[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 12

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Chapter 94, The Most Enchanting Fragrance of a Daughter (Part 1)

Mingruo watched in slight terror as the ribbon drew closer and closer to her legs, while Xu Lidi's lips and tongue remained firmly on her chest. Her face paled with fear. She was still wearing her underpants, yet Xu Lidi had the ability to pull them away without her noticing. A sudden chill ran through her lower body. Mingruo instinctively tried to close her legs, but her left leg, tied in mid-air, made any attempt to dodge futile.

Xu Lidi wrapped the ribbon around his finger, then gently slipped it between Mingruo's legs. He clearly saw her petite body tremble slightly. His thin lips curved into a smile. Xu Lidi withdrew his hand, pressed his face against Mingruo's chest, and smiled. "Such a sensitive body."

Her beautiful purple eyes rippled with tears. Mingruo was both ashamed and embarrassed, and there was also a hint of resentment at being preyed upon. She endured the shame and indignation of her young body being humiliated and defiled, and struggled again. Simple intercourse would be fine, but if, if these strange and unusual things were used, she would definitely not be able to accept it!

This was her thought, but Emperor Xuli did not care. Anyway, she was already in his hands, and he could play with her however he wanted. With a flick of his finger, the ribbon was untied and fell from his fingertips. With a slight flick of his finger, the fabric that was originally wrapped around his wrist cleverly passed between Mingruo's legs as if it had eyes, and fell straight to the bookshelf behind him and tied a knot.

"Ah—" The ribbon rose high, and Mingruo sat low, causing her to involuntarily gasp. Her private parts immediately released a little moisture due to the intense friction. Her face flushed, and to avoid further contact with the ribbon, she had to prop herself up. But with her left leg bound, how high could she sit? At best, she could avoid the ribbon sinking in.

A leisurely smile slowly curved onto his handsome face. Xu Lidi gently tugged at the end of the ribbon in his hand, slowly pulling it over and then putting it back. Mingruo's face flushed crimson, and fine beads of sweat began to drip from her forehead. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the shameful moan that almost escaped her lips. Her ten delicate toes curled up, and her wrists, bound above her head, thrashed about uncontrollably. "Ah…" Realizing the moan was coming out, she immediately bit her lip even harder.

"What's wrong? Call out for your father to hear. Ruo'er's voice is so beautiful, it would be a pity not to." Emperor Xuli teased, lifting his face from her chest, looking at her flushed face and trembling chest. "

Mmm...no...don't...don't do it...Father...don't do it...ah ah..." Mingruo wanted to shake her head, but Emperor Xuli actually lifted the ribbon upwards. The soft fabric finally sank deep into the fragrant, moist crevice. Waves of spasmodic pleasure drove Mingruo almost crazy. Her private parts hurt a little from the ribbon's constriction, but more than that, they felt numb and itchy. Such soft and delicate things were not suitable for her. She wanted, wanted something bigger and harder... Startled by her own thoughts, Mingruo's eyes widened, and her lower body involuntarily released a thick layer of moisture. Emperor Xuli was still staring intently, and the extreme humiliation made her body even more sensitive. "It hurts...don't...waaaah..."

"It hurts?" Emperor Xu Li repeated, his fingers sliding along the ribbon, gently touching the moist, warm forbidden area of the young girl. "How could it hurt? Father Emperor has calculated the force." His fingertips pried open the ribbon binding the pink flesh and dug inside. Ming Ruo cried out pitifully, her whole body losing strength as she sat down. The ribbon sank deeper, her body aching and itching more, and her strength waned. That finger dug around in her tender opening, as if trying to pull something out. Ming Ruo couldn't see her lower body, but she could feel her love fluid flowing down like she had lost control of her bladder.

"Little thing, so delicate." Emperor Xu Li chuckled, then reached out and loosened the restraints on Ming Ruo's wrists, allowing her to lie down on the soft couch, no longer having to struggle to sit up. "You're already this delicate even when you're not attracting attention. If your father had spoiled you since you were little, you'd be out of control!" He teased, but his hands didn't stop moving. Mingruo's eyes were brimming with tears from being touched, and her two tender petals clung tightly to Emperor Xuli's fingers. Her hot inner walls were like a greedy little mouth, biting down hard and refusing to let go.

When Emperor Xuli withdrew his hand, the blanket on the soft couch beneath Mingruo was almost completely soaked. The soft down was covered with glistening liquid and all stuck together. Her delicate pink vulva was still twitching, and another mouthful of love juice was spit out. Emperor Xuli's eyes darkened as he watched the slippery liquid slowly flow out, sticking to the already soaked down and dripping back and forth without falling. It was truly the most alluring sight. Any man who saw such a beautiful scene would not have lived a life without regrets.

Mingruo lay on her back on the soft couch, her fair chest heaving. Xu Lidi pressed down to kiss her lips, and she closed her eyes, offering no resistance, silently accepting the kiss. Her small hands clenched into fists, her bare breasts flattened by his touch, yet their delicate shape remained visible. Xu Lidi reached out and hooked the ribbon binding her nipples, gently pulling it down to reveal her smooth, snowy flesh, already covered in red marks.

He couldn't bear to play any more cruel tricks on her, even though he considered these mere props for marital intimacy. Mingruo was too shy and young to withstand it, but it didn't matter; there was plenty of time, they could take their time.

The ribbon was a waste; when she angered him, he had intended to tie her up completely, but now it was only used on her breasts and private parts. Although he had satisfied his desire, there was still a lingering regret.

His thin lips gently pecked at her swollen, red lips. After kissing Mingruo for only a short while, Xu Lidi shifted his attention. He tossed the ribbon between her soft, tender legs to the ground, and with a large hand, spread her slender, white legs wide, revealing her glistening pink flower.

Mingruo was startled by this position and instinctively tried to cover herself, but she forgot that although the restraints on her wrists had loosened, they were still there, leaving her no room to resist. In the end, she could only bite her lip , close her eyes

, and pretend nothing had happened. Xu Lidi wasn't in a hurry. He simply and slowly teased her wet crotch, his fingertips exploring but not penetrating. The two tender labia were constantly twitching, and the tiny, almost invisible opening involuntarily released slippery love juice under his gaze. The sparse, fine hairs became sticky and unsightly, but this sight only aroused his desire further.

Being young and blessed with natural advantages, this paradise was unlike any woman he had ever played with before. No matter how many times he saw her, touched her, or entered her, she remained as pink and juicy as ever, making him drool and never getting tired of her. Even the fluids she exuded didn't have the fishy smell of other women; it was a pure, feminine fragrance, like the scent of flowers and wine, capable of bewitching one's soul.

