【The Dream of the Imperial City Shattered】(1-4)

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After the old emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne, and a grand enthronement ceremony was held.
After announcing to Heaven, the eighteen-year-old emperor, accompanied by his crown princess, stepped onto the highest point of the Golden Palace.
Facing the dragon throne, symbolizing the highest power, the young man's face remained calm. This throne of Heaven originally
belonged to him; his heart was undisturbed. He turned abruptly, his majestic gaze sweeping over everything before him.
Almost simultaneously, everyone present knelt down the moment he stepped onto the young man.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!"
The kneeling crowd shouted their praises, but the young man showed no interest. He gazed blankly at the blue sky and white clouds outside the palace
. Silently, he and his former crown princess, now the Empress, accepted the worship of the crowd.
Gazing at the distant heavens and earth, the young emperor secretly glanced at the Empress sitting beside him.
Today, she appeared even more captivating than usual. A phoenix silk robe, perfectly complementing the dragon motif, draped her graceful figure. While it
somewhat concealed her allure, the added air of supreme nobility far surpassed any beauty pleasing to the eyes of ordinary people
.
Beautiful and dignified, her noble and elegant demeanor proclaimed to the world that she—Shangguan Xue'er—was
a celestial princess.
But in his dictionary, "slut" and "harlot" were the best adjectives to describe her. His current
position as the supreme ruler of the Nine Martial Realms was all due to events from several years ago.
At ten, he was made crown prince; at fourteen, he married Shangguan Xue'er, three years his senior.
The girl in red robes and a flowing cloak entered his life, and their time together was beautiful
and enchanting.
Every day, a young couple, hand in hand, would appear by the small lake in the Eastern Palace.
In the reflection of the water, the boy was intimately kissing his beloved, while the girl nestled in his arms,
her eyes closed, passionately returning the kiss. After the passionate kiss came the earth-shattering vows of eternal love. This
blissful period lasted a year, until one day a year later.
Returning home early one morning, the Eastern Palace was deserted, but from his own chambers came the most primal sounds—soft
moans mixed with the roars of wild beasts.
Those soft moans were so familiar; remembering his wife's infidelity, Ziye could no longer restrain himself and
rushed in. When he reached the inner room, the entire scene unfolded before his eyes.
A naked man and woman were writhing on his bed; the man was none other than his respected father, the Emperor. He was naked,
straddling Shangguan Xue'er, thrusting his thick, ugly penis
repeatedly into the Crown Princess's delicate flower path, each powerful thrust accompanied by heavy breathing and roars.
Xue'er pursed her lips and moaned lasciviously, her slender waist, gripped by a large hand, swaying rapidly. Her snow-white
legs were clamped between the man's buttocks, kicking wildly with each thrust.
The man and woman, caught up in the frenzy of their lovemaking, were completely unaware of his arrival.
The flower in Ziye's hand shattered, turning into petals that drifted to the ground.
Remembering his crazed father and wife behind the screen, Liu Ziye slowly calmed down. In an ordinary family
, he could have easily grabbed the shameless couple and given them a good beating. But it wasn't because that man was not only
his father, but also the current emperor, holding the power of life and death over all the people.
Liu Ziye knew very well that he wasn't the first crown prince; there had been two before him. The reason
he was the crown prince now wasn't because they died young, but because they had been deposed by this madman before him.
The first deposed crown prince still lives in the cold palace in the backyard. It is said that he has gone mad, and
his mournful cries can often be heard at midnight. The second prince's fate was better; a white ribbon ended his life
, and also his painful life.
Ziye's figure disappeared beyond the screen.
The seed of darkness was thus planted in Ziye's heart. After three years of forbearance and planning, he finally sat on this
mad throne, and the power to squander all things under heaven fell into his hands.
"All of you, rise." With Ziye's voice, those who had been kneeling rose one after another, looking at the young
man on the throne. Some of them sincerely worshipped and respected him, while others despised and looked down on him.
But all of this was unimportant to Ziye. What mattered was that he, Liu Ziye, was the current emperor, a fact
that no one could change. The rise and fall of the Southern Dynasty was now in his own hands.
The grand enthronement ceremony lasted from dawn until late at night.
At this time, there were no ministers or royal relatives in the Golden Palace, only a lonely figure.
The figure in the darkness suddenly stood up, a tall, dark shadow stepping out of the Golden Palace and onto
the path leading to the Empress's Palace.
The once noble and supreme Empress lay naked in the palace.
A man, exuding the aura of a beast, ravaged her body, his thick penis like a vengeful
judgment, each entry eliciting screams of agony from the demure and noble woman.
The intercourse was devoid of love; each time he sensed the woman's wetness, the man, in the midst of his frenzied thrusting,
would ruthlessly pull it out, replacing it with a dry rag. The rag
served its purpose between the man's fingers, prying open the labia.
Liquid seeped from the red labia, absorbed clean by the once-dry rag. The love fluid flowing from the red opening
did not evoke pride in the man; instead, he frowned in utter disgust, shoving the dry rag back into the opening and stirring it.
When the vagina became dry again, midnight's penis thrust in once more.
"Ah…" Xue'er, her face contorted, looked at her husband, the Emperor.
Tears streaming down her face, her pale and pitiful appearance elicited no pity from the man
; instead, it fueled his cruelty.
When the noble empress was rendered immobile and numb, the man
climbed off her snow-white body with satisfaction.
As he withdrew his penis, not only was blood seeping from her vagina, but his own swollen penis also
had several abrasions from which red streaks oozed.
"Hmm..." The emperor frowned slightly, the excruciating pain from the cool breeze on his penis causing him to wince.
However, the smile on his lips remained as enigmatic and satisfied as ever…
because the blood seeping from the Empress's vulva was increasing, flowing all over her legs, and her face, even in her unconscious state,
showed an expression of pain.
"Haha… you bitch, you finally know that sex isn't necessarily pleasurable. Just like today, this time
will definitely be unforgettable for you… haha…"
Sharp, terrifying laughter filled the entire palace, echoing to every corner.
The naked new emperor swayed out of the magnificent palace, and the women and eunuchs outside hurriedly shouted "Long live the Emperor! Long
live the Emperor!"
and then knelt on the ground, waiting for the emperor to pass by with his head held high.
He woke up early in the morning, because today was his first morning court session, and he couldn't be late.
After receiving the homage of the crowd, the emperor, sitting high in the Golden Palace, looked at the empty seat beside him, and an indescribable
pleasure welled up in his heart. Needless to say, Shangguan Xue'er must have been unable to get out of bed after his great virility last night,
otherwise she wouldn't have been seen at the morning court session.
"Your Majesty, according to our scouts, General Gao Huan of the Northern Dynasty is leading an army of 300,000 southwards."
Upon hearing this news, the officials in the hall were horrified. They recalled Gao Huan, a man of unparalleled literary and military prowess
, now launching a massive invasion while the new emperor of the Southern Dynasty was ascending the throne. His regime was on the verge of collapse.
A flurry of discussion erupted in the Golden Palace, everyone filled with anxiety.
"Haha..." The young emperor laughed instead of being alarmed, a move that greatly surprised the ministers. Some even wondered
if the emperor had been driven mad by the news.
Liu Ziye suddenly stood up, and the officials, seeing their emperor rise, immediately knelt on the ground.
"My ministers, do not panic. You all know who Gao Huan is, don't you? His wolfish ambitions are known to all
. The Bo Hong clan hates him to the bone. If he leads his army to invade our Song borders, what will become of his rear?"
Hearing this, the ministers were greatly relieved and shouted in unison, "Long live the Emperor!"
After calming everyone down, Ziye waved goodbye and dismissed the court.
Many felt fortunate for the emperor's wisdom, while others harbored resentment. One such person was
the Grand Councilor who had reported the news, also the emperor's uncle, Liu Che. At that moment, Liu Che was punching a sweet osmanthus tree.
Bright red liquid flowed from his fist. Ziye had seen through his plan; he had underestimated Liu Che
's wisdom. He couldn't afford to make another mistake in his future power grab.
After court, Ziye had nothing to do. He used to spend his evenings playing with Shangguan Xue'er; those
days were so fulfilling and joyful. Now, seeing that vile woman was impossible.
Where should he go? Just as he was racking his brains, a sharp scream rang out, and a man roared:
"I am the emperor! Kneel before me!"
How dare someone address me as "I" in broad daylight! Thinking this, Ziye quickly ordered his carriage to stop.
After alighting from the sedan chair, the eunuch Li Hou asked, "Go and investigate who dares to call himself 'I, the Emperor'?"
Having received the decree, Li Hou showed no intention of investigating, which puzzled Liu Ziye. Could this old fool dare to disobey orders
? Just as he was about to erupt in anger, Li Hou knelt and reported, "Your Majesty, there's no need to investigate this person. I already know
who it is."
"Who?"
"The former Crown Prince, Liu Zicong."
"That madman?" Seeing that His Majesty had already remembered, Li Hou quickly replied, "That's right, so Your Majesty doesn't need
to investigate, nor do you need to pay him any attention. He's just a madman!"
"Hmph, even a madman can't be so rebellious. Guards, proceed to the former Crown Prince's palace."
Having received the imperial decree, everyone headed towards the former Crown Prince's cold palace.
Upon the Emperor's arrival, everyone in the cold palace came out to greet him, kneeling in unison.
"Your Majesty, the former Crown Prince is a madman, you don't need to…" Before he could finish persuading him, Liu Ziye impatiently raised
his arm and glared at him fiercely.
Li Hou saw dissatisfaction and murderous intent in that look. Having lived in the palace for many years, he wasn't foolish enough to risk
his life for a stranger, so he remained silent.
Upon entering the courtyard, Liu Ziye saw the former crown prince, his half-brother, bound by iron chains.
His mouth was gagged, and a woman of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight stood beside him,
holding an empty bowl—apparently, she had fed the madman.
The eunuch Li Hou, seeing this, shouted in a shrill voice, "Bold woman, you dare not kneel before the emperor!"
The woman immediately knelt, saying, "I am Liu Zicong's wife, I kowtow to Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live ten thousand years
!"
The woman was somewhat beautiful, but he was more concerned with her identity.
"Lady Zicong, that madman's wife. Father's eldest daughter-in-law!" Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at her a few more
times. She knelt with her head bowed, her delicate body trembling slightly from her domineering presence.
"Haha..." This was the former Crown Princess, once incomparably noble, but because of that old lecher,
she had fallen to such a state. She could only blame... Upon seeing those full, luscious breasts, Ziye immediately understood.
"Oh... Madam Zicong, then I should address you as Crown Princess." After a few polite words, Liu Ziye stepped forward
, finding a good spot to get a clear view of those half-naked breasts.
Li Hou, kneeling behind, also gleaned something from the direction of His Majesty's gaze, and tactfully withdrew from the courtyard
, leaving Liu Ziye and the Zicong couple inside.
"Your Majesty, this servant dares not!"
Seeing his submissive demeanor, Liu Ziye wasn't satisfied. She walked a few steps to Zicong, who was biting a gag, and said with crocodile tears
, "Brother, who gagged you? Who tied you up?" She then
removed the gag from his mouth.
After Liu Zicong spat out the cloth, the first thing he did was shout, "Kneel before me! I am the Emperor
!"
Ziye naturally roared back, "How dare you!" and drew his sword as if to kill him.
The woman kneeling on the ground rushed over, grabbing Liu Ziye's leg and pleading, "Your Majesty, my husband is an idiot! Please
don't kill him!"
With her embrace, her soft, cotton-like breasts pressed against his thigh. Ziye felt so comfortable he almost cried out.
He emerged, then deliberately feigned raising his sword to kill. Lady Cong, believing him, quickly stood up and grabbed
the man's elbow.
The scene was incredibly erotic; the woman was half-lying on him, her soft, watery body pressed so realistically
against him, rubbing against him with the movement of his elbow.
The ruthless emperor's large member erected, and Lady Cong felt it too. As a
married woman, how could she not know what that hot, throbbing object on her thigh was? Realizing what it was, her pretty
face flushed red, her tightly gripping hand loosened, and she naturally moved away.
Liu Ziye, looking at the woman's shy appearance, that blush only fueled his lust, and he
repeated his old trick, raising his sword and shouting, "You audacious traitor, I will kill you!" He again made the killing motion
.
Seeing the emperor's feigned murderous act, how could the intelligent woman not understand? So she
ignored Liu Ziye's clamor, and slowly walked over, picked up the rag that had fallen to the ground, and gagged her husband
.
After sealing his mouth, Lady Cong knelt on the ground and said softly, "Your Majesty, my husband is already
mentally impaired. Any treasonous words he uttered were unintentional. I beg Your Majesty to consider our brotherly bond, or perhaps show compassion for his
situation, and to spare him."
The more inferior she was, the more her beauty shone through; there was no hypocrisy or affectation. Liu Ziye's possessiveness
intensified. He grabbed the woman's soft arm with one hand, and with his astonishing strength, she was easily pulled into
his embrace. Then he held her slender waist with the other.
After being forcibly embraced, Lady Cong blushed and quickly pushed him away, whispering, "Your Majesty, please let go
."
"No, I'll take you today!"
The blatant, domineering demand turned the woman's blush of shyness into a panicked deathly pale. "Your Majesty
, please have some self-respect! I am but a withered flower, I cannot…!"
