Rebirth in the Ming Dynasty: The Rise of a New Era (1-2)

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Chapter One

In the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, Beijing was blanketed in heavy snow, the howling north wind biting cold. Pedestrians hurried along ,
trudging through the thick snow.

A young man in fine clothes looked with pity at the frozen corpses on a street corner. He waved his hand, and several
guards protecting him immediately took the bodies away for disposal.

The Ming Dynasty, teetering on the brink of collapse, was still in its most vulnerable state.
Many people were dying of hunger and cold, and the plight in other regions was indescribable.

The guards escorted the young man into the restaurant, where, led by the manager, they went to a private room. The head guard accompanied the young
man into the room, while the others guarded the door. A strong, burly man cautiously tasted each
dish served, making the waiter tremble with fear; he realized this group was no ordinary people.

The young man gazed at the sky through the window, his youthful face filled with melancholy.

The fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign was a turbulent year, arguably the year that utterly crippled the Ming Dynasty. Natural disasters and man-made calamities
struck one after another. First, Zu Dashou surrendered to the Qing, and Hong Chengchou was defeated and captured, leading to the complete fall of the Ming Dynasty beyond the Great Wall. Drought

and locust plagues struck the Central Plains, forcing many to resort
to cannibalism, a truly horrific tragedy. Earthquakes struck Shanxi, Shaanxi, and Henan provinces, causing countless deaths and injuries.

Li Zicheng swept through the Central Plains, forcing the court to declare that no more officials would be stationed in Henan. The Qing army invaded Shandong,
killing thousands of Ming officials, including the Prince of Lu, and looting treasures, grain, cattle, and sheep. The population exceeded one million.

Not long ago, it was heard that Li Zicheng had captured Xiangyang, and Sun Chuanting had led his troops in pursuit, achieving some minor victories. However,
the young man knew that Sun Chuanting had fallen into a trap set by the rebels and was about to die in the chaos of battle.

He sighed deeply. A young college student in the 21st century should be enjoying the prime of his life, with a
wealthy family, loving parents, and a happy and fulfilling life. But for some reason, after just one night's sleep,
he woke up as Zhu Cilang, the crown prince of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign. Ancient life was nothing like the idyllic existence modern people imagine.

Every day was a monotonous repetition, studying classical texts and taking his attendants for a stroll around
Beijing. He slept as soon as it got dark, with no internet, no video games, and no modern
entertainment.

But these weren't the worst parts. The worst part was the soul of a modern person so out of place in this era.

Born into an age of supposed equality, this college student experienced for the first time what a rigidly hierarchical feudal
society was like.

In the palace, his clothing, lodging, behavior, and speech were all strictly controlled. Having just transmigrated,
he often acted in ways incompatible with this era, incurring the emperor's wrath. He was nearly deposed as crown prince,
and some of his suggestions in court aroused the suspicion of Emperor Chongzhen.

If it weren't for his birth mother, Empress Zhou, kneeling and fainting outside Chongzhen's palace, his whereabouts would
be unknown.

Zhu Cilang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. As a modern person, he didn't want to suffer like this. If he were born into
an ordinary family, what difference would it make whether he was a subject of the Ming Dynasty or a commoner of the Qing Dynasty?

But he had transmigrated into Zhu Cilang's body. Who was he? What was his identity? The crown prince of the Ming Dynasty,
the next emperor of the Ming court. From the history he knew, the Manchus massacred Ming Dynasty members, and
even the seventy- or eighty-year-old Zhu Cilang couldn't escape being killed.

As for Li Zicheng, he clearly remembered that Zhu Cilang was captured by Li Zicheng in the historical records,
and after Li Zicheng's defeat, he completely disappeared from the historical stage. Even leaving a complete corpse would be difficult.

Forced by circumstances, Zhu Cilang could only do his utmost to protect the Ming Dynasty and thus preserve himself.

