The Empress of the Loulan Empire

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In the capital city, far from the battlefields ravaged by war, the night was exceptionally bright. The moon, like a clear, bright mirror, bathed everything in a soft, silvery light.

Within the palace's towering buildings and red walls, tonight was destined for a night of revelry and celebration, a sleepless night.

This was the celebratory banquet for the Qiang princess's marriage into the Han imperial court. The feast stretched for miles from inside the palace to outside the city walls, a time of national jubilation.

The Qiang princess, a woman of exceptional talent in singing and dancing, possessed a captivating charm and showed none of the shyness or reserve typical of Han women. At the banquet, she openly performed her signature dances for her husband—the reigning emperor—eagerly expressing her affections. Her graceful

movements, delicate leaps, and alluring exoticism eclipsed even the magnificent palace halls. The entire court was mesmerized, filled with admiration.

Yet, the emperor, from beginning to end, maintained the same expression, showing neither weariness nor joy.
He knew all too well what kind of political smokescreen lay behind this woman's beautiful figure.

Before him, someone similar had done the same thing. He was already accustomed to exotic charm and captivating allure, so his somewhat indifferent attitude towards her was understandable.

That person was probably in his palace now, frowning and plotting their next move, wasn't he?
How pitiful yet endearing!

Was she using the excuse of not attending tonight's banquet to avoid being reminded of the day she entered the palace?

Thinking of that person, the emperor's long-silent face finally broke into a slight smile.

"Your Highness, the night dew is heavy, it's too cold outside. Don't sit in the wind, come in quickly!"
A maidservant carrying a cloak came out of the palace, built in the style of Loulan, and said to the person sitting in the garden.
Prince Yinu of Loulan had a face quite different from the Han people. Many people from the Western Regions had high noses, deep-set eyes, curly hair, and tall stature. But Yinu was somewhat different from them. He was tall and slender, but not as rugged and imposing as the usual Loulan soldiers. His foreign white silk robe draped over his body made him appear as elegant and upright as a deity in an ancient painting.

Even more stunning was his long, flowing hair, a brilliant golden yellow, more dazzling than the moon in the sky. When his bangs parted, it revealed a face of unparalleled, godlike beauty. His skin, almost as white as his robe, was flushed with two rosy blushes on his cheeks, whether from the cold or from the turmoil of his emotions, it was hard to tell.
Beneath his beautifully arched eyebrows were crystalline blue-purple eyes, reflecting the golden hair on his cheeks.
Below his slightly high, straight nose were tightly pressed, thin pink lips.

Sadness and anxiety tinged his exquisite features with emotion, yet this did not diminish his beauty. No matter when one looked at him, Prince Inu was a more enchanting sight than the moonlight. This is why the Han emperor, disregarding the objections of his ministers, insisted on keeping him by his side.

It wasn't just to better appreciate the charm of this handsome foreign man, nor merely to spread the prestige of the prosperous dynasty further throughout the Western Regions, but also to use him as a hostage to deter the Loulan Khan from making any rash moves.

Similarly, Yi Nu's presence in the Han court was not merely to serve as a hostage; he bore a heavy responsibility, and the rise and fall of the Loulan capital might depend on his decision.

Yet, even so, he still had to be mindful of the Han emperor's mood.

Whether it was because his disguise was too convincing, or simply out of habit, as he waited alone for the emperor, a genuine sense of bitterness arose in his heart.

He was unwilling to let the emperor's favor, which he had worked so hard to gain, be ruined by a Qiang woman who had intruded midway.

"Yan, come quickly… don't keep me waiting too long…"

His dejected figure and timid expression even made the maids feel sorry for him. They felt deeply indignant on behalf of Prince Yi Nu.

A prince of a great kingdom, a man who should have been galloping across battlefields, bowed and scraped before the Emperor of Han, yet the Emperor neglected him, marrying that coarse and vulgar Qiang woman—it was utterly incomprehensible!
Those who had served Prince Yinu for years seemed to have forgotten that Yinu was the one who least should have stood beside the Emperor.

Night fell, the shadows of the flowers in the garden trembled slightly, and Yinu turned around to see a figure who shouldn't have been there.

"...Yan!"

