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The Legend of the Licentious Concubine: Zhao Min, Consort Yuan, Episodes 1-7 

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Author: torjjw
Reprinted from: (Bauhinia Love Affair) The Legend
of the Indecent Concubine - Zhao Min's
First Concubine Chapter 1
: The Intrigue of the Empress After Zhang Wuji established the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Cult gradually split into two major factions. One faction, led by Yang Xiao and other
high- , continued to dominate the martial arts world. The other faction, led by the leaders of the Ming Cult's rebel army, united with the literati and gradually seized control
of the government. After Zhang Wuji ascended the throne, remembering his own difficult childhood, he only
bestowed great honors upon the Wudang Sect, without bestowing any titles upon the other righteous sects. Seeing the Ming Cult's growing power and the Wudang Sect's neutrality, the five major sects were filled with anxiety. To restrain
the Ming Cult, the five major sects pleaded with Wudang to persuade Zhang Wuji to reinstate Zhou Zhiruo as Empress, allowing her
to oversee the martial arts sects as the Supreme Leader of Emei. Besides establishing an Empress, Zhang Wuji also took Zhao Min as his first concubine, but that will not
be discussed further.
After Zhou Zhiruo became Empress, seeing Zhang Wuji's daily infatuation with Zhao Min, and remembering the past grudge of Zhao Min stealing her husband, she
gradually grew increasingly jealous and resentful of Zhao Min, and the two palaces became increasingly hostile. Zhang Wuji initially wanted to treat
Zhou Zhiruo , she responded with indifference. Over time, even with the help of the Nine Yang Manual,
Zhang Wuji found it difficult to maintain an erection in front of Zhou Zhiruo. On the contrary, when he was with Zhao Min, not only did his libido
increase greatly , but Zhao Min was also quite open, allowing him to try all sorts of things. Zhang Wuji had always been fascinated by women's shoes and socks
. Zhou Zhiruo's feet didn't sweat much, and because she loved cleanliness, she washed her feet several times a day with mint water,
so even her worn socks only had a faint, fresh scent. Zhao Min, on the other hand, had sweaty feet.
When the martial world, and her socks had developed a strong, pleasant smell, which suited Zhang Wuji's taste perfectly.
Zhao Min even specially arranged a torture chamber in the inner palace, exactly
the same , so that Zhang Wuji could relive his unfulfilled dreams. Zhou Zhiruo saw that Zhang Wuji was
so captivated by Zhao Min's feet that he even needed to smell Zhao Min's discarded socks before he could have an erection,
which fueled her resentment towards Zhao Min.
One day, after hastily finishing some memorials in court, Zhang Wuji left the rest with Empress Zhou, offered
a few words of comfort, and hurriedly rushed to Zhao Min's inner palace. Watching Zhang Wuji's retreating figure, Zhou Zhiruo angrily pulled out her
phoenix hairpin, threw it on the ground, and trampled on it. Just as she was about to explode with anger, a young eunuch beside her steadied
her and bowed to Zhou Zhiruo, saying, "Your Majesty, if you are still furious with Consort Yuan, please do not be angry
. I have a plan that may relieve Your Majesty's worries."
"Hmm? What plan? That vile woman has the Emperor completely bewitched, and even I cannot touch her.
What method do you have? If it is useful, I will reward you handsomely," Zhou Zhiruo asked coldly. She vaguely remembered that this
young eunuch had entered the palace not long ago. Upon closer inspection,
she realized that it was actually her "ex-husband," Song Qingshu, in disguise. If the two had not spent some time together before, even she would not have recognized him. She knew that Song Qingshu was infatuated
with her and was currently being neglected. Seeing Song Qingshu appear before her, she knew that there must be more to the story
. She immediately took Song Qingshu back to the palace and dismissed everyone else. "Song Qingshu, what are you doing here to see me? Aren't you afraid of being
discovered?" "
Your Majesty, please rest assured, I am here to amuse you. Zhang Wuji is ignoring you now, so it must
have been a long time since you've experienced the feeling of being penetrated by a man. Although I disguised myself and infiltrated the palace, I wasn't
castrated From now on, if that scoundrel Zhang Wuji doesn't come, I will comfort you." Song Qingshu finished speaking and
lifted his hem, his large penis quickly rising.
"Don't do anything rash!" Zhou Zhiruo was both surprised and delighted to see Song Qingshu's penis erect. She
still cared for Zhang Wuji and knew Song Qingshu's character. But Zhang
Wuji had always been limp in front of her, leaving her without pleasure for a long time. She thought of their recent encounters,
how Zhang Wuji would immediately become erect after kissing Zhao Min's discarded socks, and felt both ashamed and angry. "Song Qingshu,
I don't care how you got here, and I can't possibly give you my body… but if you help me eliminate Consort Yuan,
I will fulfill all your other conditions." "
Your Majesty, please rest assured, Qing Shu knows your current status. Since Your Majesty is still shy, Qing Shu would not dare to force Your Majesty
to offer yourself. However, Qing Shu has heard that Zhang Wuji needs Zhao Min's slutty socks to get an erection, which is truly
humiliating . Qing Shu has a method. Zhao Min was originally a princess of the Yuan Dynasty, and she once plotted to frame countless
pillars of the Central Plains martial arts world. Why doesn't Your Majesty start from this and mobilize officials from various factions in the court to impeach Zhao Min?"
After hearing Song Qing Shu's suggestion, Zhou Zhiruo thought about it carefully for a while and felt that it was indeed feasible. She
said to Song Qing Shu, "This plan is indeed good, but you have come to offer this plan for no reason. What is your purpose?"
"Qing Shu knows that Zhiruo is now the Empress. Since Your Majesty does not want Qing Shu to comfort you, Qing Shu only hopes that
Your Majesty can bestow some of your worn shoes, socks, and underwear so that Qing Shu can also enjoy Your Majesty's charm." Song Qing Shu bowed
his head and pleaded.
"Oh?" "My socks don't smell nearly as strong as Zhao Min's. Do you also find my undergarments very alluring?"
Zhou Zhiruo found it strange. Zhang Wuji was seduced by Zhao Min with her strong-smelling
socks She never expected that her own undergarments could now charm a man, which puzzled her and even
surprised her.
"Your Majesty's socks smell fresh and pleasant, and Qing Shu is quite enamored with them. If Your Majesty would be so kind as to grant me these, I will
change them for you right now." After saying this, Song Qing Shu climbed to Zhou Zhiruo's seat, gently biting her
soft shoes with his teeth and pulling them off. He then kissed her silk embroidered socks, biting the top with his teeth and peeling
them off as well. Song Qing Shu deeply sucked on Zhou Zhiruo's soles, licking
the bottom of her socks as if thirsting for nectar, making Zhou Zhiruo's heart flutter.
"Very well, I will bestow these socks upon you. I happen to lack servants around me, so you will stay.
From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of my clothes and undergarments." "Zhou Zhiruo rose and issued an edict, as if she had made up
her mind. Regarding the impeachment of Zhao Min in court, it is not appropriate for me to directly intervene. After you have enjoyed my socks,
you will be in charge of this matter."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. This servant obeys." Song Qingshu thanked the Empress and left her palace. "Zhang Wuji
, Zhang Wuji, you didn't expect that your empress's socks have already been licked by me, did you? But the real show is yet to come
. I'll do Zhiruo, and I'll do Zhao Min too. Just you wait and see." "Chapter Two: Pursuing Old Debts Between Treacherous Officials and the Empress; Casting Iron
Socks; Qingshu Presents a Strange Torture."
The next day, Zhang Wuji attended the morning court session and heard reports from his officials about the military situation in the Northern Frontier. While the remnants of the Yuan Mongol forces,
driven out , were already facing certain defeat, localized counterattacks were causing Zhang Wuji considerable distress. Today, he also heard reports that the Northern Yuan
had organized dozens of elite raiding squads, each led by a martial arts master, repeatedly attacking
weak points that the Ming army couldn't easily cover. The main force couldn't encircle and annihilate them, and the smaller squads often couldn't withstand the Yuan Mongol masters,
subtly hindering the battle. The ministers discussed the matter extensively, with some members of the old Ming Cult
eagerly urging Zhang Wuji to lead his Ming Cult masters to fight and annihilate the Yuan Mongol forces. However, others advised against it, and
soon the court was in an uproar.
"The Yuan-Mongol assassination squad needs martial arts masters to counter it. We, your humble servants, possess only meager skills, but we humbly request Your Majesty's permission
to go to the army to wipe out the remnants of the Yuan-Mongols and restore the prestige of our Ming Cult."
"What a joke! This is the imperial court, not a mere sect's headquarters. If Lord Zhou only cares about the Ming Cult,
why not resign and become your own sect leader? Besides, military strategy and tactics are not
something you江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) people can handle. One wrong move, and in your attempt to vent your anger, you might lose the overall battle situation. Even a thousand Lord Zhous could not bear that responsibility
."
"You... Lord Li, when I was leading troops in the rebel army, you were still a fugitive.
Although I am not as skilled in military strategy as General Xu Da, I still consider myself
superior . The Yuan Mongols have dispersed their elite forces, clearly resorting to their old tactic of mobile harassment from their steppe tribes. If
we don't have a skilled commander to deal with and eliminate these scattered elites, once the Yuan Mongols become familiar with their tactics, they will be able
to contend with our army in open battle. At that time, it might not be difficult for our army to hold our ground, but it will be hard to say whether we can defeat them. Right now ,
large swathes of lost territory in the north urgently need to be recovered. Lord Li, do you perhaps want His Majesty to follow the example of the Southern Song Dynasty, retreating to a corner of the country and waiting for the Yuan Mongols to recover
?"
"Yes, yes, with His Majesty's divine abilities, as long as he can lead the heroes into battle again, those remnants of the Yuan Mongols
will be nothing but chickens and dogs. If we let them run rampant, won't the world laugh at His Majesty for having such great abilities but
being unable to protect even a few common people?"
"No! Even a son of a thousand pieces of gold wouldn't sit under a dangerous roof. His Majesty is of immense wealth; how can he easily leave the capital?
Without His Majesty in charge of the court, what if one of the princes of different surnames, like the Prince of Wu, covets the imperial artifact
? Could it be that Lord He has secretly made connections with some prince?" "
Nonsense! I am utterly loyal to His Majesty! How dare you slander me! Do you have any evidence? If so, I will leave it to His Majesty's judgment. If not, I will accuse you of spreading heresy and disrupting the court." Zhang Wuji looked at the arguing ministers below with great distress. He knew that although he possessed superb martial arts skills, he knew very little about military strategy. Even Zhao Min was far superior to him in this regard. Therefore, he often let Xu Da themselves, and he would agree with their opinions as long as he heard them. However, with Xu Da far away in the north, Zhang Wuji had lost his advisors. Fortunately, through Xu Da and others' past explanations, Zhang Wuji had at least grasped some basics, understanding that martial artists and generals were completely different, and that one should never use martial arts experience to manage military affairs. This gave him some insight into the current dispute. Just as Zhang Wuji was worrying about how to get the ministers to provide a solution , he heard another report from below. "Your Majesty, I have a plan that might resolve the current difficulties, and I believe my colleagues will generally agree." "So it's Minister Xian. In that case, tell the ministers." Zhang Wuji looked closely and saw that the person reporting was Xian Ziping, the envoy sent by the Righteous Alliance to the court. Since the establishment of the Righteous Alliance, it had sent several envoys to serve as officials in the court, also responsible for conveying the emperor and empress's decrees to the five major sects. Zhang Wuji hadn't paid much attention to these people, but unexpectedly, this person had a solution today. "Your Majesty's health is indeed precious and should not be taken lightly. However, without martial arts masters to counter them, the Yuan-Mongol assassination squad will indeed be difficult to annihilate. Although martial artists are not suitable for leading troops, they are capable of following military orders and fighting. The masters in the Yuan-Mongol assassination squad are often deputy captains. We can emulate this, with military commanders leading the way and sending martial arts masters as soldiers. This would not only ensure smooth military command but also defeat the enemy's martial prowess." "Lord Xian's method is good, but there may be some details to consider when implementing it. You martial artists are all proud and arrogant. In the army, most of you only think about gaining merit through martial arts. You may be good at fighting on the battlefield, but you are unwilling to do some tedious tasks. Normally, if ordinary officers in the army want to command your , they will treat you like royalty. The military task of annihilating the assassination squad often involves planning ambushes, holding out in impoverished areas for more than ten days, or turning the tide in a single day." It's common for troops to march only to end up empty-handed. You experts talk a good game now, but once we've led you around for a few days, covered in dust, you'll probably quit. Let me make this clear: if the experts we assign can't be commanded, it's best not to volunteer. Also, if problems arise, you'd better just quit. We'll just have suffered a failed encirclement; don't use your江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) experience to lead the troops, lest we fail to encircle them and get wiped out instead.” "Your Majesty, our righteous alliance is willing to send experts to participate in the encirclement and suppression. Before being dispatched, all will sign a pledge , agreeing not to identify themselves with their sect affiliation while in the army, and to obey military orders without question, even as bait . Those who disobey will have their martial arts revoked and be expelled from their sect. With this, you generals can command them with peace of mind." "This... I was once a member of the martial arts world myself. Although your words are somewhat blunt, they are not without reason. However, if it is indeed feasible as Xian Qing says, is it a bit too harsh on the people of the five major sects?" Zhang Wuji felt slightly relieved after hearing this. If it could really be done this way, then the problem of the Yuan Mongol assassination team could be solved. However, Zhang Wuji found it somewhat hard to believe that those righteous experts would willingly and unconditionally obey any orders. "I'll go back and consult with Consort Yuan. She's quite familiar with military affairs and can be of some use." "Absolutely not, Your Majesty! We do have something to report, but Zhao Min is a princess of the Yuan Dynasty. She plotted and harmed countless righteous people in our Central Plains. Now that Your Majesty has taken her as a concubine, you've already defied the world's will. Now that the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty are retaliating, we beg Your Majesty to avoid suspicion and severely punish Zhao Min." Xian Ziping pleaded prostrately, and more than half of the ministers echoed him, leaving Zhang Wuji momentarily at a loss. "This… everyone, please rise. Didn't I already tell you all before? Consort Yuan has already abandoned the darkness and embraced the light."









































" How can we keep bringing up the past to blame her?"
"Your Majesty, we originally did not wish to interfere in the affairs
of the imperial family, but since it involves the nation, we have no choice but to speak out. We are not unaware that Your Majesty discussed Zhao Min with the various sects before. However, back then, Your Majesty was the leader of a sect, and
you accepted Zhao Min out of loyalty to the martial arts world. We had no objections, and the various sects could also accept it. But now Your Majesty's status involves the nation and
its treasures, and it is really inappropriate to favor a princess from an enemy country in the harem. We have also heard that Empress Zhou is the mother of the nation,
yet Your Majesty rarely visits her. If the empress does not appear in the future, will the nation be handed over to the offspring of the Yuan Mongol princess?
Wouldn't the empire that the righteous armies fought to drive out the Tartars for Your Majesty be lost in the blink of an eye? Such rumors have already
been circulating in the market. We are terrified. We know that Your Majesty and Consort Yuan have a deep affection for each other, but we beg Your Majesty to consider the greater good and
depose Consort Yuan."
"You...you've pushed me too far! Consort Yuan has already repented for her mistakes. She revealed
so much intelligence about the Yuan-Mongol military strength and spies to the rebel army, helping them achieve several great victories. Later, you said she needed to
avoid suspicion and not let her participate in matters, which Consort Yuan and I agreed to. Now you're saying these things again, even dragging Zhiruo into it
. What do you mean by this?" Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded. He never expected that what was originally a minor military matter
would have such a sudden ending. Now he could only insist on protecting Zhao Min, but he couldn't come up with a convincing
explanation. Zhao Min's past schemes against the Central Plains sects were an ironclad fact, one that even he couldn't cover up. Although
Zhao Min repeatedly expressed her stance of abandoning darkness for light, the six major sects, because of their relationship with Wudang and the Ming Cult, didn't pursue the matter too much.
However, to avoid suspicion, Zhao Min still didn't participate in any political or military affairs after the Jianghu affairs were settled. He thought that
without any ties, they could enjoy their own world, but he didn't expect that they still couldn't escape trouble. Zhang Wuji signaled to his attendants
to quickly inform Zhao Min, hoping that she could make some preparations. "Don't forget
how to commit suicide. I don't care about the past now, but do you want to force me again?"
"Your Majesty doesn't need to execute Consort Yuan. You only need to give the people an explanation. For example, you can use the
charge of treason to strip Consort Yuan of her title and status, and then grant her a general amnesty to spare her life..." "I also believe
that Your Majesty needs to win over the people." Just as the minister answered, Zhou Zhiruo's voice suddenly came from behind the screen. It
was the Empress who had also arrived.
"Zhiruo, how can you say such a thing?" Zhang Wuji felt
a According to the Ming law, treason was an unpardonable crime. Even if the death penalty was spared,
the punishment could not be reduced. Female prisoners would be sent to the Jiaosifang (a place for female prisoners to be trained as prostitutes) to serve their punishment with their bodies. "Minmei
has no history of treason, how can you impose this charge on her? Don't you know the consequences
?"
"Greetings, Your Majesty, and greetings to all ministers. Your Majesty, I merely suggested that Your Majesty should take action to appease the people.
Specific plans can still be discussed. I know Your Majesty is reluctant, and I know it's impossible to let Your Majesty's favored concubine
be reduced to a courtesan; that would damage Your Majesty's reputation. Besides, even if Yuanfei were truly punished by becoming a courtesan, which of
you ministers would dare to try it?" Zhou Zhiruo coldly looked at Zhang Wuji, thinking to herself that he was indeed still siding with
Zhao Min, "In the end, wouldn't she just be another Li Shishi?"
"Zhiruo, how could you say such hurtful things? Why can't you two get along?
This Xian Ziping, right, he's from the Righteous Alliance. Are you really going to harm Min-mei?" Zhang Wuji
was almost at his breaking point. He could still use his imperial status to stand up to the ministers, but he
had never used any status to confront Zhou Zhiruo. He couldn't confront this person who had fed him porridge in the Han River in any way,
and could only try to persuade her.
"Your Majesty, please listen to Sister Zhou first." Just then, Zhao Min arrived. "Min-mei, you've come. Today,
the ministers suddenly wanted to harm you. It was this Xian Ziping who did it. Zhiruo, she..." Zhang Wuji looked at Zhao Min anxiously
. "Your Majesty, I know you're overthinking it. Sister Zhou is the Empress, a model of virtue for the nation, and well-versed in the 'Instructions for Women.'
She certainly wouldn't harbor such a vice of jealousy. However, since Sister Zhou manages the inner palace, and my birth is improper, I do indeed
need some form of punishment to convince the public. Now, I ask all the ministers to bear witness, and I will leave it to Sister Zhou to decide
. I believe she will handle it fairly." Zhao Min comforted Zhang Wuji, then gracefully knelt down, adopting a submissive and repentant
posture .