Chapter 095, The Most Enchanting Fragrance of a Daughter (Part 2)

This position, this position is just too shameful!

Mingruo struggled back and forth with her bound hands, her beautiful eyes filled with tears: "No... Father..." She desperately kicked her legs, trying to cover her private parts, but Emperor Xuli was not one to give up so easily. He simply smiled and spread her legs even wider. Mingruo's tears fell even more rapidly, but because of extreme shame, she refused to cry out. Her restrained little appearance was so charming that Emperor Xuli almost couldn't think straight. "Father... Ruo'er begs you... please stop—" She suddenly screamed, then bit her lip tightly, turning her head away, her lower body convulsing violently. The reason was simple: Emperor Xu Li had taken her private parts into his mouth.

His body temperature was naturally colder than most people, but his lips and tongue were still warm, especially when aroused, they were incredibly hot. Her tender pink orifice, trembling and dripping with love juice, was instantly aroused even more when he took it into his mouth.

Emperor Xu Li was not a lustful person, but that didn't mean he was abstinent. Under normal circumstances, he would almost never take the initiative when the concubines served him in bed. After venting his desires, he would send them away, which was his usual practice. But when it came to matters between men and women with Ming Ruo, it was different. He was willing to condescend to do something that an emperor would never stoop to, in order to please her, to please her, and to let her derive pleasure from it.

Gently touching the two pinkish labia, Emperor Xu Li discovered they were even more delicate than he had imagined. In his mouth, they felt like two fragile peach petals, velvety and soft, seemingly melting in his mouth. He didn't dare suckle forcefully, but instead extended his tongue and licked inside. This wasn't the first time he had kissed Ming Ruo's private parts, but every time he did, she resisted fiercely. After all, she was only a seventeen-year-old girl. In the common world, she might already be a wife and mother, but to him, she was still an innocent girl who would blush at the slightest touch.

Ming Ruo could clearly hear her father's head, buried between her legs, moving rhythmically. With each powerful lick, the sound of flowing water emanated from between her legs, particularly noticeable in the quiet room. Her small hands clenched into fists. She didn't understand why he always tormented her like this, making the foreplay so long, refusing to stop until he broke her resistance. The trembling little pink nipple was sucked, and Xu Lidi sucked on it as if sucking on her little nipple, sometimes gently biting it and pulling it outward. Mingruo was really about to cry this time. This feeling was really uncomfortable, but in the discomfort, there was also a familiar pleasure and stimulation. Her pink lips parted, and she couldn't help but tilt her head back and close her eyes, trying to resist this feeling but to no avail. The sound of water was louder, squeezing and slurping, and more juices flowed involuntarily from her flower cave. Xu Lidi liked it very much and swallowed it all - she was the only person who could make him willingly do this for her, although Mingruo did not feel flattered.

The torture continued for an unknown amount of time, until Mingruo was about to reach her limit. Emperor Xuli showed no sign of stopping. His small hand flailing in the air, as if trying to grab something to use as a shield, Mingruo cried out, begging for mercy: "Father, Father, stop, stop!! No more, ahhh—" Her tender orifice, bitten in Emperor Xuli's mouth, began to tremble and quiver. She clenched her teeth, enduring the urge to climax, begging Emperor Xuli to remove his mouth. Even though their relationship was no longer innocent, Mingruo still refused to let her god-like father drink what was inside her.

But Emperor Xuli didn't think so. He lightly licked her swollen, engorged clitoris and continued to suck vigorously. Mingruo cried out as she climaxed, the cool liquid deep within her flower chamber flowing uncontrollably, but blocked inside by Emperor Xuli's tongue. Her body, still trembling from the intense pleasure, drooped limply. Her small hands, which had been held upright in the air, now fell limply. If you looked closely, you could even see that her ten fingers were shaking. Mingruo thought that this torture was finally over, but she was wrong. Emperor Xuli showed no sign of leaving her private parts. "...Father...Father, please stop... Waaah...Stop, stop..."

Emperor Xuli felt his mouth filled with the fragrance of his daughter, the intoxicating scent enveloping him. He smiled and kissed the two swollen petals that had been sucked, his tongue probing inside, sucking the cool love juice that gushed forth little by little into his stomach.

The soothing sound of water made Mingruo blush all over. She was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. Her watery eyes watched her father's ecstatic actions, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she hung in the air. Her body was still incredibly sensitive after her orgasm; every time Xu Lidi lightly bit her, she shuddered. If it weren't for the outer robe covering her body, which partially concealed her eroticism, Mingruo might have already died of shame and indignation. Still using his hands? How can that possibly bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

After the love juice inside the flower path was sucked dry, Xu Lidi turned back to the juices around the tender hole. He licked slowly and deliberately, as if deliberately trying to make her uncomfortable. He even licked every fine hair clean until Mingruo's delicate private parts were completely clean and tidy—except for the swollen opening and two petals, which still showed traces of passion.

"The finest fragrance of a daughter." A frivolous smile slowly appeared on his handsome face. Xu Lidi stuck out his tongue and licked around his lips, rolling up all the remaining nectar into his mouth. He swallowed it in front of Mingruo, making her face turn as red as the clouds on the horizon.

Mingruo, overwhelmed with shame, turned her head away. Her left leg, which had been bound in mid-air, suddenly felt lighter. She instinctively turned to look and saw that Emperor Xuli had already untied the ribbons binding her. Her purple eyes immediately filled with anticipation as she looked at him, expecting him to untie her hands as well. Unfortunately, she was disappointed; Emperor Xuli had no intention of untying them completely.

"Father has kissed Ruor'er's blushing flower, shouldn't Ruor'er reciprocate?" His slender fingers hooked her delicate chin, asking meaningfully.

Mingruo didn't understand, blinking her eyes in confusion until she saw Emperor Xuli's gaze fall downwards. Her face turned deathly pale. He...he wanted her to kiss him there too!

"Look at this poor little thing," he chuckled, slowly removing the remaining clothing from his body, releasing his desire in front of Mingruo's stunned eyes. She immediately closed her eyes, too frightened to look any longer. With a wave of his hand, the ribbon binding Mingruo's hands snapped. The little girl immediately and nervously tore off the broken ribbon, then retreated into the soft couch, only to have one of her small hands grabbed and brought to his crotch. Mingruo was terrified. She looked at Emperor Xuli with teary eyes: "Father..."