Zi Ye's arms tightened around her, and the woman's brows furrowed. Completely absorbed in the pleasure of physical intimacy , the man paid no attention to her words, but rather found her dialogue irritating 　　. He shamelessly replied
while rubbing the woman in his arms , "What withered flower, what brother, what woman? I am the emperor, I am the master of all things. 　　 I want you now, I will have you!" With that, he tightened his grip on his sword, and 　　a bloody welt appeared on the face of the woman who was staring blankly at Liu Zi Cong. 　　 "Ah…!" Seeing the bloodstain on her husband's face, the woman cried out in distress, intending to question Liu Zi Ye 　　. 　　 But the cold, indifferent voice plunged her back into hell. 　　 "I'm already tired of your nagging... If you keep nagging, this sword won't just leave a scar on your husband's face, it will 　　tear his neck off." 　　 The demon's voice reminded her of another demon from years ago, the one who had raped her right in front of her husband! 　　 "Ugh..." The man's mouth bit her pale lips, biting hard until a trickle of blood stained her pale 　　lips a vibrant red, before shifting his attention to her pearly teeth, his merciless tongue sweeping through her tender mouth 　　. 　　 With a clang, the sword fell to the ground, and its wielder began to ravage her soft breasts, squeezing them forcefully 　　, each squeeze causing the woman in his arms to tremble and moan! 　　 The woman, forced to submit under the threat of death, would 　　gradually calm down no matter how the man on top of her manipulated her sensitive areas, thanks to the eyes of the man bound by iron chains. 　　 His mouth suckled at the soft nipple, while his hand, which had been caressing her buttocks, moved along her cleft to her sacred place, 　　his fingers relentlessly digging into her delicate flower path, gently stroking and slowly rotating. 　　 His sucking mouth stiffened, and his fingers, teasing her entrance, grew numb, yet the nipple 　　remained soft, and her passage remained dry. 　　 Why? When he saw the look in her eyes as she looked behind him, he understood. 　　 The madman stopped his silly laughter, his clear eyes meeting his wife's, a gaze so sincere that it made her 　　suppress her physical instincts and restrain her desires. 　　 "Hmph..." Liu Ziye tossed the woman in his arms to the ground, flipped her over, and with 　　a tearing sound, her white palace dress transformed into snowflakes, fluttering in the sky. 　　 "Zicong!" As the woman called out to her lover, Liu Ziye's enormous penis thrust into her from behind 　　. There was no scream of pain, for she held onto her conviction, for her husband was with her. She recalled that 　　day when her wicked father-in-law had thrown her onto the bed, and she had bravely stood up to fight him. 　　 After a few thrusts, Liu Ziye felt no lubrication. No matter how hard he thrust, the woman beneath him 　　didn't cry out in pain; even her expression was so relaxed and at ease. 　　 And that madman was watching him rape his wife so quietly, his damned expression exactly like hers 　　. Thinking of this, Liu Ziye turned the woman's body around, so that she faced her husband. 　　 After adjusting the position, Liu Ziye held the woman's legs in his palms, lifting her thighs, and her soft 　　buttocks rose with them. Her vulva, which had been holding his penis, released its erect shaft, and her pale pink labia 　　moved with each thrust. This lewd scene should have made the woman ashamed and the man suffer! 　　 Everything was beyond his expectations. The woman remained calm, except for her bouncing breasts, her 　　buttocks deformed by movement, and her posture—everything else was as usual. 　　 "Hmph..." The more this happened, the more it fueled Liu Ziye's madness. He picked up the sword from the ground with one hand, 　　and lifted the woman's body with the other, his penis still inside her. 　　 As the man stood up, the eyes that had been meeting her husband's suddenly turned to look at the man with a deathly expression. His facial 　　muscles twitched, and then a cracking sound of bones breaking rang out. 　　 A bang went through her mind. She was stunned. The white-haired man with beautiful hair turned his head sharply. Before her was no longer the complete person Zi Cong , but only a headless torso bleeding from blood, and his master had rolled on the ground. 　　 "No..." The shrill scream could move anyone with flesh and blood. Everyone outside the courtyard, except for the old eunuch Li Hou, 　　cried out.

Besides, almost everyone wore a sorrowful expression. Even the delicate and sensitive palace maids shed tears. Although
they didn't know what had happened inside, that one "no" was enough to explain everything.
"Haha..." The man, laughing wildly, saw the woman's tears, and his penis, inserted into her soft flesh
, grew even thicker. His body tensed and felt even more comfortable as his large penis thrust in and out of her dry vagina with pleasure.
After her husband's death, having lost her spiritual support, she was gradually guided by the huge rod that was thrusting deep into her uterus.
Heartache, physical pain, vaginal pain... swelling and numbness!
All her instincts were revived because of her husband's death. The tingling and numbness of the penis entering and exiting, the humiliation of being violated,
all surged up together, followed by her instinctive cries and moans.
Finally, the man comfortably inserted his penis into the deepest part of the woman's body, pressing tightly against her flower core.
Hot semen began to gush out, the life-giving water washing away the woman's pain.
As the thick fluid filled her womb, her cries of agony turned into inexplicable moans.
Orgasm… The woman's uterus also began to gush, mingling with the life-giving water.
Feeling the woman's orgasm, Liu Ziye was finally satisfied. He picked her up and tried to kiss her face
, but she dodged and refused. However, this was much better than her previous ecstatic expression.
Still thrusting his penis inside her, he roared, "Li Hou!"
"Your servant is here." Responding to his master's voice, Li Hou scrambled in,
the first thing he saw being the blood-soaked floor and the bloodied head.
He was used to such things, so he wasn't alarmed.
"I'll stay here tonight. Have someone clean this place and prepare some good wine and food."
Hearing the imperial decree, Li Hou quickly replied, "Yes!" and knelt as he withdrew.
After instructing Li Hou and the others to leave, Liu Ziye took the woman in his arms to the inner room and began to 　　 caress 　　and 　　 cuddle 　　 her 　　 . 　　( 　　II
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... Cool liquid clung to her groin, remnants of the tyrant's revelry—a 　　symbol of shame! 　　 She wanted to get up and wash away the filth, but her limp body refused to move. The morning breeze 　　chilled her, so she pulled the folded blanket beside her to cover her naked 　　body. Once the cold subsided, weariness washed over her, and she drifted peacefully into sleep. 　　 After returning from court, Liu Ziye instructed Li Hou to deliver an imperial edict, bestowing upon the former Crown Princess the title of Consort Hui and ordering her to move into the inner palace. 　　 Shortly after noon, as Liu Ziye was reviewing memorials, a woman's clamor arose outside, followed by the intrusion of 　　a voluptuous woman around forty years old. 　　 Liu Ziye was displeased by her abrupt arrival; his brow furrowed, and his face turned as cold as frost. 　　 The heavily made-up woman, oblivious to the emperor's current state, continued to berate the eunuch who had followed her in, saying 　　, "Blind fool, don't you know I'm His Majesty's aunt?" After scolding the eunuch, the woman turned around, 　　her arrogant demeanor instantly transforming into a friendly smile. 　　 The eunuch behind her, unlike the woman, wasn't oblivious to his own fate and immediately knelt, saying, "Your Majesty, this servant..." 　　 From the woman's domineering manner, Liu Ziye could tell the eunuch was powerless to stop her, so he waved his hand coldly and 　　said, "None of your business, go." Then he picked up a memorial and continued reading. 　　 Seeing that the emperor didn't seem to blame him after the eunuch left, he took advantage of his age and addressed the emperor by his childhood name: 　　"Ziye, your aunt was originally going to visit your mother. I stopped by the Imperial Study to see you." 　　 "Hmm." " 　　 Your aunt has something she'd like to ask for your help with today!" 　　 "Oh." 　　 "It's about my good-for-nothing son; I want you to get him an official position." 　　 Hearing this, Ziye understood. She had come to ask for an official position for her cousin. 　　 "Auntie, what official position do you want me to appoint him to?" 　　 Hearing the Emperor address her as "Auntie," Dugu Zihong was overjoyed, thinking her son's official position was likely. So she 　　said, "If Your Majesty is willing, a first or second rank 　　 would be fine." Liu Ziye thought to himself: Goodness, quite the appetite! Asking for a first-rank official right off the bat. Her 　　insatiable expression further displeased him, but he deliberately wanted to tease this arrogant aunt. 　　 "Only a first-rank official!" 　　 "What, only a first-rank official?" Judging from the Emperor's tone, it seemed the rank was too low. Thinking this, she quickly changed her mind: 　　"Your Majesty, forget the first-rank, make her a king!" She blurted it out, but remembering that only royalty could be granted the title of king, 　　and knowing a bit of etiquette, she immediately corrected herself: "If making her a king isn't enough, then make her a marquis!" 　　 She had overestimated her status in the Emperor's eyes. If she weren't her mother's older sister, 　　her head would probably already be hanging at the Meridian Gate! 　　 "Alright, a marquisate it is. What name should we give her?" At this, Liu Ziye stood up, pretending to be 　　deep in thought, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. 　　 The woman, barely alive, sat unceremoniously on the Emperor's dragon bed, staring longingly at 　　the swaying Emperor before her, her mouth practically watering at the thought of her son's impending marquisate. 　　 Suddenly, Liu Ziye turned around, and Dugu Zihong's eyes lit up. It was time for the name to be announced. 　　 "Let's bestow upon him the title of Marquis of Beheading and Execution of His Entire Family." 　　 Before he could even hear clearly, Dugu Zihong exclaimed in praise, "Your Majesty is wise! What a long name. Beheading..."

When she read this, she suddenly realized. She quickly glanced at Liu Ziye's expression; it wasn't a joke at all. His
face was incredibly ugly, which terrified her so much that she scrambled to her knees, begging for forgiveness from the Emperor. Her head kowtowed
repeatedly.
"Hmph..." After a cold snort, Ziye sat back on the dragon bed.
"Your Majesty, this foolish woman is ignorant!..." she begged incessantly, though her appearance was quite amusing. Playful,
Ziye stuck his toes into the woman's mouth.
"Ugh..." Finally, silence fell.
Looking at his aunt, who was holding his foot in her mouth, wanting to spit it out but not daring to, wanting to bite but not daring to, caught in a dilemma, Liu Ziye
chuckled.
"Auntie, lick it with your tongue. If I feel comfortable, I'll spare your life and spare my cousin's."
Hearing this, to save her life, Dugu Zihong disregarded the filth of her toes and carefully sucked on them
, her tongue curling around her big toe.
"Oh..." The comfortable feeling made Ziye exhale involuntarily, and the way the woman was sucking his toes
was just like sucking a penis. Thinking of this, his eyes burned, and his penis became erect.
Driven by lust, he began to find outlets on the woman's body. Noticing his aunt's half-exposed breasts, he
lifted his other leg and stretched it into her cleavage, enjoying the foot massage from her snow-white breasts.
The emperor's actions startled Dugu Zihong, who spat out her smelly foot and cried out, "Ah... Your Majesty..."
At the same time, Liu Ziye bent down, grabbed her bra, and flung her away. With a thud, the woman's body
was lifted into the air and landed on the bed with a "thud." Dugu Zihong cried
out in pain, "Ouch, my god!" Before she could even cry out a few times, a cold light appeared. Ziye drew the sword hanging on the wall and pointed its
sharp edge at his aunt's neck.
A chilling cold air traveled from her delicate neck to her senses, and Dugu Zihong's eyes immediately welled up with tears. However, even
facing death, she didn't know what she had done wrong. Just as she was about to speak, Liu Ziye coldly said, "Auntie
, you talk too much. I hate talkative people." Hearing this, and understanding the reason for the Holy Wrath, Dugu Zihong
obediently shut her mouth and listened to Ziye's words.
Seeing the woman nod to indicate that she understood his meaning, Liu Ziye also sheathed his sword.
With the threat on her neck gone, the woman lying on the bed was about to get up, but Liu Ziye pressed down on her shoulders
and pushed her back onto the bed.
"Your Majesty..." The woman, somewhat confused, was about to ask when she remembered her earlier words and stopped herself.
Liu Ziye praised her for this: "Good, that's it. You can only obey my orders, don't ask questions!" His other
large hand was already moving on the woman's chest. His large hand brazenly squeezed her breasts, feeling the changes in them, feeling
her trembling with fear.
Sensing her nephew's intentions, the woman dared not protest.
The man's large hand, no longer satisfied with the pleasure from her breasts, slowly moved downwards, until it reached
her most intimate area. His fingers mercilessly
covered her full vulva, beginning to knead it. The woman's proud virginity, her gate of fertility, now being fondled by another large hand,
overwhelmed her with shame. Faced with the imminent loss of her chastity, and powerless to do anything about it, she could only close
her eyes and wait and endure this torment.
"Take off your clothes." Even after these words, the aunt remained still. Ziye swung his hand, and a sharp
crack echoed across her cheek, bringing her back to her senses. Then, every word the man spoke reached her
ears.
"Take off all your clothes, completely naked!..."
Although she was his elder, his status was that of the emperor. How could a weak woman possibly contend with him?
Upon hearing this, Dugu Zihong could only obediently remove her clothes. Facing the man with bloodshot eyes, the noisy and shrewish
woman lowered her head shyly, trying to cover her private parts with her hands.
"Take your hands away!..." Under the merciless voice, the woman could only remove her hands from her breasts.
"Lie down, pull your legs back, and turn your buttocks outwards." Only
when the woman, as he instructed, exposed her snow-white buttocks and her vulva, glistening with vaginal fluid, did the man stop, satisfied.
After observing carefully for a while, Liu Ziye picked up a brush and began to stroke the woman's petals
. The itchy sensation caused the woman's body and petals to tremble slightly. After a few strokes, the mature, brownish-red labia and the bright
red opening were stained black with ink.
Looking at his masterpiece, Liu Ziye smiled with satisfaction. His lust burned even more intensely, so intensely that
he had the urge to pounce on her and have his way with her. But when he thought of how much older this woman was than him, and that she was his own
aunt, the burning desire intensified... The word "incest" raged in his mind. No, raping her was
n't enough... Thinking of this, he remembered someone, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
The love juice deep within the woman's flower path flowed out with the brushstrokes, mixing with the black ink and
dripping onto the emperor's dragon bed, filling the entire study with a feminine stench. Dugu Zihong's face
turned bright red with shame.
Just as she was feeling embarrassed and angry, everything went black. She couldn't see anything outside, but she could hear a man's voice.
"Aunt, I'm going out for a while. Don't move around." Hearing the instruction, the woman nodded repeatedly.
"Also, don't take off what's on your face, or I won't be polite!" Leaving behind these harsh words, Ziye
stepped out of the study.
After leaving the study, Ziye ordered someone to summon his aunt's son to the palace.