However, as the crown prince, he was constrained by many political factors. Sensitive powers, such as military and financial power,
were not within his reach.

The emperor was only thirty years old, in the prime of his life. Chongzhen was a harsh, suspicious, and stubborn man
. Dozens of Grand Secretaries had been replaced in a single day. Moreover, in the first few days after his arrival, Zhu Cilang had behaved
in many disrespectful ways, incurring Chongzhen's displeasure.

Zhu Cilang sighed deeply, burying his face in the steam rising from his teacup.
Zhang Baoguo, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard responsible for protecting him, felt uneasy. The crown prince seemed to have suddenly become a different person recently. Although some of his behavior
was frivolous and rude, violating etiquette, he had been much kinder to his brothers in the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

The Ming Dynasty is currently in dire straits, and it's common knowledge that the national treasury is so empty it could starve rats. The last
time we received our pay was several years ago. Even we, these so-called imperial guards, are penniless, our
tattered clothes patched inside and out; we're more like beggars than imperial guards.

Ever since the Crown Prince inspected us at the drill ground, a large portion of the long-overdue pay has been paid
. I heard from the eunuch in charge of the palace that the Crown Prince obtained five thousand taels of silver from the Empress to pay our
military pay.

With the year-end approaching, we can not only buy some new clothes but also treat our children to a decent
meal. Without the Crown Prince's favor, one can only imagine what this winter would have been like. Besides, the Crown Prince
is kind and considerate, looking down on us poor soldiers, even willing to share his rations and
train with us. With the Crown Prince treating people this way, his subjects would naturally be willing to give their lives for him.

Zhang Baoguo's eyes darted around, and he secretly leaned close to Zhu Cilang's ear: "Your Highness, I have an idea,
but I don't know if I should say it."

Zhu Cilang forced a smile: "Baoguo, please speak freely, I'm listening."

Zhang Baoguo gave a wink, and the guards on either side filed out. Only the two of them remained in the room. Only then did he
slowly speak: "Your Highness is wise. His Majesty is in the prime of his life, in the most vigorous of years. He wishes
he could handle all affairs of the realm alone, which is why you are constrained and unable to be at ease in the capital. Perhaps you
could start with the Empress, have her whisper in His Majesty's ear, and secure a post to oversee the country in the south, so you can fully utilize your
talents and serve the nation."

Zhu Cilang smiled bitterly and said, "You don't understand, but my private military reviews and living and eating with the soldiers have greatly displeased my father . Now, let alone overseeing the country in the south, I'm not even allowed to
speak a word or offer a suggestion at court . How difficult the journey south is!"

Zhang Baoguo shook his head: "This matter isn't too difficult. If Her Majesty the Empress is willing to set aside her status and
reconcile with Consort Tian, and find a Grand Secretary as a tutor for Prince Yong, then this matter will surely succeed."

Zhu Cilang looked troubled: "Well, my mother has always been at odds with Consort Tian, and has repeatedly reprimanded her. Alas,
with her proud and stubborn nature, how could she possibly do that?"

"Your Highness! What time is it? You're still thinking about these things. His Majesty favors Consort Tian, and considers her
feelings in everything. Prince Yong is still young; when he grows up, he might bring many adverse effects to Your Highness."

Zhu Cilang did want to explain to Zhang Baoguo that Consort Tian wouldn't live past this autumn, but then he thought, "
Yes, since Consort Tian won't live past this year, why worry?" Once that woman is dead,
what trouble can that little brat Prince Yong cause? It's only been two years since Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself.

Thinking of this, Zhu Cilang forgot to eat and hurriedly returned to the palace with his guards. As long as he successfully reached Nanjing,
and Chongzhen died, he would be the emperor of the entire Ming Dynasty. Although the north was devastated and broken, the entire wealthy
south was firmly in his grasp.

