The Secret History of Debauchery – Empress Dowager Cixi (Simplified Chinese)

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The Secret History of Debauchery Series – Empress Dowager Cixi

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At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a tribe—the Aisin Gioro—rose up east of Shenyang, outside Shanhaiguan. Their leader

, Nurhaci, was a young hero; he was not only brave and skilled in battle but also adept at strategy. Under Nurhaci's leadership

, the Aisin Gioro tribe became the most powerful force in Northeast China in just a few years.

Nurhaci outwardly maintained peace with the Ming Dynasty while secretly strengthening himself. He thought that unifying Manchuria and laying

the foundation for the nation was only a matter of time, so he ordered craftsmen to undertake a large-scale construction project, building a shrine to worship the gods and ancestors.

When the workers were digging the tomb for the shrine, they suddenly couldn't dig any further. They had unearthed a stone tablet

with an inscription on it. The craftsmen came to report on the progress.

Nurhaci asked: "Do you know what's written on it?"

The craftsman, pale and trembling, stammered for a long time before finally saying, "...My Gioro clan is...

blessed by Heaven, and led by...a wise ruler, surely...will enjoy the throne forever...and live as long as Heaven..."

Nurhaci, somewhat angry, asked, "What exactly is written on the stone tablet?!"

It read: "Yechi will destroy Jianzhou."

Thus, Nurhaci, thinking of a way to eliminate the threat completely, ordered Nalinbulu to be beheaded and his head displayed publicly,

thinking: "Hmph! Yechi will destroy Jianzhou. I've killed your master, let's see how you destroy us then! "

Nalinbulu, seeing everything destroyed by Nurhaci and with no hope of revenge in this life,

shouted before dying: "...As long as there is one person left in the Yechi kingdom, I will surely make your Gioro clan annihilated..." Then he laughed twice before his head fell to the ground.

Nurhaci, seeing his greatest threat eliminated, was very pleased and no longer cared much about the stone tablet. Later,

even during the confiscation of the Buse family property, he took a liking to their orphaned daughter and chose her as a concubine, who later became Empress Taizu.

Nurhaci had initially eliminated the Yechi people because of the ominous record on the stone tablet that mentioned Yechi, the destroyer of Jianzhou.

However, because Empress Taizu was originally a daughter of the Yechi people, he ensured the

continuation of the Yechi lineage for the sake of maintaining a kinship, but secretly warned his descendants never to allow Yechi women to marry.

In the early Qing Dynasty, several emperors after Shunzhi strictly adhered to these ancestral precepts, but by the time of Xianfeng, due to the passage of

time, these precepts had gradually faded from memory…

In the spring of the nineteenth year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, in an ordinary courtyard in Beijing, a young couple sat in a pavilion enjoying

the spring scenery . The woman held a baby girl in her arms, and the couple played with the infant. The woman said to her husband: "This little one

was born in spring, give her a name, and see how to call her."

Seeing the beautiful flowers in the garden, the woman said: "How about we name her after a flower?"

The man looked at the baby girl in the woman's arms, smiling sweetly. Her fair skin and rosy lips were incredibly cute.

He proudly said to his wife, "Look at her! She's so adorable. When she grows up, she'll definitely grow into a

beautiful young woman."

At that moment, a delicate fragrance filled the air, and the man had an inspiration: "

How about we call her Lan'er?"

"Good! The orchid is a recluse among flowers, unassuming and releasing its fragrance in a secluded valley." "Perfect!" the woman said,

gently calling to the baby girl in her arms, "Lan'er! Lan'er! So sweet, so sweet!"

Unfortunately, this moment of family bliss was as fleeting as a beautiful illusion. When Lan'er was twelve, her father passed away from

illness , leaving behind her ailing mother, a younger sister two years her junior, and a large sum of money for medical and

funeral expenses.

The river flowed slowly past them. Lan'er, holding her younger sister's hand, gazed at the shimmering water under the setting sun.

Thinking of the days to come, she couldn't help but shed two streams of tears, feeling a deep sadness. She longed to throw herself into the river and end it all.

However, her sister's innocent eyes, filled with helplessness and trust, gave her courage, believing that she was at least

not completely destitute.