After a short wait, his cousin Zhao Hu arrived at the study door. Upon seeing Ziye, he immediately knelt down, "This humble servant Zhao Hu
greets Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"
Liu Ziye waved his hand, saying, "Zhao Hu, forget the formalities, rise quickly, I have something to ask you."
Zhao Hu immediately stood up.
"I heard you intend to serve the court, and have come to confirm it!"
Hearing this, Zhao Hu thought it must be his mother's recommendation, and imagining his future success, he quickly
knelt down again, loyally saying, "Your Majesty, this humble servant indeed has the desire to serve the court and Your Majesty. For Your Majesty, I
would go through fire and water, even unto death."
Liu Ziye smiled slightly upon hearing Zhao Hu's oath. "Zhao Hu, I don't appoint people based on personal relationships or friendships, nor do I necessarily
need highly capable individuals. What I need are loyal dogs."
Eager for officialdom, Zhao Hu immediately replied, "I am willing to be Your Majesty's most loyal dog!"
"Very good, but how can I know your loyalty?"
"I am willing to lay bare my heart and lungs; what Your Majesty will see is a bright red, utterly loyal heart!"
"Haha... no need for heart-laying. Just enter this room and sleep with the woman inside, and a first-rank official position will
be yours!"
Hearing the emperor's bizarre words, Zhao Hu, somewhat incredulous, stood there hesitantly, dumbfounded.
"Would I lie to you? You don't even have this much courage, what right do you have to assist me!"
The Emperor's slightly displeased tone immediately solidified Zhao Hu's resolve. He strode towards the study, and just as he reached the door
and was about to push it open, the authoritative voice rang out again: "The woman inside is named Dugu Zihong!"
"My mother's name." The familiar name immediately made Zhao Hu stop outside the study door.
"Now you have two choices. One is to go in naked, and then... haha, I won't say more
. The other is to go in fully clothed, and you can take the woman home. However, from now on, you must leave the capital
and be a commoner forever."
After saying this, Liu Ziye watched Zhao Hu's back, wanting to see how this man would choose his path.
The man took a difficult step forward, then two. Liu Ziye was greatly disappointed; it seemed this kid
's greed was less than his ethics.
Just as he was feeling disappointed, Zhao Hu reached the point where he could push the door open. At this critical moment,
the person at the door quickly stripped off his clothes, and instantly, a well-built, naked male appeared before Ziye.
"Interesting!" Seeing Greed triumph, Ziye played the seed of temptation again. "Zhao Hu, if you
remove the cloth covering her face when you have sex with her, I will bestow upon you the title of Marquis."
The naked man didn't answer, but mechanically pushed open the door.
With each step as if carrying the weight of ten thousand pounds, Zhao Hu laboriously walked towards the emperor's bedchamber. Before him lay a woman's naked body
, her legs spread lasciviously, black semen flowing between her rounded thighs. The
wet brush near her buttocks solved the mystery in his mind.
Although the woman's face was covered, he already knew who she was.
She was his mother, Dugu Zihong, the woman who gave him birth, raised him, loved him, and cherished him. In his heart, she was so noble
and great, yet now she appeared before him in such a state.
Thinking of his bright future, gazing at that alluring genitalia, Zhao Hu's penis rose. He lunged forward,
pressing his head against that mysterious place, intently observing the woman's sacred sanctuary.
The pungent, musky odor and the half-open labia tempted Zhao Hu to reach out and touch it with his fingers. The moment he touched it
, a cool, viscous liquid soaked his fingers.
The inky black liquid exuded irresistible allure and charm, for it was from his mother's womb,
holy water. Thinking this, he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked. At that moment, the woman on the bed slightly turned her body
, and then her soft, even breathing told him she was asleep.
Her exposed breasts, though no longer as erect, were still soft and pure. Zhao Hu grasped them with both hands,
repeatedly contracting his palms, using every muscle in his hands to feel the breasts he had cherished since childhood.
Recalling his childhood, remembering his mother's kind face, his erect penis slowly shrank back;
he wanted to give up! Just then, his father's merciless face appeared.
"Useless beast, you'll never amount to anything in your life!" And his eldest uncle, the highest-ranking official in the family
, always looked at him with arrogance and disdain…
No! The thought of giving up, of his life being a failure, of being ridiculed and scorned by his family and the public
, of the terrible mockery, drove Zhao Hu mad. He gripped his penis tightly with both hands and began to masturbate violently, but
all his efforts were in vain; his penis remained semi-erect.
Time didn't allow him to hesitate any longer. He climbed onto the dragon bed, lifted the woman's thighs, and hung them around his neck. Then,
he pressed his semi-erect penis against her dark, stained labia, and, guided by his hands, parted the thick, juicy labia, pressing it against
the moist opening, rubbing it there.
Soon, the thick, fleshy lips bit down on the semi-erect penis, sucking on the soft glans. The boundless magnetic force and
eroticism washed over Zhao Hu's tense mind. The limp penis regained its vitality, growing
strong between the mother's fleshy lips. Soon, the penis straightened, no longer dangling between her legs.
Instead, the hot glans was directly facing the moist vagina. Taking advantage of this reborn state, Zhao Hu inserted his penis.
The moist passage easily welcomed its arrival, swallowing it
deep into the vagina in the blink of an eye. With his
penis enveloped, Zhao Hu comfortably straightened his back and began to thrust his lower body. His large, blackened
penis began to pump rhythmically.
At this moment, the sleeping woman also woke up with the intrusion. The penis rotating inside her was so real, thick
and hard, and the burning heat made her moan!
His mother's buttocks swayed incessantly beneath him, each twist
revealing her reddish-brown labia, now washed clean by her vaginal fluids. A muffled "Oh..." followed, the intense pleasure driving Zhao Hu to want to see his mother's expression
.
Unsatisfied with his mother's wanton compliance, and intoxicated by the allure of a title, Zhao Hu ruthlessly
pulled away the covering. The woman, who had thought she was being manipulated by an emperor, gradually saw
the true face of the man who was holding her waist and thrusting his penis into her.
"Ah... Tiger!..." These few words elicited extreme pleasure from Liu Ziye outside the door,
causing him to ejaculate, his hot semen spraying onto the study wall.
The woman in the inner room began to push against the man's body, shifting her buttocks in an attempt to expel the sinful penis
, but all her efforts were in vain. The man's powerful body controlled her soft torso, his penis
moving in and out of her mature vagina with lewd, splashing sounds.
The painless sex quickly calmed her down.
Why was Zhao Hu the man who raped her? Why?
Behind these questions, Dugu Zihong accepted Zhao Hu's rape, while simultaneously listening to the heavy
breathing outside the window—the excited breathing of a man, the perverse, bestial sucking of a tyrant!
She looked at her son, her forehead covered in sweat, and her soft hand reached out to touch his cheek.
Sensing the tenderness of motherhood, Zhao Hu looked down at his mother. He saw her stroking his face; on that
familiar face, the muscles contorted from the force of the thrust, her eyebrows arched, then her eyes closed, her lips curled into a
lewd "Mmm..." before she began to move her legs in response.
With his mother's loud moans, Zhao Hu roared as he fucked her, "Mommy... Mommy!"
Under his mother's watchful eyes, Zhao Hu finally completed the rape, reaching his sexual climax.
After a tremor, mother and son embraced tightly, the man's penis deeply inserted into her uterus, ejaculating
semen. After receiving the hot semen, the woman gripped the man's back with both hands, her lower body pressed tightly together,
moving even more forcefully.
After this epic battle, Liu Ziye burst in. He pounced on his aunt, thrusting his penis
into her semen-filled vagina, pounding and pumping wildly.
Zhao Hu, rolling to the side, not only showed no shame in defiling his mother, but also loudly cheered Liu Ziye on.
After an afternoon of lewd play, in the evening, Liu Ziye led his aunt and son to see his mother, the Empress Dowager.
When the Empress Dowager learned that her nephew had been granted the title of Marquis of Filial Piety by her son, she was greatly pleased, praising her son for doing
the right thing!
After some warm greetings, Zhao Hu and his mother left the palace.
On the way home, Zhao Hu didn't forget to show his filial piety to his mother, holding her on his lap, lifting her skirt,
and inserting his penis inside, leaving it to soak inside. The rest was up to the sedan chair bearers.
With the rise and fall of the sedan chair, his penis moved comfortably in and out of her wanton vagina. The title of
Marquis of Filial Piety was indeed legitimate.
The next morning at court, Zhao Hu entered to meet the Emperor, bearing the title of Marquis of Filial Piety.
Many nobles and princes were bewildered by this newly appointed marquisate. Among them, the tenth prince, Liu Ziyuan, indignantly petitioned,
"Your Majesty, Zhao Hu has not rendered any service; how can he be granted a marquisate?"
Since one had spoken out, several other princes followed suit.
Seeing this, Zhao Hu secretly resented it, but could only endure it, praying to Heaven that the Emperor would not be
pressured by these princes and that he would not be ruined after only one day as a marquis.
Heaven indeed heard his prayer. Liu Ziyuan coldly rose and walked down the steps.
The officials who had been standing immediately knelt and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"
Liu Ziyuan slowly walked to the side of his tenth brother, Liu Ziyuan.
"Brother, may I ask, who is the Emperor, you or me?"
These words struck Ziyuan like a thunderbolt. Kneeling, he replied in a pitiful voice, "Your Majesty, that's not
what I meant. I was merely stating the facts."
"Hmph! Principles! Are you implying I'm wrong?"
"I dare not!"
Seeing Ziyuan's trembling silence, Zhao Hu secretly rejoiced, praising the Emperor's wisdom.
"I am the Son of Heaven. I can appoint whomever I wish, kill whomever I wish..." A sudden, sharp sound rang out. "Who!"
Ziye finished speaking, and Ziyuan collapsed into a pool of blood, his wide-open eyes seemingly unable to believe
that such a single sentence had caused him to die with such disbelief.
Ziyuan's death silenced the entire hall. Liu Ziye's slow steps, however, shook the hearts of everyone present
. Wherever he passed, the kneeling ministers trembled, cold sweat pouring down their backs.
After returning to his throne, Ziye indifferently surveyed the crowd in the hall. A few bold individuals,
unable to bear the prolonged silence, couldn't help but raise their heads, only to quickly lower them again upon catching the gaze of the surveying crowd.
"Is there anyone still unclear about the matter of the Marquis of Filial Piety?" The voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the hall could hear it. At this
moment, who dared to say they didn't understand? Ziyuan's corpse lay there.
"Since everyone has no objections, I hereby announce the conferment of the title of Marquis of Filial Piety upon Zhao Hu. Furthermore, Ziyuan said he had not rendered any merit
; I will give him the opportunity to do so. Zhao Hu…"
Following the emperor's instructions, Li Hou shouted loudly, "Zhao Hu, step forward to receive the decree!"
Hearing the announcement, Zhao Hu, remembering the emperor's support, walked proudly to the front of the hall, performed the three kowtows and nine kneelings, and then
knelt to receive the decree.
According to the emperor's will, Li Hou stated, "The Tenth Prince, Ziyuan, disrespected his superiors. He was audacious and reckless, and
has now been executed by me. However, his remnants remain after his death. Therefore, I hereby order Marquis of Filial Piety, Zhao Hu, to lead the Imperial Guards to search and confiscate Ziyuan's residence. This is an imperial decree."
After hearing the announcement, Zhao Hu thanked the emperor and accepted the decree, leading three thousand Imperial Guards to Ziyuan's residence.
Looking at the chaotic and disorganized Prince's mansion, Zhao Hu felt a surge of satisfaction. This was the consequence of offending him.
After a thorough search, the vast mansion was completely empty. Chests full of jewels were taken home by Zhao Hu, while the strong
men, the elderly, and children were all escorted to the Meridian Gate. As for the women, those with even a modicum of beauty were separately bound and taken to the palace
. The princess, naturally, was exceptionally beautiful and thus escaped death.
With three cannon shots, Zhao Hu flicked his token, and large heads rolled to the ground.
"Your Majesty, the prisoners have all been brought before you!"
Looking at the bound women, Zi Ye nodded in satisfaction.
"Your Majesty, the mission is complete. I shall take my leave!" Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; Zhao Hu understood this principle
well. He wanted to leave after completing his task, but the emperor wouldn't allow him to go.
"Zhao Hu, you stay here and play with me for a while. Also, those women are all disheveled; I can't even recognize the princess
. Remember!"
"Your Majesty, that tall woman is it." Following Zhao Hu's direction, Liu Ziye finally noticed the woman.
Although her clothes were tattered, her noble air was undeniable.
"Given their condition, did you already do it?"
Hearing this, Zhao Hu immediately knelt down and protested, "Your Majesty, I absolutely did not do it! I swear on my life!"
"Alright, alright, if you didn't do it, you didn't do it. Why swear? You're my woman; whatever you do, I won't
blame you." With that, he walked straight to the group of women.
Watching the emperor's retreating figure, Zhao Hu suddenly wiped the sweat from his brow. He wondered if he should even keep his official position.
Even if they didn't die, they wouldn't live long if things continued like this.
When the Emperor arrived, all the bound women knelt down. Princess Ziyuan was no exception
. After paying their respects, no one dared to stand up without the Emperor's permission.
Liu Ziye walked to the Princess's side, his hand stroking her disheveled hair. The woman
trembled slightly at the touch. Her trembling skin was so soft, yet taut.
Ziye's hand roamed over her delicate skin. Faced with her husband's killer, the weak woman didn't
resist, but submitted.
Even as the Princess tried to maintain her dignity, Ziye didn't let her go. His aggressive words rang out: "Princess,
I killed your husband. He died a terrible, terrible death. And now I'm going to have sex with you, on the very day your husband died
." His vicious words told the woman, who was trying to numb her senses, how tragically her beloved husband had died.
"Ugh..." Unable to contain her heartache, the woman's tears flowed. She could shamelessly lie
beneath this man, shamelessly be penetrated and played with by a penis other than her husband's, but she couldn't forget him, hence
the endless tears.