Historically, the Southern Ming had many opportunities to turn the tide, but it gradually perished due to power struggles and internal strife among various factions
. Fundamentally, it lacked a powerful member of the imperial family to consolidate
the strength of the southern Ming army. But who was he? The Crown Prince of Ming, Zhu Cilang. Once Chongzhen hanged himself, legally
, no one could question the legitimacy of his rule. This was something the previous emperors of the Southern Ming lacked
.

If he managed the south well, he could launch a northern expedition to the Central Plains within twenty years, sweeping away the Manchus. He might even expand the territory and
achieve a Ming Dynasty revival.

Zhu Cilang grew increasingly excited. Returning to the palace to change into ordinary clothes, he led several eunuchs to the Kunning Palace to pay his respects to his mother, the Empress
. This marked a significant step in his plan.

The Qianning Palace was the residence of the Ming Dynasty empress, corresponding to the emperor's Qianqing Palace. However, with the nation facing increasing difficulties, the
Empress, to set an example, had reduced the number of palace staff. Therefore, this vast palace was only
attended by two of the Empress's personal maids at the entrance. Zhu Cilang dismissed his attendants and entered the palace alone.

In the empty palace, a petite woman dressed in plain cloth was intently mending clothes. Zhu
Cilang coughed softly and bowed deeply, saying, "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

The woman then raised her head, put down her needlework, and rose from the bed. She was both surprised and excited:
"It's the Crown Prince... Get up, get up, let your mother take a good look at you."

With that, she took Zhu Cilang's arm, and he stood up naturally. After all, modern people don't
like to kneel, even in front of their parents. It's not disrespectful, just that the custom of kneeling doesn't exist.

He stood up and looked down at the body's biological mother—the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.
He was greatly surprised when he first saw this most noble woman in the world. She wasn't like the glamorous,
low-cut robes and elaborately styled hairpins of palace ladies in dramas. Instead
, she wore simple plain clothes, her hair simply tied up with a ribbon and secured with a plain hairpin. Her petite and slender
appearance made it impossible to tell she was a mother of four. Standing before the tall, imposing Crown Prince, nearly 1.8 meters tall, this mother
appeared almost childlike, probably only about 1.6 meters with shoes on.

Her simple, elegant face exuded maternal dignity and solemnity. If one disregarded her figure
, she possessed a certain regal bearing befitting an empress. However, to be honest, after being accustomed to modern, voluptuous beauties
, a petite, slender woman like the Empress, with her modest bust and unremarkable figure, was indeed unappealing
. Aside from her striking face and flawless skin, she had nothing else to offer.

Dressed simply in plain clothes, without makeup, and with a serious expression, she was hardly arousing any interest
.

Looking at the Consort Yuan and Consort Tian, whom Emperor Chongzhen had favored before, it became clear that Empress Zhou, his first wife, was
no longer arousing his sexual desire. Empress Zhou had given birth to four children in the first five years, demonstrating her favored status. However, she bore no more children for over a decade afterward
, and anyone with discerning eyes could understand her awkward situation.

The Empress came from a humble background; from a young age, she was skilled in household chores, cooking, washing clothes, weaving, embroidery, and needlework. She

also loved reading classics and history, possessing considerable refinement. However, she was serious and somewhat rigid in her adherence to rules, and she lacked
knowledge of singing, dancing, and playing musical instruments. Compared to the most outstanding concubines in the land, she appeared somewhat overshadowed.

Recently, the Empress had been having a very difficult time. A while ago, because she disliked Consort Tian's arrogant and spoiled
behavior, she deliberately kept her waiting outside for a while when she came to visit. Consort Yuan, who came after Consort Tian,
chatted for an hour.

Afterward, although Consort Tian was allowed into the palace, the Empress remained silent with a somber expression throughout. Humiliated,
Consort Tian immediately complained to Emperor Chongzhen, tearfully recounting the Empress's actions. The enraged Chongzhen Emperor stormed into the
Qianning Palace, shoving the Empress to the ground before storming off after a heated argument.

