Chapter 262
Chapter 262
‘You think an idiot-looking fool like you is fit to be the author of this book?’
Princess Yingyan said.
“Go to the Imperial Academy and warn Jin Mucong. Tell him if he doesn’t write the second volume, I will kill him.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
The second female warrior left for the Imperial Academy to deliver the warning to Jin Mucong. Just then, the Sixth Prince, Yingjing, entered the room. Princess Yingyan merely glanced at him without any acknowledgment. She was the most willful princess in the entire capital, holding no one in regard except for the King and Queen.
‘If I want to hit someone, I’ll hit them.’
If it weren’t for the second volume of *Battle Through the Heavens*, Jin Mucong would already have been beaten to death by her. Princess Yingyan spoke to Yingjing.
“What is it? If you have nothing important to say, then get lost!”
The Sixth Prince, Yingjing, began to speak.
“Third Sister, someone made lewd remarks about you today. He said your hips are large and your waist is decent enough, but your thighs are too thick. He also said he’s been abstinent for so long that even a woman of your level made him hard.”
Hearing this, Princess Yingyan nearly exploded.
The son of the former Minister of Revenue had been hung from a tree and beaten half to death for saying her hips were too big. Did this person not know that? How dare he insult her to this extent?
‘He dared to say my thighs are thick? He called me a woman of “this level”? I am a noble beauty of the royal family. That bastard is courting death!’
“Who is he? I’ll go and kill him myself!”
“He is at the Jin Clan’s estate. Shen Lang, the live-in son-in-law of the Count of Xuanwu’s Estate.”
In a chilling voice, Princess Yingyan commanded her warriors.
“Come, we’re going to the Jin Clan’s villa to kill that son-in-law.”
* * *
Shen Lang had been waiting in the study the entire time for Princess Yingyan to storm in, so much so that he was about to fall asleep. In the end, it was not the princess who arrived, but Xiao Bing who entered.
“Bing’er, I told you I’d be sleeping alone tonight in honor of my wife. You should sleep by yourself today.”
Xiao Bing hesitated for a long moment before mustering her courage.
“Young Master, I… I think I’m pregnant.”
Shen Lang was stunned.
‘You’re… you’re pregnant? Mulan isn’t even pregnant, yet you are?’
“My monthly bleeding didn’t come last month, and I’ve been feeling the urge to vomit for a while now.”
Shen Lang asked in a shocked voice.
“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Why haven’t you seen Doctor An Zaishi to have your pulse checked?”
“I wanted to come to the capital with you, Young Master. If I were pregnant, you would have left me at the Count of Xuanwu’s Estate.”
‘How could you following me possibly be a good thing? Xiao Bing, if you’re pregnant, and it’s only been about two months… th-then that means I’ll have to sleep alone for a long time, won’t it?’
Just then, Thirteen rushed in like a whirlwind.
“Young Master, we have a problem! Princess Yingyan has forced her way into the estate with dozens of cavalrymen.”
In an instant, all of Shen Lang’s previous worries vanished, replaced by sheer delight.
‘The Thrice-Widowed Princess Yingyan, you’ve finally arrived!’
* * *
Shen Lang used his X-ray vision to look at Xiao Bing’s belly. She was indeed pregnant; he could see the fetus’s heart beating. This girl knew she was pregnant last month but kept it a secret until now.
‘You’re lucky this is the Jin Clan. Do you have any idea that if you pulled such a trick in any other family, the main wife would have you beaten to death?’
Shen Lang began to worry. Why wasn’t Mulan pregnant? In truth, the number of times Shen Lang had slept with Xiao Bing could be counted on one hand—only three or four times in the last few months. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep with Xiao Bing, but he simply didn’t have the energy left… Mulan was too incredible, and so breathtakingly beautiful, that Shen Lang poured all of his limited vigor into his wife.
After Shen Lang was able to perform his nightly duties normally, he and Mulan had slept together a staggering thirty-three times in one month. The two had discovered an immense pleasure and found it impossible to restrain themselves. Over several months, Shen Lang lost several pounds, and dark circles formed under his eyes. It was only after his mother-in-law took Jin Mulan aside for a quiet word that Mulan began to show some restraint, though their nights together were still frequent. Yet, Mulan had not become pregnant, and it wasn’t as if she could be using any contraception.
‘Could there be something wrong with my wife’s body? Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! I take that back! If anyone has a problem, it’s my own frail body. There’s no way there’s anything wrong with my wife. She must be perfectly healthy.’
* * *
Shen Lang said angrily.
“You wicked little wench. You knew you were pregnant, and you still planned to slip into my bed?”
Xiao Bing’s eyes were full of playful charm.
“I know many ways to serve you, Young Master. I can make you feel good without doing *that*.”
‘Hah! They say you can get a name wrong, but never a nickname. Your nickname, Xiao Bing the Lewd, certainly wasn’t a mistake.’
Shen Lang was at a loss for words.
“Alright, alright. I know you have exceptional skills, so hurry up and go. A tigress is about to storm in here.”
Xiao Bing’s eyes widened.
“Young Master, the Young Mistress told me to keep a close eye on you, to keep the nine-tailed foxes outside from seducing you.”
Shen Lang twisted her ear.
“Listen closely. The one coming is a tigress, not a nine-tailed fox. I’ve seen men who would pounce on a fox, but a man who pounces on a tiger will get bitten in one gulp and beaten to a pulp.”
