Empress Dowager Cixi

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Empress Dowager Cixi
Author: Huang Quan (I)
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a tribe—the Aisin Gioro—rose up east of Shenyang, outside Shanhaiguan. The leader of this tribe, Nurhaci, was a young hero; he was not only brave and good at fighting but also skilled in strategy. Under Nurhaci's leadership, the Aisin Gioro tribe became the most powerful force in Northeast China in just a few years.
Nurhaci openly maintained peace with the Ming Dynasty while secretly strengthening himself. He thought that unifying Manchuria and laying the foundation for the country was only a matter of time, so he ordered craftsmen to carry out a large-scale construction project to build a temple to worship the gods and ancestors.
"When the workers were building the temple and digging the tomb, they suddenly couldn't dig anymore. It turned out that they had unearthed a stone tablet with an inscription on it," the craftsmen reported the progress of the construction.
Nurhaci asked, "Do you know what's written on it?"
The craftsman, pale-faced and trembling, stammered for a long time before finally saying, "...Our Gioro clan is...blessed by Heaven, and led by...a wise ruler, we will surely...enjoy the royal throne forever...and live as long as Heaven..."
Nurhaci, somewhat angry, asked, "What exactly is written on the stone tablet?!"
"It says: 'Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou.'"
So, Nurhaci, thinking of a way to eliminate the threat completely, ordered Nalinbulu to be beheaded and his head displayed publicly, thinking, "Hmph! Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou. I'll kill your master and see how you destroy us
then!" Seeing that everything he had was destroyed by Nurhaci, and that revenge was hopeless, Nalinbulu shouted before dying, "...As long as there is one person left in the Ye Chi kingdom, I will surely make your Gioro clan annihilated..." Then he laughed twice before his head fell to the ground.
Seeing that his greatest threat had been eliminated, Nurhaci was overjoyed and paid little attention to the stone tablet. Later, during the confiscation of Buse's property, he even took a liking to his daughter and chose her as his concubine, who later became Empress Taizu.
Initially, Nurhaci had eliminated the Yechi people because of the ominous record on the stone tablet that read "Yechi will destroy Jianzhou." However, because Empress Taizu was originally a daughter of the Yechi people, he ensured the continuation of the Yechi lineage for the sake of maintaining a kinship, but secretly warned his descendants never to allow Yechi women to marry.
In the early Qing Dynasty, several emperors after Shunzhi strictly adhered to these ancestral precepts, but by the time of Emperor Xianfeng, due to the passage of time, these precepts had gradually faded from memory…
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ In the spring of the nineteenth year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, in an ordinary courtyard in Beijing, a young couple sat in a pavilion enjoying the spring scenery. A woman held a baby girl in her arms, and the couple played with the infant. The woman said to her husband, "This little one was born in spring. Give her a name, and think about what to call her."
Seeing the garden in full bloom, the woman said, "How about naming her after a flower?"
The man looked at the baby girl in the woman's arms; she smiled sweetly, with fair skin and a small red mouth, very cute. He proudly said to his wife, "Look at her, she's so lovely. When she grows up, she'll definitely grow into a beautiful girl."
At this moment, a delicate fragrance gradually filled the air, and the man had an inspiration: "How about we call her Lan'er?"
"Good! The orchid is a hermit among flowers, unassuming, exuding its fragrance in a secluded valley. How wonderful!" The woman said, gently calling to the baby girl in her arms, "Lan'er! Lan'er! So sweet, so sweet!"
Unfortunately, this moment of family bliss was as fleeting as a beautiful illusion. When Lan'er was twelve, her father passed away one after the other due to illness, leaving behind her ailing mother, a younger sister two years her junior, and a large debt for medical and funeral expenses.
The river flowed slowly past, and Lan'er, holding her sister's small hand, gazed at the shimmering water under the setting sun. Thinking of the future, tears streamed down her face, and she longed to throw herself into the river and end it all.
However, her sister's innocent eyes, filled with helplessness and trust, gave her courage, believing that she was not entirely without anything.
Fortunately, by a twist of fate, a bureaucratic error in the county magistrate's office resulted in Lan'er and her sister receiving three hundred taels of silver as a consolation payment, which helped them through their financial difficulties. Who would have thought that Wu Tang would later become the governor of Sichuan, thanks to this unexpected three hundred taels of silver?
The hardship did not hinder Lan'er's blossoming beauty. Naturally beautiful, Lan'er grew increasingly striking; the life of relying on others also made her increasingly adept at reading people's expressions.
That year, Emperor Xianfeng changed his reign title and began selecting young women to enter the palace. This was great news for Lan'er. The ornate buildings and delicacies of the palace were merely her daydreams, but now she had the opportunity to enter, making her dreams come true and ensuring her family's livelihood.
Perhaps Lady Luck had finally awakened. Lan'er was ordered to be selected as a maid and was successfully chosen to serve in the palace.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Spring turned to autumn, and time flowed by. Lan'er had been in the palace for half a year.
One night, Lan'er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. One moment she thought of her impoverished past; the next she resolved to become powerful and wealthy, never again to be bullied or oppressed.
Lan'er thought about her current situation. She had entered the palace in spring, and now the heat of summer had passed, and autumn was approaching. Had everything been well at home during these past six months? Life in the palace seemed monotonous. Aside from work, she listened to the maids and eunuchs gossip and idle chatter: who had argued with whom… who lost their jewelry… that person's mouth was too wide, their nose too broad…
Lost in thought, Lan'er finally got out of bed to get some fresh air. The night dew grew heavier, and soon Lan'er's clothes and hair were covered in dewdrops, but she seemed oblivious, still sitting in a corner of the garden, deep in thought.
"Who's there?" A gruff voice suddenly called out in the quiet night.
Startled by the voice, Lan'er looked up and saw Ronglu, an armed imperial guard, approaching. Ronglu said, "It's the middle of the night; don't wander around the palace."
Lan'er replied, "I'm just sitting here; I haven't been wandering around!" Suddenly startled, Lan'er became a little embarrassed and angry, throwing a tantrum like a little girl, and demanded, "Can't I sit here?"
Seeing that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Ronglu didn't know what to say and could only smile wryly, saying, "Go back to your room and sleep! It's getting late."
These words of concern might have been just casual remarks, but they warmed Lan'er's heart. Since entering the palace, Lan'er had never spoken so intimately to anyone, and she felt as if Ronglu was a rare confidant. Lan'er couldn't help but pour out her longing for her family, and tears streamed down her face.
Hearing Lan'er's longing for her mother, Ronglu couldn't bear it and comforted her, saying, "I can find a way."
After careful planning, Ronglu not only ensured Lan'er's safe departure from the palace, fulfilling her wish, but also accompanied her on her journey. Naturally, Lan'er was deeply grateful for the family reunion and Ronglu's considerate actions.
After this incident, Lan'er also realized Ronglu's love for her. As she grew older, she gradually came to understand the feelings of love between a man and a woman, and their affection deepened day by day. They often spent time together under the flowers and moon, their figures intertwined.
Even the chilly wind and falling snow couldn't cool their burning passion. The young lovers nestled together in their small storage room, whispering sweet nothings, their hearts entwined in blissful intimacy. One was like dry wood meeting a raging fire; the other, innocent and naive, their transgressions became expressions and words of love.
Ronglu greedily inhaled the scent of perfume on Lan'er's face; he lightly touched his lips to her delicate, soft cheeks. Lan'er felt as if a spring breeze was caressing her face—warm, delicate, intoxicating, and ethereal…and a little prickly, itchy. That indescribable feeling brought a sense of complete relaxation, yet also a restless tension.
Ronglu's hands, restless, slipped inside Lan'er's clothes, searching both deftly and clumsily. One by one, the buttons of Lan'er's cotton-padded jacket came undone, until she felt a cool sensation on her chest. Her small breasts, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, were now covered by Ronglu's large palm. Lan'er felt a wave of shyness, as if she were surrounded by gazes—greedy, greedy, and mocking eyes—making her hastily press her chest against Ronglu's chest to try and cover herself.
The newly developed breasts were just slightly protruding mounds of flesh, but Ronglu's palms could keenly feel the tip of the breast hardening and trembling. With each slight movement, it felt as if it were scratching the tender flesh in his palm. Ronglu, whose emotions were continuing to rise, felt a restless urge in his groin, like a trapped beast struggling desperately.