"Zhiruo, Min-mei has proactively admitted her mistake. If you cannot give her a fair punishment, I… I will be very
disappointed that my Empress cannot distinguish right from wrong. Do you understand?" Zhang Wuji looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhou Zhiruo felt
somewhat wavering. "Alright, Brother Wuji, I won't kill your lover, but I will also ensure she can never seduce
you again."
"This... I am naturally not a jealous person, but Consort Yuan's status is special, and some
measures . I can decide not to strip you of your title, but I will punish you with branding. To give
the righteous people of the world an explanation, your punishment needs to be visible to others, to show that you will forever
repent . I will grant you a favor: you can choose the method and location of your punishment, and
after the punishment, your past sins will no longer be used to criticize you. Are you willing?" Zhou Zhiruo ultimately chose to brand
Zhao Min. Since it was to be visible to others, it would naturally be on her face, thus making Zhao Min lose
her attraction to Zhang Wuji.
"Your Majesty is willing." "What, isn't it to execute Consort Yuan?" "No, Min-mei,
how face branded?" "This is already a very light punishment. Does Your Majesty still not want to?"
Chaos erupted again in the court.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to accept the punishment." Zhao Min gracefully thanked Zhou Zhiruo, her confident gaze reassuring Zhang Wuji
somewhat. "Sister Zhou, your word is your bond. Since I can choose the method and location of my punishment,
I will choose to be branded on my feet." Zhou Zhiruo frowned. "Branded on the feet? How can everyone see that?
What kind of decorum is it for His Majesty's concubine to let others see her feet? Consort Yuan, do you intend to
demonstrate ?"
"Sister Zhou, you misunderstand. I said branded on the feet, not that it would be shown to others." "I said this
punishment must be visible to everyone to show your remorse. How can you convince the public if your feet are not shown?"
"Gentlemen, since I have confessed and accepted the punishment, I will keep my word. Does Sister Zhou still remember Little Zhao?"
Back then at Bright Peak, to prove her innocence, Xiao Zhao wore shackles as self-punishment for many years. I am now
willing to follow suit. After being branded on the side of my foot,
Sister Zhou will bestow upon me a pair of shackles, and the key to them will be entrusted to her for safekeeping. Even His Majesty cannot open them without my permission. From then on, except for daily washing, I will wear these shackles
forever Every other day, I will wear these instruments of punishment to the court and kneel before Sister Zhou to beg for forgiveness, so that all the martial arts sects in the world
will see me wearing these shackles, thus knowing that I have truly atoned. Is this method feasible?”
“Very well, so be it. I will personally carry out the branding tomorrow. As for the instruments of punishment that Consort Yuan will wear, I will trouble
the Empress to arrange them. Palace rules dictate that when a consort is punished, there must be no bloodshed, otherwise it would damage the dignity of the imperial family. I ask the Empress not to
forget this. This matter is settled forever today. Anyone who uses this to criticize Consort Yuan will not be spared by me.” Zhang Wuji
made his decision firmly and turned to leave. Seeing Zhang Wuji's attitude, Zhou Zhiruo felt displeased again. "
Zhang Wuji , you are still so biased towards this woman. You want to personally brand her feet, and that brand
will probably be smaller than a copper coin. But Zhao Min, I will never let you off easily."
Back in the palace, Zhou Zhiruo summoned Song Qingshu to lick her socks. Watching Song Qingshu kneeling on the ground, desperately kissing
her feet, Zhou Zhiruo asked, "I couldn't appear too jealous in front of others, which resulted
in Zhao Min escaping this ordeal. Now that Zhang Wuji personally carried out the branding, he naturally wouldn't let Zhao Min suffer too much.
Now she voluntarily wears shackles for punishment, but I don't know much about these instruments of torture. You, however, are
a man who studies women's feet. Do you know any way to let me vent my anger over the shackles?"
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, Zhao Min may not be able to escape." Now that shackles are to be made for Zhao Min, there are specific requirements for women's
shackles ; they don't necessarily have to be ordinary handcuffs. Any instrument that locks the soles of the feet
can serve as shackles. As for incorporating other mechanisms, that's Your Majesty's prerogative. That slut Zhao Min
thinks clever, but she's only paving her own way. When Your Majesty bestows the instruments of torture to cripple her feet, she won't be able to refuse to wear them."
"Really? She is, after all, a concubine. Although she has to wear shackles as punishment, she can't see blood.
What effective methods do you have? Don't hold back, tell me everything." Zhou Zhiruo
couldn't help but become curious when she heard that there was such a science behind shackles. She knew Zhang Wuji's deep-seated foot fetish. In her opinion, Zhao Min had
bewitched Zhang Wuji with her sweaty feet. If Zhao Min's feet could be crippled, perhaps Wuji's heart
would return to her side. Zhou Zhiruo watched Song Qingshu frantically licking the soles of her socks.
While her feet might have a slightly bland scent, they weren't entirely unattractive to men. Why did her Wuji brother prefer
such strong scents? It seemed that if Zhao Min's matter was settled, she would reward Song Qingshu with some undergarments and
a few beauties before sending him away. She figured that if she kept her feet warm, the scent would improve, perhaps even satisfying her
Wuji brother.
"Your Majesty, rest assured," Song Qingshu began, explaining in detail the torture device he had prepared for Zhao Min. "I know of a special method of torture for the soles of the feet, invented by the Mongol
prince Huodu when he trained the Little Dragon Girl of Zhongnan Mountain . If Your Majesty allows me to handle this matter, with some modifications,
I can forge a suitable set of shackles..."
It turns out that Xiaolongnü had once been captured by Huo Du. Seeing her pure and beautiful appearance, Huo Du couldn't bear to
torture her too cruelly. Instead, he arranged for her to use a torture device called the Pearl Boots. He stipulated that if she successfully escaped
while wearing the device, he would not pursue her further; however, if she failed, she must willingly undergo a period of discipline. This device
was simple: steel beads were clamped between the female prisoner's toes and secured with silk threads.
She was then fitted with small leather boots. Once her foot was inside, the beads clamped onto her toe bones, creating
pressure on her toe joints. While this might be tolerable under normal circumstances, walking
caused excruciating pain, like finger crushing, which intensified over time. Xiaolongnü, who slept on
an ice bed daily and possessed exceptional endurance and superb light-body skills,
failed several times to escape after being fitted with the steel bead device, each attempt thwarted by its restraint. Although this instrument of torture was cruel, it was extremely elegant. Xiaolongnu, wearing
pearl-embroidered boots, walked with the grace of a fairy treading on dust. Even when tortured until she was soaked and collapsed, and even when her toes were
crushed, there wasn't a single bloodstain on her socks. Using this method to punish Zhao Min, even Zhang Wuji
couldn't find a single flaw. Moreover, Song Qingshu, after learning of this method, actually surpassed his teacher, designing
a one-piece shackle called the Iron Socks. Not only was it more effective at crushing the toes than the leather boots, but it also added
a mechanism to tighten and loosen the clamps, making the instrument of torture even more cruel.
Zhou Zhiruo, hearing for the first time that such a novel instrument of torture existed, especially after learning that Xiaolongnu's toes had
been crushed by a few steel balls, felt that Song Qingshu's suggestion was somewhat cruel. But then she thought of Zhao Min's favored
status, which stemmed from her sweaty feet. If she missed this opportunity, she feared she would never be able to win back her
Wuji brother. So she immediately agreed to Song Qingshu's suggestion. Song Qingshu then said that Zhao Min should
wear the shackles all day. Although they couldn't escape public scrutiny, Zhang Wuji would surely find a way to remove them for her in private. To
create a pair of iron stockings that couldn't be removed privately, extraordinary materials were needed. Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo had a maid
fetch something from the inner treasury and presented it to Song Qingshu on a tray. Song Qingshu examined it closely and saw that the tray contained a pair of
dark shackles, the chains of which were broken in two.
"These black iron shackles are the same ones Xiao Zhao wore at Bright Peak. Unless it's a weapon as sharp as the Heaven-Reliant Sword or
the Dragon-
Slaying Saber, it's hard to find a tool in the world that can damage them. However, black iron is difficult to forge. The Emei Sect's inner hall for forging has a source of earth fire, which is the pure yang fire used by Emei for forging weapons. Now, go and measure Consort Yuan's
feet, and then go to the Emei inner hall to have your iron stockings made." Zhou Zhiruo put away her jade feet before the palace maids entered,
no longer letting Song Qingshu play with them. She also didn't want Zhang Wuji
to find out about her momentary indulgence in flirting with her male favorite.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will present these to Your Majesty within half a month." Song Qingshu took the black iron
shackles, left Zhou Zhiruo's palace, and headed towards Zhao Min's palace.
"Your Highness, I have come by order of the Empress to measure your feet in order to make
shackles. I humbly request Your Highness to examine them." Song Qingshu immediately knelt before Zhao Min. He dared not be careless in front of this woman
for the time being .
"Measure your feet? What kind of torture device has the Empress arranged for me? It's just a pair of shackles, why..."
"Such a grand gesture?" Zhao Min hadn't realized the person before her was Song Qingshu;
she only felt a sense of unease upon hearing Zhou Zhiruo's decree.
"Your Highness, I'm not entirely sure either. The Empress said that Your Highness is often by His Majesty's side, and these
shackles must be custom-made for you. Otherwise, if they are unsightly, they would damage His Majesty's image."
Zhao Min frowned slightly upon hearing this. She could
understand but the fact that she wanted a pair of exquisitely crafted shackles made specifically for her was rather intriguing.
Unfortunately, she was isolated in the palace, surrounded by people Zhou Zhiruo had brought from Emei, and had no way of knowing
what Zhou Zhiruo was planning against her. However, no matter how much they manipulated the shackles, it would
simply mean . Aside from some inconvenience and humiliation, it shouldn't pose too much of a problem. "Alright, I said I was willing to accept the punishment,
so let me measure you then." Zhao Min sat down in the chair and stretched her feet out in front of Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu skillfully
removed Zhao Min's palace shoes, and the undergarments covering her feet quickly emitted a pleasant scent. Zhao Min
felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight, but Song Qingshu grabbed her ankles, making it difficult for her to pull her feet back. Song Qingshu took out a piece of leather and began measuring Zhao Min's
ankles , soles, and insteps. Instead of recording the measurements, he used a one-finger-wide strip of leather to
wrap around a section of Zhao Min's foot, forming a leather ring that bound her foot's diameter.
He then used fish glue to fix the size of the ring. After measuring the horizontal cross-section, Song Qingshu wrapped the leather strip
around the front and back of Zhao Min's foot, measuring its length. Soon, it looked as if Zhao Min was wearing
a crisscrossing leather bandage over her socks. Zhao Min, seeing that this palace servant seemed to be using the measurement to play with her feet, felt a slight
anger. "Eunuch, are you finished measuring? My feet are getting cold. If you are, please leave."
"Not yet. I only measured the soles of Consort Yuan's feet." Seeing that Zhao Min didn't recognize
him, Song Qingshu became bolder and, using Zhou Zhiruo's name, further groped Zhao Min's feet, starting to remove
her undergarments. "Please cooperate, Consort Yuan, I need to measure the size of your toes."
"How dare you! Although I am a convict, allowing you to measure through my socks is already an extra favor.
How dare you, such a lowly creature, touch my feet?" Zhao Min increasingly felt that the man before her was lecherous. Although
he was a palace servant, she felt that he was being taken advantage of. Zhao Min struggled with her feet and found that this
palace servant dared to grab her feet and was about to remove her undergarments. Enraged, she kicked
Song Qingshu in the face, knocking him aside.
"I wouldn't dare, but this is what Her Majesty the Empress ordered. Does Consort Yuan intend to disobey Her Majesty the Empress's decree?"
Song Qingshu got up, head bowed, and insisted on taking off Zhao Min's socks. The scent of Zhao Min's socks and the feel of her skin had already
aroused him. When Zhao Min's warm soles pressed against his face, the force was a bit strong, but
he enjoyed it very much. Recalling the feeling of Zhao Min's sock pattern pressing heavily against his face, and smelling
the scent in the air that was far stronger than Zhou Zhiruo's footsteps, Song Qingshu thought to himself, "She really is a
slut . Her scent is much stronger than Zhiruo's. It seems Zhang Wuji knows how to enjoy himself. Now, let this slut have her moment of glory
. Before long, I'll have my way with your entire body."
Under Song Qingshu's shameless insistence, Zhao Min finally yielded to Zhou Zhiruo's decree and allowed Song Qingshu
to remove her undergarments, revealing her ten slender toes. Song Qingshu then bound each toe with a leather strap and measured their size and
length. Looking at the somewhat excited Song Qingshu sitting before her, Zhao Min secretly felt that the
shackles were not ordinary shackles.
A moment later, Song Qingshu emerged from Zhao Min's palace wearing two leather-bound socks. In a secluded spot,
he brought the socks to his nose, deeply inhaling the lingering scent of Zhao Min's stockings. "Zhiruo, Zhiruo, you
're still a little reserved in front of others. But it won't be long before you're free from Zhang Wuji's
control and can enjoy yourself to the fullest. These black iron shackles you gave me are made of pure black iron; if
used as filler, they could actually be made into more than one set. Naive as you are, you still think only
that slut Zhao Min would wear iron stockings, right? You asked me to measure Zhao Min's feet, but you don't know I've kissed your
feet over a dozen times these past few days; I've memorized your foot shape and size. Once you become my private concubine, you
can perform for me without any worries. How moving your poignant expression will be when you wear these iron stockings!"
3. The Branding Marks: Consort Yuan's Submissive Demeanor, the Iron Shackles Adding to the Princess's Allure
. "Min-mei, you've suffered so much." Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's bare feet, which were resting on the rack, his heart aching as he
looked at the square branding marks, slightly smaller than copper coins, on the inside of her feet. He had just personally branded them,
the marks bearing the delicate and clear characters "Defiled the Martial World" and "Granted Grace as a Slave." Zhao Min's body was still
bound to a torture chair, the sweat on her forehead and her still-panting breaths revealing the pain she had just endured.
Zhao Min's hands were not bound; she was currently toying with a copper seal about the thickness of a thumb. It had
originally been chosen by Zhang Wuji, a plum blossom seal, but Zhou Zhiruo, under
the pretext of the Empress handling punishments in the harem, had taken it and immediately ground away the original seal, personally engraving the two humiliating characters on it
. Even under the firelight of the torture chamber, the neatly engraved characters in relief could still be seen. They had been quenched in a special
solution , giving them a jet-black color, ensuring the characters wouldn't become blurred due to burns to the skin.
"It seems your Zhou sister has put in a lot of effort this time."
"Min-mei, Zhi-ruo's temper is like that. I don't expect you to be submissive to her, but I hope you two
won't escalate things too much. Once things have calmed down, I'll have the imperial physician find a way to remove this mark." Zhang Wuji picked up
a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Zhao Min's forehead and turned to apply medicine to her brand.
"I'm fine, but I'm afraid Zhou sister will pursue it relentlessly. Let's see how you handle that." Zhao Min
smiled wearily, revealing a smugness only a woman could see. Although she had lost to
Zhou Zhi-ruo , she still held onto the man before her. "There's no need to worry about this brand. Let's just leave it. No one else will have much of a chance to see it
anyway ; it's just for us to see, and it's fine as decoration. If it's ever
washed off, and Zhou's sister comes causing trouble again, I'll be a criminal again. Do you really want to brand me again?"
"Alright, alright, Min-mei has the most experience in the ways of the world." Zhang Wuji first used water and silk to clean the brand on Zhao Min's foot...
After wiping away the sweat and carefully cleaning the necrotic skin around Zhao Min's burn, he applied the ointment to Zhao Min
's wound. The pain of wiping her wounds made Zhao Min gasp involuntarily again. Zhang Wuji looked at her with concern,
only to see her laughing instead of crying. "You're in so much pain
, what are you laughing at?" "I'm laughing at myself for following such a silly yet powerful leader like you." Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji
met eyes, and Zhao Min's expression quickly softened. "Brother Wuji, do you remember? Back then, you and I were in
this same torture chamber. You were also here to torment my feet. Even the position you put me in back then
is almost the same as now." Seeing Zhao Min happy, Zhang Wuji teased her, "What,
little vixen do you want to taste the torture of your Yongquan acupoint again?"
"Yes, I am now a convict, so naturally Emperor Zhang should punish this vixen who has corrupted
the martial arts world ." Zhao Min playfully wiggled her feet, which were still bound to the torture chair, and her delicate
toes touched Zhang Wuji's face. Then, her soft, round toes slipped into Zhang Wuji's lips. "It's a pity that
when I was a demoness back then, I didn't know that you, Master Zhang, were a respectable person in appearance, but secretly you had a hobby
of playing with girls' feet. Otherwise, why would I have gone through so much trouble to pursue you? I could have just hooked your foot and made you, the leader of
the Ming Cult, my son-in-law."
"That's not necessarily true. I, the leader, always keep public and private matters separate. Besides
, at worst, I can imitate the Green Willow Manor dungeon and subject you to the torture of having your feet pierced by Nine Yang True Qi a few more times. I'm not afraid you won't comply." "Alright,
good will prevail over evil. This little lady has already been tamed by Leader Zhang, and now I'll be your slave." Zhao Min fully enjoyed feeling
Zhang Wuji's strong hands gripping her feet. "This brand, Sister Zhou, I
'm angry at all. I'm destined to be yours for all eternity, so naturally I'm your slave. Don't even mention enjoying my
discarded shoes and socks. As long as you like it, Brother Wuji, you can do whatever you want with me in this torture chamber.
Minmin also enjoys experiencing the feeling of being tortured by you, Brother Wuji, and hopes to enjoy
the feeling of being conquered by you more often."
"Yes, as long as Minmin needs it." Zhang Wuji stroked Zhao Min's jade feet, looking at
Zhao Min who was originally bound to the torture chair. He was already somewhat excited, and hearing Zhao Min respond to his flirtation, the two naturally understood
each other . Zhang Wuji did not untie Zhao Min's restraints, but instead tied Zhao Min's hands behind her back, and then
carefully stuffed Zhao Min's undergarment into Zhao Min's mouth. Zhao Min cooperated and let out a series of moans of desire. Zhang Wuji
removed Zhao Min's palace dress from her lower body, kissed the soles of Zhao Min's feet several times, and then
rubbed his already erect penis against the soles of Zhao Min's feet a few times before inserting it into Zhao Min's wet flower stream...
More than ten days later, Song Qingshu secretly returned to the palace and presented the iron stocking to the Empress. When the wooden box containing the iron stockings was
opened, Zhou Zhiruo discovered that this instrument of torture, described by Song Qingshu as extremely cruel, was actually quite exquisite.
