Chapter 109 of Ten Scenes Satin

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A young man sighed and said, "The Oirats have launched an attack and have already reached Datong. These are urgent military reports." The woman said, "The Oirats? Aren't the Oirats always at peace with us? They even sent envoys to pay tribute a few days ago." The young man said, "Yes. I have already sent someone to find you, sir, so we can discuss countermeasures."

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong quietly approached the pavilion, hiding behind a rockery and flowers. Looking over, they saw an octagonal pavilion where a man in a dragon robe, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, looked troubled. Beside him sat a woman in brocade robes, presumably a concubine in the palace. She was extremely beautiful, truly one in a million, and her demeanor was captivating. Four palace maids served the two of them. This young

man was Zhu Qizhen, the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty, whose reign title was Zhengtong. He would be known in later history as Emperor Yingzong. The Zhengtong Emperor had reigned for fourteen years. Since the death of Empress Dowager Zhang, power had been concentrated in the hands of the eunuch Wang Zhen, leading to widespread corruption and chaos in the court. Wen Yuan, listening to Zhengtong's words, secretly shook his head, thinking, "The 'scholar' the emperor is referring to is most likely Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen may be adept at manipulating power and possess some cleverness, but he may not have real learning. Can he truly handle such important military matters?"

The woman was one of Zhengtong's favorite concubines, titled Consort Hui. She had no talent whatsoever in matters of state and was merely keeping Zhengtong company with jokes and laughter, while offering him wine. Zhengtong was troubled and restless, repeatedly raising and lowering his wine cup, clearly unable to find peace until Wang Zhen arrived.

A moment later, a young eunuch came to report, "Your Majesty, Eunuch Wang has arrived." Zhengtong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly said, "Please come in, please come in!" The young eunuch hurriedly withdrew, and a moment later, a middle-aged eunuch approached, his demeanor rather cunning. It was none other than Wang Zhen, the powerful eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial. Zhengtong went to greet him, saying, "Sir, you've finally arrived. The Oirat Mongols have invaded Datong. In your opinion, what should be done?" Wang Zhen seemed nonchalant, smiling, "Your Majesty need not worry, I already have a plan."

This Wang Zhen had been castrated and entered the palace as a child, serving in the Inner Study. When Zhengtong was still the Crown Prince, he served him in his studies, diligently trying to please him. From a young age, Zhengtong had taken a liking to this eloquent and clever eunuch, later addressing him as "Sir." After assuming personal rule, he appointed Wang Zhen to the position of Directorate of Ceremonial. In the Ming Dynasty, the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs had a position called the "Grand Secretary Eunuch," responsible for presenting memorials from ministers to the emperor. After Emperor Xuanzong, many eunuchs received literary instruction in the Inner Study Hall, acquiring some knowledge. These individuals frequently served as Grand Secretary Eunuchs, and sometimes the emperor even had trusted Grand Secretary Eunuchs draft and approve documents on his behalf. Emperor Zhengtong, young and in his spare time, would often play and make merry with his concubines. It was precisely at these times that Wang Zhen would present memorials. Emperor Zhengtong, impatient, would often simply say, "You handle these matters!" without any regard for the content of the memorials. Wang Zhen, of course, was more than happy to oblige, and without needing to fathom the emperor's intentions, would simply relay his own ideas to the ministers. Emperor Zhengtong's reliance on Wang Zhen to this extent was tantamount to handing over immense power. Wang Zhen's arrogance and authority were unmatched in the court.

On this particular day, urgent military news arrived: the Oirat Mongols had invaded, and upon investigation, Wang Zhen was also implicated. The Oirat were originally a Mongol tribe, descendants of the Yuan Dynasty. At that time, the Oirat Khan was Toghtoa Bukha, while Grand Tutor Esen held power, leaving Toghtoa Bukha with only the empty title of Khan. Esen had sent envoys to pay tribute of horses in exchange for goods and rewards from the Ming Dynasty, thus maintaining peace between the two countries. Esen

harbored ambitions and intended to invade the Central Plains, but lacked a pretext; an army without a just cause was insufficient to convince others, so he delayed taking action. However, after Wang Zhen seized power, in order to extort gold and silver, he greatly reduced the rewards given to the Oirat and lowered the price the Oirat received for exchanging horses at the "horse market." The Oirat envoys sent to pay tribute of horses numbered two thousand, but falsely claimed three thousand, intending to obtain more rewards. However, their trick was seen through, and the Ministry of Rites awarded rewards according to the actual number, denying all those who had falsely claimed rewards. The requested gold and silk were also reduced to only 20%.

