With so much high-quality semen ejaculated inside, Diao Chan might actually get pregnant again!
However, Lu Ming had no intention of getting her pregnant again, so no matter how much he ejaculated inside, Diao Chan wouldn't get pregnant.
It wasn't out of pity, it was just that it wasn't working for now. He wanted to continue having sex with her for three to five years, and then get her pregnant.
At that time, Diao Chan was only in her early twenties, still very young, but the length of time she had been intimate with Lu Ming was already astonishing.
After finishing, Diao Chan didn't enjoy the afterglow like a princess; instead, she proactively knelt down and began sucking Lu Ming's penis.
Even though she was a favored concubine, she remained as docile as ever.
She always kept her position proper. Even in her high position, she was still Lu Ming's little wife, not a princess.
This was also why Lu Ming liked her so much; a woman like Diao Chan, no matter the time or place, would always maintain her proper attitude.
That's why she was always pampered. Women are meant to serve men. You can have a temper, you can be a noblewoman, but serving your own man is the most important thing.
After touring the lower-grade academies, Lu Ming went to the academy where the girls were now in their teens.
The girls here were mostly middle school students, learning to read and write.
Because some equipment nowadays does require some education to operate easily…
And many things, especially in medicine, cannot be handled by civil officials.
The girls here were all in their prime, and Lu Ming noticed some pretty girls along the way.
If this were modern times, they would probably be school beauties. Unfortunately, this was ancient times, destined to be his playthings.
After wandering around, Lu Ming left.
At this moment, Diao Chan's maid came over, seemingly to report something to Diao Chan.
After their conversation, Diao Chan returned and sat down beside Lu Ming. Her two breasts, unbraced, rubbed against his arm, her pretty face showing a hint of excitement, as if explaining what had just happened.
"Husband, a relative from my hometown sent someone to ask if I could help arrange for their daughter to enter the brothel."
Lu Ming pinched Diao Chan's cheek, saying with a touch of indulgence, "You see, many people say that once people have money, they don't want to bother with their poor relatives anymore. That's a misconception, a misunderstanding on both sides."
"Chan'er, do you know if poor relatives are poor because they have no money?"
Diao Chan widened her beautiful eyes with curiosity, shaking her head. This was too far removed from her understanding.
She could learn how to please men, how to choreograph erotic dances to guide them. But asking her to contemplate philosophy was far too difficult.
"I don't know, husband, please explain it to me!" "I adore my husband like this—wise and strong. To marry him and serve such a remarkable man is my honor!"
Everyone enjoys flattery, especially from a stunningly beautiful woman.
Lu Ming was in a good mood, perhaps because everything was going smoothly. So, he unusually embraced Diao Chan, and also pulled the curious Cai Wenji into his arms, enjoying the soft, fragrant flesh of the beauties.
"If we assign them official positions, they are unworthy of the responsibilities and cannot bear the burden. In the end, they will still have to step down. Assigning them official positions is merely a superficial solution."
"Assigning them public positions didn't change the essence of these relatives. They're still the same petty, morally deficient farmers or impoverished people. Their thinking and vision haven't improved at all; they're still just farmers in uniform."
"To truly change a family's situation and fate, one person is far from enough. It requires the ideological improvement and learning of a generation, especially the younger generation, to truly lift them out of the category of 'poor relatives.'"
"The term 'poor relatives' superficially refers to a family's poverty and hardship, but at a deeper level, it refers to a poverty of thought. A person whose thinking and vision are not high or far-reaching enough will squander any amount of money, and no matter how high a position they are given, they won't be able to hold onto it."
Lu Ming rarely offered such an explanation, which could also be seen as an explanation of why he targeted the four major families in this way.
The Jia family was unjustly targeted; their own actions were corrupt, and they lacked ability, so they were the ones who were brought down.
Diao Chan was still in shock after hearing this. She hadn't expected Lu Ming to explain so thoroughly.
"My lord, I have learned so much!"
Cai Wenji was also speechless with shock for a long time. Finally, she sighed, "Everyone thinks that my lord's rise from commoner to King of Qin was due to luck.
But they don't know that luck itself requires a vast amount of knowledge. If one has no ambition in their heart and no learning in their belly, how could they have achieved what my lord has?
My lord is a truly extraordinary man, a pillar of heaven and earth. This title is well-deserved!"
Outsiders only laugh at good luck, but is good luck truly useful?
It has no use whatsoever; one must have substance.
Everyone laughs at Liu Bang's good luck, that even a rogue can become emperor.
But who knows that before rebelling against Qin, Liu Bang was a mere village head at a crucial trade route?
His connections were vast.
And without some ability, one couldn't have controlled all the various monsters and demons here.
"Only the Qing Dynasty could have any Tom, Dick, or Harry become emperor."
Diao Chan pondered for a moment, tilted her head, and gave a charmingly naive smile. "Husband, I'd like her to go to the academy to learn to read and write first, and then we'll see how things go."
"You can decide. You're mine, and you have the right to make this request."
Lu Ming didn't mind his woman arranging things for him. His assessment criteria were very strict: those who could pass, passed; those who couldn't, were out.
Simple and direct.
Moreover, the assessor was the incorruptible Bao Zheng. This black-faced Bao Zheng was no joke; rules were rules. As long as the rules were followed, Lu Ming would listen to him; if the rules were violated, he would uphold justice.
Therefore, many officials were terrified during the annual assessments.
Anyone else would have been fine, but it was the unreasonable Bao Zheng. If you didn't have the ability, you were out!