, as if they had been disassembled and reassembled, but the spiritual power within her was more abundant and solidified than ever before.

She turned her head and looked at the pillow beside her, which had long been empty. A sweet blush involuntarily appeared on her exquisite face. The man, as powerful as a deity, from last night had thoroughly conquered her body and mind in the most domineering yet tender way.

From this day forward, she was no longer the aloof Princess, but merely Xu Chen's little woman.

It wasn't until night fell again.

Deep within the Great Xia Imperial Palace, inside the Dragon Coiling Grand Hall exclusively for the Empress.

Wu Mingkong wore a loose, golden silk casual robe, sitting cross-legged on a white jade cushion.

Her eyes were slightly closed, surrounded by faint Imperial Dao Law as she diligently refined and repaired her Divine Soul, which had just awakened and was still somewhat ethereal.

Suddenly, the tightly shut vermilion doors of the Grand Hall were pushed open from the outside.

Without even a single announcement.

In the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there was only one person who dared to barge into the Empress's Bedchamber without announcing himself.

Wu Mingkong opened her Phoenix Eyes and looked at the white-robed youth strolling casually toward her, giving him an exasperated glare.

"As the head of the family, you don't even knock before entering a door. If the outside palace maids saw you, what dignity would I, the ruler of the Great Xia, have left?"

"In front of your husband, why put on the airs of a ruler of a nation."

Xu Chen walked straight to the white jade cushion and looked down at the peerlessly beautiful, eternal Empress before him.

The loose casual robe could not hide her voluptuous and mature, graceful figure; instead, it added a hint of domestic laziness and enchantment.

A wicked smile curled the corner of Xu Chen's mouth. He suddenly bent over and directly lifted Wu Mingkong into his arms.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Startled, Wu Mingkong found herself suspended in mid-air and instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around Xu Chen's neck. A rare flicker of panic crossed her usually calm and composed, exquisite face.

"Of course, I'm taking you to do something important."

Xu Chen carried her and strode toward the hall exit. "Your Divine Soul recovering through self-meditation is far too slow. Your husband has a supreme Dual Cultivation secret art, and I was just looking for someone to comprehend it with."

"You... you put me down quickly!"

Wu Mingkong instantly understood what the scoundrel was thinking. Two red clouds instantly flew onto her cheeks. "Weren't you with Weiyang last night? And now tonight you're coming to torment me again? What is your body made of?"

"What, are you afraid I can't handle it?"

Xu Chen lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, his tone extremely arrogant. "Forget one night, even if the two of you came at me together, your husband could still make you both submit."

Hearing the words 'the two of you together,' Wu Mingkong's mind exploded as if a thunderclap had sounded.

She, the dignified founding Empress of the Great Xia, sharing one husband with her descendant? The mere thought of such an utterly absurd thing made her feel so ashamed and indignant she wanted to die. If this ever got out, how could she ever show her face again?

"Xu Chen! Don't push your luck! Put me down immediately, I absolutely will not agree to such an absurd thing!"

Wu Mingkong began to struggle violently in Xu Chen's arms, even mobilizing a trace of her Quasi-Emperor cultivation to try and break free from the rogue's embrace.

However, Xu Chen's arms were like two iron hoops, firmly locking her against his chest. The formidable Physical Body belonging to the Hongmeng Origin Body completely ignored her slight resistance.

"That is not up to you."

Xu Chen domineeringly tightened his arms, his figure flickered, and he vanished on the spot.

The next moment.

Ripples spread through space, and Xu Chen, holding Wu Mingkong, appeared out of thin air in the inner chamber of the Princess's Bedchamber.

Inside the Bedchamber, red candles flickered.

Princess Wu Weiyang, who had just finished bathing, was sitting by the bed in the red ice-silk cloud gauze skirt Xu Chen had personally stripped off last night, staring blankly.

Hearing the disturbance, she looked up in surprise and was about to call out 'Husband.'

However, when she clearly saw the person Xu Chen was holding, her entire body instantly turned to stone.

"Old... Old Ancestor?!"

