[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 8

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Chapter 47 Reencounter with Alan Nima

After many twists and turns, a mastiff and two snow leopards miraculously arrived at the royal kitchen of the Guge Kingdom, carrying two mastiff slaves.

The royal kitchen was located on a half-mountain platform, consisting of three interconnected flat-roofed earthen stone houses. Half of the stone houses were in the mountain, and the other half extended onto the platform, with a total area of about one hundred square meters. Three walls were built inside and outside the platform, and on the right side facing the mountain, there was a tall watchtower. The walls and the watchtower were equipped with defensive facilities such as crenellations and hidden holes, and dozens of fully armed royal guards patrolled back and forth on the walls.

Although the Guge King had not returned to the palace, several lower-ranking concubines still lived in the winter palace, so the stoves in the royal kitchen were always filled with smoke.

When the silver lion stepped into the kitchen and let out a low, fierce howl like rolling thunder, almost everyone in the kitchen was terrified.

Two snow leopards sauntered in, casually tossing what they were carrying onto the smooth stone floor. They strolled to a long, low table laden with steaming food and lay down elegantly, their golden-brown eyes coldly fixed on the palace servants and slaves trying to huddle into the corners.

In the Guge royal palace, snow leopards and mastiffs were the king's favorites. They could attack people at will, even maiming, killing, and devouring them without consequence. Faced with these ferocious beasts roaming freely within the palace, apart from the soldiers wielding spears and swords, none of the ordinary palace servants or slaves were not terrified and cowering in fear. At this moment, they all shrank back, heads bowed, desperately trying to minimize their presence, fearing they might be targeted and bitten by one of the beasts.

The silver lion's cold, contemptuous gaze swept over these terrified humans, seemingly quite pleased with their submission and fear. It walked up to Luo Zhu, who was still sitting on the ground, licked her nose with its long tongue, let out a low growl, and turned its head to signal her to take the food guarded by the snow leopard.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma looked at each other, and after a moment of silence, they reached a consensus. They crawled towards the long, low table at almost the same time, reaching out for the hot, fragrant food.

They weren't afraid of being scorned and cursed for abusing their power, nor were they afraid of being treated like animals. They only knew one thing clearly: to survive, they had to survive. All hope belonged to those who could survive.

Luo Zhu took a potato bun and a bowl of butter tea. The potato bun was made by boiling and peeling potatoes, mixing them with flour, then wrapping them in seasoned and stir-fried minced meat like dumplings, rolling them in dough crumbs, and finally frying them in butter. If you didn't mind the greasiness, it tasted pretty good, especially the long-lost meaty flavor, which almost made you want to swallow your tongue along with it. The addition of rich, fragrant butter tea surprisingly brought her a faint sense of happiness.

A fried potato bun with meat filling and a cup of butter tea with a gamey smell—and she felt happy?! Normally, this would be unimaginable and unbelievable. When did her sense of happiness plummet to such a terrible level? Was it the moment she was branded a slave and became one? Or the moment she lost her dignity and ate and lived with mastiffs? Her eyes suddenly stung and swelled, and her throat inexplicably spasmed and choked. She quickly tilted her head back and drank a large gulp of butter tea, forcibly forcing back the tears that were about to overflow. Sniffling, she ruthlessly dismissed those futile sentiments, and while carefully munching on her potato bun, she discreetly observed the royal kitchen—long since lost to the tides of history—through the gaps in her thin braids.

The kitchen is fully equipped with stoves, fire pits, pots, pans, and various ingredients and seasonings. The tableware includes not only blue-and-white porcelain from Central China but also vessels with distinct Nepalese and Persian influences. From the Tubo Dynasty onwards, the Tibetan Plateau had frequent exchanges with the outside world, especially with South Asia. South Asian cultures from India, Nepal, and Kashmir entered the plateau in large numbers through religion and trade. Even after the fall of the Tubo Dynasty, these exchanges continued to exist and develop under the influence of tradition. Historical records indicate that the Guge Kingdom maintained close economic and cultural ties with the outside world from its inception, primarily with South Asia, Tibet, and Central China. In Ali, from the fleeting glimpse of the Guge royal city to the resting quarters provided by Shakyamuni Buddha, and now to this royal kitchen, everything reflects the fusion of cultures and the prosperity of trade.

She was in the midst of a changing history, witnessing another branching path, yet her heart felt no excitement, only endless bitterness. She swallowed the last bite of her potato bun, lowered her eyes, and a self-deprecating smile played on her lips. Holding the porcelain bowl of butter tea in both hands, she sipped it with utmost care. This lavish food, obtained only through the power of a lackey and stripped of her dignity, had no reason to waste, not even a drop.

Gesang Zhuoma wasn't focused solely on eating. In this royal kitchen, having grown up deep in the mountains and valleys, never having ventured beyond three hundred miles in seventeen years, there were many things she had never seen. However, her straightforward personality led her to observe the kitchen with far more open and direct curiosity than Luo Zhu, completely ignoring the complex and fearful probing gazes of the palace servants and slaves huddled in the corner.

For a moment, apart from the sounds of chewing and swallowing, the kitchen fell into a tense and eerie silence.

Suddenly, two light footsteps approached, and then two young female palace servants appeared at the kitchen doorway, dressed in light green coarse cloth embroidered fur robes. Both were tall and shapely, with colorful silk threads interspersed in their thin braids. The fair-skinned servant possessed a pure beauty tinged with a touch of youthful vigor, while the darker-skinned servant exuded a charming and innocent cuteness.

Upon entering the kitchen, the two women froze. The palace servants and attendants responsible for cooking were all huddled in a corner, while the two women, dressed in the lowest-ranking robes, sat at a long, low table, casually eating to fill their stomachs. Lying in the kitchen were two elegant and fierce, familiar-looking snow leopards, with a large, ferocious silver-gray mastiff standing between them. And those snow leopards…? Were they the king's pets?! They had heard that two mastiffs, never before seen in the palace, had been added—could they be those two female servants? How could a mastiff, being a slave, be more daring than a concubine to freely forage in the king's kitchen?

Luo Zhu seemed oblivious to the astonished gazes clinging to her, continuing to sip her drink. But after a moment of stunned silence, Gesang Zhuoma excitedly cried out, "Alan Nima! Quzhen Meiduo!"

The two looked at Gesang Zhuoma with increasing confusion, their faces filled with utter bewilderment.

"Alan Nima, I am Gesang Zhuoma. Remember, in the cave, I was the first to ask you to cut the rope." Gesang Zhuoma put down what she was holding, tucked her thin braid behind her ear, and smiled shyly, "My face was very dirty then, no wonder you didn't recognize me."

The bewilderment on Alan Nima and Quzhen Meiduo's faces vanished instantly, replaced by delighted surprise. Just as Quzhen Meiduo was about to speak, Alan Nima suddenly tugged hard at her sleeve, her smile vanishing. From several meters away, she bowed deeply to the crowd huddled in the corner, respectfully saying, "Granny, I have been ordered to collect Consort Deyang Laze's morning meal."

After a few seconds of silence, a middle-aged palace maid in the crowd trembled as she raised her right arm, pointed to the long, low table, and said in a low, alarmed voice, "The food is guarded by the King's snow leopard and mastiffs. You will have to fetch it yourselves." Alan Nima and Quzhen Meiduo frowned in embarrassment. Looking at Gesang Zhuoma and Luo Zhu, who seemed unharmed beside the snow leopard and mastiffs,

they

relaxed slightly and reluctantly took a step towards the low table, only to be immediately met with a very low, warning howl.