The Crown Prince's unexpected visit today had truly delighted her. She took her son's hand and sat down on the couch with him
. She poured two cups of hot tea: "It's freezing cold today, and there are no fresh fruits or vegetables. My son, please have a cup of tea
to warm yourself and ward off the chill."

Zhu Cilang smiled and replied, holding the cup in his hands; the warmth dispelled much of the cold. After
a while, he put down the teacup and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't visited you for some time. I've been quite worried lately
, and haven't been able to sleep at night. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."

Empress Zhou held the Crown Prince's hand with concern: "My son, are you afraid because of your father's punishment?"

Zhu Cilang shook his head, bowing his head in silence.

Empress Zhou asked urgently, "Is it because your father and mother quarreled that you are sad?"

Zhu Cilang shook his head again and said softly, "Your subject is not afraid. I know that Father and Mother are a loving couple,
and naturally they would not let a small matter damage their relationship."

Empress Zhou was somewhat puzzled, "Then what is it that you are sad about, my son?"

Zhu Cilang said, word by word, "Does Mother know that our Great Ming Dynasty is in danger of collapsing at any moment!"

Empress Zhou cried out in alarm, her cherry lips parted in fear. She quickly went to the palace gate, dismissed the palace servants, and closed the gate.
The palace gates were closed. She then returned, saying, "My son, you mustn't speak nonsense! How could you utter such absurd words? If your father
hears you, you'll be severely reprimanded!"

Zhu Cilang sighed helplessly, "Mother, you should know that I have a group of Imperial Guards under my command. Just today,
they brought me an urgent message."

Empress Zhou gripped his hand tightly, asking anxiously, "What message? Why doesn't your father know?"

"General Sun Chuanting was defeated by the rebel Li Zicheng in Henan. Tens of thousands of his troops were wiped out, with only a thousand or so
retreating to Tongguan under his command. Tongguan has only about three thousand men; how could they possibly withstand Li Zicheng's hundreds of thousands of troops? In an instant
, Tongguan fell, and with no further obstacles in the Guandong region, Li Zicheng's army is poised to strike Beijing. Our Great Ming is in grave danger!"

Empress Zhou felt a sudden dizziness; this horrifying news dealt a heavy blow to her
heart. "My son, are you sure this is true? This…this…this…"

Zhu Cilang nodded, remaining silent, staring intently at his mother's pale face. After a while, he
slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, I have a plan that might save our Great Ming from this crisis." Empress Zhou was still somewhat unsettled,
only gesturing for him to continue.

Zhu Cilang softly said: "Let me go to Nanjing to handle affairs and temporarily assume the regency!"

"What???!!! Temporarily acting as regent???" Empress Zhou was extremely surprised: "Although your father is
extremely busy, he is still energetic and in good health. How could he possibly let you act as regent?"

Zhu Cilang chuckled: "I heard that Mother is proficient in medicine and in charge of the palace's meals, so I just need
to add a little something to Father's food..."

With a slap, a bright red handprint appeared on Zhu Cilang's left cheek. Empress Zhou, trembling with rage
, raised her hand, furious. She roared, "You unfilial son! How dare you utter such utterly immoral and inhumane words! Do you
really think I dare not punish you?"

Seeing another slap about to fall, Zhu Cilang gripped his mother's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Mother!

What time is it? This is a critical moment of national subjugation and annihilation! Think about it, with Father's temperament,
can he lead our Ming Dynasty through this crisis? If the capital falls, my father and I will both perish, and how can Mother survive? Even
if Mother..." "If I'm lucky enough to survive, I'll likely become the captive of those rebels, spending my life being wantonly defiled by them. When I grow
old and lose my beauty, I'll be given to a soldier as a wife, or worse, become a camp prostitute. Must I wait until all of this
happens, until it's irreversible, before I can prove my son right?"