"Why are you calling me Father?" He raised an eyebrow. "Or do you want to kiss me with this little mouth?"

She immediately shook her head vigorously.

"Then be a good girl." His large hand grasped her small hand, guiding her to rub his burning phallus through her thin underpants.

Chapter 096, The Most Enchanting Fragrance of a Daughter (Part 2)

The bulge under her palm was so hot, so large, filled with unknown danger and aggression. It was this thing that had possessed her body, plunging her into an abyss of morality from which she could not escape. Mingruo timidly placed her hand on it, too young and unsure of what to do, and could only remain still. Fortunately, Emperor Xuli had no intention of deliberately making things difficult for her. He paused for a few seconds, then took Mingruo's hand and began to touch it.

Under the gentle touch, her swollen groin became even more frightening. Mingruo tried to pull her hand back several times, but Emperor Xuli stopped her each time. She turned her head away, too ashamed and indignant to look. This scene was too stimulating for her. Although she and her father had already consummated their marriage, when she took the initiative to touch him, Mingruo felt as if she was not being forced to submit. She felt that she had betrayed Duanmu Yun and had become shameless, committing adultery with her own father. If word got out, how could she face anyone!

Seeing her lowered and submissive appearance, she became even more charming. Emperor Xuli held Mingruo's hand and stroked his penis back and forth while teasingly saying, "What's wrong? Father can kiss you there, but now you can't even help Father masturbate?" As he spoke, he slipped Mingruo's hand through the gap and stuffed it into his underpants!

The sensation of her soft little hand directly contacting the hot, cylindrical object nearly scared Mingruo out of her wits. She never imagined that the thing that always made her feel so agonizing was so hot, so powerful, and so unfamiliar. She desperately tried to pull her hand away, but Emperor Xuli easily held it down. She was both ashamed and afraid, and yet the thing was still throbbing beneath her palm, its bulging veins like beams of scorching light, making her palm tremble uncontrollably. "Father..."

"Be good, don't move, if you don't want to use this little mouth." Emperor Xuli lowered his head, lifted her face, and kissed her, his tongue licking her lips, still carrying her scent. Mingruo felt a little nauseous, but she held back. She didn't dare anger him, so she could only tearfully follow the rhythm of his large hand as he moved it up and down. The extremely erotic sensation made her face grow redder and redder. With each stroke, her soft little hand would touch that thick patch of hair, hard and prickly, making her hand hurt a little. Xu Lidi stuffed her hand into his underpants, so Mingruo couldn't see what was inside, but even so, she was almost dying of shame. "Hmm...good girl, just like that, touch it with your finger..." He guided her fingertips to the small opening at the tip of his penis. "Yes, right here, Ruo'er learns so quickly..."

Her slender fingertips kept rubbing against the small hole at the tip. Although she couldn't see it, Mingruo clearly felt tiny droplets of water starting to emerge from the hole—slippery and cool. She didn't know what it was, but she figured it couldn't be anything proper. Perhaps Emperor Xuli felt that one small hand wasn't enough, so he took Mingruo's other hand and gestured for her to put it inside herself.

Mingruo froze, her fair palm hovering outside Emperor Xuli's underpants for a long time, but ultimately she didn't have the courage to put it inside. If you looked closely, you could see her trembling uncontrollably: "Father... Ruo'er dares not..." Her

soft, timid tone softened Emperor Xuli's heart. He stroked Mingruo's head, his fingers twirling her long hair, and whispered soothingly, "It's alright, just imitate the movements of your other hand."

In other words, she couldn't avoid it. Mingruo bit her lip, her small hand tearing open Emperor Xuli's underpants, trembling as she reached inside. His large, hot member instantly filled her palm. She dared not pull out, only obeying his instructions to use her other hand to stroke it up and down, occasionally wiping away the clear fluid seeping from the tip. She continued like this for a long time, but Emperor Xuli wouldn't ejaculate. Mingruo knew she couldn't escape if she didn't satisfy him, but she didn't know how to please him. Her face was filled with fear. In desperation, she looked up at Emperor Xuli for help: "Father..."

Emperor Xuli chuckled softly, his large hand grasping her small hand through his underpants, guiding it towards his erect scrotum: "Touch here too." He then kneaded her hand, deriving intense pleasure from it.

Mingruo hesitated for a moment, then grasped a round scrotum—the heat, even more intense than the penis, startled her. It felt like a bouncy ball in her hand, always slipping out. Suppressing her embarrassment, she grabbed it again and began to knead it gently. Emperor Xuli was exceptionally gifted; even this part was larger than that of ordinary men. She needed both her small hands to close one scrotum. His

deep purple eyes narrowed slowly. Emperor Xuli leisurely closed his eyes and pulled Mingruo into his arms, enjoying the intense pleasure she brought him. Although the little beauty had no skill, and her strength was haphazard and disorganized, the mere fact that she was manipulating him gave him immense satisfaction. Duanmu Yun had never had the chance to experience this, absolutely never. Although he hadn't taken her virginity, there were many more such "firsts" he would take back from her. "My dear Ruo'er..." It was time.

Mingruo only heard Emperor Xuli call her name once, and before she could react, she was suddenly lying on her back on the soft couch, her slender white legs parted, revealing her still swollen and red vulva.

She was both frightened and terrified, her hands involuntarily reaching out to Emperor Xuli for comfort: "Father..."

"Good girl." Emperor Xuli leaned down, his large hand stroking her face, his desire, aroused by her small hands, fiercely pressing against her tender pink vulva, mimicking the friction of impending intercourse. "Father is about to love you." He gently held her two trembling hands reaching out to him, offering her comfort and security. Who said she didn't have him in her heart? Otherwise, why would she ask this father, who had forced her to offer herself, for a hug at this moment?

It wasn't that she didn't have him; it was just that she hadn't realized it yet. It was just that he didn't hold the same weight in her heart as Duanmu Yun, as Consort Huai, or even as much as a mere palace maid.

But it doesn't matter, there's plenty of time. One day, her heart will only hold him, and she won't want anyone else.

Even Mingruo herself couldn't explain why, when Xu Lidi held her hand, the intense sense of security and peace that immediately enveloped her was so overwhelming. Yet, it was also him who made her feel uneasy and fearful. These two completely different feelings merged so naturally and contradictorily. She was confused, but in this confusion, the only person she could rely on was him.

