Chapter 118: The Debauched Eighth Prince
The Eighth Prince was notoriously known in the capital as a profligate son of a noble.
Relying on his mother's powerful family, he got whatever he wanted—fiefs, residences, and silver were all readily available. Once, he even caused trouble by forcibly taking the beautiful wife of a certain civil official, but he was only punished with a month of confinement and self-reflection before the major issue was resolved into a minor one.
Everyone knew the Eighth Prince liked beautiful women and often spent fortunes in brothels. Many officials with ulterior motives tried all sorts of ways to send beauties to the Eighth Prince's residence. After all, His Highness the Crown Prince was always out fighting wars. If he kicked the bucket on the battlefield one day, the most promising successor to the Crown Prince would be the Eighth Prince.
However, no one knew for sure why the Eighth Prince never liked shy, unopened "little beauties," but uniquely preferred gorgeous, mature married women. Those who were especially debauched suited his taste the most.
From his venomous perspective, sharpened by years of conquering the "scene of love," Minister Sun's only daughter, who dared to overstep and have premarital relations with the Crown Prince—and on top of that, under the influence of an aphrodisiac—was definitely a woman who knew how to play. With a little "development," she would surely be slutty and wanton.
He had just groped Sun Jiaojiao's hand on the street. Not only did she not get angry, she even smoothed it over calmly. He was certain that Sun Jiaojiao was a woman who could "play"—at least she wouldn't be a chaste and heroic woman who would cry, throw a fit, and hang herself just from a simple touch.
The Eighth Prince returned to the Eighth Prince's Residence, dejected. His beautiful concubine, Nishang, fawningly welcomed him, drilling straight into his arms. "My lord~ Why are you only back now?"
After speaking, Nishang reached a hand into the Eighth Prince's trousers. Feeling that his "dragon root" was already slightly erect, her heart leaped with joy. She hooked the Eighth Prince's waistband, luring him towards her own courtyard.
Meilan and Yuze, who were a step behind, could only watch Nishang cling to the Eighth Prince, glaring helplessly.
"Vixen!"
"Look at her indecent appearance..."
The two women were whispering and complaining when they suddenly saw the Eighth Prince push Nishang away impatiently, saying unhappily, "Are you full and have nothing better to do? Hooking a man's waistband in broad daylight, what decency is this? Where do you think this is? A public market?"
Nishang felt wronged...
When she hooked the Eighth Prince's waistband in the past, she never saw him dislike it. Why was he so angry today? And the Eighth Prince was clearly already erect...
"My lord..." She wanted to speak but stopped, standing there aggrieved, wringing her handkerchief, not knowing what to do.
"Hehe."
"Shameless. You got disliked, didn't you?"
Meilan and Yuze were delighted. Seizing the chance while Nishang was being scolded by the Eighth Prince, they hurried up to him.
"My lord, you must be tired. Let me take off your shoes."
"My lord, Yuze will brew you some tea..."
Before the two could finish, the Eighth Prince impatiently shooed away all the women buzzing around him. "All of you, get as far away as possible! Scram, scram, scram!"
Seeing the women all standing in the courtyard, looking aggrieved, the Eighth Prince became even more annoyed.
"Can't you understand human words? Scram..."
After dismissing the "orioles and swallows" (his women), the frustrated fire in the Eighth Prince's heart had nowhere to vent. The image of Sun Jiaojiao disdainfully tossing the silver ingot at him in the market kept replaying in his mind, like a scratching kitten, making his heart itch.
Dammit...
The Eighth Prince paced back and forth, agitated. The more he paced, the more impatient he became.
Finally, he snapped his fan shut and made a very impulsive decision—why not... climb over the wall of the Minister's Residence?
No sooner said than done!
He summoned a personal expert guard, changed into an inconspicuous set of clothes, and hurried towards the Minister's Residence.
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