Crimson Blood - Purple Rose

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Midnight. The mountains and forests were deserted.
Snowflakes drifted silently down through the bare branches.
A red fox leaped across a frozen stream. In the distance, a broken branch, weighed down by snow, cracked faintly. The fox raised its head, warily gazing at the distant hillside. Its snout twitched, as if sensing an ominous premonition.
The boundless forest was shrouded in the swirling snow, dreamlike and ethereal. Suddenly, a faint white shadow emerged from the snowstorm, like a wisp of smoke, carried by the wind.
The red fox turned and ran, its fiery red fur flashing like leaping flames as it nimbly danced across the snowfield. But the white shadow was faster, appearing like a ghost beside the red fox in the blink of an eye.
The red fox stopped in horror, a sudden tightness around its neck, and its body was lifted into the air.
The white shadow gracefully crossed the stream, slipped, and fell into the snow.
The dim light of the snow illuminated a face whiter than the snowflakes themselves. She looked only sixteen or seventeen, with exquisitely beautiful features, her delicate red lips complementing her delicate beauty, like a budding rose radiating a soft glow. Her long, flowing hair, studded with flakes of snow, danced like silk, and her naked body, as pure as moonlight, was shrouded in a hazy glow.
The girl seemed utterly exhausted; she struggled to climb to the foot of the tree and sat up. Her chest gleamed, revealing a pair of plump, fragrant breasts far beyond her years, the nipples smooth and creamy, swaying gently like two heavy little watermelons. Equally surprising was her waist and abdomen. Her waist, which should have been slender and supple, was now swollen high, clearly indicating she had been pregnant for some time.
The girl's starry eyes were cold and expressionless. She took a breath, drew a dark, heavy longsword, slashed open the red fox's neck, and then bit down on its heat. Fine, pearly teeth silently pierced through the fur, hot blood splattering onto her delicate lips, both alluring and eerie.
The girl seemed oblivious to the biting cold, sitting naked in the snow, drinking the blood raw. Snowflakes fell on her naked body like they fell on a jade statue, sliding across without a pause.
The warm blood flowed into her throat, bringing a slight warmth. But the contractions in her abdomen grew stronger. The girl trembled, clutching her swollen belly, her clear, beautiful eyes as cold as ice.
The fetal movements intensified, her uterus contracting in waves. A moment later, she gasped for breath, a warm liquid gushing from between her legs, melting the snow beneath her.
Damn bastard, born at this damned moment…
The snow fell even heavier, the entire world seemingly filled with swirling snowflakes, suffocating her.
The pain of the contractions was more intense than any torture she had ever endured before. She clung tightly to the tree trunk behind her, her slender fingers almost crushing the bark. Her body was straight, her feet planted firmly on the ground, her calves sinking deep into the snow, her rounded knees desperately spreading apart. A sharp pain shot through her as the fetus was forced out of her contracting uterus, tearing open her cervix. The girl screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face.
A cold wind swept by, dissipating the warm amniotic fluid rising from between her legs. The engorged labia below her abdomen glistened with moisture, gradually opening and closing with the contractions of her belly, trembling as they revealed the moist entrance. A few fluttering snowflakes entered her vagina, instantly vanishing in the steam.
A quarter of an hour later, a swollen, almost bursting mass appeared beneath her pale belly; the bright red vagina had opened to the size of a fist, and the fetus could be seen struggling inside, trying to break free. But the delicate opening was too tight; the ring of tender, red flesh was stretched thin and frail, yet the fetus still couldn't pass through. The girl was drenched in sweat, her pale lips bitten raw by her teeth, revealing a few drops of crimson.

A clump of snow fell from a branch, landing heavily on her abdomen. The internal energy circulating within her loosened, and a bone-chilling cold immediately seeped into her skin. The bright-eyed girl struggled to lift her lower body, biting her red lips tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. The opening widened further, revealing the soft hairs on the fetus's head.
The girl was in excruciating pain, her body convulsing unconsciously. She clenched her teeth, pressing her hands against her abdomen, desperately pushing downwards. The smooth, white skin of her lower abdomen rippled like waves, and a fetus, streaked with blood, slowly emerged from between the delicate petals, its wrinkled little face wedged between her smooth thighs, dirty and jarring.
The young woman laboriously reached out and pinched her own excess flesh, her fingertips touching the incredibly soft flesh of the fetus. A chill ran down her spine. No other woman would ever deliver her own child in this desolate, snow-covered mountain. The young woman gasped for breath, gripping the fetus's neck and pulling it out.
The slippery fetus passed through the tight cavity, first the shoulders, then the chest, arms, waist, and hips… Suddenly, her body relaxed, and a warm, steaming object slid out from between her legs, landing in the snow.
With the birth of the child, copious amounts of blood, bodily fluids, umbilical cord, and placenta flowed out. The young woman trembled as she straightened up, her beautiful eyes colder than the snowstorm. Without hesitation, she gripped the baby's neck, her jade-like fingers tightening, ready to strangle her own flesh and blood that had just slipped from her body.
The moment her fingertips touched the warm, wet skin, the baby opened its mouth, spitting out amniotic fluid, and a clear cry immediately echoed through the forest. In an instant, nightmarish memories flooded her mind, intertwining with her maternal instincts, and the girl's fingers froze.
A biting wind howled, whipping up the snow, turning the world into a white expanse. The bloody umbilical cord hung from the baby's abdomen at one end, the other still inside the mother's body, swaying gently in the snow.
The girl hesitated for a moment, then pulled the child into her arms, two streams of tears streaming down her beautiful face.
Child, your birth is an unforgivable sin…

