She pondered for a long while but couldn't figure it out. She wondered if it was just her being overly suspicious or if there was really something wrong with the jade hairpin.
As she tossed and turned in bed, she murmured softly, "Your Majesty, what a strange question. Of course it's my husband."
A flicker of doubt crossed Murong Min's face. She had said something different just now, but he merely stretched out his arm and placed it around her slender waist.
He didn't pursue the matter further.
However, her completely different answers within such a short time made him a bit unhappy.
In the depths of winter in the Northern Yan Dynasty, the snow fell like a curtain, rustling down. On the other side of the imperial city, the golden tiles and red walls of the Prince Yuzhang's Mansion were also covered with a thick layer of snow, which seemed to have spurred the cold - blooming plum blossoms in the forest to burst into full bloom.
The fragrant plum blossoms bravely bloomed in the cold, but now their branches were heavily weighed down by the snow. There was an ice bead on the stamen in the light - pink petals, reflecting a man in a black robe who was getting closer.
Huo Wei returned to this brand - new mansion with a gloomy face. It was a luxurious residence bestowed upon him by Murong Min. It was the largest and most spacious mansion in the entire imperial city, but also the quietest one, almost devoid of any human activity.
The wind on this snowy day made the after - effects of the wine even more intoxicating. He went into the room and collapsed onto the bed. As he closed his eyes, the false smile of the demonic queen appeared in his mind.
He suddenly opened his black eyes wide. Finding the main room surrounded by silence and darkness, he slowly closed his eyes again.
In the Changle Side Hall of the deep palace of the Northern Yan Dynasty, the dim candle flames flickered. Shadows flitted behind the gauze curtain. Outside the curtain, a silk dress and long boots were casually discarded.
"Huo Wei, are you willing?" The beauty looked at him with her wet and charming eyes full of affection. The last layer of thin gauze slipped off her alluring shoulders.
He was bare - chested, his blood boiling hot, and his breathing becoming increasingly low and rapid.
He held her small face in his hands and greedily kissed her. His dominant kiss rampaged between her lips and teeth, but he didn't answer her question.
The soft moans of the beauty echoed in his ears. She frowned slightly and slowly pushed him away. "What if your father finds out? Aren't you afraid?"
Huo Wei's vision was a bit blurry. The face of the beauty was not very clear, but it seemed as if he had seen her somewhere before.
His well - defined fingers lifted the beauty's delicate wrist above her head. He pressed his body down, a disdainful look in his fierce eyebrows. "What's there to be afraid of that old man?"
His black eyes burned with passion. A tingling sensation ran up his spine and exploded in his head. He hugged the beauty tightly against his chest and commanded, "Then call out my name."
The shadows behind the gauze curtain intertwined. Only the soft moans could be heard in the ear. The dim candle flames flickered even more violently, and the evil thoughts became more intense.
The beauty softly let out a long and charming sound, "Your Majesty..."
Huo Wei suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look at the side of the bed, his eyebrows furrowing. "When did you come in?"
The third prince, Murong Jue, with his heroic and sunny handsome face, leaned over. There was still a bit of naivety of a young prince on his tough and handsome face. "Brother, who were you calling an old man just now?"
Huo Wei glanced at him. Looking past his shoulder, he realized that it was already broad daylight.
Over the years, he had always gotten up to practice martial arts before dawn. How could he have slept until now last night?
His thin lips were as sharp as a blade. He said calmly, "I don't have the habit of talking in my sleep."
Murong Jue argued, "Not only do you talk in your sleep, but were you just having a wet dream? Are you cured?"
Huo Wei threw off the brocade quilt and got out of bed. He wasn't wearing any clothes. He was used to sleeping bare - chested even in the bone - chilling cold. He walked to the table and casually swallowed a few mouthfuls of the cold tea.
His thick and strong arms held the teacup. His narrow waist slightly undulated in harmony with his eight well - defined abdominal muscles. He was like a majestic beast, sexy and charming.
His voice was hoarse and lazy from just waking up. He coldly said, "Either get out by yourself or I'll throw you out."
Murong Jue touched his slightly plump belly and said dejectedly, "Brother, with your figure, let me be a woman in my next life!"
