Monopolizing the Eastern Zhou Dynasty

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"Teacher, look! This tomb is so well preserved!"
In a newly discovered archaeological site on the outskirts of Mianyang, Sichuan, several university students surrounded a scholar dressed as an expert professor.
The speaker was fair-skinned and refined; his name was Xi Qi, an archaeology major, who was on an archaeological mission with his classmates and their mentor.
Their mentor, Professor Wang, was over fifty years old and a well-known figure in the field of archaeology in China, holding positions in cultural relics departments and museums at the provincial and municipal levels. Xi Qi and his classmates were here as Professor Wang's assistants for an internship.
Of course, this wasn't their first time, so Xi Qi and his classmates were very skilled in surveying and excavating artifacts.
"Indeed, our preliminary judgment is that this should be a tomb from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. It's quite incredible that it's so well preserved." The professor was also somewhat surprised. After thousands of years, the bamboo slips buried with the deceased should have long since decayed, but the bamboo slips here were largely intact, only scattered into fragments due to the rotting of the binding ropes.
A male student carefully picked up a piece of paper, suddenly exclaimed "Eh!", and read aloud from the inscription: "Duke Xian of Jin died in the 26th year. In autumn, Xi Qi was enthroned, and the affairs of state were entrusted to Xun Xi." The student gave Xi Qi a mischievous look: "Haha, Xi Qi, I didn't know you were a ruler."
"Get lost, my surname is Xi, his surname is Ji, we're completely unrelated."
The Jin royal family originated from the Zhou dynasty royal family, so naturally they were of the Ji surname. The student was just joking to lighten the mood.
Xi Qi didn't mind and casually picked up a jade pendant from the burial site to examine it. It was a piece of dragon-patterned green jade, smooth to the touch, clearly of excellent quality.
Just then, a violent shaking suddenly came from the ground, and everyone lost their footing.
"Earthquake..."
The earth shook violently; it was a sudden, massive earthquake.
The tomb collapsed, and before being crushed by the heavy objects, Xi Qi, in a panic, tightly gripped the dragon-patterned green jade in his hand.
His head throbbed.
After an unknown amount of time, Xi Qi felt a splitting headache.
"I'm not dead," was Xi Qi's first thought.
"Xi Qi, my son, why are you so cruel..." Xi Qi suddenly realized that a young woman in palace attire was kneeling beside him, her voice filled with grief.
"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences," an elderly man in a long robe said, his tone harsh, seemingly harboring considerable resentment towards the woman in palace attire.
It was a very spacious room, with an antique and grand jade screen. Lying blankly on the large bed, gazing at the antique furnishings and the men and women in ancient costumes, Xi Qi almost thought he had stumbled into a movie set.
"The King is awake!"
A woman's scream suddenly rang out beside him.
The young woman in palace attire, her eyes blurred with tears, looked up at the sound and, overjoyed, embraced Xi Qi, repeatedly saying, "He's awake! He's awake! He's awake! Heaven hasn't forsaken my son! Heaven hasn't forsaken my son!"
Immediately, everyone in the room knelt down, chanting, "Heaven bless the King! Heaven bless the Great Jin!"
Xi
Qi was completely unprepared. He only felt a refreshing fragrance waft to his nose, and his cheek touched something soft yet firm, a wonderfully pleasant sensation.
Suddenly, countless fragments of memories flooded in, threatening to burst his mind. Xi Qi cried out in pain, and then everything went black as he fainted again.
"Imperial physician! Quickly, summon the imperial physician!" the young woman in palace attire shouted anxiously.
The night was as still as water.
When Xi Qi awoke, looking at his current body and the inexplicably new memories in his mind, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he had transmigrated and been reborn.
He had actually traveled to the Spring and Autumn Period, nearly three thousand years ago, and had become the son of Duke Xian of Jin, the new ruler of Jin, Ji Xi Qi.
In his previous life, Ji Xiqi was an archaeology major, specializing in Han and Tang history, but also knowledgeable in pre-Qin history. If he remembered correctly, this Ji Xiqi was a tragic figure. He ascended the throne at the young age of fourteen, a time of great upheaval and uncertainty. Internally, powerful ministers harbored treacherous intentions, while externally, his elder brother coveted the throne, making his position extremely precarious. Just ten months later, he was assassinated at Duke Xian's funeral.
