Dai Mengna found herself able to soar alongside Gao Liang, her body now light as air. Gao Liang held her jade hand, swiftly navigating through the time-space tunnel. "The Yue Guang Treasure Box! Wow! We're inside the Yue Guang Treasure Box!" Finally realizing she was within the legendary Yue Guang Treasure Box, Mengna was thrilled. "Mengna! Look! This is the history of our Chinese nation!" Following Gao Liang's pointing gesture, Mengna looked downward. There, on the northern desert, a stunning, breathtaking beauty rode a tall Mongolian horse, moving steadily deeper into the northern region, accompanied by numerous Han people and protected by a group of Mongolian cavalry. "Which dynasty is this? I just can't make sense of it!" Mengna, a genuine American woman with a deep interest in Chinese history, asked Gao Liang. Gao Liang smiled and said, "This is the Han Dynasty—the story of Zhaojun's journey to the northern frontier. Have you heard of it?" "Not at all!" Dai Mengna shook her head, grasping the hem of Guo Huang's robe as if a sparrow perched in his arms, and said, "Husband! Please tell me! Mengna really beg you!" "Ha ha! Wife! Our Chinese civilization spans five thousand years, rich and splendid—while your America only has a few hundred years of history. Look! I've brought you a book—just read it, and you'll understand!" Dai Mengna took the book—*A Chronicle of China's Five Thousand Years*—and immediately became enthusiastic. With Guo Huang's help, she began reading the history of our Chinese civilization. Once she grasped the historical context of Wang Zhaojun's journey to the northern frontier, she was deeply moved by the greatness of Wang Zhaojun's feat. "She's truly magnificent! She sacrificed her own happiness for the happiness of the entire nation and the people!" Mengna said, gazing at Wang Zhaojun's retreating figure. At the same time, she added with admiration, "The history of China is truly profound and magnificent! I absolutely love it, Husband!" I truly have a wish—to travel throughout the entire Chinese land, to fully understand its history and customs! I love China! Because China is a great nation! "Indeed! Wife! When I have time, I'll take you back to our homeland!" High Light smiled. The two of them gazed at each other. Just as they were about to kiss, the Yue Guang Bao He space suddenly braked. "Here we are! Step down, my honored Miss Daimengna!" High Light was most gentlemanly, making a graceful gesture to invite her, which made Daimengna feel absolutely delighted. Daimengna descended gracefully, only to find that High Light's several wives had all rushed out from the bedroom, marveling at her: "Wow! Daimengna! It's you, isn't it? You've become even more beautiful! In just one hour, you've transformed so beautifully! Hurry up and tell us your secret beauty regimen!" Daimengna didn't know what to say, yet she was naturally overjoyed, her face glowing with a radiant smile. At this moment, our highlight stepped in to answer: "Ladies! Want to know the answer?" "Yes! Husband! Please tell us!" The beautiful women all urged Highlight to reveal the answer. One sentence Highlight spoke made Daimeng deeply touched. "I'd like to use this opportunity to announce an important message: Daimeng, the esteemed lady, is officially joining my harem. I believe all the women entering my harem are truly outstanding. To be my wife is no guarantee of a free meal—I don't like 'vase-type' beauties. If you don't perform well, I'll certainly let you go!" Highlight was known for being decisive. The women all responded in unison: "Yes!" "Now, go!" With a wave of his hand, the sisters returned to their bedrooms to rest. As Daimeng was about to leave, Highlight said, "Daimeng! Stay!" Then he took her hand and led her to the master bedroom. The main bedroom was exceptionally spacious and exquisitely furnished, so luxurious it felt like a royal palace—more opulent than even the White House. Daimona had visited the White House before, but never had she seen such lavish decor in the main bedroom. "Daimona!" Guangliang gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, passionately kissing her delicate face, from her neck all the way to her earlobes. Daimona felt deeply flustered, her heart pounding vigorously. She wanted to push him away, yet she found herself utterly powerless. With one hand, Guangliang reached