Two snow leopards lay lazily on either side of the long, low table, their eyes half-closed. They seemed to idly flick their powerful, fluffy tails, a fierce glint flashing in their golden-brown eyes, their gleaming white teeth peeking out from between their lips. The lead mastiff, a silver lion, stood in the middle, its head slightly raised, its ears pointing sharply back, its blue, triangular eyes radiating a chilling, menacing aura. Its jaws parted, a string of clear saliva sliding from between its terrifying teeth, concealing a predatory ferocity ready to erupt at any moment.

Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo froze in place. As the silver lion lowered its forearms, its head revealing sharp, terrifying lines, the fear in their eyes intensified, and the healthy blush slowly faded from their faces.

"Sister Luozhu—" Seeing this scene, Gesang Zhuoma felt a strong sense of shared pity and looked pleadingly at Luozhu.

Luozhu sighed softly, feeling utterly helpless at Gesang Zhuoma's kindness and enthusiasm. In this situation and with her status, how could Zhuoma possibly spare any extra feelings or thoughts to care for or pity others? Didn't they both know they were like clay bodhisattvas crossing a river—barely able to save themselves? At this moment they seemed unharmed, but who knew if they might inadvertently anger the three beasts and be torn to shreds? She wanted to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, but under the gaze of those long eyes—filled with pleading and compassion, full of expectation and trust, bright as the stars in the sky, clear as a sacred lake in a snow-capped mountain—she held out for a few seconds before finally yielding and raising the white flag.

Putting down the porcelain bowl, she crouched down and slowly rubbed against the silver lion, cautiously reaching out to quickly touch its forehead. Seeing that it didn't react much, she felt slightly relieved and scratched its neck, softly and hesitantly saying, "Silver... Silver Lion, we... are full." She found that after sleeping soundly with this mastiff all night, the instinctive fear had indeed lessened considerably, but her fear of the two snow leopards remained strong.

Silver Lion whimpered twice, its pent-up ferocity suddenly diminishing considerably. It turned its head, its warm, wet tongue affectionately licking her face.

"Zhuoma, Silver Lion agreed, let them serve it." She dodged its saliva as it washed its face, trying to find a dry spot. At this moment, the two snow leopards also got up and surrounded her, their heads, as docile as large cats, rubbing against her affectionately.

"Zhuoma, could you...could you help us get some things?" Alan Nima, observing the seemingly harmonious scene of humans and animals, flashed a strange light in her large eyes and gave Gesang Zhuoma a bright, warm smile. In an instant, it was as if a flood of bright sunlight poured in, and the somewhat dim kitchen suddenly became bright.

"Okay." Before Luo Zhu could refuse, Gesang Zhuoma answered cheerfully.

Seeing that stopping them was hopeless, Luo Zhu dejectedly hugged the silver lion's neck, unsurprisingly seeing everyone huddled in the corner of the kitchen peering their heads in their direction.

Among their expressions were incredulous astonishment, lingering fear, and a complex, inquisitive gaze…and even a hint of barely perceptible, deep jealousy.

Jealousy?! Heh, being a mastiff's slave, being the pet of a pack of wild beasts, is something to be jealous of?

She sneered inwardly. Having already eaten and drunk her fill, she used the excuse of helping Alan Nima serve food to leave the kitchen with Gesang Zhuoma.

Chapter 48 Alan Nima's Plan (Part 1)

Leaving the three animals outside the corridor, Luo Zhu and the other woman followed Alan Nima and Quzhen Meiduo, bowing low, into a magnificent and opulent cave of about twenty square meters. They respectfully placed the trays they carried on the low dining table.

As they bowed and withdrew, Luo Zhu stole a glance at the concubine, Deyang Laze, and was slightly taken aback.

Deyang Laze was about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a crimson brocade otter-skin robe, with long, flowing, glossy black curly hair. Her skin was dark yet beautiful, radiating a healthy glow. A bright red dot adorned the center of her long, arched black eyebrows, and her large, alluring eyes were slightly sunken, faintly shrouded in a wisp of smoky sorrow. Her nose was straight and beautiful, with a small gold bead adorning her delicate left nostril. Her deep pink lips were full and sensual, with three small, shimmering gold beads on her lower lip. Despite wearing a heavy fur robe, she still possessed a graceful and captivating charm, her every gesture exuding an unparalleled allure.

As a king's consort, beauty was a given, but what surprised her was that this woman clearly possessed the exotic features of an Indian woman. Thinking of Songtsen Gampo's Nepalese wife, she subtly curled her lip; it seemed the beastly king's harem also reflected political marriages and trade between nations. She was puzzled as to why this Indian woman, whose noble and elegant demeanor clearly indicated good upbringing and high status, had only been given the lowest rank of consort by the beastly king. During her two days at the Guge Palace, aside from hearing that a few consorts resided in the winter palace, she hadn't heard anything about the beastly king's principal wife or concubines. What kind of women were they?

Palace servants could only perform the lowest-ranking menial tasks and were not qualified to serve the imperial concubines personally. The two personal attendants of respectable family backgrounds served Concubine Deyang Laze in the inner chambers.

Deyang Laze didn't eat much, and Luo Zhu and the others only waited outside the heavy cashmere felt curtain for about ten minutes before hearing a soft call from inside to clear away the food. The voice was like a nightingale's song, clear and gentle with a touch of tenderness, very pleasing to the ear.

The remaining food was brought out by Alan Nima and Quzhen Meiduo and placed on a low table at the corner of the outer curtain; this was also the food for the palace servants who served the imperial concubines.

"Zhuoma, please come and sit in my and Quzhen Meiduo's quarters," Alan Nima invited Gesang Zhuoma as she left the Winter Palace, taking her own portion of food. After the imperial concubine finished eating, the palace servants would have a short mealtime, and then it would be endless work until sunset.

Gesang Zhuoma looked at Luo Zhu with suspicion, but when she saw Luo Zhu nod slightly, her bright eyes immediately filled with joy.

"Okay." She took Alan Nima's hand, then led Luo Zhu over, introducing her warmly and playfully, "Alan Nima, this is Sister Luo Zhu, she's one of the best sisters in the world."

Luo Zhu chuckled and shook her head, her eyes revealing a indulgence and doting she herself didn't realize.

Alan Nima's eyes flickered slightly, and she greeted Luo Zhu with a smile, "Sister Luo Zhu, hello, I'm Alan Nima." She then took Quzhen Meiduo's hand and introduced her to Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma, "This is Quzhen Meiduo, one of the cutest little girls in the world." She even winked deliberately.

"Sister Alan, you're talking nonsense!" Quzhen Meiduo lightly stamped her foot, her pure and pretty face flushing red, making her even more charming and adorable.

The four women's faces were all beaming with smiles, some deep, some shallow, some shy, some gentle, the awkwardness between them vanishing in their laughter.

Passing through a winding, narrow, and dimly lit passage, they arrived at the servants' quarters. Yinni and Xuebao remained outside, while the four women entered the most secluded cave, only four or five square meters in size. It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Alan Nima lit a small butter lamp hanging on the cave wall. The faint light flickered and danced, revealing some simple daily necessities in the cramped room. A thick layer of dry grass covered the floor against the right wall, upon which lay a tattered coarse cloth, and on top of that, a neatly folded thick felt blanket.