Lan'er, lost in passion, felt her whole body burning and losing strength, her lower abdomen churning. There seemed to be an irrepressible urge, emanating from a part of her body that made her blush and her heart race. Lan'er could only seek relief through the twisting of her body and soft moans.
Ronglu's groin was taut with excitement, and at this moment he no longer cared about the rules of the palace. Even if a knife were held to his throat, he would not stop.
"Hiss!" Ronglu roughly tore off Lan'er's lower garment. "Ah... Brother Rong..." Lan'er felt a chill in her lower body, followed by a warm current from Ronglu's palm pressed against her vulva, making her feel both comfortable and shy.
Lan'er's smooth, delicate vulva was sparsely covered with a few fine hairs, and Ronglu's touch found it warm and slightly damp. Ronglu's rapid breathing was tinged with a low growl as he rolled over, pulled his pants down halfway, spread Lan'er's thighs, and pressed his trembling penis against her vulva.
Ronglu's series of hasty movements left Lan'er no time to react before she felt a hard object rubbing and probing at her vaginal opening. She felt an indescribable tingling sensation, followed by a piercing pain.
"Ah... Ah... Brother Rong... It hurts... Ah... No... No... Ugh... Ah..." Lan'er twisted her lower body, struggling and pushing away with all her might. Lan'er couldn't help but wonder why what she had vaguely hoped for during the caresses was actually this painful.
At this moment, Ronglu's emotions were so high that he was almost frantic. He ignored Lan'er's cries and struggles, only seeking self-gratification. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Lan'er's waist, and he forcefully pressed his hips down, squeezing his penis into the narrow crevice.
Perhaps it was because of the virginity of her vagina, or perhaps it was the tension of the emotions, but as soon as Ronglu's glans entered the vaginal opening, he felt a tingling, chilling sensation, and then, unable to resist the tingling, thick semen shot out.
Lan'er felt as if her vaginal opening was being stretched open and torn apart, the pain as if her lower body had suddenly been detached. But amidst Ronglu's rapid breathing, she felt a sudden warm swelling in her vagina, a warm current rolling and churning inside. And, to her slight relief, Ronglu's penis seemed to be no longer pushing in.
At this moment, Lan'er's mind was in turmoil. She felt the sorrow of losing her virginity, but she also felt the warm current rolling inside her vagina, which brought her a little bit of unsatisfying comfort. Lan'er thought, half-understanding, "...If only there were no pain...
only the final comfort...how wonderful that would be..."
Ronglu's clarity after venting his emotions made him realize the trouble he had caused, and how utterly incompetent he was. He lowered his head, licking the tear stains on Lan'er's cheek, murmuring, "...Lan'er...I love you?...Lan'er...I'm sorry...Lan'er..."
Perhaps between a man and a woman, just one word, "love," can cover up everything that shouldn't be done. Lan'er heard soft words of love in her ear, and the pain she had just felt, and the consequences of her affair, vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace. However, they both knew in their hearts that their circumstances and status would make this relationship difficult, even fruitless, but they didn't want to think about it too much; perhaps happiness was the most important thing now.
Lan'er had initially imagined the palace to be filled with music, dance, fine clothes, and delicacies, but upon entering, she felt the profound loneliness and isolation of a noble family. In her moment of emptiness, Ronglu entered her life, igniting her inner feelings like a spark igniting a wildfire—perhaps a form of solace, or perhaps a form of anesthesia.
After this intimate encounter, Lan'er and Ronglu's relationship deepened to an inseparable state, leading to secret meetings, secret embraces, and secret, continuous acts of lust…
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Time flies, and four years passed in the blink of an eye.
Lan'er was seventeen years old. Her former beauty remained, but with age and the nourishment of love, her awkwardness and naivety had faded, replaced by a graceful and poised demeanor. She was intelligent, shrewd, and worldly-wise.
In the fourth year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, an edict was issued to the palace: "...because the Empress is unable to bear children, another concubine will be chosen to compensate for her infertility..." This news was a rare opportunity for the palace maids, and seventeen women were already listed in the edict's register, Lan'er being one of them.
Lan'er was overjoyed to learn of this, but the thought of Ronglu immediately dashed her joy, replaced by hesitation and sorrow. Being summoned by the Emperor was certainly a good thing; however, it was impossible to be with Ronglu again. Putting aside physical pleasure, their relationship, which had lasted for over three years, couldn't be easily severed.
After several internal struggles, Lan'er finally decided to accept the summons. She thought, "...Being summoned doesn't mean I'll be chosen as a concubine... Even if I'm not chosen, I can still be with Ronglu..." But Lan'er never told Ronglu about the summons; they simply kept it to themselves.
On the day of the concubine selection, the Emperor had already arrived quite some time ago, and the other summoned palace maids had all bowed to him. As Emperor Xianfeng was calling roll, Lan'er arrived late, calmly bowing to the Emperor. Lan'er was dressed plainly, without even makeup or rouge. She thought that this way, the Emperor wouldn't choose her, thus neither disobeying the decree nor losing her own affection for Ronglu.
Emperor Xianfeng usually associated with women adorned in gold and silver, heavily made up. But now, she was a girl dressed simply yet elegantly, beautiful yet not overtly seductive, who stood out among the crowd.
Emperor Xianfeng saw her eyes, brimming with youthful charm, and her cherry-red lips, so alluring they seemed to drip with moisture. He gazed intently at her for a long while before finally regaining his composure and telling her to rise. It was
love at first sight for Xianfeng to see Lan'er. Coincidentally, the Empress had gone to Cining Palace to receive the Empress Dowager's summons, so Xianfeng, without hesitation, ordered the other concubines to return home, leaving only Lan'er behind.
Lan'er was puzzled that the Emperor had kept her for questioning, but seeing his fixed gaze, she felt reassured and relaxed.
She bowed again, and Xianfeng, with a pleased expression, helped her up, saying, "Get up, stand aside."
Xianfeng asked, "Is your name Lan'er? I've never seen you before." Xianfeng felt it was a waste that he hadn't noticed such a beautiful woman in the palace sooner.
Lan'er blushed slightly under Xianfeng's gaze and lowered her head, replying, "This servant entered the palace three years ago. Because Your Majesty has not summoned me regularly, Your Majesty does not recognize me."
Xianfeng couldn't help but tease, "So, it's my fault?!"
Lan'er said in a flustered voice, "This servant wouldn't dare!"
Xianfeng laughed even more heartily: "Good! A gift? No crime. But I want you to raise your head so I can take a closer look."
Hearing Xianfeng's kind tone, Lan'er slowly raised her head.
Lan'er's rosy cheeks glowed with spring, her eyes sparkling with charm, and she was incredibly beautiful. The more Xianfeng looked at her, the more he loved her; the more he loved her, the more he looked, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, making Lan'er blush with shyness and lower her head again.
Emperor Xianfeng, suddenly realizing his blunder, hurriedly asked to salvage the situation, "Look at your appearance, you must be Manchu!"
"My late father," said Lady Nara, whose given name was Huizheng, "was a deputy general who died in office. I followed him to his post, and thus lived in the Jiangnan region for a long time."
Xianfeng then whispered his praise, "No wonder you look like a beauty from the North, yet possess the gentle charm of a Southern woman. Excellent! Excellent!"
With that, he gently stroked Lan'er's delicate hand with obvious affection.
Lan'er, of course, knew what Xianfeng was up to. She was both happy and nervous at such favor, and for a moment, she completely forgot about her past relationship with Ronglu.
The eunuch beside her, knowing that this amorous emperor was about to find pleasure in Lan'er again, discreetly slipped away. Xianfeng, holding Lan'er's hand, naturally led her towards the imperial bedchamber.
Lan'er was no longer the virgin she once was. She possessed full breasts, a supple waist, long, slender legs, and thick, glossy black pubic hair. More importantly, her countless sexual experiences with Ronglu had given her a deeper understanding of matters between men and women, and a better grasp of how to please the Emperor, ensuring both of them could enjoy sexual pleasure. Lan'er's only concern was concealing the fact that she was no longer a virgin.
Upon arriving at the palace, Xianfeng eagerly embraced the blushing Lan'er, gently and skillfully undressing her. Xianfeng had done this countless times before, but strangely, today he felt particularly excited, his heart pounding faster and faster as Lan'er's clothes were gradually removed.