Just then, the air filled with killing intent, and a tigress stormed in. She looked at Shen Lang and spoke coldly.
“Well said. Very well said indeed!”
The hair on the back of Shen Lang’s neck stood on end.
‘Damn it, why did she get here so fast?’
Shen Lang glared at Thirteen and Huang Feng.
‘What kind of job were you doing guarding the door to let her barge right into my room? Were you two busy flirting with each other with your eyes?’
Huang Feng said nothing.
‘You’re the one who explicitly told us not to stop Princess Yingyan when she arrived. And now you’re blaming us? You truly are a difficult person to serve.’
The Thrice-Widowed Princess stood in the room with a startling presence, instantly capturing everyone’s attention. She loved to wear fiery red, making her look as if her entire body was engulfed in flames. Moreover, she preferred the close-fitting attire of a warrior. While most women in this world favored skirts, Yingyan loved to ride horses and always wore riding breeches. When everyone else wears skirts and you alone wear pants, you naturally stand out. It was only natural for someone who didn’t conform to the majority’s appearance to be conspicuous.
As such, her attire was eye-catching, and the riding breeches only served to accentuate her physical features. Large hips and thick thighs! It wasn’t just Shen Lang who said so; the minister’s son who was beaten half to death had said it too. Perhaps everyone in the capital said it.
In truth, to be fair, it wasn’t an exaggeration. The Thrice-Widowed Princess’s hips were slightly larger than the average woman’s. Because she loved riding, their shape was quite—no, exceptionally—good. In a way, her perky rear could rival that of a South American samba dancer. Furthermore, her thighs being “thick” compared to the average woman of this world also meant they were firm and sleek. From a modern aesthetic perspective, firm, powerful thighs were attractive, making her, in fact, incredibly sensual.
* * *
Princess Yingyan asked.
“Are you that piece of human trash, Shen Lang?”
“I am.”
“Was it you who said today that my hips are large and my waist is decent, but my thighs are too thick?”
“It was!”
“And was it you who said you’ve been abstinent for so long that even a woman of my level made you hard?”
“Yes!”
The Thrice-Widowed Princess’s eyes seemed to spew fire.
‘He called me a woman of “this level”? What level am I? This lady is only twenty-four this year. While I may not be on par with my second sister, Yinghan, am I not still a considerable beauty? From the way you speak, you seem to look down on me, don’t you?’
The Thrice-Widowed Princess enunciated each word clearly.
“Did you know who I was when you said those things?”
“Yes!”
The moment she heard that, her killing intent soared.
“Do you know why I am called the Thrice-Widowed Princess?”
“I do.”
‘It’s because you cursed your husbands to death.’
“Then do you know why I left my husband’s home to live in the capital?”
‘Because you and your husband fought so much every day that even the dogs and chickens in the house fled.’
“If I didn’t leave, my husband would be beaten to death by me. I left his house to spare his life.”
‘Huh? Was that the reason? A family that marries a tigress like you must have been cursed with bad luck not for one lifetime, but for eight.’
“Today, a certain minister’s son said my hips were large and was hung from a tree and whipped a hundred times until he was a bloody mess. Shen Lang, you added several more insults about me. Why don’t you think about what punishment I should give you?”
How many insults had Shen Lang thrown at Yingyan? Three during the day, and another three to five just now while talking to Xiao Bing. That made a total of seven or eight. Did that mean he deserved eight hundred lashes? With Shen Lang’s physique, eighty would be enough to kill him.
“Shen Lang, you did say one thing that gave me a good idea.”
Every hair on Shen Lang’s neck stood on end.
“Guards! Strip this bastard’s pants off and hang him from a tree. Douse his manhood in water, and bring me an iron brush. Scrape it a hundred times!”
Hearing this, Shen Lang nearly wet himself.
‘Damn it! She really lives up to her reputation as the capital’s greatest menace. How did she even think of such a vicious punishment? I thought I was vicious enough, but it seems you’re on another level.’
Several female warriors stepped forward, pressed Shen Lang onto a table, and tried to pull down his pants. Xiao Bing rushed forward, shouting.
“Don’t take off the Young Master’s pants! If you have to strip someone, strip me!”
After saying it, however, Xiao Bing realized something was off and added.
“No, not my pants either. I’m pregnant.”
Hearing her words, Princess Yingyan looked at Xiao Bing’s belly with a complex expression. Outside, Huang Feng and Thirteen were extremely tense. Shen Lang had just told them not to come in, no matter what happened.
‘Does this mean… we have to stand by and watch the Young Master get castrated?’
“Move her aside.”
At Princess Yingyan’s command, two female warriors came and took hold of Xiao Bing from either side. They were incredibly strong, practically lifting her, but they were careful not to hurt her, especially making sure not to bump her stomach.
“Don’t hurt my Young Master! Don’t you dare hurt him….”
Xiao Bing cried out in alarm, instinctively reaching for her hidden weapon, the Storm of Pear Blossoms. But her hands were pinned by the female warriors, rendering her unable to move. It was a good thing the girl couldn’t draw her weapon, or things would have gotten much more complicated.
Shen Lang was held down on the table by four burly female warriors, completely immobilized. Then, a robust female warrior, standing eight feet tall with an equally impressive waistline, approached to remove his pants. What’s more, she wore a look of excited anticipation.