Broken clothes were scattered everywhere on the ground, and Prince Su was engaged in a fierce battle with two men. On the side, three men, either sitting or lying down, wore faces of satiation. Six of them bore the marks of post-coital bliss, the room was filled with an intense, decadent aura.

"Insolence!" the Emperor roared in fury.

Rumors had been circulating in the capital, alleging that Prince Su was indiscriminate with men and women – he had been doubtful but now saw the truth firsthand.

At the sound of this furious shout, the man being pressed under Prince Su trembled, his certain part instinctively contracting.

As Prince Su was at a critical juncture, the man's sudden tightening, while swollen flesh was still inside him, sent through waves of piercing pain, a chilling scream echoed, and Prince Su fell backward onto the floor, eyes tightly shut, fainting away.

His face was as pale as snow, beads of cold sweat as large as beans on his forehead, his groin limp and dangling, yet visibly swelling at a startling rate.

That wretched scream was like a bolt from the blue, startling the people around the tavern; nearly all were scared witless.

The faces of the Emperor and his three companions turned ashen.

Meanwhile, the other five men knelt on the ground, naked, their faces ashen, eyes brimming with despair.

"Sun Chuanmao, quickly summon Doctor Lv!"

Long Xuanmo, while shouting orders, strode over to the wardrobe, opened it, took out Prince Su's clothes, dressed him, and then carried him to the bed to lie down. He covered him with a blanket, tore down a tablecloth, curtains, and other items to throw to the five men, and finally retreated to the Emperor's side.

The Emperor merely watched Long Xuanmo's actions with a calm expression, his eyes veiling unfathomable dark glints.

Grand Prince and Prince Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Having experienced childhood trauma and the bloody battles on the battlefield, Momo had become cold-hearted. However, over the past year, his demeanor had gradually softened, probably influenced by that young girl (Ms. Yang), but this was a good thing.

Soon, Sun Chuanmao arrived with Doctor Lv, who knelt on the ground to greet them.

The Emperor, his face expressionless, waved his hand: "Go check on Prince Su." Then he sat down at the table, gesturing toward the inverted teacup in the middle of it.

Sun Chuanmao cleverly brewed his own tea without making a sound and presented it with both hands to the Emperor.

The Emperor, however, did not drink it and instead looked down at the tea leaves that floated and sank in the water, his expression somber, unfathomable.

Long Xuanmo, Grand Prince, and Prince Ning sat quietly on the side, maintaining silence.

Across from them, hidden beneath the roof, Yang Mengchen and Hai Tang peered through the open window and saw the situation inside – one's expression was as clear as water, and the other gleamed with schadenfreude.

Meanwhile, Doctor Lv carefully checked Prince Su's pulse. Despite the depletion of his vital essence (having serviced five robust men so furiously, anyone would be depleted, Prince Su seemed reckless with his life); otherwise, he seemed to have no serious issues. But that dreadful, piercing scream, which he too had heard, was unmistakably Prince Su's; perhaps there were other injuries?

Doctor Lv couldn't discern any other issues from the pulse and looked at Prince Ning. Both Grand Prince and Prince Chen were hostile toward Prince Su, but Prince Ning was only loyal to the Emperor and never engaged in factional disputes.

Seeing Prince Ning's eyes briefly sweep over Prince Su's lower body, Doctor Lv immediately realized, lifted the blanket, removed Prince Su's pants, and after examining the injured area, he gasped sharply, gently probed the injury, then knelt before the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, Prince Su's injury is serious. He requires diligent care, no less than a year to recover, and must abstain from sexual activity before he's healed; otherwise, he would be beyond help," Doctor Lv reported.

As Prince Su was slowly regaining consciousness, he happened to hear Doctor Lv's words. His face, already pallid, turned utterly colorless, his eyes flashing with a storm of venomous wrath. He suddenly whipped out the dagger hidden under his pillow and brutally threw it at the back of the kneeling guard who had caused his severe injury.

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