Beiliang Royal Mansion.
The bedroom of a separate courtyard.
"Princess Consort Sister, between me and the Prince, who is stronger?"
Zhou Chen half-lay on the soft couch, gazing at the Princess Consort, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth, feeling quite pleased.
The Princess Consort, Xue Baiying, sat astride Zhou Chen's legs.
She was being punished by Zhou Chen, doing squats for exercise.
Feeling Zhou Chen's powerfully built legs, Xue Baiying's lovely eyes were like water as she looked at Zhou Chen, smiling charmingly:
"Uncle, you possess natural talent; how can the Prince compare to you!"
Zhou Chen then turned to the Empress, Xue Qingge, who was reclining beside him, feeding him Purple Crystal Grapes:
"Empress Sister, between me and the Emperor, who is stronger?"
As he spoke, Zhou Chen used the Thunder Light Ruyi Hand to help dispel the Empress's poison and reduce her fever.
"Uncle, you possess natural talent; how can the Emperor compare to you!"
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