The Western Region people, lacking restraint and etiquette, immediately rushed to the side of the person they longed for, wrapping their arms around his waist to express their feelings. "Am I dreaming? I never expected you to come tonight..."

Liu Yan nodded, gesturing for the palace maids to leave.

Unlike the bustling banquet, this place was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Only the beating of their hearts resonated, and Yinu's eyes welled up with tears. He desperately hoped that Liu Yan had left the Qiang princess alone to come to his side because he couldn't bear to part with him…

“…Yan, don't go! Stay with me, okay?”

Although he knew that this would mean the newlywed Qiang princess would be alone in the palace tonight, Yi Nu still stubbornly made this request.

Because the Qiang princess had at least married him as a queen, while he was merely a hostage.

Although their statuses were essentially the same, on the surface he appeared to be inferior to her, and without fighting for it, he had no chance at all.

Knowing his myriad thoughts, Liu Yan embraced his waist, gently stroking his fair cheek and nodding.
Yi Nu was overjoyed and immediately buried his head in his broad chest!

For Liu Yan, leaving the Qiang princess behind to come to Yi Nu was simply to relieve his pent-up frustration.
After all, one Yi Nu was enough; having more would be meaningless.

Picking up a strand of golden hair, Liu Yan inhaled its fragrance and smiled faintly, saying, "They probably know you're blonde and blue-eyed, and think that's what I love, so they went to great lengths to find a princess who's similar."

Yi Nu, nestled against his chest, paled slightly upon hearing this.

"But they probably don't know that although I'm filled with curiosity about handsome Westerners, I don't love women," Liu Yan lifted his face and lightly kissed his lips, "...but men."

Blindfolded, because reality is painful. Abandoning dignity, because it has become an obstacle to survival.
"What's wrong? Weren't you quite passionate just now? Why did you suddenly drift off?"

Lowering his head to kiss the fair, jade-like chest of the person in his arms, Liu Yan looked up, gazing into his glistening eyes, and asked.

"...No, with you by my side, I dare not drift off..." Reaching down to his neck, Yi Nu blinked his slightly moist eyes and leaned in to kiss his lips.

Liu Yan smiled, cupping his face and giving him an encouraging kiss.

"Mmm..."

His tongue deftly parted the two pink lips, licking across Liu Yan's moist tongue, reaching the root, gently teasing his most sensitive spot.

Breathing softly, Yi Nu involuntarily twisted his body, pressing himself even closer to Liu Yan, deepening the kiss...

Between their intertwined lips and tongues, Liu Yan, who always prided himself on his composure, became somewhat lost in the moment.

He couldn't resist his sweet allure, even though he knew it was all scheming and intrigue.

This handsome, godlike Loulan man was adept at exploiting his advantages. And yet, knowing it was all an illusion, he still embraced him.

Whether it was pity for his difficult situation or mockery of his struggle for survival, Liu Yan himself wasn't sure.
All he knew was that the delicate fragrance he inhaled at this moment was what captivated and moved him most, even if it contained poison.
His desire was burning; Yi Nu, his face flushed, removed Liu Yan's heavy robes and unbuttoned his undergarments.
Seeing his strong chest, feeling the warmth of his body, his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
Liu Yan impatiently tore off the rest of his clothes himself. The bronze-colored, imposing body, concealing overwhelming power, tempted the man beneath him like a seductive fragrance.

Yi Nu pursed his thin, red lips, pulling aside his own clothes to reveal his fair skin, flushed with passion.

He trembled. Not only because his skin directly touched the cool air, but also because a pair of crimson eyes were scanning him.

When he saw the last piece of clothing removed, revealing his strong, long thighs and the alluring scenery between them, Liu Yan felt a sudden tension in his lower body!

Unable to resist, his hands roamed over the smooth, firm skin of the person beneath him, slowly searching for sensitive spots. His hot lips gently slid across his cheek, down to his neck, lightly nibbling at his collarbone, before lowering his head to his chest, opening his mouth to capture the alluring pink bud.

"Mmm..." The cool touch of his tongue on his skin sent shivers down Yi Nu's spine. He hugged the head buried against his chest, wanting to press closer, to demand more pleasure...

