[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 13

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Chapter 102, Fear of Approaching People

"The Long family..." Mingruo's face paled at the mention of those two words. She bit her lip and looked at Hailian, but asked nothing, only softly saying, "Lead the way."

"Yes!"

Ignoring the gratitude and excitement in Hailian's eyes, Mingruo slowly lowered her gaze. In the brief moment of her distraction, Hailian brought over a set of palace attire: "The matter was sudden, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Madam."

She shook her head, took the dress, and then got up to go behind the screen to change. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes stared intently at the person opposite her. Seeing her like this, Hailian was also startled. She followed Mingruo's gaze and looked back, her face also turning pale. For a moment, she forgot what to say. "Eunuch An?!"

"Where are you taking Her Highness?!" Fu'an glared at Hai Lian, rushing forward to block Ming Ruo's path. His sharp eyes narrowed: "You audacious servant, how dare you seduce Consort Ming! Do you know what your punishment is?!"

Hai Lian bit her lip, her eyes suddenly darkening. It seemed she was determined to go all out. She reached out to pull Ming Ruo away from behind Eunuch An, but Eunuch An merely flicked his whisk at her. She instantly went limp. With a crisp "crack," Hai Lian's wrist fell limply. Her face paled even more, but she never begged for mercy.

"You filthy servant, how dare you commit such a treasonous act! I must report this to the Emperor!"

Upon hearing this, Hai Lian turned deathly pale, as did Ming Ruo. She swallowed hard and whispered anxiously, "Eunuch An..."

"Ah, Your Highness, are you alright? Are you frightened? Your Highness, don't panic, this servant will immediately lock this ungrateful maid away!" Eunuch An, eager to question the Emperor's beloved daughter, cleverly ignored Hai Lian's intentions.

Ming Ruo hadn't even noticed how Eunuch An had entered. She was terrified, unsure how much he had overheard. Having just witnessed his skill, she knew he was a martial arts expert, and a master at that. Forcing her way past him was impossible, unless... unless he was willing to help.

For some reason, Ming Ruo had this strange thought: perhaps Eunuch An would be willing to help? Back in the palace, hadn't she often heard people say that Eunuch An was a good man, righteous and upright? Thinking for a moment, she nervously looked at the old man, who had spent most of his life in the palace in his blue python robe, and hesitantly said, "...No, I'm fine, please release her."

"Your Majesty!" Eunuch An glared coldly at Hai Lian, then turned to her, earnestly trying to persuade her. "What are you thinking?! Only I know right now. If we simply silence this maid, the General will be fine, the Emperor won't know, and everything can be pretended never happened. And now you want me to release this little girl? Are you out of your mind?!"

Mingruo lowered her head, breathing softly, "I know." But even so, she still wanted to leave the palace to see that person.

"..." Eunuch An shook his head, reached out and grabbed Hai Lian, and said softly, "Your Majesty, you know the Emperor's character. If he finds out that you want to leave the palace to see General Duanmu, then even if General Duanmu had nine lives, it would be useless." The implication was that Duanmu Yun had barely managed to survive, so why would you add to his danger?

Of course she understood this principle, but understanding it and being able to do it were two different things. Looking at Eunuch An, who was staring at her, Mingruo made up her mind: "I must leave the palace no matter what. Whether you stop me or help me is up to you."

Eunuch An was startled by Mingruo's words, and his old face was immediately filled with astonishment. He looked at Hailian in his hand, and after thinking carefully for a while, weighing the pros and cons, he threw Hailian to the ground: "Lead the way. Your Highness, please change your clothes. This servant will accompany you out of the palace." With him watching over her, there would be no major mistakes, and he could also prevent this unknown little maid from having any other malicious intentions.

“Thank you, Eunuch An.” Mingruo gave him a deep look, then turned and went behind the screen. Eunuch An said loudly, “Your Highness, please do not wear the palace maid's attire. You only need to put on a cloak over your clothes, and this servant will find a way to get you out.” After receiving Mingruo's reply, he turned his attention to Hailian, who was kneeling on the ground in a disheveled state. His sharp eyes narrowed, and he asked, “Are you really General Duanmu’s subordinate?”

“Hailian’s words are all true, not a single lie.” She gritted her teeth and endured the pain of her broken wrist as she answered. Her dark eyes looked straight at Eunuch An without fear. In this world, she only respected two people: the Emperor and the General. But she had already chosen to be loyal to the General to the death and to do her best for him. Therefore, the Emperor was now on the enemy's side. “Please, Eunuch An, have mercy and let Madam see the General… I beg you!” She kowtowed violently, completely disregarding her still-injured body.

Eunuch An hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Has something happened to the General?"

"...Sort of." Hai Lian shook her head. "I don't know how to explain it. You'll know when Madam sees the General."

At the same time, Ming Ruo emerged from behind the screen. She wore only a white tiger cloak over her palace attire, the white fur covering her small face, revealing only a pair of exquisite purple eyes: "Can we depart now?"

"Your Majesty, I must clarify beforehand that His Majesty just sent me to inform you that he will return a little later tonight to dine with you. Therefore—time is of the essence; we must act quickly and return as soon as possible. Can Your Majesty promise me that you will not make things difficult for me and that you will definitely return on time?"

Ming Ruo immediately froze. She lowered her head to hide her expression, and after a long while, she gritted her teeth. "...Alright."

"Your Majesty, this way." Eunuch An glanced at Hai Lian. "You lead the way."

"Yes." Forcing herself to stand, Hai Lian quickly walked ahead, her steps slightly unsteady, indicating that her injury was indeed quite severe. "Madam, please come this way, Eunuch An."

Not long after leaving Panlong Palace, Eunuch An ordered a sedan chair to be brought over—this was specially prepared for some of the less favored concubines of lower status who were returning to their maiden homes. It was inconspicuous, and the guards were used to it; a routine check was all it took to let them pass. Normally, they would check the faces of those inside, but since Eunuch An was personally escorting them this time, that step was skipped.

Even so, the checks were still very strict, and they almost got caught several times.

After more than half an hour, they finally left the palace. Eunuch An immediately replaced the sedan chair bearers, sending them back to the palace first, and then paid to hire several sedan chair carriers. It had been snowing for the past few days, and the streets were a vast expanse of white. Mingruo was a little uneasy, but she reached out and lifted the sedan chair curtain to look outside. Everywhere she looked was a scene of prosperity.

Chapter 103, Marrying Only One Person in a Lifetime.

Mingruo didn't know how many turns she had taken, only that she was almost dizzy from sitting in the sedan chair. She leaned gently against the window, slowly closing her eyes. The heavy cloak covered most of her face, leaving only her extremely beautiful eyes and brows visible. When she saw him later… what should she say?