Once Lan'er's clothes were completely removed, her snow-white, delicate skin and her pink breasts, like freshly peeled chicken head meat, caused even the seasoned Emperor Xianfeng, who was accustomed to the allure of cosmetics, to feel his blood boil and pant heavily. In a few swift movements, he removed the cumbersome robes himself, his manhood already erect and trembling, ready for anything.
The Emperor was indeed extraordinary. Although Lan'er had seen Ronglu's penis before, Xianfeng's was thicker and longer than Ronglu's. Perhaps the Emperor had his own unique way of "raising" his "chicken"! Lan'er felt a chill run down her spine at the sight of Xianfeng's penis, secretly wondering if she could handle it.
While she pondered this, Xianfeng's mouth was already on Lan'er's nipple, licking, grinding, and sucking vigorously; his left hand kneaded her right breast, while his right hand rubbed against her vulva.
A tingling, hot current coursed through Lan'er's body, revealing a passionate state wherever it passed: furrowed brows, half-open lips, soft moans, erect nipples... then gradually accumulating in her lower abdomen and dantian, making her feel as if she were in a furnace, yet utterly powerless to move an inch.
"Ah...Long live...Master...Ugh...No...Hmm...No...Hmm...It itches...So embarrassing...Ah...People...Hmm..."
Lan'er's gentle, wanton moans did not make Xianfeng slow down at all; instead, they intensified his lust, making him even more frantic in his caresses and lewd movements.
Xianfeng wished he had another mouth to lick and suck between her breasts, occasionally letting out ecstatic "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" sounds as if savoring a delicious treat. Xianfeng's right thumb massaged her clitoris; his middle finger, following the slippery fluid, gently moved in and out of Lan'er's vagina.
"Mmm...no...oh...it's so itchy...ah...no..." Lan'er murmured dreamily, yet she could clearly and acutely feel the hard knuckles of his fingers effectively scratching the itchy spot on her vaginal walls, even penetrating deeper to reach the corners that drove her mad.
Xian Feng smeared his hand, covered in her semen, on Lan'er's vulva, while leaning close to her cheek, gently sniffing and kissing her, soothingly saying, "Lan'er, I'm going to insert my penis into your vagina. It will hurt a little at first, but as long as you relax and bear it, you will naturally feel the pleasure of intercourse." Xian Feng was indeed a seasoned lover; his gentle, soft words always had a hypnotic effect, causing the beauty beneath him to nod in agreement.
Lan'er's lust had long since surged like a tidal wave, her heart screaming, "Quick...quick...fuck me in...fuck me in hard..." But her mouth pleaded, "Your Majesty...please be gentle...this servant...I'm afraid...can't take it..." To be honest, Lan'er's eyes caught a glimpse of the red glans, and she was indeed a little frightened.
Xianfeng knelt between Lan'er's legs, casually stuffing a pillow under her buttocks, and then spread her legs wide, exposing Lan'er's vulva in its entirety, as if from the "O"-shaped vaginal opening, one could glimpse the wet vaginal walls slowly writhing.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...it's...so shameful...don't...look like that...ah..." Lan'er naturally covered her face with her hands. This shy yet extremely lewd expression seemed to give Xianfeng a sadistic pleasure.
Xianfeng lowered his body, guiding his penis to the vaginal opening. He gently rubbed the glans against the opening, allowing it to become slightly wet, before slowly lowering his hips to push the glans inside.
From the initial caresses to the subtle movements before penetration, Xianfeng's actions made Lan'er compare them to Ronglu's. Lan'er felt that everything Xianfeng did to her was appropriate and effective in arousing her desire, unlike Ronglu's brute force that only sought his own gratification. Lan'er seemed to foresee that this intercourse would bring even greater pleasure.
"Ah...it hurts...ah ah...be gentle...Long live...Master...be gentle..." Although Lan'er was not a virgin, this time her cry of pain was genuine. It was because Xianfeng's penis was indeed incredibly thick, and as it slowly entered, although it wasn't the stinging pain of deflowering, the tightness of her vaginal opening, which she hadn't yet adapted to, made her feel as if her vaginal opening was being torn apart.
Although Xianfeng felt a pang of pity for the beautiful woman's cries, his penis, already half-inserted, clearly felt the warmth and moisture within her vagina, and the soft, sucking-like contractions. This fueled his desire, making him yearn for deeper penetration, to feel his entire penis, and even his whole being, enveloped in the narrow, moist womb—a memory both distant and hazy.
"Ah… Your Majesty… Your… Hmm… So big… This servant… Ah… Can't… Take… It… Ah…" Lan'er's hands, hanging limply at her sides, gripped the sheets spasmodically, enduring the increasing pleasure amidst the tension.
"Mmm!" With his penis fully inside, Xianfeng cheered with a sense of relief. After a brief pause, he began to slowly thrust, his breath coming in short gasps as he murmured, "Lan'er...? Your...
little cunt... is so tight... so... comfortable... so comfortable... I want to bestow upon you... the title of... Noble... Lady... From now on... you... must... often... accompany... me..." Though it was lewd talk, it was still a king's word, a promise made.
"Mmm... mmm... ah..." Lan'er responded weakly to Xianfeng's thrusts, a promise, a thank you. The penis throbbing inside her cunt gave her an irreplaceable pleasure. Her hands tightened around Xianfeng's shoulders and neck, a longing for more intense movements rising within her, and her body involuntarily twisted and swayed.
Lan'er's bouncing lower body made Xianfeng's thrusts smoother, faster, and heavier. The sounds of their bodies sizzling and splashing during intercourse, the slapping of skin against skin, mingled with moans of "Mmm... Ah...", creating a symphony of debauchery.
For nearly an incense stick's time, the repetitive piston-like movements brought Xianfeng's pent-up energy to a breaking point. A sudden, sharp tingling sensation shot through his lower back, and with each rapid thrust, he ejaculated thick streams of hot semen. His penis, still throbbing, pumped the semen like a hydraulic pump, surging deep into Lan'er's womb. "Ha... Ugh..." Xianfeng gasped, his hands gripping Lan'er's breasts tightly, as if trying to crush them.
During their continuous, intense lovemaking, Lan'er was already lost in ecstasy, her mind wandering to the heavens. While Emperor Xianfeng's hot semen elevated her orgasms, it was merely icing on the cake, better than nothing... After
a night of passionate lovemaking, Lan'er was Emperor Xianfeng's most favored concubine, and he, as promised, bestowed upon her the title of Noble Lady. Not long after, Lan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the palace, with everyone offering congratulations. Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed, while Ronglu felt his heart bleeding—but what could he do?
The little boy was immediately named Crown Prince and given the name "Zai." Noble Lady Lan, because of this son, became an Imperial Noble Consort and changed her name to "Empress Dowager Cixi."
********************************************************************** Postscript: The author's doubts: I have read several unofficial histories that describe an affair between Empress Dowager Cixi and Ronglu, even claiming they had physical intimacy and conjugal relations. However, what puzzles me is that Cixi did not become pregnant for several years, but instead became pregnant and gave birth after Emperor Xianfeng visited her a few times.
I wonder if Cixi and Ronglu were good at preventing pregnancy, or if they were truly in love, at most just holding hands, or if there was no love at all... I would appreciate it if someone knowledgeable could answer my doubts.
But doubts aside, the story will continue, let's just assume they had an affair. I just hope knowledgeable netizens won't accuse me of making things up, haha!
(II)
When Emperor Tongzhi turned one year old, Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed and very proud of his son, so he held a lavish state banquet to celebrate the prince's birthday. Lan'er, now Consort Cixi, sat next to Emperor Xianfeng, attending him on the right, her face beaming with a happy smile.
The eunuch Li Lianying was a man with an extremely strong desire for power. Having spent several years in the palace, he had some knowledge of Consort Cixi's background. Li Lianying understood that with Cixi currently enjoying the Emperor Xianfeng's favor, she would inevitably rise through the ranks and gain control of the palace.
Li Lianying thought that if he wanted a good life in the palace, he had to curry favor with Consort Cixi. So, while the Emperor and other ministers were talking, Li Lianying would secretly strike up a conversation with Consort Cixi, pretending to be indifferent.
