[Fantasy Three Kingdoms] (Part 1)

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(I) City Falls, Home Destroyed
"Oh no! Oh no! The bandits have broken into the mansion!"
"Take all the valuables, kill all the men, and take the beautiful women too!"
"Yellow Turban rebels! I'll fight you to the death!"
The noise outside was deafening. Fang Ziyu felt a pair of soft, delicate hands gently patting his cheeks
, while a gentle voice called out anxiously.
His head throbbed, and he struggled to sit up, still groggy.
Fang Ziyu was just eighteen, the son of Fang Ping, the richest man in Youzhou. He was handsome, with a face like jade and eyes like bright stars, a truly
dashing young man.
Normally, he only enjoyed a few drinks, but tonight, on his wedding night, overwhelmed by the congratulations from relatives and friends, and having married
a beautiful wife, he was in high spirits and drank himself into a stupor for the first time.
"Husband, husband, wake up!"
Fang Ziyu finally opened his eyes and saw his wife, Huangfu Yue.
Huangfu Yue was seventeen years old, a year younger than Fang Ziyu. With skin as smooth as jade, bright eyes, and white teeth,
she was truly a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm. Huangfu Yue's family was a renowned and prestigious clan in Luoyang; she was a lady of high birth and
a perfect match for Fang Ziyu.
However, her face was pale at this moment.
"Wife, what is wrong?"
Fang Ziyu jolted awake.
It was late at night, and Fang Ziyu didn't know how long he had slept, but he saw flames outside the window, and heard cries and shouts
of battle, knowing that something terrible had happened in the manor.
Huangfu Yue clung tightly to her newlywed husband, her frail body trembling slightly.
"I...I don't know either. When I woke up, it was already like this outside. Husband, Yue'er is very scared."
Fang Ziyu was equally anxious. He gently patted his wife's delicate shoulder and said, "Wife, don't be afraid. Let me go out and see."
He quickly got out of bed and had just put on his outer robe when the door was suddenly pushed open.
The two of them were startled at the same time. A servant with bloodstains on his clothes stumbled and
crawled into the room, saying in a panic, "Young master, the city has fallen! The Yellow Turban rebels killed Governor Guo and Prefect Liu, and now
they have stormed into the mansion. Master was just killed by the rebels! Young master, young mistress, run for your lives!"
"What! My father..."
Fang Ziyu felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Huangfu Yue's face turned pale, all color drained from her eyes.
"Where are Uncle Wang and Guard Li?"
Uncle Wang, whom Fang Ziyu referred to, was the head guard of their household. He had served
Fang Ziyu since he was a child, and his martial arts skills were superb. Guard Li, on the other hand, was young, but his Cold Star Blade Technique
was renowned even in Youzhou.
These two were the most skilled martial artists in the household.
A servant said sadly, "Guard Li unfortunately sacrificed himself just now, and Head Guard Wang is currently being held up by twenty or thirty bandits
. He probably won't last much longer."
"Young Master, there are horses in the backyard. Please take the young mistress and escape!"
The servant hurriedly reminded him, seeing that his young master seemed terrified.
Fang Ziyu, his face pale, hurriedly led his young wife to the backyard. Huangfu Yue usually didn't leave her room and
didn't know how to ride. Fang Ziyu told her to hold on tight, and with a heart full of despair and helplessness, before the Yellow Turban bandits
reached the backyard, he whipped the horse hard and fled for their lives through the back door.
Escaping the Fang family mansion, they found the dark streets in complete chaos.
The Yellow Turban rebels, upon entering the city, began burning, killing, and looting. Residents, families in tow, desperately fled the city. Leaving
aside those killed by the rebels, countless others were trampled to death in the chaos under the cover of night
. The tragedy was unparalleled.
Meanwhile, Fang Ziyu, fleeing the streets with his young wife, rode swiftly, quickly reaching the city's outskirts.
But thinking of his parents, brutally murdered by the Yellow Turban rebels, and the uncertain future, grief overwhelmed him, and tears streamed down his face
.
Outside the city, Fang Ziyu was lost, unsure where to go. His wife, clinging tightly to him, was terrified and
disoriented. They could only follow the fleeing people, going wherever the tide took them.