Fortunately, by some strange twist of fate, a mistake in the county magistrate's document resulted in Lan'er and her sister receiving three hundred taels of

silver as a consolation payment, which helped them overcome their financial difficulties. Who could have foreseen that Wu Tang would later become the governor of Sichuan, thanks to this

unexpected three hundred taels of silver?

The hardship did not hinder the blossoming of a young girl. The naturally beautiful Lan'er grew more and more stunning;

the life of relying on others also made her increasingly adept at reading people's expressions.

That year, Emperor Xianfeng changed his reign title and selected young women to enter the palace. This was joyous news for Lan'er.

The ornate buildings were merely her daydreams, but now she had the opportunity to enter the palace, making her dreams come true and

ensuring her family's livelihood.

Perhaps Lady Luck had finally awakened. Lan'er was ordered to be selected as a maid and was successfully chosen

to serve .

Spring turned to autumn, and time flew by. Lan'er had been in the palace for half a year.

One night, Lan'er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. One moment she thought of the impoverished days of the past;

the next she resolved to become a powerful and influential person, never again to be bullied or oppressed by others.

Lan'er thought about her current situation. She had entered the palace in spring, and now the heat of summer had passed, and autumn was approaching.

Had everything been well at home during these past six months? Life in the palace seemed monotonous. Aside from work, she listened to

the maids and eunuchs chatter and gossip: who had argued with whom… who lost their jewelry… that person's mouth

was too wide, their nose too broad…

Lost in thought, Lan'er finally got out of bed to get some fresh air. The night dew grew heavier, and soon

Lan'er's clothes and hair were covered in dewdrops, but she seemed oblivious, still sitting in

a corner , deep in thought.

"Who's there?" A gruff voice suddenly broke the stillness of the night, a low shout.

Startled from her reverie, Lan'er looked up and saw Ronglu, an armed imperial guard, approaching.

He said, "It's the middle of the night; don't wander around the palace."

Lan'er replied, "I'm just sitting here; I haven't wandered around!" Startled, Lan'er became a little embarrassed and

angry, throwing a tantrum, and demanded, "Can't I sit here?"

Seeing that she was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen, Ronglu didn't know what to say and could only smile wryly, saying, "

Go back to your room and sleep quickly! It's getting late.

" These words of concern might have been just casual remarks, but they warmed Lan'er's heart.

Since , Lan'er had never spoken so intimately to anyone, and she actually regarded Ronglu as a rare confidant.

Lan'er couldn't help but pour out her heart, overflowing with longing for her family, tears streaming down her face.

Ronglu, hearing Lan'er's sorrow for her mother, couldn't bear it and comforted her, saying, "I can find a way to help you."

After careful planning, Ronglu not only ensured Lan'er's safe departure from the palace, fulfilling her wish, but also accompanied her on her journey

. Naturally, Lan'er was deeply grateful for the family reunion and Ronglu's considerate actions

.

After this incident, Lan'er also understood Ronglu's love for her. As she grew older, she gradually came to

appreciate the feelings of love between a man and a woman, and their affection deepened day by day. They often spent time together under the moon and flowers, their figures

intertwined.

Even the chilly wind and falling snow couldn't cool their burning passion. The young lovers nestled together in their small storage room

, whispering sweet nothings, their hearts entwined in blissful intimacy. One was like dry

tinder , burning with passion; the other, innocent and naive, saw their transgressive actions transformed into expressions of love.

Ronglu greedily inhaled the scent of perfume on Lan'er's face; he lightly touched his lips to her delicate, soft cheeks.

Lan'er felt as if a spring breeze were caressing her face—warm, delicate, intoxicating, and ethereal… with a slight tingling,

itchy sensation. That indescribable feeling brought a sense of complete relaxation, yet also a restless

tension.

Ronglu's hands, both nimble and clumsy, slipped inside Lan'er's clothes.

One by one, the buttons of Lan'er's cotton-padded jacket came undone, until she felt a cool sensation on her chest. Her small breasts, barely large enough to be grasped, were now covered by

Ronglu 's large hands. Lan'er felt a wave of shyness, as if all around

her were watching, greedy, and mocking eyes, making her hastily press her chest against Ronglu's chest to try and cover herself.