"Hmph..." Ziye grabbed the woman's hair, forcefully twisting it in front of him, his face contorted with rage
as he looked at the woman who winced in pain from his scalp. He sneered coldly, "Cry... cry for your dead husband,
I'm going to fuck you soon!" With that, he pressed her head down, making her soft face rub against his bulging crotch
.
After a few rubs, Ziye pulled out his penis and shoved it into the woman's mouth.
Although the woman didn't want to take it in, she didn't dare move her head away. The scarlet glans flicked back and forth in the corner of her mouth a few
times, but still wasn't taken in. Liu Ziye didn't react to this, instead pressing the woman to the ground and
tearing at her clothes.
As the tattered clothes crumbled into shreds, the woman's fair body was revealed.
So white! Even Zhao Hu, standing nearby, swallowed hard.
After pinning the princess to the ground, Ziye lifted one of the woman's snow-white thighs and bit it, while simultaneously
inserting his penis into her vagina, folded by the position, and began to fuck her.
With each thrust, the woman silently endured. What is shame? It's not more precious than life.
What is love? It's not more meaningful than living. Women of this era are merely playthings for men; rather than lamenting
the unfairness of fate, it's better to seize the future.
Resigned to her fate, the woman forgot her husband's appearance, gradually sinking into the sea of desire. "Ah…" The man's member
touched her clitoris again, stirring the woman's heartstrings; this soft moan was not accidental.
Hearing the woman's gentle groan, Ziye lifted her white buttocks, withdrew his penis, and then began to grind it against her vagina
. "Ah... Your Majesty, please don't torture me anymore... Give it to me." Liu Ziye always granted her request, immediately thrusting his penis
into her glistening, wet vagina and pounding into her hard.
Ziyuan's woman beneath him lasciviously responded to his cock, her wanton appearance showing no trace of
her husband's death.
"Ziyuan, do you think that with Liu Che and other imperial uncles backing you up, I can't do anything to you? You've made yourself suffer a
terrible death, and your wife is left to my mercy!" Thinking this, he paused, half his penis remaining inside
her wet vagina.
He stopped, but Ziyuan's wife protested, "Your Majesty, hurry up... I'm so itchy inside."
"Haha... Good, very good, I now bestow upon you the title of Itchy Consort." With that, he pushed the half-penis inside and
continued his vigorous thrusting.
"Ouch...so...big, so strong, fuck me to death!"
Seeing this, Zhao Hu's penis was practically pointing skyward, and he muttered, "What the hell? The Emperor fucks women
and I'm just watching? I'm not a eunuch! My dick's about to break!"
Just as he was talking to himself, Liu Ziye spoke up: "Zhao Hu, this is none of your business. Go home
! And those women are yours to enjoy."
With that, Liu Ziye lifted the woman by her buttocks and carried her up. The woman cooperated by wrapping her arms around the man's neck
, her watery, seductive eyes gazing at him.
Watching the Emperor depart, Zhao Hu quickly left the palace with the women, then randomly picked a few to get into the carriage. As soon as they were
in the carriage, the guy impatiently grabbed one of the women, pulled out his penis, and fucked her.
"Damn it, not a virgin!" He tried another one, still not a virgin! He tried another, and still no blood. After
having slept with all the women in the carriage, he stopped searching and grabbed any one, lifting her buttocks and thrusting
into her with vigorous movements.
(III)
In the magnificent palace, a woman dressed in splendid clothes bowed her head and wept.
Why was she so sad? Was it because her child had been killed, or because she feared the emperor's wrath? Perhaps both.
Although she hated the emperor to the bone because of her son's death, she was also afraid that the emperor would not let her go because she was Ziyuan's mother
. Thinking of her life of glory and wealth, and thinking of her impending execution, sorrow welled up in her heart.
She suddenly stood up and knelt down in the direction where the late emperor was buried. "Late emperor,
please show your power and bless me so that I can live a peaceful life in my later years, for the sake of the son and daughter I have with you. Late emperor..."
"Even if the late emperor shows his power, he cannot save you. Only you can save yourself!" The woman, who was praying devoutly
, quickly turned around. When she saw the person clearly, she turned pale and was so frightened that she knelt there.
"Why don't you call me 'Long live the Emperor'
now that you see me!" Consort Qin, regaining her senses upon hearing the Emperor's words, recalled Liu Ziye's cold-blooded ruthlessness
. It seemed she was doomed to die a humiliating death; she'd rather berate him than suffer such a fate.
"Liu Ziye, what right do you have to call yourself 'I'? You have no humanity, you even kill your own brothers!"
Consort Qin's actions surprised Ziye. He had originally intended to hear her pleas for mercy and witness her despicable behavior
before sending her to meet Ziyuan, but her fierce defiance changed his mind.
Liu Ziye stepped forward, grabbing Consort Qin's chin with one hand. "What did you say? Are you out of your mind?! If
you dare say it again, I guarantee you'll be splattered with blood on the spot."
His strong grip made Consort Qin's chin ache. Frowning, she heard the man's threat, and a flash of inspiration struck her.
Her mind raced: "If he wanted to kill me, why waste so much breath? His eyes, though fiercer
now, aren't as cold as when he came in!" Having spent years in the palace, she guessed the emperor
's intentions.
Now that she had guessed, the hope of survival was there; it was just a matter of how she acted.
"You beast! Since your ascension, you've poisoned your brothers, and today you've murdered your mother! It's all the late emperor's fault for being blind!" Reaching
the point of contention, she wept and bowed towards the late emperor's tomb.
The more Consort Qin mentioned the late emperor, the happier Ziye became, and he blurted out treasonous words: "Haha…you
only just realized the late emperor was blind!" After laughing, he found the woman with tears streaming down her face quite charming, so
he bent down and picked Consort Qin up.
"You beast, put me down! Men and women shouldn't touch each other! Hurry up!..."
The perfectly timed blows didn't hurt Liu Ziye; instead, his tense muscles began to relax
, a comfortable sensation perfectly complementing his erect penis.
"Haha! You beast? Not bad, I'm not only going to defile my brothers, but now I'm going to rape my mother!" With that, he carried
Qin Fei towards the inner chamber. The maids of Tianqin Palace watched helplessly as their mistress was carried into the silk tent, but dared not utter
a sound, remaining kneeling outside, peeking.
"Waaah...waaah...you beast." Heartbroken sobs, accompanied by the ripping of clothes,
quickly emptied the woman inside the tent.
Gazing at the mature woman's proud breasts, Ziye pounced. One in his mouth, one in his hand. His young
body rubbed against the woman's body as he fondled her breasts, his large penis occasionally brushing against her
thighs.
To survive, Consort Qin continued to curse, "Ah...beast!" Her thighs deliberately met the hard
object, its size clearly imprinted in her mind—larger than the late emperor's. Thinking of this, her heart
tightened, and her vagina began to gush with lustful fluid. After
touching her breasts for a while, his hand moved down her body's curves. His hand remained a millimeter
away from her skin as he moved downwards, brushing against the fine, almost invisible hairs.
The seemingly real yet tingling sensation made Consort Qin forget her cursing; her body naturally curled up, and she
began to moan softly.
When he touched her labia, they were already incredibly wet. Liu Ziye felt a surge of pleasure: "Father, you
enjoyed the adoration of thousands throughout your life. Now that you're gone, isn't your wife still dripping with lustful fluid in my hands?" Thinking this
, he laughed wildly, just like his wildness with Shangguan Xue'er back then.
The mother, who had initially feigned chastity and fortitude, froze upon seeing Liu Ziye's maniacal laughter. Suddenly, a pair of blood-
red eyes stared at her, their chilling gaze sending a chill down her spine. Then he stood up, his yellow dragon robe billowing
to the left of his eye, revealing a naked man before her.
Strong muscles, a massive, erect penis rising from beneath a dark forest of hair, and its scarlet tip. The real battle had only
just begun, she knew it perfectly well. With difficulty, she shifted her gaze from the thick penis to
Liu Ziye's blood-red eyes, her gaze wandering, displaying a woman's allure.
Liu Ziye stared into the woman's eyes, then suddenly knelt down, his hand naturally lifting her thigh, his other hand
supporting her soft waist, his eyes never leaving her expression. Everything was ready; his penis was
pressed against her moist vulva.
With each thrust of his lower body, the penis began to part her thick labia, pushing inward… At this moment, the woman's eyes
were wide open, her lips slightly pursed, displaying a wanton and seductive look. The woman noticed this and quickly turned her face away
from the man, shouting, "You beast, let me go!"
"Hehe... I'll see if you pretend!" Thinking this, the man's body pressed down on the woman, completely crushing her
, and his penis, which had been resting on her vulva, thrust inside.
"Ah... it hurts!" "
Does it really hurt?"
After asking, the man's lips rubbed against the woman's neck, gently kissing her skin, while his
penis, submerged inside her, rubbed against the walls of her vagina with each sway of her body.
Loud moans emanated from within the gauze curtains. The palace maids kneeling on the ground blushed deeply. Although it wasn't
the first time they had seen Consort Qin making love with a man, the previous one was the late emperor, and this one was… Thinking of this, they couldn't help but
look towards the silk curtains.
Inside the transparent curtains, a scene of a son seducing his mother was clearly unfolding.
Consort Qin's thighs were curled up inside the tent, while the emperor thrashed about on his mistress like a wolf. With a
soft, sharp groan, the man roared in response 　　 , and the two fleshy creatures inside the tent embraced.
Then, silence fell.
The palace maids, their legs numb from kneeling, guessed what had happened, quietly rose, and limped out of Tianqin Palace 　　. 　　 **********
... 　　 Unable to bear the swaying before him, Prince Yangxi quickly interjected, "Prince Yangdong, stop swaying! What's 　　the matter? Sit down and talk!" 　　 "I can't hold it in! That brat Liu Ziye is cruel and inhumane, indiscriminately slaughtering members of the royal family!..." 　　 Just as he was getting into the swing of things, Prince Yangdong stood up, grabbed his brother's mouth, and said, "Do you want to die? Calling the Emperor by his 　　name so casually!" 　　 Prince Yangdong shoved his frail brother aside, saying, "What's there to be afraid of? These are all our own people, what's there to be afraid of!" 　　He then looked at Prince Tianting, Liu Che, and said, "Elder, let's just go into the palace and kill that bastard!" Liu Che smiled upon hearing this, saying, "The entire capital is filled with the Emperor's men. You'll probably 　　be torn to pieces 　　 before you even reach the palace !" 　　 "Haha..." Prince Nanyang, Liu Zhong, burst into laughter. 　　 "Damn, you still have the mind to laugh?" 　　 Responding to Liu Dong's displeasure, Liu Zhong quickly added, "How dare I, Liu Dong, I truly admire your bravery 　　!"

Although Liu Dong was impulsive, he wasn't an idiot. Wu Yong had famously called himself a simple-minded, physically strong pig, hadn't he?
He wanted to retaliate, but the previously silent Prince of Huainan, Liu Ju, spoke up: "Boss, can we send the Heavenly War King
back to court with his troops?"
The Heavenly War King was Liu Che's brother, and also the son of the late emperor, hence the title "Heavenly King. "
Liu Che waved his hand and said, "Liu Ju, the Heavenly War King's army is the only barrier guarding the northern gate.
We cannot recall him unless absolutely necessary."
"But..."
Liu Ju was about to say something when Liu Che stopped him, saying, "Alright, that's enough for today
. Everyone, remember one thing from now on: patience... No matter what happens, just one word: patience." Then he looked at the sky
and said, "The morning court is about to start, let's go!"
The white silk curtains were rolled up high, and the naked woman stretched comfortably. Her arms had just spread when they touched the man's pectoral
muscles. He hadn't left yet?
Thinking of this, the woman quickly turned her body to the side. The young man's even breathing caused his masculine muscles
to rise and fall. Qin Fei's eyes involuntarily moved there. The penis that had aroused her desire yesterday
was softly pressed against her left thigh, still wriggling.
Seeing this, she couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. But before she could even grasp and play with it, that thing
suddenly sprang up, hard as iron, pointing upwards.
Startled, Qin Fei quickly withdrew her hand and turned her body to the side, her back to the man.
Liu Ziye, who seemed to be asleep, grinned and suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around and
reached his hands under Qin Fei's armpits, playing with her large breasts. His large penis, naturally, was pressed against her soft buttocks, moving up and down.
While the man caressed her, she thought to herself, "This little bastard is obviously pretending to be asleep. Good thing I didn't
do anything, or else!" The man's hard glans pressed against her wetness from behind, and with a slight push,
his penis slid into her vagina.
Liu Ziye slowly thrust his penis in and out, his hands constantly caressing the woman's breasts and delicate skin,
his lips kissing her green hair and white skin.
"Ah..." Qin Fei moaned softly in sync with the man's movements. After a while
, she seemed to see Ziyuan, pointing at her and calling her a slut, a whore, a whore. Then the late emperor arrived
, and they were all blaming her!
"Waaah..." At this point in her dream, Qin Fei couldn't help but cry.
Hearing the woman's sorrowful cries, Liu Ziye stopped, but didn't pull out. Instead, he pressed his penis against the woman's
buttocks, immersing it inside her to the maximum extent.
"Consort Qin, why are you crying? Didn't I promise to let you go?" With a gentle voice, Liu Ziye's large hand
lightly stroked her hair, like stroking a kitten. Consort Qin, like a kitten, gradually stopped crying under his caresses
.
"Your Majesty, I thought of Ziyuan and the late Emperor. I'm sorry to them, I... Waaah..." She only managed to say a few words before
bursting into tears again. At that moment, the thing inside her vagina was suddenly pulled out and thrust in again, instantly choking her
throat, and her crying stopped. "Your Majesty, just grant me death!"
Hearing this, Liu Ziye chuckled. "Consort Qin, how could I bear to let you die!" With that, he embraced the woman's soft
lower abdomen and began to thrust his penis in and out of her vagina with great force, until Consort Qin was speechless
.
"Your Majesty, I have no face to see the late Emperor and my son Yuan. If you don't grant me death, I'll kill myself!"
