[A Step into the Past: Zhao Ni's Story] (Part 4)

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"Huff...huff..." The pain on her tongue jolted Zhao Ni awake. Her tongue throbbed
, a sweet, metallic taste filled her mouth, and she was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging stickily to her body. Tears
streamed down her burning face.
"Huff..." The erratic beating of her heart, like the pounding of war drums, continued incessantly.
(Thankfully, it was just a dream, Pinglang...) Zhao Ni was still unable to shake off the terrifying nightmare and her chaotic thoughts.
Unconsciously, she tightened her clothes, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat and panting.
Awakened from the dream, Zhao Ni was covered in sweat, her eyes still brimming with lonely tears. She gently
wiped away the tears with her slender hands, licking the blood with her tongue. Looking around, the bedroom was pitch black and deathly silent. The deep night
was filled with loneliness and desolation; only her own short, sharp gasps echoed in the vast room.
(How terrifying! Alas... why couldn't I die in my dreams?) Upon waking, Zhao Ni's thoughts returned to reality.
She... had lived for twenty-seven years. The second daughter-in-law of the Zhao She family, her maternal uncle Zhao Tian perished in the Battle of Changping
, leaving behind her sister-in-law Zhao Ya, without children; her husband Zhao Ping died in battle alongside General Li Mu in the Battle of Beiqiang
, leaving only her and her son Pan'er.
Before the Battle of Changping, most people were pessimistic about her maternal uncle's chances. Even her mother-in-law (whose father-in-law had already passed away) advised her cousin
(King Zhao) against letting her maternal uncle replace General Lian to lead the army, but her cousin insisted. Later...
after the Zhao state's defeat at Changping, because her mother-in-law had spoken out against it, her cousin spared the Zhao family from extermination and did not reclaim
the rewards and goods her maternal uncle had requested.
Seeing this, the mother-in-law dared not touch upon King Xiaocheng's wounds. Before her death, she
instructed that 60% of the harvest from the rented land be donated to the Zhao state treasury. Even so, the remaining 40% was enough to support all
the members of the Zhao family and their servants.
However, the once-great Zhao family was now left with only the eldest sister-in-law, the concubine, and Pan'er, these orphans and widows. Ya'er was restless, but
because she was her cousin Bao Jian's younger sister, no one could control her, and she spent most of her time in her own residence. So,
in reality, only the concubine and little Pan'er remained in the Zhao family. But Pan'er... (Alas! Husband... if only you were still here...)
Alone in the dead of night, in an empty room, the worries of the family stirred up again. How could Zhao Ni find peace of mind?
And when she woke up in the dead of night, her sorrowful thoughts flooded in like a torrent.
Zhao Ni gently rested her chin on her hand, recalling the days she spent with her husband. She remembered the awkwardness of their first night together, the madness of a certain night after their marriage
. Thinking of these memories, she was stunned for a long time. Though their time together was short, the lingering
memories grew more beautiful with each passing year. These memories, while filled with sweetness, also contained too much sorrow and too much longing…
The courtyard was deep and cool, and the lonely room seemed especially desolate in the darkness, making her feel even more forlorn. Zhao Ni
was deeply immersed in a sea of bitterness and depression. She thought of the night of Qixi Festival, when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl would
meet once a year on the Magpie Bridge across the Milky Way. If it rained that night, it would be their tears at their reunion… (They could still meet once a year
, but she and Pinglang were forever separated by death…)
"Sigh!" Zhao Ni sighed softly. Sometimes, on certain days, sometimes at certain nights, she would inadvertently recall past
events, reliving those heart-wrenching pains and enduring the torment of unrequited love. If this were just a dream, she wouldn't feel
sorrow and grief, but this occasional touch of deep-seated heartache left her physically and mentally exhausted. Life seemed filled
with contradictions and helplessness, yet powerless to defy fate, she could only silently accept it.
The Battle of Changping had indeed severely weakened the Zhao Kingdom, breaking the hearts of countless Zhao women and mothers, and Zhao Ni
was merely one of the unfortunate victims.
