CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 64 XIANG YIREN: I SEEM TO HAVE SEEN THIS SISTER SOMEWHERE BEFORE_3

Breakfast was still brought to her by her good sister, Xiang Yiren.

"That’s enough. There are no outsiders here, so what’s there to be embarrassed about? Hurry up and come out for breakfast." Xiang Yiren continued, "And you should drink this brown sugar ginger tea. Whether it’s helpful or not, it’s a token of Brother Sun’s affection. He got up early this morning to brew it for you personally."

Zhong Liying finally poked her head out cautiously, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Thank you, Sister Yiren. I can get it myself. Just set it on the bedside table."

But Xiang Yiren wouldn’t listen. She sat down at the head of the bed with the brown sugar ginger tea and fed it to her sip by sip. Seeing the lingering awkwardness in Zhong Liying’s expression, she consoled her.

"It’s nothing, really. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you think you’re the only one who’s been through this?"

Zhong Liying looked at her in surprise, forgetting to drink the tea.

"There isn’t one of his women who hasn’t been worn out by him."

Seeing that this topic had piqued her interest, Xiang Yiren put down the bowl and gently patted her head.

"He’s a fierce tiger, you see. Do you know how selfish I used to be? When I met such a wonderful man, I wanted him all to myself. Other women? Heh, if any woman dared to steal my man, I would have beaten her to death."

Zhong Liying shrank back.

"I wasn’t talking about you," Xiang Yiren said with a slight smile. "But I later discovered that I couldn’t handle him on my own. If it was just me serving him, I’d be worked to death before the good times even really began. How could I let that happen? So, I started looking for a few other women for him."

"You guessed it. Jiang Ziyan and Lu Qingyun were both women I found for him."

Zhong Liying felt as if she were listening to a fairy tale.

Xiang Yiren just smiled faintly. As if I can’t have you completely fooled.

Except for the part about finding women for Sun Dasheng, everything else was a fabrication. Of course, Zhong Liying had no way of knowing what was true and what wasn’t. After hearing the story, she felt that this sister was a magnanimous woman, worthy of being the head of Brother Sun’s harem. She was like an ancient emperor’s empress—broad-minded, not jealous of the talented, and even able to find other outstanding women for her man.

Seeing the look of admiration in the other’s eyes, Xiang Yiren nodded with a smile. It’s good that you think that way. My efforts in spinning this tale weren’t wasted.

She was trying to recruit another general to her side.

Unfortunately, her scheme didn’t pan out.

Soon after, Sun Dasheng sent Zhong Liying home.

"Yiren, don’t try to pull her into your schemes anymore."

Xiang Yiren was a bit displeased. "She’s only been with you for a few days, and you’re already so protective of her? Besides, I didn’t do anything to hurt her."

Then her buttocks suffered the consequences. Her morning exercise concluded with them swollen from Sun Dasheng’s spanking.

"Why were you in such a foul mood today?" Xiang Yiren asked, not understanding.

"She is a business talent I am cultivating. Our family has a massive enterprise. In the future, we’ll need a trustworthy person to manage it, won’t we?"

Xiang Yiren nodded, indicating she understood. This woman was a member of Brother Sun’s "emperor’s faction," and she needed to maintain her distance from the ministers of other parties.

She wasn’t stupid; on the contrary, she was very smart. Every time she saw a capable woman, she would think about pulling her into her circle. This time, she hadn’t known Sun Dasheng’s plan and had misjudged the situation, which led her to make a mistake.

She immediately apologized. "Brother Sun, I understand what you mean now. I promise I will never bother her again."

"It’s not that you can’t interact with her, just remember to maintain an appropriate distance. She’s different from you and the other sisters. But don’t you worry, I will treat everyone equally. She will focus on her career and maintain her distance from my other women as well."

"Okay, Brother Sun. Ouch..." Xiang Yiren clung to him, looking aggrieved.

She knew how to play the victim.

"Does it still hurt? Let me rub it for you."

"It hurts... You didn’t hold back at all when you hit me..."

"Alright, alright... We were each wrong once, so let’s call it even. No one is to ever mention this again."

In the living room, the other two sisters saw Sister Yiren walking with an unnatural gait and exchanged knowing smiles.

"What the hell are you two laughing at? Hurry up and get the Red Flower Oil from the room and rub it on for me."

Xiang Yiren sat down carefully on the sofa, her rear still burning. It was clear Brother Sun had been genuinely angry with her.

Luckily, I managed to avoid a catastrophe this time by acting weak and pitiful. Thank goodness! It’s true what they say: serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. I’ll have to be more careful with my words and actions from now on.

Looking at the two sisters beside her, she suddenly realized another reason for her punishment. When two political parties are vying for power, what does the emperor on high fear the most?

One party becoming too dominant, of course. The three of us are probably the largest faction around Brother Sun, aren’t we? If we added one more person, we might gain an overwhelming advantage against the other factions. No wonder Brother Sun was so displeased. So that was the other reason.

Having figured this out, she felt much more relieved.

Her biggest fear was him getting angry for no apparent reason, leaving her to guess why. If days like this continued for too long, it might mean her own time to be cast aside was near.

"Sister Yiren, who hit you? Why is it all swollen?"

Lu Qingyun brought the Red Flower Oil and handed it to Jiang Ziyan. Jiang Ziyan pulled her pants aside and asked, feigning ignorance. Who else in this house could have hit her?

Xiang Yiren rolled her eyes at her. "Who do you think?"

"Heh heh..." Jiang Ziyan poured the Red Flower Oil into her hands, rubbed them together, and said to Xiang Yiren, "Sister Yiren, brace yourself. Here I come."

"HISS! It hurts! Be gentler! Why is your touch so rough? Let Qingyun do it." Xiang Yiren cried out in pain.

"Then let Qingyun do it. Those of us who work out regularly have much stronger hands than the average person." Jiang Ziyan passed the heavy burden to Lu Qingyun.

Lu Qingyun took the Red Flower Oil and, mimicking Sister Ziyun’s earlier actions, gently began to apply the medicine for Sister Yiren.

"Come on, Sister Yiren, just tell us. Why did Brother Sun hit you?" Jiang Ziyan couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer and blurted out the question.