Hearing this, Liu Ziye pulled out his penis, turned her over so she faced him, forcing her to look into
his cold eyes. "I am the Emperor. If I want you dead, you must die. If I don't want you dead, you cannot
die. If you dare to die, all 478 members of your Mo family will go with you!"
"Ah!" The Emperor's words didn't sound like mere alarmism. Consort Qin was stunned!
Seeing Consort Qin's shock, Liu Ziye coldly said, "I only killed one of your sons, I'll
compensate you with a new one." With that, he pounced on her, adjusting his position and inserting his penis. At this angle
, his penis completely filled Consort Qin's vagina.
Consort Qin's jade arms hooked around the man's neck, swaying her hips to avoid being hurt by his penis.
After several hundred rounds of intense fighting, Liu Ziye, aroused, asked, "Consort Qin, is my penis bigger than the late Emperor's?"
Ah, men, why do they always like to compare like this?
"The Emperor's is bigger, oh...oh...I'm going to die!" While praising her, she didn't forget to let out a few coquettish moans, making
Ziye extremely happy. He didn't even hear the morning court bell ringing. Even if he had heard it, he still wanted to
finish his pleasure on this alluring woman before leaving.
After a long period of torment, Ziye finally reached his climax, ejaculating into Consort Qin's body. Only then did Ziye
get up, satisfied, intending to call for a palace maid to change his clothes. Consort Qin volunteered, gently lifting the dragon robe and dressing this man who had killed her son
, not forgetting to offer her fragrant tongue and saliva along the way.
The officials had been waiting in the hall for a long time before Liu Ziye finally arrived.
"Long live the Emperor!" After everyone paid their respects, Ziye waved for the officials to rise, and after sitting for a while, he ordered
the court to adjourn.
"Your Majesty, why has the court adjourned so quickly?"
Liu Ziye stopped his journey back to the palace upon seeing that it was Prince Yangdong. "If there's nothing else, then the court adjourns. Uncle, is there something you need
?"
"What do you mean, 'if there's nothing else, then the court adjourns'? This brat!" Prince Yangdong opened his mouth to speak, but
was pulled back by Prince Yangxi beside him.
Prince Yangxi, with a sinister smile, interrupted, "Your Majesty, nothing, nothing."
"If there's nothing else, then don't bother me, hmph!" With that, he turned and left.
After returning to the palace, Liu Ziye secretly summoned Zhao Hu and his younger brother Liu Ziguang, instructing them to hold a banquet in the main hall that day.
He wanted them to find young princes and nobles, specifically those who were neglected and despised by others.
Although Zhao Hu and Liu Ziguang did not understand the emperor's intentions, they had no choice but to obey.
As night fell, hundreds of people gathered in the main hall.
On the left, Liu Ziguang led a group of over forty people, including Liu Zixun and others. Among them were fourteen sons of the late emperor, but he...
Their mothers weren't of the rank of imperial concubines, so their status didn't attract much attention. The other
thirty young men surnamed Liu were also descendants of a fallen royal family. In addition, several young men from the Dugu family were
among them. Dugu Shaoyun was the fourth son of his maternal uncle, and Dugu Changfeng was the only son of his second maternal uncle. They were between sixteen and twenty-
two years old.
As for Zhao Hu's group, they were almost all descendants of minor officials, and even some street thugs. Among them, Yan Hu, Zhou
Hu, Yang Hu, and He Hu, along with Zhao Hu, were known as the Five Tigers of the Capital.
The first three tigers came from families with official ranks, while the last tiger, He Hu, was a typical street urchin. Not only was his background humble, but
his mother was a prostitute who, even at forty, was still working.
In short, the people Zhao Hu brought were simply… Upon entering the palace, these young wolves stared intently at the palace maids; the more promising ones would
at most lick their dry tongues, while the less promising ones even started masturbating under the table.
"His Majesty has arrived!" At the eunuch's shout, the rascals on the right all stood up. They
stared at the golden throne with more curiosity than at a woman; they'd never seen an emperor before. Seeing their pathetic behavior, Zhao Hu was
annoyed but helpless; these were the only people he knew.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" As someone knelt, the rascals followed suit, chanting "Long live the Emperor!"
Zhao Hu had practiced this phrase all afternoon.
"Haha… No need for formalities." Hearing the imperial words, everyone on the left rose to express their gratitude. Everyone on the right, except He Hu, also
rose to thank him.
Looking at He Hu, still kneeling, Zhao Hu suddenly kicked him in the butt.
"Ouch… Boss, why did you kick me?"
Looking at the innocent-looking He Hu, Zhao Hu glared and muttered, "His Majesty told you to rise, so you rose
."
"His Majesty didn't say to rise…"
"…" This kid doesn't even understand "No need for formalities!" "Alright, enough with the antics, go back to your seats!"
Seeing His Highness's farcical display, Zi Ye burst into laughter.
The men on the right, unlike the cautious ones on the left, immediately began whispering among themselves. "Brother, look...
that girl's beautiful!" They secretly pointed towards the Emperor.
"Nonsense, if the Emperor's woman isn't beautiful, how can she be called Empress!"
Hearing this exchange, He Hu remembered something and quickly ran to the center! Thankfully, he
knelt as soon as he reached the center, otherwise he would have been unjustly killed as an assassin.
"Long live the Empress!"
Empress? Liu Zi Ye looked around. Shangguan Xue'er wasn't there. Then, glancing at He Hu, he saw him reverently
bowing to Consort Qin, and he understood. This fool had mistaken Consort Qin for the Empress.
"Haha..." Zi Ye grabbed Consort Qin, his hand brazenly reaching into her bosom to grab and fondle her breasts
. When they first heard someone call for the Empress, Consort Qin and her daughter-in-law, who were flanking Ziye,
were startled. Now that they understood, they couldn't help but smile.
The way Zhao Hu kicked He Hu back like a dog made everyone in the hall burst into laughter.
After a while, Liu Ziye stood up and waved his hands. The crowd and the music stopped.
"Gentlemen! I have summoned you here today for three reasons. First, you are passionate young people, and I want
to nurture you and help you succeed. Second, although I am the Emperor, there are many who harbor ill intentions towards me
, so I need your service. Third, I know a little about your backgrounds. Although many of you are
relatives of the imperial family, you have suffered no less humiliation and discrimination than others. Therefore, I need your seeds of hatred and chaos
; I will give you the opportunity to let them grow strong."
After saying these three points, Ziye loudly announced the start of the banquet.
Seeing the Emperor's joy, Consort Qin played the zither to add to the merriment, while her former daughter-in-law sat cross-legged on the Emperor's lap,
playing a game of drinking with Liu Ziye, their lips touching.
With the Emperor in such a state, the people below also began to drink.
At this moment, the Emperor's dancers stepped forward, spreading their delicate hands, tossing aside their jade belts and white silk ribbons, and began to dance gracefully. Their
slender, alluring bodies presented a series of captivating and seductive dances.
The smiles on their faces as they danced seemed to be directed at you, a feeling that would be felt by anyone.
A young man sitting to the left suddenly turned grim, all because of the whispers of the two men in front of him.
"Wow! That woman's breasts in the middle are so round!"
"Why are you only looking at her breasts? Her ass is even prettier!"
"I like breasts."
"Idiot, you like breasts? Then I'll give you breasts, and I'll get my hands on her little hole."
After saying this, the man burst into laughter.
The young man behind him stood up, about to reprimand the two men, when someone beside him pulled him back.
"Brother, don't do this!"
Looking at the person holding him, he whispered, "Brother, they're insulting Mother."
The man's face darkened. He didn't answer the question about Mother, but pointed to the smiling woman playing the zither,
saying, "Did you see her?" Ziqiu nodded, indicating he saw her.
"She's Liu Ziyuan's mother! And the woman beside the Emperor, she's Ziyuan's princess consort, now they're both the Emperor
's!"
Liu Ziye sat high above, taking in the drooling expressions of the scoundrels below, and the pretentious nobles' affected airs
and furtive glances at the women.
Seeing this, Liu Ziye's playful nature took hold. He stood up and loudly announced, "My beloved ministers, I'm especially happy today
, but to make it even happier, I declare that you may play with any of the women here as you please." He then stripped naked in front of everyone,
lifted Consort Yang onto the table, and raised her legs, his expression
shifting from solemn to joyful. Those below understood one thing: the Emperor had penetrated her.
After being infected, the men in the hall began to undress and chase after the women.
Seeing this lewd scene unfold, Ziqiu suddenly stood up and called out, "Brother!"
Looking at Ziqiu's tearful eyes, Zichun patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Brother, you must be patient; a bright
future lies ahead." After saying this, he glanced at the emperor, who was thrusting wildly on the high throne, and… his eyes
searched for his mother's figure, and soon he saw the cruel scene.
The dancer was squeezed into a corner by four or five men. Her clothes were practically in
tatters, and the man who was eager to have his way with her hadn't even had time to take them off. She was naked, her penis erect, pushing
against the man pressing down on her.
Zichun turned around sadly, only to find that Ziqiu was gone. No… Ziqiu, please don't do anything foolish. Thinking
this, his gaze shifted to the corner where his mother was being held down by the group.
Ziqiu appeared, like an enraged lion. His strength was like that of a god; he pulled
the man on top of his mother, sending him flying.
After a scream of pain, the man landed on his backside. He immediately stood up, and as he was about to approach, he met
Ziqiu's murderous gaze. Ziqiu grinned and said, "Brother, if you like her, she's yours." Then he went after
another woman.
The others did the same; seeing Ziqiu's behavior, they naturally kept their distance.
Looking at his mother trembling in the corner, Ziqiu felt a pang of pain in his heart. When he picked her up, the pieces of clothing on her body
finally fell off, revealing a beautiful body lying in his arms.
"Ziqiu,"
Ziqiu smiled slightly, gazing tenderly at his mother, "Mom, I won't let anyone touch you!" He then
walked towards the door. The sight of her full buttocks resting on his arms felt somewhat insulting to Ziqiu, so he moved down
, only to find his hand covered in sticky fluid.
The woman in his arms blushed and lowered her head.
Ziqiu knew in his heart that it was some damned person who had indiscriminately sprayed semen.
"Ziqiu, put that woman down!" The voice was incredibly authoritative and cold, forcing everyone to stop in their tracks.
Without turning his head, Ziqiu stopped and said, "Your Majesty, I will not let go of this woman, even if it costs me my
life."
"The women here must be fucked by men, or they will be thrown into the snake pit! You can take her away, but
she will be dead tomorrow. Zhao Hu, go and take the woman from his arms."
Upon hearing this, the women who were still dodging immediately stopped. They didn't want to die;
stopping meant being pounced on by the men who followed, followed by merciless tearing. Fair thighs
, snow-white breasts—one after another, exquisite naked bodies were pressed against men.
Various lewd sounds echoed throughout the palace.
Seeing this depraved scene, Ziye's penis grew even harder. He quickly pounced on the well-dressed Consort Qin,
tearing her clothes like snowflakes. As soon as Consort Qin's white flesh was revealed, Ziye impatiently thrust his spear
into her.
Zhao Hu stepped forward and advised, "Ziqiu, for that woman's sake, put her down!"
With a man's roar, "She's my mother!" everyone stopped what they were doing, except for
Liu Ziye on the throne, who continued his act, for he already knew everything!
At this moment, Zichun also came over, "Ziqiu, hand your mother over to Zhao Hu; it's for your mother's good!"
Ziqiu looked around. Now, apart from the couple on the throne locked in a life-or-death struggle, everyone else was
staring at him. Many men approached, wanting to take the still-attractive dancer away; their lewd desires
fueled by the thrill of raping his mother in front of his own son.
Seeing the approaching crowd, Ziqiu roared, "I won't hand her over to you!"
Zichun also roared, "Brother, don't be foolish!" Then he knelt down, looking at his mother in his brother's arms,
pleading, "Mother, please persuade my brother. If you leave this door, you will be executed... Waaah."
The woman, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them. She looked at her kneeling, weeping eldest son, then at
her youngest son holding her. She reached out and placed her hand on Ziqiu's cheek, like a gentle spring breeze. Feeling his mother
's touch, Ziqiu looked down at her, and his mother smiled calmly, "Ziqiu, no matter what you do, I will
support you." Then she slowly closed her eyes.
"She will die if she leaves this door!" This thought burned in Ziqiu's heart, but looking at those lecherous
men who were drooling with desire, he was unwilling to hand her over to them. With a sudden glare, he let out a long howl and abruptly placed his naked mother
on the ground.
Upon seeing the dancer being set down, some of the others, oblivious to their own mortality, rushed forward, only to have
two of their front teeth knocked out by Ziqiu's powerful fists.
After driving off the crowd, Ziqiu suddenly channeled his inner energy, and his clothes burst open.
"What skill!" Ziye, who had been busy with his actions, praised.
The concubine beneath him groaned, "Your Majesty, don't be distracted."
"Haha!" Ziye laughed, lifting the woman's legs and pulling her buttocks inward
to penetrate deeper, retaliating for her complaint.
Now naked, Ziqiu slowly climbed onto his mother.
Under the weight of the man, the dancer opened her eyes. When she saw it was Ziqiu, she showed no surprise,
nor any reproach, still smiling at her son.
Seeing that his mother wasn't angry, Ziqiu's unease lessened. He quietly pressed down on his mother's body.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed as the full breasts bounced and swayed beneath Ziqiu's pectoral muscles.
And this was sex with his own mother! Their penises were all saluting the embracing couple in the middle
.
"Brother, are you going to do it or not? If not, let me do it."
Hearing this, not only did Ziqiu glare angrily, but even those waiting for a good show glared at the talkative He
Hu. He Hu, however, was completely unafraid and said, "What are you looking at? I'm right, if he doesn't do it, he has to step
aside!"
Everyone thought it made sense; the mother and son had been embracing for what felt like an incense stick's time. Many of the men had already masturbated, but this
hadn't even started yet, so the crowd began to shout.
It seemed there was no escaping it, but Ziqiu didn't know what to do.