Esen was filled with shame and anger, and felt that the Ming Dynasty had intentionally humiliated him, so he launched a large-scale invasion, with Datong bearing the brunt of the attack. At the very first clash, Wu Hao, the military commander of Datong, was killed in battle. On the same day, Song Ying, the Marquis of Xining, and Zhu Mian, the Earl of Wujin, led troops to the rescue, clashing with the Oirat Mongols at Yanghe, where both were killed in action. The Oirat cavalry swept through the Ming army like a whirlwind, and alarms rained down on the capital. Emperor Zhengtong was understandably anxious and immediately sought advice from his most trusted advisor, Mr. Wang Zhen.

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong, hiding behind the artificial hill, overheard Wang Zhen's confident words, exchanged a glance, and shook their heads in complete disapproval. Zhengtong was overjoyed and kept urging, "What brilliant plan do you have, sir?" Wang Zhen smiled and said slowly, "Our dynasty's founding emperors, Taizu and Chengzu, were both personally experienced in battle.

Emperor Taizu drove the Mongol Tartars out of the Central Plains, destroyed the Yuan Dynasty, and established this great Ming Dynasty. What divine might that was! Emperor Chengzu also personally led several campaigns against the Tartars and Oirats, greatly enhancing the nation's prestige. Today, it is only the Oirats who are invading. Can they possibly defeat the Yuan Dynasty's army of yesteryear? With the strength of our dynasty's military, why should we worry about not being able to repel the enemy?" Zhengtong nodded in agreement.

Wang Zhen continued, "Your Majesty is in the prime of your life, with your strength at its peak. The Oirat dares to invade our borders; this is the perfect opportunity for Your Majesty to make a name for yourself. Your Majesty can personally lead a large army, personally leading the expedition, and use Your Majesty's divine power to subdue these barbaric barbarians. You can then bring the entire northern desert under the control of the Ming Dynasty, creating a great achievement comparable to that of Emperor Taizu. Wouldn't that be a monumental feat for all ages?"

Hearing this, Wen Yuan was utterly bewildered, thinking, "This Wang Zhen is indeed a mediocre talent! The situation when Emperor Taizu conquered the world is vastly different from now; how can they be compared?" "What good would it do for the emperor to personally lead an expedition? We should immediately dispatch elite troops and capable generals to the front lines to provide relief and resist the Oirat advance. Why must the emperor personally go?" Little Murong also felt that Wang Zhen's words were too rash, thinking, "No matter how muddle-headed the emperor is, he wouldn't be so stupid as to listen to this plan, would he? This can't even be considered a plan."

Unexpectedly, Zhengtong clapped his hands and said, "Exactly! Very good, then please quickly summon all the officials, I will issue an edict to personally lead an expedition against the Oirat." Wang Zhen said happily, "Your Majesty is wise and decisive, truly inheriting the spirit of our ancestors."

This "imperial expedition" was decided in just a few words. Wen Yuan and Little Murong were stunned, both thinking, "How could such a thing happen?" The two looked at each other blankly, feeling both incredulous and absurd.

Little Murong leaned close to Wen Yuan's ear and whispered, "This emperor is a fool. He might just be going to lead this imperial expedition until he's immortal." Wen Yuan remained silent, thinking to himself, "The emperor is the supreme ruler of the country; every move he makes affects the nation. Such a hasty decision to launch an expedition could lead to endless trouble."

He overheard Zheng Tong and Wang Zhen discussing something, but nothing more came of it. Wang Zhen then withdrew to gather the officials. Wen Yuan and Little Murong had sneaked into the palace to find out what Lu Daoren and Wang Zhen were talking about. Seeing Wang Zhen leave, they were about to secretly follow him, but Wang Zhen was heading in the other direction from the pavilion. If they followed, they would have to pass through the pavilion, which would immediately expose them to the emperor and his entourage. Knocking out palace maids and eunuchs was one thing, but if he knocked out the emperor, chaos would ensue.