According to Ji Xiqi's recollection, Duke Xian's funeral should not have been delayed for ten months, but officials led by the minister Li Ke insisted on further expanding the already luxurious mausoleum, arguing that Duke Xian was a great ruler and his funeral should not be simple. This delay continued until just over ten days ago, when Duke Xian's coffin was finally laid to rest.
After the funeral, Ji Xiqi would have officially taken control of the government, wielding the power of life and death.
But during the funeral, a assassin, appearing out of nowhere, pierced Ji Xiqi's lung with a sharpened bamboo sliver. Given the rudimentary surgical techniques of the Spring and Autumn Period, such an injury would have been almost impossible to save, and he would have undoubtedly died.
Historically, after Ji Xiqi's death, with the other princes in exile, Chancellor Xun Xi would have installed his younger brother Zhuozi as the new ruler. Less than a month later, Zhuozi would have been killed by Li Ke's faction, who would then bring back the third prince, Yi Wu, who would become known as Duke Hui of Jin.
However, Ji Xiqi hadn't died. Instead, after being unconscious for over ten days, he had awakened, and his soul had been replaced by Xi Qi, a college student from the 21st century.
"From now on, I am Ji Xiqi,"
Xi Qi said with a bitter smile. Because of the distant past, the history of the Spring and Autumn Period was often only briefly mentioned in historical records, especially the lives of short-lived rulers like Ji Xiqi, whose lives were summarized in just a few lines.
Therefore, Xi Qi was completely clueless about the current situation and didn't even know what to do next.
However, Duke Xian of Jin, Duke Hui of Jin (Yi Wu), and later Duke Wen of Jin (Chong Er) occupy a significant place in history, which can provide some information for Xi Qi. At the very least, it allows him to identify his enemies. Ministers loyal to Yi Wu and Chong Er are clearly not supporters of Ji Xi Qi.
The greatest known enemy is the minister Li Ke, a staunch supporter of the deceased Crown Prince Shen Sheng. Li Ke has always been the most vehement opponent of Duke Xian's decision to make Ji Xi Qi his heir.
Ministers of this era typically maintained large private armies; if a certain number of nobles united, the palace might be vulnerable to attack.
This is how Xi Qi feels right now—a life hanging by a thread.
"Xi Qi, you're not well, why are you out here?"
A beautiful young woman in palace attire appeared behind Xi Qi, surrounded by several maids, her face a mixture of reproach and concern. She was Li Ji, Duke Xian's most beloved wife and Ji Xi Qi's mother.
Beside Li Ji stood a beautiful young woman, mature and alluring, exuding captivating charm, her beauty second only to Li Ji's.
Li Ji was originally the daughter of the Li Rong chieftain. In the fifth year of Duke Xian's reign (672 BC), Jin attacked the Li Rong and captured Li Ji and her sister. Duke Xian, Ji Guizhu, was infatuated with Li Ji's beauty, showering her with unparalleled favor, even going so far as to depose the eldest son and establish a younger one in favor of the younger. This ultimately forced Crown Prince Shen Sheng to commit suicide, and the second prince, Chong'er, and the third prince, Yi Wu, were even forced to relinquish their fiefdoms and flee to foreign lands.
"Nothing, I just felt a bit stuffy in the room, so I came out for a walk," Xi Qi said, his tone somewhat stiff. He hadn't fully adapted to his new identity, and therefore felt a certain distance from Li Ji, his "birth mother."
Although Li Ji noticed Xi Qi's unusual behavior, she assumed it was due to his recovering injuries and didn't pay much attention.
At this moment, the beautiful young woman beside Li Ji covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Sister, don't blame Xi Qi. Moving around more is actually good for his health. It's rare to see Xi Qi so energetic these days; it's something to be happy about."
Relying on the memories of the original owner of this body, Xi Qi remembered that this beautiful young woman was Shao Ji, Li Ji's younger sister, and his aunt in this life.
"You always spoil him," Li Ji glared at Shao Ji, but there was no hint of blame.
"By the way, sister, before, Xi Qi's fate was unknown, and Grand Tutor Xun appointed Zhuo Zi as heir apparent, just in case. But now that Xi Qi is safe and sound, I think Zhuo Zi's position as heir apparent should be abolished," Shao Ji said after a moment's hesitation.