Cixi, finding Li Lianying quick-witted, simply saw him as someone to chat with, someone who could alleviate the boredom in the lonely palace. From then on, Cixi and Li Lianying grew closer, and Cixi even affectionately called him "Little Li."
However, throughout history, few emperors have truly been devoted to any one woman, and Emperor Xianfeng was no exception. Emperor Xianfeng gradually distanced himself from Empress Dowager Cixi, turning his attention to four women from Jiangnan residing in the Yuanmingyuan Garden, whom he affectionately called the "Four Springs." These "Four Springs" were named "Peony Spring," "Apricot Grove Spring," "Wuling Spring," and "Begonia Spring"—names bestowed upon them by Emperor Xianfeng.
Emperor Xianfeng spent his days in the Yuanmingyuan Garden with the "Four Springs," occasionally engaging in open-air sexual acts, replacing the tranquil sounds of the Yuanmingyuan with lewd words and indulging in wine and women, replacing the garden's beautiful flowers and carved buildings.
In the Kunning Palace of the Forbidden City, Empress Niohuru seemed to live a life of widowhood, but her dignified and reserved nature meant that even seeing her husband in another's arms, she could only grieve in silence, daring not to show her anger. However, Empress Dowager Cixi was not
as magnanimous as the Empress. Her life, rising from poverty to the lavish lifestyle of the palace, and then to the rank of Imperial Concubine, was a meteoric rise that fueled her ambition. Driven by the desire to maintain her current position and the allure of power, she was compelled to strive for advancement.
Furthermore, the nights of passion she experienced under Emperor Xianfeng's favor allowed her to indulge in the pleasures of sexual intercourse. Though she dared not voice it, she was addicted to the thrill and climax, appearing outwardly chaste but inwardly utterly licentious.
Therefore, she could not bear the sudden fall from grace. Adding fuel to the fire was Li Zicheng's influence, who even offered advice. When all her seductive tactics failed to hold Emperor Xianfeng's fickle heart, she accepted his suggestion: "...If the 'Four Springs' are not eliminated, the Emperor will not return...and even 'do not have exclusive favor over the six palaces'
..." "Exclusive favor over the six palaces"—what an alluring and desirable phrase!
Little Li once told Empress Dowager Cixi, "...As far as I know, 'Peony Spring' had a lover before entering the palace. However, I am not sure at the moment. If we can dig up their shameful past, at best they can be expelled from the palace, and at worst they could lose their lives..."
So, Cixi pretended to be very humble and approached the "Four Springs," using all sorts of methods to learn everything about them, trying to find some leverage to attack them. Just as Little Li said, "...Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle..."
Sure enough, Cixi not only discovered that "Peony Spring" did indeed have a cousin and lover before entering the palace named "Gong Banlun," who was an advisor to the British businessman Thomas Wade in Shanghai, but also that in casual conversation, the "Four Springs"
openly discussed their pleasures in bed with Emperor Xianfeng. This not only made Cixi feel uncomfortable, but also aroused her long-dormant lust.
The cold, lonely bed kept Cixi awake at night. She seemed to hear Emperor Xianfeng's soft whispers and heavy breathing in her ear… she seemed to hear her own pleasurable moans and cries… she thought of Emperor Xianfeng's thick penis… she thought of Ronglu…
Unconsciously, Cixi's hand slipped inside her clothes, pinching her as Emperor Xianfeng had pinched her; it slipped between her legs, teasing her as Ronglu's fingers had teased her… Then, amidst spasms and tremors, she drifted into a deep sleep. As
dawn broke, Little Li, as usual, went to Cixi's bedchamber to help her dress, prepare her clothes, and await her orders. This was the duty of a eunuch, a privilege granted by Cixi. Without any hesitation, Xiao Li approached the bedside. In the dim light of dawn, he saw that Cixi's clothes were open, her full breasts standing proudly, rising and falling slightly with her breath; her lower garment, pulled down to her knees, revealed her snow-white, smooth thighs, her pubic hair, and her prominent mons pubis. Upon closer inspection, Cixi's vulva and pubic hair were not only covered with moisture, like morning dew; the sheets were also muddy, as if a flood had just receded.
This alluring sight made Xiao Li, who had just been cleansed, blush and feel hot and agitated, but his penis could not stand erect, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "...Heaven is playing tricks on me...Heaven is playing tricks on me..." One was lonely and desperately wanted comfort; the other was in the midst of beauty but could not have it. However, due to male nature, Xiao Li disregarded the ethics of master and servant and reached out a trembling hand to caress the nipples on Cixi's breasts.
In the secluded chambers of the palace, many concubines had fallen out of favor. A few, unable to suppress their yearning, had tempted Xiao Li Zi to "serve" them. Firstly, besides palace maids, eunuchs were among the closest to the concubines; secondly, having affairs with eunuchs meant less fear of pregnancy and trouble. Although eunuchs couldn't truly satisfy their sexual desires
, it was absolutely safe, better than nothing.
A series of electric-like tingling sensations and pleasures gradually roused Cixi from her erotic dream. At first, she thought it was a dream, both real and unreal, but her inner desire surged rapidly, causing her to writhe and moan slightly. When Cixi sensed something was amiss, she opened her eyes and saw Xiao Li Zi staring at her intently, caressing her.
Empress Dowager Cixi reacted naturally, grabbing Li Zi's hand to shake it off, but in a flash, she suddenly reversed her grip, pressing Li Zi's palm against her chest, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Li Zi! You are so bold, daring to be so presumptuous! Aren't you afraid this is a capital offense?"
Li Zi rubbed his palm and said with a grin, "As long as Your Majesty is happy, this servant will not hesitate to die ten thousand times."
Xiao Li gently pinched Cixi's firm breasts and said, "Does this feel good, Your Majesty?"
"...Mmm...Oh..." Waves of pleasure from the caressing made Cixi breathe heavily and moan, "...Mmm...Where...did...you...learn...mmm...so...good...good...touching...mmm...harder...mmm...comfortable...ahhh..."
Xiao Li moved one hand away, rubbing the smooth skin as he slowly moved it down to her lower abdomen. Unable to resist the wonderful sensation, he blurted out, "Your Majesty's skin is so smooth and tender, a thousand times better than the other concubines..."
Cixi, lost in her intoxication, immediately noticed Xiao Li's slip of the tongue. A hypothesis flashed through her mind, and she reached out to grab Xiao Li's crotch while scolding him, "So you weren't castrated..." Before she could finish speaking, Cixi's hand grasped nothing at Xiao Li's crotch, and the excitement that was about to rise instantly plummeted into the abyss.
Perhaps accustomed to such awkward situations, Xiao Li merely shrank back slightly, allowing Cixi's hand to search for his "treasure" between his legs, a fleeting look of inferiority and regret on his face. Xiao Li explained, "Your Majesty, this servant has indeed been castrated, although..." Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Although this servant lacks what a man should have, I have ways to bring Your Majesty pleasure..." At this moment, Xiao Li's middle finger had already probed into Cixi's vagina, fiddling with it.
"Mmm...mmm..." The spot where Xiao Li was fiddling with was precisely where Cixi was unbearably itchy from long-awaited abstinence. With just a slight touch, Cixi felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but twist her trembling hips, welcoming Xiao Li's fingers. In her rapid breathing, she moaned and groaned, "Mmm...harder...with...mmm...deeper...
ah...again...again...mmm...yes...oh...good...mmm..."
Xiao Li's "finger-flicking skill" was indeed extraordinary. First, his middle finger "pointed straight to the center," then he added his index finger in a "sword gesture," and now it was three fingers "piercing through," rotating inside Cixi's wet, slippery vagina.
Under this onslaught, Cixi could only pant rapidly and scream softly, but had no chance to fight back.
A continuous stream of wetness flowed from... A torrent of fluid gushed from her vulva, soaking Little Li's palm and covering her entire vulva, even staining a large patch of the mattress…
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Before the Anglo-French invasion of the Qing Dynasty, the Anglo-French alliance negotiated with the Qing government, but failed to reach a peace agreement, causing Emperor Xianfeng great distress and annoyance.
Empress Dowager Cixi, however, seized this opportunity to advise Emperor Xianfeng, saying, “Your Majesty doesn’t need to worry about negotiating with the Anglo-French anymore. Your Majesty can entrust this to Gong Banlun!”
Emperor Xianfeng was puzzled and asked, “Who is Gong Banlun?”