Mingruo closed her eyes, her hands twisting together, somewhat bewildered.

Just as she was feeling anxious, a man's booming voice came from outside: "Stop! Don't carry the sedan chair in!"

"Brother, the person inside is an important guest, we mustn't be negligent, please—ah—" Hai Lian exclaimed before she could finish her sentence, sounding as if she had been pushed aside. "

What important guest? Here, the Long family are the masters, the Long family members are the important guests!" The man's voice grew even colder. "I want to see what's sitting inside." He then reached out to lift the sedan curtain.

A whisk, like a ghost, wrapped around his wrist. With a gentle tug, the eight-foot-tall man was flung to the ground like a child, the blood seeping from him instantly staining the pristine white snow. The eunuch An's nonchalant voice drifted over: "Young man, watch who you're talking to. Who gave you the audacity to try and intimidate the young lady? The Long family are the masters, the Long family are the nobles… How imposing, how murderous! What, if you truly believe the Long family are the masters, then stand up and fight me, as long as you dare to bear the consequences." His slightly effeminate, shrill voice was unlike his usual respectful tone. Mingruo had never heard Eunuch An speak like this before; it was full of ferocity and utterly domineering.

She listened intently for a while but saw no movement, only knowing that the sedan chair had started moving further inside.

"I've disturbed Her Highness," Eunuch An said softly beside the sedan chair, a glint in his eyes that Mingruo couldn't see.

"...It's alright. But it's you, Eunuch, if you hadn't accompanied me this time, I don't know what trouble I would have faced." Mingruo forced a smile, her delicate features tinged with a hint of melancholy. "Thank you so much, Eunuch."

"Your Majesty is too kind. This servant is just a servant, a servant who would risk his life for the Emperor and Your Majesty. There's no need for thanks." Though he said this, Eunuch An was clearly pleased with Mingruo's words, a subtle smile appearing on his face, which was already etched with fine lines. Although he was the only outsider who knew about this incestuous love affair, and although it was wrong and sinful, he would never reveal it, because he knew better than anyone how much the Emperor desired this young girl.

Mingruo didn't say anything more, but lowered her eyes, lifting a corner of the curtain to look outside. She saw carved beams and painted rafters, artificial hills and small bridges, and snow-covered bamboo groves. Although it couldn't compare to the splendor and luxury of the palace, it was still a captivating scene.

Another incense stick's worth of time passed before Mingruo felt the sedan chair stop. Eunuch An's voice came softly, "Miss, we've arrived. Please alight."

She instinctively clutched her warm cloak tighter, blinking nervously, her heart filled with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. If she saw him… what should she say? Did he remember her? Otherwise, why would he have sent someone to find her?

Lost in these wild, wandering thoughts, Mingruo stood up the instant the sedan curtain was lifted. Her small feet, clad in delicate embroidered shoes, crunched softly on the snow. She placed her small hand on Eunuch An's outstretched palm. Hailian looked at her and whispered, "Husband—"

"She is the Empress," Eunuch An said coldly, glancing at her. Hailian hesitated, but still refused to change her words. "Please come this way."

Mingruo shook her head at Eunuch An, signaling him to remain silent. The two slowly entered the building. After passing through several beaded curtains, they could vaguely see a bed inside. Several people were sitting or standing in the room, their features obscured by the curtains, but most appeared to be maids. Mingruo became even more nervous. She turned her head slightly, the thick downy fur obscuring her exquisite face.

“The general—he’s inside. I won’t go in.” Hai Lian gently lifted the beaded curtain for Ming Ruo, bowed, and stepped back to stand by the door. Ming Ruo looked inside nervously, her lotus feet moving lightly. After a few pauses, she stepped in with trembling feet, followed by Eunuch An.

“I told you, don’t come near me.”

That voice…it was so familiar! Ming Ruo closed her eyes to hide the tears welling up. So his tone could be so full of anger and disgust. So he could also lose his temper with strangers…

“Brother, don’t be like this. Even if you don’t take your medicine, you have to eat something. You’ll starve to death if you don’t eat!” A young woman’s clear and melodious voice came urgently. “I’ve already sent someone to find her. She’ll be here soon. Can you eat something before she arrives?” Her voice was trembling with sobs; she was clearly very anxious.

Duanmu Yun gave a weak, cold laugh, his tone laced with sarcasm: "So you can add some medicine to it and make me lose my memory? Long Ling'er, do you think I'm stupid enough to be fooled by you again? You're nothing but a vicious, selfish, and despicable woman. I have nothing to say to you, I don't even want to see you. If you can, please throw me out immediately or disappear from my sight right now." His tone was icy and ruthless, filled with deep disdain—a tone Ming Ruo had never heard before.

The girl was clearly stunned for a moment, then forcefully suppressed her tears: "Brother, we are already husband and wife—"

"No, no." Duanmu Yun gritted his teeth and spat out the two words, "I, Duanmu Yun, will only marry one person in my life, and I will only wear the red python robe for one person, and that person is definitely not you. The dignified Long family not only drugged and tricked a first-rank military officer of the court into marriage, but also forcibly imprisoned him. Ha, as long as I, Duanmu Yun, live, I will avenge this!" It was they who caused him to be unable to return home and unable to see his wife. He wondered how his poor little wife was doing in the deep palace. Was the ruthless emperor treating her well?

"But you've already married the princess, who else are you thinking about? You married the princess, and now her body is barely cold, and you say you have someone else in your heart? Brother, we've already had the wedding ceremony, everyone knows the eldest daughter of the Long family is married, you can't—"

Long Ling'er was interrupted by Duanmu Yun before she could finish speaking. He chuckled, "Who I have in my heart is none of your business, and whether my wife is alive or dead is none of your concern. Compared to these things, you should be more afraid of the impending revenge. The Long family… I will reduce it to ashes. Do I need to remind you, forgetful Miss Long? I woke up just before the ceremony was declared complete. The ceremony wasn't completed, so I have nothing to do with you. Even if the ceremony had been completed, I would never acknowledge it."

Tears welled up in her eyes from his words. Long Ling'er gritted her teeth in hatred. She suppressed the urge to wail and was about to say something more when she saw Duanmu Yun extend his arms to her. She was stunned at first, then wanted to step forward, and then… Duanmu Yun smiled! He smiled at her! Just as Long Ling'er was excitedly forgetting everything, Duanmu Yun spoke: "Ruo'er."

Chapter 104, Unable to Deny Past Feelings.