As Wen Yuan pulled Xiao Murong along, intending to quietly bypass the octagonal pavilion, Consort Hui suddenly said, "Your Majesty, are you really going to personally lead the expedition? There are sandstorms in the north, and the climate is terrible. Your Majesty should take care of your health. Perhaps you shouldn't go!" Zhengtong said, "This idea came from the Master, so he must have his reasons. I trust him. Back then, during the Luchuan Rebellion, the Master insisted on sending troops. Although there were many who opposed him in the court, didn't we still win? This time, I will take Long Yuqing with me and order him to protect me. That should ensure everything goes smoothly."

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong had already started to leave, but upon hearing Zhengtong mention Long Yuqing, they immediately became alert, stopped, and remained hidden behind the artificial hill. Consort Hui asked, "Isn't Long Yuqing supposed to be guarding the ancestral tombs? Why does Your Majesty want him to accompany you?" Zhengtong replied, "My dear consort, you don't know this. Long Yuqing is exceptionally skilled, even surpassing Yang Hong, Shi Heng, and Fan Zhong. There is no general in the court as brave as him. With him by our side, we will have a greater chance of victory in this battle." Wen Yuan thought to himself, "Speaking of generals, they don't necessarily need to have the abilities of Long Yuqing. They should be well-versed in military strategy and know how to attack, defend, advance, and retreat. This is different from what martial arts masters seek. However, even the emperor may not be able to distinguish between them." Consort

Hui sighed, "Your Majesty, while you are away on campaigns, I am left alone in the palace. I don't know how lonely I am. How can I bear this worry day and night?" Her implication was that she still did not want Zhengtong to personally lead the campaign against the Oirat Mongols.

When Emperor Zhengtong was young, after listening to Wang Zhen's words, he thought the Oirats were merely border barbarians. Even if they were temporarily powerful, how could they be a match for the Ming Dynasty's imperial army? From the reigns of Emperors Renzong and Xuanzong until the death of the Empress Dowager, the country had been peaceful and prosperous. At this time, the government had already fallen into Wang Zhen's hands. It was laughable that Emperor Zhengtong trusted Wang Zhen so much, unaware of his reckless actions. He thought the world was peaceful and stable, and even if the Oirats invaded, there was nothing to fear. Although Consort Hui tried to persuade him, he ignored her like a passing breeze. He smiled, embraced Consort Hui, and said, "My dear consort, do not worry. After I return victorious, I will come to make merry with you again." He then waved his hand to the side and said, "You may all leave!" The palace maids obeyed and withdrew, heading towards the artificial hill. Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong quietly moved aside, avoiding the palace maids' path.

After the four palace maids left, Xiao Murong whispered, "If we listen any further, it seems they won't be talking about anything important with Long Yuqing." Wen Yuan nodded and said, "Let's go after Wang Zhen." However, the two were distracted by Zhengtong's words for a moment, and Wang Zhen had already gone far away, disappearing to some palace. They couldn't catch up with him now. Xiao Murong whispered, "The emperor wants him to summon the officials immediately. He probably doesn't have time to see Lu Daoren. Let's wait a bit. The emperor will meet with Wang Zhen again later to issue an edict, and then we can follow him." Wen Yuan said, "That's one way..."

Suddenly, they heard a few soft moans coming from the pavilion, seemingly from Consort Hui. After a few soft "hmm" sounds, Consort Hui called out softly, "Your Majesty...ah...ah ah..." After a few more calls, Emperor Zhengtong laughed, "I'm about to go on a campaign, and I won't see you for quite a while. You'd better do your best today." Consort Hui gasped, "Your Majesty...I know...ah, Your Majesty...come..."