“Oh, so Your Majesty knows nothing! Then I really shouldn’t have spoken out of turn…” Cixi deliberately kept him in suspense.
Emperor Xianfeng, slightly annoyed, demanded, "What exactly happened? Speak!"
"Gong Banlun is an advisor to the Englishman Thomas Wade, and the British trust him greatly… He is 'Peony Spring's' cousin…" Empress Dowager Cixi feigned guilt, her voice trailing off… "...I heard that 'Peony Spring' had a relationship with him before entering the palace…"
"Bang!" Emperor Xianfeng slammed his hand on the table, shouting furiously, "Guards… Imprison 'Peony Spring'… I want to question her myself…"
Perhaps in Emperor Xianfeng's mind, disciplining a woman unfaithful to him seemed more important than negotiating with the Anglo-French powers, but he was also happy to remove a thorn in Cixi's side, for Emperor Xianfeng was back by her side.
Soon after, the Anglo-French allied forces advanced on Beijing, causing widespread panic in the city. Emperor Xianfeng certainly had a knack for romance and debauchery, but dealing with foreigners left him helpless. Therefore, the task of reviewing memorials and drafting imperial edicts was entrusted to Empress Dowager Cixi. A special jade seal bearing the inscription "Tongdaotang" was even made for her; any edict bearing this seal was considered equivalent to an imperial approval.
In this way, Emperor Xianfeng was happy to remain out of the loop, indulging in his dream of a peaceful cowardly life, while Cixi took her first step into political involvement.
Later, as the situation became increasingly tense, in the tenth year of Xianfeng's reign, the emperor, empress, ministers, and concubines all fled the palace to Rehe for refuge.
After Xianfeng and his entourage arrived in Rehe, Gong Banlun led dozens of British soldiers into the Yuanmingyuan Garden, searching for his beloved cousin, "Peony Spring." At this time, "Peony Spring" was still imprisoned. Unable to find her, Gong Banlun, in a fit of anger, ordered the Yuanmingyuan Garden to be burned down.
"Xinghua Chun" was shot and killed by British troops while trying to escape; "Haitang Chun," unable to find help, committed suicide by drowning in Fuhai Lake; even "Wuling Chun" hanged herself in her room. Only "Mudan Chun" was rescued safely. When this news reached the imperial palace in Rehe, Emperor Xianfeng was so grief-stricken he nearly fainted, while Empress Dowager Cixi secretly chuckled.
Because Emperor Xianfeng was weak-willed, the power struggles among his ministers were quite fierce, with Su Shun being the most powerful. He saw that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, especially after three of the "Four Springs" had died and one had fled, and Emperor Xianfeng's increased favor towards Empress Dowager Cixi, which caused him great anxiety.
However, Su Shun, experienced in power struggles, quickly learned how to deal with the situation, thus eliminating the threat at its root and resolving the problem once and for all. Su Shun was determined to use his beauty to seize Empress Dowager Cixi's place in Emperor Xianfeng's heart. He secretly dispatched many people to search for a suitable woman, and soon found one. The woman
Su Shun sought was a widow with bound feet from Shanxi. At the time, Shanxi women with bound feet were famous throughout the country. They not only had fair skin, seemingly boneless, but also very full and rounded hips, truly captivating those who indulged in sensual pleasures. The widow Cao that Su Shun found was one of the most exquisite beauties with bound feet. Especially striking was the way she walked—her lotus-like steps were graceful, her hips swaying slightly; even before she arrived, her fragrance filled the air. Although the "Four Springs" of the Yuanmingyuan Garden were also beauties with bound feet, their hips were all thin and flat, completely unable to compare to the allure of the widow Cao.
Su Shun firmly believed that Widow Cao could withstand Empress Dowager Cixi, so he kept her in his residence and arranged for her to meet Emperor Xianfeng. Sure enough, when Xianfeng saw Widow Cao, he was immediately captivated by her beauty and, of course, couldn't contain his desire.
As soon as Su Shun excused himself and dismissed the guards and servants, Xianfeng, right there at the banquet, embraced Widow Cao tightly, kissing and inhaling her passionately. Widow Cao, in turn, playfully resisted and teased Xianfeng, fueling his lust and making him unable to resist.
Widow Cao's most powerful weapon was her voluptuous and delicate body, and she was adept at using it. Using a coy demeanor, she intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her breasts against Xianfeng's chest; that soft, light touch felt like a thousand pounds to Xianfeng, like a thunderbolt.
"Hiss...hiss..." Emperor Xianfeng, in a frenzy, tore open Cao's clothes and bodice, revealing two plump mounds of flesh that bounced and swelled, their snow-white color dazzling his eyes.
"Ah! Your Majesty...no..." Cao feigned shyness, covering her chest with her hands, yet pressing herself closer like a little bird.
"Come! Let me see..." Emperor Xianfeng gently moved Cao's elbow, and Cao offered no resistance, allowing her proud breasts to be fully exposed. Even the seasoned Emperor Xianfeng couldn't help but swallow hard, praising, "Good, good! As the saying goes, 'A little more is too fat, a little less is too thin,' good! good..." He then began rubbing his index finger and thumb against her nipples.
The wanton Cao and the impetuous Emperor Xianfeng were evenly matched, a true contest of skill. In no time, Cao's nipples went from soft to hard, from pale red to scarlet. Xian Feng could even feel small fleshy buds sprouting from the nipples like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, with a rough but not less delicate texture; hard but not less tender.
"Mmm...Your Majesty...Mmm...Touching...rubbing like this...Mmm...So...comfortable...Mmm...Ah..." At this point, Widow Cao seemed to have forgotten about maintaining her composure. The surging desire within her compelled her to release it through moans and gasps. The heat within her body flowed through her limbs and gradually gathered in her lower abdomen, forming a tingling, itchy trickle deep within her vagina. Widow Cao's
face flushed like the sunset, her whole body trembling and convulsing. Her nostrils, slightly damp with sweat, twitched with each breath. Unable to suppress her intense lust, her hands moved freely over Xianfeng's thighs, rubbing and kneading, gradually searching for her target.
"Ah!" Widow Cao's fingers, through her clothes, grasped the hard object between Xianfeng's legs. A delighted surprise, like finding a treasure, filled her heart with joy and excitement. The enormous penis, a rare find among hundreds, ignited a passion in Widow Cao, who immediately became engrossed in anticipation and fantasies of its penetration. She could almost foresee the ecstasy, and her fingers began to greedily stroke it.
While Xian Feng was surprised by Widow Cao's initiative, the pleasurable sensation of rubbing his penis fueled his passion, prompting him to hastily free one hand to undo his belt. Seeing Xian Feng's eager and flustered expression, Widow Cao smiled coquettishly and offered her help.
"Whoosh!" The penis, like a dragon freed from its cage, stood proudly erect. Widow Cao, seeing its extraordinary nature, felt an inexplicable surge of desire that compelled her to lower her head and kiss it. "Tsk! Tsk! Hmm!" Widow Cao carefully licked the scarlet glans with the tip of her tongue, occasionally opening her small mouth to suck and tease it, making Xian Feng tremble with a mixture of itchiness and aching.
"...Quick...Quick, stop teasing...Oh...So comfortable...Oh...Quick...Let me...fuck...fuck...in...? Hmm...
Quick..." Xian Feng, suppressing his extreme excitement, urged her with a flushed face and panting breath, his hands still rubbing against Widow Cao's bare back.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Widow Cao said playfully, then got up, straddling Xian Feng's thighs with her legs apart. Her thick pubic hair almost obscured her vulva, but his penis seemed to move with practiced ease, disappearing between her legs in a flash. "Sizzle!" At the moment of contact, both of them cried out "Ah!" at the same time, as if time had stood still. The tightness, fullness, swelling, and heat filled their hearts with an indescribable pleasure.
Widow Cao's plump, snow-white, rounded buttocks rose and fell rhythmically. She could feel her labia shifting with each movement; she could feel his penis contracting and throbbing inside her vagina; the glans pounding powerfully, as if it would launch her into the sky.
Xianfeng's hands were busy caressing Widow Cao's body, his lips busy intercepting her bouncing breasts, and he seemed unsatisfied, thrusting his lower body upwards as if to pierce her body with his penis.