The heir apparent was the successor of a feudal lord. When Xi Qi's condition was critical, Xun Xi appointed Shao Ji's son, Zhuo Zi, as heir apparent, just in case.
Shao Ji was forced into this situation. Since ancient times, the throne has been ruthless; if she hadn't brought it up, or had brought it up later, Li Ji might have suspected her of harboring ambitions.
Xun Xi, whose given name was An and courtesy name was Xi, was highly valued by Duke Xian of Jin for his meritorious service in devising strategies to destroy Guo and attack Yu.
Xun Xi was loyal, resourceful, and a former minister of Duke Wu. He had served Duke Xian faithfully for nearly 30 years, becoming Duke Xian's most trusted advisor, appointing him not only as Grand Tutor but also, on his deathbed, appointing him as Chancellor, entrusting him with the administration of state affairs and wielding immense power.
Even though Xi Qi was too weak and Li Ji's faction too domineering, causing the death of Crown Prince Shen Sheng and forcing the princes to flee, Xun Xi, despite his displeasure, continued to do his utmost to maintain Xi Qi's position out of loyalty to Duke Xian.
Without Xun Xi's support, Xi Qi, even with Duke Xian's dying wish, would likely never have been able to ascend the throne, because Li Ji was extremely unpopular in Jin.
Hearing Shao Ji's words, Li Ji gave her a deep look, her smile growing even more sincere: "Sister, it's rare to see you so thoughtful. How about this, I'll definitely have Xi Qi grant Zhuo Zi a rich fiefdom. Hmm, what do you think of Pu Yi?"
Pu Yi was originally the fiefdom of Prince Chong'er. After Chong'er fled, Pu Yi naturally became a no-man's land. However, Pu Yi was a newly built city by Prince Chong'er, so it wasn't exactly prosperous, but the land was fertile, far better than remote mountainous areas. Unfortunately, most of the slightly prosperous cities in Jin were fiefdoms cultivated by powerful officials over many years, which even the ruler couldn't arbitrarily confiscate. This forced Prince Chong'er and Prince Yi Wu to build their own fiefdoms to avoid remote towns, and now it was benefiting someone else.
"Thank you, sister," Shao Ji said gracefully, bowing.
Chapter Two: The Younger Sister Warms the Bed
"Younger sister, you're too kind. We've relied on each other for over a decade in this palace, and finally, we've made it. The best days are yet to come."
Seeing the young concubine's understanding, Li Ji smiled gently, her demeanor graceful.
To have captivated the powerful Duke Xian of Jin, a ruler who had seen countless beauties, to the point of even deposing the eldest son in favor of the younger, Li Ji was undoubtedly a woman of unparalleled beauty. Even after giving birth, her charm remained undiminished, only enhanced by an even more alluring allure. Moreover, Xi Qi's awakening had greatly pleased Li Ji, making her radiant.
In ancient times, women married very young; it wasn't uncommon for them to marry and have children as young as fourteen or fifteen. Xi Qi had been on the throne for ten months and was now just fifteen, while Li Ji was only thirty, still in the prime of her youth.
"Xi Qi, it's late. Go back and rest." Li Ji approached, extending her snow-white hand to lovingly stroke Xi Qi's head.
Although Xi Qi was already a dashing fifteen-year-old boy, taller than Li Ji by half a head, in Li Ji's eyes, he would always be a child who never grew up. She didn't know that the Xi Qi before her was no longer the frail Ji Xi Qi of the past, but a college student with the mindset of an adult.
Faced with Li Ji's intimate gestures, Xi Qi was momentarily at a loss for words. Li Ji, so close to him, possessed a breathtaking beauty in every movement. Her fragrance was delicate, her breath sweet as orchids. She wore a purple-blue palace dress, her legs long and slender, her features exquisite, her breasts full, her skin as white as jade, her neck a smooth, snow-white expanse. Her hair was adorned with pearls and agates, and her bright red lips added to her allure. Every glance she gave exuded charm, a picture of perfection. Exquisite! A femme fatale!
Even Bao Si, who captivated all beings and made King You of Zhou recklessly light the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords, was no more beautiful than her.
"A single glance from her could launch a thousand ships, eclipsing all the beauties of the harem." Xi Qi was captivated by Li Ji's unparalleled beauty, secretly regretting his transmigration into the body of her son. If he had been born as Duke Xian of Jin , Ji Guizhu, he could have enjoyed a life of unparalleled charm. Even better if he had been born in Duke Xian's youth.