Wen Yuan and Xiao Murong exchanged silent glances, finally understanding why Emperor Zhengtong had dismissed the palace maids. It turned out he intended to take Consort Hui's favor in this pavilion. He must have been in a good mood after hearing Wang Zhen's encouragement, and Consort Hui's soft words and charming expression had stirred his interest. Seeing that Xiao Murong's face was flushed, Wen Yuan felt quite embarrassed and said softly, "Let's find another place to wait." Xiao Murong whispered, "Where can we go? If we go too far, we won't be able to hear or see anything, and we won't even know if the emperor leaves." Wen Yuan was at a loss and could only say, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Xiao Murong hadn't expected to encounter such a situation, and her cheeks flushed red. She whispered, "Since we can't leave, we can only stay. What else can we do? We'll just not listen or look." Hearing Consort Hui's moans coming from her ears, Wen Yuan hesitated, thinking to himself, "Not looking is fine, but how can we not hear them just because we don't want to?" He had no idea what to do at the moment, so he covered his ears with his hands, but the delicate voices still drifted in bit by bit.

Little Murong felt flustered. She braced herself against the artificial hill with one hand, gently placing the other on her chest, taking a few deep breaths. Her eyelashes fluttered occasionally. Turning to look at Wen Yuan, she saw him covering his ears and couldn't help but chuckle. She whispered, "So you think you can't hear me like this?" Wen Yuan replied, "I can't hear you." Little Murong laughed, "Really? Then how do you know what I just said?" Wen Yuan smiled and said, "It's your voice, of course I can hear it clearly."

Little Murong blushed, suddenly wrapped her arms around Wen Yuan's neck, and gently kissed him twice, whispering, "They're doing it, I want it too."

Wen Yuan was startled, gently pushing Little Murong away, and whispered, "Xiao Yin, don't be silly, this is the forbidden garden of the imperial palace." Just as he finished speaking, Consort Hui suddenly let out a series of seductive moans, extremely alluring. It seemed they hadn't yet gotten to the main event; he wondered what Zheng Tong had done to her. Little Murong squinted slightly, her fingers lightly touching her lips, and smiled sweetly, saying softly, "So what if it's the palace? We can do it quietly, that'll be fine. You...you haven't slept with me these past few days, I really want it."

Wen Yuan didn't expect Little Murong to be so bold, and he panicked, thinking, "Do it quietly? Absolutely impossible. When Xiao Yin gets into it, she can't control anything, and she'll definitely be discovered." He shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Let's do it when we get back, it won't work here." As he spoke, Consort Hui cried out softly, and her panting became heavy, but there wasn't a single tender word of love; her joyful sounds were particularly filled with lust.

Little Murong tilted her head slowly, pouting her cherry lips, and said, "I just want to do it here. It's a rare opportunity to come here. If you don't agree, I'll never talk to you again." Wen Yuan's heart stirred, thinking, "Xiao Yin said the same thing to Brother Murong, and now she's saying it to me." He knew that Murong Xiu was Little Murong's only close relative, and his position in her heart was irreplaceable. These words clearly showed that he and Murong Xiu were now equals, or even the most important person to Little Murong.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuan couldn't help but gently hug Little Murong and whisper in her ear, "If you don't talk to me, I can't live." Hearing this, Little Murong felt a sweet sensation, smiled shyly, and whispered, "Alright, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. We can do it again when we get back." She had been attracted by the intimate scene between Zheng Tong and Consort Hui, and was excited and aroused, suddenly having the idea of being intimate with Wen Yuan. Now, she sobered up a bit and knew that this idea was too far-fetched, so she immediately dismissed the idea. Hearing Consort Hui's cries, his heart remained restless. Curiosity stirred, and he peeked out towards the pavilion beyond the artificial hill. There,

he saw a half-naked beauty, her upper body reclining on a round stone table, her chest completely exposed. Her full, snowy breasts were being kneaded and manipulated by Zhengtong, as if trying to squeeze something out—no wonder Consort Hui's cries were so ecstatic. Zhengtong

, his dragon robe removed but still wearing trousers, was already unable to resist. After touching Consort Hui a few times, he reached for his belt, but it was difficult to undo with one hand. Consort Hui was panting heavily, her eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears, beads of sweat glistening on her fair skin—she too was aroused. Little Murong glanced at it and felt her face burning. She quickly shrank back and nestled into Wen Yuan's arms, whispering, "They...they're about to start." Wen Yuan hummed in agreement and whispered, "Don't go looking." He tightened his arms around Little Murong, a surge of heat rising in his lower body. Looking at Little Murong's flushed cheeks, a mixture of shyness and allure, he couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

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