Seeing her son sweating, Wu Fei reached out and took his hand, slowly pulling it to her chest, saying,
"Touch here." Following his mother's guidance, Zi Qiu, like a thief, grasped her breast. A long-lost tenderness and pleasure instantly
surged within him, and he couldn't help but squeeze it.
"Mmm..." Wu Fei closed her eyes comfortably, and soon she felt the penis resting against her leg begin to...
He reacted, slowly and stiffly pressing against her thigh. The crowd shouted, "Fuck her! Fuck
her!"
The throbbing pain in Ziqiu's lower body made him want to quickly enter his mother's body, but he couldn't find the right spot. Several times he twisted
his hips, his penis pressing against the inside of her thigh, but he couldn't penetrate.
Ziqiu didn't care about the others' howls, but after a few missteps, his mother's raised eyebrows
told him he had hurt her.
"Mom... I'm sorry."
Hearing her son's apology, Wu Fei forced a smile. "It's alright, child." Then she grasped her son's penis,
guiding it to the entrance of her vagina, squeezing the round glans into the moist crevice. "That's it." Then she turned
her head and closed her eyes.
Following the guidance, Ziqiu thrust forward.
After his mother let out a soft "Oh," Ziqiu successfully inserted halfway. The first half felt very comfortable, but
the second half felt uncomfortable in the air. Therefore, Ziqiu ignored his mother's clenched lips and pushed the rest
in.
This made the woman turn around sharply, wrapping her arms around her son's shoulders, her buttocks, still sucking his penis ,
trembling violently. Once fully inside her, Ziqiu was so comfortable he forgot everything, stirring his mother
's vagina as if he had become a different person.
Wu Fei tightly embraced the man, forcefully twisting her plump buttocks to accommodate her son's reckless movements and
avoid any misalignment during sex.
"Ah..." As Ziqiu and his mother engaged in their passionate battle, many onlookers masturbated. Some went mad, grabbing the 　　 women
beside them and fucking them, even shouting, "Fuck you to death! Mom
, my penis is big, isn't it...fuck your mother to death!" 　　(
IV)
********** ... The 　　magnificent 　　 hall instantly transformed into a scene of naked men and women chasing each other. Naked figures rolled together 　　, their primal struggles and rough breathing amplifying the lewd atmosphere. 　　 At the heart of this debauchery, Liu Ziqiu lay on top of his mother, his strong body moving rapidly, his massive penis 　　penetrating her sacred place. Her soft moans and gasps rose and fell as their bodies collided violently, 　　the sounds echoing throughout the hall. 　　 Like a demon reborn, Ziqiu skillfully thrust his thick penis into his mother's swollen vagina, and as he withdrew 　　, streams of clear fluid gushed forth. 　　 The woman abandoned all restraint and dignity, recklessly yielding to her son's repeated penetrations. With the man's 　　fatal penetration, thick, sticky vaginal fluid gushed from her womb like a tidal wave, flowing out of her body along the massive penis and dripping 　　onto the stone slabs of the hall. 　　 The fervent passion stunned the women caught in the throes of debauchery. The palace maids, gazing at the enormous penis, swallowed hard, 　　their hearts itching with anticipation while simultaneously imagining the terrifying nature of that thing, if only the woman being ravaged by that massive rod were herself. 　　 The power of that cannon was enough to extinguish their lust, leaving them with lingering fear as they watched the woman being violated. The frail 　　woman writhed and moaned in pain as the massive rod pierced her, glistening with fragrant sweat from her snow-white skin, her pearly white teeth gently biting 　　her lip. 　　 The woman in the incestuous state had a dazed look in her eyes, her lustful lips still holding her son's penis. 　　Her vagina, overflowing with fluids, stretched open with the up-and-down movements of the penis. 　　 On the high seat, Ziye witnessed the frenzied intercourse between mother and son. A wicked lust ignited within him. He forcefully 　　pried open Consort Qin's thighs, thrusting his frenzied member inside. The speed and power of his thrusts propelled his penis 　　deeper into the woman's womb. 　　 Consort Qin's body was completely occupied by the enormous rod. Her thirsty vagina stretched to its limit, and 　　the pleasure brought by this genitalia caused her trembling hands to grip the edge of the table tightly. 　　 "Ah, Your Majesty… my little hole is about to split open," she cried out in a lewd moan. 　　 The woman's extremely wanton moans echoed in his ears, and Liu Ziye couldn't help but look at the woman beneath him. 　　 Looking down, he noticed his penis breaking through her wet, glistening labia, the wide-open orifice 　　spraying water everywhere. 　　 His penis felt incredibly comfortable being soaked in the cool fluid, and the lewd scene before him increased his excitement. His hands, not 　　idle, beckoned to Princess Ziyuan, signaling her to raise her buttocks. 　　 Yang Fei was already naked, her vulva glistening with desire amidst the lewd atmosphere. Her eyes, filled with tender affection, 　　were fixed on Ziye and her mother-in-law's frenzied intercourse. 　　 Overwhelmed with passion, she kneaded her breasts, displaying an uncontrollable lust. Upon seeing the Emperor's beckoning, 　　she eagerly crawled to Ziye's side, presenting her buttocks to him as instructed. 　　 Exposing her glistening vulva to this powerful man, and imagining her lower body under the Emperor's burning gaze 　　, her slightly parted opening involuntarily released a stream of white fluid. 　　 Liu Ziye, captivated by the sight, quickly reached out and stirred Yang Fei's vulva with the fluids from the white silk. He simultaneously thrust 　　his penis into Qin Taifei's body. 　　 "These are Father Emperor's women, the prince's wives. They are all lewd…licentious." 　　 With immense satisfaction, his lewd gaze swept over the men present; those 　　men writhing on the naked women were his loyal servants. Following his instructions, they tormented these palace beauties like wild beasts 　　. 　　 All the men obeyed and echoed him, except for him. Ziye stared fiercely at the neatly dressed 　　young man. The man who remained unmoved, the man who dared to defy his orders. 　　 "Ziguang, why don't you play with me?" Ziye stopped his actions, and Consort Yang immediately let out a plaintive groan, her 　　unsatisfied expression obvious. Ziye understood her meaning and gently patted her plump buttocks, his eyes signaling her to 　　stay put. 　　 When he wanted you, he could treat you like a treasure; when he didn't want you, you had to disappear at any time. This was common knowledge among the concubines in the palace.

The famous saying goes 　　, "Yang Fei's jade vulva is itchy and uncomfortable, so she can only obediently lie at Zi Ye's feet.
" "Brother, I'm not good at this!" "Not good at this? Haha, Zi Guang, is it because you're not good at it?" Zi Ye teased upon hearing this. 　　 After Zi Ye's words reached Yang Fei's ears, the imaginative Yang Fei immediately thought, "What do you mean, 'not good at it'? Is it because 　　you're a eunuch?" Recalling the time when she was curious and forcibly looked at a eunuch's lower body, 　　she couldn't help but chuckle softly when she saw Zi Guang's. 　　 Hearing her chuckle, Liu Zi Ye's attention was drawn to her. Yang Fei's snow-white body trembled and rose with her chuckle, 　　her round buttocks glistening with lustful fluid. Seeing this, Zi Ye's heart stirred. He kicked off his shoes, revealing his bare big 　　toe, and stomped on her round buttocks a few times before moving on to his target. Following her jade buttocks, he finally inserted his toes into her fleshy labia 　　, gently parting the labia with his big toe and thrusting it into her vulva, which was overflowing with jade fluid. 　　 "Ah..." Consort Yang wept with pleasure. 　　 Despite his brother's teasing, Zi Guang remained composed, cupping his hands in a respectful gesture: "Brother... it's not that I'm incapable of sexual 　　relations, but rather that my heart belongs to another." 　　 His heart belonged to another—this reminded him of Shangguan Xue'er. Zi Ye's eyes were fixed on Zi Guang, regardless of his resolute expression 　　and demeanor. He was so much like his former self. 　　 Back then, as the Crown Prince, countless noble ladies and daughters of high-ranking families schemed and plotted to approach 　　him, displaying their allure. He remained oblivious, his heart belonging only to one person: Shangguan Xue'er. 　　 Thinking of this woman's name, Zi Ye abruptly withdrew his penis from the Consort's body. 　　 Ignoring the woman's empty, mournful moans after losing her penis, Liu Zi Ye stared intently at his brother: "Zi Guang, 　　she certainly won't know what happened here. You can play with a woman or two..." He was testing Zi Guang's resolve. 　　 "Brother, whether she saw it or not, I will not do anything to betray her." 　　 "Haha, Ziguang, things are unpredictable!" Hearing his brother's unwavering resolve, and recalling Empress Shangguan Xue'er's 　　shameless moans and thrusts beneath their aged father, 　　 Liu Ziye was filled with rage. The Empress Dowager's vagina became a scapegoat, and with a few unreasonable 　　thrusts, she parted her lips and cried out in pain. 　　 As an emperor, he quickly suppressed his anger, and the proper sexual intercourse soon returned to normal. The Empress Dowager, too, 　　returned from hell to heaven, and her moans and groans reappeared in the palace. 　　 He wiped away his troubles and was also comforted by his brother's steadfast love. He knew his shameful history would not be 　　repeated in his brother's life. To facilitate this beautiful union, Ziye asked, "Ziguang, who is the lady of your heart? 　　I will make the decision for you." 　　 At the same time, he paused his dripping, engorged member in the hot, churning vagina. 　　 "Brother, this is merely my wishful thinking," 　　 Zi Guang said, which puzzled and displeased Zi Ye, who was eager to help his younger brother 　　. "What do you mean, 'wildly thinking'? You are my own brother. As long as you like it, I will definitely help you achieve it 　　. Tell me quickly, who is that woman?" 　　 In Zi Ye's mind, his brother should be weeping with gratitude for his bestowed marriage, but unexpectedly, Liu Zi Guang's expression instantly 　　darkened upon hearing this. "She already belongs to someone else." 　　 "She has a man?" Thinking of this, Zi Ye felt indignant for Zi Guang. As a prince, he loved another 　　man's wife. 　　 Just as he was about to mock him, he saw his brother's heartbroken appearance, which showed how deeply he was involved. 　　Although he was unhappy, how could he ignore brotherly affection? 　　 "So what if she has a man? Tell me who she is. I will exterminate her husband's entire family and personally send her to your 　　bed." Recalling the scene of Zi Guang's wedding night, Liu Zi Ye laughed triumphantly. 　　 His elder brother's domineering opinion was no joke. Zi Guang quickly knelt down to plead for the emperor's order, "Your Majesty, 　　you absolutely mustn't! If you get her like this, I…!" 　　 Zi Guang's gentlemanly principle of not taking what belongs to another was seen by Zi Ye as utterly childish. 　　 He withdrew his penis from Consort Qin's body again, walked to Consort Yang, and lifted her cloud-like hair, "Look at her, she 　　was someone else's wife before, but now she's devoted to me." He then pressed her between his legs and shoved his filthy 　　penis into her cherry-like mouth. He wantonly ravaged Zi Yuan's princess. 　　 Faced with someone he couldn't reason with, Zi Guang screamed in a frenzy, "Brother, don't force me!" He even forgot to use 　　respectful titles. 　　 Such a rebellious shout would be a grave crime for a wise emperor; for this tyrant 　　, the consequences… 　　 Liu Zi Ye stared at Zi Guang, and Zi Guang looked at his brother. As the two were locked in a fierce struggle, they both 　　understood each other's inner thoughts. 　　 The unspoken understanding between the two was palpable, and just then, a deafening roar jolted them awake. 　　 The woman they had worried about had unexpectedly become the victor. The valiant Ziqiu, after repeated 　　thrusts, finally found his powerful penis surrounded by layers of flesh. Under the onslaught of the writhing flesh, the mighty 　　Ziqiu roared, his semen erupting inside his mother. 　　 "Awooo..." It was this exhilarating, beastly roar that shook the Emperor and the Prince. 　　 After ejaculating, Ziqiu took a deep breath, looked down at the curled-up woman, casually picked up the torn 　　pieces of clothing he had used, and numbly wrapped them around his mother's beautiful body. He gently wiped 　　away the dampness and filth between her legs, 　　 cleaning her thoroughly. Then, he held his mother in his arms, gazing lovingly at his mother's flushed face, and strode towards 　　the door. 　　 Noticing his audacious actions, Liu Ziye coldly asked, "Ziqiu... 　　where are you taking Consort Wu?" 　　 Facing the Emperor's question, Ziqiu, still gazing at the woman in his arms, replied without turning his head, "Your Majesty 　　, you said that all women present must be raped. Otherwise, they will be executed without mercy." 　　 Hearing Ziqiu's question, Ziye nodded, "That's right." " 　　 Then Mother and I have a relationship, which means she's fulfilling your promise. So, will Your Majesty 　　have any objections if I take Mother away now?" 　　 Ziqiu had been circling around this point for so long, and Liu Ziye quickly replied, "Good...Ziqiu, what you say is completely reasonable..."

"My word is law, you may take Consort Wu away. But there's one more thing I must remind you: you can only save
her once, not the next time."
"Midnight!" Liu Ziqiu, in a fit of rage, called out the Emperor's name.
Zhao Hu, standing nearby, roared, "How dare you!" He climbed off a naked woman, preparing to seize her. His followers
naturally followed suit.
"Stop." Stopping Zhao Hu and the others, Zi Ye smiled at Zi Qiu: "Zi Qiu, don't panic. I have a way
to ensure your mother's safety for the rest of her life."
Hearing the Emperor's words, Zi Ye lowered his guard. "What way?"
"Power."
"Power?"
"Yes! Power. As long as you're willing to follow me, you can take your mother away, enjoy wealth and honor
, and punish those who dare to bully or look down on you. You can even
kill anyone you don't like at will."
"This is power? What good will this do for my mother and me?"
"That's right… With power, you can take your mother wherever you want! It can guarantee your mother and me a lifetime of
peace. Power is that simple. Do you want it? Do you want to be my most loyal subordinate?"