Empress Zhou sat down on the couch, murmuring, "Your mother is not one to fear death. If that's truly the case, a
white silk ribbon will end my life. My son, do not worry. It's just that no matter what..." "I will never help you commit such a beastly act."

Zhu Cilang was inwardly unconvinced, but still put on an act: "Mother! I am not a coward,
but how can I bear to think of my diligent and wise father, my gentle and virtuous mother, and my lovely, innocent younger siblings facing such a
tragedy?" He paused, then changed the subject: "However—I have another method
that might work!"

Empress Zhou was taken aback: "My son, please tell me, what is it?"

"Your Majesty," he said, "I know there are many conflicts between you and Consort Tian. If I propose the trip south, Consort Tian will surely
obstruct it. Given Father's favor towards her, my plan will undoubtedly fail. Therefore, I hope Your Majesty will take the initiative
to visit Consort Tian and apologize, offering her substantial benefits to gain her help." He gritted his teeth as he spoke, "If it is truly difficult
to persuade her, Your Majesty might suggest finding a Grand Secretary of the Inner Cabinet to tutor Prince Yong, implying that she might be willing
to relinquish the position of Crown Prince."

Empress Zhou slumped down, seemingly lost in thought. Zhu Cilang dared not say anything more; he understood that
he had said everything he needed to say. Saying anything more would only cause further complications. After a long while, Empress Zhou
finally said softly, "My son, please go back first. Let your mother think about it some more."

"It's done!" Zhu Cilang suppressed a smile. His stubborn mother had actually accepted his plan
. Although she kept saying she would consider it, she had already accepted it in her heart. So he said, "Your subject takes his
leave," and left Qianning Palace.

Empress Zhou lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The exquisitely crafted woodblock prints sent
chills down her spine. She made up her mind, opened the palace gates, and sternly ordered the palace maids standing at a distance, "Someone, help me
change into my phoenix robe!"

Chapter Two

It was already late. Consort Tian had just finished playing Cuju (an ancient Chinese football game) with Emperor Chongzhen, feeling sore and sticky all over. She had just
ordered her maids to boil water for a bath when she heard a palace maid outside the door shout in a shrill voice, "The Empress has arrived!"

Consort Tian cursed inwardly, "That vile woman really knows how to pick her time," and knelt down after putting on her clothes. A few moments later
, a pair of golden boots appeared before her, and a clear, cold female voice rang out before her: "Sister, there's no need for formalities, quickly
rise."

Consort Tian took a step back and straightened up. The prince, somewhat irritated, looked at the Empress: "I wonder
what brings Your Majesty here so suddenly? I just finished exercising with His Majesty and am preparing to bathe and change."

The Empress's face darkened, but remembering her purpose for coming, she turned to
the two trusted female officials of Consort Tian in the room and said, "You two may leave now. I have something to discuss with your Ladyship!"

The two female officials remained unmoved, turning to Consort Tian, who nodded in satisfaction: "Shiqin and Shihua, you
may leave now. Wait outside the door, and I'll see what Her Majesty has to say."

With that, the two female officials bowed and backed out of the palace gate. Consort Tian, rubbing her calves listlessly,
asked lazily, "Your Majesty, please speak. How do you intend to torment me this time?"

The Empress sat down beside her. "I'm not here for what you think. I... no, I—actually,
I've come to apologize to you."

Consort Tian was taken aback, then covered her mouth and chuckled. "What are you saying, Your Majesty? You are the mistress of the harem,
the Emperor's principal wife in charge of the inner court. How could I, a mere concubine, be worthy of your apology?" Her eyes darted around, and
she teased, "Could it be that Your Majesty has a favor to ask of me?"

Empress Zhou, unwilling to beat around the bush, said directly, "Consort Tian is indeed clever. To be honest, I do have
a favor to ask of you."

Consort Tian glanced at her: "I knew it would be like this. Tell me, if I can do it, I certainly will."