That night, fortunately, the Yellow Turban rebels did not pursue them. The horse followed the refugee caravan all night, and by the next morning
, Fang Ziyu, exhausted and hungry after a night of fleeing,
found the official road, usually bustling with vendors selling steamed buns and mantou, deserted, presumably due to
news of the Yellow Turban rebellion's attack on Youzhou.
Just then, a commotion erupted ahead.
A group of refugees suddenly turned and ran back. Looking out from his horse, Fang Ziyu saw a group of
men with yellow turbans on their heads, wielding swords, spears, and clubs—no fewer than three or four hundred in number—bloodily slaughtering the fleeing refugees
.
Fang Ziyu, a young master from a noble family, had never witnessed such a horrific scene, and cold sweat poured down his back. He told
his wife to hold on tight and spurred his horse towards a side road on the official road.
The official road was no longer safe, and Fang Ziyu didn't know where the side road led, but at this point, he couldn't worry about that;
survival was paramount.
Fang Ziyu spurred his horse and galloped for two or three miles until they reached a bamboo grove. The horse, carrying the two of them, had been running all
day, and was now panting heavily. Seeing that it was about to give up, Fang Ziyu said, "Wife,
the horse is exhausted. Let's get off."
Seeing that Huangfu Yue agreed, Fang Ziyu dismounted first and then carefully helped her down.
Fang Ziyu led the horse by the reins and walked for another mile or two through the bamboo grove. His wife, being delicate, gradually slowed her steps
. Fang Ziyu then said, "Wife, there's a large rock ahead. Let's rest there."
Huangfu Yue softly hummed in agreement.
On the rock, Huangfu Yue saw her husband's sorrowful and bewildered face. Though her heart was also filled with grief, she was not as
weak as she appeared. She comforted him, saying, "My husband, don't be too sad. The Yellow Turban
rebels have committed countless crimes and are utterly devoid of conscience. The murder of my family and the suffering of the people who have been displaced will surely be avenged by heroes. Now that Youzhou has fallen, we
should try to find a way to go to Luoyang. My father and mother have always loved me dearly. I will find a way to persuade them to let you take charge of
a portion of the family business."
After a long while, Fang Ziyu finally came to his senses. He turned around, took Huangfu Yue's hands in his, and gently embraced her
, saying, "To have such a wife is truly a blessing earned through ten lifetimes of good deeds."
Huangfu Yue blushed. Although they were married in name only, they had not yet consummated their marriage. Her husband's
intimate gesture made her heart pound.
On the day Fang Ziyu and his father visited the Nangong family, she had secretly fallen for this handsome young man
. Later, when the Fang family came to propose marriage, she said she would follow her parents' arrangements, but in her heart, she was overjoyed.
If it weren't for the chaos of the world, their marriage would have been a perfect match. After
resting for about the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, suddenly more than a dozen figures emerged from the depths of the bamboo forest.
"Ha, Brother, you're absolutely right! Sure enough, some fat sheep are coming this way."
The speaker was a man around thirty years old, carrying a gleaming longsword. A dozen or so figures emerged together
, each looking fierce and menacing.
Fang Ziyu and Huangfu Yue, upon seeing the yellow turbans on the men's foreheads, both paled simultaneously.
Yellow Turban rebels!
"Wife, let's go quickly!"
Fang Ziyu grabbed his wife's hand, intending to run towards the horses a dozen paces away.
However, they had only run a few steps when a flash of white light appeared before their eyes.
A gleaming longsword, thrown with tremendous force, had pierced their path
, embedding itself more than ten inches into the soil, the hilt wobbling from the impact.
Fang Ziyu's face turned pale; staring at the longsword, fear filled his eyes.
"Keep running! Why did you stop? Take another step, and I guarantee I'll give you a white knife in and a red knife
out!"
Another burly man said menacingly. "Turn around for me!"
Fang Ziyu turned around almost instinctively.
The eyes of the group of burly men opposite him suddenly lit up.
The man who had thrown the long knife earlier even had a lewd look in his eyes: "Brother, this woman is quite beautiful..."
The leader, a tall and thin man named Li Nan, was the most skilled in martial arts among them. Just now, from
dozens of feet away, his extraordinary eyesight had allowed him to clearly see the woman's appearance, so he secretly gave
the order to capture her alive.