Zi Qiu pondered the Emperor's words for a moment, then numbly carried his mother out the door. His first foot touched
the bricks outside the palace, and Zi Qiu abruptly turned back to stare at the man on the throne. Liu Zi Ye's imposing aura instantly forced him to
lower his head.
"Yes, I'm willing to be your loyal dog!" With that, he carried his mother out the door, leaving the
debauched hall.
After Ziqiu and his mother left, Liu Ziye immediately announced Liu Ziqiu's throne: King Tianxiao! Zhao Hu and the Liu family
were all shocked. This rank was on par with the current Seven Heavenly Kings, and envy and jealousy immediately welled up
in the hearts of those who had not received the reward.
"The Seven Heavenly Kings and the Six Elders are all old. The heavy responsibilities of these people will be entrusted to you in the future. I hope you
will not disappoint my high expectations!"
Faced with the Emperor's hopes, everyone in the hall knelt down to express their gratitude. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ziye, holding
the hands of Qin and Consort Yang, stepped down from the throne and left the noisy scene. After the Emperor left, the people in the hall
began to stir again. Women laughed and hid wantonly, while men panted and roared like oxen.
**********
...

After a few thrusts, Ziye chuckled, "From now on,
neither of you concubines are allowed to wear pants! Haha!" Ignoring Consort Yang's cries of pain, he thrust hundreds of times before withdrawing his wet penis
and walking towards the bed.
Consort Qin backed away, pleading, "Your Majesty should attend the morning court." The more she tried to avoid it, the more Ziye's lust was aroused. He actually
jumped onto the bed, making it creak and tremble violently.
Seeing Liu Ziye's insistence, as a woman, she could only softly call out "Your Majesty" before letting him spread her legs and thrust her
buttocks towards his enormous member.
"Oh...you're killing me...you're going to kill me!"
Qin Fei cried out in a few thrusts, her head shaking wildly as if she were in great pain.
This series of actions impressed Yang Fei: "No wonder she served the late Emperor; her cries are
so seductive, as if Ziye's cock could kill hundreds of men."
Indeed, the sound was very effective. After thousands of thrusts, Ziye pressed his cock against Qin Fei's clitoris, his body shuddering
as he ejaculated inside. Judging by the amount of semen poured into her uterus, he truly wanted to give Qin Fei a son
.
The Emperor arrived late for the morning court session, naturally causing complaints from the officials. Liu Che, the Prince of Tianting, who had been patiently waiting
, was secretly delighted, thinking, "You little beast, let's see how long you can be so arrogant."
Upon entering the hall, Liu Ziye announced the bestowal of the title of Prince Tianxiao upon Ziqiu, shocking the officials. Several old princes objected strongly,
stepping forward to urge the Emperor to rescind his decree.
The elders before him were all heavyweight members of the royal family, and Liu Ziye couldn't afford to lose his temper . There was
also the title of "Heavenly King." He knew he couldn't bestow such a title lightly.
Naturally, many would object if he brought it up, but he had already planned ahead. Because some wanted to see him act recklessly
, he deliberately ignored everyone's opinions and went directly to Liu Che, the head of the princes.
"Uncle, Ziqiu is unparalleled in martial prowess. I intend to bestow upon him the title of Heavenly King. What is your opinion?"
"Your Majesty's word is law. Since Your Majesty has spoken, how dare I disagree?"
Liu Che, who was eager for him to act recklessly, readily agreed. Seeing him nod, the princes of Liu Che's faction naturally nodded in agreement. This caused
the neutral princes to complain bitterly, but the Emperor's will was made, and with Liu Che's consent, the remaining princes were few in number
and powerless. Thus, Liu Ziqiu's throne was decided.
Having placed Ziqiu on the Heavenly King's throne, his goal was achieved. As for those who were dissatisfied, Liu Ziye, fearing they would
annoy him, immediately used illness as an excuse to adjourn the court.
Back in the imperial study, Liu Ziye picked up the day's memorials and glanced at them; many concerned the drought. He immediately
began reviewing them. When he turned to a memorial impeaching Zhao Hu, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Just as he was about to toss it away, he noticed
the name Zhao Dongming printed on it. The impeacher was none other than Zhao Hu's uncle.
His own uncle was going to sue him? Intrigued, he picked it up and read it through, then Liu Ziye couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It turned out that after becoming the Marquis of Filial Piety, Zhao Hu had shown no respect for his elders at home—the elders naturally referring to Zhao Dongming—
and spent his days idly—Liu Ziye hadn't done him any work. Later, it got even more outrageous; his former life as a commoner...
Several such incidents occurred. Seeing that the laughter had subsided, he tossed the memorial aside in the storage area.
He secretly thought he would show it to Zhao Hu when the opportunity arose.
"Your Majesty!" With a familiar voice, the wealthy and imposing Empress burst in, carrying a bowl of
steaming hot liquid—the aroma alone told it was top-quality deer blood soup!
Upon seeing that it was Shangguan Xue'er, Zi Ye's initial amusement vanished instantly. However, not wanting to lose his temper
, he maintained a cool demeanor and asked, "What brings you here, Empress? This isn't a
place for amusement!"
The Empress, unperturbed by the cold shoulder, placed the deer blood soup before Zi Ye, then moved behind him, stretching out
her arms and gently patting his broad back with her small fists, saying with feigned concern, "Your Majesty
has been working hard lately. Please drink some deer blood soup to nourish your body."
Zi Ye, however, was completely unmoved by the Empress's tenderness. Moving away from the patted back, he coldly replied, "Oh
, then you can put it on the table. This is none of your business!"
The Emperor hadn't visited the Empress's palace since his ascension, and today he had set aside his dignity to
personally prepare this tonic for him. He had carried it for miles, his hands already aching and his back exhausted.
She had hoped for a word of comfort, but instead received his displeasure. Shangguan Xue'er grabbed the Emperor
's ear, pressed her lips to his earlobe, and roared, "Ye! You're going to be the death of me!"
Logically, Liu Ziye should have at least kicked her out, if not torn her to pieces, but the spot where Shangguan Xue'er was pulling his ear felt
so familiar, the thunderous sound so comforting.
The aloof man's thoughts involuntarily drifted back three years! Back then, when Shangguan Xue'er was angry with him,
she liked to pull his ear and loudly vibrate his hymen.
The beautiful and charming Shangguan Xue'er, when playful, liked to show off her older sisterly status in front of him!
Sometimes she would curl up in his arms like a little bird, breathing her fragrant breath, her face flushed as she called his name,
"Ye."
The warm memories of the past clouded Ziye's mind. Being emperor was indeed blissful, but loneliness and solitude,
along with the power to rule the world, had also invaded his life. When he recalled his beautiful past with the empress, his will was clouded
. His eyes were fixed on the woman's beautiful face, trying to find the tenderness and affection of the past in every expression
.
Her incomparably beautiful face, her gentle, watery eyes stared at him blankly. Her face was filled with grievance and sorrow,
as if the man before her had committed the most unforgivable crime in the world.
Seeing that the emperor was finally looking at her, Shangguan Xue'er also gazed at Ziye without hesitation. The emperor's cold eyes
regained their former purity and tenderness, and even this small detail moved Shangguan Xue'er to a soft moan
.
Her soft breaths brushed against Ziye's skin, burning like fire. Unable to restrain himself…
Zi Ye's warm lips moved closer, gently touching her delicate lips. As his large, cloud-like hand slowly withdrew
, his full lips enveloped her tender mouth.
His strong body covered hers, her voluptuous figure swaying lightly beneath him.
"Mmm…" Shangguan Xue'er responded passionately to the man's kiss, her small hands gently pushing away the
large hand massaging her breasts. Although the Emperor's movements were so gentle, her breasts felt comfortable and deformed under his tender touch, yet she didn't know
why she was pushing them away.
After she pushed them away, the playful hand returned, this time with more force and greater accuracy
, her nipples receiving meticulous care.
They kissed tenderly, the woman gently wriggling in his arms, feeling the warmth of his smooth, delicate skin
. Desire began to ignite, and just as passion was intensifying, Liu Zi Ye's closed eyes suddenly snapped open.
The woman before him was still the same woman from before, but now the feeling was completely different.
The beautiful vision in his mind shattered instantly. The woman before him, Shangguan Xue'er's lewdness and betrayal, deeply pierced his
already numb heart. Her beauty and purity were repeatedly played with by this old man, her dignity
trampled upon at will.
Liu Ziye went mad. The clothes covering the woman were scattered on the ground with his rough movements. The tenderness from before
had vanished, replaced only by the eruption of bestiality.
He tore off the last shred of modesty from the empress. Her beautiful body was mercilessly thrown onto the cold ground.
Liu Ziye, his eyes bloodshot, pounced on her, biting her pink nipple. As the woman's expression of pain appeared,
a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Ziye's mouth.
The woman's pain fueled Ziye's vengeful pleasure. To make his revenge even more thorough, he guided his
angry, erect penis to her dry vagina and thrust it in forcefully.
"Oh..." As soon as his penis entered, the dry vagina rubbed against his penis painfully, but he didn't care. He
knew Shangguan Xue'er was in even more pain than he was, and he couldn't bring himself to enjoy sex with her.
The lack of lubrication made his large penis feel like it was being plunged into scorching cement; each friction against her dry vagina
, the unbearable heat and pain, sent chills down his spine.
The woman, the Empress, stared at each other, both gritting their teeth.
Shangguan Xue'er, caught in the throes of this tragedy, looked innocently at her crazed husband. She couldn't understand how
the Emperor, who had just been so tender and affectionate, could transform into a vicious wolf, completely disregarding her feelings.
Her body ached as if it were being crushed; even worse, her swollen,
red vulva was being mercilessly violated by the man. A trickle of fluid oozed from her dry passage with each violent penetration—she knew very well that the hot fluid wasn't lubrication, but bright red
blood!
The loveless, heartless intercourse continued for a long time, the stubborn man and woman staring at each other.
Until neither could endure the excruciating pain any longer, Ziye withdrew his wounded penis.
"Why?"
The heart-wrenching question reached Ziye's ears, and he felt an urge to unleash a torrent of curses. But seeing
the tears streaming down her beautiful face, and clinging to his last vestiges of male dignity, he decided against speaking of it, choosing instead to
bury this unbearable memory forever deep within his heart.
Abandoning his urge to vent his anger, Liu Ziye felt utterly exhausted.
Shangguan Xue'er, sensing the Emperor's exhaustion, endured her own pain and urged him, "Your Majesty, please have some water..."
Her kindness was met with a heartless wave of his hand. The bowl on the table was overturned, shattering into pieces
.
Without a word of comfort, the callous man left the woman behind and stormed out.
Watching the emperor's retreating figure, Shangguan Xue'er realized the excruciating pain in her lower body. Crystalline tears streamed down her face,
unsure whether they were for the pain or for Ziye's fate. She stared blankly ahead, still unable to
understand. Where had she gone wrong?
Running out of the imperial study, Liu Ziye felt utterly humiliated for the first time since his ascension to the throne. Why had
he, who held all power, tolerated this wanton woman? Killing her, deposing her, would have been so easy with his authority.
The emperor, who had once looked down on everything, ran wildly, not knowing where he was going.
The naked man, not knowing where he should go, ran madly through the palace grounds.
The women and concubines in the palace, seeing his naked body, all covered their faces and knelt, crying out in shame and fear, "Long live the Emperor!"
The crazed man ran, laughing wildly, until he was exhausted and panting heavily. At that moment, a melodious and poignant zither tune
reached his ears, carrying a hint of sorrow and a hint of sadness, mirroring his own feelings—like
a wanderer in a foreign land.
Ziye's heart gradually calmed down.
Why would someone of such high status and wealth, a member of the imperial palace, play such a mournful melody
?
With Ziye's arrival, everything became clear.
The zither player was the former Crown Princess, whom Ziye had raped. Her husband had died tragically beside her, and her life's purity
had been destroyed in the process. She had originally wanted to die to wash away the shame she had suffered, but her life and death were not in her own hands.
The man who had forcibly raped her had said before he left that if she died, her family would be implicated.
Unable even to die, her heart filled with despair and bitterness, she thought of the former crown prince's kindness and her own wretched
fate. With a sigh, she touched her zither and played mournful notes to soothe her soul.
Little did she know that her outpouring would only attract the fleeing wolves.
Liu Ziye followed the music across a fairyland garden in full bloom. Passing by strangely beautiful rocky hills, white
reflections were imprinted in the gentle blue pond. The zither music stopped, sensing the arrival of an uninvited guest.
The strings snapped. The woman stared blankly at the broken string, tears streaming down her
face. The devil had appeared before her! She had no choice but to kneel gracefully at the feet of the powerful man,
calling out in utter humility, "Long live the Emperor!"
To this timid and weak woman, Ziye's desire to conquer burned away, completely forgetting the wound inflicted on his lower body. He stepped forward
and embraced Consort Hui.
Realizing the man's intentions, she cried out, "Your Majesty, no!" When she saw his naked body, a blush rose
on her cheeks, and her white head bowed shyly. A
look of melancholy filled her eyes; she must be thinking of the deceased Zi Cong! A surge of resentment rose within her, and
his large hand reached into her bosom without restraint, roughly squeezing her soft breasts.
The woman knew that before a demon, nothing she said or did would matter, for he held
the power of life and death over the world. Her own death was insignificant, but her mother, father, and all her family—thinking of this, she struggled futilely for a few moments before
gently closing her eyes.
After the woman gave up resisting, Liu Ziye picked her up and placed her on a bench in the pavilion.
Gazing at her delicate, red lips, Ziye lowered his head and savored them before slowly stripping away her clothes
, revealing her flawless, white body.
Facing a submissive woman, Liu Ziye
rubbed his erect and battered penis between her soft vulva, finally enduring the pain and gritting his teeth before inserting it.
This time, the man's intrusion was different from usual; his penis was still thick, but ice-cold, like
an animal about to die. Sensing the abnormality, she looked up in shock and saw Ziye's deathly pale
face.
From his expression, she could sense the pain he was experiencing… She lowered her head to steal a glance, and what she saw there was
horrifying.
