Chapter 321: 321 - Concern "Oghnn~~ Heavens~~ G-ggentler, Hubby... g-gentler!- aghnn~~" "Oghnn~~ nghnn~~ N-no... faster~~ fuck! faster~~ Aghn~~" Margaret and Meilin’s obscene moans echoed together, mixing with the loud slaps as Qingyi moved his hips, fucking both of those fat, tight pussies at the same time. Each movement made his hips hit Meilin’s large, round ass cheeks, pushing her forward and making her pussy rub even harder against Qingyi’s cock, her face totally drunk with pleasure. He still remembered the first time he had fucked his women in this position and had to admit that it was truly a divine position. One day, he had to try Meilin and Rongyan like this. Leaning over both of them, Qingyi moved his hips with even more vitality, feeling them reach the limit, their pussies squirting around his cock while moans that sounded more like shrill screams escaped their lips. At the same time, he came, spilling his seed into the valley between their slim bellies, a spurt even reaching where their breasts were firmly pressed together. "Angh~~" Meilin gave a high-pitched squeal as Qingyi slapped her ass, gripping it tightly as he pulled back, taking one last spurt right into their pussies, the hot, viscous liquid slowly oozing out. The beauties continued panting in that position for another brief moment before Meilin found the strength to turn around, still firmly embraced by Margareth, their curvaceous bodies intertwined. Qingyi smiled at the sight, sitting down next to them, his hands running over their soft, creamy skin. He wanted to stay there a moment longer, but unfortunately, a powerful knock on the door of the residence stopped them. "Young Miss Meilin, Lady Margareth, we’ve just received an urgent message!" A female voice echoed, one that Qingyi recognized as one of the capital’s servants. "One moment!" Meilin shouted, immediately getting up and starting to straighten her clothes. Margareth and Qingyi did the same. After the golden-haired beauty used a spell to clean them, they both left the residence, entering a luxurious corridor where the attendant was waiting. "The messenger says it’s from the royal family, and it’s urgent." The attendant spoke, bowing briefly before handing Meilin and Margareth two letters and then leaving. The beauty opened the letter, her eyes fluttering as she read the contents. "It’s from the second prince, he requires financial assistance from our chamber of commerce." At the same time, Margaret read her letter, having the same reaction. "He’s asking... no, demanding our military help, otherwise we’ll lose the right to the land the church received from the royal family." "Ah... shit, we really won’t have time for peace, will we?" Qingyi smiled bitterly, but soon realized that he had spoken too soon as the servant appeared again, even more out of breath than before. In her hands, she held two more letters as she bowed. "The messenger said that these come from the third prince, also for Lady Margareth and young Miss Meilin." The two beauties exchanged glances, their faces full of concern. *** In the royal capital, order quickly disintegrated as the royal guard invaded the streets, closing shops and sweeping houses in search of a single person: the third prince. In the palace, the guard was calm, but still gloomy. A tall man with a powerful body sat in front of a luxurious bed, looking at the corpse on it. It was the body of a middle-aged man, his face taking on a sickly green color, his once powerful Qi slowly draining away, his hair whitened by the disease that had drained all his life force. "Dad... you never said, but I know I’m the one who should be king, that’s why you trained me so hard, right? That’s why you sent me into the army, to lead this nation and conquer our neighbors. I know it was, father." The second prince spoke, gripping his father’s hand tightly, his eyes full of pain. There was another prince besides the third and second, the eldest and who, in theory, should be the heir, but no one there even considered him. He was probably sinking into the breasts of a prostitute right now, without even knowing about his father’s death. "Your Highness." A soft knock echoed and the second prince raised his head. "Come in," he spoke. After a short moment, a powerful cultivator from the False Immortal realm entered the room, bowing to both the prince and the king’s corpse. This was the most powerful and most loyal general under the command of the second prince. "I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but we can’t find the third prince, he seems to have escaped." The general declared, the second prince’s face distorting slightly. He wasn’t afraid of his brother at all. How could he, when he had the might of the royal army under his command? But even so, if the third prince were able to get together with his allies, the second prince would have far more problems. "What about my sister?" The second prince asked. "We haven’t been able to find her either, Your Highness. She seems to have disappeared right after the meeting between the third prince and Young Master Jin Tianshi." "Damn, that bastard must want to marry her off to Tianshi to get the guaranteed support of the five-colored pavilion!" The second prince suddenly stood up. He wanted to take his anger out on someone, perhaps on his general for failing, perhaps on the soldiers guarding the palace, but in the end, he just lowered his head. This was no time for anger. That general was no less powerful than he was, and he couldn’t afford to lose another ally. "Order them to close the pavilion of the five colors and-" Before the second prince’s order had even echoed, another general entered the room, this one a little weaker. "Your Highness, the guardians have ordered the temporary closure of the capital and the withdrawal of all armies not essential to the guard. They have given you 48 hours to do so." The other general declared, the second prince’s face frowning even more. The guardians were the two true immortals under the Blue Sea Kingdom. Together, they had as much power as the king to decide who the heir would be. For them to order something like this, there was only one option: they hadn’t chosen a successor and just wanted to keep the royal capital out of chaos when civil war broke out.