Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 211 - How Could His Ah Jiu Be So Good

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: How Could His Ah Jiu Be So Good

Chapter 211 -211: How Could His Ah Jiu Be So Good

Murong Jiu was now heavy with child and naturally didn’t dare to be reckless.

But in fact, during the mid-term of pregnancy, one can be intimate with carefulness, and they did have intercourse a few times. However, Jun Yuyan, afraid of harming her, stopped altogether as her belly grew larger.

Murong Jiu knew of his robust virility, especially obvious in the mornings. Several times she saw Jun Yuyan come out of the bathhouse, drenched in steam, he would, no matter how unbearable his discomfort, not let her help him.

She wanted to help him, particularly after learning that he had stayed by her side even after his death in her previous life, her love for Jun Yuyan reached its peak.

As their separation approached, she wanted Jun Yuyan to experience joy once more.

As there was not much she could do for him, even the medicinal pills for treating wounds were prepared in advance by her master, and both her master and Jun Yuyan insisted she not tire herself out.

Jun Yuyan was extremely attentive to details and there was no need for her elsewhere; the only thing she could suggest was for them to carry more dry rations during their military campaign.

All she could do was to help him relax.

“Ah Jiu!”

Jun Yuyan half leaned on the bed, breathing hot, his muscular silhouette glistening with beads of water, and at a crucial moment, he reached out to hold up Murong Jiu’s chin.

“Ah Jiu, there’s no need for this. I’m already very happy that you can help me. To do this feels like I’m degrading you.”

Murong Jiu gently shook her head, “How is this degrading? Isn’t this part of the fun between husband and wife?”

Saying so, she bit lightly on the web between his thumb and forefinger, the force so light that Jun Yuyan felt it was more like a kitten’s lick, ticklish and sweet.

What followed then was layers upon layers of pleasure.

In the past, Jun Yuyan had avoided intimacy with women.

He never told Murong Jiu that, in fact, when he was less than ten years old, there had been palace maids who tried to seduce him. Being as clever as a demon, he knew even then that these maids were the Empress’s people. The Empress wanted him, the Eldest Prince, to become a hedonist, immersed in the pleasures of the flesh and to drain his vitality early.

When that palace maid failed to seduce him, she intentionally copulated with a guard in his path, deliberately making sounds and letting him see.

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The Empress spared no effort in trying to corrupt him; he had subtly mentioned it to Noble Consort Qi, but she was too preoccupied with competing for favor to care about him.

One palace maid gone, yet the Empress had many more at her disposal.

From that time on, he felt a repulsion towards women.

So even with his cleverness, even though he understood the Empress’s intent, it still left deep psychological scars that were hard to erase.

Later, many offered beauties to him, but he found the very thought revolting.

In retrospect, the Empress must have been pleased; even though he didn’t become a wastrel, he became a man with a psychological barrier to women.

In this lifetime, he only made an exception for Ah Jiu. He still found all other women repulsive.

He had almost killed Murong Qian with his own hands. It was only considering that she was Ah Jiu’s cousin that he spared her life.

In the midst of overwhelming joy, Jun Yuyan held tightly to Ah Jiu’s hand, thinking that Ah Jiu was truly his salvation.

How could his Ah Jiu be so wonderful.

Murong Jiu had intended to take good care of Jun Yuyan for once, but unexpectedly, after the fact, Jun Yuyan, without any guidance, took good care of her in return.

The two behaved foolishly throughout half the night, resulting in both waking up late the next day.

Murong Jiu began to feel anxious as soon as she got up, giving all sorts of instructions to Zhou Chen and Yang Shan.

The more she wished for time to slow down, the faster it seemed to pass.

In the blink of an eye, the moment came for Jun Yuyan to leave home. Murong Jiu felt incredibly reluctant to part and escorted him all the way to the city gates.

The Second Prince had already arrived outside the city. From a distance, Murong Jiu could see Yun Weiwei, who seemed to be giving some last advice, still looking as delicate as ever. After finishing, she walked towards the city, looking back every three steps.

There was no sign of Murong Man, but that was to be expected.

The Second Prince’s Mansion was not airtight; whatever happened inside could not be kept secret.

Especially since the Second Prince’s Mansion had Jun Yuyan’s informants within.

Long before the day Murong Man was punished by Yun Weiwei’s maid with a long needle that caused her miscarriage and forced her to kneel for a long time leading to a severe hemorrhage, for which the Second Prince had even called the Imperial Physician, Murong Jiu had already been informed of the incident.

Only half a month had passed since then, and Murong Jiu had heard that Murong Man had been in grave danger that day and had barely been saved. It would likely take several months of recuperation for her to recover.

Murong Jiu also heard that after this incident, it would be extremely difficult for Murong Man to conceive again, and she must hate Yun Weiwei bitterly.

It seemed that even the Second Prince felt a trace of guilt towards Murong Man because of this.

Murong Jiu knew that Murong Man could never truly fall out of favor; however, her inability to give birth might make her even more twisted in character, and the Second Prince’s harem was sure to become livelier.

As for this, Murong Jiu didn’t really care, because Murong Man was unlikely to have a good ending. The real people she needed to be vigilant about were the Second Prince and the like.

Originally thinking the Second Prince was reluctant to go to battle, Murong Jiu was surprised to find him looking resolute, dressed in armor, indeed presenting a bit of the majestic warrior air.

Such an appearance could certainly awe the public; at first glance, people would think the Second Prince was bursting with valiant spirit, ready to bravely join the battle.

Jun Yuyan, on the other hand, wasn’t wearing armor. When Yun Weiwei passed by him, she suddenly said, “How come Prince Ling is still dressed in casual clothes? He doesn’t look ready to depart for battle.”

Yun Weiwei’s voice was soft and gentle, as if she was joking.

Some people just love to demean themselves. Couldn’t she just pass by without saying anything? Instead, she had to step on someone else.

Murong Jiu loudly defended Jun Yuyan:

“Second Princess Consort, don’t you know that it’s a three-thousand-mile journey to Hexi and all the warriors must travel light? Do you have any idea how heavy the Second Prince’s armor is? And do you know how much weight our Great Yan’s horses can carry? Prince Ling is going to support the Frontier Pass and must proceed with utmost speed. If everyone wore heavy armor like the Second Prince, how could the horses withstand it? How could they then rush to the rescue at the fastest speed?”

With these questions, Yun Weiwei’s complexion turned increasingly pale, and if not for her maids supporting her, she seemed as though she might collapse right there.

The people on Jun Yuyan and Su Kai’s side felt extremely satisfied, finding the Princess Consort’s words sharper than the blades on a battlefield.

Yun Weiwei got what she deserved; she intended to use the Prince to highlight the Second Prince, not realizing that the Second Prince had never been on a battlefield and knew nothing.

The Princess Consort’s words were like stripping away the Second Prince’s fig leaf, and the more you looked, the more the Second Prince resembled nothing but a decorative pillow.

The surrounding citizens who had come to see off the troops were nodding their heads, agreeing that Princess Consort Ling spoke well; Prince Ling was a War God, how could he be ignorant about how to march? With so many military campaigns under his belt, how dare the Second Princess Consort suggest Prince Ling was unprepared for battle? They were truly making a laughingstock of Prince Ling, and the Princess Consort’s words gave them a sense of immense satisfaction.

Looking over at the Second Prince’s side, even his usually mild expression seemed difficult to maintain.

He cursed inwardly at how foolish Yun Weiwei was, trying to humiliate Prince Ling in public but ending up causing him to lose face!