Li Ji's pretty face, a mixture of anger and delight, lightly tapped Xi Qi's forehead.
"Well, well, you dare flirt with your mother? You deserve a beating!"
"Uh, how can this be considered flirting? I just wanted to compose a poem to praise you, Mother." Xi Qi protested, rubbing his forehead. He knew he had lost his composure, but he wasn't the real Ji Xi Qi. Despite possessing all her memories, he hadn't yet adapted to being Li Ji's mother and was naturally intimidated by her beauty.
"Fine, compose a complete poem, and I'll forgive you. Otherwise…" Li Ji pretended to strike him.
Shao Ji watched with a beaming smile, acting as if she were merely passing by.
Xi Qi finally composed himself, feigning thought for a moment, then recited: "The king, captivated by beauty, yearns for a woman to topple a kingdom, yet for years he has sought but none." "
A daughter of the Rong family has just come of age, raised in seclusion, unknown to the world."
"Her innate beauty could not be concealed, and one day she was chosen to serve the king."
"A single glance, a smile, and a hundred charms bloom; the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison."
"Her cloud-like hair adorned with flowers and golden hairpins, she spends the spring night in the warm hibiscus-scented tent."
"The spring night is short, the sun rises high, and from then on, the king neglects his morning court."
"She has no time to serve and entertain, spring outings and nights devoted to him." "
Three thousand beauties in the harem, yet all
the emperor's favor rests on one." This is the famous "Song of Everlasting Regret" by the great Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi, widely known and loved. Originally telling the story of the love and hate between Emperor Xuanzong and Yang Guifei, Xi Qi has now selected two sections and pieced them together into his own work. But this is a great perk for time travelers; why not take advantage of it?
Furthermore, considering that this was the Spring and Autumn Period of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and taking into account the status of Duke Xian of Jin, Xi Qi changed "Han Emperor" to "King" and, given that Li Ji came from the Li Rong tribe, "Yang Family" was also changed to "Rong Family."
Xi Qi had thought that this display of literary talent would impress the women, but he had overlooked one point: Li Ji and Shao Ji were from the Rong tribe, unlike those aristocratic ladies who had been raised in Han Chinese culture and enjoyed empty rhetoric. Naturally, they weren't very interested in these kinds of poems and essays. As for the palace maids, they looked on with a mixture of awe and disbelief. They couldn't even read, and although they thought Xi Qi, the new ruler, was very talented, unfortunately, they really couldn't understand him.
The description in this poem closely matches Li Ji's life, touching her deeply. However, she parted her lips slightly to pour cold water on Xi Qi's enthusiasm: "Xi Qi, the term 'king' specifically refers to the emperor. You can't use it carelessly, lest those old fogies outside jump out and interfere again."
In this era, only the Zhou emperor could be called king. The feudal lords of various states were granted five ranks of nobility: duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron. The subjects called them rulers, and the feudal lords addressed each other according to their titles. Only a few Central Plains states, such as Song and Cheng, were legitimate dukes, while Jin was a hereditary marquisate. Although Duke Xian of Jin was called a duke, it was merely a title of respect within Jin; the Zhou royal family did not recognize it. Of course, because Jin was powerfully governed by Duke Xian, dominating other states, and because the Jin lineage was a collateral branch of the royal family, its tribute to the royal family was always quite generous. Therefore, the Zhou emperor had no choice but to acquiesce to Duke Xian's self-proclaimed dukedom.
However, this was during the Spring and Autumn Period. Even though the Zhou royal family was weak and declining, practically a figurehead, its influence still lingered. Apart from the State of Chu, it was not uncommon for various states to privately elevate the ranks of nobility within their own borders, but absolutely no one dared to declare themselves king. Moreover, the State of Jin had always outwardly championed the idea of respecting the king
. Xi Qi's position was not secure at the moment. If the term "king" were to spread, although it would elevate Duke Xian, it would also be criticized by opponents as youthful ignorance and disrespect for the king's way, further alienating Xi Qi, who already had few supporters.
Xi Qi then realized that he had unintentionally made a mistake. Fortunately, there were no outsiders present, otherwise, the reasons why the ministers like Li Ke opposed Xi Qi becoming king would certainly have been further strengthened.
