The eldest princess of Ye State is as beautiful as a peach and plum, and her elegance is peerless. She is the biological sister of the current Holy Emperor. Because of the Holy Grace, she acts tyrannically and is licentious, but no one dares to disrespect her.
Before they get married, they give birth to a son. The new young minister of Dali Temple is not afraid of the powerful, but dares to angrily rebuke her face to face for not observing women's ways, and that she should cut off her hair and become a nun.
In fact, if Yin Zhuhua hadn't been used to being domineering and frequently cutting ministers' "heroic reputation", he felt that she should have been dipped in a pig cage, or even thrown into a well if nothing else worked.
Yin Zhuhua was lying on the beauty's couch, lazily raising her eyes and glancing at him, surrounded by three or four maids fanning her. Everything she uses, even the simplest fan, is inlaid with magnificent gems, and her extravagance is evident.
The beauty lying drunk should be dyed in the eyes of this old-fashioned man.
Yin Zhuhua frowned slightly and sat up. The loose clothes on his shoulders slid down with the movement, revealing a section of his shoulders. When he saw him blushing and looking away, he smiled suddenly, as bright as a spring flower.
"If Master Shaoqing doesn't leave, this child will be yours."
Rarely, he did not use the sword, but instead used words to ridicule.
Seeing his running back, Yin Zhuhua was inexplicably irritated, and once again thought of leaving his father and leaving his son.
Yes, if he was not the biological father of her child and dared to offend her in person like this, she would have let his blood splatter on the spot.
Until later, the Taifu, whom her good brother, the emperor, trusted very much, was cold, self-possessed, indifferent and distant, like the bright moon in the sky, which could only be viewed from a distance but not played with.
I was so anxious to be this cheap daddy.
It was the hot and familiar breath of the night that fell behind her ears, just like before, chaotic and uncomfortable.
Yin Zhuhua's mind was ups and downs in confusion, and finally there was a trace of sanity left. He vaguely heard him say: "My child, who else do you want him to call his father?"
Concept: What is female virtue? Can it be eaten?
