After leaving the prefect's residence, Lu Ming went to the Zhaohou's mansion.
The steward there led him to a house in the west of the city. Originally, Zhaohou had planned to come to Chang'an with him.
However, tuberculosis was not suitable for further travel, so Lu Ming left him some medicine, instructing him to rest in Luoyang. If a cure for tuberculosis could be developed later, there was still hope for a cure.
Otherwise, he could only hold on for a year or two; he would still die eventually, only the time would be delayed.
Specific diseases, such as malaria, tuberculosis, and diarrhea, require specific medicines. The simplest is ginger tea, while tuberculosis is the most difficult to cure.
The mansion before him was located on a quiet street. The steward knocked a few times on the door of a small room. A young woman opened the door. "Greetings, Steward Liu."
"Yes, this is the renowned physician the Marquis recommended to treat the Madam. He's also the Governor of Liangzhou. Go and pack your things; you'll be traveling with the Governor from now on. He will escort the ladies out of Chang'an." Steward Liu's tone was calm, neither arrogant nor aggressive. He maintained this composed expression regardless of who he was dealing with.
This was a true steward. Only a steward like this knew how to behave. Some people are not to be judged by appearances; judging by appearances can lead to disastrous consequences.
The maidservant excused herself and went inside to pack. There were only five maidservants, plus one old woman, used for menial tasks. The maidservants weren't beautiful, but they were diligent and efficient.
Lu Ming sent his personal guards to help carry the items, and said to the steward, "I'll leave this to them, Steward Liu. Don't worry, I will make sure they reach their destination."
"Then I'll trouble you, Governor. Is there anything I can help you with?" Steward Liu was also eager to leave. He didn't care who was inside, or whether it was a woman his master was keeping to give to Lu Ming. None of that mattered to him. He just wanted to get things done, then go back to have a drink and listen to some music.
He had no ambition; he just wanted to do his job dutifully and steal a moment of leisure.
Grand ambitions?
What did that have to do with a steward like him?
"No need. Steward, you can go back now." Lu Ming shook his head and stepped inside. "You all guard the door. They mustn't be disturbed during the treatment."
"Yes, my lord." Lin Rong might not be particularly strong in martial arts, but he was already approaching the level of a second-rate general.
With the job-change system, even against military generals, they wouldn't be too much weaker. It could also boost the combat power of ordinary soldiers, giving them a greater advantage when fighting them.
Lu Ming entered the house. The courtyard was small, less than ten square meters in the front yard, followed by five interconnected rooms.
Entering the first room, the furnishings were simple, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of herbs—the residue from decocting Chinese medicine.
A woman lay weakly on the bed, only managing to sit up when she saw him enter.
"My name is Lu Ming, Governor of Liangzhou, in charge of all affairs in Liangzhou, and also the husband of Princess Wannian. Entrusted by Marquis Zhao, I escorted the lady back to Fufeng and cured her illness. When I was in Luoyang, I frequently treated His Majesty, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Mother; the prominent families of Luoyang all sought my medical help." Lu Ming began by introducing himself, then added at the end, "I wonder if Lady Song is here?"
Empress Song was too weak to get up, so Lu Ming went over and helped her up. There was a certain awkwardness between them, and her voice was still a little hoarse, "This humble servant..." "It's Lady Song. Thank you for your trouble, sir. Where is Marquis Zhao now?"
"Marquis Zhao suffers from tuberculosis and is recuperating in Luoyang. I treated him; he should live for another year or two. Besides escorting and treating you, I also have the mission of pacifying Liangzhou and developing medicine to treat tuberculosis. Madam, your constitution is somewhat weak; not eating meat for so long is not good for your health. Having been entrusted with this task, from now on, until you are fully recovered, you must listen to me." Lu Ming finished speaking and took out a bowl of mutton soup from his medicine box, still steaming hot.
Ignoring Empress Song's struggles, he forced half of it down her throat.
"Cough cough!" Despite being forced down her throat, Empress Song licked her lips and continued drinking after tasting the first delicious sip of the mutton soup.
The mutton soup was cut into small, soft pieces, and the lemongrass flavor stimulated her taste buds, making it even more appetizing! Ten minutes later, Lu Ming put away the cooking pot and fed Empress Song a bowl of ginger tea.
After the ginger tea, it was time for spider orchid tea, followed by the kava potion.
The ginger tea warmed the stomach, aided digestion, and could also relieve diarrhea.
The spider orchid tea, on the other hand, simply boosted immunity. It didn't taste good, but after drinking it, the body's immunity would be at a relatively high level, capable of killing germs and viruses.
"Madam, forgive me, how are you feeling now?" Lu Ming asked.
"Thank you, sir, I feel very good." Empress Song was about to thank him when Lu Ming lewdly ripped off her clothes.
Then he pressed himself against her, not bothering to admire her naked body. After applying some aloe vera gel to his glans, he pressed against her soft vaginal opening and thrust inside. No lubrication or foreplay was needed; it was perfect for raping a woman.
"You! Get out! You can't!" A flash of shame and anger crossed Empress Song's fair face, but she was no match for Lu Ming and was firmly suppressed.
With the lubrication of the aloe vera gel, she only felt her body being stretched open, experiencing a slight pain, but the fullness gave her a strange pleasure.
The thick, long, dark penis disappeared into Empress Song's cunt, the glans slamming hard against her soft, bouncy clitoris. Empress Song's body jerked forward from Lu Ming's thrust, her white breasts undulating, but she remained silent, gritting her teeth.
Lu Ming didn't speak either, slowly withdrawing his aloe vera-coated penis, the large glans tightly gripped by her vaginal opening, before thrusting it back in forcefully.
After dozens of thrusts, Empress Song's cunt began to secrete lustful fluid, and with each thrust of the penis, a white vein appeared around the red entrance.
What a lewd scene!
Empress Song never imagined that someone would dare to enter and rape her!
Although she was a deposed empress, her status dictated that she would never marry or be defiled by another man—this would be a desecration to the emperor!
Therefore, although this place was impoverished, it was very safe!