"So impatient." With a light laugh, Liu Yan reached behind him, his hand sliding down his waist, disappearing into his spine, lingering on his full, round buttocks, kneading them, feeling their warmth and texture. "If I really neglected you like this, if I didn't come here for days, could you bear it?"

Taunted, Yi Nu could only bite back, his face flushed crimson.

"But that's one of the reasons I like you," Liu Yan teased, reaching between his legs to tease the erection. "You never hide your desire for me. The moment I touch you, it gets hard. It's so endearing..."
"Mmm...stop it!..." He squeezed his legs together, trying to stop Liu Yan's further teasing, but only received a deeper plunder!

Liu Yan reached behind him, parting his plump buttocks, reaching his forbidden zone, gently caressing the slightly warmer opening, his middle finger lightly poking at the entrance...

"Mmm...ah!..." Touched in his most sensitive spot, Yi Nu couldn't help but twist his waist. Liu Yan's hand traced every pink fold, deliberately teasing the place that shamed him most, but only hinting at it, never going deeper.
This subtle teasing drove him even crazier! Watching him want it yet be too ashamed to say it was a pleasure, and Liu Yan teased him even more enthusiastically!

"Ah...no, don't torture me! Ah..."

Finally, having tormented him enough, Liu Yan kissed his lips while pulling out a small medicine bottle from the bedside table. He dipped his finger in the fragrant oil inside and, using its medicinal properties, slid it into the man's honey hole.

"Hmm!..." Although it was just a finger, its rough texture and the coolness of the oil made Yi Nu's senses very acute. With just a slight, uncomfortable twist, his sensitive little hole began to writhe on its own, as if wanting to take in more with the help of the fragrant oil. As

his finger received this treatment, Liu Yan felt that a certain pulse within him could no longer wait. He added another finger, exploring the man's hidden hole, thrusting straight to his most sensitive spot. After receiving a violent response as if his waist had sprung up, he coated his own large member with the medicinal oil, and as he withdrew his finger, he pressed it against the flower hole, lowered his head, and kissed the man's mouth, silencing the gasp that was about to escape his lips, and thrust his desire all the way in.

"Ugh!..."

The oppressive entry felt like it was going to crush the man beneath him! Inu writhed, feeling a massive, pulsating weapon thrusting deep inside him. His entire body tensed, barely managing to relax a little before being overwhelmed by a relentless barrage of thrusts into his rear.

"Ah!...No...Don't go so fast!...Ahhh!..."

It was too late. Liu Yan's reason was consumed by lust. He wanted more, wanted to penetrate deeper into the hot, tight interior of the man beneath him, to plunder him completely!

Continuously attacking the most sensitive spot, Inu was finally conquered by the rising pleasure! He bit his lip, trying not to let out a wild cry, but tears of passion uncontrollably streamed from the corners of his eyes, like the rubbed tip, dripping with lustful fluid.

The pink, tight opening was stretched to its limit, yet it was also incredibly elastic, writhing and tightly enveloping the massive member, greedily sucking!

"Ah!...There!...Ah...Don't poke anymore, I'm...almost there...Ah!
..." Unable to hold back any longer, the noble Prince Inu, under the ravaging of the Han Emperor, spread his legs wide, clamping them around the man's waist, screaming wildly, releasing the pleasure his body was receiving!

Grasping his penis, the man cruelly blocked the lustful, dripping tip, saying, "No...not yet, can't go!..."

"Ugh!...But...Ahhh!..."

Slamming hard against his plump buttocks, the man continued to torment and plunder him, never letting him climax before satisfying himself.

The lustful little hole was completely pierced, its muscles contracting sensitively when forcefully penetrated, and the tender flesh bulging out when forcibly withdrawn. The sensitivity there coursed through his entire body, making the man below feel ecstasy.

"Oh... Ah! Ahhhhh!..."

In the final, rapid thrust, the enormous member was finally subdued by the alluring, seductive vagina, surging violently a few times before gushing forth, pouring hot fluid into the pink, tender hole beneath her.

Her hand loosened, and the throbbing in her palm convulsed, gushing out wildly, spraying the man all over.

Amidst the white raindrops, both their minds went blank, as if they had forgotten their former noble status, forgotten the immense burdens they carried, and forgotten all their schemes and plots.

