Chapter 149: Abusing the Tang Dog Again — Your Goddess Falls Into My Arms, Your Sister-in-Law Is Mine to Bully (1)
With a trace of sentiment and disappointment—more of the latter, really.
That was because the recent act hadn't contributed the slightest bit to his cultivation.
Sigh, wasting his stamina like that... wasn't it kind of a loss?
If the Empress knew he was acting all pitiful after getting the goods, she'd probably turn on him on the spot.
His eyes gazed into the distance, thoughtful.
Conquering the Princess Consort wasn't really the goal for him—just part of the process.
There was a bit of satisfaction, but not much, because honestly, it hadn't been a challenge.
If even holding a handle on her couldn't bring her down, then that just meant he was weak.
His true target was the master behind the Princess Consort!
That destined true dragon, blessed by the will of the people—Queen of Loulan!
Compared to the venomous Empress, Queen Loulan possessed even more astonishing talent.
In the latter parts of the storyline, she was one of the few heavyweight female leads who could go toe-to-toe with his own monarch!
There was no need to elaborate on the beauty and brilliance of the Imperial Beauty.
Such an exceptional heroine—there was no way he'd let her go.
When Su Qing left, the room was silent. No one came out to see him off.
It wasn't that Princess Consort didn't want to, she simply couldn't.
That incredibly strange experience had left her completely drained.
She could only lie weakly on the bed, covering her flushed face, trying hard to stay calm.
But the soreness in her lower body kept pulling her thoughts back, making it impossible to forget.
That mature, seductive face was tinged with a drunken blush, exuding a natural allure.
The expensive hairpin had been tossed into a corner, and her hair was an utter mess.
Clearly, it had been yanked pretty hard while being used as a handle.
The tailor-made, exquisite long dress was now in tatters, barely clinging to her body.
The soft couch was littered with scraps of ruined fabric—it was clearly no longer wearable.
Her long, curvy legs were limp and powerless, trembling faintly even though he had already left.
Not only that, the usually dignified eyes now shimmered with tears.
The wet marks at the corners of her eyes made it clear—she had cried out loud.
She bit her red lips, and the sting at the corner of her mouth finally woke her up a bit.
Thinking about the way she'd been treated just now, shame and anger surged in her chest.
For so many years she'd lived in luxury, high above others—when had she ever been humiliated like this?
Yet in front of a mere boy, she'd tasted complete and utter shame for the first time.
The disgrace of having her dignity trampled and being ravaged so freely overwhelmed her.
But... as humiliating as it all was, why was there something strange stirring inside her?
Recalling that other side of Su Qing, her delicate body trembled involuntarily.
"Mmm... huff..."
Han Jin Xiu shuddered, letting out a small muffled moan.
No... she couldn't keep thinking about this!
The unwanted fetish that was sprouting had to be suppressed with all her might.
After regaining a bit of strength, the Princess Consort finally stood up with determination.
She moved slightly, but her legs wouldn't cooperate, turning her steps into a stumbling hobble.
Like undergoing rehab, she clung to the furniture and started slowly moving around.
There was no helping it—whether she sat or lay down, it was unbearably uncomfortable, so she had to walk it off.
Though her eyes still shimmered with tears, there was also visible stubborn resolve.
She had to achieve her goal, no matter the cost!
I haven't lost. I will complete this mission!
Han Jin Xiu cheered herself on in her heart, and her mindset finally steadied a bit.
Some of her former confidence had returned, though beneath that confidence hid a sliver of fear.
That fear... was directed at the unfathomable Su Qing!
In the capital.
Outside, battle raged on as soldiers went after the escapees.
Tang Xuan wasn't about to waste this golden opportunity. He planned to launch a rescue inside the imperial prison.
Right now, the prison's defenses would definitely be thinner.
He had to seize this moment to save his sister-in-law and get her somewhere safe!
But good intentions aside, execution had a few small problems.
Though defenses had weakened, they weren't gone entirely!
From the outside, the number of patrolling soldiers was down by half compared to usual.
If he tried to force his way in, who knew how many elite guards might leap out and pin him down?
After a moment's hesitation, Tang Xuan gave up on the idea of storming in.
If brute force wouldn't work, he'd have to sneak in disguised…
But disguised as who? That required careful thought.
A short while later—
Wearing tattered clothing and balancing a shoulder pole, Tang Xuan walked toward the prison.
One end of the pole carried a shit bucket. The other… also a shit bucket.
They were empty, but the stench was absolutely foul.
He felt like he'd sacrificed so much for his sister-in-law!
High-level infiltration often required the simplest approach.
This identity was perfect—no one would think to check him.
If he'd worn something more respectable, people would've asked for passes or tokens.
But who'd demand a permit from a guy hauling dung?
Sure enough—
Passing soldiers merely glanced at him and even stepped aside.
Tang Xuan was very satisfied with this result.
Holding his breath to endure the smell circling his nose, he was full of confidence.
Heh, so much for the great prison—come and go as I please!
"Hurry up, do your job already, damn, you reek!"
A jailer at the door looked at Tang Xuan with disgust and barked at him.
Clearly, he was meant to go in and clean out the cells one by one.
Tang Xuan's grip on the shoulder pole tightened for a second, but thinking of his perfect plan, he held back.
A fawning smile spread across his face as he walked toward the first cell.
Just cleaning, right? He... he could definitely handle that!
Unknowingly, he'd soon see his sister-in-law. When the time came, he'd knock out the jailer and give her his clothes!
He went in alone, and he'd come out with her—absolutely seamless!
Time ticked by.
Tang Xuan gradually worked his way up to the top floor.
Fortunately, this area was clean, unlike the nauseating conditions below.
Unfortunately, he hadn't found his sister-in-law.
But that didn't make sense!
Based on his observations, she should've been kept on the upper level…
"Hey, kid, if you're done cleaning, get lost. What are you staring at over here?"
"That fairy-like woman was already taken by Lord Su this morning. You wanna take a peek too?"
The jailer sneered.
Tang Xuan nearly fainted from rage.
He'd worked so hard to get up here, only to arrive a step too late!
Why did it have to be this morning of all days? Why couldn't it have been delayed by just one more day?!
Besides, getting captured and taken to that bastard's mansion... might be even worse than staying in prison!
He didn't even dare imagine what horrors she'd endured—probably nothing short of brutal torment!
Heart aching, Tang Xuan left the prison with two full buckets of filth.
Empty when he went in, full when he came out.
Notably, everyone who saw him gave him a wide berth.
He quickly slipped into a corner, tossed away his tools, and changed out of the stinky clothes.
Even though they hadn't been soiled directly, the stench still clung like a curse.