A huge desire pressed against her delicate opening, slowly sinking downwards. Only the tip had entered when Mingruo couldn't help but grip Xu Lidi's hand and groan softly. It was numb and painful, and she felt incredibly swollen. Each entry felt like torture.

The water was running low. Xu Lidi glanced at her with his purple eyes, leaving one hand clasped with hers, while the other slid between her legs and began gently massaging and squeezing, hoping she would quickly become wet so he could enter a little more.

Chapter 097, Who Has Changed? (Above)

Subconsciously, Mingruo brought her legs together, panting heavily with her mouth open, trying to expel the slowly encroaching tingling and itching sensation. But Emperor Xuli's hands were so irresistible that she quickly lost the ability to resist. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her temples were soaked: "Father... ah... don't pinch there..." Her hands, held in his palms, couldn't break free, let alone stop him.

The more she resisted, the more he insisted. His cool fingertips hooked out the small bud hidden in her tender red petals, then gently rubbed it up and down. Every few rubs, he would pinch it hard, giving her the most direct stimulation. Mingruo truly couldn't take it anymore, and her love juice slowly overflowed, quickly lubricating the part where the two were intertwined. "It's actually quite comfortable, isn't it? Be good, don't cry anymore, look at you, your face is all smeared with tears."

Mingruo sobbed as she looked up at him with her teary eyes. Her purple eyes, washed by tears, appeared even clearer and brighter. Combined with the alluring charm on her cheeks, she looked like a jade sculpture of a beautiful woman, her delicate beauty enhanced by her charm: "Waaah... Father..." Her slender body snuggled even closer into Emperor Xuli's arms, wanting him to hold her.

Emperor Xu Li smiled, releasing her hand and then gracefully withdrawing his hand from between her legs before pulling her into his embrace, easing her fear and unease. "Be good, isn't your father right here?" Ming Ruo closed her eyes

, her arms instinctively reaching for Emperor Xu Li. Even though she knew this man was her father, even though she knew emperors were often heartless and cruel, at this moment she cared about nothing. This situation filled her with unease and panic; she desperately needed strong arms to embrace her, but Duanmu Yun was not there.

He was her only support, both by blood and by body.

Clearly feeling how tightly Mingruo was holding him, Xu Lidi gently smiled—a smile completely unlike his usual cold and unpredictable demeanor, but a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart. He kissed Mingruo's forehead, his voice low and husky as if hypnotizing her, saying, "Ruo'er, do you know that the only person in this world who can be with you is me? Everyone else is just an embellishment to your long life. The only person you can rely on is me, understand?" He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up slightly. He originally wanted to let go of her, but she clung to him and refused to let go. Helpless, he had no choice but to move up a bit with her in his arms, otherwise her legs would have to remain crossed.

He said "I"... Did that mean he wasn't angry anymore?

Mingruo, lost in thought, forgot to respond to Emperor Xuli's words, only holding him tighter. No matter how unbearable their relationship was, from a bloodline perspective, they could never sever their bond. Mingruo didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't deny that she still harbored deep affection for Emperor Xuli. If someone asked her who she loved more, Duanmu Yun or Emperor Xuli, she would tell them she loved Duanmu Yun, but the one she truly trusted and knew she could rely on was Emperor Xuli—something she didn't want to admit, but knew better than anyone else in her heart. In Emperor Xuli's arms, she thought of Duanmu Yun crying, but she wouldn't refuse his advances because of it. This wasn't just because he held all her weaknesses, but subconsciously, perhaps she knew she couldn't refuse. Conversely, if she were in Duanmu Yun's arms thinking of Emperor Xuli, she certainly couldn't fully immerse herself in lovemaking. A person's heart cannot be divided in two, but it can love two people simultaneously, only one more deeply than the other.

For example, Emperor Xuli was an emperor who only knew how to indulge in pleasure and lustfully coveted Mingruo's beauty. Mingruo would certainly not be moved by him, but he was not. In fact, it was truly remarkable that someone like Emperor Xuli was also obsessed with appearance. He wasn't obsessed with Mingruo's looks, but with her as a person. When he was fixated on her, appearance became insignificant. Not only did Mingruo not understand, but perhaps even Emperor Xuli himself didn't know why he wanted her so much, disregarding propriety and morality.

He always saw people more clearly than she did. Mingruo, caught in this vortex, was lost and helpless, not knowing where to go, but Emperor Xuli, also caught in the middle, clearly knew what he wanted and what he needed. Even though he was deeply involved, he could calmly choose, assess the situation that was advantageous to him, and decide on his next move. Otherwise, how could he have become the most ruthless and decisive monarch in the history of the Da'an Dynasty?

Just as Mingruo was sobbing softly, Xuli Di had already entered her almost halfway. Her delicate passage was stretched to its limit. Although there was enough love fluid for lubrication, Mingruo still gasped in pain. It was too much to ask of such a gifted and mature man for her body, which was not yet fully developed.

Seeing her sobbing, Xuli Di sighed softly, lifted her tear-streaked face, and kissed her: "My sweet baby, don't cry, okay?"

"It hurts..." Mingruo opened her tearful eyes and looked at him, her small hands changing from hugging to grabbing, pulling at his arm as if trying to tell him how much it hurt.

"I haven't gone in yet. It won't hurt after we do it for a while." His purple eyes glanced down at his lower body. While he was talking to her, he went in a little more. He could clearly feel that she was being stretched open, and his advance was being hindered. It seemed that he could not go any further, but he knew he could. Although his little beauty looked soft and delicate, this hole was of the highest quality. Although it was difficult to enter, she could definitely withstand it. "Just bear with it a little longer, Father is coming in soon."

Mingruo looked at Emperor Xuli in a daze, her grip on his arm tightening, and she cried out in pain, "No—ahhh—it hurts—" It felt like she was being split in two, so painful! Every time he came in, it hurt like this, and he still insisted on going all the way in! "Father—"

With a quick glance, Emperor Xuli clearly saw the two pink mounds, barely concealed by sparse hair, being forced inside by his penetration, the white mound turning slightly red from his insertion—that was from her pain. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pity, bending down to hug Mingruo tightly and comfort her, "Father is here, Ruo'er is not afraid." But his lower body still pressed in relentlessly.

He indulged her, the only two things he couldn't tolerate were her heartbreak and longing for Duanmu Yun, and her forbidding him to touch her in bed.

Everything else was fine, even if one day she climbed onto his lap and asked for the Imperial Seal or the throne.