Embracing each other, only their body heat could warm the long, cold night, offering a glimmer of warmth and happiness to their complex emotions.

Behind the tender embrace lay a cruel lie.

Love was futile. In this chaotic dynasty, amidst the dog-eat-dog world of its borders, truth was impossible.
Endless scheming and struggle were the main themes of their lives.

Everything was beyond their control.

Immersed in a dream as alluring as poisonous flowers, will they dream of returning to the past? If everything could start over, could their choices be slightly different?

Deep in slumber, Yi Nu's heart has already soared like a divine eagle across the sky, flying back to the dreamlike, fantastical desert lands of the past…

Chapter Two:

Back then, the nomadic peoples of the Western Frontier called their steeds "Helan."

Helan Mountain, stretching from Sufang in the east to Qiangtu in the west, lies on the side of the Yin Mountains, at the mouth of the Qilian Mountains. Climbing to the main peak of Helan, looking east, one sees the vast, flat land of the Han Dynasty; looking west, one sees the desert capitals of Qiang, Loulan, and Cheshi.
A colossal dragon, winding for thousands of miles, divides the land into east and west sides, like a dividing line formed by the scars of war.

At the foot of the mountain, a large caravan of carriages and horses marches towards the Central Plains. On the vast desert lands they traversed, the traces of war were still faintly visible. Broken armor, chariots, and the scattered remains of soldiers and horses, eroded by the wind and sand, seemed to tell the story of the fierce battles that had recently taken place here.

Although the power of the various tribes in the Western Lands was growing stronger, they were ultimately no match for the mighty Han Dynasty at its zenith. That convoy of carriages and horses was tribute sent to the Celestial Empire by the defeated Loulan Kingdom.

However, what truly pleased the Han Emperor was not jewels, pearls, or fur coats, but the Crown Prince of Loulan—Yinu. Shemur.

During the war, this young, calloused boy led a large-scale attack on the Han army, inflicting heavy casualties. Enraged, the Han emperor personally led his troops to confront him. However, what impressed the emperor most, besides his precocious intelligence and decisiveness, was his breathtaking beauty.

Such a handsome young man, seemingly forged from the essence of a thousand years of desert life, should not be exposed to the elements and bloodshed of the battlefield. From that moment on, the emperor secretly resolved to possess him.
Compared to the mighty Han army of 100,000 men, the Loulan army was relatively weak. Prince Shemur, still young, was no match for the seasoned Han emperor. After months of valiant resistance, the Loulan army was finally defeated and forced to surrender.

The fate of a defeated nation is inevitably fraught with hardship. After being forced to submit to the Han emperor, Shemur Khan's most painful decision was to send his most outstanding son to the Han court as a hostage.

On the very day of the surrender, the emperor had said that Loulan would not be destroyed, and he could continue to be king, but the price was that he must pay a large amount of tribute to the Han Dynasty every year and send the handsome Prince Yinu to the Han emperor's side. The

journey eastward was arduous. In the lavishly decorated carriage, Prince Yinu gently parted the curtains, gazing at the vast desert beyond, his heart filled with sorrow.

He remembered his father, the Khan, kneeling before him before his departure, entrusting the happiness and safety of the Loulan people to him.
"This journey may be our last," his father said sadly, personally saddled his carriage. "But it's all worth it, as long as the Han emperor is satisfied and stops making things difficult for Loulan. As your son, you should not shed tears lightly..." After wiping away his tears, his father helped him onto the carriage and resolutely turned and left.

He couldn't blame his father for being ruthless; faced with such cruel oppression, he was powerless...

He recalled his first encounter with Emperor Liu Yan of the Han Dynasty on the battlefield, those eagle-like, sharp eyes that seemed to freeze one's mind instantly.

"You want to become the eagle of the desert? It's still too early."

With an unchanging smile, he had once pulled him up from his horse, gently stroking his face, and said this.