The newly developed breasts were just slightly protruding mounds of flesh, but Ronglu's palms could keenly

feel the tip of the breast hardening and trembling. With each slight movement, it felt as if it were scratching the tender flesh of his palm.

Ronglu, his emotions surging, felt a restless urge in his groin, like a trapped beast

struggling desperately.

Lan'er, lost in passion, felt her whole body burning and weakening, her lower abdomen churning.

An irresistible urge, emanating from a place that made her blush and her heart race, seemed to be driving her

to seek release through twisting movements and soft moans.

Ronglu's groin tightened to its limit with excitement. At this moment, he no longer cared about palace rules;

even with a knife to his throat, he couldn't stop.

*Hiss!* Ronglu roughly tore off Lan'er's lower garment. Ah…Brother Rong… Lan’er felt a chill in her lower body,

followed by a warm current emanating from Ronglu’s palm, which was pressed against her vulva, making her feel both comfortable and shy.

Lan’er’s smooth, delicate vulva was sparsely covered with a few fine hairs, and Ronglu’s touch found it

to be warm and slightly damp. Ronglu’s rapid breathing was tinged with a low growl as he rolled over, pulled his pants down halfway, spread

Lan’er’s thighs, and pressed his trembling penis against her vulva.

Ronglu’s series of hasty movements left Lan’er with no time to react before she felt something hard rubbing and

protruding at the entrance of her vagina. She felt an indescribable tingling sensation, followed by a piercing pain.

Ah…ah…Brother Rong…it hurts…ah…no…no…uh…ah… Lan’er twisted her lower body, struggling and

pushing away with all her might. Lan’er couldn’t help but wonder why what she had vaguely hoped for during the caresses was actually

this painful.

At this moment, Ronglu's emotions were so high that he was almost frantic. He ignored Lan'er's cries and struggles, only

seeking self-gratification. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Lan'er's waist, and he pressed his hips down hard, forcing his penis

into the narrow crevice.

Perhaps it was the narrowness and tightness of a virgin's vagina; perhaps it was the tension of his emotions, but as soon as Ronglu's glans entered

the vaginal opening, he felt a tingling, chilling sensation, followed by an unbearable tingling, and thick streams of semen shot out.

Lan'er felt as if her vaginal opening was being stretched open and torn, the pain as if her lower body had suddenly been detached. But

amidst Ronglu's rapid breathing, she felt a sudden warm swelling in her vagina, a warm current rolling and

churning inside. And, to her slight relief, Ronglu's penis seemed to be no longer pushing in.

At this moment, Lan'er's mind was in turmoil. She felt the sorrow of losing her virginity, but she also felt the warm current rolling inside her vagina,

which brought her a little bit of unsatisfying pleasure. Lan'er thought, half-understanding: "...If only there were no pain...

only the final comfort...how wonderful that would be..."

Ronglu's clarity after venting his emotions made him realize the trouble he had caused, and how utterly

incompetent he was. He lowered his head, licking the tear tracks on Lan'er's cheek, murmuring: "...Lan'er...I love you...Lan'er...

I'm sorry...Lan'er..."

Perhaps between a man and a woman, just the word "love" can cover up everything that shouldn't be done. Hearing the soft

words of love in Lan'er's ear, the pain she had just felt, and the consequences of her affair, vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace. However,

they both knew in their hearts that their circumstances and status would make this relationship difficult, even

hopeless, but they didn't want to think about it too much; perhaps happiness was the most important thing now.

Lan'er had initially imagined the palace to be filled with music, dance, fine clothes, and delicacies. However, upon entering,

she discovered the profound loneliness and isolation of a noble household. In this moment of emptiness, Ronglu entered her life,

igniting her inner feelings like a spark igniting a wildfire—perhaps a form of solace, or perhaps a form of anesthesia.

After this intimate encounter, Lan'er and Ronglu's relationship deepened, becoming inseparable

. They began to meet secretly, embrace secretly, and indulge in secret passions

…

Time flew by, and four years passed in the blink of an eye.

Lan'er was now seventeen. Her former beauty remained, but with age and

the nourishment . She was intelligent, shrewd, and worldly-wise. In

the fourth year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, an edict was issued to all palace women: ...because the Empress was infertile, a new concubine would be chosen to

compensate for her inability to bear children... This news was a rare opportunity for the palace women, and

seventeen women had already been selected in the edict's register, Lan'er being one of them.