He glanced at the crowd around him, understanding their thoughts, and smirked, saying,
"Everyone gets a share. No one is allowed to take anything. When you capture this woman, remember to be gentle, understand?"
"Understood, brother."
"We'll take good care of this woman, don't worry, brother."
As soon as Li Nan gave the order, the group excitedly rushed forward.
Three burly men were the first to reach the two women, thinking to themselves, "Good heavens! "
Even from afar, the woman appeared charming and graceful. But upon closer inspection, they realized her features
were exquisite, her beauty unparalleled, a true gem. The three men couldn't resist her allure, and their six hands
simultaneously tried to take advantage of Huangfu Yue.
"You scoundrels, what do you want to do to my wife!"
Fang Ziyu was furious, when suddenly he felt a chill on his neck as a cold, long knife was pressed against it.
"Move an inch, and I won't care if your head falls to the ground!"
Huangfu Yue, her face pale, screamed and used all her strength to push away the large hands of the men in front of her.
Their stench made her want to vomit.
"This woman is resisting fiercely. If we don't teach her a lesson, she really won't take us seriously."
A burly man glared with menacing eyes, rolled up his sleeve, and slapped Huangfu Yue across the face,
leaving a bright red handprint on her delicate right cheek.
Huangfu Yue, outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, felt the burning pain of the slap only fueling her resistance
. She knew that surrendering now would lead to a miserable end.
But how could a weak woman be a match for three large men? Seeing her hands captured, she looked helplessly
at her husband.
Upon seeing him, Huangfu Yue froze.
Fang Ziyu was surrounded by two burly men, two knives held to his neck, one in front and one behind. The two men
watched his reaction with amusement, like cats toying with mice. To Huangfu Yue's disbelief, under their intimidation, her husband's
legs trembled uncontrollably, and his groin was soaked.
He had actually wet himself.
Huangfu Yue looked at her husband, whose face was as handsome as jade, and felt utterly disappointed by his cowardly and incompetent behavior
.
The Yellow Turban rebels treated human life like dirt; the two of them, now in their hands, would hardly have a good end. If there was no hope of escape,
she had already secretly planned to bite off her tongue and commit suicide. She believed her husband understood this as well.
But she never imagined that her husband was so incompetent at heart.
Huangfu Yue didn't expect her husband to be as brave and powerful as a hero, but at the very least, he should be a man, upright and
strong.
Huangfu Yue turned her head away, unwilling to look at her husband's clumsy and incompetent appearance any longer. She seemed to have lost all strength, unwilling
to resist any longer, and secretly prepared to commit suicide.
Not far away, Li Nan, seeing his men easily succeed, was quite pleased and was about to order his men to bring the two
over when the sound of horses' hooves approached.
Li Nan turned around and his heart skipped a beat.
A caravan of about thirty people slowly emerged from the bamboo forest. In the center of the caravan was a carriage,
with four riders at the front and back. Surprisingly, on horseback were eight pretty young
women dressed as maids. At the very front of the caravan were more than ten young men leading the way. Some carried long knives, others swords, and all of them
had sharp eyes, clearly skilled in martial arts.
Li Nan was wary of these seemingly capable young men.
A slender, fair hand gently drew back the curtain, revealing
the face of a young woman whose face was completely veiled from the nose down. When her long, narrow phoenix eyes, enough to captivate any man's soul, fell
upon Huangfu Yue, who was being entangled by three Yellow Turban bandits nearly a hundred feet away, those eyes immediately lit up.
"Eh!"
On the other side, Li Nan saw that the group ahead suddenly spurred a horse and turned back towards the carriage.
Wanting to avoid any unnecessary complications, Li Nan gestured to his subordinates, preparing to leave.
Chen Qi rode his horse to the carriage, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "What are your orders, Grand Palace Master?"
A charming and melodious voice reached Chen Qi's ears.
"Order the guards to rescue the two people being bullied by bandits ahead. Especially the girl; if she loses even a single
hair, I will hold you all responsible."
Chen Qi's heart tightened.
"Yes, Grand Palace Master!"
After Chen Qi left, another soft and gentle voice suddenly came from inside the carriage.