"I understand, Mother. I will be more careful in my words and actions from now on." Xi Qi took a deep breath, knowing that he could not act too arbitrarily until he had secured his position.
"That's good. With Grand Tutor Xun and Minister You Shi assisting him, my son will surely be as stable as Mount Tai." Li Ji nodded. "It's late, go back and rest, take care of yourself."
Following the etiquette he remembered, Xi Qi bowed to Li Ji and returned to his palace.
The name You Shi sounded so familiar. Xi Qi frowned. According to historical records, this You Shi seemed to be a favorite entertainer of Duke Xian of Jin, a favored court entertainer. However, because he advised Li Ji to force the death of Crown Prince Shen Sheng, thus placing Xi Qi on the throne, he was appointed Minister a few months ago.
Wait, unofficial histories say that this You Shi seemed to have an affair with Li Ji…
Actually, this claim is somewhat absurd, more likely a fabrication by later generations. After all, Duke Xian of Jin was a powerful ruler, not someone easily fooled, and he doted on Li Ji. Li Ji had no reason to risk having an affair. However, it's hard to say, as Duke Xian was old and might not have been able to satisfy Li Ji's demands.
Xi Qi walked halfway, his face ashen. If this You Shi really became his adoptive father in this life, he was doomed. He would be castrated first, then killed, cut in half at the waist, and subjected to slow slicing—only then could he vent his hatred.
Watching Xi Qi walk away, Shao Ji suddenly smiled: "A smile that could launch a thousand ships, eclipsing all the beauties of the six palaces..."
"Serving him with endless pleasures, spring outings and nights of devotion. Sister, Xi Qi has grown up." Shao Ji turned to look at Li Ji, her words carrying a hidden meaning.
Thinking of Xi Qi's earlier strange behavior, Li Ji blushed slightly: "Yes, he's fifteen now, it's time for him to grow up."
"I've heard that the youngest daughter of Doctor Hu is exceptionally beautiful, and the granddaughter of Grand Tutor Xun is exquisitely pretty. I think they are quite a good match for Xi Qi," Shao Ji said with a light smile.
Li Ji's eyes sparkled: "Hmm, Xi Qi has grown up; it's time for him to get married."
"Brother Xi Qi!"
As soon as he returned to the palace gates, Xi Qi saw a girl in a fiery red palace dress, about eleven or twelve years old, standing gracefully inside, waiting. The girl called out crisply and then rushed over, her soft, fragrant body enveloped in his arms.
The Zhou dynasty revered the element of fire, so their flags and clothing were predominantly crimson. The State of Jin, being a vassal state of Zhou, naturally also revered red; even the capital newly built by Duke Xian was named Jiangdu. Jiang represents deep red.
The little girl before him had a delicate face that appeared rosy against the fiery red palace dress, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a pair of adorable dimples.
Although still growing, there was no doubt she was a beauty in the making.
"Mu Ying," Xi Qi remembered. She was one of Duke Xian of Jin's many daughters, his half-sister, and the two had been very close since childhood.
Although Li Ji, relying on Duke Xian's favor, was always domineering and tyrannical in the Jiang Palace, Ji Muying's mother only had one daughter, posing no threat to Xi Qi's position, so naturally she wouldn't make things difficult for them.
Moreover, Muying and Xi Qi got along very well; she had been worried and saddened these past few days since Xi Qi's assassination attempt.
"Brother Xi Qi, this is chicken soup I made myself."
Muying took the bowl of soup from the tray held by her maid and presented it to Xi Qi like a precious treasure.
The bowl was made of primitive celadon, its glaze and body far inferior to later porcelain, but still much better than the rough earthenware bowls used by ordinary people.
Smelling the fragrant chicken soup, Xi Qi felt a warmth in his heart, and drank it all under Muying's watchful gaze.
It tasted quite good, very fragrant. Xi Qi savored it.
"Brother Xi Qi, is it good?" Muying asked sweetly, seeking praise.
"Mmm, delicious, even better than the chefs at the Imperial Kitchen." Xi Qi praised it, instantly making Mu Ying happy.
Mu Ying smiled brightly: "Then I'll make soup for Brother Xi Qi every day from now on, okay?"
"Okay. But it's late now, sweetie, it's time to sleep." Xi Qi pinched Mu Ying's cute little nose.
At this moment, Xi Qi was also a little tired, after all, his injuries had just healed, and he needed to rest well.