Empress Zhou then told Consort Tian about Zhu Cilang's discussion with her about going south. Consort Tian thought that
it seemed reasonable for the Crown Prince to go to Nanjing to learn how to handle official affairs. Besides, she had heard that the Crown Prince was foolish and stubborn. If he messed up a few things,
wouldn't it make it easier for her son, Prince Yong, to ascend the throne?

However, she was unwilling to simply give in to the Empress's wishes: "Doing this is not difficult, but—I wonder
what price Your Majesty is willing to pay for me?"

Empress Zhou replied without hesitation: "As long as you ask, I will definitely do it."

Consort Tian thought with disdain, "So you're already calling me 'sister'?" She said sarcastically, "Does that mean
if I want to wear your phoenix robe, you'll agree too?"

Empress Zhou hesitated for a moment, but still said emphatically, "Of course!"

"Haha, hahahahaha." Consort Tian couldn't help but laugh loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Interesting. So, sister, are you going to show your sincerity?"

Empress Zhou looked at her, puzzled. "What does my sister want you to do?"

Consort Tian smiled charmingly and extended her embroidered shoes. "As long as Your Majesty obeys my arrangements tonight,
I will certainly fulfill your request. Come, let's exchange clothes first! I've been eyeing this phoenix robe
for a long time." With that, Consort Tian slipped off her palace skirt and tossed it aside. Her undergarments couldn't conceal her
alluring figure.

Consort Tian was already voluptuous and tall, with a captivatingly curvaceous figure. She was skilled in singing and dancing, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy,
and painting, and even a skilled archer, capable of hitting a target from a hundred paces away. She was the most talented woman in the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, no matter how great her abilities, they
couldn't overcome the difference in their social status. In her eyes, Empress Zhou, apart from cooking, washing clothes, and weaving—the skills of a peasant woman—
could not compare to her talents. In terms of appearance, they were both beautiful in their own way, but Consort Tian was skilled at dressing
herself, making her far more radiant than the Empress in her plain cloth dress
. As for her figure, at 1.7 meters tall, her full breasts and firm, shapely buttocks were something the Empress, with her slender
frame, lacked. Furthermore, her regular horseback riding gave her considerable strength in her waist and abdomen; her long, shapely legs could easily captivate any man. Therefore, she decided to
give this woman who had come to her doorstep a good lesson tonight.

Empress Zhou also removed her phoenix robe, neatly folded it, and handed it to Consort Tian. With the Empress's help
, Consort Tian dressed and admired herself in the mirror. The phoenix robe was custom-made to fit the Empress's figure, so it was somewhat
tight and short, and her red embroidered shoes swayed proudly with their owner.

Empress Zhou bent down, preparing to pick up the clothes Consort Tian had thrown down and put them on. Consort Tian
kicked her clothes aside, shouting, "Don't wear clothes! Take off your undergarments too!"

The Empress abruptly raised her head, her bright eyes blazing with anger. Consort Tian, however, was equally fierce,
responding just as viciously.

Yet, she ultimately backed down. The Empress lowered her head, setting aside all coverings. Consort Tian
smiled triumphantly, clapped her hands, and two female officials pushed open the door and entered. They stared in astonishment at the usually aloof Empress
kneeling naked before their mistress, while their mistress, dressed in the Empress's exclusive phoenix robe, sat with
her legs crossed, beaming with pride.

While the two female officials stood there bewildered, Consort Tian cleared her throat: "What are you two standing there for?

Quickly move the ropes, candles, and whips, and bring over all your usual toys.
Her Majesty the Empress rarely comes, so I must entertain her properly."

Seeing that the Empress kneeling on the ground didn't respond, the two female officials agreed and went out to fetch the props.

Consort Tian, however, wasn't idle: "Come on, Empress, would you help me remove my shoes and socks?
My feet are so sore and tired after a long day."

A hint of humiliation flashed across Empress Zhou's face, but she quickly regained her composure and obediently carried out
the order. Two delicate, white lotus feet were quietly placed in her hands.