A pair of arch-shaped iron shells were linked by chains, intricately carved with kingfisher patterns. The iron shells
were larger than Zhao Min's feet, with the instep section designed to open and close in segments. At the ankle were similarly
opening and closing shackles. The two sections were connected by a willow-like joint, forming a slightly movable joint. The sides of the arch and the sole of
the foot were double-layered, about a finger's thickness, with internal mechanisms and locks. These locks
were integrated with the ankle shackles, and when the instep cover and ankle shackles were fastened, they fit perfectly. Opening the iron
stockings , Zhou Zhiruo saw four supports standing near the front of the foot. Each support was mechanically connected to several
bent springs. The springs and supports were slightly thicker than the foot itself, with corresponding space between the upper and lower iron shells
. Zhou Zhiruo examined the iron stockings for a moment, then said to Song Qingshu, "This item is indeed exquisite,
and you put a lot of thought into it. But does it truly have the effects you claim?"
"Qingshu wouldn't dare disappoint Your Majesty," Song Qingshu replied confidently,
prostrating himself on the ground. "These iron stockings were made according to the shape of that slut Zhao Min's feet. But if Your Majesty truly wants to know their effects, it's not difficult. Qingshu dares to
suggest that Your Majesty try them on herself to find out." He added, "Qingshu will certainly control them carefully and won't harm Your Majesty's feet.
Your Majesty only needs to endure a little pain, and then you can confidently deal with that slut in the future."
"Since that's the case, I'll give it a try. You put these iron stockings on me, and
tell me about the joints as well." Zhou Zhiruo stretched out her feet to Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu, looking apprehensive, carefully
removed Zhou Zhiruo's shoes and stockings, then opened the clasp of one iron stocking and slipped it onto Zhou Zhiruo's foot
. The four supports and springs at the sole of the foot were then embedded between Zhou Zhiruo's toes. Zhou Zhiruo's shoe size was similar to Zhao Min's, and her
fair foot was squeezed inside the iron shell, her five toes pressed together, unable to move, pressed against the supports and
springs . Song Qingshu fastened the iron stocking cover and the shackles, and with a click, the iron shell firmly
encased Zhou Zhiruo's foot. Song Qingshu took a small metal awl, lifted Zhou Zhiruo's foot in front of him,
and inserted it into a perforated pattern on the sole of her foot. He turned a spring gear in the interlayer, and Zhou Zhiruo
felt the support between her toes in the iron stockings slowly tighten. The spring was pressed to the sides, clamping her toes
tightly, and the force increased. "Does Your Majesty feel that your toes are being squeezed too tightly? Is it to
the point of pain?" Song Qingshu carefully turned the spring, feeling the increasing resistance.
"It's gotten much tighter, ah, it's starting to hurt." Zhou Zhiruo felt her toes being pressed so hard she couldn't take it anymore,
so she called out to Song Qingshu to stop. "Is this the clamping mechanism of your iron stockings?" "Not yet, this is the adjusting
spring." Song Qingshu was in no hurry and did the same to Zhou Zhiruo's other foot. Zhou Zhiruo's feet were
like wearing a beautiful iron armor, but there was a chain between the two iron stockings that
locked her feet. "Your Majesty, please get up slowly and try to walk. Qingshu will support you." Zhou Zhiruo tried
to get up, but as soon as her feet touched the ground and her body was about to lean forward, the clamping force of the spring in the iron stockings became even
heavier. Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but groan in pain, and her body swayed and fell into Song Qingshu's arms. Zhou Zhiruo
only then realized her indecent behavior, but Song Qingshu had already straightened her up. "The mechanism isn't adjusted to
its tightest setting yet. Your Majesty can try walking a few more steps. The mechanism in these iron stockings is powered by the movement of the wearer's feet
. When walking while wearing these, even a slight change in the angle between the foot and ankle..."
The mechanism at the joints would activate the support frame inside the iron stockings, slowly and repeatedly stretching the springs. These iron stockings were custom-made
to fit the size of the feet, leaving no extra space. Your Majesty only needs to have Zhao Min wear these shackles, and even just
walking around will subject that slut to excruciating torment. Moreover, Your Majesty holds the key to the iron stockings; even if
Zhao Min seduces Zhang Wuji, he won't be able to play with Zhao Min's feet. He can only look on longingly through the iron cage. Does
Your Majesty think this effect is satisfactory? Zhou Zhiruo carefully took a few steps, feeling
her toes being pinched more and more painfully. The clamps tightened and loosened, loosening slightly when the pain became unbearable,
only to tighten again shortly afterward. Within the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Zhou Zhiruo was covered in sweat, unable to endure the torment of the clamps any longer
. Having experienced the discomfort of the iron stockings, Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed. She had
Song Qingshu remove them, allowing him to enjoy the sensation of massaging her feet to help disperse the bruises. "You've certainly put in a lot of
effort . I will make good use of you. Now that the iron stockings are finished, take them to summon Consort Yuan for her punishment."
"Your Majesty's decree is obeyed." Song Qingshu received Zhou Zhiruo's order and, wearing the iron socks, went to Zhao Min's
palace . "Your Majesty's decree states: Consort Yuan once wreaked havoc on the martial arts world. Although she has a heart to reform, the case is irrefutable. According to
palace rules, she should have been stripped of her title and given poisoned wine. However, thanks to His Majesty's grace, Consort Yuan is pardoned from the death penalty, and instead branded as a warning. Your Majesty
also deeply pities Consort Yuan's irrepentance, but her crime cannot go unpunished. Today, I hereby bestow upon her a pair of iron socks and shackles, which Consort
Yuan
must wear at all times to show her resolute determination to atone for her sins." Song Qingshu read the decree aloud, then looked triumphantly at Zhao Min kneeling before him. "Consort Yuan, are you willing to accept this punishment?"
"This guilty concubine willingly accepts the punishment, thanking Your Majesty and Her Majesty the Empress for your grace." Zhao Min heard the name "iron stockings" for the first time,
but she was prostrate on the ground and could not see the instruments of torture in the wooden box in Song Qingshu's hand. However, since it had such a special name,
it must be more than just a simple pair of shackles. But now, she could only take it one step at a time.
"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch. I will wear these shackles myself." Zhao Min finished her bow and stood up to take the wooden box from Song Qingshu's
hand . "Wait, Your Highness, these iron stockings were personally overseen by Her Majesty the Empress, and they have
some special features. Therefore, Her Majesty the Empress specifically instructed that I, your humble servant, should put these iron stockings on you.
Since Your Highness is about to be punished, please remove your shoes and stockings so that I can put the shackles on you. Come, bring Your Highness
a chair ." Song Qingshu calmly had a servant bring over a chair, which was not an ordinary chair, but
a long torture chair. Everyone recognized this as the torture chair used in the yamen to bend the knees backward,
called the tiger bench. This torture chair in the palace was used for female torture, so it was naturally more
exquisite and elegant than the one in the yamen. It also had a gentler name, called the Ascension Platform, which was taken from the fact that when the female prisoner's
feet , it was likened to ascending to heaven on flat ground. Upon seeing the Ascension Platform and hearing Song Qingshu order his attendants
to help her sit on it, Zhao Min knew something was wrong. Startled, she slapped Song Qingshu across the face and rebuked him,
"How dare you! This Ascension Platform is an instrument of torture! What are you doing bringing it to me, you eunuch? Who gave you the audacity to humiliate me
?"
Despite the heavy slap, Song Qingshu dared not retaliate and replied humbly, "This is
Her Majesty the Empress's order. These iron stockings were custom-made for Consort Yuan. When first worn, they might be a little tight on
her feet. If Consort Yuan struggles in pain, these shackles might injure her delicate toes. Therefore,
Her Majesty the Empress instructed me to first have Consort Yuan ascend the Ascension Platform..." "Now, I will personally put the shackles on Consort Yuan
. Please bear with this for now, Consort Yuan, and have the servants secure your body so I can promptly
carry out Her Majesty the Empress's decree and return to report. If Your Highness refuses the punishment, I will have no choice but to report the truth to Her Majesty the
Empress ."
Zhao Min glared angrily at Song Qingshu. She knew this ordeal would not be easy for her;
even wearing shackles required the Ascension Platform to restrain her. Those iron stockings would surely cause her
considerable torment. However, she could not defy the Empress's decree. If she insisted on not wearing the iron stockings, although
the palace servant could not harm her, her brother Wuji would inevitably face criticism from the court officials again. Based on Zhao Min's
experience, she knew there was probably a conspiracy behind this. To observe the situation, she had no choice but to silently
endure this humiliation and torment. Zhao Min hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down on the Ascension Platform, placing her legs on
the long chair. Seeing Zhao Min submit, Song Qingshu's smugness was palpable. He immediately ordered his men to bind
Zhao Min's body and thighs tightly to the torture chair with leather straps. Song Qingshu himself held Zhao Min's feet, positioning
them so that a piece of wood under the chair rested precisely near her ankles. He then used another
leather strap to bind Zhao Min's calves together with a moderate tightness. His other men then tied Zhao Min's hands behind her back
to the supports on either side of the back of the chair. Thus, Zhao Min was forced to sit on the torture chair with her legs bound, unable to move.
Seeing herself bound like this, Zhao Min
"I have already allowed myself to be bound, why are my hands also bound? What are these iron stockings that
require such a great deal of trouble? If you, this eunuch, are trying to take advantage of me, I will not let you off easily." "Your Highness, please
rest assured, how could I dare to alter Her Majesty the Empress's orders in private? If you have any questions, Your Highness can personally
ask Her Majesty the Empress for clarification." As Song Qingshu spoke, his hands did not stop,
removing Zhao Min's palace shoes and silk stockings. Then, he slowly turned the mechanism under the torture chair. Zhao Min felt the wooden blocks under her feet gradually rise,
slowly lifting her calves and feet.
"Ahhhhh! What are you doing? I'm only wearing shackles, not this leg-lifting
torture! Untie them now! Ahhhhh!" Zhao Min watched as her feet and calves were slowly raised,
but her thighs were firmly bound to the torture chair with leather straps. She felt the ligaments in her knees being
stretched tighter and tighter by the instrument, and soon a piercing pain shot through her. She never imagined that she would
suffer The tight feeling of the ligaments being forcibly pulled was like a direct hit to her heart
, and no matter how she screamed, it wouldn't lessen the pain. Zhao Min could only rely on deep breathing to resist the endless pain.
Seeing Zhao Min's tortured posture, Song Qingshu's crotch immediately became hard. He wasn't about to let her go. "Your Highness,
this is also the Empress's way of showing concern. Wearing these iron stockings is quite painful, so we must hold your feet tight for Your Highness."
" Only then can it be properly fitted. Consort Yuan's martial arts skills are quite remarkable, and her jade feet are even more precious. How
could possibly grasp them with all our might? That's why Her Majesty the Empress specially sent me to bring this Ascension Platform to tighten Consort Yuan
's feet." Song Qingshu continued to turn the turntable half a circle in his hand, and Zhao Min's feet were
raised . "The height is still a little lacking now. Let me tighten it a bit more for Consort Yuan."
Although it was only a slight lift, it made Zhao Min feel as if the pain of her ligaments being pulled had increased by 30%. Zhao Min
finally could not bear the excruciating torment of her legs and cried out again. Two lines of crystal tears
flowed from the corners of Zhao Min's eyes, and the tear tracks slid down Zhao Min's icy skin, mixing with the fragrant sweat on Zhao Min's body.
"Oh, right, Her Majesty the Empress also specially bestowed another item, instructing me to
use it to soothe Consort Yuan if she cannot bear the pain." Song Qingshu took out a pair of silk stockings from the tray, decorated with pheasant
carvings —it was Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment. Before Zhao Min could react, Song Qingshu stuffed Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment into Zhao Min
's mouth, turning her screams into muffled whimpers. "As long as Consort Yuan bites on
the mouth gag bestowed by Her Majesty the Empress, the pain will be slightly relieved. There's no need to make a scene that would damage Your Majesty's dignity."
After gagling Zhao Min with Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment, Zhao Min could no longer make a sound to stop Song Qingshu's
torture. Song Qingshu, using various excuses, deliberately adjusted the spinning wheel several times,
causing Zhao Min to be drenched in sweat. The undergarment stuffed in her mouth hindered her frequent deep breathing, almost causing her to faint
. Seeing that it was about time, Song Qingshu opened the wooden box, took out the exquisite iron stockings, and brought his cheek close to
Zhao Min's feet, savoring the scent. He then opened the stockings and slipped them onto Zhao Min's
feet. The stockings fit Zhao Min's feet perfectly; her ten toes were squeezed together in
the iron shell, almost immobilized by the springs. "The Consort Yuan's toes are indeed alluring, but it's a pity that
since they've been subjected to this punishment, they'll soon be ruined." Song Qingshu didn't rush to fasten the locks. He used the excuse of observing
Zhao 's jade-like feet, personally adjusting her ten toes to the most suitable angle, ensuring the springs gripped
the weakest joints of her toes. Looking at Zhao Min's smooth, jade-like toes, Song Qingshu imagined this
beautiful being slowly tortured by the instrument of torture he had created. The sadistic excitement tormented his penis
, and a trickle of fluid had already seeped from its tip. "Just a little longer, and this slut will soon be completely
under my control." Song Qingshu suppressed his impulse and began to tighten the spring in the iron stocking with the metal awl,
slowly clamping Zhao Min's toes. Zhao Min saw Song Qingshu holding her foot and putting the arch-shaped iron
shell on her foot, with hard objects inside that gripped her toes. At this moment, Song Qingshu used the small awl to
repeatedly pry open the iron stocking, and her toes became increasingly painful from being clamped. She knew that this instrument of torture had
a mechanism with clamps inside. Thinking that Zhou Zhiruo had not only humiliated her with the Ascension Platform and the socks, but also designed
such , Zhao Min
could no longer remain calm in the face of Zhou Zhiruo's jealousy. However, the pain in her toes and knees made her unable to think any further.
Song Qingshu slowly tightened the spring, even more so than when he put the iron stockings on Zhou Zhiruo. Zhao Min no longer
cared that the stockings in her mouth were Zhou Zhiruo's; her two rows of silver teeth bit down hard on the undergarment, and large patches of sweat
quickly soaked through Zhao Min's palace dress. "Alright, Consort Yuan will be wearing these iron stockings all day long. If they're
too tight, Consort Yuan won't be able to enjoy them for much longer." Song Qingshu felt the force in his hands,
knowing that the clamps were approaching the limit of Zhao Min's toes' tolerance, so he stopped what he was doing and fastened
the caps and shackles on the iron stockings. Once the locks were closed, Zhao Min's feet could no longer escape this exquisite iron-shell torture device. Watching
Zhao Min panting with sweat dripping down her face, Song Qingshu comfortably stroked and admired his work. Now, Zhao Min
's feet were encased in exquisite iron shells. The arch-shaped shells were almost identical to the shape of Zhao Min's feet,
only slightly larger. The openwork kingfisher patterns carved on the shells made Zhao Min's feet look more like
two delicate metal cages. Shiny chains fastened the two foot-shaped iron cages together at the ankles, and
the rhythm of Zhao Min's feet had begun to emanate from those openwork carvings. "Take Consort Yuan off,"
Song Qingshu said, ignoring Zhao Min's angry glare, and teasingly tapped the iron stockings
a few times with the awl. Zhao Min's legs had just been lowered from the Ascension Platform, giving her a brief respite, when
Song Qingshu struck her iron stockings. The stockings, already tightly clamping her toes, transmitted through the metal casing to
the clamps, felt like blows directly into the bones of her toes. Her toes were a sensitive area, and
Zhao Min, unprepared, felt as if her toe bones had been suddenly pierced. She bit down on the stockings again and
cried out, her lower body erupting uncontrollably, spurting urine and staining her clothes with a foul odor.
"Your Highness, please be careful. Wearing these iron stockings for the first time is indeed somewhat inconvenient," Song Qingshu said
, watching Zhao Min's embarrassment without any attempt to hide it. Instead, he stared intently at Zhao Min's private parts and feet, making her both ashamed and angry. "What an
insolent eunuch! I can't do anything to Zhou Zhiruo, but I can certainly deal with you, you despicable creature!" Zhao Min had
her sock removed from her mouth and was finally taken off the torture chair. Having been humiliated by Song Qingshu, she couldn't bear
it any longer. Despite the excruciating pain in her toes, she took a step forward, ready to slap Song Qingshu hard.
But as her foot touched the ground, her body tilted, and the clamps in the iron sock tightened suddenly,
sending another wave of bone-crushing pain through her toes. Zhao Min couldn't hold on any longer; she screamed, swayed, and
collapsed , the large amount of urine she had barely managed to hold in gushing from her lower body. "Your Highness, now that you're wearing
these iron stockings, you must be careful with your demeanor when you walk. If you continue to act as impulsively as before, you'll lose your composure
. Her Majesty the Empress has decreed that the shackles will be removed twice a week; please kneel and express your gratitude then." Song Qingshu leaned down
and whispered advice in Zhao Min's ear. He was not only pleased that he had a legitimate reason to severely torture Zhao Min
's feet and take the opportunity to indulge in the pleasure of appreciating the rhythm of her feet, but also because the stockings he used to gag Zhao Min
were stained with his semen. The undergarments that Zhou Zhiruo had given him for his pleasure had been used by him to
masturbate on his penis during the brief moment when the torture chair was being moved before the execution. While gagging Zhao Min, he...
She first rolled up the sock, hiding the semen-soaked toe inside the roll. The smell of Zhou Zhiruo's sock and the
roll masked the smell of the semen. In addition, Zhao Min was desperately resisting the torture instruments, so
even Zhao Min did not notice that the roll of sock in her mouth had been sprayed with the man's semen. After the iron stockings were put on, and Zhao Min
was removed from the torture chair, the stockings had already absorbed a lot of saliva from her mouth, leaving large wet patches. A
significant amount of semen, along with Zhou Zhiruo's foot sweat, had also been swallowed by Zhao Min, making it impossible to tell that one patch
was particularly sticky. Seeing that Zhao Min had unknowingly been forced to swallow semen filled Song Qingshu with
immense excitement once again.
That night, Zhang Wuji learned that Zhao Min had been wearing iron stockings. From a distance, the stockings looked like works of art, quite beautiful,
arousing Zhang Wuji's desire. Upon reaching Zhao Min and seeing the tear-streaked face, he realized that Zhao Min was walking
with difficulty . He learned that the iron stockings also contained clips for her toes, and thus knew that Zhou Zhiruo had not yet let Zhao Min off the hook. Zhang Wuji
was heartbroken and went to Zhou Zhiruo's palace that very night to plead for her life. However, the Empress's palace gates were tightly shut. Zhang Wuji used
his lightness skill to break into Zhou Zhiruo's palace. After questioning her for a few minutes, Zhou Zhiruo coldly replied, "Does Your Majesty wish for Zhao Min
to suffer wearing those iron stockings, or does Your Majesty wish for her to be forced to drink poison by the ministers tomorrow? That palace maid was sent by me . If Your Majesty thinks it's too much, then just execute me first .