Lan'er was overjoyed upon learning this, but the thought of Ronglu immediately dashed her joy,

replaced by hesitation and worry. Being summoned by the Emperor was certainly a good thing; however, the thought of seeing Ronglu again...

Being with Ronglu was absolutely impossible. Putting aside physical pleasure, their relationship, which had lasted for over three years,

couldn't be easily severed.

After several internal struggles, Lan'er finally decided to accept the summons. She thought: "...Being

summoned doesn't mean being chosen as a concubine... Even if I'm not chosen, I can still be with Ronglu..." But Lan'er never

told Ronglu about the summons; they both kept it a secret.

On the day of the concubine selection, the Emperor had already arrived quite some time ago, and the other summoned palace maids had all bowed to

him . As Xianfeng was calling the roll, Lan'er arrived late, calmly bowing to the Emperor.

Lan'er was dressed plainly, without even makeup or rouge. She thought that this way, the Emperor wouldn't choose her, thus

neither disobeying the decree nor being unable to continue being with Ronglu.

Xianfeng usually associated with women adorned with gold and silver, dressed in flamboyant attire. Now, however, she was a

girl dressed simply yet elegantly, beautiful yet not alluring, who stood

out .

Emperor Xianfeng saw her eyes shimmering like autumn water, full of tender affection, and her cherry-red lips, so

alluring too beautiful to be real. He gazed at her intently for a long while before finally regaining

his composure and telling her to rise. Xianfeng had fallen in love with Lan'er at first sight. Since the Empress was at

the , Xianfeng, without hesitation, ordered the other concubines to return home, leaving only Lan'er behind.

Lan'er was puzzled that the Emperor had kept her for questioning, but seeing his gaze,

she felt reassured and relaxed.

She bowed again, and Xianfeng gently helped her up, saying, "Get up, stand aside.

" He asked, "Is your name Lan'er? I've never seen you before." Emperor Xianfeng felt it was a waste that he hadn't noticed such

a beautiful woman sooner.

Lan'er, feeling a little shy under Xianfeng's gaze, lowered her head and replied, "This servant entered the palace three years ago. Because Your

Majesty hasn't summoned me regularly, Your Majesty doesn't recognize me."

Xianfeng couldn't help but tease, "So, it's my fault!"

Lan'er said fearfully, "This servant wouldn't dare!"

Xianfeng laughed even more heartily, "Good! I grant you leniency. However, I want you to raise your head so I can take a closer look."

Hearing Xianfeng's kind tone, Lan'er slowly raised her head.

She was radiant with youthful beauty, her eyes sparkling with allure, incredibly charming. The more Xianfeng looked, the more he loved her; the more he loved, the more he looked,

his eyes seeming to spit fire. This made Lan'er blush deeply, and she lowered her head again.

Xianfeng suddenly realized his embarrassment and quickly asked to save face, "Judging from your appearance, you must be Manchu!"

My late father, Lady Nara, whose given name was Huizheng, was a deputy general who died in office. I, his servant, followed him to his post and thus lived in

the Jiangnan region for a long time.

Emperor Xianfeng then murmured his praise: "No wonder she appears to be a beauty from the North, yet possesses the gentle charm of a Southern woman. Excellent! Excellent!

" He then gently stroked Lan'er's delicate hand with obvious affection.

Lan'er, of course, knew what Emperor Xianfeng was planning. She was both happy and nervous about such favor, and for a

moment, she completely forgot about her past relationship with Ronglu.

The eunuch beside her, knowing that this amorous emperor was about to find pleasure in Lan'er again, discreetly

slipped away. Emperor Xianfeng, holding Lan'er's hand, naturally headed towards his bedchamber.

Lan'er was no longer the virgin she once was. She possessed full breasts, a supple waist, long, slender

legs, and thick, glossy black pubic hair. More importantly, her countless sexual experiences with Ronglu had given her a deeper

understanding of matters between men and women, and a better grasp of how to please the Emperor, ensuring both of them could enjoy sexual pleasure.

Lan'er's only concern was concealing the fact that she was no longer a virgin.