into the fabric of Daimona’s bra, gently massaging and caressing her generous breasts. As a U.S. beauty, Daimona’s bust was notably larger—by one size—than that of Chinese women. Guangliang found the full, soft texture of her breasts incredibly pleasurable, growing more enchanted with each touch. As Guangliang’s hands gently stroked her, Daimona softly hummed through her nose, and her elegant eyes began to grow dreamy. Gao Liang noticed that Dai Mengna was truly beautiful. Having seen many European and American fashion models, he found her vastly superior to all of them. Dai Mengna had a slender figure, with unusually large and full breasts—extremely alluring. Her waist was delicate, like that of a water snake; Gao Liang could easily encircle it with both hands, and her round, full buttocks felt smooth and supple when he touched them. Her skin was exceptionally fair—typical of an American white woman, as white as a blank sheet of paper, soft and fresh, like a piece of pure jade, pure and untouched. Her eyes, like deep blue stones, sparkled constantly, and her long, golden hair flowed smoothly and gracefully. Her oval face gave her the appearance of a truly stunning beauty. At this moment, the large LCD screen in the master bedroom was playing a European-American romantic film—one that Highlight particularly loved. The passionate scenes on screen left Highlight completely breathless. As for the woman before him, Diana, she stirred even greater passion in him. He began tearing at her underwear. Diana stopped him, saying, "I'd like to take a shower!" Highlight agreed. In the bathroom, the sound of flowing water filled the room, the waterfalls of the shower gently splashing against the beauty, making the scene even more captivating to the man. Highlight lit a cigar, took a slow draw, and exhaled a steady stream of smoke, feeling an immediate sense of well-being. A pre-dinner cigar—like being a heavenly being! Highlight always enjoyed lighting a cigar before showing his special affection to his wife. Soon, Diana stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a robe, her fair legs revealed, her long golden hair glistening with moisture, and a delicate fragrance filling the entire bedroom. Daimei eagerly lifted her husband, Gao Liang, and sat him on the sofa, watching European-American adult films. "Husband! You're so bad! Don't look!" Daimei quickly rushed to grab the remote control, eager to turn off the scene that made her feel rather nauseous. "What do you mean? I've been watching these films while practicing qigong!" Gao Liang said seriously. "Hmph! I don't believe you!" Daimei promptly used her body to block the large LCD television. She'd rather her husband watched her body than this kind of adult film—how could it be any more disgusting? When she'd just witnessed that intense scene, she'd actually felt queasy, as though she might vomit. She never thought her husband, now a godly figure, would be so unrefined. "Look at me, Daimei!" Gao Liang smiled mysteriously. So Daimei now looked straight into his eyes—she hadn't realized it until she saw it, but once she did, it was truly overwhelming. What she now saw on her screen was exactly the passionate scene that Gao Liang had just witnessed. Strange! How odd! I've always been resistant to A-movies, yet whenever I see Gao Liang's bright eyes, that scene just won't fade away! "I don't want to see it! I don't want to see it!" Dai Mengna hates A-movies, her hands pressed tightly over her eyes and face. But this isn't about whether she wants to see it or not—it's that the scene Gao Liang just witnessed has now vividly unfolded before her own eyes. It's so clear and real, you can't help but look. Dai Mengna has always been a girl of exceptional modesty, having rarely watched A-movies since childhood—she calls them revolting. Yet this time, the scene of the heroine and the hero passionately embracing and loving each other keeps persisting in her mind, strongly stimulating her nerves. It's not something she can simply push away; she feels her consciousness slipping away, a strange, inexplicable desire spreading throughout her body. She longs deeply for a man to cherish and love her, and her gaze naturally settles on Gao Liang. In his eyes, he sees a strikingly handsome, strong, and vigorous appearance—more robust than the man portrayed in A-list films.