Late at night, Xi Qi was half asleep and half awake when he suddenly felt a petite body crawl into the bed. He was immediately startled awake: "Who?" The original owner of this body was replaced by Xi Qi because of an assassination attempt. This was Xi Qi's first day of transmigration and rebirth, but he had never dared to be careless.
"It's me, Brother Xi Qi..."
Xi Qi was stunned when he heard the other person's voice: "Mu Ying, what are you doing..."
Mu Ying leaned closer and said shyly: "Brother Xi Qi, I'm scared. I want to hold you, I'm afraid I won't see you tomorrow morning." She was traumatized by the assassination attempt. On the day of Duke Xian's burial, she stood by and witnessed the assassin plunge a sharpened bamboo sliver into Xi Qi's chest, then use it to commit suicide before the guards could catch up.
Holding the youthful body in his arms, Xi Qi felt a strange restlessness.
"Mu Ying," Xi Qi whispered in Mu Ying's ear.
"Mmm..." Mu Ying buried her head shyly in Xi Qi's chest, but in the darkness, Xi Qi couldn't see her face clearly, yet Mu Ying was still incredibly shy.
Xi Qi mischievously blew air into Mu Ying's ear, and Mu Ying twisted her body, playfully punching him: "Brother, don't be so naughty."
Her voice was sweet and teasing, making Xi Qi's heart itch.
In the darkness, nothing could be seen clearly, but it was precisely this indistinct, hazy quality that was all the more alluring.
The girl's body was still very young, but it was in the process of development, exuding youthful vitality, and Mu Ying was clinging to him so tightly, making Xi Qi's breathing a little heavy.
"Brother, don't tickle me! Ouch, stop scratching me..." Mu Ying's body twisted, her laughter like the tinkling of silver bells. Xi Qi was mischievously tickling her armpits and waist, places prone to tickling. Not to be outdone, Mu Ying tickled Xi Qi back. After a while of playful banter, Mu Ying's little hand suddenly touched a raised area. She asked curiously, "Brother, what's that? Why don't I have it?"
"That's your dragon, brother's pet." His private parts were now in Mu Ying's grasp, and the strange sensation made Xi Qi involuntarily tremble.
"Ah, this dragon won't eat people, will it?" Mu Ying let go, somewhat frightened.
"How could it? It's yours, brother's pet. Don't be afraid..." Mu Ying's hand left the dragon, leaving Xi Qi with a sense of loss. He ruffled Mu Ying's hair, saying, "Good girl, help your dragon, okay? Otherwise, it'll be hard for brother."
"But... Mu Ying doesn't know how," Mu Ying said timidly.
"You can learn if you don't know how. Mu Ying, can you help your brother? It's uncomfortable, and it's making your brother feel bad too." Xi Qi, like a beast, seduced the innocent little girl.
"Then, how do I do it?" Mu Ying asked, her eyes still blurry.
Xi Qi removed his clothes from between his legs, revealing his enormous penis. Then, he took Mu Ying's small hand and guided it to his penis, coaxing her gently, "Come on, hold it with both hands like this, and gently, um, move it up and down like this, oh, yes, just like that, good girl, Mu Ying is really your brother's good sister..."
Mu Ying, seemingly understanding, reached out her soft, snow-white hand and grasped the limp, enormous penis, gently stroking it. Feeling a surge of intense pleasure and excitement, Xi Qi couldn't help but let out a soft groan. His penis involuntarily began to heat up and swell.
Xi Qi breathed a satisfied sigh, not only physically but also psychologically. Personally training this innocent and adorable little girl gave Xi Qi a wicked sense of accomplishment, and once this was started, it was impossible to stop.
"Oh, how did it get so big, brother? How did it turn into a stick?" Mu Ying suddenly exclaimed.
"I'm going to die! Little girl, can you please stop being so cute? Something bad will happen..."
Xi Qi felt a primal desire quietly growing within him. After all, he was a fully mature man, and this body was already fifteen years old; even a real fight wouldn't be a problem.
"Brother, why did it turn into a stick?" Mu Ying asked, puzzled.
A fire broke out... Xi Qi felt his blood boiling, desperately needing professional help to cool him down.
"This is brother's golden cudgel. If Mu Ying doesn't behave, brother will use this big stick to whip Mu Ying's little bottom hard."