Upon arriving at the palace, Xianfeng eagerly embraced the blushing Lan'er, gently and skillfully undressing

her. Xianfeng had engaged in such intimate acts countless times before, but strangely, today he felt

particularly excited, his heart pounding faster and faster as Lan'er's clothes were gradually removed.

Once Lan'er's clothes were completely removed, her snow-white, delicate skin and her pink breasts, like freshly peeled chicken head meat,

caused Emperor Xianfeng, who was used to being pampered with cosmetics, to feel his blood boil and pant heavily. In a few quick movements,

he removed , and his manhood was already erect and trembling, ready for action.

The emperor was indeed extraordinary. Although Lan'er had seen Ronglu's penis before, Xianfeng's penis was thicker and longer than

Ronglu's . Perhaps the emperor had a special way of "raising chickens"! Lan'er

couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at the sight of Xianfeng's penis, secretly wondering if she could handle it.

While she was thinking, Xianfeng's mouth was already on Lan'er's nipple, licking it with his tongue, grinding it with his teeth, and sucking it hard;

his left hand was kneading her right breast, while his right hand was rubbing her vulva.

A tingling, hot current coursed through Lan'er's body, revealing passionate desire wherever it passed:

furrowed brows, closed eyes, half-open lips, soft moans, erect nipples... Then, a heat gradually accumulated in her lower abdomen and dantian,

making her feel as if she were in a furnace, yet utterly powerless to move an inch.

Ah...Long live...Your Majesty...Ugh...No...Hmm...No...Hmm...It itches...So embarrassing...Ah...I...Hmm...

" Lan'er's gentle, wanton moans did not make Xianfeng slow down at all; instead, they intensified his lust, making him even more

frantic with his caresses and lewd movements.

Xianfeng wished he had another mouth to lick and suck between her breasts, occasionally letting out ecstatic

smacking sounds as if savoring a delicious treat. Xianfeng's right thumb massaged her clitoris; his middle finger, however, followed the slippery

fluid , gently moving in and out of Lan'er's vagina.

"Mmm...no...oh...it's so itchy...ah...no..." Lan'er murmured dreamily, yet she could clearly

and acutely feel the hard knuckles of her fingers effectively scratching the itchy spot, even penetrating deeper, touching

the corners that drove her mad.

Emperor Xianfeng smeared his hands, covered in semen, on Lan'er's vulva, while gently

kissing her cheek, soothingly saying, "Lan'er, I'm going to insert my penis into your vagina. It will hurt a little at first,

but if you relax and bear it, you will naturally feel the pleasure of intercourse." Xianfeng was indeed a seasoned lover; such gentle

words always had a hypnotic effect, making the beauty beneath him nod in agreement.

Lan'er's lust had already surged like a tidal wave, her heart screaming: "Quick...quick...insert it...insert it hard

..." But her mouth pleaded, "Your Majesty...please be gentle...this servant...I'm afraid...can't bear it..."

Indeed, Lan'er's heart trembled slightly when she caught a glimpse of the bright red glans.

Xianfeng knelt between Lan'er's legs, casually placing a pillow under her buttocks, and then spreading her legs

wide , exposing every detail of her vulva. It was as if, from the "O"-shaped

vaginal opening, one could glimpse the slowly writhing, moist vaginal walls.

"Your Majesty... I'm so ashamed... Don't... look like that... Ah..." Lan'er instinctively covered her face with her hands. This shy

yet utterly lewd expression seemed to give Xianfeng a sadistic pleasure.

Xianfeng lowered his body, guiding his penis against the vaginal opening, first gently rubbing the glans against it

to collect some moisture, then slowly lowering his hips to push the glans into the vagina.

From the initial caresses to the details before penetration, Xianfeng's actions made Lan'er

compare them to Ronglu's. Lan'er felt that everything Xianfeng did to her was appropriate and effective in arousing her desire,

unlike Ronglu's brute force that only sought his own gratification. Lan'er seemed to foresee that this intercourse would

bring even greater pleasure.

Ah...it hurts...ah ah...be gentle...Long live...Master...be gentle...Although Lan'er was not a virgin, this time her cries of pain were

genuine it squeezed in inch by inch, although it was not as painful as the initial sting of deflowering,

the tightness of her vaginal opening, which she had not yet adapted to, made her feel as if her vaginal opening was being torn apart.