“How wonderful.” Gesang Zhuoma sat on the coarse cloth, looking around enviously. “Sister Luozhu and I are mastiff slaves, living with a pack of fierce and terrifying man-eating mastiffs. The mastiff barn is filled with the smell of wild animals. There are no blankets to cover us, and no beds to lie on.” She lowered her head slightly, wiped her eyes, and then looked up and smiled. “But I’m already very content to be alive and not have to be used for breeding.”

Hearing her words, the youngest, Quzhen Meiduo, seemed to recall something, her eyes also reddening. She forced a smile with fear in her eyes and said, “Yes, we who were chosen as palace slaves are so much luckier than those women who died tragically under the mastiffs or were dragged to be used for breeding. We should be content.”

“No, I am not satisfied,” Alanima interjected, her voice, though soft, carried a resolute coldness. The heroic spirit that once shone in her eyes froze into a cold, sharp edge on her bright face. She stared at the flickering oil lamp and said calmly, “Although the King of Guge was brave and skilled in warfare, and was hailed as the Son of God by the people of Guge, he was inherently cruel, bloodthirsty, tyrannical, and ruthless. Deep down, he was a man more terrifying than the devil. I will never forget the bloody hell in Namua Village. With just a single order from him, so many people were beheaded, gutted, had their eyes gouged out, their tongues pulled out, their hearts ripped out, and their skin peeled off. The agonizing screams of those who died never stopped ringing in my ears. With one stroke of the knife, I saw my beloved father cut in two, and I saw his body devoured piece by piece by mastiffs.”

Two streams of tears flowed from her warm, bright eyes, her beautiful, spirited face contorted with extreme grief and rage. Her words also stirred up the bloody memories that the other three women had been suppressing, turning their faces deathly pale, an overwhelming fear creeping into their hearts.

"...What...what else do you want to say?" Luo Zhu took a deep breath, suppressing the gagging in her throat, struggling to control her trembling body, and stared resentfully at Alanima, who was overwhelmed by hatred and grief. Damn it, she really wanted to slap this woman twice. The terrifying memories she had finally managed to fade and seal away had been stirred up again by her few words. Did she even want to eat and sleep normally?

Alan Nima smiled slightly at them, her distorted face taking on a sinister air, her voice as cold as a ghost: "The terror of the King of Guge lies in his wicked and ominous deeds. It is said that he began taking concubines at the age of seventeen, and in the three years that followed, none of them survived more than three months, let alone gained the king's favor or bore him children. As a result, the nobles and ministers of Guge would rather forgo their wealth, glory, and immense power than dare to marry their daughters to him. Of the six concubines currently residing in the Winter Palace, only Concubine Deyang Laze was presented by a powerful Indian noble a month ago; the other five were all forcibly taken from noble families across the land by the King of Guge during his campaigns."

"Sister Alan, how...how do you know all this?!" Quzhen Meiduo looked at Alan Nima in astonishment, her face filled with disbelief.

Alan Nyima gave a cold smile. "Having lived in the palace for over ten days, anyone with a discerning eye would naturally know. Besides, these things aren't exactly secrets in the palace." She looked down at her ten slender fingers, now somewhat rough, and then looked up at the three of them, asking, "Do you think I'm beautiful?"

Uh, wasn't this a bit of a sudden shift in topic? The three silently observed her, finally nodding.

"Before, I thought I had no chance to get close to the high and mighty King Guge, so I could only desperately swallow all my hatred. But now I'm fortunate enough to have become his palace slave, and have the opportunity to get close to him." She touched her still smooth cheek, her cold voice softening considerably. "All the women in this palace fear King Guge. I believe that as long as I actively seduce him, I can definitely avenge my father." The last two words were pronounced clearly and decisively.

Avenge? Alan Nyima actually wanted revenge?!

Gesang Zhuoma and Quzhen Meiduo stared in astonishment at the woman before them, her body brimming with hatred and resolve, their lips moving, unable to utter a sound. Break for a commercial break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

Chapter 049 Alan Nima's Plans (Part Two)

King Guge, son of the gods, the powerful king of the Guge Dynasty. Even from afar, one can deeply feel his vast, majestic, and cold kingly aura. Getting a little closer, the fear makes every cell in the body scream in terror, then tremble and crawl. How much courage did Alan Nima have to want to take revenge on such a terrifying king who is above all living beings?!

"You... are likely to die." Luo Zhu was silent for a moment, then pointed out softly.

“I’m not afraid,” Alanima replied with a smile, her eyes sparkling. “I won’t give up this hard-won opportunity for revenge. I will do my best to plunge the knife into the heart of the Guge King, so that my father, who died tragically, can rest in peace.” Her face suddenly shone brightly in the dim light, making her resemble a radiant sun, a golden sunflower, warm, bright, and incomparably beautiful.

Luo Zhu was speechless, unsure whether to admire the girl’s fearlessness in the face of death or to condemn her disregard for life. She pursed her lips, her gaze piercing through the gap in the curtain, landing on a line of silver-gray light outside. A barely perceptible smile played at the

corners of her lips as she whispered, "Then what do you need us to do?" "Sister Luozhu is truly a clever woman," Alan Nima said with admiration, her fingers twirling a small braid at her temple as she tilted her head and smiled at them. "I hope Meiduo can help me get close to King Guge, and Sister Luozhu and Zhuoma can hold off his two snow leopards and mastiffs while I assassinate him."

The thought of revenge had taken root in her mind the moment she stepped into the palace and became a servant in the Winter Palace. She had heard from other servants that King Guge adored snow leopards and mastiffs, allowing them to sleep in his chambers and beside his bed. If that were true, she could shake off the guards, but she might very well be defeated by the claws of a few ferocious beasts, a fact that had troubled and troubled her greatly. But this morning, when she saw those horrible beasts showing affection and protectiveness towards Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma in the kitchen, a surge of hope rose in her heart.

A silence fell over the slave quarters. After a long while, Quzhen Meiduo reached out and grasped Alan Nima's hand, solemnly and firmly promising, "My life was saved by Sister Alan. Whatever Sister Alan needs me to do, I will do. I am willing to give my life for Sister Alan."

"Meiduo, thank you, thank you," Alan Nima choked out, tears welling in her eyes.

"Sister Luo Zhu..." Gesang Zhuoma turned to Luo Zhu, calling out softly, her eyes pleading.

Luo Zhu's calm, unwavering gaze swept over Gesang Zhuoma, then fixed on Alan Nima, and said indifferently, "Alan Nima, Zhuoma and I are incapable of making any promises to you. We are merely the lowest of the low, the mastiff slaves, not the masters who tame mastiffs and snow leopards. We could die at any moment at the hands of those inhuman beasts. You'd better not place too much hope in us." She grabbed Gesang Zhuoma's hand and quickly stood up. "Zhuoma, we should go."

"Sister Luo Zhu!"

the three women called out in unison. One grabbed her arm, the other two held onto her robe, their beautiful eyes filled with desperate pleading.

"Sister Luo Zhu, I... my father and brother... their fates are all unknown..." Gesang Zhuoma's hoarse voice trembled with sobs as she struggled to speak, "I... I want to help Alan Nima."

Luo Zhu paused, her gaze sweeping over the tearful Gesang Zhuoma before settling on Alan Nima's resolute eyes, filled with unwavering determination. After looking at her for a dozen seconds, she sighed helplessly and gave in, saying, "I'm different from you. I'm afraid of death, and I don't want revenge. I can only say that I will...do my best."