Huo Wei placed the teacup on the table and turned his broad shoulders. "Speak. What do you want from me?"
Murong Jue walked over with a big smile.
"For your sake, brother, I've been running around like crazy. I have a way to cure the hidden injury you got on the battlefield."
Saying that, he quickly fetched a fur robe from the clothes rack for Huo Wei to put on.
Huo Wei slowly put on the clothes. "If you can't cure it, I'll make you the same as me."
After getting dressed, he smiled faintly. He put his arms around Murong Jue's shoulders and walked out, looking like real brothers.
Murong Jue had known him for several years. When they were fighting on the border of the Western Liao Dynasty, Murong Min had sent Murong Jue to the west to train under Huo Wei.
Gradually, they became as close as real brothers.
Murong Jue truly admired Huo Wei from the bottom of his heart. He thought that Huo Wei was very different from his other royal brothers. At least, he was sincere to others.
On the battlefield, Huo Wei had saved his life more than once.
Whenever he was in danger, Huo Wei would come to his rescue regardless of the cost.
Getting off the carriage in front of the mansion, Huo Wei turned to stare at him. "If I remember correctly, one should go to a medical clinic to see a doctor, not a brothel."
Murong Jue insisted on dragging him in.
"Come on. For your sake, brother, I've spent a fortune to rent out the Hundred - Flower Brothel. Let's go in now and get you treated!"
A sneer played on Huo Wei's lips. "It's the first time I've seen someone visiting a brothel just as it's getting light."
The Hundred - Flower Brothel was the top - class brothel in the Northern Yan Dynasty, only accessible to the powerful and wealthy. The girls here had been raised here since childhood and had never left the brothel.
They had been trained since childhood to be what different powerful and wealthy men liked, and they were very skilled. Even the least outstanding girl here would be a top - class courtesan in other places.
The girls in the Hundred - Flower Brothel were so excited that they couldn't sleep well the whole night when they heard that the famous Prince Yuzhang and the third prince were coming. They got up early to dress and make up.
Huo Wei was sitting in the main seat, his long and rough legs casually resting on the low table. The man exuded a kind of boldness and killing aura from his battlefield experiences.
He was sipping his morning tea absent - mindedly, his black eyes only looking at the tea in the cup.
Murong Jue whispered a reminder.
"Brother, what are you looking at? Look at the girls! I asked the imperial doctors in the palace. They said that your hidden injury needs the stimulation of beautiful women. With more stimulation, you'll get better."
Murong Jue knew that Huo Wei had suffered a serious injury on the battlefield in his early years, which had damaged his private parts, and he had since been impotent.
Now, this heroic man who had made great contributions to the Northern Yan Dynasty had to endure such humiliation. Murong Jue was more anxious than his own mother.
It was also he who told Emperor Murong Min that Huo Wei was no different from a eunuch and might never have an heir. Since then, Huo Wei had been given the special order to move freely in the imperial palace.
Outsiders only knew that Murong Min doted on Huo Wei without a bottom line, but only the three of them knew that even if Huo Wei was placed among women, nothing would happen.
Huo Wei's long, ink - colored eyelashes swept across the group of charming girls. He coldly said, "It stinks of vice."
Murong Jue quickly got up and pulled a pure and lovely girl over. "Do you like this delicate girl in a white dress?"
Huo Wei glanced at her. "Bland."
Murong Jue then pulled over a more mature girl with extremely plump breasts. "How about this one? She's so charming!"
Huo Wei shook his head. "Too slutty."
Murong Jue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"What kind of girl do you want? What kind of girl can stimulate you? Brother, while you're still young and easy to recover, you have to act quickly!"
The madam pulled over a girl who looked like a high - class lady and recommended her enthusiastically.
"This girl is dignified and generous. She's proficient in poetry, songs, and all kinds of arts. She's very talented. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also talented. What does Your Highness think?"
Huo Wei coldly said, "Boring."
The atmosphere among the girls suddenly cooled down. These three girls were the top - notch ones here. How high was this Prince Yuzhang's standard?
At this time, a woman slowly walked down the stairs. Her hair was loosely coiled, with only a gold hairpin in it. She was wearing a bright red long dress.
At this moment, Huo Wei also slowly raised his eyes, and his black eyes landed directly on her.