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Just when everyone thought the novice swordsman was doomed, he suddenly roared, his swordplay shifting from defense to offense.
The overwhelming force caught Lian Jin off guard, and he was quickly routed. With a deep, deafening
clang, the battle was over. The swordsman, pressing his advantage, plunged his sword (which
appeared to be made of black wood) deep into Lian Jin's chest amidst gasps of shock. Then, with his left hand gripping the dying man's
neck, he discarded the sword in his right hand and ripped out a bloody heart from the pierced chest. Right before Lian Jin's eyes, he
crushed it with all his might. And just like that, a life that had been alive just moments before vanished.
The new swordsman wiped his bloodied face from left to right, leaving four bright red streaks. He then
swept his fierce gaze across the guests, his expression savage and menacing. The boisterous cheers quickly turned to utter silence.
Those whose eyes met his were terrified by his cold, stern gaze, lowering their heads in fear, unable to meet his eyes
. The swordsman had also glanced at himself, but in his confused state, having never witnessed such cruelty,
he was momentarily at a loss for words and met the swordsman's gaze. Fortunately, the swordsman's gaze remained fixed on Zhao Mu, undoubtedly out of resentment for
the Marquis of Julu's scheme against him.
But when her eyes met his piercing gaze, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
His cold gaze, coupled with his cruel killing methods, made her feel as if she were the next
victim if he stared at her… Fortunately, to settle things, her cousin (Prince Zhao) immediately betrothed Miss Wu Tingfang to him and
appointed him as a military guard (one of the ten deputies under the commander of the Imperial Guard, responsible for protecting the monarch).
(But that gaze was truly terrifying; no wonder I had nightmares tonight. That swordsman's name seemed to be something like Xiang… No!
Don't think about him anymore…) Every time she thought of that swordsman, Zhao Ni involuntarily recalled the scene of him teasing and playing with her in her dream. Embarrassed and flustered, she
shook her head, trying to banish the unpleasant feeling from her mind.
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The autumn chill dried her sweat quickly, and the wrinkled clothes clung uncomfortably to her delicate body. Zhao Ni got out of bed and groped in the dark…
Walking to the wardrobe to change into another set of clothes,
Zhao Ni still felt that strange, tingling sensation between her legs. She slowly took off her thin clothes, revealing a pale, white glow in the dark room. Although she had given birth to Xiao Pan,
Zhao Ni's body hadn't changed. She was no longer the naive young woman she was at her wedding; now, naked, she stood tall and
graceful, her body like white jade, her delicate, fair hands, her smooth, firm breasts, her slender waist, and her long,
snow-white thighs all exquisitely beautiful.
She was in the prime of her life, a woman in full bloom, truly breathtakingly beautiful. Her vulva was lightly veiled
, white, and hairless—a natural "white tiger"—the labia tightly closed, still
damp with what seemed like morning dew, like lingering moisture from a dream, clinging to tender green leaves, alluring and captivating.
(Only her husband can touch this body…) Recalling the
dazzled look in her husband's eyes when he first saw her body by candlelight, Zhao Ni's body and mind twitched involuntarily. It was already October, and the cool autumn weather made Zhao Ni's
breasts stand out. Zhao Ni instinctively covered them with her soft hands in shame, but the touch of her smooth arms
brought a strange pleasure, a tingling and numb sensation that quickly spread throughout her body, pulling at
the strange feeling between her thighs.
In the quiet and dark room, only a faint, silky moonlight filtered in through the window. The darkness made her thoughts
and senses more acute. Zhao Ni had never experienced such a shameful feeling before, and she couldn't help but tentatively wriggle her snow-white
arms, sliding and wriggling, before boldly using her slender, jade-like fingers to gently pinch the nipples on her breasts. The movements changed from gentle
to fast, the speed of her teasing and swirling increasing, and the pleasure gradually invaded her body and mind.
