"You're... Isabel Valemont? Princess Isabel Valemont?" Margareth asked, her beautiful face filled with shock.
The white-haired, dark-skinned beauty turned her face slightly, still focused on healing Qingyi.
"Yes, do you know from sowhere?" Isabel observed Margareth, who was still in shock, imdiately recovering from her pleasure intoxication.
"Yes! Do you know the chaos you caused? I nearly tore my hair out thinking about what to do about you!" Margareth escaped from Qingyi's embrace, clearly annoyed.
A princess kidnapped while traveling to the land under Margareth's control was obviously a big scandal.
Big scandals always caused problems for soone like her, especially when all she wanted to do was relax and study magic.
"Ah... I just want so peace so I can start my bloody studies in space magic..."
Margareth waved her right hand lightly, a new impeccable dress clinging to her sensual curves, even her smudged make-up being perfectly touched up.
With a tired expression, she looked at Qingyi. "Did you really kidnap her?"
"No, she decided to co with ." Qingyi shook his head, grabbing Margareth's hands and pulling her into his embrace again, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "What? Wouldn't you like to co with your husband too?" he smiled.
The green energy flowing from Isabel's body to his ceased as the last of her internal wounds was completely healed.
Margareth only blushed, her breasts pressed against Qingyi's right ribs while Isabel's squeezed against his left ribs. Their voluptuous bodies enveloped him in a sea of incomparable softness and warmth.
"I have responsibilities, you... shaless bastard." Margareth spoke, her face pressed against Qingyi's chest.
"I know, and honestly, I only agreed to go to Eagle Peak Valley with your guards because of that." Qingyi slapped Margareth on the ass before walking away from the two, the heaven-defying thunder sword gleaming at his waist.
In the next mont, Isabel was pulled back into the world of the mind as the enormous figure of Khaedryss appeared, his roar echoing through the deep valley.
Margareth already had her lips open to say sothing, but that changed the mont she saw the figure of Khaedryss, her heart racing.
Was that a... dragon? Only the Vaedrinn family and the damned elves knew how to deal with dragons, why on earth did Qingyi have a dragon with him?
The shock on Margareth's face grew even deeper.
He had a body powerful enough to withstand the self-destruction of an enlightened soul realm expert, a mighty sword that could keep people inside and even a bloody dragon.
"Ah... what are you going to show now... that you have the daughter of the richest man in the world in your harem?"
She sighed in defeat, which soon turned into a strange expression as she realized the way Qingyi was looking at her.
She'd just gotten it right, hadn't she?
"Co on, I'll bring ilin here right away so you can talk for a while." He climbed onto Khaedryss, offering Margareth a hand.
"Goddess... who the hell are you?" The golden-haired beauty leapt towards Khaedryss, landing elegantly, imdiately being pulled onto Qingyi's lap.
He gave Khaedryss a gentle pat on the neck, and she imdiately took to the skies.
As they flew, he called out to ilin, who watched Margareth for a brief mont before shaking her head.
"Ah... The husband really has found another victim, hasn't he?" She shook her head, receiving a teasing smile from Qingyi.
"Yes," He moved Margareth a little to make room for her and ilin on his lap.
Grabbing both of their cleavages, he pulled, revealing ilin's dium-sized, firm breasts, their sides squeezed against Margareth's huge, full tits.
"You two can discuss the chamber of comrce, your husband is starving, hehehe" Qingyi giggled, sinking his face into both of their breasts, focusing first on Margareth's, taking one of her nipples in his lips.
His hands flowed down to their voluptuous asses as he sucked, massaging their cheeks gently.
It didn't take more than a brief mont for Margareth's warm, creamy milk to invade his mouth; it was sweet, but a soft sweetness that didn't make him sick no matter how much he drank.
The sweetness of ilin's breasts was a little more intense, but still maintained a pleasant softness.
The confusion that took over Margareth's beautiful face when she realized that her breasts were producing milk lasted only a brief mont as she clung to Qingyi's shoulders for support, next to ilin.
In that awkward position, they could only try to change the focus of their minds.
"I want to nghnn~~ establish a chamber of comrce in the Eagle Peak Valley and use that as a base to regain my position... can you give us permission to settle there?" ilin spoke up.
"Mmmhn~~ do I really have a choice?" Margareth exhaled.
"Well... husband wants it too, and he always gets what he wants, hahaha" ilin gave a muffled giggle, replaced by a high-pitched moan as Qingyi slapped her ass and focused on her nipples.
With a little hesitation, the two began to discuss the details.
The construction of the chamber of comrce itself would cost a total of thirty million spirit crystals, with another five million needing to be paid as fees.
This included a main building, warehouses, spirit formations and hiring.
Of course, such a project could lead to big problems if discovered by ilin's brother, but she didn't care much about that.
At most, her brother would be able to impose so sanctions on her, but the Gold King, their father, had rules that forbade this kind of thing to ensure that his children competed freely.
If her brother was stupid enough to apply that kind of sanction to her, she could just go back to the capital and impeach him.
Yes... that would make everything so much easier.
Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that such a thing would never happen. Her brother was an idiot, but he wasn't brain-dead.
Well... at least not that much brain-dead.
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