A Brief Account of Events in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: The Assassination of the King of Qin

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A Brief Account of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty
: The Assassination of Qin (17,000 words) The stream was still cold, bone-chillingly cold; the sun remained bright, blindingly so. I sat quietly on the bank, the air filled with the scent of mud, my heart as always, empty and desolate, filled only with a sense of helplessness. Nature seems to have its own course; as long as one follows the rules, everything will be fine. The stream flowed along the bank, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, the mountains stretched majestically, the grass and trees flourished and withered with the passing years… There are exceptions. I wanted to escape, to escape my predetermined fate… “Old man, we’ve had a hard time finding you! Hiding in such a remote corner, it took us so much effort!”
Opening my eyes, I saw only a dense mass of black figures reflected in the stream. “Quite a few people have come this time. Are you really not giving up?” The gray-clad old man reflected in the water spoke, his voice hoarse and slow, dry like a millstone unused for years. So this is how old I've become. My temples are gray, and my forehead is etched with the lines of time. The only thing that still shows a sliver of life is the undiminished light in my eyes. "Still unwilling to give up that sword? What's the point!" "Old man, this is exactly what we wanted to say!" It's still that sword, still that sword... "Alright, catch." I flicked my wrist, and a sword case flew forward, very short, just short enough to hold a dagger. "Thud!"
It landed on the ground. The men in black took a step back, stunned for a moment, then stepped forward. "Is this really 'Madam Xu'?" the leader said with disbelief, muttering to himself, "I heard this old woman is quite difficult to deal with, why would she hand over her things so readily?" "Why don't you open it and take a look?" I said calmly, a hint of mockery on my face. The leader glanced sideways and nodded. A lowly soldier stepped forward, looking somewhat timid. "Go!" he ordered. The soldier reluctantly stepped forward, mustering his courage, and extended his longsword. The tip touched the scabbard, and he paused, his Adam's apple bobbing. For a moment, a deathly silence fell, broken only by heavy breathing. With a whoosh, the scabbard was flung open, and a flash of cold light shot into the sky, then poured out like mercury. This dazzling display, seemingly bewitching, was actually eerie, making one retreat, suffocating, and feeling the approaching end of darkness. The person at the very front, stunned, didn't react at all. There was no scream, no attempt to flee. Only a blur of silver and crimson, flying everywhere, like a few vibrant "peach blossoms" blooming on the grass. He fell. The rest of the crowd were mesmerized, wanting to escape but unable to move. All that could be heard were cries of agony as one after another fell, their wide eyes still conveying their shock and regret. The flying daggers represented the god of death, their cold gleam a call to arms. Truly worthy of being called "Madam Xu," bloodthirsty by nature, she wouldn't return to her sheath until she had drunk the blood of everyone around her. I secretly admired her, watching her fly towards me. Seeing the chilling aura and shimmering light emanating from her, the sword was already only a few steps away. I focused my energy, and beside me, only grass and stems snapped and flew about, as if someone had slashed them with a sword. It was sword energy; I could now materialize energy and wield it as a sword. "Madam Xu" tried several times, but to no avail. Unable to enter the air barrier, she only let out a soft "hmm" before returning to her box, as if expressing her resentment and sorrow. There was no other way; it was time to return, to accept my predetermined fate and face the end. Leaving the inconspicuous stone tablet on the shore, the smooth surface was engraved with several small, already blurred characters
: "Ye Nu A Yin Wei Ren Jing... Wu... respectfully erected." That year, I was thirty-seven years old. ********** ... A woman ran desperately forward. From a distance, she appeared petite yet shapely. Several burly men chased after her, quickly surrounding her. "Brothers, what are you doing—" A passerby began to speak, but then abruptly stopped, lowering his head and walking away. The burly man at the head of the group turned around, his eyes wide with rage, his face contorted with menacing fury. "You brat, we were just trying to take you home for a chat, why are you being so disrespectful! Do we have to force you?" "Ah, eh—" The girl could only shake her head repeatedly, her pretty face already deathly pale with fear. "Can't you speak? Do I have to teach you?!" But she only shook her head in terror, unable to utter a single word, only managing a few simple syllables. "Big brother, is she mute—" "What does it matter? This is more interesting!" The leader said, staring at his prey with barely suppressed greed, his gaze lingering on her high, firm breasts, barely concealed by the coarse cloth. He swallowed hard, his mouth watering. "Don't touch her!" came a still somewhat childish voice. "You're not even fully grown yet, and you're already trying to be a hero?" The leader glanced back; it was just a boy, his face still childish, but he was quite tall. "Give him a taste of his own medicine." The boy's eyes widened in anger, his fists clenched tightly, his gaze fixed on the thief and the girl. She wasn't much calmer, but looked at the boy with concern. He turned back to the group of burly men surrounding him, secretly assessing the difference between himself and them. Three men, attack the weakest first, hmm, this one looks the thinnest, it's him. He threw a punch, but the thin man looked at the boy's slender arm, unconcerned, and casually parried. "Watch out!" With a soft "pfft," the boy's fist sent sand flying into the skinny man's eyes. He then kicked the skinny man in the stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. The remaining two men immediately abandoned their underestimation and pressed forward with focused attention. The boy watched the burly man closing in, retreating, retreating, and continuing… "Kid, you're out of options!" The man on the left launched a kick straight for the boy's knee. He was agile enough to sidestep, but as soon as he took a step, he was punched in the ribs by the man on his right. It hurt, but he still ducked and bumped his head against the man on his left's chest, causing both of them to fall to the ground…
When the boy opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a tree. He twisted and turned, but still couldn't move. The girl couldn't look up or down, completely helpless, like a lamb to the slaughter. Her small hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly, like a delicate orchid, as if she might wither away at any moment. This pitiful and moving posture only fueled the leader's lust. He reached out his hairy hand and grabbed her breast. "Ugh... Ugh!" The boy then realized that his mouth had been stuffed with a rag, and he couldn't make a sound. "Just watch! You little bastard! It's free." The boy was hit on the stomach again. "Ah!" The girl screamed and instinctively backed away, only to bump into the burly man behind her. Surrounded by the crowd, she had nowhere to escape. She could only hear the lewd laughter of the crowd, and the unbearable, pungent smell of men everywhere. She was no longer in control of her own body; her hands and feet were firmly held, and she was forced to the ground. Her only movable body writhed under the caresses of the crowd, a sight that only amplified the shame. Helpless, her clothes were torn, revealing her snow-white breasts, the pale pink nipples emitting a sweet, alluring aroma that made one's heart clench and throat tighten. The whiteness wasn't cloying, but rather a translucent, jade-like luster, the bluish veins clearly visible. Her clothes, already worn and tattered from the ground, tore further under the tugging, the greyish-black fabric only serving to accentuate her snow-white skin. Looking up, a few strands of hair fell loosely around her smooth, delicate neck. She was only sixteen or seventeen, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and eyes already brimming with tears. Beads of sweat glistened on her small nose, her bright red lips pressed tightly together, defiant yet yielding. Her body pressed against the ground, trembling slightly, her curves fully revealed. She wasn't voluptuous, but her firm, perky breasts, her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, and her rounded buttocks exuded a charm that rivaled that of a mature woman. The leader, a burly man, couldn't contain himself. He pulled down his trousers, his large penis erect, and prepared to mount her, ignoring the fact that the woman wasn't fully undressed, and thrust into her with all his might. A scream of pain rang out as she tensed, her nails digging into the hand holding her down. "This little wench has quite the strength! What's the rush? We haven't even officially started yet!" "Brothers, you're having a good time, why don't I join in?" A young voice rang in their ears. They turned to look, but saw no one. "Look where you're looking, I'm here!" A young man stood among the crowd. Thick eyebrows, large eyes, tall and broad-shouldered. Dressed in white. He was dressed like a commoner, but the unintentional smile on his face seemed like a provocation to these men. "Hey, pretty boy, what business is this of yours? If you know what's good for you, go cool off somewhere else!" The girl's eyes lit up at first, then she struggled a few times, writhing like a live fish on a chopping board. "Don't waste your energy, save it for later, hehe!" "Sharing is better than enjoying alone. Brothers, please do me a favor." "You bastard, you're asking for it! Get him!" The leader waved his hand, not even pulling up his pants, thinking his men could take him down like crushing an ant. A few thuds were heard, followed by groans all over the place. "How is he so strong!" The leader turned around and saw the young man smiling at him, as if nothing had happened. He felt uneasy, but could only muster his courage, "You... what are you going to do? I'm telling you... I, I am—"
The young man took a step forward and threw a punch, hitting the leader squarely in the face. The man flew through the air and landed on the ground with a thud, motionless, already unconscious. The girl, upon seeing this, was initially overjoyed. She tried to get up, but her limbs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Realizing she was exposed, she could only cover her alluring chest with her hands. The young man went over, unbuttoned his outer garment, draped it over her, and helped her up. Then, he helped the boy down from the nearby tree. "Who asked you to save me! I could have done it myself—" "I know, kid. Anyone can talk, but real skills require practice!" The young man still smiled, turning and leaving. "The one in 'mourning clothes,' what's your name?" He turned back and smiled slightly, "Jing Ke of Wei!" After taking two more steps, "Mourning clothes? Heh."
