Gradually, Jiang Yun noticed the purple underwear again; it was a short, delicate version with patterns on it.
The pattern perfectly covered Consort Ling's most private area. Jiang Yun held it in her hand and gently stroked it. The underwear was very smooth. Jiang Yun couldn't help but bring her nose close and smelled a faint odor.
Jiang Yun's mind went blank for a moment. He felt an unusual hardness below, as if his pants were about to come off. Jiang Yun couldn't help himself and pulled his purple underwear over the head of his penis, and began to masturbate it involuntarily.
At this moment, the maid who was carrying water entered the inner room again, and Jiang Yun still wrapped Consort Ling's purple underpants around her dragon head.
Then, pulling up his trousers, clutching his aunt's little undergarment in his hand, he quietly walked toward the half-open door.
Hearing the rushing water coming from inside, Jiang Yun's heart pounded even harder.
After gently pushing open the inner room door, Jiang Yun saw a curtain. Through the transparent curtain, Jiang Yun could vaguely glimpse Consort Ling holding water droplets in her hands in the pool.
Then it slowly lifted up, flowing down its smooth body. Through the curtain, Jiang Yun couldn't see it very clearly. At that moment, a gust of wind blew by.
The curtains fluttered, and Jiang Yun saw Consort Ling bathing in a wooden tub, truly as pure and holy as a plum blossom.
Consort Ling's legs were so delicate. When she gently lifted them in the water, a few water droplets were still clinging to them, especially the dark lotus pods deep within her legs.
Floating in the water, the sight of her ignited Jiang Yun's lust; he only wanted to pin this most beloved beauty beneath him and pamper her.
At this moment, Consort Ling waved her hand at the palace maid who was serving her and said, "You can go out first and close the door. If the First Prince comes, tell him to wait outside the door."
The palace maid responded with a "yes" and slipped out. As usual, Jiang Yun hid herself. After the palace maid closed the main hall door, Jiang Yun secretly slipped back to the inner room door and peeked in through the crack.
At this moment, Consort Ling was unaware that Jiang Yun was peeking at her from behind. After a while, she actually sat on the edge of the wooden tub, facing Jiang Yun.
She cupped her two full, white breasts in her hands, gently grasping and kneading them, her breath coming in short gasps.
After stroking them for a while, the two bright red nipples slowly swelled and hardened in her palm, and Consort Ling felt an increasingly intense pleasure.
Consort Ling stroked her breasts and nipples with one hand, while her other hand slid down her smooth body to her lower body, past the deep lotus pod.
Consort Ling's hand was stroking the outer edge of that deep red, swollen flower lips, and Consort Ling's breathing became heavier.
Because Consort Ling was facing Jiang Yun through the bathtub, Jiang Yun could only see that Consort Ling's arms were trembling slightly and her body was shaking.
Jiang Yun couldn't see clearly what Consort Ling was doing, but through his experience, he knew what Consort Ling's action meant.
During this period, the emperor was extremely busy with important affairs of state and inevitably neglected to favor Consort Ling. This must have been a very painful thing for Consort Ling.
At least she has tasted the pleasure of being stimulated by desire. Women often feel empty and lonely when they haven't been fulfilled for too long.
Especially for a woman like Consort Ling, who was in her prime and most eager for love, loneliness was the most unbearable. Therefore, she comforted herself that this behavior was not really a reckless thing in the harem.