Although the beauty's cries made Xianfeng's heart ache, he could clearly feel

the warmth and moisture inside her vagina, as well as the soft, sucking-like movements, which made him unable to suppress his inner desire. He only wanted to go deeper, to let his entire penis, and even his whole body, feel the distant and vague memory

of being tightly wrapped in a narrow, moist uterus . 　　"Ah...Long live...Your Majesty...it's...um...so big...this servant...ah...can't...take it...ah..." Lan'er's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched the sheets spasmodically, enduring the increasing pleasure amidst the tension. 　　"Ugh! Ah!" When the entire penis was inside, Xianfeng cheered with a sense of relief. After a brief pause, he began to slowly thrust, his breath coming in short gasps as he murmured: "Lan'er...your... 　　little hole...is so tight...so...comfortable...so comfortable...I want to bestow upon you...the title of Noble...Consort...from now on... 　　you must...often...accompany...me..." Although these were intimate words, they were still words spoken by a king, a golden promise. 　　"Ugh...um...ah..." Lan'er responded weakly to Xianfeng's thrusts, a promise, and also a thank you. The throbbing penis inside her vagina gave her an irreplaceable pleasure. Her hands gradually tightened around Xianfeng's shoulders and neck, a yearning for more intense movements welling up . 　　Lan'er's undulating lower body made Xianfeng's thrusts smoother, faster, and more forceful. The point of contact made a splashing sound during the thrusting; the skin hitting the ground made a slapping sound, mingling with moans of "mmm...ah...", like a symphony of debauchery. 　　After nearly an incense stick's time, the repeated piston-like movements brought Xianfeng's accumulated energy to a critical point. A sudden tingling sensation in his lower back caused him to ejaculate thick streams of hot semen with each rapid thrust. His penis, still sharp, pushed the semen like a pump, rushing deep into Lan'er's womb. "Haaah... Ugh..." Emperor Xianfeng gasped and convulsed, his hands gripping Lan'er's breasts tightly, as if he wanted to crush them. 　　During their continuous, intense lovemaking, Lan'er was already lost in ecstasy, her mind wandering to the heavens. While Xianfeng's hot semen brought her to another level, it was merely icing on the cake, better than nothing ... 　　After a night of passionate lovemaking, Lan'er was Emperor Xianfeng's most favored concubine, and he bestowed upon her the title of Noble Lady. Not long after, Lan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy. 　　The news spread like wildfire throughout the palace, with everyone offering congratulations. Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed, while Ronglu felt his heart bleeding—but what could he do? 　　The little boy was immediately named Crown Prince and given the name Zai. Noble Lady Lan, because of this son, became an Imperial Noble Consort and changed her name to Empress Dowager Cixi. 　　(II) 　　When the Tongzhi Emperor turned one year old, the Xianfeng Emperor was overjoyed and extremely proud of his son. He thus held a lavish state banquet to celebrate the prince's birthday. Lan'er, now the Empress Dowager Cixi, sat beside the Xianfeng Emperor on his right, a happy smile on her face. The eunuch Li Lianying, a man with a strong desire for power, had some knowledge 　　of Empress Dowager Cixi's background after years in the palace . Li Lianying understood that with the Xianfeng Emperor's current favor, Cixi would inevitably rise through the ranks and gain control of the palace. 　　Li Lianying thought that if he wanted a good life in the palace, he had to curry favor with Empress Dowager Cixi. Therefore, while the Emperor and other ministers were talking, Li Lianying secretly struck up a conversation with Empress Dowager Cixi, pretending to be indifferent . 　　Cixi, seeing Li Lianying's quick wit, simply found him a conversationalist, someone to alleviate the boredom in the lonely palace. From then on, Empress Dowager Cixi and Li Lianying grew increasingly close, with Cixi affectionately calling Li Lianying "Little Li." 　　However, throughout history, few emperors have truly been devoted to one another, and Emperor Xianfeng was no exception. Xianfeng gradually distanced himself from Cixi, turning his attention to four women from Jiangnan in the Yuanmingyuan Garden, whom he affectionately called the "Four Springs." These four springs were named Peony Spring, Apricot Grove Spring, Wuling Spring, and Begonia Spring —names 　　bestowed upon them by Xianfeng . 　　Emperor Xianfeng spent his days in the Yuanmingyuan Garden with the Four Springs, and occasionally, when the mood struck him, they would engage in open-air sexual acts, replacing the gentle sounds of courtesans with vulgar language; replacing the garden's beautiful flowers and carved buildings with a life of debauchery. 　　In the Kunning Palace of the Forbidden City, Empress Niohuru seemed to be living a life of widowhood, but being of a dignified could only grieve in silence as her husband embraced another, daring not to show her anger. 　　However, Cixi was not as magnanimous as the Empress. She rose from poverty to enter the palace, experiencing its luxurious lifestyle, and then ascended to the rank of Imperial Concubine. This meteoric rise fueled her ambition, driven by two main motivations: first, to maintain her current position; and second, the allure of power compelled her to scheme and strive for advancement. 　　Furthermore, the nightly revelries during Emperor Xianfeng's favor allowed Cixi to fully experience the pleasures of sexual intercourse. Though she dared not voice it, she inwardly became addicted to the thrill and climax, seemingly possessing only outward chastity.