The boy watched him leave, feeling a mixture of admiration and a little jealousy. Turning back to look at the girl, he noticed her somewhat dazed expression, and for some reason, his heart ached. "Ah Yin, Ah Yin, what are you daydreaming about!" "Who's daydreaming!" "If I wasn't daydreaming, why would I sell things to these scoundrels? They'd sell you off!" The boy's tone was very displeased. "And you said that if you hadn't lost yesterday's money, I wouldn't be here today. I almost got bullied!" The girl looked aggrieved, almost bursting into tears. "Ah Yin, I'm sorry, I—" "Never mind, I don't recognize that person from before, it was—" The girl's pretty face, which had been pale, had turned rosy. "So talkative now. I wonder who it was that was so scared they couldn't even speak." He didn't say this aloud. At fourteen, I couldn't hit him. ********** ... Yin's father was an unknown smelter, doing arduous work for little reward; Yin spun and wove cloth, exchanging it at the market for money. Though not wealthy, it was a stable life. Who was I? Just a street urchin. No one to rely on, no relatives, spending my days petty theft and begging, finding a comfortable life nonetheless. I'll never forget that afternoon, the afternoon that changed my life. The market was bustling, filled with cries of vendors, haggling, the clatter of hooves, and the rumble of wheels. Yellow sand billowed up in gusts. A little boy stood on the street, his face covered in mud, squinting at the scorching sun, his mind buzzing – it was so hot! His dark lips were cracked like parched earth, and he kept licking them, trying to find some comfort, though his mouth was long since dry. The little devil looked around, his dark eyes darting about, searching for something to quench his thirst. Finally, a few wisps of refreshing scent wafted through the air. The child turned his head back and forth, wrinkled his nose, locked onto a direction, took a couple of steps, and then the scent seemed to disappear. He sniffed again, then took more small steps forward… Before him stood a little girl, no more than seven or eight years old. The child just watched from afar, not daring to approach; all his former courage had vanished. The faint fragrance in the air seemed to emanate from the little girl—how could that be? The child shook his head vigorously. But looking at the little girl in front of him, the little girl who had caused his sense of smell to malfunction, the child just stared blankly at her, his eyes wide, as if shrouded in mist, unable to see clearly. The noise of the street seemed to come from another world; the scorching heat was imperceptible, and a refreshing coolness penetrated his body through his nose—comfortable and reassuring. Dizziness, then everything went black… He struggled to open his eyes, as if he'd just woken from a long dream. He found his throat dry and unable to speak, lying in a shady spot, his limbs completely weak and unable to move. “You’re awake. Are you alright?” A heavenly voice came from behind him. Was it her? Yes, the same scent, refreshing and clean. “Drink some water. You seem to have heatstroke!” Her lips touched the warm teacup, but the liquid she drank was icy cold, bringing a sense of relief. “How am I? Feeling better?” The child nodded with difficulty. She smiled happily. “Then I’m relieved!” Then she went back to tending to her little stall. Looking at the little girl's serene demeanor, so different from the restless, aggressive adults he usually encountered, could she be the legendary fairy? She occasionally looked up at the little boy lying beside her. Seeing he was alright, just looking at her, she smiled naturally. For some reason, the boy felt a surge of inexplicable excitement; his heart pounded, and his whole body felt hot. This was a feeling he had never experienced before. I was eight years old when I first met Ah Yin. ********** ...
"Young man, no one will give you anything; you have to earn it with your own hands!" The ascetic life wasn't too hard, at least I could see Ah Yin every day. But before that, my arms were constantly pulling that handle; the old man said it was a bellows. What a load of rubbish bellows! I didn't feel a single bit of coolness; it just got hotter and hotter. "Dinner's ready, you two!" Ah Yin said; it was already evening. "Ah Yin's cooking is always so delicious!" I had my mouth full; my stomach was growling after a long day. "Of course!" she said proudly. "Wu Yang, when you're hungry, everything tastes good!" The old man smiled teasingly. "Dad, can't you praise your daughter a little!" Ah Yin protested, her delicate willow-leaf hair tied in a small knot. "That stupid dog next door ate all the strawberries I picked! Ah Yang, get revenge for me!" "Alright, alright, I'll go break its legs, okay?" "Do you think the flower wreath I made is pretty?" "Pretty." "Then it's yours! Haha! Don't take it off!" His dark arms, through monotonous back-and-forth pulling, gradually became stronger, wielding the blacksmith's hammer with increasing ease. The wrinkles on the old man's face became more and more pronounced, and the time Ah Yin and I spent together became shorter and shorter, completely lacking the innocent intimacy of our childhood. I remember how, every time I bullied her, she would stomp her feet and say, "Qin Wuyang, you big jerk!" Time flies. I'm no longer a naughty child, especially after Ah Yin's ordeal at the market. Every night I toss and turn, unable to sleep, my heart filled with restlessness. I turned to the side, looking at the dark, earthen wall to my right; lay flat, looking at the pitch-black corner of the roof; turned to the side again… A figure appeared in my mind, a figure that had always lingered in my heart, an indelible image, a beautiful figure rooted deep in my soul since I was eight years old. But since seeing Ah Yin's snow-white body at the market, I realized something I hadn't noticed before: besides being a fairy, she was also a woman. Thinking about it, I suddenly felt so hot, my whole body burning, my blood rushing downwards to a certain place, and I vaguely understood some things, like the wild, flirtatious talk between men and women that I had overheard when I was young. I vaguely saw Ah Yin walking towards me in a thin veil, her skin like jade, her shoulders like a knife's edge, her arms slender and smooth, her breasts high and firm, two cherry-red points showing through the veil, her waist looking incredibly elastic, and her long legs making me dizzy. An irresistible urge to pounce on her made me want to pin her to the ground and let me ravage her as I pleased. Suddenly, I felt a jolt throughout my body, and a gush of viscous fluid spurted out. My body felt completely drained, and I lay limp on the bed, left with only emptiness, boredom, and self-reproach. Ah Yin had changed too; she had become more feminine. But now, when she was idle, she would often stare blankly, resting her pointed chin on her hand, lost in thought, her eyes becoming more unfocused, her face flushing and paling in turns. But I knew she wasn't thinking of me! Day after day, my desire grew stronger, no longer satisfied with mere fantasies, but beginning to harbor more wicked thoughts. In the dead of night, in the quiet little house, only soft breathing could be heard. Through the crack in the door, the cool moonlight shone on the pillow in front of me. She lay with her back to the door, the white skin peeking out from under the pillow was alluring. Her long, black hair cascaded down, revealing a slightly sunken curve from top to bottom. She was slender, yet not lacking in curves. A red ribbon from her bodice stood out alluringly against the snow-white backdrop, and the rounded, protruding buttocks made me tremble, almost losing my balance... After each glimpse, I could only sober up with cold water; the next day, I dared not look at the smiling Ah Yin, and could only bury myself in training, trying to wash away my sordid memories with sweat, but it was useless, just a vicious cycle. "Wuyang, watch your hand!" "Ah!" I froze, my hand already grabbed by the old man, almost getting hit by the hammer. "You almost ruined me! You idiot! Go wash your face, what are you thinking about!" The cold water only temporarily cooled my head; the restlessness in my heart remained. I was deeply attracted to A-Yin, both emotionally and physically, and I couldn't extricate myself. I knew, I was very clear; my feelings for A-Yin and A-Yin's feelings for me were two different things. From the first time we met until now, the way she looked at me hadn't changed—always so innocent, without a trace of lust, treating me as a playmate. She didn't see me in her eyes. Sooner or later, she would leave me, in the arms of another man…