"Waaah... Father... Don't go in anymore... It hurts..." Mingruo obediently let him hug her, her eyes full of tears. This wasn't the first time he had entered her body, nor was it the first time it had hurt like this, but it was the first time she dared to hug him like this and beg for mercy.

Yes, this was different from the forced lovemaking of the previous times. Since learning about Duanmu Yun, Mingruo had recovered from the brief shock and despair and felt like a different person.

Chapter 098, Who Changed (Part 2)

"It won't hurt, it'll be fine once it goes in. Ruo'er will feel very comfortable in a while." Emperor Xuli kissed her little face again and again, holding her and giving her the greatest comfort. "Father won't hurt you, be good and don't move, okay?"

Tears welled up on her long black eyelashes. Mingruo sobbed and shook her head, feeling as if she was being split in two, half body and half soul, half in his arms and half floating in the air: "Hmm... Ruo'er won't move... Ahh..." She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together tightly, feeling disheveled by the big thing that had entered between her legs.

"So good." His hands caressed her slender, white legs, and Xu Lidi slowly and forcefully parted them. Her legs were long and thin, her skin like jade, the feel of them incredibly exquisite. And when he parted them to reveal the tender, pink opening he had been possessing, an uncontrollable, fierce desire surged within him. "Ruo'er is so beautiful."

Ming Ruo, both shy and embarrassed, reached out to cover herself, but he grabbed her hand halfway, forcibly pressing it above her head, rendering her immobile. Xu Lidi's teasing voice reached her ears: "Isn't it a pity to cover such a beautiful opening?" Beautiful scenery should, of course, be seen by those who know how to appreciate it.

Enduring intense shame, Ming Ruo pursed her lips, her watery eyes filled with pleading. Although still only seventeen, she was already a woman who understood the ways of the world, possessing an intoxicating charm that, combined with her natural beauty and supple body, made her even more alluring. Emperor Xuli found her alluring and charming appearance both pitiful and endearing. He released her hand, touched her delicate, pink cheek, pinched it, and said softly, "It's only for Father to see. No one else can see it or know about it, hmm?"

Hearing this, Mingruo knew that she no longer needed to struggle. Who could stop or refuse what she wanted? A faint sorrow immediately settled on her face, as if she were afraid or uneasy: "Waaah..."

"Why are you crying again?" Emperor Xu Li sighed, looking helpless. "You won't even let your father see?" As he spoke, his hand moved down to the point where the two were joined, gently kneading it. His slightly cool palm slowly rubbed her reddened, pitiful pink vulva, gently pulling out the two petals that he had inserted inside her. Ming Ruo's body trembled slightly. The tender flesh that had been squeezed inside her vulva was now being pulled out by his slightly rough fingers. It was too stimulating. She couldn't help but reach out and grab Emperor Xu Li's shoulder, shaking her head and sobbing: "Ah...no...no..." His movements were slow and torturous. She even felt that her whole body was about to lose its control. Apart from the gushing love juice flowing down her body, Ming Ruo had completely fallen into this frenzied lust.

The lewd and erotic scene gradually filled Emperor Xu Li's eyes. His long, slender, and icy fingers, touching the hot and tender petals, made Ming Ru tremble uncontrollably. Unable to resist, she could only obediently spread her legs and let Emperor Xu Li defile her. Her purple eyes closed, as if she dared not look, but her hands tightened their grip on him little by little. "Father... gently... it hurts..."

As her tender flesh was pulled out, the friction between the inner walls and Emperor Xu Li's penis caused her moist passage to burn with pain. Ming Ru whimpered softly, feeling as if her body was being torn apart and then glued back together, glued back together and then torn apart again. Her entire mind could only follow his thoughts, and she was completely unable to resist.

"Father, be gentle, does it still hurt now?" Emperor Xu Li kissed her tenderly, and his movements indeed became gentler. After prying out all the petals, he picked Ming Ruo up and made her sit in his arms. His desire, which had already penetrated all the way in, went even deeper, pressing directly against a tender, almost imperceptible soft flesh. Ming Ruo shivered, her large, watery eyes narrowing. It felt as if he had invaded her stomach, that thing had gone in so deep, so far... "Hmm... no, it doesn't hurt..." But it felt so sore, so swollen! "Father, be gentle... Ruo'er's stomach is so swollen, waah..." The penis, covered in

love juice, was pulled out a little, and Ming Ruo felt her body lighten, but deep inside, she felt as if something was missing, leaving her empty. She gripped Emperor Xu Li's arm with a little more force: "Father..."

"Is it still swollen like this?" He pulled it out a little more, leaving only a third inside her.

"It's not growing... Father..." Her little hands gripped tightly, and her bottom, nestled in Emperor Xu Li's lap, began to wriggle restlessly. Mingruo desperately needed something to fill the emptiness and unease in her heart. Her heart was in turmoil and ached, her mind foggy and unable to think clearly. But a faint voice kept calling her name in her mind. Mingruo didn't want to hear it, so she could only rely on the only person she could rely on. "Father... Father, come in... come into Ruo'er's body..." Tears streamed down her face. She knew what she was saying, but she couldn't control herself.

Because it was true; she genuinely wanted him to enter her body, to fill her completely, to make her feel fulfilled, so she would never have to suffer that heart-wrenching pain again.

"One minute you want Father to come out, the next you want Father to go in. What exactly do you want, you little rascal?" Emperor Xuli chuckled, granting her wish. Sure enough, he began to push in little by little. Since a large glans had been left inside before, entry was much easier this time. He went in with just a slight dip, returning to her silky, soft embrace. "How about this? Are you full?" With the question, Emperor Xuli pushed in hard. "Is your little tummy full now?"

Mingruo's eyes were still blurry with tears—she had forgotten why she was crying: "Full... umm—full..." Her little face lifted, her slightly swollen lips parted slightly, and a small tongue darted out. Her moist mouth exuded a faint peach blossom fragrance, as if enticing someone to kiss her. Emperor Xu Li knew she was asking for a kiss, so he lowered his head to meet hers, readily sucking on her pink tongue and drawing in all its sweet saliva. He then pulled her down slightly, and Ming Ruo let out a soft moan, her voice filled with both sorrow and pleasure. She clutched her stomach with her small hands, "Waaah... my stomach..." But the sound was muffled by Emperor Xu Li's mouth, only weak syllables audible.

"Father is going to start penetrating you," Emperor Xu Li whispered, giving her a heads-up. He then spread her slender white legs wider, revealing her private parts with his large penis inside her, and began to move up and down, supporting her buttocks.