"Sister, these people all have yellow turbans on their heads; they seem to be members of the Yellow Turban Army. Right now, our most important task is to return to
Yizhou before the date set by Master. Wouldn't it be bad to create unnecessary trouble?"
The speaker was another young woman with a veil covering her face, but the half of her face that was visible was
truly breathtakingly beautiful. Unlike the woman in the carriage whom she called her elder sister, who exuded elegance
, her elder sister was alluring. Even with
only half their faces visible, both women were breathtakingly beautiful.
Hearing her younger sister's words, the elder sister gently pulled back the curtain.
"Sister, look!"
A surprised voice suddenly came from inside the carriage.
"Ah, this younger sister is truly captivating! I understand what you mean, elder sister; Master will surely be very pleased."
"I never expected such an unexpected gain before returning to Yizhou," the elder sister's gentle voice revealed
deep joy.
But then, her tone changed. Looking at the Yellow Turban rebels outside the curtains, she gave a huff: "
Zhang Jiao, the founder of the Yellow Turban Army, who cultivated the *Taiping Jing* and whose Daoist skills were already highly accomplished, is one of the few
people in the world whom Master fears. When the Yellow Turban Army was first established, they distributed the wealth they looted to the people. But as time went on,
many in the army began to harbor rebellious thoughts, and many even degenerated into bandits, committing all sorts of atrocities. These people in front of me
are among them."
"Fortunately, our Xiyao Palace is far away in the Eastern Sea, unaffected by the rebellion. Alas, it's just a pity for the
innocent people of the Central Plains."
"Sister isn't worried about the rebellion. According to Master, shortly after Zhang Jiao founded the Yellow Turban Army, he became obsessed with
Taoist alchemy, seeking a way to achieve immortality. But looking at emperors throughout history, which one could transcend life and death? Even with the mastery of the '
Charming Maiden Secret Technique,' one of the two treasured scriptures of our Xi Yao Palace, one could only achieve eternal youth, extending
lifespan by twenty or thirty years compared to ordinary people—that was the limit. Zhang Jiao's last public appearance was half a year ago. Master
said that at that time, he personally killed a thousand-legged poisonous centipede from Kunlun Mountain, intending to take its heart for an elixir."
Before she could finish speaking, her younger sister let out a soft cry.
"Ah, the Thousand-Legged Poisonous Centipede is over three zhang long and weighs over a thousand jin, yet it is incredibly fast and its entire body is extremely poisonous;
an ordinary person would die instantly upon contact. Such a terrifying beast is no match for Zhang Jiao; no wonder even Master is wary
of him."
The elder sister sneered. "His martial arts are indeed very high, but the Thousand-Legged Poisonous Centipede's heart is a hundred times more poisonous than its flesh. Zhang Jiao actually
extracted it for his elixir; he's truly gone mad with a desire for immortality. If he actually takes the refined elixir, he will surely die. Then
, without Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turban Army will be like a tiger without claws, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Even with Zhang Liang, Huangfu
Song, and others, they still cannot escape their fate of destruction. What I worry about is that due to the influence of the Yellow Turban Rebellion,
many places in the Central Plains are now divided into warlord states. I fear that great chaos will soon follow."
The younger sister sighed deeply, seemingly thinking of the people being displaced, speechless.
On the other side, Huangfu Yue, captured by three Yellow Turban bandits, had given up resisting. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and she was preparing
to bite her tongue and commit suicide before being humiliated.
Unexpectedly, the bandits in front of her suddenly released her, and moments later, the sounds of fighting came from ahead.
Huangfu Yue opened her eyes and saw that, somehow, more than a dozen young warriors had appeared before her, each possessing superb
martial arts skills, charging on horseback with great imposing presence.
In contrast, the Yellow Turban bandits opposite her were overwhelmed and fought off in a sorry state. In an instant,
three bandits were killed. Soon, the leader of the opposing group let out a roar, and the bandits desperately fled from the bamboo forest,
leaving behind several corpses.
Huangfu Yue, having survived the ordeal, was filled with mixed emotions. She glanced at her husband not far away and noticed his pale face
; he was limp from the bloody battle they had just witnessed. She stepped forward and bowed gracefully to the crowd, saying, "Thank
you, brave warriors. I have no way to repay your life-saving grace."