Then make Zhao Min your Empress, and fulfill Your Majesty's wishes." "Zhiruo, I can't argue with you, but I hope this is the last time." Zhang Wuji was once again helpless He was worried about Zhao Min's foot injury. Since he couldn't get Zhou Zhiruo to back down, he had no choice but to go back and take care of Zhao Min. Seeing that Zhang Wuji had stopped pleading with her, Zhou Zhiruo didn't know whether to be happy or angry. On the surface, however, she remained indifferent, replying, "I will naturally handle it according to the agreement. The shackles are already on; as long as she comes to kneel and apologize on time, that's enough. These shackles won't prevent His Majesty from favoring her. As for what other hobbies she might have, that's unknown. I manage the harem, and I don't want any lewd or immoral things to be too blatant ." That night, Song Qingshu released a carrier pigeon into the sky, returned to his room, and retrieved the wooden box that had contained the iron stockings. Inside were Zhao Min's palace shoes and silk stockings, which he had collected discreetly while Zhao Min was being tortured and embarrassed. The scent of Zhao Min's stockings quickly filled the air after the box was opened. Song Qingshu put one stocking over his erect penis and excitedly inserted it repeatedly into Zhao Min's palace shoes. He spread the other stocking over his face, inhaling the scent of Zhao Min's feet. "The socks of a seductive woman are truly stimulating. I 've already achieved some success, so I'll just have to endure it a little longer and wait for that slut Zhao Min's counterattack. This slut's scheming surpasses even Zhou Zhiruo's. I've already pushed her to the brink. As long as she makes a move... it won't be long before I can once again have my way with that slut's body. Of course, I can't let Zhou Zhiruo go either." Chapter Four: Comforting the Beloved Concubine. The Emperor Endures His Sock Addiction to Alleviate the Pain. The Sinful Concubine Sits Elegantly in the Iron Cart . It is said that Zhao Min was fitted with iron socks. That night, Zhang Wuji tried every possible means to remove the iron socks from Zhao Min. Those iron socks were carefully crafted by Song Qingshu and fit Zhao Min's feet extremely tightly, like socks that cling to the feet. They were not so easy to remove. The material even contained black iron, so no matter how Zhang Wuji tried to forcibly break them with various sharp tools , he was helpless. Zhao Min's toes were still tightly clamped. Even the slightest impact on the iron stockings caused excruciating pain, pulling her toes along with her feet. Zhang Wuji couldn't use any drastic methods to remove them, so he could only channel some of his inner energy to help alleviate the torment. "Min-mei, these iron stockings are really hurting. I'll have someone prepare a sedan chair for you tomorrow; please don't walk anymore." "You were once a great sect leader! Riding horses and sitting in sedan chairs in the palace were privileges reserved for meritorious officials. That Zhou girl I don't know what's gotten into her; she's clearly trying to torture me to death. Now, I'm just a disgraced concubine; if I sit in a sedan chair, do you think she won't have a reason to break my toes?" Zhao Min lay on the fragrant couch, still panting heavily. Zhang Wuji had been fiddling with these iron cages on her feet for half an hour, but he couldn't find a way to remove them , causing her to gasp in pain several times. "Brother Wuji, I find it so strange. Xian Ziping inexplicably volunteered to send righteous martial arts masters to do this arduous task, and then used it to force the emperor to abdicate. Sister was also in cahoots with him. Think about it, even when she's jealous and gets angry, she'll at most give me the cold shoulder, and sometimes she'll say a few polite words. But now she's suddenly invented this torture device to torment me." Zhao Min finished speaking and looked at the artistic torture device on her feet. "These iron stockings are so ingeniously designed, and so exquisitely made. Inside is a torture device, but outside it looks like a seductive device. These two iron cages shaped like women's arches are carved with so many beautiful patterns that any man who sees them will have wild thoughts. I don't believe that Sister Zhou came up with this herself. Do you think there might be someone else tampering with it behind the scenes ?" "Hmm? Now that you mention it, Min-mei, there are indeed many suspicious points." Zhang Wuji frowned "Zhiruo really went too far this time. I believe she's not such a cruel woman by nature. Every day, she not only has to manage the harem but also handle matters related to monitoring the martial arts world. Although most of the communication in the harem is handled by Zhiruo 's disciples, it's hard to say that other villains haven't infiltrated, spreading rumors and stirring up trouble." "Really, you have no heart for coaxing girls. She was tied to the Ascension Chair for you, her legs were about to break. Now she's even wearing these iron stockings, and before you've even gotten a few kind words, you're already trying to exonerate your Zhou family sister, without even considering that she's still heartbroken." Zhao Min was both amused and annoyed by Zhang Wuji's words. In her anger, she pulled her foot away from Zhang Wuji's hand and jabbed her heavy black iron stocking at his face with her left foot. "Are you bewitched by this thing too? You practically want me to wear it all the time so you can do whatever you want with me. You were staring at those torture devices with such lustful eyes, and now you've been trying to get rid of them for ages, and you still won't let go." "Min -mei, I... I'm just giving you a massage to heal your wounds." Zhang Wuji was embarrassed, his desires exposed by Zhao Min, and he didn't know what to say. Zhao Min's iron stockings were not only sexy and beautiful in appearance, but the iron shells and chains also bound her feet . Seeing Zhao Min bound by these torture devices already aroused his desire. Moreover, the iron stockings clanged when they moved , and together with the gleaming iron cages shaped like her arches, they created a very romantic atmosphere. He had seen them from afar...



















































He was already somewhat excited. Now, with Zhao Min wearing exquisite torture devices, pressing her jade-like feet towards his face, even before her soles touched him,
the unique scent of a woman's feet wafted into his nostrils. Then, the heavy iron shell, carrying the warmth of Zhao Min's feet, pressed
against his mouth and nose. Although the iron stockings were made of black iron, there was no trace of rusty smell. Through
the carved patterns on the iron stockings, Zhang Wuji inhaled and smelled Zhao Min's feet. His mind went blank for a moment, and he forgot everything else,
grabbing the strong and sexy shell and kissing it passionately. Seeing Zhang Wuji so excited by the iron stockings, Zhao Min
felt a sense of satisfaction. Her other foot was not idle either, and she explored between Zhang Wuji's legs, gently teasing
his penis. She felt that it was already thick and hard, hitting the iron stocking shell like a horsewhip.
"You guessed it, didn't you? You lecherous devil! She's being tortured to death with those iron stockings, and you're getting all
excited and hard. Too bad you can't open them, you can only watch through the iron cage. It's driving you crazy!"
"Don't laugh at me, Min-mei. We've known each other for so long, you know my tastes have been around for a while."
Zhang Wuji surrendered, his hands still moving, "Min-mei, you don't know how alluring you are with
these . People say a fairy treads on dust, her steps light and graceful
, that's the most beautiful sight of a woman's feet. Now look at these iron stocking torture devices, bound to the toes, adorned with silver chains, showing both softness and strength—
a beauty no less than a fairy's feet. Although you can't open them, this kind of play has its own unique charm." "Minmei, please forgive me.
To be honest, I was originally thinking of finding some mechanics to take a look in a few days to see if there was another way to open
this thing. But I was tempted by your iron stockings, and now I almost hope you wear them more often. But don't
worry , I won't make you suffer too much because of this." Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's iron stockings, letting her other
foot bounce and shake his erect penis. "These iron stockings have another advantage. It'll
be inconvenient . I'll use my Nine Yang Skill to warm your feet every day. In a few days, the fragrance of your feet will probably fill the inner courtyard
."
"You scoundrel, you're laughing at me! I think you're just afraid of being taken advantage of. If you had asked a craftsman to look at these iron stockings, would you, you lecherous
fiend, have let someone else take advantage of me? But now that you're
wearing these iron stockings, I won't have any spare socks for you to enjoy anymore. You sock-fetish fool, without my worn socks to arouse you, can you even bear to smell
them?" Zhao Min seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain of wearing the iron stockings, her heart returning to the alluring
scene in the Green Willow Manor dungeon years ago. It turned out that after discovering Zhang Wuji's deep fascination with women's feet, Zhao Min
curiously tried to tease him with her worn socks. During their intimate moments, she not only gave the socks to Zhang Wuji to smell, but also used them
to wrap around his large penis, rubbing it with her jade hands to enhance his lust. Zhao Min's socks had absorbed
a lot of her foot scent, and the texture of the socks was full of friction, so Zhang Wuji felt greatly stimulated after trying them.
Later, Zhao Min's hand-rubbing wasn't enough, so she simply covered Zhang Wuji's penis with a stocking and held it in her mouth. She not only
sucked and nibbled in various ways, but also subtly applied pressure with her tongue, accompanied by her ecstatic moans, bringing
Zhang Wuji to climax repeatedly. From then on, Zhao Min's stocking became an indispensable sex toy for the two. Whether
flirting or performing oral sex, Zhang Wuji was always captivated by Zhao Min's stocking. Even when penetrating
Zhao tie the stocking to the base like a sheep's eye ring. Each time Zhang Wuji thrust into
Zhao Min, the ring would strike her vulva, tormenting her to the point of ecstasy and causing her to climax several times. Now, with Zhao Min's feet bound by iron stockings, she
could no wear silk stockings. Zhang Wuji lost his beloved possession, but Zhou Zhiruo, through a series of unfortunate moves, actually achieved some of
her goal in winning favor. Zhang Wuji knew Zhao Min was telling the truth, but seeing the person before him still enduring
the torment of having her jade toe shattered for him, he couldn't bear to make any more demands. "Min-mei, don't worry, I won't neglect you. Even
without your undergarments, I still enjoy your oral skills. At worst, I'll just use your new stockings instead."
"Hmph, you're not being honest. Without the scent of my stockings, you'll be lucky to last eighty percent.
I've sacrificed so much; I'm not so easily satisfied." Zhao Min felt
the hardness ; it hadn't subsided. "Don't worry, Brother Wuji. Since you like it, even if I can take off these iron stockings,
I'll put them back on so you can
play with them. As for the undergarments, I have another plan. I just hope it will satisfy you. Just give me your all. You don't need to find any craftsmen. These
iron mechanisms are incredibly ingenious and hidden inside the black iron shell. They're not easy to break.
As long as you... you use various methods to fuck me a few more times, treat me like your slave, torture and humiliate me, let me
enjoy being ravaged and possessed by you. That will alleviate the torment of the iron stockings." Zhao Min, with Zhang Wuji holding
her left foot, was kissing her through the iron cage, but she gradually got into character. With her eyes glazed over, she expressed
her masochistic desires. "Poor Zhou sister, so clever and perceptive, yet so bound by worldly customs.
Knowing her man's desires, she couldn't bring herself to satisfy him. As a lover, she didn't seduce him; as a wife, she
didn't comfort him. If it weren't for my prominent status and Brother Wuji's lingering
gratitude , you
wouldn't have been able to compete with me. For example, you've meticulously shackled me with these iron stockings, probably thinking that if he can't touch them, he'll lose interest and patience. You don't understand Brother Wuji's thoughts;
how could you have predicted that if he can't kiss my feet, he'll kiss these iron stockings instead? However, although you are the Empress,
I am not a submissive concubine. Since you've deprived Brother Wuji of the opportunity to enjoy my undergarments, then I'll
use your stockings as a substitute."
Having made up her mind, Zhao Min fell silent. The two were already deeply in love, and she was
n't about to stop. She immediately raised her legs, waving her feet in front of Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji recognized the look
immediately; he knew it was a hint Zhao Min had given him before their secret rendezvous. He couldn't see Zhao Min's feet, but he could see their alluring shape. Her feet were hidden within a pair of tight-fitting iron stockings, with glimpses of flesh peeking
through the double-layered perforations. The indistinct details added to the mystery, leaving Zhang Wuji mesmerized. Before Zhang Wuji could react, Zhao Min parted her silver-white iron stockings, pulled up a chain, and draped it over his head and shoulders. She trapping Zhang Wuji between them. Zhang Wuji, naturally drawn to the situation, quickly...




Stripped bare of her remaining undergarments, Zhang Wuji thrust directly into her. With each thrust and pull, Zhao Min
moaned , the chains of her iron stockings rattling alluringly, further fueling Zhang Wuji's desire
. Watching her swaying nipples, Zhang Wuji teased, "Are you enjoying yourself, Min-mei? Are your feet still sore?
If so, I'll increase the pressure to enhance your pleasure." Zhao Min was already aroused, as if caught
in a tidal wave of desire, the relentless surge of pleasure causing her to abandon all restraint. She clamped her legs tightly around Zhang Wuji,
her toes tensing, activating the mechanism within the iron stockings. Old injuries in Zhao Min's toes flared up,
her nerves trembling violently. Just as Zhang Wuji forcefully penetrated her, her moans intensified, and
simultaneously, her vaginal fluids gushed forth. Zhao Min was now in a semi-conscious state, unable to distinguish whether her
moans came from the pleasure of lust or the pain of the iron stockings. She was simply instinctively craving intense stimulation.
"Brother Wuji, it feels so good! You...you quickly carry me to the torture chamber, come and torture Minmin! Minmin
really needs it!" Hearing Zhao Min's request, Zhang Wuji didn't pull out. He placed Zhao Min's legs on his shoulders,
embraced her waist and body, and with a burst of true energy, triggered a mechanism, carrying Zhao Min into a
hidden dark room in the bedchamber. The room was lit by luminous pearls and furnished with various female torture instruments, from large torture
racks to small whips and nipple bells—everything Zhao Min had meticulously prepared according to his preferences, without even
Zhou Zhiruo knowing. "Min-mei is currently injured and probably cannot be subjected to torture like being suspended with her hands behind her back.
How about letting her be tortured lying down, sitting on that iron cart?" Zhang Wuji looked around and chose
a torture platform, placing Zhao Min on it. The mention of the iron cart immediately made Zhao Min's breathing
become heavier. As soon as Zhang Wuji put her down, she still groaned with desire, her legs not closing, but instead
actively spreading wide to cooperate. Although the iron stockings were tied together with chains,
they did not restrict the extent to which Zhao Min could step or spread her legs, because they could not interfere with the emperor's access to his concubines. Zhang Wuji crawled out from between Zhao Min's legs, freeing himself from
the chains , and turned to bind Zhao Min to a reclining chair-like frame on the torture platform. This iron trolley was also
a cleverly designed erotic device. It turns out that Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min had spent some time in the rebel army. Although Zhang Wuji was
nominally the leader and commander, he was unfamiliar with military affairs, so he delegated all matters, big and small, to his deputies, such as Chang Yuchun and Xu Da. Zhao Min
often had clever schemes and plans, while Zhang Wuji himself ended up as a human shield, frequently drawing
teasing from Zhao Min who said that he, the dignified commander, had become a common soldier. Knowing he wasn't cut out to lead an army,
and now that the rebel army was using the right people, Zhang Wuji didn't need to be stern and unsmiling towards his own people. So he used
the stories of Emperor Gaozu's generals and Han Xin's military exploits to glorify himself. Zhao Min laughed upon hearing this, then playfully scolded, "Emperor Gaozu of Han made a shrewd plan, promising Han Xin three things he wouldn't kill,
yet Empress Lü ultimately had him executed with a bamboo knife. You, Zhang Wuji, are such a kind old man; where would you find the courage?
You only rely on your superb martial arts to be a fierce general, always charging ahead
. Aren't you afraid of one day suffering a setback and ending up like Gao Chong, who killed the Iron Chariot with his spear?" Zhao Min's words flowed naturally; she had intended to subtly advise Zhang Wuji against
always being at the forefront on the battlefield. However, she realized her comment about killing meritorious officials was somewhat insinuating about Zhang Wuji's identity and
fell silent. Seeing the awkward silence, Zhang Wuji didn't want to continue the argument. Suddenly,
a brilliant idea struck him—a way to comfort Zhao Min. Zhang Wuji then teased Zhao Min, saying, "General Gao Chong's warhorse
couldn't withstand the rigors of eleven iron carts
before
it met its end. Do you think my divine skills are inferior to a mere horse? If you want to be at ease, Min-mei, it's not difficult. After we enter the palace, you can sit on the cart in this position and charge at me. Let's see how many times my golden spear can withstand your iron carts, and then you'll know the extent of my divine skills."
Zhao Min immediately blushed with embarrassment, but she remembered Zhang Wuji's unintentional words. Not long after entering the palace,
driven by lust, Zhao Min quickly became addicted to enjoying various forms of torture and abuse. In search of novel and exciting methods of torture, she
painstakingly created this iron cart torture device. The iron pulley was originally a battering ram used in the army, used to launch from a high place and crash into the enemy's
formation ; it was a powerful defensive weapon. Now, Zhao Min's iron pulley torture device was a sloping platform, similar
to a landslide, with parallel longitudinal rails on which a pulley support was placed. Besides the straps binding
her torso also had a unique structure to separate and secure her legs. During torture, Zhao Min's
legs were spread apart and fixed to the pulley support. The pulley support could slide up and down along the rails; when it went up in reverse, a
lock automatically engaged at the top. If the lock was released, the pulley could slide freely down again, carrying Zhao Min towards
Zhang Wuji 's penis, causing her vagina to be violently penetrated during the impact. The device's name
comes from this scene of a spear thrusting into an iron pulley. Zhang Wuji positioned the limp Zhao Min on the iron cart,
then placed his penis on an auxiliary support below the execution platform. He fitted a
large, spiky eyelet around the base of his penis, adjusting its position so that Zhao Min's open vulva faced his penis.
Zhang Wuji then used a long stick to lift the iron cart, carrying Zhao Min, to a higher position on the execution platform. With a "click," the lock engaged
the cart, and Zhao Min's vulva was now directly facing Zhang Wuji's penis. Her vaginal fluids dripped slowly from between her legs, like
saliva flowing from a thirsty mouth. "Brother Wuji, I feel so empty, release the lever... let me rush down so
you can penetrate me," Zhao Min pleaded, unable to receive Zhang Wuji's penetration. Zhang Wuji pulled the lever, and the lock on the iron cart retracted into the execution platform. The cart, now free of its restraints, began to slide downwards, accelerating rapidly
within moments .
At this moment, Zhang Wuji's penis was still erect on the execution platform. If it had been slightly off-center and
hadn't struck Zhao Min's vulva, it would have been a horrific accident, with the cart crushing her. Zhang Wuji, however, seemed unfazed. He had long since
mastered the iron cart, and the instant Zhao Min's cart reached the bottom of the execution platform's slope, he thrust forward, and his thick,
hard suddenly struck hard in the vulva, jolted.
Her legs involuntarily tried to close to protect herself, but they were already firmly secured by belts, rendering her
immobile . In that instant, Zhao Min watched helplessly as a hard object rapidly and unimpededly filled
her vagina. If it weren't for the thick ring around the base of Zhang Wuji's penis, keeping a portion of it
outside Zhao Min's vagina, the enormous glans would have almost slammed into her cervix. Even so,
the sudden thrusting of Zhang Wuji's penis into Zhao Min's vagina, with her vulva violently slamming against the base of his penis, made her feel incredibly sensitive.
The sheep's eye ring, with its soft rubber barbs, pierced Zhao Min's engorged labia and erect clitoris. The immense
impact and sudden, intense stimulation caused Zhao Min to cry out and tense up, her body almost bouncing back.