Ming Ruo heard it clearly; Duanmu Yun had truly called her name. She was stunned for a moment, then timidly looked up at him, her eyes shimmering, but it was impossible to see what was hidden within them.

How could Duanmu Yun not know what she was thinking? He smiled at Ming Ruo, instantly losing the hostility and indifference he had shown when facing Long Ling'er: "Hey, I can't lift my hand, can you come and give me a hug?"

Before Ming Ruo could react, Long Ling'er suddenly stood up, took a few big steps to her, and reached out, seemingly intending to do something, but was swatted away by Eunuch An. The spoiled young lady's temper flared up; she glared at Eunuch An with her eyebrows raised, pointed a slender finger at his nose, and shouted: "You dog servant, are you blind? You dare to stop me?!" She was simply courting death!

Eunuch An snorted coldly, his slightly effeminate, shrill voice carrying no weakness in the luxurious room: "Dare to call me a dog servant? Do you really think you're some rich young lady? A shameless commoner who forcibly imprisoned a first-rank general of the imperial court dares to be so arrogant and presumptuous. If you ask me, you're nothing more than a brainless, arrogant wretch, hmph~"

Hearing this, Long Ling'er's face flushed red with anger, her hand trembling as she pointed at him.

"Look at your petty behavior, daring to intimidate my young lady! Bah, you've got it all!" Rolling his eyes, Eunuch An deliberately tried to infuriate her.

But none of that mattered. Mingruo didn't care who tried to intimidate her. She just stared blankly at Duanmu Yun, who was beckoning to her from the bed. He was smiling at her, his feet seemingly weighed down by a thousand-pound boulder, unable to move an inch. Mingruo didn't know why she didn't dare to approach. In truth, they hadn't been separated for very long, but in this very scene, Mingruo felt as if she no longer recognized him.

Or perhaps, she no longer recognized herself.

Duanmu Yun stared at her silently for a long while before giving a bitter smile: "Ah... am I really that ugly? If I had known you would actually come, I should have cleaned myself up a bit..." He looked unkempt and disheveled, his face pale and thin, like a disaster victim—it was truly awful. His dark eyes held a hint of shame as he looked at Ming Ruo. Duanmu Yun tried to reach out, but having not eaten or drunk anything for days, he was too weak. Coupled with the medication he had been under for the past few days, he was now as fragile as a three-year-old child. "Ruo'er... do you really despise me? Yes, I shouldn't have come to see you like this..." Before he could finish speaking, his arms were already filled with her. Although the embrace was quite impactful, Duanmu Yun held Mingruo firmly in his arms. He felt her little face, covered in thick downy hair, buried in the crook of his neck. Even this man, who rarely shed tears, felt a urge to cry. He quickly held back, but fearing that Mingruo would be hurt, he teased, "Look, Ruo'er is still that beautiful little girl, while I've become so haggard. If someone sees me like this, they might think I'm Ruo'er's elder!"

He meant to ease Mingruo's tension and anxiety, but to his surprise, Mingruo hugged him even tighter. She remained silent and refused to look at him directly, burying her face in the crook of his neck and holding him tightly with her little hands, refusing to let go. “…Ruo’er?”

Mingruo shook her head repeatedly, large tears rolling down her cheeks and onto the white tiger's fur, quickly soaking the soft, smooth hair into clumps. Duanmu Yun, heartbroken by her emotional breakdown, said nothing more, only forcing himself to hold her tightly, his heart filled with endless sorrow. Still relying on his hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

They could have been so happy, so very happy; no one knew things would turn out like this.

“Yun Lang… I, I—” Mingruo trembled as she raised her head, slowly turning her gaze to Duanmu Yun, her small lips pursed, her eyes red, causing Duanmu Yun's heart to ache.

She stammered "I" for a long time without saying anything. Duanmu Yun, not wanting her to be in such a predicament, teased her lightly, "What's wrong? How long are you going to keep saying 'I', Ruo'er?"

Mingruo looked at him, but didn't laugh—only tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "I...I...I'm sorry to you..."

Eunuch An knew the two wanted to have a private conversation, but couldn't because of the presence of others. His eyes darted around, and a plan came to him. He swiftly grabbed Long Ling'er's wrist, partly to prevent her from suddenly attacking Mingruo, and partly to restrain the Long family servants in the room. Everyone was startled by his actions, but Eunuch An remained leisurely and self-satisfied: "I say, Miss Long, how about we go outside and talk? It'll save you from getting in the way." After saying that, he dragged Long Ling'er out without any pity. How could she refuse? She was unwilling but had no choice. The servants in the room followed her out because their young lady had been captured. Not one of them thought of using Mingruo to coerce Eunuch An into letting go.

Everyone in the room vanished in an instant, leaving only Duanmu Yun and Mingruo.

"Let's not say anything about apologies or favors, okay?" He touched Mingruo's slightly pale cheek, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I thought I'd escaped death, and as your wife, you should at least be happy. Why are you looking like this, all pitiful and on the verge of tears?" It broke his heart.

Feeling Duanmu Yun's gentle touch, Mingruo bit her lip sharply: "No…you know…it's not true…"

Duanmu Yun's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes held a hint of pain: "How can it not be? We've bowed to heaven and earth, drunk the nuptial wine, and consummated our marriage. You'll always be my little wife."

"You know it's not true!" Mingruo abruptly turned her head away, unwilling to look at him again, her voice trembling with suppressed rage.

"I…I also…"

It really wasn't true. She and another man had also bowed to heaven and earth, drunk the nuptial wine, and consummated their marriage. The sins she had committed were unforgivable; she

would surely suffer divine retribution. And Duanmu Yun… he and she were no longer from the same world.

She was going to hell, but he wasn't!

“So what? You were forced.” Duanmu Yun hugged her tightly, his pale face becoming almost transparent. “Ruo’er, I can tolerate anything you do, but you can't deny our relationship, never. You are my lawfully wedded wife, I am your husband whom you have been married to. You can't deny our feelings because of an emperor, and you can't give up our future because of this.”

Mingruo's eyes seemed somewhat dazed because of his words. Future… did

she still have a future?

Duanmu Yun gently kissed her forehead, his warm embrace feeling as familiar as if he had never left. It was as if everything that had happened these past few days was just Mingruo's own imagination. Now that he was back, this nightmare should end, and she could return to

the .

Chapter 105, Determined to Leave

“Ruo’er, Ruo’er… Ruo’er, look at me…” Duanmu Yun gently turned her small face towards him, their cheeks touching, their lips less than half an inch apart. "Look into my eyes and tell me, do you really not want to be with me anymore, hmm?" He said, gently kissing Mingruo's face, his large hands softly caressing her cheeks.

