Chapter 17 A Potent Brew
We never expected the Hechi King to be uninterested in beauty.
When Yin Xiu offered him wine, he even praised her and suggested giving her to his son Danba.
We exchanged glances and gritted our teeth. I pressed down on her skirt again under the sleeve.
Yin Xiu cried out, stretched her silver arms, and pulled the Hechi King close.
Her eyes were silk, her fragrant body half revealed. She whispered that His Majesty only knew her face was beautiful but did not know the many other advantages she possessed.
Any man would lose himself in that charm.
That night she was kept inside the royal tent.
My whips could finally go into the pot.
I carefully stewed a bowl of tonic soup and delivered it before their passion could ignite.
Su Chengyu’s information had said the Hechi King avoided the harem because he was weak.
After drinking my soup, I guaranteed he would become more vigorous than any stud bull in the stables.
A fifty-year-old man who had nearly dried up suddenly received sweet spring water. He instantly grew energetic.
How could he not love her to the bone?
This was his belated love.
The next day the Hechi King gave Yin Xiu a luxurious tent and prepared to enshrine her as his consort on an auspicious date.
I took a handkerchief soaked with blood, fled the tents in panic, and ran to find those four guards.