Zhao Min felt a spasm in her vaginal walls; this impact almost gave her
the illusion that her vulva was being rubbed raw and bleeding. If it weren't for the large amount of vaginal fluid that had been secreted beforehand, providing ample lubrication,
even if she survived this first time, her vagina would likely have been a bloody mess after several more thrusts. Zhao Min's
nipples stood erect with excitement. She gasped for breath, murmuring urging Zhang Wuji to further
torture her. "Ahhh... I can't take it anymore! No, Brother Wuji, don't mind me! Minmin just wants to enjoy this kind of
stimulation ! Ahhh... Brother Wuji, quickly gag Minmin! Don't worry about Minmin's cries!
The more you torture Minmin, the more excited she'll become! Come on, keep thrusting into Minmin!" Hearing Zhao Min
's moans and screams, Zhang Wuji began to thrust harder, his breathing becoming heavy. He didn't immediately push Zhao Min
back up the slope. Instead, he used his penis to penetrate Zhao Min's vagina, pushing her up and down with the cart.
His hands weren't idle either. He first gagged Zhao Min with the torn undergarment, then casually took two
thumb- sized nipple bells, pinched Zhao Min's hardened nipples, and put the bells on her chest. Zhao Min, legs spread wide
, was secured to the slide, allowing Zhang Wuji to thrust his penis against her lower body. With each thrust
, she swayed up and down, the copper bells on her nipples jingling humiliatingly with each sway of her breasts. Her incessant moans
clearly indicated she was experiencing a sexual climax. After a few moments of this, Zhang Wuji thrust again
, forcefully shoving Zhao Min and the slide several meters forward, like a powerful charioteer throwing a tripod. The slide was then
pushed to the top of the slide and locked by a mechanism. The force of Zhang Wuji's thrust sent Zhao Min into a trance
-like sensation. His large penis slid out of her vagina with a soft hiss, drawing out
a large amount of milky vaginal fluid, which spilled along the slide's guide rails. A slightly fishy, lewd odor
gradually filled the torture chamber. As Zhao Min ascended to the top of the torture platform on the iron trolley, she knew that another violent impact
was about to descend upon her sensitive vulva. The previous intense impact had almost overwhelmed her, yet
her strong sexual desire made her subtly yearn for the next assault. Both terrified and frightened, Zhao Min slightly closed her eyes,
fully savoring this irresistible, stimulating pleasure. Since being strapped to the execution platform, Zhao Min felt
as if she was no longer a noble princess or concubine, but a lamb to be slaughtered by Zhang Wuji. Her
gradually losing consciousness began to be filled with excited fantasies. Zhao Min felt as if she was not only strapped to
this execution platform, but also as if she was being suspended thousands of feet in the air, with countless
penises of her Wuji brothers aimed at her vulva. As the locks loosened again, the iron pulley began to accelerate down, and she fell
as if she were a stone falling from the sky. Countless penises of her Wuji brothers actually gathered into a huge pillar,
which, like a thick iron spear, was inserted into her vagina, instantly penetrating her uterus, and then turning into countless
penises, whipping every nerve in her body. As the weight on her nipples shook violently,
the immense impact on her vulva and vagina caused Zhao Min to instinctively arch her back. The force of the impact reached her lower abdomen, and
with her lower body out of control, a stream of clear urine gushed out of her
ravaged Zhao Min awake from her fantasy, making her realize that she was once again being penetrated
by Zhang Wuji's penis. Zhao Min's previously dazed eyes widened instantly. Despite her toes being
tightly clamped , she instinctively tried to clench them together. The pain in her toes mingled with the stimulation of her vagina,
and Zhao Min, who had been barely controlling herself, could no longer stop the gushing of urine. Soon, a large, messy pool of urine flowed beneath the iron sled
. Zhang Wuji, still unsatisfied, continued to stimulate Zhao Min with varying degrees of intensity.
Supported by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Zhao Min experienced the feeling of being sprinted down the iron sled for the third time in despair.
She involuntarily let out a moan, hoping to send a message of begging for mercy to Zhang Wuji through the tattered gag.
However, she already knew that, according to their tacit agreement, the torture had only just begun. As
the successor of Hu Qingniu, Zhang Wuji had already thoroughly examined the limits of Zhao Min's physical endurance. Zhang Wuji understood that
although Zhao Min was already feeling unable to endure it, she still desperately craved the experience of being passively subjected to severe sexual torture
. Her current sensations were merely the beginning. Next, Zhang Wuji skillfully manipulated
the iron cart, slowly unleashing every potential within Zhao Min's body with each thrust.
He even fed her water several times to replenish her strength. On the iron cart, Zhao Min first groaned in pain,
then gradually let out desperate cries. A moment later, her weak but persistent groans carried a subconscious yearning
and discontent. She fully experienced the unparalleled pleasure of having her body completely controlled during the torture.
Chapter Five: Eliminating the Treacherous Officials - Zhao Min Presents Her Foot Techniques in Court, Suffers Slander; Zhi Ruo Secretly Requests Foot Bath.
The next morning, almost unable to move, Zhao Min was gently carried out of the torture chamber by Zhang Wuji. Drenched in sweat, Zhao Min
seemed to have endured countless cycles of hell, only able to gasp for breath. She was completely
naked except for a pair of iron stockings. Her swollen vulva constantly secreted clear,
lustful fluid, and her legs were covered in large patches of it. Although her lower body was so tormented that she could barely close her legs, Zhao Min's eyes held a look of satisfaction and
joy , as if the torment of the iron stockings had vanished. Zhang Wuji laid Zhao Min down, parted
her legs, turned around, took a pill, crushed it with medicinal oil, and carefully applied it to
Zhao Min . The cool sensation quickly relieved the slight swelling and pain in Zhao Min's vulva. "Last night, Min-mei
was too indulgent. Did you injure your vagina? This medicine is very effective, but you'll be going to court
to apologize soon. In your current state, how can you walk?" Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's iron stockings and
slowly to help her activate her feet and meridians. Zhao Min breathed a
sigh of relief, finally feeling a little strength return. "You lecherous devil, only now do you care about me? You
were so excited about torturing me last night, using the iron cart three more times than usual. The
morning can't handle it and lose my composure in court, you'll be responsible." Zhang Wuji nodded obsequiously.
He had indeed been too excited last night. He glanced again at the iron stockings on Zhao Min's feet; this instrument of torture still secretly
aroused him. After a night of brewing, the iron stockings were now like an incense burner. If one were to get close, one could
smell the alluring scent of Zhao Min's feet slowly and steadily emanating from the carved holes. Zhang Wuji composed himself, took out a
delicate flat pair of pliers, and gently half-inserted them into Zhao Min's vagina. He slowly and forcefully opened them, stretching Zhao Min's vaginal opening
open and revealing the dark secret passage. Zhang Wuji dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and gently applied it to Zhao Min's vulva.
"This medicine was given to me by Xiao Zhao. It's very effective, but Min-mei, your vulva has been subjected to too much stimulation and prolonged abuse. Now your vaginal
fluid is constantly being secreted, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to control for a while. If this vaginal fluid continues to flow in the court,
people might smell it, and what should we do then?" As soon as the medicine was applied, Zhao Min felt
a slight "Are you jealous? I won't let you suffer. Go get me a pair of clean, thick socks."
Zhang Wuji was puzzled and asked, "Why get socks? These iron socks can't be opened." "Fool, socks aren't
for wearing on your feet. I want you to apply the medicine to these socks and put them inside my vulva. Firstly, to help
heal the wound with the medicine, and secondly, to absorb the vaginal fluid inside, so as not to lose control." Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji suddenly understood, never
expecting Zhao Min's socks to have such a use. He immediately took a pair of thick silk socks, applied the medicine, and
rolled them into a thick rod shape. "Min-mei, I'm going to insert the sock strip now, bear with it." Zhang Wuji
spread wider and gently inserted the sock strip into her vagina, but only half of it was inserted before it got stuck
inside Zhao Min's vagina, unable to go in completely. He tried several times, scraping Zhao Min until she gasped for breath. "Fool, this stocking is so
soft, of course it won't go in. You've been trying to penetrate me for so long, you've explored every nook and cranny, yet you
don't even have this much experience. Just add a hard object to the stocking, and it'll be fine." Zhang Wuji, scolded, chuckled obsequiously, "Alright, alright,
Your Highness is so knowledgeable, I'll go do it right away." He found a thin candlestick, unwrapped the stocking, and rewrapped it around the
copper pillar. He then slowly inserted it into Zhao Min's vagina until almost the entire stocking was inside, before
using his hand to pull out the copper pillar. Zhang Wuji didn't call for any maids or servants; he dressed Zhao Min himself,
channeled his inner energy into her again, and then helped her slowly stand up. With a thick stocking inserted into her vagina, Zhao Min
became aroused again by the stimulation. Knowing the power of the iron stocking, she tried to walk as quietly as possible, but the pain still brought
tears . Zhang Wuji tried to pick her up, but she pushed him away. "If you come to carry me outside the palace gates,
and Zhou Zhiruo sees us, I don't know how much more suffering I'll endure. Now that I have the stocking inserted, I can continue to be
aroused and slightly alleviate the pain. The stocking absorbs my vaginal fluids, so I don't have to worry about losing face." Helpless, Zhang Wuji let
Zhao Min walk slowly towards the court alone. Zhao Min's journey was a mixture of pleasure and pain, the experience
indescribable By the time she arrived at the court, her vagina was already overflowing, and her body was covered in a fresh, fragrant sweat, yet she
appeared extremely miserable.
Zhou Zhiruo was already waiting nearby; seeing Zhao Min's pained expression, she let out a soft groan. A moment later, the Emperor and Empress entered the hall .
Zhao Min, dragging the iron stockings and chains, slowly and laboriously stepped forward. The ministers, seeing Zhao Min, peered under her skirt,
wondering what those shackles looked like that caused the Consort Yuan such pain as to walk. Zhou Zhiruo, seeing
everyone had arrived, made Zhao Min kneel and publicly reprimanded her for her past transgressions. Zhao Min, adopting a submissive posture,
endured Zhou Zhiruo's accusations without objection, silently kneeling to listen. After finishing her reprimand, Zhou Zhiruo's expression
softened slightly, but she said to Zhao Min, "Now that you have atoned your sins and are wearing the iron stockings I bestowed upon you,
let everyone see you in shackles right here in the court, so that you may appease public opinion." Zhao Min, still kneeling, responded with a sound of agreement,
and without rising, tried to lift the hem of her skirt to reveal the iron stockings for everyone to examine, but Zhou Zhiruo stopped her.
"Wait! As His Majesty's concubine, you must behave with dignity in public.
How can you be so frivolous as to lift your skirt to expose your feet, Zhao Min? Besides, the iron stockings are behind you; how can everyone see them?" "Your Majesty,
it's not that I don't understand etiquette, but there's no custom in palace etiquette of showing shackles. Please
enlighten me, Your Majesty." "I don't blame you. In that case, stand up, face the court officials, and raise one leg
so everyone can see it clearly. Then switch to the other leg." "Zhiruo, Min-mei
is already struggling to walk with these shackles; how can she stand on one leg? Why not let her sit and then show her the iron stockings?" "A
concubine who has committed a crime has no right to be offered a seat. Let her stand, raise her leg, and only after everyone has carefully inspected the iron stockings
can she lower her foot." "Zhou Zhiruo persisted, "Do you think I don't know the details of the torture instruments I bestowed
? These iron stockings are a bit tight, but if one stands firmly and doesn't lean, the spring won't be too
tight . Unless she was just punished last night and then secretly seduced His Majesty into doing some excessive lewd play, leaving
her body empty." After Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, she gave Zhang Wuji a cold look, "Otherwise, with her past
reputation for playing upright roles in the martial arts world, how could she not even be able to stand?" "Empress, please don't be suspicious. Last night, I was only comforted by His Majesty for
a while, it was just a routine visit. " "There was nothing excessively lewd." Zhao Min retorted to
Zhou Zhiruo . "Your Majesty, I am truly atoning for my sins. Since Your Majesty wishes me to stand, I thank Your
Majesty for granting me the grace of not kneeling." After speaking, Zhao Min slowly stood up, straightened her clothes, and said, "This sinful concubine
is wearing iron stockings on her feet. You ministers may come forward one by one to see. Wearing shackles is indeed indecent, but it is my own fault for bringing
this humiliation upon myself. I hope you will not blame His Majesty and Your Majesty." "Consort Yuan's sincerity has moved Heaven. We have only taken the liberty of observing as
agreed, and we dare not criticize you." Zhao Min adjusted her strength, gritted her teeth, and used her left foot to support herself while
slowly raising her right foot, which emerged from beneath her palace dress. The iron stockings, shaped like an arch, were exposed to the crowd. The
stockings were intricately
carved , a sight of unparalleled beauty. A shimmering silver chain was attached to the ankle of the stockings, protruding
from beneath her dress, sparking the imagination. For a moment, the officials held their breath, speechless. Zhou Zhiruo,
seeing that the iron stockings fit Zhao Min perfectly and witnessing the crowd's reaction, felt a surge of resentment. "My
lords," Zhao Min said, "I am deeply honored by the Empress's gift of such exquisitely fitting iron stockings. I am deeply grateful for Her Majesty
's kindness. Please come forward and examine them; they are indeed instruments of torture."
Soon after, she felt the increasing pressure on her left foot. The torture of the previous night had left her exhausted, and she
swayed slightly, almost imperceptibly. The iron stocking on her left foot tightened abruptly, startling Zhao Min, who quickly steadied herself
. The ministers approached one by one, examined Zhao Min's iron stocking, and then withdrew. In a short time, Zhao Min
felt her feet become several times heavier, forcing her to clench her teeth. Her right foot, suspended in mid-air, swayed slightly from side to side,
using the opportunity to display the iron stocking as an excuse to squeeze the stocking inserted into her vagina between her legs, arousing a desperate
resistance to the torment of the stocking. The stocking was a thick silk stocking that Zhao Min had chosen, with a deep and dense weave. With a slight
squeeze, she felt the swelling of the foreign object in her vagina, and the small piece of the stocking protruding from her vulva further rubbed against Zhao Min's
sensitive labia, quickly increasing her excitement. Zhao Min felt as if she were holding her breath, her body burning with pent-up energy
, watching the ministers walk past her one by one, her only thought being to end this humiliating
ordeal as quickly as possible. The ministers marveled at the exquisite iron stockings on Zhao Min's feet, but they were all discerning and knew
not to be too presumptuous in front of the emperor. With the empress watching, they quickly glanced at her and then withdrew, lest they be drawn into this imperial
power struggle. Only Xian Ziping, a lecherous man, confident in Zhou Zhiruo's protection, wanted to make Zhao Min lose her composure.
When he stepped forward to examine her, he stared intently at her sexy feet, stalling for time. Zhao Min, held captive by this
man, could not resist. She felt the increasing pressure on her left toes, her whole body feeling as if it were being bitten by ants
, and a clear stream of sweat had already gathered at her cleavage. Seeing that this person was clearly targeting her, Zhao Min knew it was
Zhou Zhiruo 's arrangement. She was furious, but didn't show it. Instead, she forced a smile at Xian Ziping, saying, "
Sir, you've been looking at my iron stockings for a long time. You must have noticed how exquisite the carvings are, and felt the
Empress 's deep concern for me. These carvings are on both the inner and outer layers of the stockings, but they don't overlap, giving them
a shimmering effect when worn. It must have taken the Empress a lot of effort to create such exquisite designs
." As she spoke, Zhao Min slightly shook her right foot, and the carvings, shifting and changing, indeed seemed lifelike, causing
Xian Ziping to swallow hard. "If you can't see clearly, sir, I'll try to raise my foot a little more.
I'd also appreciate it if you could witness this for me." Xian Ziping, who had been greedily admiring Zhao Min's iron stockings, was suddenly captivated by her
alluring smile and lost his mind. Zhao Min was already skilled in this art, and Xian Ziping,
upon first seeing her iron stockings, had been fantasizing wildly, lingering to the side imagining how to defile this
alluring foot fetish. Seeing Zhao Min seemingly intentionally teasing him, Xian Ziping had no time to think further;
driven by instinct, he entered into the act. In a daze, Xian Ziping only saw the rounded iron shell of the foot arch lift up again,
the chain on the ankle of the iron stocking swaying gently. The carved holes became clearer, and through
them he could vaguely see Zhao Min's flesh-colored soles pressed tightly against the inner iron shell. Burning with lust, Xian Ziping
disregarded everything else and pretended to lower his head to examine Zhao Min's iron stockings closely. As he painstakingly
followed the perforated holes with his eyes to Zhao Min's toes, he discovered that her toes were still tightly locked by some indistinct springs inside,
and just then, he smelled an alluring foot rhythm wafting from the perforations of the iron stockings. "Consort Yuan's feet are so alluring,
and even the scent is so strong. She's so willing to offer them up for everyone to admire. I suppose she's a slut who can withstand a lot of rough
sex in bed." Thinking of this, Xian Ziping could no longer suppress the lust surging within him. He bent down and pressed his cheek almost
against Zhao Min's iron stockings, inhaling deeply. The scent of Zhao Min's feet was faint from a distance, but when he got close,
it extremely strong, wafting from the iron stockings. The smell made his lower body quickly become erect. Seeing that Zhao Min's
raised right foot seemed to have exhausted its strength and was about to sink down, Xian Ziping instinctively reached out with trembling hands to
grab this beauty. But suddenly a sharp shout rang in his ears, "What are you doing, sir!" Like a thunderbolt,
Xian Ziping suddenly realized that he was in the court, and in front of everyone, he not only had to lower his head
to smell the scent of Yuan Fei's feet, but also had to reach out and grab Yuan Fei's feet. What was even more shameful was that,
in hurriedly withdrew his hands and raised his head, exposing his erect penis to everyone
. Although the penis was not visible under his court robes, it had already created a high tent in the robes.
"How dare you, Xian Ziping! My concubine is punishing herself by wearing shackles and being publicly displayed in court to apologize, yet you take this opportunity to
openly defile her! Take her out and behead her!" Hearing Zhang Wuji's fury, Xian Ziping was terrified and repeatedly kowtowed, begging for mercy. But he had
no reason to explain himself. A woman's feet are a private matter. Zhao Min wore iron stockings, foot-shaped shackles
that concealed her flesh, allowing her to be seen under the guise of apology. Even so, it was inappropriate for a minister to
get too close to a concubine's feet. Xian Ziping not only almost touched Zhao Min's feet but also tried to
grasp them. Just the act of secretly smelling the concubine's feet was tantamount to desecrating the emperor and his concubine. What plunged him into despair was the
erect penis, which completely exposed his lustful thoughts about Zhao Min. Even if Zhou Zhiruo wanted to exonerate him
for smelling Zhao Min's feet, he couldn't escape this death sentence. Having endured this long, Zhao Min took the opportunity of the humiliation
to lower her right foot. She had almost collapsed just now because she had lost control while trying to seduce Xian Ziping by raising her right foot.
