The Song Kingdom was established through overwhelming martial might; yet, precisely because of this origin, its rulers lived in constant fear that others might use martial prowess to seize the throne. Consequently, they ruthlessly suppressed the martial arts factions within their borders.
In the eyes of the Song emperor, the Wudang Sect represented his greatest threat and enemy—he simply dared not move against them because their strength was too formidable.
For Prince Jing to offend a Xiantian Perfection master was tantamount to forcing Emperor Shengzong to abandon him.
Fortunately, Long Cangtian had since become his consort, and Prince Jing had resolved his past grievances with both me and my wife.
Otherwise, the emperor would have been left with no choice but to let the son he detested most inherit the throne. Sheng Zong detested his second younger brother, largely because the boy bore a resemblance to his mother; seeing him always reminded Sheng Zong of Yang Bing.
Glancing at his mother and then at his second brother, a sinister smile played on the corners of Sheng Zong's mouth.
He thought to himself, "Yang Bing, didn't you cuckold me and make me a laughingstock? Now I'll do the same to you—I'll have your son marry a woman who is rotten to the core."
"Crown Prince, you haven't taken a consort yet, have you?"
Sheng Zong asked earnestly.
"That's right. I do not wish to marry so soon."
His second brother replied seriously.
"The Dragon King's Consort is beautiful and poised—an excellent choice. I shall make the decision for you: take her as your wife."
Sheng Zong spoke to his second brother with an air of paternal concern.
Upon hearing this, my wife, my mother, my grandmother, and I all frowned; we could sense the malice hidden beneath Sheng Zong's words.
In his eyes, my mother was nothing more than a shameless slut.
He viewed my father and me differently; to him, we were men, and it was perfectly normal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines.
He believed that my father and I were promiscuous simply because that was the nature of men.
My mother and my wife, however, were different—they were just shameless sluts.
Had Prince Jing not insisted on it, Sheng Zong would never have agreed to let my wife marry him.
Sensing the malice in Sheng Zong's words, we couldn't help but feel sympathy for the second brother.
His biological mother had been cast into the Cold Palace and humiliated, while his biological father loathed him deep down; his life was truly an agonizing ordeal. Having been fucked repeatedly by her second son over the past few days, Mom knew full well that he was a good man; filled with deep affection and pity for him, she immediately decided to serve him devotedly and become his wife.
"Yes! Your son understands!"
My second younger brother accepted Sheng Zong's arrangements without a moment's hesitation.
Sheng Zong had hoped to catch a glimpse of reluctance on his face, but found none—a discovery that left him somewhat disappointed.
After settling these matters and finalizing the date for his wedding to Mother, Sheng Zong concluded the court session.
He had initially wanted Mother to stay behind, but she declined, citing a desire to spend these last few days with us.
Sheng Zong took no offense at her refusal; instead, he bestowed numerous treasures upon Mother and us before dismissing the court.
Among the gifts Sheng Zong granted was a magnificent mansion.
After court adjourned, our family of four—along with my second younger brother—went to visit the estate.
When we arrived, Yang Ye and his family were already waiting there.
Judging by their expressions, we could tell they were in low spirits; Sheng Zong's arrangements had made it clear to them that he had no intention of letting my second younger brother succeed to the throne.
Seeing the gloom hanging over Yang Ye, She Xinlan, and the others, Mother and I set about comforting them.
Mother then explained the situation: if we won, Prince Jing would lose his eligibility to inherit the throne; conversely, if the Demon Realm's gate were opened, my second younger brother's succession would become meaningless anyway.
Upon hearing this, Yang Ye and the others realized that the ultimate outcome hinged entirely on the battle between us and the Demon Palace.
After discussing these matters, I explained why my wife and I had agreed to the marriage with Prince Jing: it was to restore my male form and to keep a close watch on the Prince. Among the high-ranking figures of the Demon Palace, King Jing is undoubtedly the biggest fool; he is the best entry point for uncovering the Palace's plans.
Upon hearing my words, my second younger brother looked at me with gratitude and said, "Big Sister, thank you! You have to endure humiliation from that bastard King Jing for my sake. Sister, I promise you: if you can't turn back into a man, I'll make you my Queen."
I burst into a giggle at his words, then said in a sultry, wanton tone, "My dear brother, you're underestimating me! What kind of humiliation haven't I endured by now? I've even given birth to your sister-in-law's lover's child—what is there left for me to fear? Don't worry! No matter how King Jing plays with me, I'll be having the time of my life! But since my status will be your sister-in-law, I wonder... are you interested in playing with your sister-in-law's pussy?"
Seeing my wanton smile and lustful expression, my second brother's worries vanished. He said, "Oh! I forgot you're a total slut! You'd be thrilled to be King Jing's bitch—why would you be upset?"
As he spoke, he pulled me into his arms and we shared a passionate, deep kiss.
When our lips finally parted, Yang Ye and Mother were already locked in a passionate kiss, and Mom was being teased in Yang Yi's arms, while my wife had her legs spread wide, letting Yang Su suckle on her beautiful pussy.
We all knew that for a long time to come, my wife, Mother, and I wouldn't have the chance to fuck them.
So, for these few days, we were going to fuck to our hearts' content. As my second younger brother stripped off my tiny panties and thrust his thick cock into my wanton pussy, I let out a shameless, lustful moan and began bouncing my voluptuous, heavy buttocks vigorously while straddling his lap.
*Slap, slap, slap, slap...*