Mingruo initially didn't want to look at him, even trying to struggle away from his embrace, but Duanmu Yun held her tightly. He was injured and weak; if Mingruo struggled even slightly, he would feign a cry of pain, making her afraid to move lest she bump into him. This suited Duanmu Yun's desire perfectly.

"Ruo'er... answer me, do you really not want to be with me anymore?" Duanmu Yun asked, still holding her relentlessly, his voice gentle and soothing, just like every night before when he would hold her and lull her to sleep. "We promised to resign from our official posts and retire together, haven't you forgotten?"

Mingruo closed her eyes, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling intimately, just like always. In a daze, Mingruo had a strange feeling that all the separation these past few days had been fake. In truth, Duanmu Yun had never left her, and she had never suffered such treatment. She was Mingruo, not Zhuohua, and certainly not some so-called "Consort Ming." She was simply Duanmu Yun's wife, with no other identity. "...I..." She managed to utter just one word before tears streamed down her face. If Duanmu Yun hadn't been there, Mingruo wouldn't have believed the depth of her grievances.

Noticing her subtly clutching her clothes, Duanmu Yun felt a pang of pain and regret. He was pained that she, so young, hadn't enjoyed much happiness before suffering this torment; he regretted letting the Emperor see her in the first place. Now, things had developed to this point, and ultimately, it was all his fault! "Shh—Ruo'er, you don't need to say anything. Your husband understands."

...He understands? Mingruo stared blankly at Duanmu Yun, momentarily speechless, simply staring at him blankly. Duanmu Yun smiled and forced himself to kiss her, then said softly, "None of these things matter. I only want to know if Mingruo still considers herself Duanmu Yun's wife, since Duanmu Yun will always be Mingruo's husband?"

His words threw Mingruo into turmoil. She opened her mouth to answer, but instantly lost the ability to speak. She abruptly closed her eyes, trying to pull away from Xu Lidi's face, but the more she tried to escape, the clearer his features became. His picturesque eyebrows, his delicate nose, his thin lips, his flowing black hair—he was like a celestial being—repeatedly etched in her mind.

He had said that she was not allowed to have any thought of leaving him, never, otherwise her mother and Granny Duan would not be able to live. If he couldn't have her, he would destroy everything she cared about, and then lock her up forever, never letting her see the light of day again. And she herself had shed tears in all sorts of unbearable situations, crying as she agreed to his demands. She... had promised, she would never leave...

But...

Mingruo slowly raised her eyes, and Duanmu Yun's eyes were as calm and gentle as ever, filled with warm affection. He was the first man she had ever loved, and the first husband she had sworn an oath of eternal love to. They had once vowed to be together until death, to grow old hand in hand. "No, no..." The next second, Xu Li Di's face occupied all of Mingruo's mind. She kept shaking her head, trying to shake off the fantasies in her head, hoping to cast aside all her worries and think seriously, but the more she tried to calm down, the more flustered she became. Mingruo even had a strange feeling that perhaps all of this was just a scene from her imagination. She missed Duanmu Yun so much that he appeared before her; otherwise, shouldn't he be in the Long family of Jiangnan, his son-in-law? How could anyone escape the trap set by the Emperor?

"Ruo'er, Ruo'er, what are you thinking about?!" Seeing her pale face, Duanmu Yun quickly hugged her and shook her back and forth, trying to shake away the chaotic thoughts in her head. "Don't think about anything else, just answer me!"

Ming Ruo was a little dazed from being shaken, her little face slightly blank as she looked at him: "...Don't...think about anything else?"

"That's right, don't think about anything else, just tell me, are you my wife?" Duanmu Yun looked at her anxiously. Because he was too emotional, he couldn't help but cough several times. Afraid that Ming Ruo would worry, he suppressed his coughs, only letting out a little bit, but Ming Ruo had read a few medical books, how could she not know what he was hiding? Instinctively, she hugged Duanmu Yun's shoulders, her lips trembling as she answered, "...Yes, I am your wife."

Hearing this, Duanmu Yun smiled, tears glistening in his eyes. "Then let's leave here together, shall we? We'll never return to the capital. I'll find a beautiful place to settle down, and we'll never be apart again—"

Before he could finish, Mingruo interrupted him, "But what about Mother and Granny Duan—" What would happen to them? Could she really abandon everything to live her own carefree life, pushing her mother and Granny Duan into the fire?

Mingruo couldn't even imagine the Emperor's fury when he learned of her escape. He really would kill her mother and Granny Duan; it was no joke. The Emperor's wrath… how many people in this world could bear it?!

"It's alright," Duanmu Yun naturally knew what her greatest worry was. “Just take Mother and Granny Duan with you.”

Mingruo looked at him in surprise: “But, but the imperial law clearly stipulates that concubines and female officials in the harem are not allowed to leave the palace without a pardon, otherwise they will be beheaded!”

“Staying here is also a death sentence, so we might as well give him a chance.” Duanmu Yun answered softly, his deep black eyes fixed on Mingruo’s slightly pale face, smoothing the thick white hair on the neck of her cloak. “I have already sent people to sneak into the palace to bring them out, we will leave in a while—”

Just as he finished speaking, Eunuch An rushed in, followed by Long Ling’er and a large group of Long family servants. But he ignored it, rushing quickly to Mingruo and whispering in her ear, "Your Highness, it's getting late. We should return to the palace. The Emperor is waiting for you!"

Mingruo instinctively looked at Duanmu Yun, who was also staring at her. But Eunuch An didn't give them a chance to exchange glances. He turned to Duanmu Yun and whispered in his ear, "General, you know better than anyone that the Emperor will be furious if he returns to the palace and finds the Empress missing. If you don't want any complications, please don't try anything. Although I'm not very capable, I can still hold my own against the injured and weakened General. I think the General certainly wouldn't want to see the Empress punished by the Emperor again." Punishment might be seen as favor by other concubines, but for Mingruo, it was a terrible thing.

Duanmu Yun's face changed several times. His already pale complexion turned even more ashen.

Long Ling'er, not wanting to be left out, interjected, "I said, what are you people anyway? Just because Brother Duanmu knows you, you act so arrogantly. Who do you think you are! I—" "

Fu'an, let's go." Ming Ruo suddenly spoke up. She quietly turned and walked towards the door. Eunuch An respectfully responded and quickly followed, completely ignoring Long Ling'er's words, which made her so angry she was jumping up and down.

Duanmu Yun had never hated his own cowardice and incompetence so much. As a man, he couldn't even protect his own wife!

