After finishing, Lu Ming put his penis in Wu Yangjun's mouth, making the mature woman lick it clean.
This act of sexual slavery was so degrading, yet the mature woman, sexually satisfied and subjugated, didn't care at all.
She diligently licked away the semen, and when Lu Ming stroked her head, a dazed and satisfied smile appeared on her face; she had completely succumbed!
"Your Majesty, the consultation is over. Today, I would like to humbly request Your Majesty to inscribe a name for my establishment. I wish to sell underwear and some women's products. However, due to customs and beliefs, I would like to request Your Majesty the Empress to inscribe the name," Lu Ming said respectfully as he approached.
He Wan, who had arrived at some point, was also kneeling before the low table.
Her eyes flickered, and she nodded slightly to Lu Ming, as if greeting him.
Their intimate relationship was not revealed; this was an unspeakable secret, meant to remain forever in their hearts.
Empress He swayed her head, the golden hairpin in her hair jingling softly. Her phoenix eyes fixed on Lu Ming, her slightly parted red lips alluring. "What inscription do you desire?" she asked.
"Your Majesty, I wish for an inscription: 'Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong.' I hope every mother can give birth smoothly, without having to face death." Lu Ming's voice was clear, yet it stirred ripples in the hearts of the three women.
Empress He was deeply moved. She herself had faced death during the birth of Liu Bian, and the experience still haunted her.
He Wan felt a mixture of longing and gratitude, believing Lu Ming was doing this for her sake.
Princess Wannian looked at her husband with adoration, completely oblivious to his actions.
Her husband could sleep with whomever he pleased, spending each night with a different woman. He had long since eroded her sense of shame, leaving only adoration for her husband and his enormous penis!
"You're quite thoughtful. I'm very pleased to have a son-in-law like you. Very well, I'll inscribe something for you, hoping you can live up to your words." Empress He summoned the Grand Chamberlain, picked up a brush, and wrote eight large characters on a piece of paper, then stamped each with her imperial seal!
With this seal, the shop's prized possession, a symbol representing the Empress's approval, was a powerful tool.
Selling underwear might sound unpleasant, but it was a matter of national and public benefit.
By sanctifying it, underwear, with its undeniable convenience, along with other feminine hygiene products like menstrual pads, could be seen as a gift from the Empress to all women.
It would also enhance the Empress's reputation and prestige. A reputation for virtue is crucial, extremely important.
Humans are driven by self-interest—either money or lust! If one desires neither, then fame and fortune are inevitable! This is reality; even the Empress, residing deep within the palace, is not immune!
And clearly, what Empress He desired was this reputation. As the mother of the nation, isn't it perfectly reasonable for her to advocate for women's interests? Holding the newly assigned calligraphy, Lu Ming was in an exceptionally good mood.
Without the advantages of a powerful aristocratic family, he could only rely on the benefits brought by the royal family to maximize his gains.
If he had been born into the Yuan family, he could have secured a very good position, becoming a prefect and building his own power base.
A prefect could already recruit talent, and if he became a governor, he could establish his own government and openly recruit talent.
Unfortunately, he now had Longxi Prefecture to manage, which was not bad.
He wasn't surprised at all that Emperor Ling might interfere; he just needed to keep him in check.
After Emperor Ling died, he could slowly develop his territory by establishing his own kingdom.
Empress He retrieved the seal and handed it to the Grand Chamberlain. Her jade-like hands, adorned with bright red nail polish, picked up the teacup again. "I heard Anmin is teaching Xie'er martial arts? I'd like Bian'er to learn alongside him as well."
"Your Majesty, I have no objection. It's just a method to strengthen muscles and bones; it's the same everywhere. If the two princes were together, they could keep each other company." Lu Ming had no objection; this was a trade-off.
With the Empress's inscription, he could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
And those underlings who wanted to take advantage of him would have to think twice. A beating of the underlings would deter those above from bothering him.
If the Empress had inscribed it, and someone still dared to lay a hand on him, they'd have to be wary of the Empress's retaliation.
Disrespecting the Empress would have serious consequences.
"As long as it's Anmin's instruction, I'm at ease. Send some ginger tea to the Grand Chamberlain's Palace when it's ready." Empress He liked this ginger tea very much; it made her feel much more energetic, and her lower abdomen felt warm and comfortable. "Your humble servant obeys. I shall take my leave now." Lu Ming naturally had no objections. A better relationship with Empress He meant he might have a chance to taste the lips of the mother of the nation in the future!
On the carriage ride back, Lu Ming couldn't resist any longer.
He began to grope Princess Wannian, leaving her breathless. She had already been violated once, and her vagina was still swollen and red.
Lu Ming, however, disregarded everything and thrust into her, kissing his wife's red lips as he continued his assault.
The carriage was still in the palace, yet he was having sex with the princess right there—it was incredibly pleasurable!
Poor Princess Wannian, by the time they returned to the residence, she had already fainted. Lu Ming had to carry her back to her room to rest; enduring so much defilement and so many orgasms would leave her exhausted!
Upon arriving at the greenhouse, Lu Ming found a corner to sit down. The greenhouse was filled with farmland, and in the center were three beehives.
Inside, bees were kept, circling several nearby flower fields.
The flower fields sustained the bees' daily needs and provided nectar; he only needed to occasionally feed them, or leave them unattended.
Providing occasional food improved the quality of the honey; the difference was only in taste.
This greenhouse was a treasure, used to grow many out-of-season vegetables.
Once planted, he only needed to spray them once with a pesticide made from chili peppers, and then he could leave them alone.
The open-air water tank automatically irrigated the fields; he built it in his spare time.
Now, the first-aid kit has been upgraded.
He could build a greenhouse and a stable inside. The greenhouse would accelerate plant growth, and the stable could house animals.
He couldn't keep warhorses, but he could provide shelter for his pets—his mounts—to meet their needs.