Her response elicited a moan from Rong Wang. “Oh... that's it, slowly... hmm...” he felt like he was ascending to the heavens.
He gritted his teeth, patiently waiting until their bodies were pressed so tightly together that no air could pass between them. Meng Zhilu closed her eyelids and began to pleasure the charming prince with her lithe, perfectly proportioned body. Of the second times.
She tensed her abdomen, squeezing his jade rod tighter as she moved her hips up and down in rhythm.
“Huyin, you're so hot, you're driving me crazy...hum,”
It was incredibly tight, the softness of the yielding walls within, his captivated eyes gazed at her passage, fueling his imagination intensely.
Unable to resist, he began to caress her sensitive spot with his fingers.
Meng Zhilu's eyes fluttered as his warm fingertips stimulated her.
Rong Wang's enchanted gaze traced the rhythmic sway of her breasts above him, their image alternating with the flickering vision of plump petals.
In this Capital, everyone knows Meng Zhi as a beautiful woman, noble and treasured. She is an exceedingly rare gem. Shen Zhongting was a fool for never realizing it. When he had her, instead of cherishing her, he cast her aside for a worthless trinket like Li Lianxung. What does that vixen possess besides beauty? When time passes, that beauty will fade. But the bond of marriage and love should endure.
‘Meng Zhilu, from now on, I will take good care of you. Even if Shen Zhongting scorns you.’
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He made a solemn vow to Meng Zhilu in his heart, that he would cherish her forever.
….
That afternoon, before Rong Wang finally agreed to part ways, Meng Zhilu had to engage in the passionate battle of love with the charming prince three more times.
Meng Zhilu lay nestled against Rong Wang's chest until their breathing finally slowed. Then, Rong Wang spoke to her, his voice gentle.
“In no more than three months, I will ensure Shen Zhongting grants you a divorce, and I will bring you to my palace with 48 dowry boxes.”
He sincerely wished to provide her with more, but he was bound by the strict rules of the Royal Court.
Every aspect of life, from eating and sleeping to learning and dressing, was governed by ritual, let alone marriage, the most significant event in one's life. For the Princess Consort, the groom presented the bride with 188 dowry chests. A Noble Concubine received 108, while mistresses were given a mere 48 boxes. The number of chests signified their rank and status.
If he defied the rules just for Meng Zhilu, the Emperor himself would descend upon his palace. He had been disciplined many times and vividly remembered the sting of his father's rod.
He offered more excuses, fearing Meng Zhilu might suspect his true intentions. “But I'm not one to be stingy,” he declared. “I will add another 140 bridal chests by that day. If you desire anything else, just tell me, and my servants will provide it.”
Rong Wang's attitude brought a secret smile to Meng Zhilu's lips, her thoughts through the past, when he lost his memory, he forgot everything but never caused trouble for her, her family, and cherished her more than his life.
But when his memories returned, he had forgotten their time together completely. He became aloof, arrogant, and focused on wealth and luxury, treating her like a stranger, not even like a mere ex-lover either.
“...”
“Well? Aren't you going to thank me for my generosity? Why are you just staring at me?” Rong Wang prompted, impatient with her silence.
“Of course, Your Highness. I appreciate your kindness, deeper.”
“Use the proper terms. I am your man now.”
“Oh, Okay, this humble wife thanks my husband.”
“Very good. It's refreshing to have someone so easily taught. Now, for your reward...”
“Oh, no, not again! I've had enough. Take your lips off from my nippl...ah!” she exclaimed playfully, arching her back and wiggling her hips, attempting to escape Rong Wang's persistent pursuit.
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