Whenever I think of this, I feel a strange anger and resentment. Why! My shamelessness, no matter how I hide it, how I conceal it, how I suppress it, it will eventually erupt... I could no longer endure the torment in my body, and finally, I was bewitched—I disregarded everything, reason, morality, and emotions were all thrown to the back of my mind, all that remained was shameless lust... I had only one thought in my mind: possess Ayin, and she will never leave me. The old man was already asleep. From Ayin's room came the faint sound of running water, each ripple stirring my heartstrings. I approached her door step by step, hearing only my own heartbeat and the soft, sweet singing coming from inside. Strangely, this time my hand was unusually steady. I touched the door, and it wasn't locked. I couldn't help but swallow, even though my mouth was already dry. I pushed it open slightly, and just enough to see that enchanting scene. The room was shrouded in mist, and the snow-white, youthful female body, half-hidden, came directly into view. Water droplets slid down her alluring curves, revealing wisps of dark pubic hair where her firm belly touched the water's surface, concealing her hidden, tender pink pubic area. In the misty steam, her flawless skin glowed with an alluring blush, and the two peach blossoms on her face were breathtakingly beautiful. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her bright eyes and white teeth framed a delicate, upturned nose, and her luscious red lips opened and closed intermittently, like a devil's call, drawing me forward. The breathing outside the door grew heavier, my blood and energy could no longer surge, unable to suppress the urges within me. I lunged in, and before she could even utter a sound, my burning lips pressed against hers. I twisted her struggling hands behind her back and pounced on her. "Ah Yang, ugh—no!" Ah Yin twisted her delicate body in terror, only increasing the friction and contact between our skin. All I could see was her legs struggling. In an instant, my burning erection pressed tightly against her smooth abdomen. Her skin was so smooth, her lips so hot, her fragrance so intoxicating. Her tongue tried to push my domineering tongue out, this weak resistance only fueling my primal instincts. Then I released her hands, slid down, and forcefully parted her long, firm legs. Without a second thought, I lifted my powerful erection and thrust forward—"Ah!" a scream rang out, "No!" I looked up and saw Ah Yin's face was streaked with tears. "How could you do this! How could you!" Once again, I smelled that fragrance, the fragrance I had almost forgotten... "Dinner's ready!" "Why did you get into a fight again!" "You must be tired today. I made some snacks just for you. Don't let Dad know. Hehe!" "And you, why didn't you come sooner? If you were here with me, this wouldn't have happened. It's all your fault! Letting others bully me!" "You're awake, are you alright?" "You're awake, are you alright?" "You're awake, are you alright?" You're awake, are you alright? I'm really awake! Looking at Ah Yin, her face streaked with tears, and the images that flashed before my eyes, I finally felt a chill. "Ah Yin, I'm... I'm sorry, I—" Looking at her red and swollen almond-shaped eyes, I realized I had committed a heinous crime. "Get out! You bastard!" She just sobbed, her body trembling. My heart was filled with fear and regret. It's over! What have I done! Ah Yin has been insulted by me, insulted by this bastard. I fled in a panic, my mind filled with only her red, tear-stained eyes, the water stains on the floor, her painful sobs, and the deep look in her eyes when I turned back one last time. Was it resentment, hatred, regret, or utter despair? Should I run away? Where to go? What to do? I didn't know. I wandered outside for most of the night, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I only knew that even if I died this time, I couldn't bring back that innocent and lovely Ayin; and what about Grandpa? I wondered how angry he would be. His health wasn't good to begin with, and this blow would surely make him seriously ill… The insects around me buzzed incessantly, and my head throbbed more and more. I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly everything became quiet, and the little house in front of me felt strangely familiar. It turned out that dawn had broken, and somehow, I found myself at my front door. I took a deep breath and slammed the door shut. As soon as I entered the house, I saw the old man and Ah Yin at the table. I didn't know how to respond. "I, I—just now, I, outside—" "Come and eat quickly, it's getting cold. You took so long to go for a walk. Hurry up, finish and get to work." The old man "scolded" me as always. Ah Yin didn't say anything? I stared blankly at Ah Yin. Her face, which was originally fair and rosy, seemed even paler, deathly pale. She just pursed her lips, her bright red lips looking like they were about to bleed. She didn't respond to the old man's words, nor did she look at me. "Um, um." I couldn't get the words out of my mouth, even though I had a thousand words in my heart. "Hurry up, don't dawdle!" The old man's words left me no time to think about anything else, and I began another day of "busyness," both physically and mentally. The day finally ended. I was sore and sweaty, and without even having time to wash up, I went straight to the stove. Looking at her petite figure silhouetted against the firewood, I opened my mouth to say something, but my dry lips gave up… “Don’t say anything, forget it!” She didn’t turn around, as if she could see me behind her. She remained completely still as she spoke, eerily quiet. “No, Ah Yin, I—I really—” “No need! I don’t want to hear it, really, forget it!” Her tone was cold. I knew it was all irreversible. Because the fault was mine, and unforgivable. Having desecrated the goddess in my heart, I left in shame and anger, only saying goodbye to the old man, telling him I was going out to gain experience. “Experience? Hmph, don’t you know your place! Take this! Consider it your wages for all these years!” The old man seemed to want to further discourage me. But my mind was made up. Silent, I took the not-so-heavy money bag, knowing full well that this was no small sum for Ah Yin’s family. I bowed deeply, turned, and walked out. Outside, I casually placed the money on the half-closed windowsill. At seventeen, I became a wanderer again. I was timid, so I didn't go far, remaining in Yandu. However, I used the brute strength I'd honed from blacksmithing to work as a henchman for a wealthy family—my master was Prince Dan. He recruited many brave warriors, training them day and night. I was mediocre; among these people, I wasn't outstanding enough to arouse envy, nor was I so pathetic as to be kicked out. All I wanted was a meal. I remember the day I left Ayin; I was back to my wandering life, once again swallowed by the surging crowds of Yandu, my only thought being how to solve my next meal. "You old geezer, what do you want?" I vented my anger at the person who bumped into me. "Are you so old you can't see?" This white-haired, white-bearded old man scrutinized me from head to toe. "Not bad!" he replied, completely ignoring my provocation. "What qualifications? I am—" I muttered to myself, but looking at the old man in front of me who seemed even more haggard than I was, I couldn't say anything. His face, covered in frost and deep wrinkles, was grayish-black, as if it had been eroded by wind and sand for a long time. His body was also terribly thin, with a large frame, but very thin and bony. I felt that this man was the perfect embodiment of frailty. But his still straight nose and the occasional glint of light in his eyes told me that he was not a decrepit old man. "Kid, look at your dejected face, you have nowhere to go, why don't you come with me!" "Who told you I have nowhere to go!" I seemed to have been hit where it hurt the most, and immediately retorted, "Besides, going with you is worse than wandering on my own!" "Hehe, so you admit that you are homeless!" He smiled, a little smug on his face. "I—" "Come, come to me!" Without saying a word, he pulled me to my current master's house—the Crown Prince's Mansion. From then on, I finally had a new "home". This old man was a retainer of the Crown Prince's household. It was thanks to his shelter that I wasn't left destitute on the streets. But I never liked this strange old man. He was always spouting nonsense: "The tyrannical Qin dynasty is wicked and should be punished by the world! The King of Qin is a despicable and treacherous villain—the destruction of Qin is the will of Heaven!" I always doubted him; he was just a former Qin general—Fan Yuqi. "You failed, yet you're not convinced, spouting all this nonsense. If you had won, you probably wouldn't have called yourself shameless…" I didn't care. Whenever I went out on business, my colleagues would complain that I walked too slowly, saying what was there to see in this run-down market these days, with the six states engulfed in war and fewer and fewer businesses operating. But I remained the same, enjoying wandering around, muttering, "Who knows what I might find?" Of course, I never ran into her—Ayin. The tranquility was eventually shattered by the return of one man—the young man from Wei, Jing Ke, who had saved A Yin years ago. I can't remember when it started, but two strange figures appeared in the markets of Yan. One wore mourning clothes, the other only black—like the Black and White Impermanence. They walked through the bustling market, drinking as they went, the black-clad man clinking his chopsticks, the white-clad man playing along, attracting a large crowd. Some people, even after separation, will meet again. I finally met her, among the onlookers. She seemed to recognize Jing Ke too; she looked at the one in mourning clothes, a faint blush on her face. Although I knew her tenderness wasn't for me, my heart still ached. From then on, I called this "Black and White Impermanence's" unrestrained behavior attention-seeking. Finally, Prince Dan of Yan decided to assassinate the King of Qin, preparing lavish gifts and inviting Jing Ke to discuss the plot to assassinate King Ying Zheng."The great undertaking." "The opportunity hasn't come yet!" He always had a smile on his face. "Not yet? Jing Ke, you're not afraid, are you? I, Xia Fu, am not afraid!" A red-faced man shouted. "I, Song Yi, am not afraid either! I am willing to be sent to assassinate!" This man had a blue face and fangs and was quite frightening. "Wu Yang? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you afraid or not?" Jing Ke said casually. Knowing that he was just trying to provoke me, I still kept a pale face and said, "Of course I'm not afraid!" "Look at yourselves, your joys and sorrows are all written on your faces. How can you assassinate someone! If you go rashly, you will only miss the opportunity and alert the King of Qin." Jing Ke still had that nonchalant look. "I am just waiting for the right time, a foolproof opportunity!" After a long time, Jing Ke still did not move. 228 BC. Qin general Wang Jian defeated Zhao, captured the King of Zhao, and marched north, stationing his troops at the Yi River. Yan was in imminent danger. Prince Dan finally grew anxious. "Jing Ke, the situation is critical; there's no turning back. Hasn't the opportunity you spoke of arrived yet?" "It seems we can't wait. We must create it ourselves." Jing Ke shook his head slightly. Night deepened, and the wind rustled the leaves outside the window. A breeze had picked up. But the room remained stiflingly hot. "General Fan, the tyrannical Qin hates you to the bone. Your family and clan have all been slaughtered, and now they offer a reward of 100,000 gold coins and a fief of 10,000 households, all for your head." "Of course I hate Ying Zheng to the bone, but what good can I do now?" Fan Yuqi grew older day by day, and could only sigh to the heavens. "There is a way. It can avenge you, General, and relieve the worries of the Yan state." Jing Ke remained calm as always. The leaves outside the window rustled even more violently. The room grew even hotter. "Speak, speak! What should we do!" Fan Yuqi's previously dim eyes began to shine again. "If I could present the King of Qin with the general's head, along with Dukang—Yan's granary—the King of Qin would be overjoyed to see me. Given this opportunity, one sword strike would send him to his eternal rest." Having said this, Jing Ke stared at Fan Yuqi, a hint of expectation and pity in his eyes. "Haha, as expected of Jing Ke! A truly brilliant plan!" He stood up, his originally ashen face flushed, the veins on his neck, already prominent from his thinness, becoming even more pronounced. Overwhelmed with emotion, he nearly collapsed. "I have no desire for life, and now I have finally found my home." He then drew his sword and went into the inner room. Outside, a fierce wind was blowing, and suddenly the sound of raindrops pattering incessantly could be heard. The sharp sound of the sword being drawn and the dull thud of the fall were indistinct. Finally, a chill ran through the air. Prince Dan only learned of this the next day. Though he wept bitterly, he could not change Fan Yuqi's fate; what was destined to happen would happen. "Your Highness, the only thing we lack now is a good sword! No, a good dagger! A dagger specifically for assassination," Jing Ke said frankly. "A dagger? That's easy, there's one in Yan! That famous dagger, no less powerful than the Fish Intestine Sword of the Spring and Autumn Period, 'Lady Xu'!" Prince Dan said confidently. Without delay, Prince Dan, Jing Ke, and the warriors set off that very day, saying they were going to seek the dagger. I suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be... the familiar dense forest, the same hut, the place where I had lived for nearly ten years? The old man sweating profusely in front of the hut still looked so kind. "Old man, I apologize for disturbing you. I am Prince Dan, and I have come today to ask for—" "'Lady Xu'!" The old man didn't even look up, continuing to swing his hammer. "That's right. I've long heard that Master Xu's family heirloom, 'Madam Xu,' is the finest dagger in the world. Now, to rid the Qin of its wolves and tigers, and to protect the happiness and peace of our Great Yan and all its people, I hope Master Xu can part with this dagger for me." "Haha, this dagger isn't worth much," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "But, is there anyone here who can wield it?" "I don't know, Master Xu, what do you mean?" Even Jing Ke was somewhat puzzled. "Looks like it's you who will make the move! Not bad, indeed much stronger than those other young men! Haha!"
"This old man is clearly saying I'm inferior!" My face flushed red and then paled. The others didn't react much, just laughed awkwardly. "Alright, it seems you won't give up until you bring out your weapons." The old man finally stopped, and the scorching heat subsided along with the stove fire. "Ah Yin, bring out 'Madam Xu'!"
"Ah Yin, she's here too!" I had an urge to run away; how could I have imagined meeting her under these circumstances? The heat seemed to return. A woman slowly walked out, her swaying figure now appearing only pure and beautiful; any wicked thoughts had vanished. "Father, are you really going to bring it out?" Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale's song. She held a sword box. The box was entirely black, its material indiscernible, and about a hand and a half long. "Open it! It's time to see the light of day!" She hummed in agreement, opening the sword box, and I felt a chill rush towards me. Looking around, everyone else also shuddered. Inside the box wasn't a dagger, but a dagger-shaped object wrapped in layers of black cloth. "Unwrap the cloth too!" "Yes, Father." Ayin seemed quite nervous as well. I listened to my own heartbeat as I watched the layers of black cloth peel away. With just one layer left, I could already see a faint silver sheen. It turned out that "Madam Xu's" sword was entirely shimmering silver, completely different from the dark colors of contemporary swords. This alone was enough to tell it was a rare treasure. "However, Master Xu, may I ask why this sword can't be held?" Jing Ke couldn't help but ask. "Aside from its bright color, there's nothing special about it!" Xia Fu chimed in, looking indignant. "Haha, this red-faced young man, why don't you try holding the sword?" The old man said mockingly. "Try it then, what, does it think it can eat me?" He walked over casually and reached out to grab it. "No, it will—" Before Ayin could finish speaking, Xia Fu had already reached for the hilt. Whoosh, the dagger leaped up, heading straight for Xia Fu's hand. He withdrew his hand and retreated. Xia Fu's reaction was quick, but the dagger was too fast, now aimed straight for his throat. Jing Ke reacted the fastest, slashing forward with his sword, but his own sword was instantly broken by the short, thin object. Startled, he turned and blocked Prince Dan's path. "It's alright!" The old man's voice flew out along with the sword box that A Yin had thrown. The short blade was obediently caught by the sword box and fell to the ground with a thud. In the blink of an eye, everyone around, including myself, had no time to react. Except for Jing Ke!
"Indeed, I knew I hadn't misjudged you! Jing Ke, you truly deserve this precious blade!" "Master Xu, but what's going on here?" Prince Dan, having recovered from his shock, couldn't help but ask. "'Lady Xu' is the most deadly weapon in the world, its nature is bloodthirsty. Once it's taken out of its sheath, it must drink blood before returning, never stopping!" "Could it be worth a thousand troops?" The prince was already eager to try it out, his face full of excitement. "That won't do. After killing dozens of people, the dagger lost all its killing intent within a few months! It's just an ordinary dagger. That's exactly what I wanted to say, 'Madam Xu' needs to be kept in this special sword case. But if she uses this, she won't be able to see the King of Qin at all." Prince Dan and the others exchanged glances and couldn't help but sigh. "Master Xu, thank you for today's matter. Farewell." The old man waved his hand and continued forging his iron. Bang! Clang! I had no choice but to leave with everyone. "Qin Wuyang!" He paused, "Wait a minute." I was stunned. It was the voice from my dream. Everyone turned to look at me, all with mischievous smiles. Only Jing Ke seemed to have a deeper meaning on his face, as if he had remembered something. "Ah, Ah Yin." I could only look at her with a flushed face, as if I had returned to the past, and I was still that clumsy boy. Ah Yin walked over confidently. "Ah Yang, I have something to tell you tonight. Come find me." Her voice was low and soft, stirring my heart. "Okay." I was completely bewildered. It was late at night, outside the blacksmith's hut. There wasn't a breath of wind; it was dry and cold. What could she possibly want from me? What should I say? It had been two years, three months, and five days since I'd last seen her. She was now standing before me, seemingly unchanged, just more womanly. And I, still a rascal. "How are you?" "Yes, how are you? And what about Grandpa?" "He's doing very well. Didn't you see him this morning?" "Oh!" Silence. "Let's get to the point. It's late!" Someone had to break the ice. "Do you really have to use 'Mrs. Xu'?" She seemed eager to know, her face full of anticipation. "Hmm, why are you asking this?" I asked, puzzled. "Wasn't it impossible to control?" "No, it is possible. I want to see the great hero Jing Ke in person and tell him!" I frowned as I listened. Could it be that the old man was hiding some secret? But Ah Yin wanted to see that Jing Ke, and what great hero at that! My heart ached. "When?" "Tonight!" Looking at the determination on her face, I realized that Ah Yin had changed, become unfamiliar, no longer the person I knew. But following my usual habits, I still went along with her. "Alright, come with me!" We walked silently, without saying a word. It felt like she was just following behind me, her footsteps rustling softly. Several times I wanted to stop and turn around to look, but I held back. "This is it!" The courtyard was dark, with only a few windows letting in light. "That's the room on the left. He's still practicing his sword now." "Practicing his sword? So late, still practicing in the room? Is it that hard?" She seemed a little surprised. "I'll go tell him you've arrived—" Her last few words still pounded in my heart. Anyone who heard "You've worked so hard" could sense her concern. Could it be—maybe—no, I'm probably overthinking it. "No need, I'll go myself." I could only watch her retreating figure, slowly walking into the shadows, further and further away, until she disappeared through the doorway. ************ The lamplight slid through the cracks into the courtyard, and blurry figures flickered on the windowpane, a sense of loss seeping into my heart little by little. The intermittent sounds grew increasingly unsettling. I held my breath, listening intently, but could only catch a few fragmented words: "virgin," "first red." My brow furrowed deeply, and I quietly crept to the window, peering inside in the dim light. Two people, a table, a lamp, a seat. The man raised his two sword-like eyebrows. "Miss Yin, what you just said is far too mystical. Even if it were to work, Jing Ke couldn't—" The woman's face flushed even more. She stepped forward. "Does Hero Jing remember that five years ago, in the suburbs of Yan City, he saved a woman…" The man shook his head. Her