"Brother, no! Mu Ying will be good!" The little girl was startled and moved even more vigorously.
The more obedient you are, the more I want to whip you with the "stick"!
Her delicate hands and burning desire made Xi Qi increasingly uncomfortable.
He couldn't take it anymore!
Xi Qi suddenly flipped over, pinning Mu Ying down on the bed.
"Brother..." Mu Ying was both shocked and ashamed, not knowing what was wrong with Xi Qi.
Xi Qi's hands slid down Mu Ying's lower abdomen, parting her legs and placing them on his waist. Then, his hard, burning dragon pressed tightly against the girl's crotch, rubbing, thrusting, and pounding against that hidden paradise.
Even through Mu Ying's clothes, he could still feel the beauty of her body; the smooth, warm touch made Xi Qi let out a long sigh.
Although he hadn't penetrated her, the head of his penis occasionally rubbed against her lips, sometimes gently pressing against them, which somewhat alleviated Xi Qi's desire.
"Brother, it's so hot, so uncomfortable..." Mu Ying endured weakly, her body burning hot, unconsciously moaning through her nose, her hands unconsciously wrapping around Xi Qi's neck, and her tender pubic hair gradually becoming moist.
After a long while, Xi Qi suddenly let out a low growl, convulsing and ejaculating, shooting directly into the very end of her thighs through her clothes!
The hot, moist semen soaked through the thin trousers, slippery, sticky, and warm, some even clinging to Mu Ying's lips.
Chapter Three: Wine, Women, Wealth, Temper, and Power.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Xi Qi, who had been sleeping in Mu Ying's arms, was awakened by the eunuch commander Cheng An.
The eunuch commander was in charge of all the eunuchs and palace servants, a position equivalent to the chief eunuch in later generations.
Mu Ying was too ashamed to look up, hiding under the covers like an ostrich, feeling guilty. The thought of the shameful scene from the previous night only made her more embarrassed. Perhaps because of the emotional rollercoaster of Xi Qi's attack and subsequent awakening, she didn't know why she had acted so impulsively.
Even with his thick skin, Xi Qi felt somewhat uncomfortable. Although Mu Ying was still young, and the social norms of the time weren't as corrupting as those of the Ming and Qing dynasties, brother and sister sharing a bed was still a bit much.
However, none of the palace maids showed any unusual reaction, and even if they did, they dared not show it. Serving a ruler is like walking on thin ice; they had no choice but to be extremely cautious.
"Hurry and help the ruler change his clothes. The three ministers have already arrived at the court," Cheng An urged the palace maids from the doorway.
Cheng An appeared to be in his fifties, with a fair complexion and no beard. He was a close attendant of Duke Wu and a confidant of Duke Xian, having served the rulers of Jin for over forty years—a true veteran of three reigns.
Moreover, Cheng An was cautious and taciturn, enjoying Duke Xian's favor. During the struggle for the throne, he had never spoken a good word about any of the princes to Duke Xian, nor had he ever spoken ill of Xi Qi and his mother, Li Ji, maintaining a neutral stance. It was precisely for this reason that Cheng An's position as eunuch chief remained secure.
As the palace maids attended to him while he washed and dressed, Xi Qi noticed Cheng An's expressionless gaze inadvertently drifting towards Mu Ying. He was momentarily speechless: "Ahem, well..."
Cheng An, however, seemed unconcerned: "It's a good thing that the King and Princess Mu Ying have such a deep sibling bond. However, the King has just recovered from his injuries; please take care of yourself."
If it weren't for Cheng An's composed demeanor, Xi Qi would have almost thought he was being sarcastic.
In truth, Xi Qi didn't know that although the Zhou dynasty promoted Zhou rituals and required the feudal lords to abide by them, in reality, the Zhou dynasty's feudal system, while nominally unified, lacked true governance. Since King Ping's eastward relocation, its influence had waned considerably, and it had long been weak and unable to control the feudal lords.
Nowadays, the feudal lords and their powerful subordinates, outwardly appearing morally upright, were actually extremely corrupt. Incestuous relationships between siblings were nothing new; as long as they weren't caught red-handed, it was fine. By the late Spring and Autumn Period, more than a century later, the social order had collapsed, morality had declined, and acts of transgression against human ethics were commonplace.
