Her initial assessment had been based on conventional thinking—powerful cultivator, growing empire, political maneuvering.

But this display suggested something far more profound.

The casual ease with which he had produced these miracles, the way he seemed to see through her every scheme, even his mysterious wives who radiated power that made her Peak Core Formation cultivation—even though she had attained it with his help—feel laughable...

'He's too shrewd,' she realized, but also turned, clearly calculating that it might just be the best time for her to secure another pawn now that the one she had invested her time in had become useless. 'Even now, he might be doing something...'

With Chen effectively neutralized, she needed a new approach. The Emperor had made it clear that he saw through her manipulations, which meant direct confrontation was suicide.

But he had also shown an interesting weakness—his genuine affection for his wives.

Specifically, for Zhao Chen's mother.

Yu Xiang's lips curved in a calculating smile as the pieces clicked into place.

If she couldn't manipulate the Emperor directly, perhaps she could work through someone he cared about.

Someone who might be more amenable to reason, more susceptible to the right kind of influence.

She made her way back toward the palace complex, weaving through the celebrating crowds with practiced grace.

The main ceremony had concluded, leaving the three wives to handle various groups of guests while the Emperor had apparently withdrawn somewhere.

Given how several guests had arrived here, it was impossible for the Emperor to just leave them unattended. He might be greeting some important figures.

Considering Zhao Chen's mother was the Emperor's daughter-in-law, most likely she would not show herself to the guests due to embarrassment or awkwardness, though she had kissed the Emperor openly.

But overall, the chances of that woman being somewhere alone were high.

'I might not get a more perfect timing than this,' she thought. 'He'll be distracted, and she'll be vulnerable.'

She slipped into the palace proper, following marble corridors that seemed to shift and change when she wasn't looking directly at them.

The architecture made no sense—rooms that should have been connected were separated by vast distances, while spaces that appeared tiny from outside opened into chambers that could hold hundreds.

'More impossibilities,' she noted. 'I really have been thinking too small.'

The sound of voices drew her deeper into the complex, following whispered conversations and the echo of footsteps that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

But gradually, she began to sense a pattern—a pull toward the palace's heart that felt almost magnetic.

She found herself standing before a wall that looked identical to every other section of corridor, except for the faint light radiating from the stone.

As she approached, her fingers trailing along the surface, a door materialized with a soft chime.

'Not locked,' she observed with surprise. 'What is this whole place?'

Until now, while walking, she had noticed how everything around her did not make sense at all. It was as if she were inside a living maze—breathing, alive, shifting here and there.

The realization sent a chill down her spine, but she had come too far to retreat now.

Her ambitions, her very survival, depended on successfully setting up a connection with Zhao Chen's mother, who was the easiest target, as Yu Xiang could introduce herself as that woman's son's friend.

She stepped through the doorway and immediately froze.

The chamber beyond was opulent beyond imagination—silk hangings, flickering candles, scattered rose petals that filled the air with heady perfume.

'!'

But it was the scene in the center that stole her breath and left her mind reeling.

Emperor Tianlong sat on the edge of a massive bed, completely naked, his golden skin gleaming in the candlelight.

His physique was perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle defined with sculptural precision.

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But it was what he was doing that made her heart stop.

A woman lay across his lap—silver hair spread like liquid starlight, her body bearing the obvious marks of recent, intense activity. Even through the gossamer veil that still covered her face, Yu Xiang could see this was Zhao Chen's mother, naked on the bed.

And the Emperor's thick, half-erect cock was pressed against her lips, the head just parting the soft pink flesh as if he had been in the process of claiming her mouth when Yu Xiang arrived.

The sight hit her like someone had splashed cold water on her face.

"I... I... Emperor—Emperor, I don't..." The words tumbled from her lips in broken fragments as her mind struggled to process what she was seeing.

Slowly, deliberately, Emperor Tianlong's crimson-gold eyes met hers.

There was no surprise in his gaze, no embarrassment or anger at the intrusion.

It was confusing—so confusing that she thought he would be angry, that he would show his discontent at her barging in. But he just looked toward her with that same warmth one might show to someone close.

He sighed softly, the sound somehow managing to convey both resignation and anticipation.

"Sigh, why are you here at such a time, Yu Xiang?"

'I didn't even get to give my wife a deep throat...'

Tianlong's gaze remained steady on Yu Xiang's shocked face as he slowly shifted his hips forward, pressing the head of his half-erect cock against Ying Jia's parted lips.

The thick shaft, still glistening with their mixed fluids from their earlier session, rubbed against the soft pink flesh as if using her mouth to clean himself.

Pity—he had thought she would take time to arrive here, giving him enough time to prepare a show.

But whatever. The prey had delivered itself to him.

"Mmph..." Ying Jia stirred slightly, her silver lashes fluttering behind the gossamer veil, but she remained unconscious, her body limp and spent.

Yu Xiang stood frozen in the doorway, her violet eyes wide with horror and fascination as she watched the Emperor casually use his wife's lips like a cloth.

"System," Tianlong murmured quietly. Since the ambitious thief was here, he needed to show her his valuable gems. "Restore her energy. Let her guide energy herself."

Normally, through dual cultivation, the cultivation level transfer required the body's owner's consent. To let them become stable—that was the normal, safe process.

But now, he needed her to wake up and demonstrate herself.

[System Response: Vitality Transfer Initiated]

[Target: Ying Jia - Emergency Recovery Protocol]

[Energy Cost: 5,000 Vitality Points]

[Duration: Immediate awakening.]

A warm golden glow emanated from Tianlong's hand as he placed it on Ying Jia's silver hair, life force flowing directly into her exhausted form.

The effect was immediate—color returned to her milky white skin, marked red by his grip, hickeys, and dried strands of his cum. Her breathing deepened, and her silver eyes slowly opened behind the veil.

"Emperor?" she whispered, her voice hoarse but alert, confusion evident as she tried to orient herself.

Tianlong stood up slowly to full height, every muscle rippling under golden skin. His semi-hard cock swayed heavily between his legs, as if wanting to prepare Yu Xiang mentally to take it inside her in the future.

A good husband always prepared a soon-to-be wife mentally before physically.

'!'

"Hiek—!" Yu Xiang's breath caught in her throat as she took in the full sight of him.

Even half-erect, it was massive—thick as Yu Xiang's wrist, veined and intimidating, the head still damp from where it had pressed against his wife's lips.

This wasn't the composed Emperor from their previous encounters—this was a perverted man, naked and exuding a strange smell, with the entire room filled with aphrodisiac.

She could feel her legs weakening.

'I need to leave,' her rational mind screamed. 'I need to get out of here before—'

She spun toward the door, her heart hammering against her ribs, but her reaching hand met solid stone.

The doorway had vanished.

"What—" She pressed her palms against the smooth wall where the entrance had been moments before, panic rising in her throat.

The surface was seamlessly solid, as if there had never been a door at all.

Slowly, she turned back to face the room, her violet eyes wide with growing terror as understanding crashed over her.

He had trapped her here.

"Wait," Tianlong said calmly, his voice cutting through her rising panic. "I need your help."

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'N-no...!' The words sent ice through her veins.

Yu Xiang pressed her back against the wall, her calculating mind immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusions.

Her gaze flicked involuntarily to his massive cock, still hanging heavy and threatening between his legs, then back to his face.

'He's going to force himself on me,' the thought struck like lightning. 'That's why he trapped me here. That's why he—'

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