"Thank you, Sister Luozhu."

Alan Nima wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes with uncontrollable joy. Quzhen Meiduo also kept thanking her, happy for Alan Nima.

"No need to thank me." Luozhu shook her head. "Although I said I would do my best, I can't guarantee how much I can help, or whether I can help at all." She lifted the curtain, turned around, and walked out of the servants' quarters.

Gesang Zhuoma looked at Alan Nima's stunned, tearful eyes, stamped her foot, and said, "Alan Nima, I will do my best to help." Then, she hurriedly lifted the curtain and chased after her.

Silently following behind for several dozen steps, Gesang Zhuoma suddenly quickened her pace, grabbed Luo Zhu's arm, and sobbed apologetically, "Sister Luo Zhu, I'm sorry, I... I made things difficult for you just now." She knew the cold-hearted selfishness in Sister Luo Zhu's nature, and understood that Alan Nima, who had no connection with them, was not within Sister Luo Zhu's purview. But... but Alan Nima's hatred reminded her of her father and brother, and she... she couldn't be as indifferent as Sister Luo Zhu.

Luo Zhu paused slightly, then took her hand and continued walking, turning her head to smile at her, "No, Zhuoma, don't be sad, you didn't make things difficult for me. As the saying goes, helping others is the source of happiness, and as long as it doesn't endanger my life, I'm actually very willing to help Alan Nima."

"Really?" Her sad, dim eyes brightened slightly.

"Only a puppy would lie." Luo Zhu playfully pinched her nose and winked.

“Sister Luozhu, you are the kindest woman.” Gesang Zhuoma finally let go of the heavy burden of worry in her heart, cheered lightly, and leaned close to her, her beautiful face free of the gloom from before.

“You flatter me.” Luozhu patted the head of the silver lion that had come closer, and smiled modestly without admitting it.

She had always remembered the repeated warnings from the ferocious beast, Shakyamuni: "Never try to climb into the king's bed." Now, combined with the information about the Guge king's harem revealed by Alan Nyima, it was confirmed that the Guge king was not only a cruel and bloodthirsty beast, but also a sadistic womanizer like Bluebeard.

Alan Nyima, she had advised against it, but this woman stubbornly chose to risk her body and life to avenge herself against the Guge king. She wasn't afraid of death; she was afraid. Modern archaeological investigations revealed that there was a hidden passage in the Winter Palace leading directly to the outer city. What she needed was to calmly find the entrance to this passage in the Winter Palace, and then escape with Gesang Zhuoma.

Her promise to do her best wasn't influenced by the three women's pleas, nor was it a change of heart; rather, it was because she suddenly realized that if the assassination failed, she wouldn't die, and as long as she was careful, her life wouldn't be implicated. But if the assassination succeeded, the palace would be in turmoil, and the people would be filled with fear, increasing her chances of escape.

Since Alanima was fearless, she might as well agree and provide her with the best possible assistance in getting close to the Beast King. This would both create an opportunity for her own escape and comfort and satisfy Gesang Zhuoma's utterly kind heart—a win-win situation. As for the extent of her help, that would depend on the situation. Was a woman like her, who was only interested in using others, truly a kind person? Luo Zhu held Gesang Zhuoma's hand and walked slowly through the narrow passage, a silent, self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.

In this life, there was only one person she wanted to protect: Gesang Zhuoma. Anyone else, young or old, if their lives were in conflict with hers, even if they were to be slowly tortured before her eyes, she would not extend a finger to save them.

Chapter 50 The Game of the Silver Lion and Snow Leopard

If one ignored the stench of the wild beast and overcame the fear of being bitten or scratched at any moment, then, to be fair, life as a pet kept by a wild beast was not bad.

At night, they were kept warm by the furry, cozy hides of wild animals; during the day, they followed the animals to the royal kitchen for a feast. After diligently cleaning the mastiffs' quarters and grooming the dogs, their remaining tasks were to accompany the Silver Lion and the two snow leopards on their wanderings throughout the palace, or to play with a group of idle mastiffs. Anyone who dared to utter a single word in their presence or give them an extra order was considered to be defying a pack of fiercely protective beasts.

Under the guise of playing with the Silver Lion and snow leopards, Luo Zhu feigned madness and spent two or three hours for three consecutive days conducting a thorough search of every corner of the Winter Palace, but she still couldn't find the entrance to the secret passage. Instead, she received a string of disdainful or pitying glances from the guards, palace servants, and palace slaves. At first, Gesang Zhuoma played with the beasts alongside her, but later, unable to bear the scornful looks from the crowd, she resolutely squatted to the side, only responsible for handing water and pieces of meat to the tired animals.

Where the hell is this secret passage? Why can't she find it no matter how hard she tries? Or has history changed, and this secret passage no longer exists? Surely it's not that devastating, that it cuts off her life's path? Ah, right, the entrance to the secret passage might be hidden in one of the concubines' palaces, or… in the Beast King's palace! Luo Zhu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again. How could she, a lowly mastiff slave, possibly gain access to the various inner chambers of the Winter Palace?

"Awooo—"

"Roar—"

The silver lion and the two snow leopards, tired of always playing in the Winter Palace, let out a low howl in unison, dragging the suddenly dejected Luo Zhu and the puzzled Gesang Zhuoma out of the Winter Palace. After traversing a narrow, winding path, emerging from the ground, and pushing open the small wooden door of the ground palace, we arrived at the mountaintop.

Today, the sun shone brightly, a rare treat, and the howling snow wind had lessened considerably. A thick blanket of snow covered the ground, reflecting a dazzling white light in the golden sunlight. Not far away, slightly higher, stood a towering, flat-roofed palace, majestic and imposing, its stone-grey walls tinged with vermilion, its edges adorned with continuous reliefs and vibrant decorations—this was the summer palace that had once crumbled in history.

Not far from the summer palace, on a steep slope, stood a large, flat-roofed building spanning over two hundred square meters—the council hall of the Guge Kingdom. The Guge king convened meetings and held banquets and celebrations here. Unlike the modern ruins, the council hall's tall, sturdy walls remained intact, and the roof had not collapsed. The main gate facing us was exquisitely crafted and imposing, solemn and dignified, guarded by two imposing squads of guards.

Seeing these vibrant and perfectly preserved ancient palace buildings on the plateau, Luo Zhu no longer felt any excitement or emotion. In her eyes, this was a cage imprisoning her, a hell that confined her freedom, bestowed upon her unparalleled humiliation, and reduced her from a human being to an object.

"Awooo—" The silver lion howled at her, wagging its tail, drawing her gaze back to the distance. Only then did she notice several male palace servants and seven or eight mastiffs beside her.

One mastiff slapped its paw into the snow, sending a large snowball flying into the distance. A palace servant rushed towards the snowball, barely catching it as it fell, and the mastiff immediately howled happily. Then, more mastiffs continued to slap snowballs, and several palace servants flitted about like butterflies, catching each snowball.

This—

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma exchanged a glance, their faces filled with frustration and countless black lines. Why did a game of teasing dogs turn into a game of dogs teasing people? Before they could even begin to grumble, a horrifying tragedy unfolded.