face was flushed as she said, "Hero Jing is righteous and chivalrous, helping countless people. He certainly wouldn't take such a small matter to heart. However, since that day, Brother Jing's image has been deeply etched in A Yin's heart. A Yin—" Standing outside the window, my vision was blurry, and my heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer. If I hadn't been leaning against the wall, I would have almost fallen. Although I had a premonition, the fact still caused a dull ache in my heart. A Yin, she already had someone she loved, and that person was the world-renowned Jing Ke. The oil lamp on the table seemed to burn brighter, and the room felt more real. "Whether that method succeeds or fails, I know your journey is fraught with peril." The woman's voice trailed off, a few strands of hair at her temples unable to conceal the resentment in her eyes. "Perhaps this time, I truly will not return. Do you really want to be my last woman?" His smile was softer than ever. "Since I'm here, even if you try to drive me away, I won't leave." A soft cry rang out, and the woman was already suspended in mid-air, too afraid to struggle, her soft, boneless body pressed against the man's warm, firm chest. She could only tightly embrace his neck with her small hands—her fair hands made his dark hair appear even more lustrous. "From now on, there's no turning back." Jing Ke's face remained as calm as ever, but now held a rare warmth and anticipation. She nodded, a small but powerful nod. I just stared blankly, wanting to escape, but my leaden legs seemed rooted to the spot. I remember it clearly: that face, lowered to the side, still possessed exquisite features, but no longer as ethereal as a landscape painting, but rather like a delicately painted peach blossom, incomparably beautiful. The breathing of the two people inside the room became rapid, clearly audible; however, my own breathing seemed to have stopped, only the rapid beating of my heart could be heard. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you!" He still smiled, like a winter's day, warm without being scorching. The woman's body pressed tightly against the man's chest, as if listening to his strong heartbeat, or inhaling his rich masculine scent. The man laid her flat on the mat, looking at her pale yellow dress, a hint of white skin peeking out from the neckline. He leaned closer, gazing at her beautiful face, and was momentarily captivated. Her hair was slightly disheveled from their recent embrace, a few strands falling across her forehead. Whether from the heat or shyness, beads of sweat glistened on her face, making her already fair complexion even more radiant. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, her dark eyes, like pools of clear water, seemed unfathomable. "Don't look at me like that!" she cried, turning her head away, unable to bear the man's gaze. Then, I felt dizzy again, just like before. In a daze, she seemed to be in front of me, her breasts rising and falling, her cherry-like lips opening and closing, her breath sweet as orchids. I could hardly resist, wanting to lean in and taste her fragrance. Her lips were so smooth, and I roamed freely within them, very gently. Only when I saw her breathing quicken did I feel safe enough to slip my tongue into her slightly swollen red lips, reaching her smooth, pearly teeth. She was frightened, clenching her teeth. So I struck rhythmically, trying to pry open her jaw. Perhaps tired, her teeth parted slightly. I pressed my advantage, forcefully thrusting my tongue inside, instantly feeling a mouthful of fragrant saliva and a sense of complete comfort. I continued to explore the slippery, fragrant flesh, which timidly retreated upon contact. At this moment, my hand was already pressing against her high, firm breasts; even through her clothes, I could feel their excellent elasticity. Ah Yin was immediately overwhelmed, all her strength gone, letting me take over in her mouth. Lost in her rich fragrance, I still felt the slight roughness of her flesh, which only added to the pleasure. In less than a moment, she began to moan. "What's wrong? Did I use too much force?" I asked worriedly. "No, it's... I can't breathe." Her pretty face was flushed, and she buried her head deeply in my chest, as if it were incredibly comfortable and peaceful here. "You're not used to it yet, are you? It won't happen again." I kissed her smooth forehead, casually brushing a stray hair from her temple with the tip of my nose. "The future? Do we even have a future?" She looked up at me, gazing intently. "Yes, at least tonight is still long—" Before I could finish, I slipped my tongue into her narrow ear, stirring her rising desire. While she was lost in her passion, I had already stripped her naked. Her curves were elegant, her skin like jade, the crimson of her breasts, and the lush pubic hair before her long, shapely legs—all exuding an alluring temptation. "Ah!" Realizing she was completely naked, she couldn't bear the shame and unconsciously covered her private parts. "Don't be afraid, hold me tight." I said, slowly pulling her slender arms apart. My burning lips, resting behind her, began to glide gracefully over her neck and shoulders, my tongue occasionally darting out to trace the texture of her smooth skin, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, feeling her high body temperature. The woman's arms naturally encircled my broad back, and she trembled involuntarily. I reveled in her arousal, and gradually lowered my kisses, lingering around her breasts, sometimes moving up, sometimes down. One hand parted her buttocks, my fingertips tracing the delicate lines of her skin, eliciting soft moans from her, her eyes half-closed, her dark clitoris like a phantom in the night. "Ah Yin, it's coming." I placed my already monstrous member, its fangs bared, between her legs, gently caressing it, where it was wet and greasy. She seemed to instinctively arch her slender waist in response. Her petals seemed still open. "I...I'm scared," she clung to me, her brows furrowed. "Gently, gently." Her soft moans echoed in my ears, the warm fragrance of orchids fueling my passion. My fiery member pushed its way into her tight passage, difficult despite the lubrication. But I didn't stop; instead, I pressed on...Before me, I came to that fragile obstacle. "It hurts." The woman's jade-like tip had already dug deeply into my back, and her jade legs tightened, clamping me even tighter. "Bear with it, it'll be soon—" "Wait, don't forget—" A few traces of consciousness remained in her eyes as she remembered something. She reached out and pulled a piece of white silk from the clothes beside her, placing it under her body. I took the opportunity to tease the nipples of her breasts with my tongue, and slowly, she responded with soft moans. Suddenly, a warbling sound rang out, and her flower chamber was completely filled. I had forcefully penetrated her passage, and looking up, she must be unable to bear it any longer. A few strands of wet hair clung to her forehead, her small mouth slightly open, panting heavily. "I'm dying, I'm dying!" "Ah Yin, it's done, so why don't we—" I looked at the delicate blood plum blossoms blooming on the white silk, and a surge of pity welled up in my heart. She shook her head and kissed me back, "Big brother, continue." I hesitated for a moment, "Ah Yin has been waiting for this day her whole life." My doubts vanished, and I realized that the place I had entered was incredibly narrow, and seemed to have an endless suction force, squeezing, contracting, pulling me forward, even though I had reached the end; the soft yet firm flesh kept touching the tip of my penis, scraping so hard that I almost immediately ejaculated and hurriedly retreated. "Ah, stop, stop for a moment." "What's wrong?" I kissed her rosy lips, feeling strange; it was already incredibly slippery inside, so why did it hurt? "Just now, it was strange, tingly. And, a little numb." Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking like she couldn't enjoy it. "We are completely connected now, soon, very soon you will feel comfortable." I began to thrust, feeling the tightness of her virginity and the intoxicating pressure of her tender flesh. As the oil spread, the movements became increasingly fluid, and her moans grew louder, whether expressing pain or pleasure, or perhaps both, was unclear. Their entanglement deepened, filling the air with an atmosphere of debauchery. She sweated profusely, her face flushed, her eyes shimmering with a dark, reddish intensity. Each thrust pushed her closer to her climax. I felt her body heat intensify, and, feeling a burning sensation throughout my body, I sealed her lips with mine, trying to quench my thirst with the sweet nectar from her mouth. For a moment, we were intertwined, inseparable. She began to respond spontaneously, her snow-white legs wrapped around his waist. Each time she reached her climax, she felt an intense ache, yet her body continued involuntarily, climbing towards the highest peak. Rotating, grinding, thrusting, each arch of her back fueled my arousal, until finally, I exerted all my strength, penetrating her core. Ruixin and the rod collided, rubbed together, entwined, and I finally couldn't control myself. I ejaculated, streams of semen gushing forth, all of it flowing into her flower garden. "So good, so sour—" We both almost lost control at the same time, embracing each other... "Ah, Brother Jing—" Brother Jing... Only then did I come to my senses; the room before me was already pitch black. ********** ... It wasn't my feet that wouldn't move, but my heart that was being torn apart. An indescribable tightness in my chest, watching my beloved woman lose her virginity under another's body; yet, my whole body was filled with excitement, every pore open, I could even feel the cold, damp air in the air. Finally, quiet settled down, darkness inside and out. I've grown up, unlike last time, when something happened and I went out wandering alone. I've long since learned to lie quietly on the rooftop watching the stars, telling myself it's fate. The peerless strategist is Jing