Consort Tian playfully pinched the Empress's nipple with her toes, while bringing her other foot to the Empress's mouth: "Come and taste
my foot, Your Majesty loves this place the most."

Her body, untouched for so long, ignited like oil meeting fire. Her sensitive nipples instantly hardened and became engorged
. The Empress, ashamed to discover how sensitive and wanton her body was, lifted Consort Tian's small foot and
took it into her mouth. A strong stench of sweat filled her mouth, but she felt no nausea or disgust; instead, she was
somewhat fascinated by the smelly feet.

Consort Tian was somewhat surprised, not expecting this woman she had always disliked to be so obedient, earnestly
sucking on her toes with a "smacking" sound. The Empress's tongue skillfully roamed between each of her toes
. All the filth was either swallowed by the Empress's saliva or dripped onto the ground.

After a thorough cleaning, Consort Tian, satisfied, hooked the Empress's chin with her foot, her narrow phoenix eyes full of mockery
: "Since elder sister is willing to do such a thing for her younger sister, then younger sister cannot refrain from reciprocating.
How about I teach elder sister to ride a horse today?" Before the Empress could react, the tall and strong Consort Tian grabbed her under the armpits and
lifted her high, leading her to a side room of the palace.

This side room was quite spacious, with only a wooden toy horse in the center. Next to the toy horse was a
wooden platform for people to step on and off. This toy horse was about the height of a person, and riding it felt just like riding a real horse
. The reciprocating base allowed the user to experience the thrill of riding a horse at full gallop.

However, this toy horse was not a tool for learning to ride. At the saddle, two smooth jade
short rods stood tall. Consort Tian whispered in the Empress's ear, "Your Majesty, you can't ride a horse, so you've probably
never experienced the pleasure of horseback intercourse. Today, I'll show you."

Just then, two maids returned with a large box. Consort Tian took out two porcelain bottles from the box
, smeared the paste inside onto the jade rod, and then used the Empress's breasts
to wipe the remaining paste off her hands.

The Empress's nipples immediately felt itchy, as if ants were crawling and
biting them. She tried to scratch, but the two maids held her arms down and tied them behind her back. Two red ropes were wrapped around her chest...
Two small mounds carved a deep groove between her breasts, and two bells jingled from her nipples.

Bound and helpless, the Empress let out a scream before a quick-thinking maid shoved a
wad of white cloth into her breasts.

Consort Tian clapped her hands and giggled, "Wonderful, wonderful! Your Majesty, you look so pitiful!"

She grabbed the bells hanging from the Empress's chest and flicked them lightly.

Two maids, standing on stools, placed the Empress's body on the wooden horse, two wooden sticks pressing against her vulva
and anus. The Empress, her face contorted with terror, cried out incoherently towards Consort Tian.

But Consort Tian refused to let her go so easily: "What are you two standing there for? Let go!"

"Waaaaah…"

Her narrow vagina and rectum were instantly destroyed, blood staining the back of the wooden horse. Tears and snot streamed down the Empress's face
, her beautiful features contorted with pain and fear.

Just then, the maidservants added fuel to the fire by shaking the rocking horse again. The two wooden sticks, moving in a steady rhythm, frantically
ravaged the Empress's already wounded vulva.

Consort Tian danced gracefully, her movements gentle and alluring, her breast bells swaying, the Empress's low, mournful moans providing
the perfect accompaniment.

At first, the bound Empress could still straighten her back and groan, but as time passed, Empress Zhou could only
lie prone on the mare's back, silently shedding tears, her small buttocks twitching occasionally with the rocking horse's swaying.

When Consort Tian finished her dance, she gave the two maidservants a signal, and Empress Zhou was freed from the rocking horse. The maidservants
threw her wounded body onto the floor. The white cloth stuffed in her mouth was also removed.