A palace servant slipped and fell while running, failing to catch the flying snowball. As he struggled to his feet, a Tibetan Mastiff viciously lunged and bit his right arm, its massive head swaying slightly. With the servant's piercing screams, a large chunk of flesh, along with his sleeve, was ripped away. Crimson blood splattered onto the white snow and the Mastiff's white fur, a stark and gruesome sight. The

other servants present, as if they had witnessed this scene a thousand times before, shuddered slightly but then frantically tried to catch the snowballs. The injured servant, his face deathly pale, gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain, continuing to run towards the snowballs.

Luo Zhu recognized the Tibetan Mastiff. One night, when Yin Ni went out to urinate, the Tibetan Mastiff had taken its place, lying beside her to provide warmth. A Tibetan Mastiff without a single stray hair was extremely rare even in modern times. Compared to other breeds of mastiffs, the Tibetan Mastiff looked much cuter and harmless. She had even dared to stroke its thick fur. She

watched in horror as it devoured the flesh left on the snow, greedily licking away the crimson stains, and finally licking its lips with lingering satisfaction. Its cold, menacing gaze swept over the palace servants, as if assessing a delicious piece of beef, pondering the best place to bite.

Layers of cold sweat broke out on her back and forehead. She slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and looked down at Gesang Zhuoma beside her, who was also covered in cold sweat, her face deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror.

But no sooner had one problem been solved than another arose. Two snow leopards impatiently circled around their feet. Suddenly, they howled, their large, furry heads shoving between their legs.

"Ah, you scoundrel!" Luo Zhu cried out in alarm, trying to dodge, but one snow leopard ducked between her legs and hoisted her onto its back. In a panic, swaying precariously, she instinctively clung to the snow leopard's thick neck.

The silver lion let out a deep, joyful howl, its large paws flashing, sending a clump of snow flying. The snow leopard beneath her let out another low howl and darted towards the snowball like an arrow.

The wind whistled past her ears, cutting her face like blades. Her body lurched up and down as she sped, nearly falling several times, but each time she was pulled back at the last second by her fierce act of clinging tightly to the leopard's neck and gripping its waist. Something suddenly struck her head, followed by a chilling sensation. Fine snowflakes swirled around her head and before her eyes, seeping into her warm neck, the cold seeping to her bones.

"Roar—" The snow leopard beneath her let out an excited, joyful roar, trotting back like a victorious general. She brushed the remaining snow from her head, and blankly watched as the silver-gray mastiff threw a snowball in another direction, and another snow leopard carried Gesang Zhuoma away. The snowball landed precisely on her head amidst Gesang Zhuoma's scream, shattering into a flurry of snowflakes that refracted iridescent light in the sunlight, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

It turned out that the silver lion and the snow leopard were playing this game, with their heads serving as the leopard's snow catchers. If they unfortunately fell onto the leopard's back, or if their heads didn't catch the snowball precisely, would the snow leopard bite their hands or feet, or would the silver lion pounce and bite their heads? The tragic fate of the palace servant flashed before her eyes again, and Luo Zhu's body trembled uncontrollably. The fluffy leopard fur on her hands felt like red-hot steel needles, piercing her with unbearable pain.

No! She didn't want to play this terrifying game with wild beasts! She could only ride horses, not snow leopards!

However, her opinions were rarely heeded by the beasts; her fears were always ignored. One silver lion and two snow leopards, playing this novel game for the first time, were clearly in high spirits, running and frolicking in the snow. Soon, their game even attracted the attention of other mastiffs, who abandoned the palace servant and surrounded them, running and frolicking back and forth in the snow.

*Snap!*

The silver lion swung its right paw, striking out with all its might, sending a white snowball hurtling out like a shooting star. The snow leopard carrying Luo Zhu roared defiantly, lunging forward.

"Ahhh—!" Luo Zhu cried out in alarm, desperately clinging to the leopard's neck and squeezing its belly, struggling to maintain her balance. She wondered where the Beast King had gotten this pet; the snow leopard beneath her was much larger and stronger than ordinary snow leopards, carrying her across the snow effortlessly.

The silver lion's snowball had traveled too far, flying straight up the steep slope. That…that was the direction of the council chamber!

As the snow leopard approached, Luo Zhu saw in horror as the tightly closed doors of the council chamber suddenly opened, and a group of tall, burly men emerged. Before she could even get a good look, the snow leopard beneath her suddenly used the momentum of the approaching slope to leap high into the air, pouncing on the snowball in mid-air.

"Ah—"

The snow leopard's leaping motion caused her already precarious body to completely lose its balance. Her tightly bound hands and legs were flung away by the powerful force, and she fell off the leopard, tumbling down the smooth, steep snow-covered slope. The world spun, her head throbbed, and the icy snow stung her face, making it stiff and painful.

Bang—her

rapidly rolling body struck a hard object, immediately coming to a stop. The snow clinging to her body scattered from the violent impact, and her waist, which had directly hit the hard object, ached as if it were broken. She heard a short, familiar laugh beside her ear—it was Shakyamuni's laughter. Was it…had he stopped her?! She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opening her eyes. The dizzying black mist gradually dissipated, and she met a pair of dark brown eyes looking down at her.

A sinister coldness etched into her heart, a sharp, chilling gaze etched into her bones. His unfathomable pupils were filled with a chilling ruthlessness and indifference, behind which lurked a brutal, bloodthirsty madness. A kingly majesty and a bloodthirsty aura swept over him, oppressing his nerves and shaking his soul.

She…she rolled at the feet of the beast king!!

In just one glance, in just one instant, all the deeply buried terrifying memories were awakened.

A chilling, trembling despair swept through Luo Zhu's heart.

Chapter 51: Escape from Death

"Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty." Several palace servants playing with the mastiffs respectfully greeted him, quickly kneeling and bowing in place. Upon closer inspection, one could see a slight tremor in their motionless kneeling bodies. In contrast, two snow leopards and a pack of mastiffs wagged their tails and rushed forward, enthusiastically circling the King of Guge, emitting low, joyful howls.

Gesang Zhuoma, her back tossed about by the light snow, knelt precariously at the edge of the steep slope. Though she remained kneeling motionless, her peripheral vision, through the gaps in her thin braid, caught sight of Luo Zhu lying supine at the feet of the Guge King. Upon seeing the Guge King, her body had stiffened with intense fear, almost rendering her immobile. Yet, at this moment, she was more worried about her sister Luo Zhu. Merciful Buddha, benevolent gods, please protect my sister Luo Zhu. Her thick eyelashes, raised high, slowly lowered, and her delicate forehead pressed even more devoutly to the snow—not out of heartfelt submission to the king, but as a prayer for her most beloved sister Luo Zhu.

Those dark brown, indifferent eyes scanned Luo Zhu's face inch by inch. His sharply defined features carried a terrifying, fierce edge. He wasn't beautiful as an immortal, nor alluring as a demon, nor serene as the moon, nor cold as ice. He wasn't a distant, unattainable star, nor a gentle, caressing spring breeze. The King of Guge, standing amidst the icy snow, was a noble and domineering lion, a majestic and ruthless vulture, an elegant and languid snow leopard, a cunning and cruel wolf, a powerful and robust yak… He exuded a primal and ferocious beastly aura, within which surged a chilling, submissive arrogance and profound restraint.

The beast king was undoubtedly terrifying, dreadful, but passively waiting for death in silence was never Luo Zhu's style. After a five-second mental blank, she desperately forced a perfectly timed, obsequious, and humble smile onto her stiff lips. She weakly raised her right hand and waved it, offering the most friendly greeting to the beastly king who looked down at her.