Xianfeng's penis pumped rapidly in and out of her wet vagina, the rounded tip scraping against the vaginal walls, producing waves of pleasurable friction. Widow Cao moaned ecstatically, yet still arched her lower abdomen to meet his rapidly thrusting penis. She felt a tingling, light sensation all over her body, as if she were flying.
Just then, Xianfeng felt a sudden, sharp pain in his penis... He then gripped Widow Cao's waist tightly and began a frenzied, vigorous thrusting, before pressing himself close to her, breathing heavily. Widow Cao felt Xianfeng's penis deeply inside her vagina. Although there was no thrusting motion, the sensation of the glans throbbing and the penis contracting and swelling gave her a unique pleasure.
Suddenly, a surge of hot fluid rushed into her vagina without warning. "Ah! Hmm! Oh!" Their excited cries rose and fell amidst trembling and spasms...
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ After their first experience of lovemaking, Widow Cao's seductive skills in bed drove Xianfeng to a state of ecstasy and near-ecstasy. After several encounters with Widow Cao, she became pregnant.
According to the ancestral rules of the Qing Dynasty, Han women were not originally allowed to be made concubines. However, once a woman had a child, in order to maintain the imperial bloodline, the widow Cao was to be made a Noble Consort.
This matter threw Empress Dowager Cixi into disarray. After calmly considering the situation, she realized that her power was in jeopardy. So she went to see the Empress and said, "Your Majesty is becoming increasingly outrageous. While this foreign devil is pressuring our court, instead of focusing on state affairs, you are bringing in a Han woman. And that's not all; that woman is a widow. It is said that before she had dealings with Your Majesty, she was a prostitute. Now that she is pregnant, Your Majesty wants to bring her into the palace. Doesn't this disrupt the system? If word gets out, it will surely be a laughingstock to the people."
Empress Niohuru was originally a kind and benevolent person. After hearing Cixi's words, she did not expect Cixi's ulterior motives and said, "Your Majesty's actions are indeed wrong. I will go and talk to him about this." Upon hearing this, Cixi almost laughed.
However, when the Empress met the Emperor, she kindly said, "The deed is done. As the ruler of the country, you cannot abandon someone you started with. Therefore, we should bring that woman back to the palace and grant her the title of concubine after she gives birth. However, this matter has already greatly damaged Your Majesty's reputation. I hope Your Majesty will be more restrained in the future to avoid being ridiculed by the people."
Faced with these righteous and stern words, Emperor Xianfeng was displeased but had no reason to refuse and could only agree.
Empress Dowager Cixi, upon hearing this outcome, exclaimed inwardly, "This is bad!" and became increasingly depressed and gloomy. Fortunately, Li Zi gave her a suggestion and secretly drugged Cao Widow's food to induce a miscarriage.
Many people did not believe that the usually healthy Cao Widow would miscarry, especially Emperor Xianfeng, who suspected Empress Dowager Cixi of being responsible, but he had not found any evidence.
From then on, Emperor Xianfeng no longer trusted Empress Dowager Cixi. Besides the miscarriage of Widow Cao, the reason was that since Cixi took control of the "Tongxiaotang Seal" and was responsible for approving memorials and edicts, her ambition to seize power had slowly become apparent. Her wit and decisiveness, in particular, frightened Xianfeng. He felt such a woman would be a scourge, yet he dared not take any action to refute her.
(Part Three, The End)
After fleeing to Rehe, Xianfeng was torn between worrying about the fall of his country and the destruction of his family, and in his despair, he indulged himself. Meanwhile, Su Shun, in an attempt to curry favor with the emperor, repeatedly used his beauty to try and win Xianfeng's heart.
The pitiful Xianfeng revelled in Rehe for nearly a hundred days, and under the double-edged sword of wine and women, his body was finally exhausted, and he fell seriously ill. On July 16th of the eleventh year of Xianfeng's reign, Xianfeng knew he could no longer... On his deathbed, Emperor Xianfeng summoned his ministers to the palace, drafted an edict establishing Zaichun as Crown Prince, and also wrote a secret letter, which he gave to Empress Dowager Niohuru.
Emperor Xianfeng told the Empress, "...Consort Yi (Empress Dowager Cixi) is extremely ambitious and ruthless. After I am gone, if anything unusual happens, you must eliminate her first. This secret letter contains my signature; you can use it to order the Imperial Guards to carry it out..."
Empress Dowager Cixi looked at the letter and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty must have misread it! Consort Yi is a very good person; everyone in the palace praises her..."
Knowing he couldn't convince the Empress immediately, Emperor Xianfeng could only say, "I absolutely cannot be wrong. Today, only I can kill her. After I am gone, no one will be able to do anything to her. Alas!..."
The next day, Emperor Xianfeng died.
Zaichun ascended the throne according to his will, becoming Emperor Muzong. Following ancestral tradition, Empress Dowager Cixi was honored as Empress Dowager Ci'an, while Consort Yi was honored as Empress Dowager Cixi. Later generations referred to them as "Eastern Empress Dowager (Cian)" and "Western Empress Dowager (Cixi)," respectively.
Although Cixi had become the Western Empress Dowager, she was still not satisfied, as Su Shun still held considerable power. Especially when the Eastern and Western Empress Dowagers inquired about the funeral arrangements, Su Shun would always say, "...This matter will be handled by your humble servant and the princes and ministers; there is no need for the two Empress Dowagers to concern themselves with it..."
Furthermore, Su Shun ordered all the soldiers under his command of the elite firearms battalion to surround the Rehe Imperial Palace, ostensibly for garrison and protection, but in reality to cut off the two empress dowagers' communication with the outside world.
On the day of Emperor Xianfeng's death, there was an imperial edict requesting Prince Gong Yixin to come and handle the funeral arrangements. When Prince Gong was about to depart, he received an imperial edict from Su Shun preventing him from going. As Emperor Xianfeng's younger brother, he was naturally required to be among the funeral officials, but after receiving two conflicting edicts, he became aware that the situation in Rehe was not simple, so he actively sent people to investigate.
The two empress dowagers, who were in the Rehe Imperial Palace, also saw through Su Shun's ambition and his underhanded tactics, and tried every means to contact Prince Gong, hoping that he could help them out of the predicament and prevent Su Shun's ambition from succeeding.
Su Shun's biggest fear was that once Empress Dowager Cixi returned to Beijing, she would challenge him for power, so he made every effort to prevent the two empress dowagers from returning to Beijing. Su Shun kept making excuses, saying, "...The late Emperor's funeral and the Empress Dowager's return to the capital with the Emperor are important matters. How could this servant dare to obstruct them? It's just that I'm hesitant because the capital is not yet stable..."
When Cixi learned that Prince Gong had joined forces with other princes and ministers to petition the Empress Dowager and Cixi to escort the coffin back to the capital as soon as possible, she seemed reassured and said to Su Shun in a firm tone, "...I heard that the capital is quiet now. There's no need to worry anymore. It's best to go back as soon as possible..."
Although Su Shun reluctantly agreed, he cursed inwardly, "Hmph! A mere palace maid dares to be so arrogant. I'll teach her a lesson." Su Shun returned to his residence and angrily discussed countermeasures with Duanhua and Zaiyuan.
"Judging from the current situation, we have no choice but to send her back to the capital," Duanhua said.
"However, sending her back to the capital would undoubtedly be like letting a tiger return to the mountain, which would be very disadvantageous for us," Zaiyuan said.
As the three men racked their brains for a solution, Su Shun suddenly said, "Let's go all the way and assassinate that woman to eliminate any future trouble."
Su Shun and his group planned to carry out the assassination at Gubeikou, but Empress Dowager Cixi was exceptionally shrewd. She knew that her return to Beijing would be fraught with obstacles, even potentially leading to her death. Therefore, she proceeded with extreme caution, taking every precaution.
Cixi also secretly ordered Ronglu, the commander of the Imperial Guards, to lead a detachment to protect her along the way. Ronglu knew that Cixi was facing greater difficulties than ever before, so he always stayed by her side, protecting her safety. Thus, Su Shun, Zaiyuan, and Duanhua could only watch helplessly as Cixi safely returned to Beijing. On
the 29th day of the ninth month of the eleventh year of the Xianfeng reign (1862), the Empress Dowager and Emperor Muzong arrived safely at the northwest gate of Beijing. Prince Gong, along with ministers, went out of the city to greet them. Upon returning to Beijing, Empress Dowager Cixi tearfully recounted to Prince Gong and the ministers how Su Shun had persecuted orphans and widows, and how he had wielded absolute power. Her eloquent and tearful account was captivating.