Princess Wu Weiyang was so frightened she nearly fell off the bed. Her delicate, alluring little face instantly turned deathly pale, and her mind went blank.

It's over, it's over, the Old Ancestor personally came to catch us in the act! Although the Old Ancestor tacitly approved last night, being caught red-handed in the middle of the night still filled her with such shame that she wished she could immediately find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She instinctively pulled over the brocade quilt beside her, tightly wrapping most of her body, and shrank into the corner of the bed like a frightened quail, not daring to even breathe heavily.

Wu Mingkong, forcibly carried by Xu Chen into this Bedchamber filled with amorous atmosphere, felt utterly disgraced seeing Princess Wu Weiyang huddled in the corner of the bed, thinly clad.

She was the elder, the supreme Empress of the Great Xia. Now, being carried by her man like a sack of grain onto the Junior's bed, the level of shame was almost more unbearable than death.

"Xu Chen, you're insane! Take me back now!"

Wu Mingkong hissed through gritted teeth in a low voice, her exquisite face flushed as if it were about to bleed. She didn't dare look at Princess Wu Weiyang on the bed at all.

Xu Chen, however, acted as if nothing had happened and casually waved his hand.

An isolation barrier instantly enveloped the entire Bedchamber, completely sealing it off from the outside world.

He walked to the bedside, completely disregarding Wu Mingkong's struggles, and directly tossed her onto the large, soft brocade couch.

Wu Mingkong cried out, and her body bounced slightly on the soft bedding, rolling right next to Princess Wu Weiyang.

One large and one small peerless beauties stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment, then, with extreme tacit understanding, simultaneously averted their gaze. The blush on their faces had almost spread to the roots of their ears.

The atmosphere became extremely awkward for a moment.

"Alright, stop hiding and tucking things away."

Xu Chen slowly untied his long robe, his gaze sweeping unscrupulously over the two figures that could be called the finest in the world.

"Mingkong, your Divine Soul needs the nourishment of Pure Yang Qi. Weiyang, your Nine Phoenix Rising Sun Body has just awakened, and your Realm is still unstable; you also need my guidance."

Xu Chen walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at them with a devilishly charming smile on his lips.

"My Dual Cultivation Technique emphasizes the union of Heaven and Earth, the harmony of Yin and Yang. If the two of you can cultivate with me simultaneously, not only will it yield twice the result with half the effort, but it will also allow your Foundations to reach a state of flawless perfection."

What he said was not a lie. The secret art given by the System indeed possessed such Heaven-Defying effects. But this was clearly just a high-sounding excuse he found to satisfy his own little perverse taste.

"You... you think you can trick me with such an excuse! I would rather let my Divine Soul recover slowly than ever..."

Before Wu Mingkong could finish speaking, Xu Chen leaned down, grabbed her chin, and domineeringly sealed her stubborn red lips.

All protests and denunciations were choked back.

The Hongmeng Pure Yang Qi surged violently into Wu Mingkong's body through the connection of their lips, instantly causing her originally firm will to crumble. Her body went limp, and she collapsed directly into Xu Chen's arms.

"Weiyang, come here."

Xu Chen released the panting Wu Mingkong and turned to look at Princess Wu Weiyang shrinking to the side, his eyes carrying an undeniable majesty.

Princess Wu Weiyang trembled. She looked at Wu Mingkong, who was close at hand, and then at Xu Chen's irresistible gaze. Finally, her love for Xu Chen overcame the fear and shame in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, released the brocade quilt tightly wrapped around her, and like a moth flying into a flame, actively nestled into Xu Chen's other arm.

"Xu Chen, gently..."

Accompanied by this extremely faint murmur, the last psychological defense collapsed with a crash.

The light of the red candles flickered violently outside the light gauze curtains.

The night wind howled outside the hall.

But the spring warmth inside the hall burned ever brighter, like oil added to a raging fire. The suppressed, melodious moans and low gasps intertwined, composing a beautiful musical piece that made the blood surge.

It wasn't until a sliver of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon that this utterly absurd battle finally came to a halt.

The large brocade couch was in utter disarray.