"Welcome...Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty..."

Her humble and reverent voice was as if frozen by ice and snow, dry, cold, and broken, as if it would shatter into dust with the slightest touch.

The King of Guge showed no reaction, still staring at her indifferently. None of the ministers surrounding the king uttered a sound, all silently watching the strangely behaving female slave at the king's feet. Their gazes were indifferent and calm, as if they saw nothing more than an insignificant ant.

Shakya Tashi, attending the King of Guge to his left, looked at the woman at the king's feet, raised an eyebrow, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his eyes and brows. Just now, only the king's closest confidant—the leader of the Black Riders—had let out a short, fleeting laugh, like a mirage.

Why was there no reaction? Luo Zhu's icy, bone-chilling heart twisted for a moment, oblivious to the cold, indifferent gazes fixed upon her. After a moment's thought, she raised her hands to the beastly king and, with utmost devotion, sang in a high-pitched, almost chanting tone, "Great Son of the Gods, beloved King of Guge, this servant respectfully welcomes you back to the palace." She actually wanted to roll over and prostrate herself to show her reverence, but her back, still aching from the violent collision, was too weak to move. Heaven help her, please don't break her back; becoming paralyzed would be worse than death.

Uh, was this female slave offering a sacrifice to heaven or a god? How dare she be so presumptuous before the king?! Was she tired of living? A slight surprise flashed across the indifferent gazes of the crowd, and the corners of Shakya Tashi's lips curved slightly upward, following his slightly upturned eyes.

King Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun of Guge suddenly curled his lips into a sharp smile, his indifferent face instantly melting into a bloodthirsty coldness. As his hawk-like eyes narrowed, he casually kicked away whatever was leaning against his boot. A

gust of wind rose, and Luo Zhu felt a sharp pain in her back. Before she could even scream in terror, her body was sent flying through the air. The blinding white sun in the sky and the whistling sound of her rapid fall announced her impending death. She bit her lower lip hard, determined not to let out a scream of despair. Perhaps she should be grateful that the beastly king's boot hadn't stepped directly on her head, killing her instantly. But this way of dying from a mid-air fall, while delaying death, was also the most cruel form of torture before death.

Gesang Zhuoma, who had been secretly watching, trembled all over, her gaze fixed on the figure flying through the air, the whole world turning into a pale, blurry white. No, Sister Luo Zhu can't die, she can't die! But she couldn't save her sister Luo Zhu. Her throat spasmed into a lump of dead flesh, her body stiff as a stone; she couldn't even cry out.

In everyone's eyes, death had become Luo Zhu's predetermined fate. The ministers and guards watched indifferently, for what had flown away was nothing more than a lowly ant.

Suddenly, the silver lion let out a long howl and shot off like lightning. Seven or eight mastiffs circling King Guge and two snow leopards pounced after it, galloping down the steep slope. After running for about ten meters, the silver lion howled again, its powerful silver-gray body suddenly leaping high into the air towards Luo Zhu. Immediately afterward, a snow leopard jumped onto its back, its hind legs propelling it forward again, its long, powerful tail whipping high into the air, slowing Luo Zhu's speed before it landed quickly.

At this moment, a tabby mastiff leaped up from below, and another snow leopard leaped onto its back, using its powerful back to support Luo Zhu and reduce the force of the impact. Mastiffs continued to change positions and leap, and mastiffs and snow leopards continued to gently carry Luo Zhu on their backs. As the altitude decreased, the force of King Guge's kick was gradually reduced. Finally, the silver lion leaped fiercely through the air, snatching Luo Zhu in its mouth and tossing her onto the soft belly pads of the mastiffs as it landed.

In the snow, both the high and mighty King Zanbu Zhuodun of Guge and the kneeling palace servants who peeked out of curiosity were utterly dumbfounded. These snow leopards and mastiffs had always been ferocious, murderous beasts, yet now they were like the most loyal guardians, protecting a female slave who dared to offend the king with unfathomable wisdom!

"Lie," Zanbu Zhuodun said coldly, arms crossed, gazing at the female slave writhing on the mastiffs' bellies.

Shakyamuni quickly concealed the astonishment in his eyes, respectfully stepped forward, and said in a solemn voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, that is the mastiff chosen by the Silver Lion, named Pig."

Upon hearing this, Zanbu Zhuodun suddenly withdrew his gaze from the distance, his eyes falling lightly on Shakyamuni. He glanced back and forth a few times, then smiled, "Lie, you seem to have said a bit too much."

Shakyamuni's heart skipped a beat. He quickly lifted his robe and knelt on one knee, saying in a deep voice, "Your subject knows his mistake, please punish me, Your Majesty."

"I forgive you." Zanbu Zhuodun did not allow Shakyamuni to rise, his gaze returning to the lowly figure kneeling before him in the distance. The smile on his lips was as cold as the snow on the ground. In the swirling snow, that figure appeared small and fragile, as if a single finger could kill it. However, Yin Ni, the head mastiff of the military mastiffs, was nestled beside her with several other mastiffs, gently nudging her body with their heads and occasionally glancing in her direction. Even from nearly a hundred meters away, she could clearly see that the cold, venomous look in the mastiffs' eyes had softened considerably, and their ferocity had diminished.

Two snow leopards, raised from kittens, swiftly and gracefully rushed over, their heads rubbing affectionately against her trouser legs, emitting soft, pleasurable growls. Just moments ago, however, they had obeyed Yin Ni's call and joined forces to rescue the lowly female slave. If it weren't for their affection, no matter how many times Yin Ni called, these two proud snow leopards would never have helped. A

mastiff slave? Judging from the current situation, she didn't seem like a slave serving the mastiffs, but rather a slave kept and protected by them. Heh, interesting. This was the first female slave to survive at his feet.

"Lie, instruct the Black Riders to allow the mastiff slaves and dogs to freely enter and leave my palace." He wanted to see how long these ruthless, untrained wild mastiffs would protect that lowly female slave. When would they tear her apart and devour her? A bloodthirsty glint flashed in his half-closed eagle eyes, then vanished in an instant.

Shakya Tsering did not immediately agree, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, there are two mastiff slaves." He pointed to Gesang Zhuoma, who was kneeling on the edge of the steep slope, "That one over there is also a mastiff slave."

Zanbu Zhuodun looked in the direction he was pointing, the smile on his lips scattered by the sudden gust of snow wind: "The same." After speaking, he took a step forward with the two snow leopards.

Shakya Tsering quickly got up and followed beside him, glancing one last time at the petite figure in the distance that was almost blending into the snow, a cruel smile appearing on his rugged face. "Dirty woman, if you want to live, you'd better remember my words: Don't try to climb into the king's bed.

" Long after the group of figures disappeared into the distance, Luo Zhu collapsed onto the snow with a thud. The fear of facing death was fully released in the relief of surviving, her limbs trembling uncontrollably, faithfully reflecting her body's primal terror. When the warm, pungent tongue licked her face, she no longer flinched, revealing a genuine smile to Yin Ni for the first time: "Yin Ni, thank you, you saved me again."

In the instant she was lifted into the air, she thought she was doomed. She never imagined she would be saved by a group of ferocious yet intelligent beasts. The mastiff slave, the pet kept by mastiffs, now didn't seem so bad, so unbearably humiliating.