Chapter 106, Taking the Initiative to Fawn (Part 1)

Even after returning to Panlong Palace, Ming Ruo was still immersed in the scene she had just witnessed. She sat on the dragon bed for a long time before slowly reaching into her bosom and pulling out a piece of silk. Even in Panlong Palace, where no one dared to disturb her, Ming Ruo still looked around fearfully before turning her gaze back to the silk. On it were only twelve short characters: Everything has been arranged, do not worry, Yun.

Everything has been arranged... What does that mean? Mingruo dared not guess wildly, and forgot that she should have destroyed it the moment she finished reading it. Her large, watery eyes blinked, still unsure of the true meaning behind Duanmu Yun's words. How did he know they hadn't finished speaking? And how did he write this short letter under the watchful eyes of the Long family? The handwriting was slightly dry, indicating it had been written for quite some time. The red ink… it was his blood! These twelve characters were written in blood under the watchful eyes of so many people!

Involuntarily gripping the silk cloth tightly, Mingruo pursed her lips, her heart pounding with turmoil, utterly confused. If Long Ling'er hadn't distracted Fu'an, she didn't know if she could have properly kept the letter Yunlang had given her. Fu'an… he probably hadn't seen it, right?

Mingruo wasn't sure if anyone had seen her and Duanmu Yun's little exchange at that moment. Given Duanmu Yun's physical condition, it was highly likely he'd be exposed. Although Eunuch An looked frail, his martial arts skills were profound; no one dared underestimate him.

...Let's just pretend he didn't see it.

Did "arranged properly" mean their escape, or did it also include her mother and Granny Duan? If so...did her mother and the others already know she was her father's new concubine, Mingfei?! Thinking this, Mingruo felt a chill run down her spine, instantly filled with fear and unease. Her mother and Granny Duan would be incredibly disappointed in her! Betraying her husband and committing incest with her father...what an unforgivable crime that would be!

Just as Mingruo's heart was pounding faster and faster, the eunuch's shrill, piercing cry rang out from the palace gate: "Your Majesty... return to the palace!" She was startled and immediately jumped up from the bed, her small hands trembling uncontrollably. Her large eyes darted left and right, searching for a place to hide the silk book, but she couldn't find a safe spot. Emperor Xuli's footsteps were already approaching; she had no time!

The moment the beaded curtain was lifted, Emperor Xuli revealed a rare expression of surprise: "...What's wrong? Why are you so happy, Ruo'er?" He reached out, gesturing for Mingruo to come into his arms.

Mingruo forced a smile. Since entering the palace and being forced by Emperor Xuli, she had rarely smiled. A girl her age should be at her most charming and beautiful, like a spring flower in full bloom. She was already beautiful, and her smile was even more captivating. But Emperor Xuli had no idea that she had hidden a silk letter behind her waistband. He simply assumed that he had given her some space so she could find something she enjoyed, and didn't think much of it for the time being. Otherwise, with Emperor Xuli's discerning eye, what could Mingruo possibly hide from him?

With light, graceful steps, to prevent Emperor Xuli from touching her lower back when he embraced her, Mingruo took his arm and nestled her petite body into his arms like a little rabbit, pulling him toward the bed: "Father, why are you back so early?"

"It's still early, silly girl. Look at the time." Zi Mou glanced at her with a smile, thoroughly enjoying her rare initiative. But Emperor Xu Li was Emperor Xu Li after all. After a brief moment of enjoyment, he reached out his other hand, which was not being held by Ming Ruo, and grasped her chin, lifting her beautiful little face to look at her from left to right. Her large purple eyes, just like his, also turned around, making her extremely adorable. After a long pause, he asked, "What's wrong with you today? Ruo'er is being so enthusiastic towards Father Emperor. Did you do something wrong and are afraid of being discovered by Father Emperor?"

Ming Ruo, of course, wouldn't admit it. Under Emperor Xu Li's sharp eyes, she feigned shyness and lowered her head, first concealing the unease and timidity in her eyes, before raising her head again. Just then, he sat down on the bed with her in his arms, which allowed Ming Ruo to easily look him in the eye: "Ruo'er just feels that Father Emperor works so hard day and night, so... so I... so I want to be more sensible, so that Father Emperor won't always have to work so hard for me."

Hearing this, Emperor Xu Li raised his eyebrows in surprise. This was not something his little beauty would say! But even with his doubts, he still smiled back at her with a handsome smile, his thin lips slightly raised: "Indeed, 'working hard day and night' is quite tiring." He emphasized the words "working hard day and night," his words carrying a hidden meaning that made Ming Ruo blush. "But Father Emperor finds it all very enjoyable to pamper Ruo'er. The more Ruo'er acts up and misbehaves, the happier Father Emperor is."

Ming Ruo blushed deeply at Emperor Xu Li's words, momentarily speechless. Her already slightly flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red. She instinctively clutched the arm she was holding, about to speak, when a large hand suddenly gripped her chest, startling her. "Ah—"

"What 'ah'?" Emperor Xu Li glanced at her, squeezing her tender breast through her palace dress. Ming Ruo felt a tingling, itchy sensation, almost collapsing. If it weren't for Duanmu Yun's silk book behind her, she might have already given in. "This is mine. Am I not allowed to touch it?" He then squeezed it hard again.

He said "I" again…did that mean he was in a good mood?

With a blink of her large eyes, Mingruo saw that Emperor Xuli was about to reach for her waist to untie her robes. Panicked, she quickly withdrew her hands and pressed them against his.

"Father, please—" Seeing Emperor Xuli raise an eyebrow, she immediately said, "How about I help you change first? After dinner, then… then…"

"Then what?" Emperor Xuli teased her, knowing she wouldn't be able to say the rest. "Then we'll consummate our marriage, or share the pleasures of love? Or perhaps I'll fuck you?"

Hearing this, Mingruo's face paled instantly. The first two were already enough for her to bear, but Emperor Xuli deliberately made her utter the last word as if it were an embarrassment. How could she possibly endure this! "Father!"

Seeing that the little beauty was angry, Emperor Xuli immediately changed his expression to a smile and released her, standing up and spreading his hands: "As Ruo'er said."

She then slowly stood up, trying to prevent herself from leaning too far forward and letting the silk fabric show. Her two small hands first touched Emperor Xuli's chest, and then she went to unbutton the dragon-patterned buttons on his chest. Emperor Xuli was very tall, while she was very petite. Even on tiptoe, she only

reached a little over his shoulder. Standing in his arms, she looked even more delicate and exquisite, as sweet and charming as a little sachet! The dragon robe was quickly taken off. To prevent Emperor Xuli from playing any more tricks on her, when only her undergarments remained, Mingruo immediately grabbed the white robe hanging nearby and put it on him. Then, she quickly tied the belt and fastened the buttons before secretly letting out a sigh of relief. Emperor Xuli found her fearful expression amusing and couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her. His cool lips and tongue invaded her fragrant mouth, quickly becoming warm and inviting.