Although an enemy, Yi Nu couldn't hate him. Closing his eyes, that cold, handsome face would flash through his mind, making Yi Nu fantasize wildly about what life would be like in the Central Plains.
"Your Majesty, this is a luminous pearl sent by the Khan of Loulan. It is crystal clear and shines brightly in the darkness; it is a rare treasure!" In the imperial study, the prime minister personally presented the tributes to the emperor one by one. His profound knowledge allowed the emperor to carefully analyze the value and characteristics of the tributes.

The emperor seemed uninterested in the table full of rare treasures before him. While a single rare treasure was certainly precious, a table overflowing with them was bound to be tiresome.

"Zhang Ling, is there another rare treasure you forgot to bring?" the emperor asked, his sharp eyes glancing at the prime minister.

"Your Majesty, I am terrified. I brought everything..." the prime minister stammered, then seemed to suddenly remember something. "Oh, right, there's one more. Prince Yinu. As Your Majesty instructed, arrange for him to stay in the Moonlit Palace.
He should be there by now."

Hearing this, a slight smile finally appeared on the emperor's lips.

Yes, that was the true, unique, and rare treasure.

"Bring him to this imperial study now," he ordered.

The prime minister hesitated, bowing and asking for instructions, "Your Majesty, this is the study, a place of great importance. His status as a hostage, coming here might not be appropriate..."

He immediately regretted his words, for the emperor's face darkened. "Is it good to neglect the prince of Loulan? Bring him here immediately!"

"Oh, yes..."

The prime minister bowed and withdrew, personally welcoming the Loulan prince, causing a rare glint of excitement to appear in the emperor's otherwise somewhat indifferent eyes.

"Yinu. Shemur has come to pay

his respects to Your Majesty." Since their parting on the battlefield, a long time had passed, and their reunion felt like a lifetime ago.
One was in the heavens, revered by all, while the other was on the ground, a glossy canary, a dependent dependent.

Seeing Liu Yan's face again, Yinu felt a complex mix of emotions.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," the emperor said, walking up to him, lifting his face, and gazing at

him with lingering affection. "Are you satisfied with the palace I've prepared for you?" "...I dare not. Your Majesty's grace is boundless; I am more than grateful and dare not be dissatisfied." Just as the emperor gazed intently at him, Yi Nu also fixed his gaze on the emperor's face, speaking humbly.

His words were respectful, but his eyes were filled with a brazen scrutiny. It had been a long time since he had seen Liu Yan's face so closely.

Their eyes met, their bodies very close, the atmosphere gradually becoming somewhat ambiguous, yet they remained completely oblivious to anything amiss. The prime minister, however, felt uneasy seeing this scene.

The dignified Emperor of Han, so close to a lowly hostage from the Western Regions, made him somewhat worried. "Ahem
..." He deliberately cleared his throat, indicating that there were other people present.

The emperor, however, was grateful for his reminder and said, "Prime Minister, you must be tired after a long day.

Why don't you go back and rest? I have many things to discuss with you tomorrow morning." With the emperor so openly issuing an order to leave, how could the prime minister refuse? He bowed somewhat awkwardly to the emperor and turned to leave. Before leaving,

he gave Yi Nu a long, malicious look. Yi Nu didn't seem to care much about his glare, as his entire attention was focused on the emperor. With

the troublesome person gone, the atmosphere in the study became even more tense.

What the emperor's thoughts were about Yi Nu, Yi Nu didn't know, but the emperor's gaze was intense and strangely oppressive. The emperor, however, saw right through Yi Nu's intentions. Although he never bothered to try to understand others' thoughts.

Seeing him still lost in thought, the emperor pulled him into his arms, and before he could react, lifted his face and gave him a domineering kiss.

"Mmm!..."

Yi Nu was extremely surprised! Although young, it didn't mean he was inexperienced in matters of the heart. He knew perfectly well what the emperor's burning body and wild breath meant! However, he hadn't expected the emperor to do this to him so quickly!

A nimble tongue swirled in his mouth, a sweet, intimate exchange that surprised and delighted Yi Nu, giving him a strange sensation.

After a long while, until his breathing became slightly labored, the emperor released him slightly.

"Although you entered the dynasty as a hostage, you will serve me from now on." As if trying to meld him into his very being, the emperor declared domineeringly.

"Ah…" This unexpected demand left Yi Nu bewildered.

"Whether inside or outside the palace, the only places you can stay besides the Moonflower Palace are beside me."