Each thrust reached the deepest point, and her small cervix slowly opened under the thrusts of his large penis, preparing to receive the absolute possession of the emperor. Perhaps this position stimulated something, because every time Emperor Xu Li withdrew and then inserted about two-thirds of the way back in, it would brush against a tender spot, causing Ming Ruo to tremble. Her lower body would become even more lubricated, and under Emperor Xu Li's savage assault, Ming Ruo quickly became too weak to even move.

Chapter 099, Unable to Hate, Unable to Love.

Holding Emperor Xu Li's neck tightly, Ming Ruo leaned into his embrace as if afraid of losing something. Even when he pressed her to the bottom, she refused to let go. No matter how he played with her, Ming Ruo's face was buried in Emperor Xu Li's neck. Although their passion was deep, he could still clearly feel his neck slowly getting wet.

She cried again.

Emperor Xu Li covered her soft little bottom with his large hand and squeezed it. He sighed softly, "Little thing, why are you crying again? Did Father make you uncomfortable?"

Ming Ruo shook her head tremblingly. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable; it was precisely because she felt comfortable that she cried. From this moment on, it seemed that she had betrayed not only Duanmu Yun, but also herself. She didn't want to be locked in this deep palace, yet she had to stay. She had someone she loved, but couldn't be with him. She felt fear and regret for her incestuous relationship with her father, but was powerless to resist, unable to resist, and forced to continue wallowing in it. The greater the physical satisfaction, the more her heart ached. And when she realized she was powerless to refuse and involuntarily indulging, Mingruo felt even more desperate; she even began to feel self-loathing.

Seeing her shake her head but refuse to speak, and after a while, her little head buried itself in his neck, Emperor Xu Li found it somewhat amusing. But that silky, smooth, tender opening gently enveloped his strong desire, holding him tightly. Every inch of movement felt like countless adorable little mouths sucking at him—difficult to enter, reluctant to leave, incomparably ecstatic. "Then why are you crying? It feels so good… and you're still crying?" He lowered her, his desire thrusting in hard. Mingruo breathed softly, her hands holding him even tighter.

His hands, which had been supporting her buttocks, slowly slid upwards until they stopped under her armpits. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with a natural fragrance and smooth, jade-like skin. Except for the sparse hair that had not yet grown in her private parts, her entire body was flawless, even her armpits were alluring. Mingruo was confused by his gestures and did not know what he wanted to do, so she looked up. Her armpits were held, and her two slender arms that had been gripping Emperor Xuli naturally loosened. Without her support, Mingruo was very uneasy. Her hands waved in the air, and she made whimpering sounds: "Father... Waaah... I want a hug..."

It was as if she had suddenly regressed to her childhood, when Consort Huai was not by her side, and only the loyal Granny Duan was with her. Whenever she was afraid or uneasy, she would naturally reach out for that soft and warm embrace to drive away all the fear in her heart.

Mingruo was truly afraid. She feared that one day she would be drawn into this incestuous relationship between father and daughter that should never have existed. She was young and beautiful now, delicate as a flower, but when her beauty faded, many more beautiful women would appear. The hearts of emperors were unfathomable; they were the most passionate yet also the most heartless. If ordinary emperors were like this, how much more so Emperor Xuli?

She also feared that one day she would forget her past, forget how she had met and fallen in love with Duanmu Yun, and how she had made a vow to never leave him for life. She had promised him that they would grow old together. They had only enjoyed a short, less than a year of happiness together. Now she was trapped in this boundless fog, with no one to rescue her, and she didn't know how to get out. The only person who appeared before her was the master of this fog. He wanted her to stay with him and be his wife, completely disregarding the insurmountable blood ties between them. At this time, the person she had always trusted had forgotten her preparations for a new life. She could no longer see her mother or the trusted nanny. No one in the world could be as close to her, as intimately connected, as intertwined with her as the man before her. She could not live without trusting and relying on him, unless she wanted to drive herself mad.

The more Mingruo became immersed in this, the more she understood the gravity of the situation. Her heart began to drift towards an irreversible abyss. If no one came to guide her back on track, she would inevitably fall into the abyss of incestuous relations with her father.

Emperor Xu Li held her; she was crying so hard that even though the desire beneath him roared to possess her, he still forcefully suppressed it. This girl was not any other woman he could ruthlessly vent his desires on; she was a treasure he had held in his hands, which he had missed for seventeen years. If he truly loved and cherished her, he could not treat her as a tool for sexual gratification. He was willing to spoil her and indulge her, regardless of his own fate: "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? Even if we both die one day, it will be me, not you, who will be interrogated in the underworld. You just need to stay by my side, and don't worry about anything else." He would build an indestructible wall for her, with his own life and soul. He was the most noble person in the world, yet she could destroy it completely with just a flick of her finger.

If there truly was an underworld, he would go there alone.

Mingruo shook her head repeatedly. Emperor Xuli's gaze made her lack the courage to look him in the eye, but she couldn't stop herself from crying. Tears streamed down her face, unsure whether she was reminiscing about her past self or weeping for the uncertainties ahead.

"Still crying? You only need to stay in this world with your father for a few decades, and you'll be free after he passes away, won't you?" Emperor Xuli chuckled and kissed her lightly, his eyes filled with unwavering seriousness. "In your next life, you'll live happily, still born into a wealthy family, no longer suffering the cold stares you endure in this life, only to have your husband taken by your own father."

"...And what about you?" Mingruo's eyelashes fluttered, a tear falling and landing on their pressed bodies, the scalding heat sending a shiver down their spines.

"Me?" Her long eyebrows arched, seemingly indifferent. "Perhaps I'll be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, perhaps reborn as an animal, perhaps my soul will be scattered—who knows? In any case, I won't have the strength to snatch you away again. What if I were reborn as a pig? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?" He spoke with genuine helplessness, tinged with self-deprecation.

Mingruo bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter, but ultimately couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"How shameless! How old are you, still crying and laughing at the same time." Cool fingertips brushed away the glistening tears from her eyes.

Her wet, purple eyes blinked, and she looked earnestly at Emperor Xu Li: "...No, even if there really is a netherworld, I don't want you to go there. I...I also hope you can be born into a good family, but...please don't be so reckless anymore..." She still wanted a father like him, even though he was a bad person and unpredictable, he was still the person she respected and loved most in her life, no matter what he had done to her.

...She just couldn't truly see him as an ordinary man.