The Empress's long, sweat-drenched hair obscured half her face as she weakly pleaded, "Consort Tian...please
...summon...summon the imperial physician...my lower body...is ruined...ruined..."

The only response was a small, bound foot, its slightly smelly stomp hard on her head, accompanied by a maniacal
female voice: "You think it's over already? Not a chance!"

Hearing their mistress's command, the two maids shuddered. "Your Highness, this is the Empress
, shouldn't we summon an imperial physician first?"

Consort Tian slapped the talkative maid to the ground. "You idiot! I am
your master! Drag the Empress away!"

The two maids dared not speak further, and together they carried the Empress to a bed with four pillars. The Empress
's limbs were bound to the four corner pillars. Consort Tian handed the whip and candle to her maid, then unfastened her robes
and took out a smooth, jade-like rod, inserting it into her lower body.

The lit candle, tilting its pulley, dripped red wax, creating alternating red wax patterns and whip marks
on the Empress's jade-like body.

"Don't hit me anymore, waah, it hurts so much, please!"

"Waaah, Consort Tian, spare me, spare my daughter!"

Consort Tian snatched the whip and lashed it hard across the Empress's breasts. "Crack!"

"So arrogant and disdainful of everyone."

"Crack!" The Empress's already dried and congealed blood in her vagina was torn open again. "So you stole the
Empress's throne that should have been mine!"

The ravaged Empress was on the verge of collapse, no longer responding to the whipping.

Consort Tian sneered, reaching for a slender ceramic jade bottle from the window: "You stinking sow, playing dead, huh?
Fine, let's see if you can keep up the act." The long 　　jade bottle was brutally shoved

into the Empress's vagina, even leaving a mark on her stomach. 　　The

Empress, using all her strength, lifted her head, pleading in terror and pain, "Consort Tian… what are you… doing…
please… don't!" Consort Tian raised her jade leg high and stomped hard on the middle of the jade bottle. 　　"Begging won't work, just cry! " 　　The ceramic bottle shattered inside 　　the woman's body. "Aa 　　... He heard his wife's piercing screams and rushed frantically to the bedside. 　　The Empress, bound to the bed, had her face obscured; strands of sweat-drenched hair covered her eyes, and her usually rosy lips were now covered in bite marks. Her petite body was no longer recognizable as its original skin color; the vulva that had once held his dragon root, received his essence, and nurtured his children now resembled a smashed tomato. 　　Chongzhen grabbed the Empress's neck, screaming hysterically, "Summon the imperial physician!!!" 　　The imperial physician rushed in, but after examining her, he was at a loss. 　　"Your Majesty, this is, after all, the Empress's body. This old minister is, after all, a man. There is a difference between men and women..." 　　"Enough! The matter is urgent. Quickly treat the Empress's injuries. If anything happens to the Empress, all of you in the Imperial Hospital will lose your heads." 　　Consort Tian knelt trembling before Emperor Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, I am guilty, I deserve to die a thousand deaths, please ..." 　　Emperor Chongzhen interrupted her directly: "Consort Tian, I know you are vying for favor with the Empress, I know you harbor resentment. I dote on you and love you, and I have even reprimanded the Empress for you, but the Empress is, after all, my wife, the Empress who rules the harem of this Great Ming Dynasty, the mother of the nation. As a concubine, you are defying your superior and mistreating the Empress in this way. Do you know that this is an act of rebellion?" 　　Consort Tian pleaded tearfully, but it did not change her fate of being demoted to Qixiang Palace. 　　Three months later, Consort Tian received a letter containing only one sentence: "The biography of Huo Guang is a must-read." From then on, Consort Tian became despondent, fell seriously ill, and died within six months. 　　Only on her deathbed did she realize that it was all a trap set by Empress Zhou, using her body as bait. 　　She cursed, "You vile woman surnamed Zhou, I curse you to hang yourself from the beams of Kunning Palace." What she didn't know was that, in real history, such a world actually existed.

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