Scene One:
“I won’t go!” A sharp cry rang out from behind the gauze curtains, and a pillow flew out.
A maid waited a moment, then whispered, “Miss, there are only four or five guests left, all close friends of the master. Please go…”
The gauze curtains were pulled open with a “whoosh.” “Mother doesn’t want me anymore, why should I see guests! I’m going back to Piaomei Peak to become a nun!” Murong Zimei’s eyes were red as she spoke angrily, her small breasts bouncing beneath her bright purple bodice, her fair skin exuding a delicate fragrance.
The maid obediently sat behind Zi Mei, gathered her glossy black hair, and smiled as she combed it, saying, "Miss's hair is so beautiful, how could you bear to shave it off? Besides, it's not pretty for a girl to have a shaved head."
"How is it not pretty? Haven't you seen my master? She's very beautiful even with her head shaved."
"Oh my, Young Madam, Miss Ji, and Miss are all like fairies, plus Abbess Xuefeng and Heroine Feng, your Piaomei Peak is truly a place where fairies live." The maid said enviously.
Murong Zi Mei thought of her master and senior sister, sighed softly, and then became angry again, "That Murong Sheng is really outrageous! He's already proud enough for marrying Second Senior Sister, and Mother even has to go burn incense and make offerings for him. I haven't been back for six years, and Mother doesn't spend much time with her daughter, she's so biased..."
The maid put down the ivory comb, tied up her hair, and comforted her, "Madam's trip won't take more than five days, and Miss can stay at home for two months."
Murong Zi Mei reluctantly put on her light red embroidered dress. A crimson sash cinched her waist, instantly accentuating her shapely figure. She ignored the cosmetics and perfumes on her dressing table, picking out only a jade clasp and clutching it in her hand.

A maidservant entered carrying water, smiling sweetly, "Miss, hurry! Young Master Juqu is still waiting for you in the main hall." ****************
... This caused great suffering to the people of the Central Plains. Nine out of ten Han Chinese who had settled there were left desolate, thousands of miles of fertile land turned into desert, and the roadsides were littered with bones.

The world was in turmoil, yet the martial arts world flourished, with powerful figures carving out their own territories and vying for supremacy. Murong Zimei's father, Murong Wei, was the chieftain of Fulongjian. For over ten years, he had fought dozens of battles, large and small, without a single defeat. However, he harbored no ambition; he merely established his stronghold for self-defense, relying on the nearly one thousand men of Fulongjian to maintain peace in the surrounding villages. Therefore, his reputation in the martial arts world was not particularly widespread. Murong Zimei's mother, Xiao Funu, was known for her kind heart, benevolence, and generosity, earning her the nickname "Hundred Flowers Guanyin."
At the age of ten, Murong Zimei was accepted as a disciple by the Snow Peak Divine Nun and resided on Piaomei Peak atop the Snow Mountain. She also had three senior female disciples. The eldest senior sister, Feng Wanhua, was an orphan adopted by the Snow Peak Nun. She inherited her master's true skills and once slew the Four Bandits of Jiangdong with her Flowing Frost Sword, astonishing the martial world. The second senior sister, Lin Xiangyuan, though from a scholarly family and beautiful, possessed a chivalrous spirit and extraordinary courage. In just two years, the reputation of her Cold Moon Blade had rivaled that of the Flowing Frost Sword. The third senior sister, Ji Meiwu, was the opposite; a wealthy heiress from a family of archers and horsemen, she was the most gentle and compliant.
Although her mother was loving, she was uncompromising when it came to Zi Mei's martial arts training. She had studied at Piaomei Peak for six years without ever leaving the mountain. At first, she cried about it, but fortunately, her master and three senior sisters treated her with great care, and she gradually grew accustomed to the harshness of Piaomei Peak.
Half a year ago, her brother, Murong Sheng, visited his sister at Piaomei Peak and met the second senior sister, Lin Xiangyuan. The two fell in love at first sight and became engaged. They married five days ago at Fulong Ravine, and Murong Zi Mei only then returned home to stay temporarily.
The "Young Master Juqu" the maid mentioned was Juqu Zhanyang, a scion of the Murong family, a long-time friend. During the six years Zi Mei lived on Piaomei Peak, he visited the mountain dozens of times, more frequently than Zi Mei's family. Each visit made Zi Mei happy for days, and her affection for this childhood sweetheart grew ever stronger. (
Chapter title should be in blue font. [Leaved by: Tailing Martian])

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