At the age when King Luo Rong was becoming more aware of his destiny, the instances of meeting someone naked barely reached five… He claimed his intimate area was like eight taels of pork, which was not an exaggeration. However, because of this, no one could endure him. The queen, being a devout Buddhist, would have joined a nunnery long ago if not for the sacred decree. As a result, she was extremely indifferent to sexual matters, and on their wedding night just seeing King Luo Rong’s private part made her cry and refuse.
The next day, the queen sent her maid, who came as part of her dowry, to King Luo Rong, making her his concubine. However, that maid, on the night of their consummation, though not resisting, endured the pain and was terribly frightened.
King Luo Rong’s five attempts resulted in the queen giving birth to a crown prince and the concubine bearing a son, but the age gap between the crown prince and the second son was a whopping nineteen years. King Luo Rong wasn’t a widower, but his life was hardly different from one.
Despite claiming to have done it five times, it couldn’t be considered lovemaking at all. It was King Luo Rong taking matters into his own hands, doing what he needed, and moving on. He knew his private part was terrifying, and he didn’t want to trouble the queen and the concubine, only hoping they could bear him two children to at least give him some closure.
Despite being a royal prince, King Luo Rong, being a stranger to the taste of lovemaking, left deep scars on the two women. He felt inferior and didn’t want to harm others again, leading a life of self-restraint and minimal desire, focusing on raising his two sons. When the urge became unbearable, he turned to his fifth sister. It could be said that if Guo Zimu hadn’t taken the initiative, King Luo Rong, even if he developed feelings, would have buried them deep inside. He was old, and that part of him was unpleasant.
However, Guo Zimu took the initiative. Crying and begging, he wanted only him. King Luo Rong’s heart, dried up for almost a lifetime, was now watered by Guo Zimu’s initiative, causing a sprout named love to stir.
When they became intimate, it hurt a lot. Even with enough lubrication, King Luo Rong sweated profusely due to the pain. But Guo Zimu forcefully held onto King Luo Rong, not allowing him to escape or withdraw. It hurt, but he willingly endured it.
His crude part gradually entered the beautiful, soft, and warm body like a heavenly being descending to the mortal realm. Beads of sweat dripped down King Luo Rong’s back. His eyes were hot and he eagerly kissed every accessible part of Guo Zimu, not delving any deeper. This was enough.
“Uncle Murong, want me, do you want me?”
“You will hurt…”
“It won’t hurt. You want me, want me!”
The night had deepened, yet the candles in the Feiliu Courtyard were still burning. On the bed, there were ambiguous moans of pain, but more of happiness and contentment. King Luo Rong didn’t know that life could be so happy. Guo Zimu wiped the sweat from King Luo Rong’s forehead and his satisfied smile made King Luo Rong unable to control his tremors.
“Ugh…” Everyone in this world has a true soulmate. Some are fortunate enough to find them, while others die without ever knowing who that person is. King Luo Rong belonged to the latter category throughout his life. But just as he was about to step into the coffin, Guo Zimu appeared. This young man, with a face that could topple nations, fell for him, this old man. King Luo Rong didn’t understand. Was this mutual affection? He only knew that he had never been so happy… so, so happy.
The night King Luo Rong returned to the mansion, he stayed at the Feiliu Courtyard! Early the next morning, rumors were already flying around King Luo Rong’s mansion. The most infuriated was the crown prince, Murong Yi. He received a beating for no reason!
King Luo Rong, who would normally get up around three past dawn, only showed up at six o’clock. As soon as he showed up, he received a complaining look from his son. Father, you really are a beast! This is what you said yourself!
The General’s mansion sent someone to pick up the three children, as His Majesty wanted to meet them. The three large tigers also went along, His Majesty wanted to see them too. However, one could imagine the commotion this group would cause in the capital. Going out with such a grand entourage, they couldn’t be more ostentatious.
Murong Yi had someone take his younger brother, Murong Hui, out for a stroll, and he did it on purpose. He wanted to “interrogate” his own father, King Luo Rong, away from the “unwanted crowd.” When King Luo Rong saw his eldest son, his old face turned slightly red. Last night, he had solemnly declared that he had no such intentions towards Guo Zimu, only to bring him to bed later. Despite the embarrassment, he still had to face his son’s accusing eyes.
After instructing the steward to have the cooks prepare some chicken soup and plain porridge to fill his stomach, King Luo Rong summoned his eldest son to the study. As soon as they entered the study, Murong Yi protested. “Dad, you said he wasn’t the little stepfather you found for me!”
King Luo Rong sat down, awkwardly saying, “Son, I didn’t mean it that way.” Murong Yi raised an eyebrow. “Then how come things turned out this way?” Of course, King Luo Rong wouldn’t mention that Guo Zimu had taken the initiative. If he hadn’t intended it, even if the other person initiated, he wouldn’t have gone through with it! In the end, it was him who had taken the first step.
Sighing, King Luo Rong said, “Yi, Dad initially didn’t have that intention. Son, I like Little Zimu but at Dad’s age I could make him my son. Dad can’t delay him and, even more, can’t ruin him. But sometimes, one’s heart tends to act beyond one’s control.”
Murong Yi asked, “Does he like you?” King Luo Rong smiled, a smile Murong Yi had never seen on his father’s face. “Yes, he likes me too.” King Luo Rong’s smile and this statement left Murong Yi somewhat bitter. Trying to sound casual, he said, “If you both like each other and Dad clearly has taken advantage, then just quickly bring him into the family.”
King Luo Rong’s expression became more serious as he said, “Yi, Dad wants to marry him as a legal wife.” The ease on Murong Yi’s face vanished. King Luo Rong said, “It’s not Little Zimu’s request, it’s Dad’s decision. Little Zimu is a pitiable child. Despite having a handsome appearance, he doesn’t dare to reveal his true identity. He’s a good kid, forced into begging by someone. Originally, he didn’t want to come to the capital, but Dad dragged him here against his will.”
King Luo Rong recounted the hardships faced by the Guo brothers to his eldest son, and Murong Yi’s face was filled with sympathy. After King Luo Rong finished speaking, Murong Yi said, “Dad, you’ve finally found someone you like and who likes you back. Just marry him however you want. Just make sure to bring him in quickly, so a person so beautiful won’t be taken away by someone else.”
King Luo Rong was delighted that his eldest son accepted Guo Zimu. He said, “You will always be the heir of our Family. You don’t need to worry about difficulties between Zimu, you, and Little Hui after he enters. However, I have one request, and I hope you can agree.”
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