Ke, and the beauty in his arms is also Jing Ke—is he really just lucky? So-called jealousy is nothing but a despicable inferiority complex. And now, I am truly inferior to the extreme. Unfortunately, there aren't even planets tonight, only a torrential downpour. The next day, Jing Ke met with Prince Dan of Yan, holding that dagger—Madam Xu's. The difference was that several red veins were clearly visible within its silver luster—A Yin's virgin blood. Within a few months, the dagger could be taken from its sheath and carried. I volunteered, abandoning my usual laziness, to accompany Jing Ke to Qin. I wanted to see for myself the outcome of his journey. ******************** 227 BC. Xianyang. Qin Palace. A pavilion every five steps, a tower every ten. High eaves and wide corridors, intricately designed. The warriors and generals before the palace were indeed imposing and majestic. As I took a step forward, I glanced sideways at Jing Ke beside me. He didn't seem so composed; the heroic spirit of the past at the Yi River was gone. Replaced by caution, only a barely perceptible murderous intent lurked in his eyes, hidden beneath the surface. But when I saw the box in his hand, it contained more than just a scroll of the Dukang map. I seemed to sense, sense A Yin's presence again, and in a flash, I bumped into the soldier beside me. "Take him down!" A deafening roar nearly shattered my eardrums. "Your Majesty, the Yan envoy's attendant, Qin Wuyang, is a lowly man. I was suddenly struck by the might of the Qin Empire and my soul was broken. I lost my composure in a moment of panic. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!" Jing Ke hurriedly tried to exonerate me. "Very well, let him wait at the palace gates. You alone go forward and present the map." Things were almost exactly as planned. Once the map was fully unfurled and the dagger revealed, it would be the moment King Ying Zheng of Qin met his end. Assassinating a ruler was no small matter. To me, the air was heavy, Ying Zheng's expression was smug, but Jing Ke's hand didn't tremble at all. The map slowly unfolded, and Ying Zheng seemed unaware of his impending doom. This ridiculous fellow, all this trouble because of this ridiculous fellow! A flash of cold light, and the dagger, neither too early nor too late, slid halfway out. Ying Zheng was shocked and turned away from his seat. Jing Ke, unhurried, picked up the dagger and chased after him, intending to capture him alive. Because within the Qin King's palace, no one dared approach without an imperial edict. However, during the chase, Ying Zheng had no chance to catch his breath or issue orders, so we had already planned to trap him like a turtle in a jar. While fleeing, Ying Zheng kept drawing his long sword, trying several times without success. I found it increasingly laughable; now, if I stepped forward, the two of us together would leave the Qin King with nowhere to escape. The matter seemed almost certain. "Your Majesty, carry your sword!" A voice came from outside the palace. Indeed, the Qin sword lived up to its reputation—long and thin, requiring considerable skill to wield, but it was no match for the dagger in Jing Ke's hand. But Ying Zheng wasn't heading for Jing Ke, but for me. This was what they called fate; unarmed, I couldn't stop him. The moment he stepped out of the palace gates would be the end for both Jing Ke and me. But if I could fight to the death to stop him, exchanging my worthless life for Ying Zheng's so-called royal command, it would be worth it! Thinking this, I became calmer. Watching Ying Zheng's sword slash horizontally, I merely lunged forward, intending to tackle him to the ground. A sharp clang. Just as I was about to grab Ying Zheng's neck, I realized the sword hadn't struck my neck, and the King of Qin was only holding the hilt. I instinctively turned my head to look back, and saw the crimson patterns on the pillar and the silver blade of the sword. I vaguely saw that rainy night again, and Ah Yin was before me, red like her lips, white like her neck… What good would it do me to help him subdue the King of Qin, to fulfill his lifelong glory? In that moment of hesitation, the King of Qin had already escaped the palace. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ The Epang Palace before me was far more magnificent than the former Qin palace. The scene of Jing Ke throwing his sword to save me that day, single-handedly killing a hundred men, was still vivid in my mind. Blood flowed like a river inside the palace, corpses littered the ground, and finally, exhausted, he collapsed. Ying Zheng himself drew his sword and beheaded him. I, too, was wounded then, but as Ying Zheng's symbol to the world, I was spared. He ordered me to bring Jing Ke's head to Prince Dan of Yan, to tell him what it meant to be ordained by Heaven. That dagger remained in Jing Ke's mouth. Before I returned to the Yan capital, A Yin had already committed suicide with Jing Ke. But today, even if I have to raze this Epang Palace to the ground, I will find Ying Zheng and tell him that Heaven has decreed his demise… [The End]My lips trembled with a strange feeling. It was so slippery inside, why did it hurt? "Just now, it was strange, a tingling sensation. And, a little numb." Her brows furrowed slightly, looking like she couldn't enjoy it. "We're completely one now, soon, very soon you'll feel good." I began thrusting, feeling the tightness of her virginity and the intoxicating pressure of her tender flesh. The movements became increasingly smooth as the vaginal oil flowed freely, her moans growing louder, whether in pain or pleasure, perhaps both. Our entanglement deepened, filling the air with an atmosphere of debauchery. She sweated more and more, her face flushed, her eyes seemingly filled with a dark red tide, each thrust pushing her closer to her peak. I felt the heat within her intensify, and, feeling a burning sensation throughout my body, I sealed her lips with mine, trying to quench my thirst with the nectar from her mouth. For a moment, we were intertwined, inseparable. She began to respond spontaneously, her snow-white legs wrapped around his waist. Each time she reached the climax, she felt an intense ache, yet her body involuntarily continued, climbing towards the highest peak. Rotating, grinding, thrusting, each arch of her back fueled my arousal, driving me to a frenzy. Finally, I exerted all my strength, thrusting straight into her core. Her heart and the head of my penis collided, rubbed together, intertwined, and I finally lost control. I ejaculated, streams of semen gushing forth, all flowing into her flower chamber. "So good, so sore—" We both almost lost control simultaneously, embracing each other… "Ah, Brother Jing—" Brother Jing… Only then did I come to my senses; the room was already pitch black. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Brother Jing, no…" "Who was it that was calling for pleasure, wanting more?" "It hurts." "It always hurts the first time." "—I've been waiting for this day my whole life—" The most 'pleasant' moment of my life is today. I was lucky enough not to miss Ayin's first time, but sadly, the man wasn't me. Every tender word, every melodious song, every smooth, rounded inch; so close, as if happening right beside me, so vividly felt; yet so far away, unreachable, watching her moan and submit beneath another man. I wanted to leave, I wanted to so badly. It wasn't my feet that wouldn't move, but my heart that was being torn apart. An indescribable tightness in my chest, watching the woman I loved lose her virginity beneath another; yet my whole body was filled with excitement, every pore open, I could even feel the cold, damp air in the air. Finally, it quieted down, pitch black inside and out. I've grown up, I won't be like last time, going out alone to wander around when something happened. I've long since learned to lie quietly on the rooftop watching the stars, telling myself it's fate. The peerless strategist is Jing Ke, and the beauty in his arms is also Jing Ke, is he really just lucky? So-called jealousy is just a despicable form of inferiority. And now, I am utterly filled with inferiority. Unfortunately, there are no planets tonight, only a torrential downpour. The next day, Jing Ke met with Prince Dan of Yan, holding the dagger—that of Lady Xu. The difference was that several red veins were now clearly visible within its silver luster—A Yin's virgin blood. Within a few months, the dagger could be unsheathed and carried. I desperately volunteered, abandoning my usual laziness, requesting to go to Qin with him. Because I wanted to see with my own eyes the outcome of Jing Ke's journey. ********** ... He was now cautious and meticulous, but a barely perceptible murderous glint lurked in his eyes, hidden beneath a concealed glint. But when I saw the box in his hand, I realized it contained more than just a scroll of the Dukang map. I seemed to sense Ayin's presence again, and in a flash, I bumped into the soldier beside me. "Seize him!" A deafening roar nearly shattered my eardrums. "Your Majesty, I, Qin Wuyang, a lowly servant of the Yan envoy, was suddenly struck by the might of the Qin Empire and lost my composure. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!" Jing Ke hurriedly pleaded for my innocence. "Fine, let him wait at the palace gates. You alone will present the map." Things were almost exactly as planned. Once the map was fully unfurled, the dagger would be revealed, and King Ying Zheng of Qin would meet his end. Assassinating a ruler was no small matter. To me, the air was heavy, Ying Zheng's expression smug, but Jing Ke's hand remained perfectly still. The map slowly unfolded; Ying Zheng seemed unaware of his impending doom. This ridiculous fellow! All this trouble has been caused by this ridiculous fellow. A flash of cold light, and the dagger, at just the right moment, slid halfway out. Ying Zheng was shocked and jumped up from his seat. Jing Ke, unperturbed, chased after him, dagger in hand, intending to capture him alive. Because within the Qin King's palace, no one dared to approach without an imperial edict. But in the chase, Ying Zheng had no chance to catch his breath or issue an order, so we had already planned this trap. While fleeing, Ying Zheng kept drawing his long sword, trying several times without success. I found it increasingly laughable; now, if I stepped forward, with the two of us combined, the King of Qin would have nowhere to escape. The matter seemed almost certain. "Your Majesty, carry your sword!" a voice called from outside the palace. Indeed, the Qin sword lived up to its reputation—long and thin, requiring considerable skill to wield—but it was no match for the dagger in Jing Ke's hand. But Ying Zheng wasn't heading for Jing Ke, but for me. This was what they called destiny. Unarmed, I couldn't stop him. The moment he stepped out of the palace gates, it would be the end for both Jing Ke and me. But if I could fight to the death to stop him, exchanging my worthless life for Ying Zheng's so-called royal command, it would be worth it! Thinking of this, I became calm. Watching Ying Zheng slash his sword horizontally, I simply lunged forward, intending to tackle him to the ground. A sharp sound. Just as I was about to grab Ying Zheng's neck, I realized the sword hadn't struck my neck, and the King of Qin was only holding the hilt. I instinctively turned my head to look back, and saw the crimson patterns on the pillar and the silver blade of the sword. I vaguely saw that rainy night again, and A Yin was before me, red like her lips, white like her neck… What did it matter if I helped him subdue the King of Qin, fulfilling his lifelong glory? In that moment of hesitation, the King of Qin had already escaped from the palace. ****************** The Epang Palace before me is far more magnificent than the former Qin Palace. The scene of Jing Ke throwing his sword to save me, single-handedly killing a hundred men, is still vivid in my mind. Blood flowed like a river within the palace, corpses littered the ground. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed. Ying Zheng personally drew his sword and beheaded him. I, also wounded at the time, was spared as Ying Zheng's symbol to the world. He ordered me to take Jing Ke's head to Prince Dan of Yan and tell him what it meant to be ordained by Heaven. That dagger remained stuck in Jing Ke's mouth. Before I returned to the Yan capital, A Yin had already followed Jing Ke to her death with a white silk ribbon. But today, even if I have to raze this Epang Palace to the ground, I will find Ying Zheng and tell him that Heaven has decreed his demise… [The End]My lips trembled with a strange feeling. It was so slippery inside, why did it hurt? "Just now, it was strange, a tingling sensation. And, a little numb." Her brows furrowed slightly, looking like she couldn't enjoy it. "We're completely one now, soon, very soon you'll feel good." I began thrusting, feeling the tightness of her virginity and the intoxicating pressure of her tender flesh. The movements became increasingly smooth as the vaginal oil flowed freely, her moans growing louder, whether in pain or pleasure, perhaps both. Our entanglement deepened, filling the air with an atmosphere of debauchery. She sweated more and more, her face flushed, her eyes seemingly filled with a dark red tide, each thrust pushing her closer to her peak. I felt the heat within her intensify, and, feeling a burning sensation throughout my body, I sealed her lips with mine, trying to quench my thirst with the nectar from her mouth. For a moment, we were intertwined, inseparable. She began to respond spontaneously, her snow-white legs wrapped around his waist. Each time she reached the climax, she felt an intense ache, yet her body involuntarily continued, climbing towards the highest peak. Rotating, grinding, thrusting, each arch of her back fueled my arousal, driving me to a frenzy. Finally, I exerted all my strength, thrusting straight into her core. Her heart and the head of my penis collided, rubbed together, intertwined, and I finally lost control. I ejaculated, streams of semen gushing forth, all flowing into her flower chamber. "So good, so sore—" We both almost lost control simultaneously, embracing each other… "Ah, Brother Jing—" Brother Jing… Only then did I come to my senses; the room was already pitch black. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Brother Jing, no…" "Who was it that was calling for pleasure, wanting more?" "It hurts." "It always hurts the first time." "—I've been waiting for this day my whole life—" The most 'pleasant' moment of my life is today. I was lucky enough not to miss Ayin's first time, but sadly, the man wasn't me. Every tender word, every melodious song, every smooth, rounded inch; so close, as if happening right beside me, so vividly felt; yet so far away, unreachable, watching her moan and submit beneath another man. I wanted to leave, I wanted to so badly. It wasn't my feet that wouldn't move, but my heart that was being torn apart. An indescribable tightness in my chest, watching the woman I loved lose her virginity beneath another; yet my whole body was filled with excitement, every pore open, I could even feel the cold, damp air in the air. Finally, it quieted down, pitch black inside and out. I've grown up, I won't be like last time, going out alone to wander around when something happened. I've long since learned to lie quietly on the rooftop watching the stars, telling myself it's fate. The peerless strategist is Jing Ke, and the beauty in his arms is also Jing Ke, is he really just lucky? So-called jealousy is just a despicable form of inferiority. And now, I am utterly filled with inferiority. Unfortunately, there are no planets tonight, only a torrential downpour. The next day, Jing Ke met with Prince Dan of Yan, holding the dagger—that of Lady Xu. The difference was that several red veins were now clearly visible within its silver luster—A Yin's virgin blood. Within a few months, the dagger could be unsheathed and carried. I desperately volunteered, abandoning my usual laziness, requesting to go to Qin with him. Because I wanted to see with my own eyes the outcome of Jing Ke's journey. ********** ... He was now cautious and meticulous, but a barely perceptible murderous glint lurked in his eyes, hidden beneath a concealed glint. But when I saw the box in his hand, I realized it contained more than just a scroll of the Dukang map. I seemed to sense Ayin's presence again, and in a flash, I bumped into the soldier beside me. "Seize him!" A deafening roar nearly shattered my eardrums. "Your Majesty, I, Qin Wuyang, a lowly servant of the Yan envoy, was suddenly struck by the might of the Qin Empire and lost my composure. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!" Jing Ke hurriedly pleaded for my innocence. "Fine, let him wait at the palace gates. You alone will present the map." Things were almost exactly as planned. Once the map was fully unfurled, the dagger would be revealed, and King Ying Zheng of Qin would meet his end. Assassinating a ruler was no small matter. To me, the air was heavy, Ying Zheng's expression smug, but Jing Ke's hand remained perfectly still. The map slowly unfolded; Ying Zheng seemed unaware of his impending doom. This ridiculous fellow! All this trouble has been caused by this ridiculous fellow. A flash of cold light, and the dagger, at just the right moment, slid halfway out. Ying Zheng was shocked and jumped up from his seat. Jing Ke, unperturbed, chased after him, dagger in hand, intending to capture him alive. Because within the Qin King's palace, no one dared to approach without an imperial edict. But in the chase, Ying Zheng had no chance to catch his breath or issue an order, so we had already planned this trap. While fleeing, Ying Zheng kept drawing his long sword, trying several times without success. I found it increasingly laughable; now, if I stepped forward, with the two of us combined, the King of Qin would have nowhere to escape. The matter seemed almost certain. "Your Majesty, carry your sword!" a voice called from outside the palace. Indeed, the Qin sword lived up to its reputation—long and thin, requiring considerable skill to wield—but it was no match for the dagger in Jing Ke's hand. But Ying Zheng wasn't heading for Jing Ke, but for me. This was what they called destiny. Unarmed, I couldn't stop him. The moment he stepped out of the palace gates, it would be the end for both Jing Ke and me. But if I could fight to the death to stop him, exchanging my worthless life for Ying Zheng's so-called royal command, it would be worth it! Thinking of this, I became calm. Watching Ying Zheng slash his sword horizontally, I simply lunged forward, intending to tackle him to the ground. A sharp sound. Just as I was about to grab Ying Zheng's neck, I realized the sword hadn't struck my neck, and the King of Qin was only holding the hilt. I instinctively turned my head to look back, and saw the crimson patterns on the pillar and the silver blade of the sword. I vaguely saw that rainy night again, and A Yin was before me, red like her lips, white like her neck… What did it matter if I helped him subdue the King of Qin, fulfilling his lifelong glory? In that moment of hesitation, the King of Qin had already escaped from the palace. ****************** The Epang Palace before me is far more magnificent than the former Qin Palace. The scene of Jing Ke throwing his sword to save me, single-handedly killing a hundred men, is still vivid in my mind. Blood flowed like a river within the palace, corpses littered the ground. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed. Ying Zheng personally drew his sword and beheaded him. I, also wounded at the time, was spared as Ying Zheng's symbol to the world. He ordered me to take Jing Ke's head to Prince Dan of Yan and tell him what it meant to be ordained by Heaven. That dagger remained stuck in Jing Ke's mouth. Before I returned to the Yan capital, A Yin had already followed Jing Ke to her death with a white silk ribbon. But today, even if I have to raze this Epang Palace to the ground, I will find Ying Zheng and tell him that Heaven has decreed his demise… [The End]I learned to lie quietly on the rooftop watching the stars, telling myself it was fate. The unparalleled strategist was Jing Ke, the beauty in his arms was also Jing Ke—was he truly just lucky? So-called jealousy was merely a despicable form of inferiority. And now, I felt utterly inferior. Unfortunately, there weren't even any planets tonight, only a torrential downpour. The next day, Jing Ke met with Prince Dan of Yan, holding that dagger—Lady Xu's. The difference was that several red veins were clearly visible within its silver sheen—A Yin's virgin blood. Within a few months, the dagger could be removed from its sheath and carried. I desperately volunteered, abandoning my usual laziness, requesting to go to Qin with him. Because I wanted to see with my own eyes the outcome of Jing Ke's journey. ********** ... The warriors and generals before the palace were indeed imposing and imposing. As I stepped forward, I glanced sideways at Jing Ke beside me. He didn't seem so composed either; the heroic spirit of the past at the Yi River was gone. In its place was caution and timidity, with only a hint of barely perceptible killing intent in his eyes, hidden from view. But when I saw the box in his hand, I realized it contained more than just a scroll of the Dukang map. I seemed to sense, sense A Yin's presence again, and in a flash, I bumped into the soldier beside me. "Take him down!" A deafening roar nearly shattered my eardrums. "Your Majesty, Qin Wuyang, a lowly attendant of the Yan envoy, was suddenly struck by the might of the Great Qin and lost his composure. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!" Jing Ke hurriedly tried to exonerate me. "Fine, let him enter the palace and obey orders. You alone will present the map." Things were going almost exactly as planned. The moment the map was unfurled and the dagger revealed, King Ying Zheng of Qin would meet his end. Assassinating a ruler was no small matter. To me, the air was heavy; Ying Zheng's expression was smug, but Jing Ke's hand remained perfectly steady. The map slowly unfolded, and Ying Zheng seemed oblivious to his impending doom. This ridiculous fellow—all this trouble had been caused by this ridiculous fellow! A flash of cold light, and the dagger, at just the right moment, slid halfway out. Ying Zheng was startled and abruptly rose from his seat. Jing Ke, unhurried, chased after him, dagger in hand, intending to capture him alive. Within the Qin King's palace, no one dared approach without an imperial decree. But in the chase, Ying Zheng had no chance to catch his breath or issue an order, so we had already planned this trap. As he fled, Ying Zheng kept drawing his long sword, trying several times without success. I found it increasingly laughable; now, if I stepped forward, with the two of us combined, the King of Qin would have nowhere to escape. The matter was already a foregone conclusion. "Your Majesty, carry your sword!" A voice rang out from outside the palace. Indeed, the Qin sword lived up to its reputation—long and thin, requiring considerable skill to wield. However, it was no match for the dagger in Jing Ke's hand. But Ying Zheng wasn't heading for Jing Ke, but for me. This was what they called destiny; unarmed, I was powerless to stop him. The moment he stepped out of the palace gates would be the end for both Jing Ke and me. But if I could fight to the death to stop him, exchanging my worthless life for Ying Zheng's so-called royal command, it would be worth it! Thinking this, I became calm. Watching Ying Zheng's sword slash horizontally, I simply lunged forward, intending to tackle him to the ground. A sharp clang. Just as I was about to grab Ying Zheng's neck, I realized the sword hadn't struck my neck, and the King of Qin was only holding the hilt. I instinctively turned my head to look back, only to see the crimson patterns on the pillar and the silver blade of the sword. It was that rainy night again, and Ah Yin was before me, her lips red like hers, her neck white like hers… What good would it do me to help him subdue the King of Qin, to fulfill his lifelong glory? In that moment of hesitation, the King of Qin had already escaped the palace. ********************************** The Epang Palace before me was far more magnificent than the former Qin palace. The scene of Jing Ke throwing his sword to save me, single-handedly killing a hundred men, was still vivid in my mind. Blood flowed like a river inside the palace, corpses littered the ground. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed. Ying Zheng personally drew his sword and beheaded him. I, also covered in wounds at the time, was spared as Ying Zheng's symbol to the world. He ordered me to take Jing Ke's head to Prince Dan of Yan, to tell him what it meant to be ordained by Heaven. That dagger remained stuck in Jing Ke's mouth. Before I returned to Yandu, Ayin had already followed Jing Ke to her death with a white silk ribbon. But today, even if I raze this Epang Palace to the ground, I will find Ying Zheng and tell him that Heaven intends for him to die… [The End]I learned to lie quietly on the rooftop watching the stars, telling myself it was fate. The unparalleled strategist was Jing Ke, the beauty in his arms was also Jing Ke—was he truly just lucky? So-called jealousy was merely a despicable form of inferiority. And now, I felt utterly inferior. Unfortunately, there weren't even any planets tonight, only a torrential downpour. The next day, Jing Ke met with Prince Dan of Yan, holding that dagger—Lady Xu's. The difference was that several red veins were clearly visible within its silver sheen—A Yin's virgin blood. Within a few months, the dagger could be removed from its sheath and carried. I desperately volunteered, abandoning my usual laziness, requesting to go to Qin with him. Because I wanted to see with my own eyes the outcome of Jing Ke's journey. ********** ... The warriors and generals before the palace were indeed imposing and imposing. As I stepped forward, I glanced sideways at Jing Ke beside me. He didn't seem so composed either; the heroic spirit of the past at the Yi River was gone. In its place was caution and timidity, with only a hint of barely perceptible killing intent in his eyes, hidden from view. But when I saw the box in his hand, I realized it contained more than just a scroll of the Dukang map. I seemed to sense, sense A Yin's presence again, and in a flash, I bumped into the soldier beside me. "Take him down!" A deafening roar nearly shattered my eardrums. "Your Majesty, Qin Wuyang, a lowly attendant of the Yan envoy, was suddenly struck by the might of the Great Qin and lost his composure. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!" Jing Ke hurriedly tried to exonerate me. "Fine, let him enter the palace and obey orders. You alone will present the map." Things were going almost exactly as planned. The moment the map was unfurled and the dagger revealed, King Ying Zheng of Qin would meet his end. Assassinating a ruler was no small matter. To me, the air was heavy; Ying Zheng's expression was smug, but Jing Ke's hand remained perfectly steady. The map slowly unfolded, and Ying Zheng seemed oblivious to his impending doom. This ridiculous fellow—all this trouble had been caused by this ridiculous fellow! A flash of cold light, and the dagger, at just the right moment, slid halfway out. Ying Zheng was startled and abruptly rose from his seat. Jing Ke, unhurried, chased after him, dagger in hand, intending to capture him alive. Within the Qin King's palace, no one dared approach without an imperial decree. But in the chase, Ying Zheng had no chance to catch his breath or issue an order, so we had already planned this trap. As he fled, Ying Zheng kept drawing his long sword, trying several times without success. I found it increasingly laughable; now, if I stepped forward, with the two of us combined, the King of Qin would have nowhere to escape. The matter was already a foregone conclusion. "Your Majesty, carry your sword!" A voice rang out from outside the palace. Indeed, the Qin sword lived up to its reputation—long and thin, requiring considerable skill to wield. However, it was no match for the dagger in Jing Ke's hand. But Ying Zheng wasn't heading for Jing Ke, but for me. This was what they called destiny; unarmed, I was powerless to stop him. The moment he stepped out of the palace gates would be the end for both Jing Ke and me. But if I could fight to the death to stop him, exchanging my worthless life for Ying Zheng's so-called royal command, it would be worth it! Thinking this, I became calm. Watching Ying Zheng's sword slash horizontally, I simply lunged forward, intending to tackle him to the ground. A sharp clang. Just as I was about to grab Ying Zheng's neck, I realized the sword hadn't struck my neck, and the King of Qin was only holding the hilt. I instinctively turned my head to look back, only to see the crimson patterns on the pillar and the silver blade of the sword. It was that rainy night again, and Ah Yin was before me, her lips red like hers, her neck white like hers… What good would it do me to help him subdue the King of Qin, to fulfill his lifelong glory? In that moment of hesitation, the King of Qin had already escaped the palace. ********************************** The Epang Palace before me was far more magnificent than the former Qin palace. The scene of Jing Ke throwing his sword to save me, single-handedly killing a hundred men, was still vivid in my mind. Blood flowed like a river inside the palace, corpses littered the ground. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed. Ying Zheng personally drew his sword and beheaded him. I, also covered in wounds at the time, was spared as Ying Zheng's symbol to the world. He ordered me to take Jing Ke's head to Prince Dan of Yan, to tell him what it meant to be ordained by Heaven. That dagger remained stuck in Jing Ke's mouth. Before I returned to Yandu, Ayin had already followed Jing Ke to her death with a white silk ribbon. But today, even if I raze this Epang Palace to the ground, I will find Ying Zheng and tell him that Heaven intends for him to die… [The End]

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