The beauty and elegance of this young woman before him rivaled even the two palace mistresses; she was truly a peerless
beauty, the likes of which Chen Qi had never seen before.
When her beautiful eyes fell upon him, Chen Qi felt his heart pounding.
He quickly clasped his hands in a salute, saying, "Miss, you needn't be so polite. I was merely following our palace mistress's instructions.
If you wish to thank someone, thank our palace mistress. Oh, our palace mistress is here."
Only then did Huangfu Yue notice a carriage slowly approaching from behind. At the same time, she noticed that the group of valiant young
men were now lined up in two rows, each with an extremely respectful expression.
Fang Ziyu on the other side had already stood up. Huangfu Yue hesitated for a moment, then finally went over to help her
husband.
Fang Ziyu looked at his young wife, remembering how he had wet himself in fear, and dared not resist in the slightest. His face flushed with
shame, he said, "Wife, I..."
Huangfu Yue, however, remained silent, her words hesitant, seemingly oblivious to her husband's unease.
At this moment, two graceful figures alighted from the carriage.
"Yue'er thanks you two sisters for saving my life."
Huangfu Yue was not slighted by the veils on the women's faces; she was genuinely grateful for their timely
assistance.
The more alluring of the two women stepped forward and said, "Sister, you needn't be so polite. The Yellow Turban rebels have committed countless evils
; everyone has the right to kill them. Someone as blessed with the spirit of heaven and earth as you, sister, would never allow the rebels to succeed."
She continued, "May I ask where you are from, sister?"
Huangfu Yue then gave a brief account of her background. When she mentioned that she had just married into the wealthy Fang family of Youzhou, the Yellow Turban rebels...
As they stormed into the city, the two sisters exchanged a glance, each already having a plan in mind.
At that moment, the elder sister said, "It's not that I want to discourage you, but Youzhou is more than a thousand miles from Luoyang
. Right now, the Yellow Turban Rebellion is causing chaos everywhere, and many parts of the Central Plains are in turmoil. The journey is extremely dangerous. If it were just one person,
I could barely send a few skilled guards to protect you. But I have my husband with me, and my
strength is limited, so I can't send any more men."
Fang Ziyu's face paled, and as he pondered what to do, he heard his wife's gentle voice.
"In that case, I implore you, elder sister, to send a few heroes to escort my husband to Luoyang."
Fang Ziyu's face immediately changed. "Wife, what about you?"
Huangfu Yue glanced at her husband, then turned to the two women and said, "I wonder if Yue'er could accompany you two elder sisters?"
The elder sister happily grasped Huangfu Yue's small hand and said, "Why not? I'd be overjoyed.
As for your husband, I assure you, I will ensure his safe arrival in Luoyang."
"In that case, Yue'er thanks you, elder sister."
Fang Ziyu's face had turned deathly pale. He had a gut feeling that Huangfu Yue's actions were largely
due to his earlier incompetence, which had made her extremely disappointed in him.
Not only her, but the young guards who had saved him all looked at the wet patch between his legs
with disdain. These two veiled, fairy-like sisters before him had also not given
him a second glance. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of his cowardly performance.
At the same time, he felt even more resentful. Fine, since even Yue'er looked down on him, why should he accept help from others and
endure their cold stares? Anyway, the city was destroyed, and his home was gone. He might as well find an excuse
to send them away after they escorted him away; his life or death was none of their concern.
Just then, the Grand Palace Mistress Yao Mei, whom the guards had mentioned, sent three young and strong guards on horseback. Fang Ziyu
glanced at Huangfu Yue; this separation might last a long time, yet he noticed his wife's gaze
never fell on him.
Indignant, Fang Ziyu rode off on the same horse he had come on, without a word, without looking back.
The three guards followed closely behind.
Huangfu Yue saw that her husband's face was very unhappy as he left. Thinking back to their escape the previous night, and
how attentive he had been to her throughout the journey, she felt a pang of regret.
However, the thought of her husband's incompetence and the disdainful looks from those around her
made Huangfu Yue unable to accept the fact that she had married such a husband.
At that moment, the Second Palace Mistress, Yao Xing, approached, took her hand, and said, "Sister Yue'er, the journey to Yizhou is long
. Let's get in the carriage first and talk. We have something to tell you."

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