Although the waves of pleasure in her vagina allowed her to maintain her composure despite the immense pain,
the double torment she was suffering was only increasing. If Xian Ziping had actually held her iron stockings just now,
it was hard to say whether she would have groaned in public. Zhao Min didn't care that her body was covered in sweat that had soaked through her underwear and was
flowing down her body, but she breathed a sigh of relief. As the emperor grew angry, Xian Ziping was quickly dragged
away. Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity to vent his anger, reprimanding the righteous alliance. He first affirmed the righteous sects' righteous act of sending
their disciples to participate in the siege, then used Xian Ziping as an example to criticize the alliance for being preoccupied with court affairs while frequently
visiting the inner palace under the guise of trivial matters, failing to know how to avoid conflict. Xian Ziping had been lusting after the concubines in the inner
palace , and today, with the Empress Yuan voluntarily accepting punishment by displaying her shackles, he succumbed to his lust and committed a grave crime
. Although he had been severely punished today, there was no guarantee that such a madman would not be repeated. Zhang Wuji simply dismissed the other
envoys from their posts, ordering them to return to their sects. They were instructed to report any matters of the martial world to the Empress through official documents and await her decrees
, avoiding excessive contact with the inner palace. The members of the Righteous Alliance felt aggrieved, but since they were in the wrong,
they dared not provoke Zhang Wuji. They could only curse Xian Ziping, whom they were about to kill, in their hearts before leaving dejectedly. Zhou Zhi
Given this unexpected turn of events, it wouldn't be appropriate to further harass Zhao Min. She was allowed to switch to raising her left foot, and the officials inspected
the iron stockings. Seeing the rage in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and having already beheaded one, the officials dared not linger over
Zhao Min's iron stockings. Each of them glanced at them from a distance of more than three feet before hastily retreating. Many, however
, secretly plotted to have a similar sex toy made for their wives and concubines to
enjoy . Zhao Min, having examined her feet, found her legs almost numb from the tension. The silk stockings in her vulva were
saturated with her vaginal fluids, swollen and engorged. When she squeezed her legs together, it was as if she could wring out the fluids; in a few more hours, they
would overflow automatically. Fortunately, once the matter was resolved, Zhang Wuji ordered the palace women to leave, thus preventing Zhao Min from losing
her composure in court.
Zhou Zhiruo returned to her palace and summoned Song Qingshu, reporting Zhao Min's behavior in court. Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu
knelt down and begged
for forgiveness. Zhou Zhiruo, puzzled, asked Song Qingshu what his crime was, only to hear a new slanderous tale. "Your Majesty, this slut Zhao Min is no simple woman. I originally intended to use patterns of a concubine's status when forging the iron stockings, so as to show Your Majesty's impartiality in rewards and punishments, and to show both kindness and severity to that slut while punishing her. However, I did not expect that the vixen would use her footsteps to subtly seduce Your Majesty's men, causing Your Majesty's influence in the court to be completely wiped out by that slut. Please punish ." Zhou Zhiruo frowned. "How can you say that? Although Zhao Min used some tricks, Xian Ziping couldn't control himself, and I couldn't save him. Besides, the Righteous Alliance hasn't been abolished. Didn't His Majesty praise their righteous act of supporting the Northern Frontier? It's just that people from certain sects can't freely enter and leave the inner palace; that's a palace rule. I can still review documents and monitor the martial arts world." "Your Majesty is kind-hearted, but you must understand the ways of the wicked." Song Qingshu stepped forward. "That slut Zhao Min was originally a harlot, seducing Zhang..." Not only did Wuji force the Empress to live a life of forced widowhood, but he also acted so frivolously in court, even though the Empress couldn't see through it. Those iron stockings were torture instruments the Empress had personally experienced; wearing them on just one foot caused her considerable torment. When I put those wicked women in shackles, I deliberately tightened the spring halfway, and seeing how disheveled she looked walking into court, I knew the effect those iron stockings had on her. But now, Zhao Min disregarded the punishment of having her toes pinched, raising her foot high in front of so many people for everyone to see. To everyone , wasn't this a deliberate, open provocation? Zhao Min, that vile woman, kicked him so easily, yet Zhang Wuji didn't reprimand her at all. Your Majesty, you're also kept Wuji allows her to flirt with male lovers outside, yet Your Majesty can't control her. If any powerful or unscrupulous person were to throw themselves at her in the future, that vile woman might gather a force that rivals Your Majesty's. That's one reason. That vile woman has bewitched Your Majesty's men, and the righteous alliance has since distanced itself from Your Majesty by a hundred miles. Your Majesty is focused on managing Zhang Wuji's affairs, so ordinary matters are naturally not a problem. However, the document was delivered through official channels, and its contents passed through several people. If Your Highness has something you don't want to handle openly, you really won't be able to find anyone for a while. In the future, when you compete with that slut Zhao Min, you will suffer a great loss. This is the end of the matter. These two mistakes are due to Qing Shu's lack of consideration . He didn't expect that that slut, even without her undergarments, could still use her lustful feet wearing iron stockings to seduce men. Zhou Zhiruo became more and more jealous and resentful, and then heard Song Qing Shu say, "I don't blame you. Although those iron stockings are instruments of torture, they are indeed very exquisite." "I have already bestowed the iron stockings upon Zhao Min, and it is inconvenient to change them. Since you men all like to look at such things, then... then if I were to ask you to tailor a pair for me without any clamps, would you be willing? These iron stockings don't need to be made of any black iron; white copper will suffice. However, besides fitting my feet perfectly, they cannot be too uncomfortable. I hope that after wearing silk stockings, I can still walk comfortably with these iron stockings on top." Song Qingshu was immediately overjoyed. "Your Majesty, whatever you desire, Qingshu will do his best to fulfill it. However, Your Majesty, Qingshu has one more thing to say. Your Majesty must not only add water to the pot but also forget to remove firewood from the stove." "Hmm? Do not be shy, tell me ." "Your Majesty, please allow me to explain, how is it that slut Zhao Min who can bewitch Zhang Wuji so completely?" "Even someone as beautiful as Your Majesty is being neglected?" Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Song Qingshu strangely, then said fiercely, "Hmph. Which of you men doesn't like lewd women? When Zhao Min was a princess, she was a slut who seduced every man she saw . I've heard that the customs of the Yuan Dynasty are open, so Zhao Min probably learned a lot of lewd skills long ago, and now she's using them on Brother Wuji." Zhou Zhiruo recalled the scene of Zhao Min subtly seducing Xian Ziping in the court, " Just look at her skill with her feet, I'm ashamed to admit I can't match it." Zhou Zhiruo looked at Song Qingshu again, "Judging from your hesitant words, are you trying to say that the smell of my feet is too bland, unlike that slut's foot charm which can make you men aroused just by smelling it, and therefore I can't hold the Emperor's hand?" "Song Qingshu quickly apologized, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have always considered Your Majesty's footsteps to be the most exquisite. Every time Your Majesty bestows a pair of socks, I can use them to masturbate all night." "Alright, I don't want to hear about your affairs. I bestowed these socks upon you only at your request, as a gift in lieu of money, so you can keep them as a memento and also to save the palace money. What you do with my reward is your business, it has nothing to do with me. You don't need to pretend anymore, do you think I can't see through your men's thoughts? I won't blame you, but since say such things, is there any way?" "Your Majesty is wise, I have a way to make Your Majesty's footsteps even more alluring, but in doing so, I need Your Majesty to be a little humiliated and do me a favor." Song Qingshu threw out the bait . "What method is it, and how can I assist you?" Zhou Zhiruo heard that there was a way to make her foot rhythm stronger . She had long believed that Zhao Min used foot rhythm to seduce Zhang Wuji, but she was troubled by her own clean feet and her own love of cleanliness, so she could not change this fact. Now that Song Qingshu had mentioned it, she hurriedly asked for . "Your Majesty, after what happened back then, Qing Shu traveled far and wide. By chance, he obtained some secret manuals on mechanisms, Taoist arts, and acupuncture. Among them was a medicine called 'Foot-Refining Soup.' If a woman uses it regularly to wash her feet, it increases the secretion of sweat from , enhancing the appearance of her socks. If Your Majesty is willing, Qing Shu is willing to prepare this soup for you and serve you with foot-washing." "What is this Foot-Refining Soup, and why does it have such an effect?" "Your Majesty, this Foot-Refining Soup is related to those iron socks. When Qing Shu introduced the iron socks to Your Majesty, he mentioned that the Little Dragon Girl of Zhongnan Mountain was captured by the Mongol prince Huo Du and subjected to the torture of having her feet pierced with pearl boots. Do you remember that, Your Majesty?" "Of course I remember. Your iron socks are even more effective than those pearl boots. It seems you are quite an expert in mechanisms and female torture."



















































Zhou Zhiruo commented calmly on Song Qingshu's iron stockings, her tone ambiguous, neither praising nor belittling them, leaving
Song Qingshu, who had been investigating Zhou Zhiruo's sexual preferences, clueless. "Your Majesty flatters me," Song Qingshu continued, "Let me continue. These pearl boots were
invented by Huo Du to torture Xiaolongnu's feet. It's a pity that while the instrument of torture restrains Xiaolongnu, it lacks the
ultimate humiliation." "What do you mean? Isn't it humiliating enough for a woman to be subjected to this foot-torture instrument?"
"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but although Xiaolongnü was initially imprisoned and tortured with foot fetishes, and repeatedly disciplined by Huo Du, she
remained steadfast and preserved her last line of defense." Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, his expression unchanged. "
Xiaolongnü was pure and innocent, and like Your Majesty, she was an ethereal fairy. Her jade feet were always bare, never
stained with a speck of dirt, yet their rhythm was exceptionally pure. When Huo Du harassed Xiaolongnü, he humiliated her, saying that a woman's foot fetishes
and vaginal fluids were indicators of her inner lewdness. He claimed that Xiaolongnü, outwardly a fairy,
would inevitably reveal her true nature if she were disciplined by him for even a day. Xiaolongnü then made a bet with Huo Du: if she didn't lose to his discipline in a day,
she wouldn't allow him to defile her. Huo Du, also a foot fetishist, made
Xiaolongnü wear pearl-embroidered boots and thick silk stockings, and pull her on horseback under the scorching sun, just to smell the strong scent of Xiaolongnü's socks." They went to the camp's horse farm
to run, using the geothermal heat to dry Xiaolongnu's leather boots. As a result, by evening, Xiaolongnu's feet, which had been covered
in sweat all day, were soaked with sweat when she changed her silk socks, yet they still smelled fresh and natural. Huo Du tried this
for several days , and Xiaolongnu's socks always smelled the same. Xiaolongnu used this to indicate that her desires were weak, and she consistently refused
Huo Du's attempts to rape her. Later, Huo Du, having exhausted all other options, sought out Xiaolongnu's senior sister, Li Mochou. Li
Mochou, a woman with a history of sexual activity, knew Xiaolongnu well and gave Huo Du
a secret recipe . Huo Du used this bath to wash Xiaolongnu's feet several times a day, and finally discovered that Xiaolongnu's desires began to increase. With the slightest
stimulation, she would begin to produce vaginal fluids, and the smell of her socks gradually became stronger, finally breaking down
Xiaolongnu's last resistance. Now, Qing Shu presents this foot bath to the Empress, for... "Your Majesty, this foot-training soup will enhance your feminine charm.
While the scent of your feet may not reach the level of that slut Zhao Min, it
should be somewhat attractive to Zhang Wuji," Zhou Zhiruo sneered. "
Why are you so selfless in offering me this advice? Even if you didn't have any ulterior motives towards me, if you wanted to use my help to deal with
Zhao Min and take advantage of me, I could understand. But this time you've offered me
a method to attract Zhang Wuji. Don't you hate Zhang Wuji? I've gained your favor, yet you can't take advantage of me here
, letting your enemy benefit at your own expense. This is something I don't understand." "Your Majesty," Zhou Zhiruo replied, "Qingshu is not lying to you.
Qingshu does indeed have a desire to disrespect Your Majesty, but I know Your Majesty's status is now too high for me to
touch casually. Qingshu offered this plan hoping Your Majesty would have pity on Qingshu." "As for Your Majesty's thoughts, I would like to bestow some personal
items upon you to comfort me, and also to taste the flavor of that slut Zhao Min. It is fate that
I cannot have ; even if Zhang Wuji does not favor Your Majesty, I have no chance." As Song Qingshu said this,
he saw the resentment hidden in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. "If Your Majesty can win back Zhang Wuji, then Your Majesty's desires will be
satisfied, and Zhao Min's position will be unstable. If Your Majesty still has pity on me, please bestow some undergarments upon me, and I will be
happy . If Your Majesty is unable to get involved at that time, I beg Your Majesty to grant me the tacit permission to torture and play with that Zhao Min
. I will definitely help Your Majesty to completely subdue that slut. At that time, Your Majesty will have accomplished your goal and have no worries, and I will have fulfilled
my ambition and indulged in playing with Zhang Wuji's concubine. That slut Zhao Min is very stamina-deep, and I can
enjoy it without causing Your Majesty any more trouble." "What does Your Majesty think of Qing Shu's suggestion?" "To openly
express such improper thoughts about me, and even ask me to help you defile the Emperor's concubines—you are truly
audacious throughout history." Zhou Zhiruo pondered for a long time, finally succumbing to the temptation to draw Zhang Wuji back to her side. "I'll use your foot-training soup
for now . Tell me how I can make it convenient for you?" "This foot-training soup
works by using a catalyst. A woman's foot rhythm is closely linked to the degree of her inner lust. The more lustful she is, the higher
the content of a certain trace component in her bodily fluids will be. Influenced by this component, the secretion of foot sweat will be
greater , and the stronger the smell will be, thus enhancing the woman's allure to men. Zhao Min..." The allure of her feet was so
intense because of her inherently lewd nature, her desires strong and enduring. Her soles were constantly sweating, emitting
a rich unique fragrance to attract men to her. That's how Lord Xian Ziping fell for that slut
's tricks. The foot-training soup uses the woman's sexual characteristics as a catalyst, triggering the drug's effects to stimulate her soles,
causing the sweat glands to be stimulated by an intense, false stimulation of her desires, resulting in profuse sweating and increased allure. This
sexual characteristic varies from person to person; only the individual can be used as a catalyst. If Your Majesty wishes to cultivate
sufficient foot allure, you will need to make a sacrifice and provide a catalyst.” “Oh? That seems quite reasonable.
What exactly is that catalyst? Please tell me.” Zhou Zhiruo pondered, "Since I've already bestowed upon you even your undergarments, a little more grievance
won't hurt." "This catalyst requires the yin essence that the Empress ejaculates from her vagina during orgasm. This
yin essence contains all the qualities of the Empress's sexual desire, and it's used to prepare the foot bath for it to succeed." "You scoundrel!"
Zhou Zhiruo slammed her hand on the table, throwing an inkstone at Song Qingshu, who quickly ducked to the ground.
"How dare you defile my most precious possession! I bestowed upon you these socks, tolerating your desecration of my
intimate belongings, but don't think you can control me.
Even if I resent Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji, I will never allow you, Song Qingshu, to climb on top of me." "Your Majesty, please calm down. Qingshu has already said that he
no longer hopes to touch Your Majesty's body. However, this medicinal ingredient is irreplaceable. Your Majesty doesn't need to
obtain it from me. You only need to masturbate once in your bedchamber, collect the cum in this
small bottle, and give it to Qingshu as the medicinal ingredient." Zhou Zhiruo pondered for
a moment making Song Qingshu's heart pound before finally speaking, "Very well, but I have
n't had an orgasm in a long time... I need to prepare." Seeing Song Qingshu's delight, Zhou Zhiruo coldly added...
"You took my Yin essence, so I know you won't use it all as a medicinal ingredient, but I don't care.
However, you should know the consequences if a third person finds out about your affair with me." "Qing Shu Yixin"
"Serving Your Majesty faithfully, I would never dare to overstep my bounds without a reward." Song Qingshu prostrated himself before Zhou Zhiruo, knowing that
a hurdle had finally been opened with her. "From now on, I cannot directly reward you, lest
others see and speculate. I am now entrusting you with the special affairs of the Imperial Wardrobe. From now on, my worn-out
socks, and anything I... left behind after masturbation, will be sent there untouched. Since you are so eager
to serve me, go there. However, if you have used those personal items, you are not allowed to return them to me so that
I may be tainted by your filth. Do you understand what I mean?" "Thank you for the appointment, Your Majesty. I will certainly keep Your Majesty
's clothes spotless." "I remind you again, not only my clothes, but Zhao Min's
clothes must also be sent to the Imperial Wardrobe. With such a reward, you should be wholeheartedly serving me now." "If
the grand plan fails, I, Qingshu, will risk my life to rape and kill Zhao Min, just to fulfill Her Majesty's wish to regain the Emperor's favor."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu kowtowed repeatedly. He immediately measured Zhou Zhiruo's feet, received her order, and eagerly
headed to the Imperial Wardrobe.
Song Qingshu hurried to the Imperial Wardrobe's chamber, his body covered in cold sweat, trembling with excitement.
His conversation with Zhou Zhiruo had been incredibly dangerous; even thinking about it afterward, he felt somewhat dazed. What excited him
was that Zhou Zhiruo had ultimately accepted the foot-strengthening soup he had offered, greatly advancing her plan. As
Song Qingshu was feeling excited, he heard the faint sound of iron chains ahead. He quietly approached and found it was Zhao Min.
Zhao Min had just left the court, and although she hadn't lost her composure from the torture of the iron stockings, she was still struggling to maintain her composure. She should have
returned to her palace, so why was she here at the Imperial Wardrobe? Song Qingshu was greatly puzzled and secretly followed Zhao Min. Zhao Min
walked very slowly, groaning softly with each step, yet she gritted her teeth and persevered into
the palace. Zhou Zhiruo was extremely frugal in managing the harem; the vast Imperial Wardrobe was empty of other palace servants,
only shelves displaying the clothing of the various female officials and concubines, awaiting the afternoon washes of the duty maids.
Zhao Min searched the shelves and found Zhou Zhiruo's discarded undergarments. The Empress's silk stockings
differed from the concubines'; they were adorned with pheasant and phoenix patterns, exquisitely woven. Song Qingshu recognized them from afar
as the same pattern as the undergarments Zhou Zhiruo had once bestowed upon him. Zhao Min took out Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments,
smelled them to confirm their scent, then carefully put them away and
slowly . Song Qingshu went inside to check and indeed found that Zhao Min had taken Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments. Upon closer inspection,
he noticed traces of sweat left by Zhao Min on the ground, indicating that she had been tortured by the iron stockings, causing her to
sweat profusely. "It seems that this slut Zhao Min, unable to get her own undergarments, is resorting to using Zhou Zhiruo
's to satisfy Zhang Wuji's needs. What an extra handle! This slut's stamina is truly astonishing; even
with the iron stockings on, she still managed to walk here to retrieve them. It seems I underestimated this hussy's endurance.
When torturing her in the future, I'll need to add some more twists." Song Qingshu watched Zhao Min's retreating figure, already
plotting how to torture her.
