Chapter 985 Pulling Up His Pants After He’d Had His Way

In truth, Yang Lu also wanted to protect her brother, but her aunt, Yang Lian, advised her not to get involved and simply to back down.

She had previously stated that she didn't want to be involved in this matter and that Lu Ming could handle it however he pleased. This led to Yang Lu's statement that she belonged to Lu Ming in life and in death.

She was making her stance clear: a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup—she is no longer part of the family.

What a joke! Yang Xiu's death is no big deal.

As long as one member of the Yang family is alive,

there is a chance to rise again.

But if everyone dies,

then it's truly over.

Yang Lu understood that she was alive.

there was still hope.

At least in some matters, she could still offer some assistance.

But that was all; she shouldn't expect any real help.

"You should know the Empress is still in the harem. Even she doesn't support her relatives. How dare a mere concubine try to interfere? Doesn't she even know if she's worthy?"

Yang Lu's deliberate flattery pleased Lu Ming. He loved women who fawned over him like this.

What he wanted was conquest—to conquer more women, to conquer the most beautiful women.

Once he set his sights on someone and felt interested, he would take her to bed and impregnate her!

Regardless of age, status, or even her willingness, as long as he was willing!

He lifted Yang Lu's beautiful legs, almost folding her body in half, his large hands rubbing her plump, fleshy thighs in stockings…

His glans forced its way through the tight, tender flesh of her vagina, splashing her juices everywhere, thrusting powerfully deep into her vagina!

When he withdrew, a large amount of warm, sticky fluid was drawn out, covering her fair inner thighs with a fishy, white foam from the friction and impact! Only the glans remained inside her vagina. The intense thrusting caused Yang Lu's eyes to roll back; she hadn't even had a full orgasm yet, and was already preparing for another.

While vigorously kneading her full, alluring breasts, he used his arms to stabilize her buttocks, riding her with unrestrained pleasure.

He carefully felt the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis. The delicate folds of flesh inside her vagina felt like tiny suction cups, scraping, wriggling, and sucking against his shaft.

The full, tight labia gradually parted under his vigorous piston-like movements.

The pubic hair in their rubbing triangle area was covered in clumps of vaginal fluid from their intercourse, a messy, uneven layer.

Looking at Yang Lu's fair toes encased in black stockings, her bright red manicure adorning them like jewels, they were incredibly alluring, like a work of art!

Two delicate feet, painted with bright red nail polish, were encased in glossy flesh-colored stockings, a sight that aroused Lu Ming's desire.

His daughters watched from behind, their eyes wide, as their father defiled their aunt.

Was this something they were allowed to witness?

Everyone watched intently, trying to see more, wanting to learn from it.

He thrust for over ten minutes straight, the excitement intensifying, especially under the watchful eyes of his daughters.

After more than ten vigorous thrusts, Lu Ming finally used all his strength to ejaculate, injecting his semen deep into Yang Lu's vagina.

His penis pressed firmly against her cervix, the cervix gripping the glans, as thick, fresh, and vigorous semen gushed forth, filling Yang Lu's uterus to seek out a fresh egg for fertilization.

Yang Lu's eyes widened. She could feel the scalding semen entering her lower abdomen, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

Like a tidal wave, the copious semen savagely filled Yang Lu's uterus, the powerful ejaculation shooting against the uterine walls.

Each thud of the uterine walls elicited a dreamlike moan from Yang Lu.

This feeling was simply wonderful!

After his pleasure, Lu Ming got off without offering any post-coital comfort, simply taking a sip of water.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

A few days later, the outcome for Yang Xiu was announced.

The entire Cao family was executed, including Yang Xiu and most of the Yang clan.

Only Yang Xiu's son, an infant, and his mother were spared.

Yang Biao remained silent in the face of this outcome, neither arguing nor making any vehement accusations.

A mistake is a mistake; admitting it promptly and cutting losses is the key.

Yang Xiu made a fatal error, somehow ending up colluding with Cao Cao's son.

Even if they were kindred spirits, that wouldn't have mattered.

But what he shouldn't have done was target the government, daring to embezzle disaster relief funds!

That was suicidal!

Keep in mind that Bao Zheng had personally inspected the situation, and the local magistrate, also from the academy, immediately reported the embezzlement to Bao Zheng.

Normally, it's understandable that some grain might be consumed en route.

But this time, the amount was excessive, and the act of embezzlement was so egregious that the court had no choice but to investigate.

If he dared to embezzle disaster relief funds, would he next target the army?

Once Bao Zheng intervened, it was destined to result in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This upright official was intolerant of any wrongdoing, so his downfall was entirely deserved, not at all unjust.

Any law-abiding official Bao Zheng wouldn't have bothered with.

Having served as an official for so long, he never aligned himself with any faction; his loyalty was solely to the Emperor.

In four years, Fan Li truly weakened the powerful clans of Jiangdong and Jingzhou to a minimum, stripping them of land so they couldn't support private armies.

Commercially, he provided them with goods to sell, using various means to suppress them.

Their only way out was to enter academies, complete their studies, and then take up official positions.

Serving in other regions was inevitably accompanied by wandering knights.

A few would return to their hometowns, but this would inevitably draw close scrutiny; even a small mistake could ruin their future.

As for the powerful clans' dissatisfaction, they could only remain so.

They lacked the power to resist imperial authority; the army, food supplies, and finances were all in the hands of the court. Popular support was strong, and even the most aristocratic families, though struggling, were still far better off than ordinary people. Therefore, they had no choice but to accept their fate.

The principle of "pacifying the internal before resisting the external" dictated that after settling the displaced people, land reclamation and irrigation were implemented, and cash crops were planted according to allocations. This ensured they had enough to eat, but not so much that they lived in luxury.