Ignoring Diao Chan and Aunt Yu's conversation, when Lu Ming returned to his room, Princess Wannian was already awake.
He lewdly picked her up and carried her to Cai Yan's room.
Under Cai Yan's shy gaze, he entered Princess Wannian's body.
Their morning debauchery was fixed; if they had nothing else to do, they would almost always have sex.
"I plan to take Diao Chan as a concubine in a few days. What do you two ladies think?" Lu Ming, now with another woman on top of Cai Yan, asked.
Cai Yan, courtesy name Wenji.
Close female friends called her Wenji, while Cai Yan was the name used by outsiders.
This was common practice in ancient times; close friends addressed each other by their courtesy names, while those with less close relationships used their given names.
Princess Wannian lay on her side beside her, smiling as she watched her friend's shy expression. She reached out and stroked Cai Wenji's breasts. "I have no objection," she said, "My husband should take more women back, so the Lu family can have more offspring. My husband is too strong; I can hardly keep up! My face is all red. If you feel sorry for me, please take a few more sisters back to share the burden."
Cai Wenji moaned and groaned as she was being penetrated, unable to utter a complete sentence. Seeing her husband's mouth again on her tender white feet, and his enormous penis growing even larger, she knew he was about to ejaculate!
He was about to shoot his thick, hot semen into her body, taking her to the peak of ecstasy.
"Mmm...ah...this concubine...ah...oh...ah...no...opinion...ah...husband...ah...happy...this concubine...is happy...ah...oh...this concubine...can't take it anymore...ah...husband...oh..."
Looking at the talented goddess beneath him, this alluring and beautiful woman, the object of countless lustful men in Luoyang, now panting softly beneath him.
She was his wife, whom he could freely control, thrusting wantonly upon her seductive body!
The warm, moist vagina gave his penis extreme pleasure. His domineering body gave him boundless stamina and a frenzied urge. He wished he could ejaculate all his sperm into her, covering her womb, her vagina, even her entire body with his semen!
At the moment Lu Ming ejaculated, Cai Wenji's lively eyes became dull, rolling upwards, her neat, white teeth chattering.
"Oh...husband...it's going to...break...ah..."
Lu Ming forcefully bit Cai Wenji's tender white toes, thrusting his lower body upwards until it reached deep into her cervix before ejaculating a thick stream of semen!
The surging semen, through the penis penetrating her vagina, directly filled the woman's uterus at the end of her vagina.
Princess Wannian watched, her heart pounding with excitement, yet her vagina remained unusually calm; she was still trying to clench the semen.
She had asked the pregnant Wang Li and her daughter, who said that after a man's semen was ejaculated inside, one should clench as tightly as possible, keeping the semen inside the body for as long as possible, thus increasing the chances of pregnancy!
She was no longer young, twenty years old, it was time to have a child.
Besides, in Longxi County, there was a wife she had never met!
Extending Cai Wenji's jade-like toes, Lu Ming climbed off her.
Immediately, a maidservant came over with a hot towel to wipe his sweat, while another bent down and took his penis in her mouth, cleaning it.
The life of a feudal landlord in ancient times was so simple and unpretentious. So many women serving one man, with maidservants even helping to massage his buttocks—something unthinkable, yet it actually happened!
He comfortably enjoyed the maidservants' service, without having to lift a finger; they took care of everything.
The wicked life of a landlord was truly addictive!
At this moment, Lu Ming thought of his mother. If only he could reunite with her.
When he arrived at the Zhaohou mansion, all eight of Zhaohou's sons were already waiting there.
Even the reluctant Liu Bi was waiting at the gate.
Fortunately, there weren't many pedestrians around, otherwise they would have been stared at like monkeys.
"Hmm, not bad. I thought some of you wouldn't come, what a pity. Now, don't bring anything, run to the east gate. Immediately, right now." Lu Ming finished speaking and mounted his horse. "If you're not here within half an hour, don't bother coming. Lin Rong, you take some men and keep an eye on them."
Lu Ming was already late, and before they could even ask what he wanted, he was issuing orders.
This infuriated Liu Bi, but remembering his mother's instructions, he could only grit his teeth and obey.
This concerned the succession to the marquisate. The old rule of primogeniture, or the rule of the legitimate heir, was all nonsense; ability was the only thing that mattered.
Lu Ming was a favorite; getting his guidance or cultivating a good relationship would ensure a good future.
At a certain point, talent was necessary, but even more important was managing interpersonal relationships.
Only with good interpersonal relationships and wide connections could things be done easily.
This was reality, and it was what had to be done.
Liu Bi looked down on Lu Ming, seeing him as nothing more than a dog who had climbed his way up. No matter how high he rose, he was still just a dog!
He was the son of the Marquis of Zhao; even beasts are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, and being arrogant and incompetent is commonplace.
These scions of powerful families simply look down on those from humble backgrounds.
So what if he's capable?
Capable people can only serve as dogs for the powerful!
The others exchanged furtive glances, but one of them took the lead and ran off towards the east gate, wasting no time.
Lu Ming looked at the man, memorized his appearance and name, and then turned and left.
Of the eight men, there were bound to be one or two who could be of use. If there were none, then it was only fair that the so-called Marquis of Zhao would be swallowed up by history, unable to even make a ripple—that was truly justified.
He must have died of tuberculosis; none of his eight sons were of any use, and he quickly fell from the ranks of the elite to the mundane, fading into obscurity.
The Marquis of Zhao may not die so soon, but his son is incompetent; he truly can't even maintain Chengdu. Those destined to decline will still decline.
Without giving them a chance to object, Lu Ming simply wanted to establish his authority. To use these scions of noble families, he had to suppress their arrogance and make them obedient.
As for what to do, he had already planned a series of menial tasks to assign to these people, starting with menial work.
Anyway, he needed some people to do menial tasks. Once their temperaments were tempered, he would slowly begin to promote them according to their abilities and personalities, provided they could persevere.