The Rebirth of the Prince: Starting from Not Being a Doglicker

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at dusk.

Ru'nan Palace.

Back house.

Sima Yu walked along the gravel path, through the courtyard and corridor, and entered the villa where Sima Yue lived.

As soon as he entered the yard, Sima Yu saw Sima Yue standing at the eaves outside the house. She was wearing a loose white training suit, facing the white wall, stretching her arms and raising her long legs.

"what are you doing?"

Sima Yu asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Stretch your body and manage your body shape."

Sima Yue didn't even turn his head and continued with what he was doing.

"Don't you think I'm a little thin now, and my figure isn't perfect enough?"

Sima Yu took a look at Sima Yue. She was indeed a little thin. She was thin where she should be thin, but not where she shouldn't be thin...she wasn't very plump either.

However, Sima Yue's figure is quite normal among women. She is slender and graceful, but lacks a little plumpness. With her youthful, beautiful, pure and bright fair face, she fits the image of fair, thin and beautiful women in some people's minds.

"What's your purpose in doing this, to please a man?"

Sima Yu was wearing a black long dress. She hugged her heavy chest and leaned against the stone archway of the courtyard, watching Sima Yue leisurely showing her beautiful body in front of her.

When it comes to how to please a man, Sima Yu actually has much more experience than Sima Yue.

After all, she has experienced many men over the years, although they were all thrown away after use.

Sima Yue was protected in Su An's palm and was the one being flattered.

"That's what you said."

Sima Yue stopped what he was doing, turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Sima Yu unhappily.

"Who said that women's body care and grooming are for men to see?"

"Can't women do these things purely for the pursuit of beauty, to make themselves better?"

Sima Yu raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I have no intention of discussing these matters with you."

"I'm here to remind you to come to my place to practice after dinner. I've already arranged the venue for you. You can speed up your practice tonight without worrying about your evil spirit being discovered."

"When have you ever seen me neglect my cultivation and need to remind me?"

Sima Yue said.

Sima Yu nodded in agreement.

Sima Yue is very hardworking in cultivation.

Now she basically stays in her room to practice all day, and then goes to her place to practice at night.

Out of twelve hours in a day, she could practice for nine or even ten hours.

For Sima Yue who was in a state of cultivation, she didn't even need to sleep as she was nourished by the Yin Sha Qi.

This is the domineering nature of the extremely yin body.

Since the last time the Crown Prince tried to win over Su An through Sima Yue but to no avail, repeated failures have made the Crown Prince begin to have the intention of giving up on her.

Sima Yue is now basically an unknown figure in the Prince of Runan's Palace, and no one will pay special attention to her.

After stretching her body, Sima Yue began to try stretching her legs. She raised her right leg high and pressed it against the white wall.

After pressing the right leg, press the left leg.

Sima Yu sat down at the stone table in the courtyard and asked casually, "What do you think of your current cultivation speed?"

"Of course it's so fast it can fly."

Sima Yue turned his back to Sima Yu and gave her a thumbs up.

With the blessing of the extremely yin body, the improved "Yin Shen Fa" and the Yin Sha Pearl.

It is estimated that in another month, Sima Yue will be able to be promoted to the third realm.

Although she cultivated so quickly and was a little eager for quick success, which could easily lead to a weak foundation, Sima Yue didn't care much about it.

Sima Yu laughed, and then said calmly: "With the support of my Jinshan lineage, this is as it should be."

"Once your cultivation reaches the middle third realm, you can try to merge with the king. Then, when the king's power revives in your body, you will become a noble and honorable eighth realm cultivator."

Listening to the big promises Sima Yu made for her, Sima Yue curled her lips inwardly.

In the past, she was a poor woman with nothing, and she could only make a desperate attempt to merge with King Jinshan in order to change her fate.

But now with Su An's promise, it was naturally impossible for her to merge with that King Jinshan.

However, in order to avoid Sima Yu's suspicion, she continued to behave as usual during this period and practiced hard.

“I hope that day will come soon.”

Sima Yue still looked very expectant on the surface.

Perhaps because he felt that stretching the legs by putting them on the wall was not effective enough, Sima Yue took out a cushion, took off his shoes, stood on it, spread his legs, and slowly pressed down.

Sima Yue said as she stretched her legs.

"Marquis Shenwei's cultivation is only at the eighth level. After merging with King Jinshan, if I want to become Su An's only woman, I think... there will be no obstacles."