There, his thick penis was lewdly penetrating her body, its seemingly magnificent surface concealing countless
wounds. The exposed part of his penis was broken in many places. Crimson blood still flowed around it, and with each insertion
into her flesh, she could feel the penis groaning deep within her uterus.
Seeing this, the kind woman forgot she was the victim. Overwhelmed by tenderness, she forgot
the pain the stubborn man had caused her. She gently grasped his penis with her small hand, softly keeping it outside her vagina.
"Hmm… what are you doing?"
The woman ignored his question, silently moving her body back, slowly pulling his penis out of her vagina
. Seeing her actions, he felt insulted. The woman he wanted dared to refuse!
The Emperor's dignity could not be disregarded by such a lowly woman.
Just as his anger flared, the woman suddenly knelt down, her small mouth gently licking his penis.
The cool saliva, applied to the injured area, instantly erased the burning pain, replaced by an
indescribable pleasure.
Under her gentle care, Ziye couldn't help but moan, "Oh…" He watched the woman intently sucking his penis
, her lips always lightly brushing against the injured area, her pink, delicate tongue gently curling around his penis, the scarlet
glans being lightly touched by her teeth.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Zi Ye could no longer control the throbbing in his lower body. His glans began to ejaculate, the clear
liquid shooting into the woman's mouth. As it began to flow, the woman swallowed it with difficulty, for the emperor
's semen could not be spilled on the ground.
Seeing the woman's discomfort, Liu Zi Ye withdrew his penis, the remaining semen splattering onto the woman
's face and red lips.
It was all over. The woman lowered her head, straightening her clothes.
Liu Zi Ye embraced her soft body and slowly
walked towards the end of the waterside pavilion, towards Consort Hui's Huixin Pavilion. He slept peacefully that night. He hadn't made love to the woman, but instead had continuously used his skin to
feel her tenderness, caressing her delicate skin all night until he felt exhausted and
relaxed, then he lay on her chest and drifted off to sleep.
Consort Hui comforted the sleeping man in her arms, her eyes fixed on the top of the silk canopy, asking herself: Why was she so concerned for the man who killed 　　 her 　　 husband? 　　 She
hated him, yet she couldn't bear to see him suffer. "Splat..." Cool liquid splashed 　　 onto 　　her chest.
This... Looking at Ziye's wide-open mouth, with something in the corner 　　of his mouth... ********** ... 　　 "Tiger, how dare you be so bold, in broad daylight...aren't you afraid your father will see you?" 　　 "Hehe...Father was transferred to guard the palace gate today, he can only come home once every seven days!" " 　　 You transferred your father to guard the gate, he can only come home once every seven days. You don't want your mother to live a widow's life!" 　　 Hearing this, Zhao Huxin became excited, and the strength in his hand holding her breast increased. Dugu Zihong 　　cried out in slight pain: "Ouch...you brat, can't you be a little gentler?" 　　 "I won't be gentle, I'll be strong!" Saying this, he picked up his mother and walked towards the bed. 　　 "You little beast, put me down!" 　　 Zhao Huxin chuckled and said: "Bear with it, I'll put you down right away!" He walked to the bedside, threw his mother onto the bed 　　, and then pounced on her. 　　 "Slow down...the clothes are going to tear." 　　 "If they're torn, we'll buy new ones!" Then came the sound of clothes tearing, mixed with the man's panting and the woman's moans. 　　 The two naked bodies quickly merged together, the mother and son rolling in a ball, the man on top, the woman on the bottom, pressing and 　　squeezing, their thighs tightly connected, the powerful black penis thrusting inside the wet, lustful opening. 　　 After changing positions several times, the mother and son finally reached orgasm together. 　　 After the orgasm, Zhao Hu continued to leave his penis inside his mother, enjoying the pleasurable sensation from the uterine walls. 　　Seeing her son like this, Dugu Zihong could only let him be, but the feeling of being constantly penetrated was very uncomfortable for her 　　. She would occasionally shift her buttocks to create some space in her vagina containing the penis, letting out some lustful fluid, which made her feel much better. 　　 "Mother, why does the Emperor especially value people like us?" 　　 "What?" Dugu Zihong looked at her son in confusion. 　　 Zhao Hu grabbed and squeezed his mother's breasts while shifting his thighs to change the position of his penis. After a few turns 　　, Dugu Zihong changed from being pressed down on top to being behind him, so that he could both insert his penis into her vagina 　　and touch her breasts. 　　 "The Emperor highly values Ziqiu, bestowing upon him the title of Prince Tianxiao." 　　 Hearing this, Dugu Zihong trembled with excitement, ignoring her son's forceful pinching of her breasts, and blurted out, 　　"A prince of the highest rank?" 　　 The mother's excitement caused her vagina to contract, her penis instantly feeling tightly enveloped and squeezed. 　　Zhao Hu felt a tingling sensation in his glans inside her uterus. To avoid ejaculating, he began to slowly thrust. 　　 "And he also committed incest with his own mother. Why does the Emperor want people like us?" Hearing that Ziqiu 　　had also committed incest with his mother, Dugu Zihong fell silent. Seeing that his mother couldn't answer, Zhao Hu stopped asking and focused on 　　enjoying the overflowing vaginal fluids. 　　 ****************************** 　　 The sky was dark, the sunset like blood. Gazing at the twilight through the small window, the scenery mirrored his current 　　state of mind. Everything that had happened in the Imperial Study resurfaced in his mind, like a nightmare. 　　 Remembering her own infidelity, she forgave Ziye's rudeness today. At this moment, Shangguan Xue sighed deeply; she 　　had no right to blame or resent Ziye. 　　 Three years ago, she had no right to blame him either. Thinking of that incident, pearl-like tears streamed down her face. 　　 The scenery before her blurred, the blood-red sunset obscured by a thick mist. 　　 Just as she was lost in thought, a soft sigh came from behind her! That sigh contained pity, tenderness, and familial 　　affection. 　　 From that sigh, Shangguan Xue guessed who it was. To avoid worrying her, she quickly wiped 　　her eyes, making sure there were no tears, before turning around with a sweet smile. 　　 "Mother, you've come!" 　　 Although her smile was so sweet, her swollen eyes and pale face told the whole truth. 　　The woman in the yellow palace dress embraced the frail woman with heartache. 　　 "Poor child! Who has bullied you again? Tell me what's wronged you, and I will stand up for you 　　!" The noblewoman gently stroked Shangguan Xue'er's cloud-like hair. 　　 "Mother, oh!..." Under the Empress Dowager's loving and tender comfort, Shangguan Xue'er could no longer control her emotions. Tears 　　streamed down her face like broken pearls, falling onto the woman's chest 　　as she cried out in heart-wrenching sorrow . 　　 Infected by Shangguan Xue'er's distress, the Empress Dowager's eyes also welled up with tears. She patted the Empress's trembling, 　　sharp shoulders and guessed, "Did Ziye bully you? Don't be afraid, I'll go and teach her a lesson." 　　 She then tried to get up, but Shangguan Xue'er quickly grabbed the Empress Dowager's sash. Her heart 　　opened wide under the Empress Dowager's loving care, and she was speechless for a moment. 　　 Just those few words, "No...no," 　　 It must be that Ziye bullied her, yet the child still protected him, tenderly wiping away her glistening tears: "Child 　　, don't be sad. I'll go and get justice for you. Today, I'll teach that unfilial beast a lesson." 　　 Looking at her enraged mother, Shangguan Xue'er grabbed her leg, "Mother, don't blame Ziye, it's my fault 　　!" 　　 Dugu Ziqing understood the Empress's meaning of "I'm sorry." The Empress Dowager, remembering her painful past, laughed loudly, "Heavens 　　! What kind of world is this? Why is it always us (women) who are wrong?" Watching the Empress Dowager laugh and question the heavens, 　　Shangguan Xue'er's thoughts returned to three years ago. 　　 Amidst the envious gazes of others, she married the current Crown Prince, the future Emperor. 　　 Although Liu Ziye was the Crown Prince, he always put her first in his heart, and regarding her words...

He always listened to her advice. After they got together, Liu Ziye's tightly closed heart opened, and smiles often appeared on the lonely
prince's face.
The most beautiful memories were of the two childhood sweethearts embracing on the grass, watching the beautiful sunset together until
dusk. Then, they would kiss and cuddle on the big bed, and then… just thinking about it made
her blush.
Ziye knew she liked swinging, so he personally set one up under a small tree in the yard in the middle of the night.
When she woke up the next day, seeing Ziye, exhausted and covered in grime, tears
welled in her eyes. But then that naughty boy was rubbing his face against hers, naturally resulting in a beating.
All the beauty shattered in an instant, the cruel reality forever etched into her heart.
On a cool morning, Ziye went to listen to the Grand Tutor's teachings, while the bored girl naturally swung on
the swing under the small tree, her little legs kicking, feeling as if she were floating on clouds. That feeling made her instantly forget Ziye's absence, forget
her loneliness, and a cheerful smile radiated from her youthful face.
Her joyful laughter was as melodious as dripping spring water. The swing swayed, her long skirt fluttering in the wind, occasionally
revealing her jade-like little feet, delicate and easily held in one hand. Her slender, white fingers, as delicate as snow and as graceful as jade shoots, all fell into one person
's eyes. He gazed at the happy girl, his large, bell-like eyes filled with desire and longing.
A seductive voice lured the panting man. "Such a pure and beautiful woman, why does Your Majesty
hesitate?"
Though burning with lust, the man replied, "What do you know? She is Ziye's wife, and also the Crown Princess
!"
"What Crown Princess? What Ziye's woman? You are the Emperor, everything in the world is yours. If you don't
enjoy her, it would be a pity!" The alluring woman persuaded him while stroking his body
. She knew this man; he was a beast, and all the benevolence and morality he had just spoken of were empty words.
She also knew who the girl was—the Crown Princess. Let the Emperor ravage her, and then history would repeat itself. Her
son could become the fourth Crown Prince.
Soft jade hands deliberately touched sensitive areas, each movement igniting desire and bestiality. The beast's
eyes glared fiercely at the girl dancing in the wind, his erect lustful fantasies of the young and beautiful woman beneath him
begging for his favor.
To hell with all ethics and morality, the old emperor strode towards the graceful
girl without hesitation.
Inhaling the fragrance of the surrounding flowers and remembering the promise he made to Ziye the previous night, the girl, lost in a dream,
closed her eyes, her light body swaying with the swing.
The swing suddenly stopped, and only then did she notice her husband's father beside her. Filled with boundless
reverence and fear, Shangguan Xue'er was about to get off and pay her respects.
The man's strong hands lewdly pressed down on her shoulders, a hypocritical smile plastered on his veneer of kindness:
"Crown Princess, no need for formalities. Seeing you having fun, I've joined in." His words were sanctimonious, but his actions were utterly despicable
. His lewd hands gently roamed over her delicate shoulders, brazenly touching the girl's tender skin.
The strange behavior made Shangguan Xue'er blush. "Father," she said, gently pushing her shoulders away.
The slight struggle and shy blush only fueled the old emperor's lust. His hand abruptly moved to the
small buttocks he had been staring at for so long, and he pushed her away.
This rude act caused Shangguan Xue'er to cry out in
surprise. Shangguan Xue'er's rosy cheeks and her delicate, panicked appearance stirred the old emperor's heart, instantly arousing his lust.
Disregarding his imperial dignity, he pushed the swing up.
As the swing fell, the shameless old emperor seized the opportunity to slip his hand under the girl's buttocks, his lewd fingers
rubbing and kneading the Crown Princess's tender, full vulva through her long skirt.
After this lewd teasing, he forcefully pushed the swing back, suspending Shangguan Xue'er in the air.
Enraged and ashamed by the Emperor's shameless act, Shangguan Xue'er, in a fit of indignation, leaped from the air
, disregarding her own safety. The excessive leap caused her to fall to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her heel. She tried to stand several times, but the intense pain
forced her to fall back onto the grass.
The old Emperor slowly approached. Facing the approaching beast, Shangguan Xue'er struggled to move backward
, her injured body dragging her long dress as she slowly retreated.
The delicate girl pleaded desperately, constantly reminding herself that she was his son's wife.
All her pleas were in vain. The decrepit Emperor shamelessly persuaded her, saying that if he didn't speak of it,
and she didn't speak of it, no one would know. He even promised her a large sum of money and fascinating treasures.
Shangguan Xue'er refused the Emperor's advances without hesitation. Her chastity and refusal only earned her the old Emperor
's wrath. He ruthlessly threatened the girl with Liu Ziye's future and life; if the affair were exposed
, the Crown Prince's fate would either be deposed or death.
For the sake of indulging in bestial lust, the life of a crown prince and the bond between father and son were utterly useless. Watching
the emperor's grotesque behavior, a smug smile played on the lips of a seductive woman hidden in the shadows. The man skillfully pinned the lonely
, helpless girl to the ground; her pitiful cries sounded almost melodious.
White fragments scattered on the grass, fluttering in the wind. The man's ugly body was completely naked. Demon and angel
, the alluring woman turned around, listening intently.
"Ah!" A pitiful scream mingled with the old emperor's satisfied gasps, proving his goal had been achieved.
After the storm, only Shangguan Xue'er remained on the green grass, her body covered in bruises and
the shame lingering between her legs, her eyes devoid of tears, filled with sorrow. Her snow-white naked body slowly crawled towards the crown prince's palace, until she reached
the flower-strewn pool.
Her frail body immersed in the water, the cool water unable to wash away the burning pain in her heart. She had contemplated suicide, but
the old emperor not only left behind foul-smelling fluids, but also uttered a sentence: if she died or the crown prince found out,
Ziye's fate would be either deposed or death.
For his sake, she couldn't die; she had to continue satisfying that aging lecher.
Later, the debauched lecher not only possessed her body but also took her to Ziye's mother's palace, in front of...
She was being defiled by her husband in front of her mother-in-law, and... the lewd scene... the old man with a full beard shamelessly licked her labia, and upon hearing her own instinctive cries, his excited penis thrust wildly inside 　　 Empress
Dowager Dugu's vagina.

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