Chapter 107, Taking the Initiative to Flirt (Part 2)

After the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath, especially Mingruo. Her cheeks were flushed, her starry eyes were hazy, and her small hands clung to Emperor Xuli's arm with dependence. Even though she was so overwhelmed by the kiss that she couldn't care less about anything else, she still insisted on having dinner before going to bed: "Mmm... Father... dinner..."

"Little devil." Emperor Xuli touched her delicate nose with his long fingers. Seeing Mingruo asking for dinner, he assumed she was really hungry: "Didn't you have any snacks when Father wasn't here?" He had clearly instructed the palace maids to keep pastries and fruits on hand all day long.

"Hmm... I don't feel like eating." Mingruo snuggled closer to him. Emperor Xuli's embrace was broad and strong, and although it was still cool, it gave her a great sense of security. Such a god-like person... why couldn't he just be her father? "Father isn't here, and it's no fun for Ruo'er to be alone." These words... these words are false, aren't they? Mingruo asked herself this in her heart. Was she saying this on purpose to lower Emperor Xuli's guard? But why, why is there a vague voice in her heart protesting something?

Emperor Xuli was clearly pleased by her words. His handsome face smiled as he led her to the outer room. The table was already full of bowls and plates, most of which were Mingruo's favorite dishes. Emperor Xuli never had any particular favorites. Perhaps because he was born into an imperial family and sat on the throne, liking something was always an easy weakness—of course, Mingruo was the almost impossible exception. But as time went on, he often ate pastries and fruits with Mingruo. Although he still couldn't say he liked them, he didn't dislike them either. In fact, he wouldn't dislike anything Mingruo liked—except, of course, Duanmu Yun.

Mingruo's dinner was always rice or noodles, but since Emperor Xuli took over taking care of her, her meal schedule had been forcibly changed. Now, dinner was always porridge, just like breakfast, only the dishes were much more abundant. Emperor Xuli never hesitated to spend time and effort on Mingruo, even bringing her things that were rarely seen in a hundred years, though Mingruo herself was unaware of them. After

lifting Mingruo onto his lap, Emperor Xuli treated her like a toddler, first wiping her mouth with a damp cloth offered by the palace maids, then placing a clean plate in front of him. He first served Mingruo a bowl of porridge to drink slowly, then gestured for the palace maids to move a plate of stir-fried shrimp to his side, and condescended to peel the shrimp for Mingruo. It's said that if a person is born beautiful, everything they do looks good. Even peeling shrimp, something almost considered lowly, looks elegant and captivating on Emperor Xu Li, like writing calligraphy. He peeled shrimp quickly and beautifully, finishing one without a drop of juice on his hands.

Ming Ruo was startled when she saw the tender white shrimp suddenly jump out of the bowl, then turned her gaze to Emperor Xu Li's face. He didn't look at her, still focused on peeling the shrimp. His long, beautiful hands were so nimble and skillful, completely unlike those of an emperor who spent his days wielding a vermilion brush to review memorials and govern the world. Emperor

Xu Li glanced up at Ming Ruo amidst his busy work, seeing her staring blankly at his hands, and chuckled softly: "What, never seen how shrimp are peeled?"

"..." Ming Ruo shook her head. Of course she knew how shrimp were peeled, she just hadn't seen him do it! "Father—" The word "father" was barely out of her mouth when she realized there were two rows of palace maids attending her, so she immediately changed her words: "Your Majesty... these things can be done by the palace maids, you don't need to—"

"Shh." Emperor Xuli made a shushing gesture, his thick eyebrows raised, "I like doing these things for you, the only thing I don't like is someone touching you." Regardless of gender, even the palace maids who dressed and groomed her all day long, he didn't like it, so almost everything about Mingruo was handled by him, the emperor, without any deference to others. Even Mingruo's monthly menstrual period was cleaned and prepared by Emperor Xuli himself. Mingruo was shy, and she would be embarrassed to bother even a stranger with such a woman's matter, let alone completely entrust it to Emperor Xuli, but with his insistence, her objections were completely ignored.

Upon hearing this, Mingruo blushed, scooped up the tender, slightly pink shrimp with her spoon, and bit into it, quickly taking half of it.

Seeing her eating so happily and contentedly, Emperor Xuli couldn't help but feel pleased, but also wanted to tease her, so he smiled and said, "You little girl, you're eating so happily, do you know that your father—" Before he could finish the word "father," Mingruo nervously leaned forward to cover his mouth, but because she was holding the porcelain bowl with both hands, she could only press her lips against his thin lips in her haste to stop Emperor Xuli from making another sound.

He was a man who disregarded etiquette and never felt there was anything wrong with forcibly taking his daughter as a concubine. He only went along with it because Mingruo was timid and unwilling to make a scene. Except for the first few days of their wedding when he referred to himself as "husband," Emperor Xuli always addressed Mingruo as "Father Emperor." If no one else was around, it was fine, but once outsiders were present, Mingruo would become extremely sensitive and jump at the slightest disturbance. Just like now, Emperor Xuli didn't seem to care at all, but she was frantic.

However, no man would be foolish enough to turn away such a delightful gift. Emperor Xuli readily kissed Mingruo in return. Noticing that she kept her mouth closed and refused to open it, he forced his way in. Mingruo struggled for a long time, but finally, she obediently let him pry open her lips and kiss her. She hadn't even had time to swallow the porridge she'd just eaten, nor had she chewed the half-eaten shrimp in her mouth. Now, with Xu Lidi squeezing in, the porridge almost spilled out, but just before it did, Xu Lidi quickly covered her mouth, sucking all the porridge into his own. After swallowing, he tried to snatch the half-eaten shrimp from her.

"Mmm..." Holding the bowl tightly, unable to move, Mingruo could only make muffled noises to protest Xu Lidi's domineering behavior.

By the time Xu Lidi finally released her, Mingruo's mouth was completely devoid of the taste of shrimp and porridge, leaving only a faint scent of white datura flowers. She pouted, looking at Xu Lidi unhappily, and as he seductively licked his lips, her face flushed crimson. "Your Majesty—"

"You know what you should call me," Xu Lidi interrupted her.

Mingruo understood his back-and-forth switching between "I" and "I, the Emperor," so she obediently called out "Xuanzhen." Emperor Xuli then contentedly lifted the bowl in her small hands and continued peeling shrimp for her.

