In the dead of night, Lu Yuan and Su Liyan sat together on the edge of the bed in the Post House.

Their feet swished back and forth in a wooden basin, and Lu Yuan could clearly feel how smooth, slick, and fair Su Liyan’s feet were.

Lu Yuan couldn’t resist the temptation. It was bewitching, and a thrill of excitement rose within him.

A tingling sensation, like a faint electric current, ran through her feet, making Su Liyan unable to stop herself from swaying her lower body.

That was right. It was a feeling she hadn’t had in a long time.

Lu Yuan’s hands, of course, didn’t stay idle. They roamed over her leg as he said with a mischievous smile, "Tonight, I want to see your big tail again."

"Brother~ look," Su Liyan said, her head lowered and her face blushing red with shyness.

In the wooden basin, her two feet transformed into a silvery tail. Its tip swished back and forth in the water, sending out ripples.

What Lu Yuan was caressing was the snake tail Su Liyan had transformed into due to her atavism. The jade-white scales on her tail were exceptionally smooth, making it impossible for Lu Yuan to control himself; he simply couldn’t get enough.

Fortunately, Su Liyan was nearly six months pregnant, which was completely different from the first three months. As long as he was gentle, it should be fine.

In his excitement, Lu Yuan rolled over and pushed Su Liyan down, propping himself up on his elbows.

He didn’t put his full weight on her. After all, she was carrying a child.

*SMOOCH~*

The two of them were locked in a kiss, truly unable to part.

The tip of Su Liyan’s snake tail tapped intermittently against the water in the basin, which had long since overflowed~

Lu Yuan backhanded the Spirit Stone Lamp off the table.

As the light in Lu Yuan’s room went out, everything inside and outside the room fell silent.

Lu Yuan moved closer to Su Liyan’s face. He could clearly feel the warmth of her breath.

Lu Yuan said softly:

"Tonight, Brother’s going to have you~"

...

Man, Lu Yuan really didn’t get a good night’s sleep.

It had been quite a few days since he’d had any "meat," hadn’t it?

Of course, it had also been almost half a year since he’d had a "hearty meal" with Su Liyan.

Good thing he cultivated the Holy Body, or Su Liyan would have really drained him dry.

He had originally planned to just wash up, read a book in the Post House for a bit, and then go to bed early while holding his wife.

Who knew that after he lost control and went at it for the first half of the night, Su Liyan would pinch him awake in the second half, wanting more.

In the early morning, Lu Yuan opened his door and saw Gu Gaoxu standing at the door of the next room with a wicked grin.

"Brother Lu, impressive! Your wife is already... like that," Gu Gaoxu said, gesturing at his own stomach.

This was a subtle jab, implying that since Su Liyan was already pregnant, how could he still lay a hand on her.

"Last night, your wife was whimpering all night long," Gu Gaoxu teased, having completely lost all sense of propriety.

Lu Yuan said, "My wife is six months pregnant. According to the Medical Books, a little ’hanky-panky’ is no big deal."

’Besides, I know a little bit about medicine myself. It’s fine, it’s fine.’

Lu Yuan knew more than just "a little bit" about medicine. Throughout his journey, he had been reading "Medical Heart" whenever he had free time.

There were two benefits to reading Medical Books.

First, to expand his "positions"—no, his knowledge. Second, to find a cure for infertility.

His third wife at home, Song Meiqin, was waiting eagerly.

Otherwise, whenever he was home, Song Meiqin would always be pulling him into her room to "research baby-making."

All those nights spent "researching baby-making" with Song Meiqin made Zhao Qiao’Er as jealous as if she’d knocked over a pickle jar, leaving a sour taste hanging in the air every day.

Time to set off!

The group continued toward Yandu and arrived after a few more days.

This was the territory governed by King Yan, and the purpose of their visit was to call on him.

Lu Yuan also wanted to see King Yan for himself. If things were as he expected, the Divine Ling Empire’s King Yan would be just like the King Yan of the Great Ming Dynasty.

In this era, building a good relationship with King Yan in the Divine Ling Empire was of the utmost importance.

’Who is this man? This is Emperor Yongle, who left a bold and brilliant mark on history.’

’This is my future ironclad backer. Getting on his good side is absolutely essential.’

In the main hall of Prince Yan’s Mansion.

"Greetings, King Yan! This humble official is Lu Yuan, the County Magistrate of Taiping City," Lu Yuan said with a bow, dressed in the cyan robes of a Senior Seventh Grade official.

In truth, Lu Yuan hadn’t worn these official robes at all during his journey; they had been packed away at the bottom of his trunk.

It wasn’t that the robes were ugly or ill-fitting, but that they were simply inconvenient for travel.

For his first meeting with King Yan, he had to show proper etiquette. After all, he had risen from humble beginnings.

"There is no need for such formalities." King Yan raised a hand.

Lu Yuan straightened up and slightly raised his head to look at this King Yan—that is, Zhu Di. No, Gu Di.

The King Yan before him had a square, upright face. He appeared kind and benevolent, with a gentle expression, thick black eyebrows, and large, spirited eyes that held a trace of authority and composure.

From Lu Yuan’s perspective, the King’s features faintly revealed the mien of an emperor.

’This King Yan looks nothing like the portraits of Ming Taizu I saw in books from my own time.’

The matter of Ming Taizu’s appearance was an unavoidable topic of discussion back in his era.

In his memory, Ming Taizu had a protruding chin and a "pig-kidney face," or perhaps a "shoe-sole face"—ugly, with a nose like a bulb of garlic, a snout-like mouth, and a pockmarked face.

As Ming Taizu’s fourth son, King Yan looked nothing at all like those portraits of Ming Taizu from his era.

’Of course, those were just folk legends from my time. No one could ever verify their authenticity.’

’I wonder what the current Grand Ancestor Emperor looks like.’

The Divine Ling Empire of this era had its differences from the Great Ming Dynasty, which made Lu Yuan wonder if he could rewrite its history.

But to get back on track, Lu Yuan saw the text above King Yan’s head: [Multiplication Factor: 8].