She only wanted this noble man to never be Emperor Xuli, who held the power of life and death over the world, but simply Ming Xuanzhen, who doted on her and loved her. He gave her life, allowing her to come into this world, and she felt deep affection for him, a father-daughter bond, but not in this way of physical intimacy.

Chapter 100, Close in Body and Heart

Upon hearing this, Emperor Xuli smiled gently.

He had lived for decades, and no one dared to say a bad word about him, nor dared to stop him from doing anything. He was willful, self-willed, doing whatever he wanted, not even caring about the throne, and no one had ever said a word against him. They all thought he was high above, the master of this world, holding the power of life and death over everyone. They feared him, flattered him, and even though they were terrified, they still wanted to get close to him to exchange for fame and fortune.

Mingruo stared blankly at him smiling, but didn't know what he was laughing about.

"What a silly girl." Emperor Xu Li pulled her closer, sighing softly. "Let's think about the next life after this one is over. It's too early to say anything now."

Two identical purple eyes gazed at each other. Suddenly, Emperor Xu Li's fingers touched Ming Ruo's cheek. He said softly, "Don't use that medicine anymore. Everyone in the world knows that Emperor Xu Li's new concubine, Ming Ruo, has purple eyes. There's no need to deliberately hide them." He loved those eyes looking at him quietly, full of tenderness and gentleness.

"...Yes." Ming Ruo looked at him for a while before timidly and tentatively reaching forward and nestling into his arms. She completely forgot that she was only wearing a thin outer garment. Her snow-white skin looked even more unbelievably beautiful against the pink and white dress. Her two small, white hands wrapped around Emperor Xu Li's neck, like a little animal that had recognized its master. But only Emperor Xu Li himself knew that from the moment she threw herself into his arms, it wasn't that he had conquered her, but rather that she had made him his devoted subject.

"Want a hug?" he whispered. Ming Ruo blinked her watery eyes and nodded, her small hands wrapping even tighter around his neck, as if afraid of losing him. Seeing her so charming and adorable, Emperor Xu Li's heart softened again. His hands, which had been under her armpits, moved to her back, pulling her soft body into his embrace. "Such a girl who will never grow up." It was good that

she wouldn't grow up; if she didn't, she wouldn't understand the joys and sorrows of this world, nor would she fall in love with anyone. She only needed to rely on him, accompany him, and never leave him.

Ming Ruo nestled obediently on Emperor Xu Li's shoulder, her small face resting against his cheek, her watery eyes fixed on his profile, her pink lips unconsciously opening and closing, exhaling a fragrant breath.

He was truly handsome. Mingruo hadn't seen many handsome men. When she was in school, she always read about how dashing a man was, with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and how elegant he was. She never believed it; how could anyone in this world be so handsome? But after seeing Emperor Xuli, all those descriptions flooded her mind. Seeing him, she knew that the so-called "heavenly being" was no exaggeration.

Like now, she was so close to him, yet she still couldn't see what he was thinking. She only felt his warmth, his height, and his wisdom—enough to shelter her from the world. She only needed to stay quietly by his side, and he could give her the most stable life.

But… that wasn't what she wanted.

She didn't want to live her whole life in this cannibalistic palace, nor did she want to never have children. Although Emperor Xuli repeatedly said he wanted her to bear him an heir, she knew better than anyone that it was impossible. Even if she were to become pregnant one day, the child couldn't be born. The incestuous relationship between father and daughter is an unforgivable sin, and if a child were to be born… Mingruo simply couldn't believe what kind of punishment Heaven would bestow upon them. This magnificent palace, seemingly beautiful and flawless, could actually devour people until nothing remained. Even if the child were successfully born without any defects, who could guarantee that he would grow up safely? And when he grew up… he would inherit the throne, becoming another member of the royal family.

She wanted her child to grow up in a beautiful place, not necessarily intelligent or beautiful, but healthy and safe, without any guilty conscience, and capable of standing tall and upright. This palace was not her home. If she truly could never leave, she would rather die here than risk leaving again.

Who else could stay by his side?

Tears began to fall again. Mingruo quietly wrapped her arms around Emperor Xuli's neck. He had nothing but this world. If she truly had to give up all the beautiful ideas she had once held, then let her stay with him, even if one day Heaven would punish her.

Emperor Xuli didn't look down at her, nor did he say anything more. He had never been one to open himself up completely. Decades of royal life had cooled his blood. If it weren't for Mingruo, who knew what he would have become?

The sorrow in the room seemed to recede slightly, and the distance between the two seemed to grow closer. Perhaps incest between father and daughter was unacceptable to the world, even condemned by heaven, but… how could she let him bear the consequences alone? Mingruo no longer had the strength to investigate who was right and who was wrong. From the moment she learned that Duanmu Yun was about to have a new life, she had already despaired.

Perhaps despair was the beginning of another hope, or perhaps not, who knew?

Their bodies were still intertwined. Father and daughter, bound by blood, were doing what only husband and wife should do in this way. It shouldn't have happened, but neither could control it; one was unable to restrain herself, and the other was unable to resist.

Emperor Xu Li pressed Ming Ruo down upon him, but he remained careful, kneeling on the soft couch to avoid crushing her. This delicate young woman was his precious treasure; no one, including himself, could harm her in the slightest. The

ensuing lovemaking seemed quite different from usual. Although Ming Ruo still couldn't reciprocate emotionally, she couldn't stop herself from falling deeper and deeper into it, both physically and mentally. Emperor Xu Li spread her legs onto his shoulders, revealing her vulva, the peach blossom that seemed to breathe his desire, nakedly before him. Ming Ruo blushed with shame, wanting to struggle, but he didn't give in to her desires. Instead, he firmly and unyieldingly granted her a deeper and more forceful possession. "Ruo'er..."

he whispered Ming Ruo's name, knowing he was sinking deeper and deeper, knowing that one day he would die in this mad love, perhaps in his body, perhaps in his soul.

Mingruo gasped for breath, her large eyes brimming with tears. Her hands, which had somehow slipped from Emperor Xuli's neck, lay at her sides. The soft fur on the couch was a painful sight to behold; upon closer inspection, the veins on her fair hands were even visible, a testament to her restraint. Her physical pleasure had reached its peak, yet she stubbornly refused to cry out.

Emperor Xuli, unusually, didn't press her further, but instead bent down and embraced her tightly. Their bodies were so close, it seemed their hearts were slowly drawing closer as well.