"Sister Luo Zhu, are you alright? Sister Luo Zhu!" Gesang Zhuoma's panicked and concerned cry came from afar.

She turned her head slightly and saw a girl tumbling and crawling towards her in the snow, her movements clumsy and comical like a bear. She wanted to laugh, but when she saw the girl's tear-streaked face, she couldn't laugh at all, and her eyes felt hot.

"I'm fine, slow down, don't keep falling." She put her arms around the neck of the silver lion, and with the help of another snow mastiff, she struggled to sit up, trying to force a smile at the girl who was getting closer to her.

When Gesang Zhuoma pounced on her and hugged her, she gasped in pain. Damn, my back hurts so much!

Chapter 052 Leaning on Each Other

The return of the Beast King of Guge made Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma no longer dare to take advantage of their dogs to eat and drink in the kitchen. After eating the tsampa in the mastiff's food bowl, they hid in the mastiff's room and painstakingly tore at the raw beef that had been drying for several days and nights to fill their stomachs. While eating, she expressed her feelings of relief at surviving the ordeal and took the opportunity to criticize the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Beast King. Before she knew it, she had swallowed most of a piece of dried raw beef.

Tonight, the number of mastiffs in the stable had drastically decreased, with only Silver Lion and a reddish-brown four-eyed mastiff keeping her company. The rest of the mastiffs were guarding the entrance to the winter palace of King Guge.

"Sister Luozhu, after resting for a while, is the injury on your back any better?" Gesang Zhuoma nestled beside the four-eyed mastiff and asked Luozhu with concern. Not long ago, while it was still light, she had shown Luozhu her back and was shocked. Most of her smooth, delicate back was covered with purplish-red and blackish bruises, a truly horrifying sight.

"I can move again." Luo Zhu grinned in the darkness, a bitter smile on her face. "Luckily, my spine wasn't broken, otherwise Sister Luo Zhu would have been bedridden for life, a burden to others." Although she couldn't see Gesang Zhuoma across from her, she could feel her fragrant breath, the warmth of her body, and her caring gaze. A warm feeling filled her cold chest, and even her back pain subsided.

"I will take care of Sister Luo Zhu for the rest of my life," Gesang Zhuoma said earnestly, two bright lights faintly visible in the darkness.

"Hehe, don't curse me. I don't want you to keep me at all." Luo Zhu groped for Yin Ni's neck, burying her hands deep in the thick mane of the mastiff, and joked, "I suddenly realize that I'm actually starting to like having Yin Ni keep me." In just one month, she had been hunted by it once, saved her life twice, and spent several days and nights in close companionship. She had genuinely grown fond of this intelligent and ferocious wild mastiff. Her fear of it had gradually faded, and she even dared to put her hand into its gaping maw and examine its sharp teeth.

Yin Ni, a wild mastiff feared by all, a mastiff that commanded thousands of military mastiffs, treated her differently. And this difference actually made her inexplicably happy, even giving rise to a bit of vain pride.

“Sister Luo Zhu, it seems to me that you describe Yin Ni as your lover,” Gesang Zhuoma teased, reminding her, “You can find another man you love, but be careful not to fall in love with a mastiff.”

“Pah, you can’t expect anything good from a dog,” Luo Zhu spat, releasing Yin Ni’s neck with a sinister smile, and said, “Watch how I deal with you, you little brat who talks nonsense!” Before she finished speaking, she turned around and started scratching Gesang Zhuoma wildly.

“Haha, Sister Luo Zhu, I hit a nerve and you’re getting angry,” Gesang Zhuoma laughed, scratching back defiantly.

Just as the two were playfully bickering, suddenly, an extremely painful and shrill scream shattered the usual somber tranquility of the Winter Palace.

They both froze, their ears perked up as if by magic, listening intently. The howls and cries that followed, though filtered and weakened, still carried a palpable terror, pain, and despair, as if the animals were enduring unbearable, unimaginable torture. A chilling,

eerie howl of snow wind whistled through the completely exposed, foot-square window, echoing the woman's mournful, tearful screams, weaving a terrifying and cruel symphony of hell. A bone-chilling cold silently seeped in, gradually taking over every corner of the doghouse. Goosebumps rose from beneath their skin, and fine hairs stood on end.

"Sister Luo... Sister Luozhu, did you... did you hear a woman's... a woman's... cries?" Gesang Zhuoma gripped her robe tightly, her low, hoarse voice trembling like a cicada's wing.

“I heard it…” Luo Zhu murmured, silently gazing at Gesang Zhuoma’s face, so close yet indistinct, wondering to herself: The beast king heard a woman’s cries of pain and despair on his first day back in the palace. Did this mean he was torturing women? Was it dangerous for them?

“Why…why would he—”

Gesang Zhuoma’s words trembled as Luo Zhu pulled her into his arms.

“Zhuoma, listen, no matter what, don’t go to King Guge’s bed,” Luo Zhu whispered harshly in her ear. He held the girl tighter, his embrace less like protection and more like a drowning person clinging to a lifeline.

“…Mmm.”

After a long while, Gesang Zhuoma’s faint response echoed in the darkness.

The two embraced tightly, leaning against each other, while the mastiff behind them discreetly moved closer, stretching its strong, long body to completely surround them, offering the warmest protection. The faint, pungent smell of wild animals, tinged with a chilling cold, filled their nostrils, causing their two beating hearts to sink into an icy abyss, their soft bodies slowly freezing to stone.

The woman's cries and screams grew weaker and weaker, finally fading into the howling of the raging snowstorm. Their embracing bodies remained in their original positions for an unknown amount of time before, as if a spell had been broken, they slowly returned to their soft state. The warmth of the mastiff's touch on her back caused a thin layer of sweat to seep out, while their intertwined bodies, though also soaked with sweat, were chilled to the bone.

Suddenly, a series of extremely faint footsteps sounded outside the door, and something howled and whimpered as it filed into the mastiff's enclosure. A strong smell of blood swept in, instantly masking the pungent stench of the wild animals inside. Tonight, the long-awaited familiar warmth of their mastiff enveloped their feet, which were only wrapped in a thin layer of coarse cloth. The heat was pleasant, but the mastiff's belly, which was soft under their feet, was swollen, as if it had just had a midnight snack. This inevitably led them to connect the woman's earlier wailing with the mastiff's return to its room, and the more they thought about it, the more terrifying it became, and the more terrified they felt.

"Sister Luo... Sister Luo Zhu, they... they ate... ate people!" Gesang Zhuoma whispered in alarm, trembling, and burrowed desperately into Luo Zhu

's arms. "Sleep, don't think too much. With Yin Ni here, they won't and wouldn't dare to eat us." Luo Zhu gently patted her back to comfort her, then hugged Yin Ni's neck, tugged at its mane, and asked with a playful smile, "Yin Ni, am I right?"

"Awooo—" Yin Ni snuggled close to them, letting out a joyful low howl. The blue, slanted eyes, gleaming with a greenish light, easily located Luo Zhu in the darkness. It extended its rough tongue and carefully licked her face, as if making a promise, or perhaps offering comfort.

A chilling cold flowed silently in the darkness; the stench of blood quietly permeated the air.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma were tormented by anxiety and fear, constantly pondering: what terrible thing would tomorrow bring if they encountered the King of Guge?