With a nonchalant air, Liu Yan asserted his ownership over the Loulan youth in his arms.

Chapter Three:

The troublesome people were gone, but the atmosphere in the study became even more tense.

What the emperor's thoughts were about Inu, Inu didn't know, but the emperor's gaze was intense and strangely oppressive. The emperor, however, saw right through Inu's feelings, though he never bothered to try and understand others' thoughts.

Seeing Inu still lost in thought, the emperor chuckled, walked to his side, and lifted Inu's long, golden hair from his cheek, bringing it to his nose to inhale. "Such beautiful hair, it almost seems unreal..."

"Mmm..." This small, unintentional gesture made Inu blush, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Thank you for your favor, Your Majesty..."

Gently stroking the smooth hair, the emperor's hand moved to Inu's fair, sharply defined face, lightly caressing it with the back of his fingers as if touching a piece of fine jade. His eyes were filled with admiration and affection, and he seemed reluctant to let go of the warm touch.

"Mmm..." A slight ache ran down his cheek and neck from the caress, and Inu fluttered his eyelashes, breathing heavily with unease. A strange and ambiguous atmosphere flowed freely between them.

The emperor gently stroked his eye sockets with his thumb, cupped his face, and brought it close to his own, chuckling softly in admiration. "It's hard to imagine having eyes like jewels. The thought that these sparkling, precious things can see me, can blush, can express their feelings, makes me cherish them even more." With that, he pressed his hot lips to Inu's, gently kissing his trembling eyelashes.

Knowing that the emperor admired and adored him as a rare treasure, Inu felt a strange, indescribable emotion welling up within him—was it joy or anticipation? He couldn't say. He

only knew that the emperor's affection for him was genuine, yet restrained by propriety, leaving him deeply moved. Inhaling the faint scent of musk emanating from the emperor, Yi Nu's heart sank. He couldn't help but place his hands on the emperor's broad chest, pressing his face against it, inhaling his scent deeply.

The smoke of war and the life-or-death struggles of the desert seemed to fade away. This Western Region man, who expressed his feelings directly, laid his heart bare before the Han emperor, telling him he loved him and hoped for his favor.

This pure, bold courage to express his feelings directly, this open and unpretentious manner, captivated the emperor even more. He pulled the Loulan prince into his arms, and before the prince could react, lifted his face and gave him a domineering kiss.

"Mmm!…"

Yi Nu was slightly surprised. The emperor's burning body pressed against him, his passionate breath almost overwhelming him. The Han people were traditionally strict with etiquette and rarely expressed their feelings easily, and he was caught off guard by the emperor's direct declaration of love so quickly.

The emperor, however, didn't seem to think much of it.

Ever since he saw Inu on the desert battlefield, he had wanted to possess him. Now, with Inu presented before him along with a vast array of glittering treasures, he was completely his.

Holding the Loulan prince's handsome face, the emperor skillfully circled his tongue in Inu's warm mouth, their sweet kisses creating a sensation Inu felt, both surprised and strangely familiar.

After a long while, until Inu's breathing became slightly labored, the emperor released him slightly.

"Hoo..." Inu's chest rose and fell, his face flushed, his breath catching in his throat.

The emperor sat back down at the table, letting Inu sit on his lap and gently embracing him, his doting affection evident.
"I never imagined that you, who command so ruthlessly on the battlefield, would be so adorable up close,"
the emperor teased, whispering in his ear.

"Mmm..." His ear stung from the hot breath, and Inu lowered his head in embarrassment.
Seeing his amorous expression, the emperor's affection deepened. He pressed his face against the man's warm neck and whispered, "Although you were sent to my side as a hostage, it's not all that unfortunate, is it?"
With that, he flicked his finger to extinguish the candle in the study, then carried the man in his arms into the bedchamber behind the curtains, showering him with tenderness.
"Mmm... Ahh!..."

"Don't... Ah!..."

A passionate embrace filled the entire bedchamber.

The next morning, when Yi Nu slowly awoke, the emperor was gone, presumably having gone to court. He

had left without a word, without a farewell. For him, some things were unnecessary to explain. This reminded him once again of the change in his status and position, making him acutely aware of his significance to the emperor.