(Volume 2

, Chapter 101: Duanmu Yun Returns)

Like peach blossoms blooming and fading each year, winter arrived quickly. Emperor Xuli already disliked Mingruo being away from him for too long, and now it was even worse. Mingruo, who was afraid of the cold, refused to go out in the snow, let alone go to the Imperial Garden to admire the flowers or wander around. She didn't even want to get out of bed! However, Emperor Xuli was quite satisfied; this way, he wouldn't have to worry about his beautiful concubine not seeing him again.

The news of the disappearance of General Duanmu Yun and his wife, the Fourth Princess Mingruo, spread throughout the land. No one knew why they disappeared or where they were now. All that was known was that they had vanished. The current emperor, Emperor Xuli, issued a proclamation to search for them among the people, promising them high-ranking positions, riches, and honors. But no one ever knew their whereabouts. No one.

And so, slowly, aside from the occasional mention of it during casual conversation, people gradually forgot about it. All they knew was how much the current emperor doted on the stunningly beautiful, purple-eyed imperial concubine. For her sake, he never set foot in the chambers of other concubines. The once capricious emperor seemed like an ordinary man before her, willing to do anything he considered foolish.

He loved her so much that the world almost witnessed the kind of incompetent emperors only found in history books. Everyone knew that whatever Mingfei liked, Emperor Xuli liked; whatever Mingfei wanted, Emperor Xuli gave; and whatever Mingfei disliked, Emperor Xuli ensured it would never appear again. He loved her so much that he locked her away in the deep palace, forbidding her from appearing before the world, fearing that the corrupt world would cause his beautiful concubine to wither.

Thus, the world could only glimpse her beauty through legendary tales; no one had ever seen the so-called peerless beauty, nor dared anyone question why the purple eyes of the rightful heir to the throne would appear on a woman supposedly "ordinary."

Most of the common people were ignorant; as long as they could live in peace and prosperity, everything else was merely idle gossip. Perhaps they envied Emperor Xuli, who possessed both the world and the beauty, perhaps they were jealous of the favored Consort Ming, but they would never seek to verify anything. They simply lived their own simple lives, nothing more.

On this snowy day, Mingruo always clung to her small hand warmer, refusing to get out of bed. Although her palace was filled with braziers, she still preferred to stay on the enormous dragon bed. Emperor Xuli also moved the review of memorials and the summoning of ministers to his palace. In fact, if Mingruo hadn't been so adamant, he would have almost taken her with him to court.

Perhaps because this kind of life had lasted too long, as the year drew to a close, Mingruo became increasingly bored and melancholy. She grew increasingly accustomed to sitting in her palace, not going anywhere except watering the flowers and reading. She did almost nothing else. While other concubines enjoyed chasing butterflies, admiring flowers, or adorning themselves with gold and silver jewelry, she cared for none of that. She only loved quiet, a quiet that Emperor Xuli did not want to see. In his memory, Mingruo was not like this; she was innocent and lively yet clever, cheerful and playful, like a child, but definitely not this lifeless.

This deep palace had locked her soul away.

So, these days, Emperor Xuli intentionally or unintentionally began to give Mingruo more space and time to do her own things, instead of forcing her to follow him wherever he was. This method seemed to work; smiles returned to Mingruo's face, and the innocent and charming girl seemed to have returned. From the palace servants, Emperor Xuli knew that Mingruo was happier without him by her side. He was somewhat unwilling, but he couldn't bring himself to force her.

Mingruo, however, thought she would continue living like this forever. She was constantly lost in thought, afraid to leave the palace, lest she accidentally run into Granny Duan or one of the maids who had once served her.

Just like today, she was embroidering in Panlong Palace, fully expecting it to pass like countless other days. Her father, the Emperor, was supposedly summoning an envoy from a small country and had gone to court early, supposedly returning in the evening. She knew he wanted to give her more personal space, but… but she could no longer be the person she used to be.

“Ah—” By accident, the embroidery needle pricked her fingertip, and a large bead of blood immediately welled up. Mingruo let out a soft cry of pain, putting the bleeding fingertip into her mouth and sucking on it. The unpleasant taste of blood immediately filled her mouth, and she felt dizzy from the pain. Her body was extremely sensitive to pain; even the slightest stumble could make her feel unwell for half a day.

Just as she was holding her fingertips, unsure what to do, a pair of slightly rough, soft hands gently cupped hers. Mingruo was startled, looked up, and saw a maid who usually served her. She wasn't particularly noticeable, but she was quiet and diligent, so Mingruo remembered her. "You... I didn't call anyone in." She had sent all the servants away when Emperor Xuli left, so she should be the only one left in the palace. How did this maid get in?

"Madam, please be careful." The maid took her hands and carefully took out a bottle of unknown ointment from her bosom and applied it. The cool sensation instantly enveloped Mingruo. She was stunned, momentarily speechless. Although she was afraid of pain, she didn't care much for such minor injuries.

"You... called me Madam?" She suddenly realized something was wrong.

The maid looked up, her eyes noticeably different from usual. Mingruo stared at her blankly, unsure of her intentions, but knowing she meant no harm.

In the blink of an eye, after applying ointment to her finger, the palace maid knelt down with a "plop": "My name is Hai Lian, and I am a spy for General Duanmu. I have come to see you, Madam, on the General's orders."

Mingruo felt dazed for a moment. Had she misheard or what?

"Madam, I beg you to see the General! If you don't go now, you may never see him again!" Hai Lian grabbed her hand urgently and shook it repeatedly. Ming Ruo's lips trembled slightly. She didn't squeeze Hai Lian's hand back, but slowly lowered her head to hide her tears. After a long while, she asked, "Is he...is he alright?"

Hai Lian shook her head: "The General is in very bad shape. He's dying."

Ming Ruo's hand clenched into a fist: "...What did you say?!"

"You'll know when you get there. I've already arranged your way out of the palace. Madam, could you please go see the General for the sake of our marriage?" Hai Lian began to kowtow abruptly. "Madam, I beg you, please go see the General!"

Ming Ruo stood up without even thinking: "Where is he?"

"This is what the General asked me to give you." Hai Lian carefully reached into her bosom. Ming Ruo stared at her without blinking. After a moment, she pulled out a peach blossom from her bosom! The peach blossoms had already turned a faded yellow, but in Mingruo's eyes, they were still breathtakingly beautiful. Just as she was gently stroking the peach blossom branch, Hailian whispered, "The general is currently waiting for you, Madam, to see him at a property owned by the Long family of Jiangnan in the capital."

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