At this moment, Wei Wuyin was still passionately making love with Ning Xuefei.
He leaned down and kissed her sweaty forehead, cheeks, and slightly trembling red lips, whispering in her ear, “At the banquet just now, all those men’s eyes were glued to you…”
“Especially that Dong family brat from Tian Ce Mansion, his dog eyes never left you…”
Upon hearing this, Ning Xuefei’s previously empty and lifeless, cold eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a barely perceptible hint of shame, anger, and disgust.
She, who had been passively enduring, seemed to finally react.
The muscles in her thighs involuntarily tightened, and the moist, warm flesh deep within her honey hole, filled to the brim with the thick penis, began to spasm and contract violently, as if it had received some intense stimulation, becoming even tighter and more sensitive than before, tightly gripping the massive object that was ravaging her body.
“Mmm… Ah!” Wei Wuyin immediately felt this sudden, soul-stirring change.
He could not help but let out a muffled groan of extreme satisfaction.
His penis was being squeezed by the suddenly tight, wet, and hot vagina, making him feel extremely pleasurable.
He almost ejaculated on the spot.
He growled excitedly, “Can you feel it?
Xuefei… you finally feel it, don’t you?”
He seemed greatly encouraged, and the speed and power of his thrusts suddenly doubled.
His thick, veiny glans ground and pounded wildly within her constantly contracting and clenching vaginal muscles.
Ning Xuefei was aroused by his fierce thrusts.
Her pink and plump mons pubis was bruised and swollen, and her thick, moist labia were mercilessly stretched to their limit by his penis.
Her glistening vaginal fluids had already overflowed, flowing freely down the gaps between her round buttocks and soaking a large area of the silk sheets beneath her.
The crisp yet lewd sounds of flesh colliding grew increasingly frequent and louder, like the rapid drumbeats on a battlefield, each one striking heavily against Mo Xingyun’s heart.
He could clearly see his mother’s two snow-white, plump, and fleshy buttocks, being battered and pounded wildly like waves under Wei Wuyin’s storm-like assault.
Each rise and fall created a heart-stopping wave of voluptuous flesh, and the snow-white flesh was already marked with red welts from the man’s rough hands, forming a stark and lewd contrast with her original snow-white skin.
Before long, Wei Wuyin’s movements became faster and faster.
Ning Xuefei tightly hugged his strong back with both hands, her delicate body twisting wildly, her round jade buttocks thrusting high and wildly to meet the man’s speed.
The beautiful and charming woman was made to sway uncontrollably, and the sweet moans of pleasure from her lips became higher and higher.
Finally, Wei Wuyin roared and pressed his hips firmly against Ning Xuefei’s pink hips, thrusting hard several times until the beauty beneath him was trembling and her flesh was shaking, before finally ejaculating onto her body in a torrent.
Seeing that their lovemaking in bed had ended, Mo Xingyun realized that he should have taken advantage of their enjoyment to sneak in and investigate.
Now that they had regained their senses, he feared that with his skill, he would be discovered if he were even slightly distracted.
He was now caught between a rock and a hard place, and could only hide on the sidelines and observe the situation.
The man and woman, still entwined on the bed, could be heard breathing softly, seemingly savoring the afterglow of their previous encounter.
Not long after, Ning Xuefei’s cool voice came from inside the curtain: “Today we have consummated our marriage, and I have satisfied you.
Your Majesty, please return.”
Wei Wuyin lay stiffly on the bed without moving.
After a while, he hugged Ning Xuefei’s fragrant shoulders and said softly, “Xuefei, we have been husband and wife all these years, and I have never mistreated you.
Why…”
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Xuefei gently pushed away his embrace, sat up, took a thin veil from the bedside and draped it over herself, and said coldly, “Your Majesty, I am tired and ready to rest.
I do not wish to speak further today.
If there is nothing else, please return to your palace. New chapters come out on g.com first.
I will not see you off.”
Mo Xingyun looked at Ning Xuefei’s blurry figure sitting up inside the curtain.
Her delicate, snow-white skin was as smooth as mutton-fat jade.
Her round and fleshy shoulders had a beautiful curve, and her full and firm breasts stood high on her chest.
The large, round bulges were faintly visible through the thin gauze, dazzling the eyes.
Recalling Long Yue’s mention of possessiveness, Mo Xingyun thought to himself that his mother was truly stunningly beautiful and incredibly sexy, deserving of the title Number One Beauty of Longyue.
Wei Wuyin remained silent, the atmosphere in the palace heavy.
After a long while, he sighed deeply and said slowly, “Consort Xue, I know you have harbored deep resentment toward me all these years.
I thought that you had accepted my feelings after giving birth to Miaoshu for me, but it seems I was overthinking it.”
After saying this, Wei Wuyin sat up, looked at his indifferent wife beside him, and gently stroked her soft, pink back with his large hand, saying softly, “I’m already quite satisfied that we’ve been husband and wife for so many years, regardless of whether your heart is with me or not…”
Ning Xuefei said coldly, “Since you are satisfied, please leave.”