However, his inner world was extremely licentious.

Therefore, Cixi could not bear the feeling of being suddenly banished from the highest heavens to the deepest valley; in addition, Xiao Li Zi added fuel

to the fire, even giving her advice. When all kinds of seductive tricks could not keep Xianfeng's restless heart,

she accepted Xiao Li Zi's suggestion: ...If the four springs are not eliminated, the emperor will not return...and even the six palaces cannot be favored

...favoring the six palaces is such an exciting and desirable phrase.

Little Li once told Empress Dowager Cixi: "...As far as I know, Peony Spring had a lover before entering the palace.

However, I am not certain at the moment. If we can dig up their shameful past,

at best they could be expelled from the palace, and at worst they could be killed..."

Therefore, Cixi pretended to be very humble and approached the four springs, using every method to learn everything about them,

attempting to find some leverage to attack them. Just as Little Li said: "Know yourself and know your enemy,

and you will win every battle." Indeed, Cixi not only discovered that Peony Spring did have a cousin and lover before entering the palace

named Gong Banlun, who was an advisor to the British businessman Thomas Wade in Shanghai, but also that during casual conversations, the four springs

openly discussed their sexual pleasures with Emperor Xianfeng. This not only made Cixi feel uncomfortable but

also aroused her long-dormant lust.

The cold, lonely bed kept Cixi awake at night. She seemed to hear Emperor Xianfeng's soft whispers and heavy breathing in her ear

… she seemed to hear her own pleasurable moans and cries… she thought of Xianfeng's thick, erect penis… she thought of Ronglu…

Unconsciously, Cixi's hand slipped inside her clothes, pinching her as Xianfeng had pinched her; it slipped between her legs,

probing like Ronglu's fingers… Then, amidst spasms and tremors, she drifted into a deep sleep. As

dawn broke, Xiao Li, as usual, went to Cixi's bedchamber to attend to her needs, preparing her clothes and awaiting her orders—

a duty of the eunuchs, and a privilege granted by Cixi. Xiao Li approached the bedside without hesitation. In the dim light,

he saw Cixi's clothes open, her full breasts standing proudly, rising and falling slightly with her breath;

her lower garment, pulled down to her knees, revealed her snow-white, smooth thighs, her pubic hair thick, and her prominent mons pubis—all laid bare before her. Upon closer

inspection, Cixi's vulva and pubic hair were not only covered in moisture, like morning dew; the sheets were also

muddy, as if a flood had just receded.

This alluring sight made even the newly castrated Xiao Li blush and feel hot and agitated, but his

penis could not stand erect, causing him to sigh inwardly: "...Fate is cruel...Fate is cruel..." One was lonely and desperately seeking

comfort; the other was in the midst of such beauty but could not have it. However, due to male nature, Xiao Li disregarded the ethics

of master and servant and reached out a trembling hand to caress the nipples on Cixi's breasts.

In the deep chambers of the palace, there were many concubines who had fallen out of favor, and some of them, unable to suppress their lustful desires, had

tempted Xiao Li to "serve" them. Firstly, those who were closest to the concubines every day, besides the palace maids

, were eunuchs; secondly, having sex with eunuchs meant there was no fear of pregnancy or trouble. Although eunuchs could not truly satisfy their vaginas

, it was absolutely safe, and better than nothing.