Chapter Six: Welcoming Humiliation, the Princess's Fragrant Tongue Tasting Undergarments, Resenting the Cold Reception of the Empress, Abandoning Cultivation in the Palace,
Observing Shackles in the Court. Afterwards, the two palaces were surprisingly peaceful for a while. Zhou Zhiruo no longer made things difficult for Zhao Min,
much to Zhang Wuji's delight. Zhao Min secretly took Zhou Zhiruo's discarded undergarments from the Imperial Wardrobe, stored them in a jade box
, and secretly took them back to the torture chamber in her palace.
The next day, Zhang Wuji, as usual, visited Zhao Min. After some caresses, he held Zhao Min's iron stockings and kissed and played with them.
Zhao Min didn't care about the slight pain. She lay on the fragrant couch, inserted a few plums with branches into the carved
holes of the iron stockings, and had Zhang Wuji lie down in front of her. She then raised one foot and dangled it in the air, inviting him
to pick up the fruit from the stocking. Seeing Zhao Min showcasing her foot-playing skills while wearing torture devices, Zhang Wuji
went along with it . He possessed superb martial arts skills, and although he was lying down, his movements were not stiff. He deliberately chased after Zhao Min's
iron stockings repeatedly, but didn't rush to bite them. He greedily inhaled the foot scent emanating from the stockings. Zhao
Min teased Zhang Wuji by swaying her soft, iron-like hands. Seeing him sniffing her feet like a puppy being played with, she scolded him playfully:
"You've been smelling it for so long, haven't you had enough yet?" Zhang Wuji laughed. "Min-mei, wearing these iron stockings isn't as convenient as silk stockings for
absorbing sweat , so the scent is fainter, but the charm is even more beautiful. I wish I could fall asleep with Min-mei's iron
stockings under my pillow, but these few times are hardly enough." Zhao Min felt a surge of joy upon hearing this. "It's a pity I don't have the final say. If I were
Zhou- mei, I would order a pair of iron stockings to be made for every palace maid and concubine in the harem. Then the incense burners in the palace
could be eliminated, and many palace maids would wear these every day, allowing you to smell them to your heart's content." After a long while, Zhao Min sighed again, "It's
a pity that I wore these iron stockings first. If Zhou-mei saw them in court, she would probably be jealous again.
Otherwise, given Zhou-mei's frugal nature, she might actually replace the incense burners with iron stockings for Wuji-gege.
The cost of incense in the palace would then be..." "It's not a small amount." After a moment, Zhao Min suddenly chuckled foolishly, "I was just
overthinking things. Not to mention that this method is too controversial, just the smell of Zhou's undergarments... I'm afraid that
after wearing the iron stockings, she'll be the one who suffers the most, haha." As Zhao Min muttered to herself, her
footwork slowed down. Zhang Wuji saw her and pounced, biting off a piece of fruit. "Min-mei, don't overthink it. These iron stockings
look most alluring on you. Even if Zhiruo wore them, although they would look the same, the smell wouldn't compare to yours." Zhao Min
laughed heartily. "Oh, oh, oh, finally I heard something to comfort you. Aren't you afraid that if Zhou hears this, she'll
lock you up for another six months?" Zhang Wuji was greatly embarrassed. "Why are you women always like this? If you praise one,
the other can't stand it. If you don't say something nice, they complain that it's not romantic." Zhao Min didn't argue. "Alright, my great
lover, considering how cute you were imitating a puppy, and how you even bit off a piece of fruit, I'll reward you. Carry me to the
torture chamber, and I'll show you something you've been longing for." "Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Wuji
picked Zhao Min up. "Could it be that you weren't satisfied the other day, Min-mei? Have you made some new torture devices lately?"
"Dream on! Wearing these iron stockings, I can barely move. Where would I find the strength to make torture devices?" Once inside the
torture chamber, Zhao Min slowly walked to a cabinet, took down a jade box, and said, "Today, I bestow a special favor upon you,
allowing you to use this to torture me." Zhang Wuji opened it and found a pair of silk stockings inside, decorated
with patterns reserved for the Empress. "These are... Zhiruo's stockings? How did you get these?" "I saw..."
Someone, knowing he was suffering from a
hidden pain, somehow managed to act foolishly, risking serious offense by going to the Imperial Wardrobe to find him the Empress's undergarments
, just so he could have his way. "What, are you trying
to play
could I refuse?" Zhang Wuji was deeply moved upon seeing Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments. He had been refused
a bed by Zhou Zhiruo for a long time. Although he had Zhao Min by his side, Zhou Zhiruo was also someone he loved, which had left him somewhat disappointed. Now ,
with the beauty's undergarments in his hands, it was a small consolation. Zhang Wuji looked at Zhao Min. "Min-mei, you want me to use Zhiruo's
socks? This... you don't mind?" "How could I possibly mind the Empress's undergarments? Does Your Majesty
not mind?" Zhao Min's answer was subtle, leaving Zhang Wuji somewhat puzzled. "That's not what I meant.
Zhiruo 's socks are certainly excellent, but if I were to use them on you, they wouldn't have your personal scent... Min
-mei, you don't need to make such a sacrifice to satisfy me." Hearing these caring words, Zhao Min felt delighted and
chuckled , "Zhou's sister has a bad temper, but the scent of her socks is indeed much fresher than mine, just
a light fragrance. Anyway, she's yours, so I won't mind." It turned out that Zhao Min was also a bold and
open person. Previously, when she wore iron stockings, Song Qingshu had used Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments to gag her, so now
she had no reservations about the scent of Zhou Zhiruo's socks. Seeing Zhang Wuji's hesitation, Zhao Min grew impatient and snatched the undergarment,
taking one out and boldly covering Zhang Wuji's penis with it before taking it into her mouth. This was Zhang Wuji's first time
experiencing this kind of play. Zhou Zhiruo hadn't allowed him to stay in her palace overnight for a long time, and now, with Zhao Min's help,
he was enjoying the pleasure of having two women at once, which excited him immensely. Zhao Min sucked and licked,
her fragrant tongue repeatedly teasing and rubbing Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment under Zhang Wuji's penis.
Stimulated by Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment, Zhang Wuji's glans quickly swelled and turned purple, ejaculating a stream of milky white semen that soaked a large area of Zhou Zhiruo's undergarment
. After several rounds of lovemaking, Zhao Min had
thoroughly cleaned Zhou Zhiruo's foot sweat from her socks, along with Zhang Wuji's repeated ejaculations . When Zhang Wuji pulled his penis out of Zhao Min's mouth, Zhou Zhiruo's socks were soaked
through, but only had a faint fishy smell, with no trace of Zhou Zhiruo's foot sweat odor. "How is it? Zhou's
socks feel quite different, don't they?" Zhao Min rinsed her mouth and, seeing Zhang Wuji already holding Zhou Zhiruo's other sock to
his nose and inhaling, asked him with a smile what he thought. "I didn't expect Min-mei to also enjoy savoring Zhiruo's socks. Well then,
let Min-mei savor them again." Without waiting for Zhao Min's objection, Zhang Wuji
wrapped the remaining Zhou Zhiruo sock around his penis and thrust it towards Zhao Min's lips. Unexpectedly, Zhao Min refused to speak this time, letting the
penis press against her lips. She turned her head away, using her profile to shield herself from Zhang Wuji's advances, and said, "You lecherous devil,
I won't speak this time. Let's see how you humiliate me." Seeing Zhao Min's reaction, Zhang Wuji knew
he had only focused on oral sex and hadn't satisfied her. "Getting Min-mei to speak isn't difficult." He
immediately found some hemp rope and bound Zhao Min's hands and feet behind her back in a twisted position. He also tied
her hair with the rope and lifted her up. Zhang Wuji suspended the bound Zhao Min from a carved
beam , his erect penis pressed against her, her head facing his crotch. His iron stockings now
stood erect against her buttocks. "Min-mei, will you open your mouth or not?" Zhao Min's jaw remained clenched. Seeing her
continued resistance, yet with a longing in her eyes, Zhang Wuji smiled wickedly, took out a bag of steel balls, held it in his hand,
and with a burst of hidden force, shot one towards Zhao Min's iron-stockinged foot. Zhao Min heard a "clang,"
and her iron-stockinged foot was struck hard, as if a steel ball had hit her toe bone. Her foot trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a cry
. Before Zhao Min could react, her jaw opened, and
Zhang silencing her cry halfway down her throat. Zhao Min's defenses were breached, and she naturally became
excited . Using the lingering pain in her toes, she moaned incessantly while sucking on Zhang Wuji's penis. The soles of Zhao Min's feet were repeatedly
struck by the impact of the marbles. Zhang Wuji controlled his inner strength, unleashing the power of a cannonball; only forty percent of the force resonated on
the outer shell of the iron stockings, while sixty percent penetrated Zhao Min's sensitive soles. Zhao Min, through the torture of the iron stockings and
the stimulation of her soles, actually reached orgasm, gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid from her still-swollen vulva.
Zhang Wuji ejaculated several more times, making Zhao Min suck Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments clean, before stopping and using his inner energy to
heal Zhao Min's feet again.
Back in the Empress's palace, Zhou Zhiruo bestowed the medicinal ingredients for the foot-strengthening soup the following night, which Song Qingshu treasured
. Within a few days, he presented a pair of white copper iron stockings and the soup. Seeing Song Qingshu's secret visit again, Zhou Zhiruo stopped
being coy and lifted her foot on the phoenix couch, gesturing for Song Qingshu to put on the iron stockings. The iron
shackles Song Qingshu had forged this time were almost completely different from Zhao Min's. Besides being designed to fit Zhou Zhiruo's foot shape, they removed the mechanical
clamps and increased the joints at the toes and soles. For comfort and aesthetics, the double-layered thin shells of white copper were almost
touching, with only a paper-thick gap in between, and wrapped in rubber, making them much lighter. After
putting them on felt no pinching at all; the weight was only slightly heavier than ordinary boots. She tried flexing her foot
and rotating it a few times, feeling no resistance at the joints of her foot and ankle, as if wearing soft, close-fitting stockings, walking
silently, which greatly satisfied her. Song Qingshu carefully explained that the iron stockings were decorated with openwork
depictions of a blue phoenix and a pheasant, their positions perfectly matching the patterns on Zhou Zhiruo's silk stockings. The chains were also
detachable, allowing her to remove them while walking around the palace and conceal them under her palace skirt, making them extremely discreet.
Zhou Zhiruo tried on the iron stockings but didn't take them off, and then asked Song Qingshu about the foot bath. Song Qingshu prostrated himself on the ground.
"Your Majesty, the medicine has been prepared, but there is still one hurdle." Zhou Zhiruo, thinking Song Qingshu
was again trying to blackmail her into providing him with her semen, turned cold, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's unfriendly expression, Song Qingshu
quickly explained, "Your Majesty, please hear my explanation. This time it's not that the medicinal ingredient is insufficient, but rather that Your Majesty's constitution is too
special. Originally, the foot-strengthening soup was of a yang nature, beneficial for foot sweat and arousing desire, and its effects would be
strong . However, Your Majesty cultivates the yin and cold Nine Yin Manual, which suppresses the medicinal effects to the point that it cannot take effect."
"Such a thing? Hmm, my Nine Yin Manual is indeed of yin and cold power. When I was practicing it, I often felt the pain of
cold energy invading my body." Zhou Zhiruo recalled her own cultivation method. She had almost frozen to death from the cold energy when she practiced it too intensely.
Fortunately, Zhang Wuji used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to balance yin and yang and saved her. Now that her power is so profound, even the
foot-strengthening soup would be useless. Zhou Zhiruo was greatly disappointed and scolded Song Qingshu as well. "If you had known that my
cultivation method couldn't use this medicine, why didn't you say so earlier? Instead, you asked me for... for that lewd thing. What were your intentions?"
"Your Majesty is wise. Although Qingshu knows Your Majesty's cultivation method, I didn't know beforehand that it could suppress the effects of medicine.
If it weren't for the yin essence Your Majesty bestowed upon me carrying the characteristics of Your Majesty's cultivation method when preparing the medicine, Qingshu would not have been able to deduce
these things." Song Qingshu pleaded for a while, then threw out a piece of news that made Zhou Zhiruo feel both happy and sad.
"Your Majesty need not be too disappointed. Although the internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual can suppress the effects of the medicine, Qing Shu has
a solution . This medicine should have been extremely effective for Your Majesty, but due to the clash of Yin and Yang, the effects are neutralized. In fact
, Your Majesty's internal energy is similar to that of Xiaolongnu when she cultivated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. Naturally, Your Majesty's internal energy is much deeper. However,
the reason Xiaolongnu was able to develop foot rhythms is because Huo Du gave her a dose of Dissolving Power Powder every day after she was captured,
which eliminated Xiaolongnu's internal energy. Qing Shu has brought this Dissolving Power Powder with you. Your Majesty only needs to take one dose before washing your feet
, and you can temporarily eliminate your internal energy within two hours, allowing the medicine to take effect." "How dare you, Song Qing Shu!
You have repeatedly threatened me. Do you think I have never been in the martial world before? Now you want me to cripple my own internal energy?
Are you going to pounce on me and capture me and humiliate me after I take this Dissolving Power Powder?" Zhou Zhiruo slammed her hand on the table
in anger , and Song Qing Shu kowtowed repeatedly. "Your Majesty, please calm your anger. How could Qing Shu dare? This Dissolving Power Powder only lasts for two hours.
It won't damage Your Majesty's internal energy; it merely temporarily prevents the flow of energy, storing it in your dantian. Besides, even
if Your Majesty loses all your power, you will still hold a high position and great authority. How could Qing Shu possibly harm Your Majesty in the slightest? In the future, Your Majesty will
use Zhao Min to satisfy Qing Shu's lust. Why should Qing Shu take such a risk and provoke Your Majesty's displeasure? I hope Your Majesty will understand." "Very well,
I will try it for now. If there is any damage, I will hold you responsible." Zhou Zhiruo swallowed a pill of the Dissolving Power Powder.
After a moment, she felt all the internal energy in her body dissipate. Upon careful examination, she found that, as Song Qing Shu had said, the true energy in her dantian and other acupoints
was full, but she couldn't mobilize it for the time being. Confident that her judgment was accurate, she finally felt relieved. Seeing that he had passed another
hurdle, Song Qingshu finally felt relieved. He was about to go forward to help Zhou Zhiruo wash her feet and apply medicine, but Zhou Zhiruo, now devoid of her
inner strength that once subdued all the heroes, dared not let Song Qingshu touch her feet again. She put away the medicine and dismissed him.
Watching Zhou Zhiruo dangling on the ground wearing a pair of exquisite iron stockings, Song Qingshu swallowed thirstily. However,
feeling Zhou Zhiruo's suspicious gaze above him, he suppressed his desire to capture the powerless Empress and
have a good time with her. He obediently bowed and withdrew from the Empress's palace.
Chapter Seven: Turmoil Begins - Zhao Min Falls into a Trap in the Deep Palace - Falsely Accused of Using a Sock Poison - Empress Zhou's Torture Chamber Turns Jealous -
But After Song Qingshu presented the medicine, the two palaces outwardly remained as harmonious as ever. Zhou Zhiruo, eager to test the miraculous effects of the foot-training
soup, deliberately carved out a forbidden area within the Empress's palace. She first ingested a "power-dissolving powder," then washed her feet three times
daily . Her undergarments were handed over to the Imperial Wardrobe by palace maids for "special care." Song Qingshu
changed Zhou Zhiruo's undergarments daily, concealing the fact that Zhao Min occasionally came to collect them, keeping Zhou Zhiruo in the dark, believing
Song Qingshu was using them alone. Zhao Min, even more obedient, served Zhang Wuji daily, and had to
drag her painfully injured iron stockings to the Empress's palace to kneel and express her gratitude, never daring to slacken her efforts despite the Empress's favor. Her toes had long
suffered the torture of the iron stockings. While she could endure it during her time in her palace, each time she walked to Zhou Zhiruo's palace
to kneel , she was deliberately forced to walk a hellish path of atonement. Song Qingshu had deliberately
paved a path in the Empress's inner courtyard with pebbles, forcing Zhao Min to traverse it at the first sign of trouble. The pebbles were uneven;
stepping would have a massaging effect on the soles of the feet, relaxing the muscles and tendons. However, Zhao Min, wearing iron stockings, could hardly maintain a
steady pace. When a pebble pressed against her foot, the stockings would immediately snap shut, causing her excruciating pain. If she
collapsed , getting up was even more difficult. It took Zhao Min nearly half an hour to traverse the short pebble path.
By the time she finished kneeling in gratitude and Zhou Zhiruo gave her the key, Zhao Min was no longer able to stand. Each time Zhang Wuji carried Zhao Min
back to her palace and removed the iron stockings, he would see that all ten of Zhao Min's toes were blackened from the torture, and the joints inside
had been almost completely cracked from being slowly squeezed along the way. Zhang Wuji, heartbroken by Zhao Min's suffering, pleaded with
Zhou Zhiruo to allow Zhao Min to be spared the punishment of having to wear the iron stockings again after each time she knelt in gratitude. Instead, Zhang Wuji used the Black
Jade Severing Ointment combined with his inner energy to massage Zhao Min's toes, mending the fractured joints, before she was forced to wear the iron stockings
again and endure the toe-pinching torture. Seeing the power struggle between the two palaces, Zhang Wuji was powerless to intervene and
could only try to comfort Zhao Min, using various sexual instruments to satisfy her every night.
Ten days later, an urgent report arrived from the court: a Persian Ming Cult delegation had come to offer congratulations, much to Zhang Wuji's
delight . It turned out that Xiao Zhao had become a saintess within the Persian Ming Cult. Gradually,
she used her abilities to break free from the control of the Precious Tree King and take control of the cult's power. Knowing that Zhang Wuji was about to ascend the throne after submitting to the various rebel armies, and deeply devoted to her master, she used
her authority as a saintess to prepare
a gift . After arranging everything, she led a delegation on her mission. Xiao Zhao knew that leaving the Persian Ming Cult
would put her influence within the cult at risk, but thinking that she and Zhang Wuji would likely be separated for long periods, she disregarded her subordinates' advice and
led journey. Because of the long distance, she only learned upon arriving in the Central Plains that Zhang Wuji had already been on the throne for several months,
and she immediately sent a messenger to report this. Upon hearing the report, Zhang Wuji was struck by the countless treasures listed in the gift list, including numerous
designs and finished products of muskets and breech-loading cannons. Muskets were rare at the time, and breech-loading cannons were particularly
advantageous due to their ease of reloading and incredibly high rate of fire. The widespread adoption of these two weapons by the rebel army
would be a tremendous asset. Grateful to Xiao Zhao for risking her life to come and providing such significant assistance, Zhang Wuji did not want to trouble her further
with her journey. He issued an edict to prepare for the imperial procession to leave the palace and meet Xiao Zhao at their old haunt, Bright Peak. The officials tried to dissuade him,
but Zhang Wuji insisted on going himself, citing the crucial importance of the breech-loading cannons. The officials, unable to object further,
praised Zhang Wuji and agreed that he would leave the city the next day with Yang Xiao and the other members of the Ming Cult, while the Empress would temporarily
oversee the court. Zhao Min, who was supposed to accompany the emperor, remained in the inner palace because she wore iron stockings and could not traverse the rugged mountain paths.
