39: Duan Zhengchun: I'm cheating?

“Princess, your comprehension ability is truly remarkable. With just a little guidance, you’ve grasped the essence.”

Ning Yuan narrowed his eyes, sighing with emotion.

Dao Baifeng, however, kept her eyes tightly shut, remaining silent.

“I’m afraid even Duan Zhengchun hasn’t experienced such pleasure, has he?”

“That Duan Zhengchun is an old hand at romance, with countless mistresses. He probably wouldn’t imagine that his own Princess, the future Queen of Dali, would currently be in his own bedchamber…”

“Stop talking.”

Dao Baifeng, her head bowed, finally couldn’t bear it anymore and looked up, scolding him.

“Haha, good!”

Ning Yuan pulled Dao Baifeng into his embrace, and they fell onto the bed together.

Dao Baifeng’s face was flushed, and she didn’t resist… The night was deep and quiet.

Dao Baifeng, drenched in fragrant sweat, leaned back against Ning Yuan’s chest.

“This is the last time!”

Dao Baifeng, her back to Ning Yuan, suddenly said.

“Does the Princess truly wish to give it up?”

Ning Yuan gently embraced Dao Baifeng, inhaling the scent of her dark hair. “Besides, doesn’t the Princess want to get revenge on Duan Zhengchun?”

“I’ve already had my revenge on him.”

Dao Baifeng showed a hint of hesitation, then snorted and said.

“What about his mistresses then?”

Ning Yuan smiled. “The Princess has fallen to this point; are you just going to let those women remain pure and untainted?”

“Once Duan Zhengchun finds out about us, he’ll probably just go off and live happily ever after with his lovers!”

Ning Yuan’s playful voice echoed in her ear.

Dao Baifeng’s expression indeed changed upon hearing this.

“What do you mean?”

Dao Baifeng turned her head and asked.

“I have a way that can help you continue to get revenge on Duan Zhengchun, making Duan Zhengchun and his women also go their separate ways.”

Ning Yuan whispered into Dao Baifeng’s ear.

Dao Baifeng couldn’t help but show curiosity. “What method are you talking about?”

“Princess, you don’t need to know that. Just tell me if you want to see this happen.”

Ning Yuan said indifferently.

Dao Baifeng snorted and turned her head away, not answering.

But not stopping him meant tacit approval… A few days later.

“Your Highness, the tunnel has been dug. I’ve checked it; this tunnel leads directly to the back of Wanchou Valley’s residence.”

Zhu Danchen stood beside Duan Zhengchun, reporting respectfully.

A hint of joy appeared on Duan Zhengchun’s face, but he forced himself to remain calm outwardly. “Good. This Zhong Wanchou captured my son, so I must teach him a lesson. You all go first; I’ll take a look myself.”

Duan Zhengchun said nonchalantly.

Just as Duan Zhengchun was about to leave, he met Dao Baifeng halfway.

“It’s so late; where are you going?”

Dao Baifeng raised an eyebrow, looking at Duan Zhengchun in his formal attire.

Duan Zhengchun’s heart fluttered. His eyes darted around, and he immediately explained, “Nothing, it’s just that my imperial brother needs me for something. I was just preparing to enter the palace.”

“By the way, Madam, why are you out tonight?”

“You’ve forgiven me?”

Duan Zhengchun asked, his face full of joy.

Dao Baifeng snorted coldly. “Stop being so conceited. I was just passing by.”

Dao Baifeng finished speaking and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Ning Yuan jumped into the tunnel, having already infiltrated Wanchou Valley one step ahead of Duan Zhengchun.

However, this time, Ning Yuan was still using Duan Zhengchun’s appearance.

Ning Yuan, familiar with the way, entered Gan Baobao’s room. Gan Baobao was combing her hair. Ning Yuan appeared behind her, reaching out to cover Gan Baobao’s eyes. “Guess who I am?”

Ning Yuan spoke softly.

Gan Baobao instinctively tensed up, but upon hearing Ning Yuan, or rather, ‘Duan Zhengchun’s’ voice, her face immediately lit up with joy.