Grand Secretary Zhou Zupei then submitted a memorial, which, besides blatantly denouncing Su Shun's ambitions, also requested that the two empresses dowager rule from behind a screen to assist the young emperor in making political decisions. The following day, Prince Gong arrested Su Shun, Zaiyuan, Duanhua, and their associates, imprisoning them in the Imperial Clan Court, where they were soon executed. As they died, Su Shun and the other two cursed Cixi and Prince Gong, Su Shun's tirade growing increasingly fierce, even revealing Cixi's historical records: "...Ye Chi destroyed Jianzhou..." But no one paid him any attention.
Grand Secretary Zhou Zupei also submitted a memorial requesting a change of reign title, and the two empress dowagers issued an edict ordering the princes of the Council and the Grand Councilors to draft a new reign title for the emperor. The Prince Regent glanced silently at Empress Dowager Ci'an and Empress Dowager Cixi, then respectfully drafted
the characters "Tongzhi" and presented them to the court.
Cixi, seeing these characters, secretly pleased that they implied joint rule by the two empress dowagers, ordered the following year to be designated as the first year of the Tongzhi reign, and proclaimed this to the world. On the Jiazi day of the tenth month of the same year, the six-year-old Tongzhi Emperor performed his enthronement ceremony again in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, receiving congratulations from princes and ministers, while the two empress dowagers listened to the court proceedings in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. In this way, Empress Dowager Cixi truly grasped real power.
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ After the execution of Su Shun and others, the court officials were all subservient to Cixi, allowing her to smoothly indulge in her dream of power. However, with no more worries about the future, Cixi began to indulge in lustful desires.
Empress Dowager Cixi's first priority was to promote Ronglu to Minister of the Interior, explaining to others that she and Ronglu were uncle and niece, but in reality, she wanted to use the opportunity to secretly meet her old lover. However, when Ronglu met with Cixi, he tried his best to suppress his inner impulses, always treating her with the respect due to an empress dowager, never daring to overstep his bounds, and even his expression was extremely serious. Although Cixi was displeased, she could not say it out loud, which was truly distressing.
That night, Cixi, unable to sleep due to the cold bed, paced alone in her palace. The clever young servant, Xiao Li, seeing her lost look, knew what was troubling her.
Xiao Li stepped forward and greeted her, saying, "The epiphyllum in the long room over there has bloomed; Your Majesty might as well go there to relax!"
Cixi thought, "It's the time of year when spring is unbearable; although I can't find a real man to comfort me, this young servant's 'oral skills' can certainly satisfy my cravings." So she agreed. Empress Dowager Cixi didn't want to alarm others and cause any complications, lest her illicit affair be exposed. Therefore, she had Xiao Li lead the way on foot.
Upon arriving at Xiao Li's room, Cixi felt somewhat tired and sat down to rest. Inadvertently, she noticed a gleaming fruit plate on the windowsill, filled with a bunch of small, translucent, and seemingly fresh purple grapes.
"Xiao Li! Where did these come from? I didn't have any there!" Cixi demanded.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Li was startled, realizing that Empress Dowager Cixi had mistakenly believed he had embezzled the tribute. He quickly knelt and said, "Your Majesty, please be wise. I found these grapes by chance in the storeroom. They originally had a seal from the Hongzhi era on them. I found them quite unusual and brought them back as decorations. Because that storeroom was originally used by the previous dynasty to store poison, I was afraid these grapes might be poisoned, so I dared not send them to Your Majesty."
Cixi exclaimed in surprise, "Hongzhi!? Isn't that the reign title of the Ming Dynasty? That's over three hundred years ago! But how come these grapes still look so fresh?" Cixi was filled with a series of questions and doubts.
Seeing that Empress Dowager Cixi showed no sign of reproach, Xiao Li quietly stood up and approached her. While massaging her shoulders and back, he said, "Yes! Ordinary grapes rot after three to five days, so there must be something fishy going on."
Cixi, suddenly seized by a mischievous impulse, picked up a grape and said to Xiao Li, "Alright! Now I want you to eat one."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Li was terrified. He immediately knelt down again, stammering, "...
Your Majesty's grace...Your Majesty's grace...Eating this grape...will surely kill me...This servant will die...It doesn't matter...It's just that Your Majesty...there will be no one to serve you..."
Cixi found Xiao Li's disheveled appearance amusing, but she was also genuinely curious whether the grape was edible. She called in another eunuch and gave him a grape. The eunuch, of course, didn't understand the reasoning behind it and happily accepted the gift. Cixi didn't let the eunuch leave, and she and Xiao Li stared intently at him.
A moment later, the young eunuch began to blush and become increasingly agitated. Suddenly, he let out a soft cry and turned to run away, but Xiao Li, quick as a flash, grabbed him.
The young eunuch knelt at Cixi's feet, trembling, begging for mercy: "...Empress Dowager, spare...my life...Empress Dowager...spare...my life...this servant...was...pure...but...just now...after eating...that...grape...this servant suddenly...
felt...felt...there...there..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
However, Empress Dowager Cixi and Xiao Li Zi understood what the grapes were. Cixi and Xiao Li Zi exchanged a glance, and Xiao Li Zi grinned at the young eunuch, saying, "Alright! Alright! The Empress Dowager is kind enough not to blame you… However, the Empress Dowager wants to check if you were truly castrated. If you were, she will spare your life!"
Now, though ashamed and afraid, the young eunuch had no choice but to obey, pulling down his trousers for Cixi's inspection to prove he wasn't lying.
Cixi stared at the young eunuch's crotch, seeing a swollen, red-tinged penis, erect but without testicles, confirming the eunuch's words. Looking at the erect penis, Cixi secretly praised the grapes' miraculous effects, and her long-dormant lust was instantly aroused, making her body hot, waves of heat rushing to her lower abdomen.
Cixi stretched out her weak hand and said, "Come here…" her voice trembling with excitement. As the young eunuch approached tremblingly, Cixi impatiently reached out and grasped his penis, holding it tightly in her palm.
"Oh!" A hot, hard sensation entered her hand, and Cixi couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan.
The young eunuch was in a daze, partly because he had no experience with sexual intercourse and was at a loss; partly because his erect penis was only due to the aphrodisiac, and although he felt nothing under Cixi's passionate manipulation, the unfulfilled desire for sexual intercourse became a deadly torment.
Cixi's free hand eagerly tore open her clothes and apron, letting her ample breasts bounce out as she spoke to the young eunuch in a soft, commanding tone: "...Come...touch it...rub...knead it...faster...kiss...it...faster..." while her own hand was already kneading it vigorously.
The young eunuch gazed at the scene before him, a sight he had never dared to imagine before,
his heart filled with a turbulent mix of doubt, trepidation, and desire. Unable to tear his gaze away, he slowly extended his trembling hand and gently touched the swollen, red nipples of Cixi's breasts.
"Ah...uh..." Cixi's desire surged like a wild beast unleashed. She pressed the eunuch's hand tightly against her breasts, his slightly sweaty, icy palm grinding against her skin. A muffled breath and a moan escaped her lips, while the constant flow of vaginal fluid seemed to make her uncomfortable, causing her to rub her buttocks against the chair.
Meanwhile, Xiao Li, taking advantage of the situation, slowly removed Cixi's restraints, gradually revealing her breathtakingly beautiful body. While doing so, Little Li Zi didn't forget to instruct and comfort the young eunuch, saying, "Serve the Empress Dowager well, she will reward you later... bring your mouth close... yes... yes... like that... suck... suck hard... like sucking milk... um... yes... this will make the Empress Dowager very comfortable... switch sides... yes... both sides... suck again... suck again..."
"Um... um... so comfortable... oh... good... good..." Amidst Cixi's ecstatic moans, Little Li Zi also knelt down, buried his head between her legs, skillfully teasing her labia and clitoris with his lips and tongue, even extending his tongue to probe and tease her wet and hot vagina.
Empress Dowager Cixi's emotions seemed to have reached their peak. She almost rudely pushed the young eunuch away, thrusting her hips forward, exposing her protruding vulva to the edge of the chair. She even pulled the young eunuch's penis towards her, frantically pressing it against her lower body: "...Come...come...fuck...come...quick...quick..."