Chapter 108, Taking the Initiative to Flirt (Part 2)

This dinner didn't take long, but for Mingruo, it felt like an eternity. She had to open her mouth to eat whatever Emperor Xuli fed her at any time, while also keeping an eye on whether the silk book hidden at her lower back might fall out. So the more nervous she was, the less she could refuse, and the less she could refuse, the more nervous she became. By the time she finished eating and served Emperor Xuli, almost an hour had passed.

In the past, after dinner, Emperor Xuli would dismiss the palace maids and eunuchs and then carry her to bathe and cleanse herself. Mingruo had the same plan, thinking she could find a way to hide her clothes while bathing. But tonight, after dinner, Emperor Xuli dismissed the palace maids as usual, but showed no intention of bathing. Instead, he picked her up and carried her straight to the huge dragon bed!

This terrified Mingruo. Because he hadn't covered her, she hadn't had time to react. Now, held in Emperor Xuli's arms, his hands were under her buttocks, just inches away from her waistband, where the silk book was hidden! Mingruo was terrified, but Emperor Xuli still wanted to amuse her: "Why is Ruo'er so obedient and enthusiastic today? It truly flatters your father."

Her cherry lips parted, and she managed to squeeze out a few words through her teeth: "Father... Father, please put me down, okay?"

Emperor Xuli raised his eyebrows, and as he spoke, he placed her on the dragon bed. His slender body arched over Mingruo, and his beautiful hand slid to her soft cheek. He showed no anger at her fear: "I've put you down now, haven't I?" As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally used his other hand to caress her slightly protruding chest. Even through the bodice and several layers of outer clothing, the soft, tender flesh beneath his palm could still be felt.

Mingruo's mind was about to explode. She tried her best to appear obedient, her small hands reaching up to her chest to grab Emperor Xuli's large hand, and asked pitifully, "Father, may I take a bath and cleanse myself first?"

"What's there to cleanse? I haven't stepped out of this palace for a moment, and it's winter now, so I won't smell bad. Father won't mind." She was naturally fragrant, and her beauty was breathtaking. "Or is it that Ruo'er actually finds Father Emperor smells bad?" Seeing Ming Ruo shake her head like a rattle-drum, he chuckled, "Then that settles it. Father Emperor missed you terribly in the Imperial Study today, yearning to be one with Ruo'er and share the joys of love..." Pressing the tender breasts beneath his palm, Emperor Xu Li's voice was incredibly deep and hoarse: "These breasts have been flashing before my eyes, the two tortoiseshell nipples red and swollen, all because Father Emperor has been so fond of them..."

Ming Ruo blushed deeply at his words, unsure of what to say, but in a moment she was no longer shy, for no other reason than—Emperor Xu Li was reaching out to untie her belt! Ming Ruo was terrified. With Emperor Xu Li's shrewdness and keen senses, he could tell she was hiding something just by touching her. If he discovered it, things would be disastrous!

Mingruo was both surprised and frightened, yet she couldn't show any guilt or panic in front of Emperor Xuli. For a moment, her mind was in turmoil, and she didn't know what to do. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and grabbed Emperor Xuli's large hand that was unbuttoning her outer robe. She blinked her watery purple eyes at him and snuggled up to him sweetly, "Father, how about I help you undress today?"

Emperor Xuli raised his long eyebrows and leisurely looked Mingruo's small face from left to right, asking, "What's wrong? When did my darling Mingruo learn to please her father?"

Mingruo didn't dare to look away and could only stiffly let his long fingers move and slide across her face until Emperor Xuli's eyes deepened and he agreed. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. After he turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, she stood up from the dragon bed and reached for the buttons of her outer robe with trembling hands. Except for court audiences and necessary occasions, Emperor Xuli generally disliked wearing dragon robes, always appearing in white. White, a color of purity, somehow gave him an eerie, almost demonic air.

Just as she unbuttoned a button, her slender hand was grasped. Mingruo was startled and immediately looked up at Emperor Xuli, only to see him smiling faintly at her. Feeling guilty, she was naturally terrified, thinking she had given herself away. But Emperor Xuli simply brought her hand to his lips and lightly kissed it, then said, "I want to see Ruo'er undress first." He then placed her small hand on the waistband of her palace dress, gesturing for her to undress herself first.

Mingruo naturally didn't want to, but what could she do? So, under Emperor Xuli's expectant and admiring gaze, she slowly loosened her belt. As the belt unfurled, a corner of the silk book inside was slightly revealed. To prevent Emperor Xuli from discovering it, Mingruo removed the silk book along with her outer robe. The elaborate layers of the outer robe concealed the belt beneath, perfectly covering the silk book. Finally,

she breathed a sigh of relief, but now she was in a predicament. Mingruo really didn't want to continue undressing, but how could Emperor Xuli let her off so easily? Seeing that she refused to move, his phoenix eyes swept over her: "Why aren't you continuing?"

Her small hands slowly twisted into a knot in front of her chest. Mingruo dared not anger Emperor Xuli, so she could only grit her teeth and continue. After removing her outer robe, she was left with only her inner and outer garments, both of which seemed extremely easy to remove—just untie the belt. But when she was left with only her bodice, she refused to move again.

Knowing she was shy, Emperor Xuli didn't press her further. He reached out and pulled the beautiful woman into his arms. Mingruo gasped as her bare back and arms rubbed against Emperor Xuli's outer robe, her snow-white skin instantly feeling a slight tingling sensation. She involuntarily nestled closer to him. "Heh, why aren't you taking your clothes off? Father is waiting to see." She looked so alluring in just her undergarments, her skin so tender it seemed like you could squeeze water from it, making his heart flutter.

Mingruo obediently nestled in Emperor Xuli's arms, not daring to move, afraid of revealing her secrets. However, Emperor Xu Li had no intention of letting her off so easily. After holding her for a while, he released her, placing his hands on her waist and grasping her slender waist through the thin bodice. He commanded, "Undress your father."

He was sitting, and she was standing; there was still a height difference, so Ming Ruo had to bend down to unbutton her clothes. Emperor Xu Li only needed to slightly raise his eyes to take in the alluring beauty hidden within the bright red bodice. As the young beauty's hands moved up and down as she unbuttoned her clothes, the two delicate peaches hidden within the bodice swayed, their tender nipples creating small bulges. It wasn't cold in the palace, so—it could only be from fright.

Chapter 109, Father or Husband?