Zhao Ni felt her pretty face begin to blush, her starry eyes begin to haze, and her cherry lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily. Soon, hot,
lustful fluid flowed from her petals, running down her trembling, snow-white thighs, which were covered in goosebumps from the autumn chill… After hastily
changing her clothes, Zhao Ni shyly made her way back to her bed in the dark.
In the pitch-black and silent night, Zhao Ni recalled her bold actions and felt a surge of lust. Her face flushed crimson
, and she remained silent. Zhao Ni stole glances around, her heart pounding. She couldn't resist undressing again, but an indescribable timidity
made her lie on her back by the bed, spreading her white thighs wide, while using a corner of her newly changed clothes to cover her
private parts.
(Covering them with a corner of her clothes doesn't mean she's doing *that*…) Zhao Ni tried to console herself guiltily. After all, she was born into
a noble family, and the Zhou Dynasty had many etiquette rules. Long-term female virtues and etiquette had suppressed a woman's desires, and this tacit
influence even made self-consolation feel sinful.
(Wait, what does my husband look like...) Having been a widow for nearly ten years, Zhao Ping's appearance had
become blurred in Zhao Ni's mind. Aside from a vague image in her dreams, all she could still remember was the boy's mischievous and cunning eyes.
Zhao Ni began to slowly caress and stroke through the hem of her clothes, intending to recall the memories of her tender moments with her husband.
As she stroked, a warm, sticky fluid flowed from deep within her petals, completely soaking the hem of her clothes. Even the outline of her labia
could be clearly felt. Her body became aroused again, her long, white legs stretching straighter and higher, her beautiful
toes curling and gripping tightly, pressing deeper and deeper into the damp hem of her clothes.
Zhao Ni shook her head in embarrassment, her damp hair clinging to her flushed face. She tried desperately to recall her husband's
eyes, fantasizing about his wild, reckless thrusts, and waves of uncontrollable tingling began to wash over her… Then, in the darkness,
a pair of sharp, fierce eyes gradually emerged behind the cunning look in her husband's eyes… (No! Don't think about it…)
Zhao Ni tried her best to picture her husband, desperately trying to banish that intimidating fierce glint from her mind, but behind his
gaze, those fierce eyes grew larger and larger. Gradually, her husband's cunning gaze began to erode her senses.
Images of their tender moments intertwined with the nightmare she had just experienced. Under his intense gaze, an unusual
surge of hot, lustful fluid unexpectedly welled up from the depths of her petals, the flow surprising even Zhao Ni. Her body, which had just been dry,
was once again drenched in sweat, beads of perspiration covering her alluring, bare breasts. Her breathing grew heavier, and Zhao Ni, bewildered,
tried to escape the fierce gaze and the burning, shy feeling.
(I can't take it anymore… Pinglang… Ah! Ni'er… I'm… going… to… rise…) Zhao Ni shyly suppressed
the groans of pleasure. The silence of the dark night, the intimacy of their honeymoon, the stimulation of being abused, and
the pleasure emanating from her lower body made all of Zhao Ni's senses incredibly aroused. She hadn't expected that even through her clothes, she could be stirred by such surging
lust. But at the same time, that fierce, cold gaze gradually swelled and drew closer, while the boy's cunning gaze
slowly succumbed to its power, gradually being swallowed up and submerged...
(No... Ah! No...) Lust and eeriness rose simultaneously, her fair and alluring breasts
trembling and swaying like white waves in the darkness.
Zhao Ni pursed her cherry lips, her slender hands moving faster and faster. The abnormal desire in her body and the deep guilt in her heart left her at a loss
. At this moment, she only wanted to quickly capture the fading gaze of her familiar loved one, but the terrifying fierce light had already enveloped
Zhao Ni's entire body and mind, like two ferocious dragons staring at her in the darkness, then transforming into countless
dark demonic gourds that pounced on her. This image was deeply imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind.
"Mmm..." With a muffled cry, Zhao Ni finally reached her first climax under the eerie atmosphere and shameful 　　 guilt
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