"Auntie, I want you now!" Jiang Yun responded emotionally, thrusting her waist forward at the same time. But before the spearhead could enter, the voices of the maids came from the outer room.
"Ninth Princess, what brings you here? Her Majesty is not feeling well and has ordered that she will not see anyone—please don't make things difficult for us servants."
"Get out of the way! I am my mother's daughter. My mother is sick, and as her daughter, it is my duty to go in and visit her. Otherwise, I would be unfilial," Ninth Princess said in a coquettish voice, spouting her profound reasoning.
"Ninth Princess, you can't go in—" The maids hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was too late. The Ninth Princess had already pushed open the door to the outer room and was walking briskly down the corridor connecting the outer and inner rooms.
"Ninth Princess is here?" Jiang Yun and Consort Ling, who were immersed in carnal pleasure, were both startled.
"Jiang Yun, you'd better hide! If Ninth Princess sees you, things will get really bad!" Consort Ling was the first to react, and she pushed Jiang Yun away.
She grabbed the undergarment and panties from the bedside and put them on haphazardly, then hid her beautiful body under the covers, wrapping herself up tightly.
However, Consort Ling thought of something else: Heshuo was also Jiang Yun's woman.
When Consort Ling thought of this, her vagina became wet.
Immediately, Consort Ling thought of an interesting game and told Jiang Yun to hide.
With this thought, Jiang Yun felt relieved. He took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth to suppress the violent impulse in his body, lifted Consort Ling's quilt, and crawled inside.
Seeing Jiang Yun crawl into her bed, Consort Ling was immediately shocked. Her eyes widened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Jiang Yun—what are you doing? How did you get in?"
"Consort Ling, it's too late. I can only hide under your covers for now. You need to find a way to coax Ninth Princess back," Jiang Yun whispered in Consort Ling's ear.
"Can--"
Consort Ling wanted to say something more, but before she could finish, Ninth Princess pushed open the door and barged in. Consort Ling had no choice but to suppress her unease, turn to the side, and try to appear calm as she looked at her daughter.
"Mother, are you sick? Is it serious?" Ninth Princess pushed open the door and strode towards Consort Ling's bedside, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.
"Mother is alright, Heshuo, why are you here?" Consort Ling asked, her voice trembling.
"I just couldn't sleep at night and missed my mother, so I came over—oh, Mother, why are you shaking so badly and your face is so red? Are you really sick?"
Seeing Consort Ling's delicate body trembling and her face flushed as if she had a high fever, Ninth Princess immediately asked with concern.
"Good, Heshuo, Mother is really alright." Consort Ling had no words to express her suffering, so she tried her best to make her voice sound calm.
"Oh," Ninth Princess responded, then added worriedly, "Mother, if you're really feeling unwell, please don't push yourself. You must call the imperial physician."
"Don't worry, Mother knows what she's doing." Consort Ling forced a smile.
At this moment, several maids entered the room, knelt down on the ground, and frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy, "Your Highness, we deserve to die!"
"This is none of your business, you may all leave." Consort Ling waved her hand, dismissing the maids.