On the eve of his departure, Zhang Wuji visited Zhao Min's palace. The two, understanding each other's desires and knowing they would be unable to satisfy their lust after separation,
said little. After some foreplay, Zhao Min willingly opened her legs, allowing Zhang Wuji to remove her palace attire and thrust into her
. After several rounds of lovemaking, they embraced, and Zhang Wuji gazed tenderly at Zhao Min for a moment, then casually took something from the clothes beside
the bed and placed it between Zhao Min's breasts. Zhao Min's breasts were still firm when she suddenly felt the object.
Thinking it was some kind of sex toy about to be placed on her breasts, she closed her eyes for a long time but saw no further movement.
Opening her eyes , she saw Zhang Wuji seemingly smiling at her, and realized that a military seal was between her breasts
. She then asked Zhang Wuji about it. Zhang Wuji had planned this trip for a considerable time, and given the long journey, he worried that
Zhao Min
, alone and surrounded by old enemies in the court, would be helpless in the face of any unforeseen events. Therefore, he entrusted her with a military tally from the Imperial Guard. In case of trouble, this tally would allow her to seek imperial favor and
avoid further suffering, or to mobilize a guard outside the palace for initially tried to refuse, but
Zhang Wuji insisted, and she accepted it. That night, the two were intimately entwined several times, their soft moans filling the air, the chains of their iron stockings
jingling crisply, arousing many thoughts. The next day, Zhang Wuji went to Zhou Zhiruo's palace to bid farewell to the Empress.
Zhou Zhiruo was able to meet Zhang Wuji, and hearing that he still cared about her fatigue from handling government affairs
warmed her heart a little. Since using the foot-training soup, her foot rhythm had gradually developed some flavor. Reflecting on
the past, she realized that she had indeed been too indifferent to Zhang Wuji, and she was somewhat reluctant to part with him this time. Zhou Zhiruo made up her mind that after Zhang Wuji
returned, she would comfort her beloved and no longer treat him coldly. If her brother Wuji could spend more
time in her palace in the future, she would not need to pressure Zhao Min too much, and would simply consider it as understanding her brother Wuji's
needs . However, just as the frost seemed to be thawing in spring, the cold wave returned. If Zhou Zhiruo had
spoken up earlier, the two palaces would have been at peace, and a calamity would have been avoided in the near future. Now, Zhou Zhiruo was still in a sweet mood,
unaware that Song Qingshu, upon hearing the news that Zhang Wuji had gone to Bright Peak, had secretly left the inner palace and was plotting a shocking
upheaval.
Several days later, Zhou Zhiruo, with an air of majesty, held the golden seal and sat in the court. As the Supreme Leader of Emei, she
had always assisted Zhang Wuji in handling the affairs of supervising the martial arts sects, and she had been quite
adept . Just as everyone was discussing matters, an urgent report suddenly arrived. Before Zhou Zhiruo could even issue a summons, the messenger
stumbled in, reporting a shocking development: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Prince Han, Chen Youliang, and Prince Wu, Zhang Shicheng,
have rebelled! Chen Youliang is leading an army of 200,000 men by water towards Nanchang, forming a pincer movement with Prince Wu, and is approaching
the capital . Chen Youliang has also sent elite troops to ambush His Majesty. His Majesty's fate is currently unknown. Your Majesty, send troops to rescue him immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo felt as if struck by lightning. The golden seal in her hand fell to the ground. "How could this be?
Even if Chen Youliang wanted to rebel, a surprise attack on Nanchang would be one thing. His Majesty possesses unparalleled martial arts skills; how could he
disappear in such a short time?" "Your Majesty, Chen Youliang and his men have been preparing for rebellion for some time. He sent..." Elite soldiers and experts first
ambushed the Persian delegation, capturing the Persian saintess. They then used the Persian cannons brought by the delegation to ambush His Majesty. A
barrage of fire rained down, catching the Ming Cult members off guard and causing heavy casualties. His Majesty, relying on his divine skills to cover the retreat
, managed to break through the first ambush circle, but was then held hostage by the Persian saintess, unable to advance or retreat. After several exchanges, the group
was scattered. The enemy's experts fought desperately, relentlessly pursuing Zhang Wuji, which allowed a few of us to escape and
report the news . Zhou Zhiruo's face paled, worried that Zhang Wuji was too loyal, risking danger for Xiao Zhao's safety.
She immediately ordered several teams to be dispatched to find the Emperor, but fearing a lack of skilled warriors, she
sent all the guards from the Emei and other righteous alliances around her. The court officials were shocked by the news. The most pressing matter was the approaching army
of Chen Youliang . After some discussion, the court unanimously elected Zhu Yuanzhang, the Duke of Wu, to lead the army against them. Zhou Zhiruo
, knowing the importance of military affairs, bestowed military power upon Zhu Yuanzhang with her seal, ordering him to lead the army out of the city. News quickly reached the inner palace.
Zhao Min, upon hearing that Zhang Wuji's fate was uncertain, nearly fainted on the spot. When she regained consciousness, she suddenly remembered
the military tally Zhang Wuji had given her. Concerned and confident in her own intelligence, Zhao Min was unwilling
to wait for news in the inner palace. She only hoped to quickly mobilize troops and find Zhang Wuji to resolve the crisis. Having made up her mind, Zhao Min did
not delay any longer. She immediately changed out of her palace attire and into the casual clothes she had worn as a princess, except for the iron stockings she still
couldn't remove. Zhao Min, realizing the commotion, initially intended to go to Zhou Zhiruo's palace to beg for a key to temporarily remove the iron stockings
binding her. However, she quickly changed her mind, thinking, "That wouldn't be appropriate. Zhou Zhiruo is impulsive. Now that she holds the reins of power
, she naturally believes she controls the military. If she sees that I secretly obtained a guard token from Brother Wuji,
she'll become jealous and resentful, punishing me severely, or even keeping me imprisoned. Although I'm wearing iron stockings now,
I can travel by horse once I reach the army. Time is of the essence; I must first relieve Brother Wuji's confinement. We can deal with
the troubles later." Zhao Min abandoned the idea of reporting the situation, enduring the throbbing pain in her toes, and slowly moved towards
the palace gate. Song Qingshu had already returned to the palace that day. He saw Zhao Min slowly passing by in the Imperial Wardrobe, but not entering.
Suspicious secretly followed her. He watched as Zhao Min reached the palace gate, where she was stopped by a guard. "Your Highness
, what is the purpose of your arrival at the palace gate in such attire? Palace rules dictate that a concubine cannot leave without permission. Please understand." Seeing that she was being
stopped, Zhao Min immediately took out her military tally. "I possess a military tally bestowed by His Majesty. His Majesty is in trouble, and I must go
to his aid
sought permission from Her Majesty the Empress to leave the palace?" Zhao Min was anxious. She was wearing iron stockings; if she went back to seek
Zhou Zhiruo's permission, half a day would pass. Moreover, her ability to leave was entirely dependent on Zhou Zhiruo. How could she be willing to do that? She rebuked him.
"How dare you! His Majesty's decree is here. Seeing this decree is as good as receiving a royal order. Is the Empress's decree
less important ?" The guard, who had been cautiously checking the documents, dared not utter another word and opened the palace gates to let
Zhao Min move to a carriage and leave. Seeing Zhao Min present her military tally, Song Qingshu hatched a wicked plan.
"Zhao Min, I originally planned to use the Prince of Han to force you to abdicate, then use you as a hostage to seize the opportunity. Now, I've gotten
a good deal ; Heaven is on my side!" He
then rushed to Zhou Zhiruo's palace. Zhou Zhiruo, having been granted military power, had already returned to her palace after court. Her heart was filled with unease when Song Qingshu
rushed in , and she assumed he was there to take advantage of her again. She summoned him to a secret chamber. As soon as Zhou Zhiruo sat down on her phoenix throne, Song Qingshu...
Zhou Zhiruo fell to the ground. "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! That vile Zhao Min has left the palace without permission and somehow obtained a military tally
. She's going to mobilize troops to force the emperor to abdicate!" "What's going on? How can you be sure she's going to force the emperor to abdicate
? How did she end up with that military tally?" Zhou Zhiruo was in a state of turmoil. Hearing that Zhao Min seemed to be plotting against her, she became increasingly suspicious. "Your Majesty,
Qing Shu is in charge of managing your clothes at the Imperial Wardrobe. Several times, your undergarments haven't been delivered, and I initially thought you'd simply forgotten.
However, I discovered yesterday that that slut Zhao Min sneaked into the Imperial Wardrobe and took your undergarments.
Qing Shu originally planned to secretly follow that vile woman today, catching her red-handed and handing her over to Your Majesty for punishment. But unexpectedly, that
hussy, upon hearing of Zhang Wuji's disappearance, immediately made a move against Your Majesty. Qing Shu followed her to the palace gate and
witnessed her take out a military tally, dismiss the guards, and leave the palace to mobilize troops. Currently, with chaos reigning on all sides, the majority of the army
has been led south by the Duke of Wu to fight against Chen Youliang. Your Majesty's trusted advisors have also been transferred away, leaving the capital
utterly ." If Zhao Min were to mobilize the Imperial Guards to force the Empress to abdicate, her safety would be in grave danger. The Empress is currently acting as
regent for Zhang Wuji and should rightfully control all military power. That vixen has secretly possessed the military tally; she must have used her beauty to seduce Zhang Wuji and steal it. This vixen has
recently been tormented to the point of near death by the iron stockings bestowed upon her by the Empress; how could she not harbor resentment towards her? Now,
taking advantage of the chaos, she intends to harm the Empress. With Zhang Wuji's favor, even if she fabricates a pretext to kill the Empress, Zhang Wuji probably
wouldn't investigate further.” Zhou Zhiruo, hearing Song Qingshu's account, turned pale with fright. Seeing this, Song Qingshu continued to offer his advice
, "There is no time to lose. Your Majesty is the rightful Regent, and the golden seal in your hand controls all
military I urge Your Majesty to act decisively in self-defense and intercept that vile woman immediately. We can take advantage of her loss of Zhang
Wuji's protection to wipe her out in one fell swoop. If we delay even a moment, we risk death." Zhou Zhiruo, hearing that Zhao Min had taken the military seal and left the palace to mobilize troops without permission, assumed that Zhao Min, as Song Qingshu said, intended to harm her. Knowing that there was no time to hesitate, she handed the golden seal to Song Qingshu and ordered a fast horse to leave the palace to intercept Zhao Min and bring her back to the palace for punishment. The carriage Zhao Min boarded galloped along, arriving at the Imperial Guard's post. The soldiers there, seeing Zhao Min in her tight-fitting clothes but wearing a pair of sexy iron stockings, were stunned when they realized that the person before them was the Imperial Concubine Yuan. Zhao Min presented her military tally and ordered the troops to assemble and reorganize. The commanding general dared not slacken, but asked, "Your Highness, we Imperial Guards are here to protect the safety of the Forbidden City. Although the enemy is approaching, they are still far from the city walls. Why is Your Highness mobilizing troops?" Zhao Min knew that the Imperial Guards could not be easily mobilized from the capital. Although Zhang Wuji's military tally could mobilize the Imperial Guards, it was only intended to prevent any trouble in the inner palace. She had not expected Zhao Min to lead troops out of the city to rescue them, and she did not want to say more. "General , you only need to know that I have the military tally that allows me to mobilize your troops. As for the rest, just do as I instruct." Zhao Min was about to lead her troops out of the camp when she saw a cloud of dust approaching. It was a palace attendant leading several hundred Imperial Guards. It seemed to be a routine garrison order. She was about to show her military tally to make him step aside. When Song Qingshu arrived at the military camp , he saw Zhao Min take out the military tally and immediately ordered, " By imperial decree of the Empress, Consort Yuan has stolen the military tally and secretly mobilized troops outside the palace, attempting to besiege the inner palace and usurp the position of Regent Empress. Therefore, I hereby issue the Regent's Golden Seal to control all camps and order the guards to arrest Consort Yuan and hand her over to me for safekeeping in the inner palace." Zhao Min was shocked and stepped forward to explain, but Song Qingshu , without saying a word, ordered the soldiers to seize Zhao Min. Zhao Min cried out in desperation, "You scoundrel, let me go! I left the palace with the military tally personally bestowed by His Majesty, mobilizing the Imperial Guards. I wasn't trying to force anyone out of the palace; I was just afraid the Empress would stop me from leaving. I need to … Ahhhhh!" It turned out that Song Qingshu, seeing Zhao Min struggling, worried that she would reveal her mission to rescue Zhang Wuji and cause further trouble. So he walked behind the kneeling Zhao Min and forcefully stomped on her iron stockings. Zhao Min was about to protest when the stockings clamped down. Fearing things might change, Song Qingshu stomped even more viciously, snapping off all ten of Zhao Min's toes. Caught off guard, Zhao Min couldn't bear the excruciating pain and fainted. The soldiers were initially reluctant to see her suffer, but Song Qingshu produced the golden seal bestowed by Zhou Zhiruo. Seeing the Empress's seal, the soldiers no longer dared to doubt him. Seeing his scheme had narrowly succeeded, Song Qingshu took Zhao Min to a carriage and escorted her back to the inner palace's women's prison. Unfortunately, Zhao Min, despite her quick wit, was slowed down by the iron stockings and ultimately fell into the clutches of evil. Zhou Zhiruo, having heard from Song Qingshu in the palace that Zhao Min had been captured, went to the women's prison to investigate. She saw Zhao Min bound to a wooden stake in the torture chamber, the iron stockings still on, but a gag stuffed in her mouth. It turned out that Song Qingshu was determined to completely destroy Zhao Min. Although he had received the imperial decree to arrest her, he feared that Zhao Min's explanation would cause Zhou Zhiruo to waver again, so he deliberately gagged Zhao Min with a rubber gag. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo arrive, Song Qingshu, worried, proactively presented Zhao Min's military tally and golden seal, saying, "Your Majesty, this is that vile woman's military tally ." "What happened to her? It seems she was subjected to severe torture. I haven't figured this out yet." "Your Majesty, when Qing Shu arrived, this vile woman had already gathered her soldiers and was about to attack the inner palace. In her haste, Qing Shu presented Her Majesty the 's golden seal to suppress the mutiny. However, this vile woman still struggled to demand that the generals obey the command token, saying that Her Majesty's golden seal only governed the inner palace and not military affairs. Qing Shu feared further complications. Fortunately, Your Majesty had the foresight to put a pair of iron stockings on this slut , which was her fatal weakness. Qing Shu used the iron stockings to subdue this slut." Song Qing Shu looked at Zhao Min, who showed no signs of waking up, and then came up with another scheme to sow discord. "Now that this vile woman is still unconscious, Your Majesty might as well move to that vile woman's palace. Qing Shu once told Your Majesty about this vile woman stealing Your Majesty's undergarments from the Imperial Wardrobe. Now we can investigate that." Zhou Zhiruo had no idea of Song Qing Shu's wicked scheme, so she ordered a search of the Yuanfei's palace. Before long, they discovered the torture chamber that Zhao Min had secretly set up. Zhou Zhiruo was shocked to hear that Zhao Min's palace contained a torture chamber. Entering the secret room, she found it filled with all sorts of cruel and lewd instruments of torture. She couldn't believe Zhao Min had been secretly engaging in such sadistic games with Zhang Wuji for so long. Looking at the humiliating instruments before her, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but imagine Zhao Min being tortured to the point of ecstasy in this chamber. She also thought of her own hard work managing state affairs for Zhang Wuji, only to end up in a cold palace. These instruments of torture, which secretly excited , were things she had never seen before, let alone used by Zhang Wuji to satisfy her. Zhou Zhiruo could no longer suppress the overwhelming jealousy in her heart. At that moment, Song Qingshu retrieved a jade box from the torture rack. Inside decorated with blue phoenixes and pheasants. Zhou Zhiruo noticed they weren't hers . Upon closer inspection, she saw two eerie curses affixed to the undergarments—clearly the work of witchcraft.














































Zhou Zhiruo snatched the socks and threw them to the ground. Turning to Song Qingshu, she coldly said, "These
socks of mine, were they framed by you, Song Qingshu, or were they truly stolen from the Imperial Wardrobe by Zhao Min? Tell me the truth. If you
deceive me, I will kill you on the spot!"
Song Qingshu felt a chill on his neck. Zhou Zhiruo was furious like never before. He
picked up , held them in his hands, and handed them to Zhou Zhiruo. "Qingshu admits that he has a desire to defile that slut Zhao Min as soon as possible,
but Your Highness should change these..." The socks were the result of a curse Zhao Min placed on Zhang Wuji after she had pleasured him. Qing Shu
had always been hidden in the Imperial Wardrobe, unable to approach Zhao Min's bedchamber. If Qing Shu had framed her, the socks would only have
the scent of the Empress's feet. Now, these socks had been used by Zhao Min for her own pleasure several times, and besides the very faint scent of the Empress's feet,
there was still a trace of male semen. The Empress would know immediately if she smelled it. Zhou Zhiruo's face was ashen. Her trembling
hands picked up a sock and, without hesitation, covered it to her nose. Zhou Zhiruo covered her sock and
smelled it repeatedly for a moment. She, who always cherished cleanliness, felt as if she were in a poisonous fog, frantically smelling the sock as if it were a life-saving antidote,
tears welling up in her sorrowful eyes. A moment later, Zhou Zhiruo dropped the undergarment she was holding again, and with
a blank expression, slowly issued an edict: "The licentious concubine Zhao Min has committed treason, attempting to force the emperor to abdicate. Furthermore, she has
a sinister plot to bewitch His Majesty and use witchcraft to harm me. By imperial decree, Zhao Min is stripped of her title as a concubine and imprisoned in the women's prison of the inner palace.
You are in charge of all torture and interrogation; you must extract all the details of her conspiracy." "Zhou Zhiruo leaned down and
whispered in Song Qingshu's ear, "She was originally a concubine. According to palace rules, she cannot be tortured, much less have her chastity violated. However, I
was preoccupied with the turmoil on all sides and the whereabouts of His Majesty, and thus neglected the management of the harem for a time. That's why I allowed you, an uncastrated woman, to infiltrate
the women's prison. When I later discover that Zhao Min has unfortunately been abused and humiliated by you, to protect His Majesty's reputation, I will
announce to the public that Zhao Min committed suicide out of guilt. In private, I will let you take this slut out of the palace, and from then on
, you can do whatever you want with her. With such a reward, are you willing to properly torture this wretch for me?"
"I will obey Your Majesty's decree. Qingshu will certainly not fail Your Majesty's important task." Song Qingshu buried his head on the ground, almost kissing
Zhou Zhiruo's toes. The lingering scent emanating from Zhou Zhiruo's iron stockings
excited him immensely. The torture chamber was slightly stuffy, and his body was soaked with sweat, which had stained the talismans hidden on his body, except for
the two were newly pasted on Zhou Zhiruo's socks.

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