Bitterness welled up in Meng Zhilu's mind as she recalled her past kindness to this ungrateful man.

Back then, he had been lying unconscious by the roadside, clad in rags, and his leg was broken, making it impossible to walk for several months. She had summoned a physician, and offered him shelter, food, and water, tending to him for months as he raved about being the emperor’s son. When he recovered from the chaos, his memories returned, he had forgotten everything about his time at her family's estate, including her—the woman who had been his savior, the woman who had been like the moonlight in his heart, his beacon of hope. Only heartache remained for her.

Later, when he returned to the royal palace, he received the same honors. Zhao Lingrong never returned to the Meng family in Jiangnan anymore. Until she married Shen Zhongting unwillingly, and then moved to Shen's clan in the capital. When she had the opportunity to meet him again, he turned out to be a stranger to her. Completely.

Meng Zhilu gritted her teeth and seethed inwardly. ‘Rong Wang, damn person, you repay my kindness with such cruelty? How dare you!’ Her beautiful eyes narrowed as she glared at him, silently cursing the emperor’s son for his ingratitude.

Observing her sudden silence and the pained expression on her beautiful face, Rong Wang struggled to suppress his laughter.

He raised his fan to cover his seductive lips, hiding his silent laughter. In truth, he had been observing her for two years, ever since a chance encounter during the Yuan Xiao Festival. He had spotted her by the river, surrounded by servants, playfully attempting to solve a riddle for a rabbit lantern.

Her beauty and carefree spirit captivated him. He was drawn to her smile, her dimples, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was a profound affection tinged with sorrow...An indescribable sense of familiarity springs up in the middle of the heart, all the feelings poured into his heart without being able to find a cause. Then he'd sent a guard to investigate her background, discovering she was the daughter-in-law of the Shen family.

When he found out that she was married, he felt like he was broken. So, he could only watch her from a distance, even though he knew that her married life was not happy until he met her again today. So, he decided to snatch her away from Shen Zhongting.

Now, Meng Zhilu sat before him, seeking the coveted Soul Dew potion. Was it to rectify her unsatisfactory marriage?

Shen Zhongting was not willing to cherish the precious pearl in his hand, he threw it away and then picked another beautiful flower to admire, so he could ask Meng Zhilu to take him instead of her bad husband

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They were in that situation for a while.

Meng Zhilu keep quiet, her expression guarded. Rong Wang used a fan to cover the lower half of his face while his sharp eyes stared at Meng Zhulu without saying anything. And then, a few seconds later, Rong Wang arranged the words in his mind to convey the meaning well.

He closed his fan and lowered his hand, then asked Meng Zhilu in a serious voice. “Do you truly desire the Soul Dew?”

Meng Zhilu nodded resolutely. “I do desire it, Your Highness. please, I'm prepared to meet your all of conditions.”

Observing her eagerness, Rong Wang feigned contemplation, waving his fan dismissively. A playful smile tugged at his seductive lips. “Very well, I have but one condition: if you... can please me, I shall reward you with the Soul Dew. One instance of pleasure earns you one drop; three instances, three drops; five times, five drops. If you can satisfy me all night, the entire vial is yours. Do you agree to my terms?”

He concluded with a sly grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he awaited Meng Zhilu's response.

The rumors about the Soul Dew potion were true. Its creation was a feat of alchemy, requiring rare ingredients, including the elusive snow lotus that bloomed only once a decade in the remote Manxi Mountains (Tibet). However, what the capital's denizens didn't know was the identity of the poison master of You Huang City. Rong Wang could provide Meng Zhilu with as much Soul Dew as she desired. In exchange for... her affections, something he had long yearned for

Rong Wang's proposition shocked Meng Zhilu, who had only just regained her composure. Her brow twitched, and her lips thinned into a tight line. She couldn't believe Rong Wang desired her... in that way.

For a woman, particularly a married woman like herself, 'pleasure' implied something she could not offer anyone but her husband. She was no courtesan to share his bed freely. Rong Wang's proposal was not only a refusal to sell but a blatant insult.

Sincerely, Meng Zhiru wanted to get up and scold Zhao Lingrong after hearing about his unreasonable conditions. But no matter how much she sincerely wanted to turn down his crazy proposal, she couldn't. Because she needs his Dew Soul drug. Without it, she could not control the minds of her enemies. When she couldn't control them, she couldn't destroy the Shen clan as she intended.

In the Shen family, she had money but was powerless. When Heaven gave her a chance to return to seek justice for herself, why would she still hesitate to join a handsome man like him, the son of the emperor? In a twisted way, it was gain like a clear profit, in the past two lives she had been close to him before. even if it hasn't gone too intimate over more than kisses.

Meng Zhilu had a contemplative attitude. The willow leaf-shaped eyebrow frowns in a knot. She thought about it over and over again for a while. Finally, she agreed to accept Rong Wang's incredible conditions, “Yes,” she said firmly, her eyes resolute, “I accept your terms.”

Upon her agreement, Rong Wang wasted no time. He rose swiftly, pulling her into his embrace.

Then he managed to take off the three layers of clothes on her small body in a hurry among the young eunuchs, more than a dozen stood with their heads bowed and stared at their toes. The atmosphere in the already quiet hall was so quiet, only hearing the sound of Rong Wang's lips kissing the white throats of his beloved and the sound of their passionate encounter.