For a moment, the two were silent.
Wei Wuyin stared at Ning Xuefei for a while, then silently rose and walked out of the curtain, putting on his clothes on the ground.
In the instant he lifted the curtain, Mo Xingyun caught a glimpse of the spring scene inside.
Ning Xuefei had already picked up the bedding to cover her chest, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin and a deep, alluring cleavage.
Her naturally flowing black hair slightly obscured her beautiful oval face, and a faint blush rose on her bare, snow-white shoulders.
The skin on her chest was as smooth and delicate as jade.
Her long, slender, snow-white, and shapely legs were exposed under the bedding, their graceful curves revealing a soft, rounded luster in the candlelight.
Her exquisite face had rosy cheeks and delicate eyebrows, with a faint blush of lingering passion from their lovemaking.
Yet her pretty face was expressionless, cold as frost.
The barely visible, curvaceous body, with just one glance, was like the most potent aphrodisiac in the world.
After dressing, Wei Wuyin glanced back at Ning Xuefei’s lonely figure on the bed, sighed softly, and left the palace.
Just before reaching the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the large bed in the hall.
For a moment, Mo Xingyun thought he had discovered him, and was so shocked that the hair on his body stood on end.
His face looked somewhat haggard, but his resolute features still exuded masculine charm.
He said in a low voice, “Xuefei, no matter what, I will never regret anything I have done.”
Ning Xuefei did not answer him, nor did she even glance at him.
Wei Wuyin walked out of the palace gate by himself.
His tall and imposing figure was back, and his red hair, which flowed down his back, was still so eye-catching in the night, like a ball of flame burning fiercely.
Seeing Wei Wuyin leave the palace, Mo Xingyun felt a chill run down his spine.
Now he was in the same room as his mother, in such an awkward situation.
There was no sound in the palace, and with his limited skills, it was already difficult enough to just keep his breathing and not be discovered by his mother, who was a top expert.
Ning Xuefei suddenly called out in a sweet voice, “Come out!”
This truly terrified Mo Xingyun.
What should he do now?
Should he reveal his identity directly?
Should he explain everything to her now?
Would she believe him?
How could he face her?
A thousand thoughts rushed into his mind.
Before he could react, Ning Xuefei unleashed a misty, remote force that struck a beam on the ceiling of the inner palace.
A scream rang out, and a white figure fell to the ground.
Mo Xingyun looked closely and saw that the person lying on the ground was actually the guest from Hundred Flowers Island, the handsome man Hu Hong.
He had actually been hiding in the ceiling of this hall to spy on the sexual acts in the room.
It was only discovered now, so his internal skills for hiding his body must be unique.
Thankfully, it was not him who was discovered.
Mo Xingyun sighed inwardly, but a faint sense of loss still lingered in his heart.
“You, Hu Hong, first you spied on me while I was bathing at Cloud-Deep Courtyard, and now you’ve sneaked into my bedroom to spy on me.
I’ve tolerated you several times out of consideration for my past relationship with the Lord of Hundred Flowers Island, but you’ve repeatedly done despicable and lewd things.
Today I will not forgive you anymore.”
Ning Xuefei shouted sharply.
Although she was disheveled inside the curtain, she waved her jade arm, and a white object was immediately infused with true energy, flying out of the curtain like a steel sword and heading toward Hu Hong.
Hu Hong was terrified and desperately used his peerless lightness skill, Flower Leap, to dodge to the side at the last moment.
The object bang stuck into the ground where he had just been lying, cracking the floor tiles and sending up a pile of rubble.
This showed how strong Ning Xuefei’s internal strength was.
If Hu Hong’s flesh and blood had taken that sword, he would probably be a pile of minced meat by now.
Only then did Hu Hong realize that Ning Xuefei, in her haste, had actually channeled her inner strength into the soft white corset of her sheer long dress.
The corset was made of exquisite material, as light as a cicada’s wing, and adorned with red and green floral patterns.
During the day, it wrapped around her slender waist, and as she moved, it swayed gracefully like a water snake, making her incredibly alluring.
Little did he know that Ning Xuefei’s throw just now was a superior martial art of the Immortal Palace called Xuanying Flying Throw.
Ordinary people would have no way to dodge it and would be killed instantly.
People of the Immortal Palace could also kill enemies from a distance, which was both unexpected and would not stain their clothes with blood.
The Ning family’s successors all regarded it as a very elegant killing technique.
Seeing the two clashing, Mo Xingyun did not care what Hu Hong’s intentions were.
He thought this was a great opportunity for him, so while his mother was distracted, he quickly used all his strength to activate the Hidden Dragon Demon Art and entered the inner hall.
He walked along the outer wall of the inner hall and slipped into a small corridor.
Inside was a small study, which his mother had used for reading alone.
Mo Xingyun had been there a few times when he was a child and was quite familiar with the place.