A series of electric-like tingling and pleasurable sensations gradually roused Empress Dowager Cixi from her erotic dream. At first, she thought it was a

dream that felt both real and unreal, but her inner desire surged rapidly, causing her to writhe and moan slightly.

When Cixi sensed something was amiss, she opened her eyes and saw Xiao Li Zi staring at her intently,

caressing her.

Cixi reacted naturally, grabbing Xiao Li Zi's hand to pull it away, but in a flash,

she suddenly reversed her grip, pressing his palm against her breast, and said softly, "Xiao Li Zi! You are so

bold, daring to be so presumptuous! Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

Xiao Li Zi, while gently massaging his hand, grinned and said, "As long as Your Majesty is happy, this servant will gladly die." Xiao Li Zi

gently squeezed Cixi's firm breasts and said, "Is this comfortable, Your Majesty?"

…Mmm…Oh…A series of pleasurable caresses made Cixi breathe heavily and moan: …Mmm…Where…did…you…learn

…mmm…so…good…at…mmm…harder…mmm…comfortable…ah ah…

Little Li Zi moved one hand away, rubbing the smooth skin, slowly moving it down to his lower abdomen.

Unable to resist the wonderful touch, he blurted out: Your Majesty’s skin is so smooth and tender, a thousand times

better …

Little Li Zi’s slip of the tongue was immediately noticed by Cixi, who was lost in her intoxication. A hypothetical thought flashed through her mind, and she

reached out to Little Li Zi’s crotch, scolding him slightly: So you haven’t been castrated…Before she finished speaking, Cixi’s hand

grasped empty air between Little Li Zi’s legs, and the excitement that was about to rise instantly plummeted into the abyss.

Little Li Zi was probably used to this kind of awkward situation. He only shrank back slightly, letting Cixi’s hand

search for his “treasure” between his legs, his face showing only a fleeting sense of inferiority and regret. Xiao Li explained: "Your

Majesty, this servant has indeed been castrated, although..." Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Although this servant lacks

what a man should have, I have ways to bring Your Majesty pleasure..." At this moment, Xiao Li's middle finger had already probed into

Cixi 's vagina

, fiddling with it. Hmm...hmm...the area Xiao Li was fiddling with was precisely where Cixi was unbearably itchy due to long-term abstinence from lust. With just a slight

touch, Cixi felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and couldn't help but twist her trembling hips, welcoming Xiao Li's

finger. In her rapid breathing, she moaned with lewd sounds: "Hmm...harder...with...hmm...deeper...ah...

again...again...hmm...yes...oh...good...hmm...

" Xiao Li's "finger-flicking skill" was indeed extraordinary. First, his middle finger "pointed straight to the center," then he added

his index finger to form a "sword gesture," and now it was three fingers "piercing through" Cixi's wet vagina, rotating within it.

Under the relentless assault, Cixi could only gasp and scream, utterly helpless

.

A torrent of fluid gushed from her vagina, wetting Li Zi's hands, soaking her entire

vulva even saturating a large area of the mattress…

Before the Anglo-French invasion of the Qing Dynasty, the Anglo-French alliance and the Qing government negotiated, but failed to reach a peace

agreement , causing Emperor Xianfeng considerable distress and annoyance.

Cixi, however, seized this opportunity to advise Xianfeng: "Your Majesty need not worry about negotiating with the Anglo-French

; you can entrust this to Gong Banlun!

" Xianfeng, bewildered, asked: "Who is Gong Banlun?"

"Oh, so Your Majesty knows nothing about it!" "Then I shouldn't have spoken out of turn…" Cixi deliberately kept quiet, teasing him.

Emperor Xianfeng, slightly annoyed, demanded: "What exactly happened? Speak!"

Gong Banlun was an advisor to the Englishman Thomas Wade, whom the English trusted greatly… He was Mudanchun's cousin…

Cixi , feigning guilt, spoke in a softer voice… "I heard that Mudanchun had a relationship with him before entering the palace…"

*Smack!* Emperor Xianfeng slammed his hand on the table, shouting furiously: "Guards…

Imprison Mudanchun… I want to question her myself…"

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