He grinned lewdly and squeezed her breasts even harder.
Before long, her top was almost completely soaked, and the carriage was instantly filled with the sweet scent of breast milk. "You little rascal! If you hadn't come to see your sister-in-law today, you'd never have gotten to fuck my pussy for the rest of your life!"
My wife shot him a playful, exaggerated glare as she spoke.
My wife and I flirted with my second younger brother as we made our way toward the Duke of Wu's estate.
Mother and Mama watched the three of us frolicking together with smiles on their faces, while my brother's lecherous hands would occasionally reach out to fondle and knead their bodies.
Inside the spacious, luxurious carriage, my brother reveled in the company of four peerless beauties, enjoying a truly enviable fortune.
When we stepped out of the carriage and knocked on the main gate of the Duke's estate, the servant who opened it was taken aback.
He was startled not only by our beauty but also by the lingering scent of breast milk that clung to us.
My wife and I were soaked from our own leaking milk, and traces of it stained the areas around Mother and Mama's breasts; yet, despite his shock, the servant dared not utter a word once he recognized my brother.
After paying his respects to my brother, he led us to see the Duke of Wu.
Along the way, we encountered other servants; seeing my wife and me clinging to my brother's arms—and smelling of breast milk—they assumed we were his women, regarding us with a mixture of envy and disdain.
This was because my wife and I were dressed in a rather brazen, seductive manner; even in the relatively liberal Tang Kingdom, our appearance would mark us as wanton harlots.
When we reached the study in the estate's inner courtyard, the servant withdrew. My brother pushed open the door with a cheerful expression and shouted, "Grandfather! Your grandson has come to visit you!"
We followed my brother into the study and saw the Duke of Wu, Yang Ye, in the midst of practicing calligraphy. This man, a household name throughout the Tang Kingdom, was busy writing while being attended to by his wife—a woman equally renowned.
He appeared to be in his forties, though we knew his actual age was closer to that of Er-niang.
His face bore an air of heroic dignity and composure rarely seen in ordinary men—traits forged by years of holding high office and surviving the brutal slaughter of the battlefield.
Upon seeing him, we finally understood how he had risen from a down-and-out scholar to be ennobled as the Duke of Wu, having even held the pivotal rank of Marquis of Divine Valor.
His force of will was truly extraordinary.
Beside Yang Ye stood his wife, She Xinlan.
The moment we saw her, only one word came to mind: *beautiful*.
It was not merely a matter of physical appearance; the four of us—mother and daughters—surpassed her in looks and figure.
Yet, she possessed a feminine softness that we lacked—a beauty that instinctively put one at ease and left men utterly captivated.
Seeing her now, it was hard to believe she had once been the top courtesan of the Piaoxiang Brothel—a woman who, night after night, would arch her backside for men, allowing them to fondle and fuck her for free.
At this moment, she appeared the picture of a perfect noblewoman and a chaste maiden; she seemed the sort of woman who would blush even when sharing a bed with her husband.
And yet, every man in the Tang Kingdom knew just how skilled she was in bed.
During her time at the Piaoxiang Brothel, She Xinlan had satisfied scores of men every single night.
Even as Yang Ye was courting her, she was still servicing a multitude of men, ensuring their complete satisfaction.
After marrying Yang Ye—who was then the Prefect of Yangzhou—She Xinlan settled down to become his virtuous and devoted wife.
It was only when Yang Ye was dispatched to guard the frontier that their lives underwent a change. Yang Ye was originally just a servant who accompanied the son of a high-ranking official during his studies; the man he served was named Wu Zhenying.
Wu Zhenying's father was a powerful figure, holding the position of Minister of Personnel at the time.
Upon first meeting She Xinlan, Wu Zhenying fell for her and wanted to take her as a concubine.
He even promised her that, once married, he would never take another woman.
However, She Xinlan refused him and continued to entertain clients daily.
Believing that She Xinlan simply had an insatiable appetite for sex, Wu Zhenying tried to win her favor by sending men with impressive virility to bed her.
Had it not been for Yang Ye, She Xinlan would likely have ended up with him.
Wu Zhenying was furious when She Xinlan married Yang Ye; the woman he adored had fallen for another man—a man who had once been nothing more than his own servant.
Consumed by rage, he asked his father to use his influence to have Yang Ye's post reassigned, transferring him from the position of Prefect of Yangzhou to that of a frontier commander in the northern war zone.
Wu Zhenying intended for this move to lead to Yang Ye's death, but he had not anticipated that during the years Yang Ye spent accompanying him in his studies, he had read far more than just poetry and literature; he had also studied military strategy, tactics, and martial arts manuals.
His grasp of military strategy far surpassed his literary talents, and his martial arts skills had evolved into a unique style that synthesized the strengths of various schools.
While he might not have ranked among the absolute pinnacle of martial artists, his abilities were nonetheless exceptional.
After guarding the northern frontier for a decade, the man who had once been a mere garrison commander had risen to become a general commanding a vast region.
In the territory under his command, the Northern Yuan forces dared not launch an invasion—even though his region offered the most strategic route for an attack. A year later, a massive Northern Yuan army bore down on the border, prompting the Emperor to lead the campaign in person; Yang Ye accompanied the imperial expedition, and Wu Zhenying was also among the generals.
The fighting during that campaign was exceptionally perilous.