The tenderness and dependence of the previous night gradually cooled; he knew he shouldn't harbor any illusions, shouldn't have too many hopes.

Suppressing the aching in his lower back and hips, he forced himself to sit up. The brocade quilt slipped off, revealing crimson stains on his body, faintly visible from the passionate lovemaking of the previous night.

A considerate palace maid had already prepared bathing and changing clothes for him at the bedside. It was a blue silk robe, similar in style to his own. It seemed the emperor had made thorough preparations for his arrival, even tailoring his clothes to the customs of his Loulan people.

Immersing himself in the warm bath, the misty steam seemed to clear his mind somewhat.

He had spent his first night in the Han imperial palace in this way, sooner than he had imagined.

The emperor seemed to adore him, but he knew that admiration was like gazing at a dazzling gemstone—appreciation accompanied by a desire to possess, nothing more.

But that was alright; as long as the emperor hadn't grown tired of him and still held a sliver of affection for him, he probably wouldn't make things difficult for his father and the people of Loulan, right?

Tragically, he was protecting them in this very way!

He covered his face with his hands, grinning foolishly, and shed his first tear upon entering the Han Palace.

Returning to the Moonflower Palace, he found guests already waiting there. "

It's that prime minister, Zhang Ling, isn't it?

" "Greetings, Prince Yinu," the prime minister said with a respectful bow and a slight smile, "Your Highness spent the entire night talking with His Majesty by candlelight, yet you look quite well this morning."

Though a compliment, it was clearly barbed. Despite his strong pride, Yinu was ultimately a free-spirited man from the Western Regions; he didn't feel there was anything shameful about what had happened the previous night, and therefore wasn't afraid of the prime minister's sarcasm.
He returned the greeting and smiled at the prime minister, saying, "Thank you for your concern. I'm in good health, so staying up all night didn't have much of an impact on me. It's you, Prime Minister, who has so many duties to attend to, assisting His Majesty in handling state affairs. Please take care of your health."
Walking up to the prime minister, he added in a sarcastic tone, "Prime Minister, your eyes are dark and your face looks a little

haggard. It must be due to excessive worry and anxiety last night, right?" Being mocked by a hostage like this, the prime minister's expression clearly worsened, but he quickly composed himself, replacing it with a amiable smile. "Thank you for your concern, Prince
. I will remember it." Saying this, he had a palace maid behind him bring forward the cage he had been carrying, handing it to the maid behind I'nu. "Prince Loulan is new here; this is a small token of our appreciation. We hope Your Highness
will accept it," the prime minister said with a beaming smile. "This is truly an honor for I'nu. Thank you in advance, Prime Minister," I'nu returned the greeting and opened the cage. Upon seeing what was inside, the maid almost cried out with joy!

It was a purebred Western Regions spirit cat, with long, glossy fur, eyes of different colors, and a snow-white body like brocade, docile and endearing.

"It is said that this is a very auspicious creature cherished by the people of the Western Regions. Zhang Ling humbly presents it to Your Highness, hoping it can alleviate Your Highness's homesickness."

Forcing a smile, Yi Nu closed the cage and had the maid carry the cat inside. "Thank you for your concern, Prime Minister. Yi Nu is truly grateful."

"A small token, nothing to boast about," the prime minister said with a smile, walking up to him. "However, Zhang Ling may be overthinking it. I thought it would be a great humiliation for a crown prince to be sent to a foreign land as a hostage, and he would inevitably feel homesick upon arrival. But judging from Zhang Ling's perspective, Your Highness doesn't seem too heartbroken." With that, he turned and left.
Standing there watching his retreating figure, Yi Nulan's purple eyes revealed a faint gloom.

This prime minister harbored a deep prejudice against him. Regardless of the reason, he already considered him an enemy.
Giving him the spirit cat was actually a way of warning him to be mindful of his status; he was merely a slightly noble pet, and shouldn't think too highly of himself. Using a beast to subtly mock his situation of being dependent on others and groveling before them was truly malicious.

However, he didn't care about any of that. Since being sent to the capital and far from the desert, he had resolved to abandon his dignity for the peace of his homeland, and this little mockery was utterly insignificant.

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