“Brother Chun?”

“Brother Chun, why are you here? How did you get in?”

Gan Baobao asked, surprised and delighted.

“I had someone dig a tunnel from behind the mountain to here, so it will be more convenient for us to meet in the future. But tonight, I’m not your Brother Chun.”

Ning Yuan pulled out a black strip of cloth and blindfolded Gan Baobao.

Gan Baobao looked puzzled. “Brother Chun, what are you doing?”

“Baobao, tonight we’re going to try something new. Once we start, you can’t call me by my name anymore.”

Ning Yuan placed his hands on Gan Baobao’s shoulders and said.

“Brother Chun, what does that mean?”

Gan Baobao’s cheeks were slightly flushed, her heart uneasy, yet full of curiosity.

“Tonight, I want you to pretend I’m someone else.”

“Someone else?”

Gan Baobao looked astonished. “Who?”

“Hmm… Baobao, what do you think of Murong Fu?”

Ning Yuan suddenly said.

“Young Master Murong? He is indeed highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally graceful. Brother Chun, why do you bring him up?”

Gan Baobao asked curiously.

“What if I let you and him… how would that be?”

Ning Yuan asked in a low voice.

Gan Baobao’s face instantly flushed crimson. “Brother Chun, what nonsense are you talking about? What kind of person do you take me for? My heart only holds you; don’t talk nonsense.”

“Baobao, don’t be angry. I don’t mean for you to actually be with him, but for you to treat me as him.”

Ning Yuan immediately explained. Soon, Gan Baobao understood and, blushing, said, “Brother Chun, when did you develop such a wicked taste?”

“Baobao, just go with it!”

Ning Yuan tickled Gan Baobao’s armpit, and soon Gan Baobao burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I’ll call you Young Master Murong now…”

As the two began to engage in deeper intimacy.

In the study next door, Duan Zhengchun lifted the floorboards and emerged.

“I’ve arrived, as expected. I’ll go see Baobao now.”

Duan Zhengchun showed a hint of anticipation. As soon as he reached the door, he heard a familiar soft cry coming from the master bedroom next door.

Duan Zhengchun instantly froze in place.

“This is…”

“Could it be another woman in the room?”

“Or is it Zhong Wanchou and…”

Many thoughts flashed through Duan Zhengchun’s mind in an instant.

Then he heard a voice from inside the room.

“Baobao, how is it? How does your husband compare to Zhong Wanchou and Duan Zhengchun?”

Ning Yuan asked playfully.

Gan Baobao let out a soft snort, her eyes under the black blindfold rolling, but she still cooperated and said, “Young Master is stronger than all of them.”

“Then who is the person you love most?”

Ning Yuan had already heard the movement in the next room, knowing that Duan Zhengchun had arrived, and immediately pressed on.

“Of course, it’s Young Master.”

Gan Baobao said coquettishly.

“Good. What should you do if Duan Zhengchun tries to rekindle your old flame in the future?”

Ning Yuan slapped down heavily, making a crisp ‘pa’ sound.

Gan Baobao immediately let out a muffled groan.

“Of course, I’ll refuse him. Your humble self now belongs to Young Master and only loves Young Master.”

“Duan Zhengchun has countless women, yet he doesn’t dare to face his own wife, leaving me to wait in vain. I’ve long since…”

Gan Baobao also gradually immersed herself in the role she was playing, speaking unrestrainedly.

And Duan Zhengchun, in the study next door, heard all this. His face turned pale, his fists clenched, and his body trembled.

A hint of rage appeared in his eyes.

He had always been the one to cuckold others; now, he himself had been… Listening to the lewd sounds and the constant humiliation directed at him from inside, Duan Zhengchun wished he could push open the door and see the true face of that adulterer.

And at this moment.

Outside the door on the other side, Zhong Wanchou also arrived at the entrance at some unknown time.

Just returned from an IV drip, feeling weak all over, and extremely nauseous! Painful…