The white robe was quickly and completely undone. Mingruo, holding it, was a little lost. Logically, she should have hung Emperor Xuli's robe on the screen or a shelf, but the screen and shelf were far away. If she walked over, she would inevitably expose herself. She stood there, not knowing what to do, feeling flustered and nervous. Her small hands gripped the robe tightly, twisting it violently. "Father..." Emperor

Xuli reached out and pulled the beautiful woman into his arms. He sighed softly, "Why are you still so easily embarrassed after all this time?" His slender fingertips traced her pink lips, which were bitten until they were white, and after a few strokes, he kissed her. Mingruo subconsciously tightened her grip on the robe, but didn't know how to react. She could only let out a soft moan and slowly slump into Emperor Xuli's arms. Just then, the robe she was holding was pulled away without her noticing and thrown on the ground. Her watery eyes immediately followed and moved over: "Father... um—" Her small chin was pinched and her face was lifted up. Mingruo, who had just uttered a word, was kissed even deeper. Her empty little hands had nowhere to go, so she could only grab the slightly wrinkled inner garment on Emperor Xuli's chest.

"My good girl." He kissed her tender lips again and again in a hoarse voice, his tongue darting out to lightly lick her already swollen lips. He seemed to sigh almost imperceptibly. Mingruo's heart pounded faster and faster. Her petite body leaned completely against Xu Lidi's chest. Her peach-blossom-like face was flushed with a light pink, and her delicate body began to sweat. Xu Lidi touched her exposed back and said softly, "Continue." His

purple phoenix eyes blinked back and forth. Mingruo was in a daze and did not immediately understand Xu Lidi's meaning until her tender breasts were pinched hard. She then came to her senses and placed her small hands on Xu Lidi's waist.

The sashes were loosened, and the inner garment was completely open. Like the previous one, it was snatched away by Emperor Xu Li and thrown to the ground. This time, Ming Ruo had time to cry out, "Ah..."

"What 'ah,' silly girl." Emperor Xu Li lightly spat, and before she could untie her inner garment, he instantly took it off himself. In a moment, the two were already naked. "By the time you finish undressing your father, it will be dawn." Seeing Ming Ruo pout, he chuckled. "Your temper is growing, little thing. You even dare to get angry in front of your father, hmm?" But he liked it; it meant she was becoming more and more dependent on and trusting of him.

Hearing Emperor Xu Li say this, Ming Ruo's face flushed again. She clutched Emperor Xu Li's collar with both hands, her petite body slowly nestled into his arms, her watery eyes gradually becoming hazy. At this moment, she thought of Duanmu Yun again. She was entangled with Emperor Xu Li here, but she didn't know what situation he was in.

Emperor Xuli keenly sensed Mingruo's low spirits. He pulled her onto his lap, then held her slender waist, enveloping her soft body in his arms. He asked softly, "What's wrong? Why are you so upset today? Did you do something you're ashamed of and want to hide from your father? Is that why you're trying so hard to please him?"

Hearing this, Mingruo's heart tightened. She thought Emperor Xuli knew something, but thankfully he didn't dwell on it. He simply focused on pinning her down on the bed, kissing and caressing her. She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding like a drum. "...No, no...Father, Father, please don't..." She couldn't help but reach out to cover her chest. Her two round, tender breasts were squeezed together by Emperor Xu Li. In recent days, her body had grown a bit. Although it wasn't quite voluptuous yet, it could be described as shapely and well-proportioned. What were once small protrusions could now fill more than half of Emperor Xu Li's palm. Emperor Xu Li was very satisfied with this development.

He opened his mouth, and his warm tongue licked her tender breasts from left to right. Ming Ruo almost fainted from a jolt. The smooth sheets beneath her made her delicate skin slowly break out in goosebumps. Although her breasts weren't exactly full, they were absolutely elastic. Even when she lay down, they wouldn't spread out due to gravity, but remained as round and alluring as ever.

"Look at these two little pink beads...so beautiful..." Emperor Xuli murmured, gazing at the plump, tender breasts before him. The bluish veins on the snow-white flesh were faintly visible. He let out a soft breath, kneading the soft, smooth flesh in his hands. No matter how many times he hurt those breasts, he couldn't control his desire. Soft as water, smooth as jade, white as snow—truly a rare beauty. "Ruo'er, get up a little and put them in your father's mouth." A large hand touched Mingruo's waist, gesturing for her to lift her head according to his fingertips. Mingruo let out a soft breath and obediently lifted herself up, her erect, tender nipples entering Emperor Xuli's waiting mouth. Feeling the gentle warmth of his mouth, Mingruo involuntarily bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that almost escaped her lips.

"So good." Emperor Xuli chuckled softly, biting the small, blossoming nipple in his mouth, then sucking on the thin pink areola as well. The texture was wonderful, tender and elastic, almost overwhelming him with surging desire. "Ruo'er is an obedient girl."

She bit her lip, but couldn't suppress the soft moans emanating from the depths of her heart. How could one truly refuse physical pleasure? No matter who gave her this pleasure, she couldn't refuse. "Father... Father Emperor... so hot... um..." Her two slender arms encircled Emperor Xuli's neck, Mingruo shaking her head with unbearable passion. Her misty eyes seemed veiled in fog, her moist pupils exuding a delicate aura, making her look incredibly pitiful. "Father Emperor... Father Emperor..." She called out to him again and again, as if she would never have the chance to call him that again.

As father and daughter, Mingruo couldn't reciprocate Xuli Emperor's romantic feelings. But—did the absence of romantic feelings now truly mean the absence of them would never come? Who could truly resist such a bewitching and alluring man?

Xuli Emperor was busy lovingly caressing her two pretty nipples and didn't respond to her immediately. Mingruo wouldn't have it. She pouted and started calling him again, "Father, Father, Father..." until Xuli Emperor looked up and kissed her, finally stopping.

"Little thing, why are you so prone to being coquettish?" Xuli Emperor was both amused and helpless, but he still held her, coaxing and kissing her. As long as Mingruo didn't resist or reject him, he was like a lump of clay in her presence, easily molded. If she were to act coquettishly, Xuli Emperor would practically offer his life for her to play with. Yet, the little beauty herself was completely unaware of this. Even now, she couldn't fully understand whether Xuli Emperor's infatuation with her was genuine or just a passing fancy.

But whether it was genuine or just a passing fancy didn't matter anymore. She was leaving, never to return.

Thinking of this, Mingruo involuntarily hugged Emperor Xuli tightly. It wasn't about love, but simply a daughter's

reluctance farewell. Emperor Xuli was the greatest and most sublime being in her seventeen years of life. She admired him, revered him, and loved to snuggle and act spoiled in his arms, but that was merely a daughter's affection for her father, and Mingruo had always believed that. But now—never again.

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