Her legs gradually pressed down, feeling the tearing pain gradually deepening. Sima Yue couldn't help but bite her lips slightly, a hint of pain appearing on her pretty face.

Seeing this, Sima Yu picked up the teacup on the stone table and looked away.

Sima Yue is doing this body management thing, and on the surface she is pursuing beauty.

But how could she not know that Sima Yue did all this entirely for Su An.

A woman should look good to those who please her.

But it was all in vain.

Sima Yue likes Su An, but that doesn’t mean the king will like him too.

Sima Yu looked at the withered lotus pond in the corner of the courtyard.

As the sun sets, the lotus leaves wither and a koi fish wanders lonely in the water.

Sima Yu picked up the teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

After the king and Sima Yue merged, let alone the consciousness belonging to Sima Yue that could effectively affect the body and act independently.

Even if it is possible.

The king would not allow Sima Yue to use her body to make peace with a man.

What Sima Yue is doing now is just to prepare a suitable spiritual body for the king.

It seems that her sister is also quite stupid.

No, maybe she understood everything.

But now, she had no choice, and she was her only lifeline.

"Sigh~"

The next moment, the sound of a gasp broke the silence in the courtyard under the setting sun.

Then Sima Yue cried out in pain.

"It hurts."

"Save him, save him."

"Sima Yu, come and help me, my legs are about to split, help me up."

Sima Yu quickly put down the teacup and turned to look.

Sima Yue was seen lying on the cushion with her legs spread apart, almost pressed into a straight line, and her hips almost touching the cushion.

As a beginner, she has no balance at all and can only support herself with her hands on both sides of her body.

Sima Yue's personal practice of the evil path is not the practice of magic, but it is more inclined towards the path of magic. Although her physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary women, she is also helpless at this time.

Sima Yu reluctantly came to Sima Yue's side, held her waist, and slowly picked her up.

"That was a close call. I felt like I was about to break apart."

After standing up, Sima Yue held onto the wall, rubbing the inside of her thighs while grimacing in pain.

At this moment, perhaps it was the consciousness belonging to "Sima Yue" in my heart that was at work.

"Okay, okay, don't come here tonight."

Sima Yu sighed and threw a small porcelain bottle to Sima Yue.

"Also, you don't need to be so hard in your normal training. You should relax appropriately."

"How about that?"

Sima Yue frowned and shook her head.

"If I don't fight hard, how can I get Su An?"

"If I don't fight hard, Su An will go to another woman's bed."

"I must strive to merge with King Jinshan before Su An and Zhou Qingyu get married."

"Su An's first blood must be mine."

Looking at Sima Yue who looked paranoid and persistent, Sima Yu waved his hands helplessly.

"As you wish."

It's not a bad thing that Sima Yue has this intention.

After saying this, Sima Yu turned around and left the villa where Sima Yue lived.

After Sima Yu left, Sima Yue entered the room.

He called Xiaohe and Xiaolian and asked them to go to the kitchen to get dinner for him.

After the two left, Sima Yue bolted the door and took out a book from the storage device.

She lit the glass lamp on the table. Under the candlelight, she sat at the desk, picked up the book and began to read furtively.

Open the book to the page you marked beforehand.

The contents of the pages are several colored paintings.

The painting shows a woman performing various difficult movements on a man on the bed.

There are lines of tiny calligraphy next to the pictures, providing detailed explanations for these actions.

The man's outline was sketched with only a few strokes, and his facial features and body features were blurred.

The woman's portrait is depicted in great detail, with her plump figure and charming face clearly visible.

In one of the paintings, the woman was showing the same movements Sima Yue had just made on the cushion towards the man.

"This posture is too difficult."

Under the candlelight, Sima Yue frowned and stroked her smooth chin with her delicate hands.

Recalling what had just happened, Sima Yue couldn't help but rub the inside of his thigh, which was slightly painful.

Sima Yue carefully read the annotations of the colored painting and found that the end of the annotations was no longer printed in neat small characters.

Instead, it was a line of beautiful handwriting that was added later.

It's like a warm reminder to those who read this book later.

"Sisters, it is better to practice with a man than to read a book a hundred times."

"I want it too."

"It would be great if we could ask Su An to come and practice with us."

"But this is impossible to do in a short period of time."

"Don't even think about getting the first blood. There are so many women around Su An. I'd be lucky if I can get the third or fourth blood."

Sima Yue sighed, closed the book and put it on the table.

The cover of the book clearly reads: "Self-cultivation of a Concubine"