While the mid-Spring and Autumn Period, in which Xi Qi now lived, hadn't reached the point of complete moral decay, it wasn't much better, just not as blatant and unrestrained.
Cheng An, having served Duke Wu and Duke Xian for many years and spent much of his time in the court, had witnessed all sorts of sordid things and was already accustomed to them. Moreover, Xi Qi was now the ruler of a state; who would dare criticize Cheng An, especially since he wasn't part of the faction of Minister Li Ke, who had always opposed Xi Qi? Naturally, they wouldn't interfere.
At the service of palace maids, Xi Qi first changed into his undergarment, then his inner garment, and then a red-based, black-patterned, curved-hem robe, before finally putting on a collarless, crimson-purple outer robe.
This was merely everyday attire, suitable for general formal occasions, yet even it felt cumbersome to Xi Qi. For important occasions such as sacrifices, investiture ceremonies, and festivals, he would wear a full-length imperial robe, far more solemn and elaborate.
Adorned with a crown, black shoes, and a jade belt, Xi Qi, already handsome, now appeared even more dashing and distinguished.
A palace attendant promptly presented a wooden box containing several exquisite jade pendants, awaiting Xi Qi's selection. During
the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, there was a saying that "a gentleman compares his virtue to jade" and "a gentleman never parts with his jade without reason." Anyone of even a slight status would always wear jade, especially a precious jade ornament to signify solemnity at important events.
This was Xi Qi's first court assembly since his assassination, and naturally, it could not be taken lightly. Moreover, barring unforeseen circumstances, after Duke Xian's burial, Xi Qi could finally formally participate in state affairs and wield power. If it weren't for the fact that the physicians and others had conspired to delay Duke Xian's funeral, Xi Qi would have already been able to exercise the power of the ruler.
"This is..." Xi Qi casually glanced at one of the jade pendants, his gaze sweeping over it. He was immediately shaken, a tidal wave of emotions rising within him.
Picking up the jade pendant and examining it closely, Xi Qi was certain that this jade pendant was exactly the same as the dragon-patterned jade he had found in the ancient tomb in his previous life. The texture, color, pattern, feel, and even a certain flaw were identical; it was definitely the same piece.
Seeing that Xi Qi had chosen the dragon-patterned jade, Cheng An introduced it, saying, "This jade is called Dragon-Patterned Jade. Legend has it that it was presented to King Cheng by an ancient extraordinary person and was once worn by the emperor. Later, when King Zhao of Zhou led his southern expedition against Chu, his entire army was submerged in the Han River, and this jade became the property of Chu. It wasn't until King Ping moved the capital east that Chu returned it to the Zhou dynasty. During the rebellion of Zi Tui, Duke Xian, newly enthroned, offered money, grain, and treasures to support the states of Zheng and Guo in supporting King Hui.
For his meritorious service, King Hui bestowed this Dragon-Patterned Jade upon him as a sign of commendation." Because it was once the personal jade pendant of both King Cheng and King Zhao of Zhou, the symbolic meaning of this Dragon-Patterned Jade was naturally extraordinary. Moreover, the legend that it was presented to the emperor by an ancient extraordinary person added another layer of mystery to it.
Xi Qi's eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty. He had never understood why, despite being supposed to die in that earthquake, he had somehow transmigrated into the body of the young ruler of Jin. Now, seeing this Dragon-Patterned Jade, he couldn't help but make connections.
Just then, the dragon-patterned jade in his hand suddenly radiated heat, and then a flood of information rushed into Xi Qi's mind.
Cheng An and the others noticed Xi Qi's unusual behavior. Although they were a little puzzled, they didn't think much of it.
Feeling the magic of the dragon-patterned jade, Xi Qi understood. The "culprit" that had given him a second chance at life and caused him to transmigrate was undoubtedly this jade pendant.
Suppressing his shock, Xi Qi hung the dragon-patterned jade on his belt, took a deep breath, and walked towards the door.
However, as he walked, Xi Qi was digesting the information that the dragon-patterned jade had just transmitted.
The Five Methods of the Saint King: Wine, Lust, Wealth, Anger, and Power.
This was a very special cultivation method, even a demonic one. According
to the description: Wine, Lust, Wealth, Anger, and Power—doing these five things every day can comprehensively enhance physical fitness. The more you do, the better the effect, and it's even possible to achieve physical sainthood like Erlang Shen in the end.

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