Their surprise stemmed from the fact that I was accompanied by someone at all; their confusion concerned who this young man might be; and their realization came when they noticed the striking resemblance between his features and mine—making his identity clear to them.
"Hey, Princess Consort! Who's this handsome young lad by your side? Is he your boy toy?"
A man asked, a lewd, mischievous grin plastered on his face.
"Oh my—you've got a sharp eye, sir! He *is* my boy toy, indeed! If my husband ever decides he doesn't want me anymore, I'll have to rely on this one to take care of me!"
I replied with a laugh.
"Oh? Is that so? Well, do you two fuck? He's so young—don't tell me he's still a virgin?"
Another man chimed in, his tone laced with disbelief. "Of course we fucked! I was his very first woman, you know!"
I said, wearing a lewd, suggestive grin.
"Your Highness, please, stop teasing them. Anyone can see that this young man is either your son or your younger brother. No woman would ever fuck her own son or brother—I mean, that's just..."
The woman speaking cut herself off, swallowing her words as she cast a suspicious, questioning look my way.
True enough—most women wouldn't fuck their own sons or brothers.
But what about a shameless, depraved slut?
"Alright, stop doubting yourselves. He really is my son, and yes, we have absolutely fucked. Most women wouldn't let their sons fuck them—and even if they did, they'd certainly keep it a secret. But the women of the Dragon clan are different. Back when I was a man, not only did I fuck my own mother, I even got her pregnant—twice! Now that I'm a woman, well, my son is free to fuck me whenever he pleases!"
I said this with a brazen, lewd grin, completely devoid of any shame.
Even though they already knew how incredibly slutty I was, my words left them utterly stunned. They remained standing there, frozen in shock, long after I had walked away with my son.
A while later, one of them finally snapped back to reality and remarked, "The Princess is lying! How old is she, anyway? That young man has to be at least sixteen or seventeen. If he were her son, that would mean she got pregnant when she was only seven or eight years old!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately cried out, "We've been duped!" Yet, a strange thought stirred within them all. Almost everyone was musing, "If that young man really is the Princess Consort's son, then—damn it—I've actually laid eyes on a bitch who commits incest with her own flesh and blood! And even if he isn't her son, he must be her brother. That Princess Consort is an utterly shameless woman, a practitioner of incest!"
As the crowd speculated about the nature of the relationship between me and Wuqing—while inwardly lamenting why they themselves lacked such a beautiful, wanton relative—we had already moved away from the vicinity of Prince Jing's estate and onto the main thoroughfares of the capital.
When I—a peerless beauty clad in nothing but a tiny *dudou* (bodice), with lewd, obscene words scrawled across my buttocks—appeared on the street, every pair of eyes in the vicinity locked onto me.
"Where did this shameless slut come from? Walking the streets with her bare ass hanging out!"
...remarked a woman with a bloated, heavy figure.
"Look at that big, juicy backside—not only is she swaying it so provocatively, but she's even got writing all over it!"
...a man said to his companion, swallowing hard.
"Whoa! Look—you can see her pussy every time she takes a step!"
...another man exclaimed, his gaze fixed intently between my legs.
"Yeah, no kidding! Wow—look at how dark her pussy is! It's even darker than the one belonging to Mother Liu over at the Chunhua Brothel!"
...a man cried out in astonishment.
"What's there to be so surprised about? For a slut like her, it would be weirder if her pussy *weren't* that dark!"
...a woman—who possessed a modicum of good looks herself—sneered, casting a look of utter contempt in my direction. "Look closely at her pussy—it's actually being pulled wide open by a chain!"
"Whoa! You're right! Look! The chain on her pussy is connected to her asshole!"
"How could such a slut even exist? I'm stunned—how can someone be this shameless?"
...
Amidst a chorus of voices—a mix of shock, jealousy, greed, disdain, and contempt—Wuqing and I walked forward, completely unbothered.
As we walked, I kept a close eye on Wuqing's reactions.
His expression told me he truly didn't care; the scorn and contempt of the crowd meant nothing to him. At that moment, his only concern was me.
With everyone watching, Wuqing's hands kneaded our plump, rounded buttocks without the slightest bit of hesitation.
If he felt any shyness, it was only because he was touching my backside—not because he was in the company of a woman as brazen and lewd as me.
Amidst the astonished gasps of the onlookers, Wuqing and I arrived at an inn. A waiter, drooling, led us up to the second floor. As soon as we appeared, the martial artists inside—seeing my attire—immediately began speculating, linking me to two specific women: one, my mother; the other, my wife.
"Is this slut Lady Lan, or is it Lady Yun?"
one man whispered to the person beside him.
"I don't think it's either of them! The characters written on their bodies aren't these ones,"
the other replied.
"Then who could it be? Besides those two, what other slut like this exists in the martial arts world?"
the first man retorted immediately. "Hmph! Who knows—maybe someone's just trying to impersonate her!"
Another person whispered.
Just as the two were arguing, a man approached the table where my son and I were sitting. Struggling to suppress the lust burning within him, he asked, "Pardon me... fair lady—are you the heroine Lan Lingsu, or perhaps the heroine Yun Yuxin?"
With that, he gazed at me, his face full of anticipation. Under the man's gaze, I offered a faint smile and replied, "I am neither Lan Lingsu nor Yun Yuxin."
No sooner had I spoken than a collective sigh of disappointment rippled through the previously silent second floor. A few voices chimed in: "Damn it! I thought it was one of those two heroines—turns out it's just some slut imitating them."
"Well, obviously. How would we ever get a chance to see women of their caliber?"
"Still, I heard they really did come to the capital. And—heh, heh!—they've both gotten married again!"
"Pfft! Who doesn't know that by now? Heroine Lan is the Crown Princess, and Heroine Yun—along with her husband—has become a consort to Prince Jing. As for the 'Dragon King,' he's become the Emperor's 'Dragon Consort'!"