The young eunuch still looked bewildered, clumsily following Cixi's movements. Cixi inserted the glans into her wet vaginal opening, then gripped the young eunuch's buttocks tightly with both hands, and thrust hard. With a "whoosh!" sound, the penis slid in, completely engulfing her.
"...Ah...ya...so good...oh...it's been so long...not...tasting...this...um...delicious...um...um...comfortable..." Cixi trembled and convulsed with excitement, satisfaction, and pleasure, twisting her lower body as the penis... Stirring inside her vagina, she urged, "...Mmm...move...faster...mmm move...move..."
The little eunuch hesitated, unsure how to move, but Little Li held his waist and began to move back and forth, his penis thrusting in and out with the movement. Looking at Cixi's ecstatic expression, the little eunuch couldn't help but wonder, "...just like this...in and out...can it really be this pleasurable...but...my penis feels nothing at all..." "
...Ah...so swollen...so long...mmm...good...harder...ah ah...faster...mmm...faster...pierce it...
oh...yes...mmm..." Cixi panted and moaned, her eyes half-closed, the pent-up desire within her overflowing like a burst dam.
"...Mmm...good...ah ah...I'm going...going again...ah ah...harder...ah...ah ah...again..." Cixi climaxed again and again, her moans growing louder with each climax, until finally she was screaming incoherently.
The eunuch's penis, while not perfect, couldn't ejaculate the semen that would enhance pleasure, but it also didn't soften after ejaculation. The eunuch, leaning against his hard, swollen penis, rapidly rubbed and stirred inside Cixi's vagina, gradually intoxicating her with intense orgasmic pleasure. Her voice grew softer, her body increasingly limp and powerless.
The eunuch, oblivious to the situation, continued to thrust his hips, but Xiao Li, knowing the situation, patted the eunuch on the back and said, "Enough! Help me straighten the Empress Dowager's clothes so she can rest. You wait outside for your reward."
A while later, Cixi, satisfied with her sexual encounter and having rested enough, only told Xiao Li before returning to the palace, "You handle the eunuch's situation!" The outcome was predictable: he was killed to keep the secret.
The poor eunuch, never experiencing the pleasures of love, yet paying the price for his infidelity.
The next day, Empress Dowager Cixi, exhausted, didn't get out of bed until late morning. To her surprise, she saw the plate of amethyst grapes, neatly arranged on the windowsill. A surge of joy filled her, and she thought, "That young Li is truly thoughtful; it wasn't for nothing that I doted on him."
Of course, this also made her heart flutter, because she not only thought of the wonderful feelings of the previous night, but also of Ronglu. Lost in the springtime bliss, Cixi looked at the plate of amethyst grapes, her face growing redder and her excitement increasing, and an idea surfaced in her mind.
Cixi jumped out of bed, ordering servants to help her wash and dress, and immediately sent for Ronglu to come to the Cining Palace.
Ronglu quickly arrived at the Cining Palace. Empress Dowager Cixi dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs and led Ronglu directly to her bedchamber.
Upon arriving, Ronglu knew what was happening, but he hastily knelt, stammering, "This is not a place for a servant like me! This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!"
Cixi, seeing this, sighed as if wronged, "Alas! Don't you understand my intentions?"
Ronglu didn't respond, only prostrating himself, repeatedly saying, "This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!..."
Cixi continued softly, "Ronglu! You must have forgotten everything we did before, it's truly disheartening! Can't you see my intention in bringing you here as the Grand Minister of the Imperial Household Department?"
In truth, Ronglu wasn't a blockhead; Lan'er's departure had left an indelible scar in his heart, still causing him occasional pain. However, the current Cixi was not the Lan'er of the past; she was now a powerful figure above all others. Moreover, the Qing Dynasty's court rules were extremely strict; if their affair were exposed, they would surely face certain death.
Ronglu still loved Empress Dowager Cixi and didn't want her to be implicated or harmed, so he could only suffer the pain of unrequited love, daring not to reveal even a trace of his affection. Ronglu hardened his heart and said, "Your Majesty's grace is forever etched in my heart, but the current situation does not allow me to harbor any improper thoughts. If Your Majesty cherishes me, please allow me to leave as soon as possible!"
Empress Dowager Cixi was at her wit's end. She could only mutter, "The people here are all my confidants. Who would dare to speak nonsense?" Seeing that Ronglu still didn't move, Cixi had no choice but to say helplessly, "Alright! Since you insist, I won't force you... Here! There is a tribute fruit here, which is said to strengthen the body and
bones. Here, have one!" Ronglu, without suspicion, took the grape and swallowed it. He thanked the Empress Dowager, saying, "Thank you for your grace. I will never forget your kindness..." Before he finished speaking, Ronglu felt something was wrong. He felt a surge of heat rising rapidly in his lower abdomen. His heart was pounding, his face was flushed, his mouth was dry, and his eyes were bloodshot. More importantly, his penis was rapidly swelling.
Seeing this, Cixi knew the grapes had worked, but she pretended to be nonchalant and asked in a coquettish voice, "How is it! Does it taste good?"
Ronglu, who had also ingested the grape aphrodisiac, unlike the little eunuch who didn't know what to "act upon," could not understand what Cixi was saying. However, Cixi's voice was like a seductive, bewitching silver bell; every movement of hers was filled with wantonness and provocation.
Just as Cixi slowly reclined on the bed, she heard several "hiss! hiss!..." sounds of tearing fabric. Looking closely, she saw Ronglu, naked and panting heavily, lunging onto the bed. Then, the "hiss! hiss!..."
sounds resumed, mixed with Cixi's cries of surprise, joy, and satisfied wantonness.
“…Huff…Huff…Lan’er…Huff…Huff…” Ronglu, like a ferocious beast, lay on top of Cixi, showing no mercy, greedily and brutally ravaging her body. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Cixi's breasts, and with his moving lips and tongue, he left lip marks and teeth marks all over her snow-white skin; while his penis, already an experienced horse, went straight for the heart of the matter, powerfully thrusting in and out of her wet vagina.
“…Ah…Ah…Brother Rong…Be gentle…Ah…Ah…” Cixi seemed to feel a masochistic pleasure, amidst a mixture of soreness, pain, tingling, numbness, and itching, her lust immediately surged to its highest point, and after a few rapid rubbings and thrusts of his penis, she felt a climax.
Perhaps it was the effect of the drug, or perhaps it was the release of years of pent-up frustration, but Ronglu, like a soldier charging into battle, possessed an air of unwavering resolve, thrusting and pounding relentlessly. Although Ronglu's penis was somewhat numb and insensitive from the friction, unable to feel the wetness, tightness, and warmth inside Cixi's vagina, his heightened emotions still drove him to maintain his relentless thrusting.
"...Ah...ah...coming...ah ah...coming again...ah ah..." The lewd cries, mingled with the "plop...slap...
slap..." sounds of flesh colliding, seemed both shocking and alluring; yet also distant and melodious. But when would it subside...?
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Since their rekindled affair that day, Cixi and Ronglu had frequently sought opportunities for illicit relations. Although Empress Dowager Cixi had considered emulating the mother of the Shunzhi Emperor by having her son arrange a marriage for her to the regent prince, Ronglu, she ultimately dared not bring it up.
Later, when the Tongzhi Emperor died of syphilis, Cixi, to maintain her position of regency, installed Prince Chun's son, Zaiyu, as the Guangxu Emperor. At the time, the Guangxu Emperor was only four years old, and under Cixi's powerful suppression, he was unable to accomplish anything significant throughout his life.
While Cixi's later life was not marked by numerous evil deeds, her indulgence in pleasure and her corrupt and ignorant behavior led to the rapid decline of the nation, resulting in foreign aggression and partition, for which she was truly guilty of unforgivable crimes.
Although Empress Dowager Cixi, in her final moments, said, "...From now on, women should no longer be allowed to participate in state affairs; this must be strictly limited and handled with utmost care. In particular, eunuchs must not be allowed to seize power. The story of the late Ming Dynasty can serve as a lesson for our dynasty...", Cixi's words, "A dying person's words are good," came too late. Cixi is gone, but she left behind a debt that her descendants can never repay, and a shame that can never be washed away...
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