Chapter 53 Entering the Beast's Palace (Part 1)

Yin Ni was a wild mastiff roaming the deep mountains, possessing extraordinary wisdom, pride, coldness, and ruthlessness. However, it was also a military mastiff in the Guge army, its loyalty unconditionally given to the King of Guge the moment it willingly submitted.

Every morning, after cleaning itself, it would report to the King of Guge's palace. When the King was in the palace, it often slept in the king's palace with two snow leopards, diligently performing its guard duties. When King Guge was not in the palace, it would patrol the king's bedchamber at dawn. If the two snow leopards were present, it would call them to patrol with it or wander around and have fun.

Last night, King Guge returned to the palace, and according to custom, Yinni should have rested in the king's bedchamber with the snow leopards. However, because Luozhu had injured her back, she could only walk and sit with difficulty. After struggling around Luozhu for a long time, under her pleading gaze, it finally reluctantly gave up guarding the king's bedchamber and took the other mastiff back to the mastiff's enclosure to keep her company.

After enduring one night, early the next morning, it led Luozhu and Gesang Zhuoma to King Guge's bedchamber.

The glass lotus, golden goblet, and ever-burning butter lamps cast a bright, soft glow. The guards in the side passages and corridors were noticeably different from usual. Their willow-leaf-shaped iron armor, strung with cowhide ropes, gleamed silver. Their flowing, curly hair was tied back with a blue ribbon embroidered with a cross pattern. Long curved swords hung at their waists, short swords at their hips, long whips were wrapped around their waists, and they carried spears. Their upright, mountain-like figures exuded a chilling, menacing aura. Groups of two or three royal maids, dressed in brightly colored leather robes and adorned with extravagant beaded necklaces, moved silently across the thick, soft, crimson carpet, carrying various items, like scenes from a richly colored oil painting.

With the return of the King of Guge, the Winter Palace seemed to thaw, transforming from its former somber and desolate state into a vibrant and lively place. However, with a little attention, one could sense that behind the vibrant life lay not lighthearted joy, but a tense stagnation, the air thick with a dark, soul-devouring aura and a faint smell of blood.

"Yinni, please slow down, okay?"

A pitiful plea suddenly echoed from a dimly lit corner of the corridor. Several figures were cast by the lamplight on the corridor walls, casting long, trembling shadows.

Luo Zhu, her face smeared with ochre-red face cream, held Gesang Zhuoma's hand with her right, her left hand on her lower back, her body hunched over like a shrimp, swaying with every step, her gait and speed even slower than an eighty-year-old hunchbacked woman. It wasn't that she was behaving poorly; after a night's rest, the bruises on her back had healed somewhat, but even taking slightly larger steps or straightening her back caused excruciating pain. It was bad enough to run into the Beast King's foot, but to be kicked away like a soccer ball by him was simply unbearable. The consequences were beyond description.

She practically slept on her side on the silver lion's soft, warm belly all night; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get up at all. All the morning chores fell on Zhuoma's shoulders; she was in excruciating pain even trying to help, and could only lie there, barely surviving. But the silver lion didn't consider her condition at all. As soon as Gesang Zhuoma finished cleaning it, it didn't even bother to eat the beef before rushing off to the Beast King's palace.

It was one thing for it to go see the Beast King, but why did it have to force her to go with it?!

She was just a mastiff slave; she had no right or need to see the Beast King, did she? Besides, the terrifying memories of the past, the excruciating pain of being kicked in the back, the despair of near death, and the woman's screams from last night all reminded her of the beast king's terror. How could she dare to court death by actively approaching this beast? The pain in her back seemed to be getting worse, and her steps were becoming slower and slower, even to the point of taking one step forward and two small steps back in a ridiculous manner.

"Silver... Silver Lion, I'm seriously injured, can I... not go?" She didn't care whether the beast in front of her could understand her, and whispered from behind.

Silver Lion stopped, turned around and looked at Luo Zhu's ridiculously comical walking posture and her fearful and retreating face. A mocking and playful light flashed in its dark blue triangular eyes. It gave her a mocking growl, then turned away and ignored her, only slowing its pace considerably.

Luo Zhu's face stiffened, then she flew into a rage. Damn it, she'd been mocked by that beast again! This was intolerable! A sudden surge of anger instantly suppressed her fear and pain, and she lunged forward to punch and kick it. But Gesang Zhuoma held her tightly.

"Zhuoma, let me go! I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson!" She struggled, trying to break free, and kicked the arrogant, contemptuous beast away.

"No," Gesang Zhuoma rolled her eyes, refusing decisively. "You can only teach it a lesson when your back injury is mostly healed. Otherwise, you'll easily aggravate it, and you'll be paralyzed even if you're not already."

"Zhuoma, you jinx! You're just like Yin Ni!" Luo Zhu roared.

“Sister Luozhu, you're so weak, do you think your claws are as sharp as Yinni's? Do you think your limbs are as strong as Yinni's? I'm only holding you back because I don't want you to lose too badly.” Gesang Zhuoma ignored her anger and earnestly advised her.

“You—” Luozhu glared, speechless with rage. She ground her back teeth and angrily slammed her hand on her back. Suddenly, a scream echoed through the corridor, the delicate features of her face were completely ruined, and her slender body was thrown from Gesang Zhuoma's grasp.

“Shut up!” Two valiant and sturdy guards coldly shouted, “Anyone who makes a loud noise in the palace shall die.”

Bang! Four spears crossed together, abruptly cutting off Luozhu's lingering scream. It turned out that in their pleading and commotion, they had unknowingly arrived outside the Guge King's palace. She glanced down at the four spear tips three inches from her throat, opened her mouth, but no sound came out; she opened her mouth again, still no sound came out. The muscles in her throat had betrayed their master, completely surrendering to the sharp spear tips.

A cold sweat slid down her forehead without warning. She rolled her dull eyes, looking obsequiously at the four cold, stern guards filled with bloodthirsty killing intent. Her face, contorted with pain, wore a fawning, humble smile. After frantically waving her hands and shaking her head, she immediately knelt obediently outside the door. Being blocked was good, being blocked was good! Even being threatened by the spear tips with terror was worth it.

"We won't go in, we won't go in," Gesang Zhuoma hurriedly nodded vigorously in agreement, following Luo Zhu closely, kneeling obediently side by side outside the door with her head bowed.

The four guards suddenly remembered Captain Lie's instructions. They glanced coldly down at them, then looked at Yin Ni, who had already stepped inside. After confirming their identities, they quickly sheathed their spears and returned to their positions. One of the guards said flatly, "You go in with Yin Ni. Don't make a sound."

"No, no, we are of lowly status. We'll... we'll just wait for Yin Ni outside." Luo Zhu finally found her voice after regaining her composure and hurriedly prostrated herself to refuse. She was joking; yesterday, she had only touched the Beast King's foot and was covered in bruises. If she didn't recognize her place and trespassed into his palace, she would be skinned alive.

Yin Ni turned to look at them, letting out a low growl of displeasure. His mocking blue eyes were filled with a fierce, cold light, and his parted lips revealed two rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma both shuddered. Though afraid of the wild beast's fickle nature, they gritted their teeth and refused to move an inch.

Seeing them still kneeling, the silver lion grew impatient, baring its teeth and growling. It circled them, nudging their backs with its head, urging them to go inside.

Gesang Zhuoma nearly fell over from the lion's thud and quickly braced herself with her hands. When she caught a glimpse of the silver lion's increasingly cold and venomous gaze, her previously firm stance suddenly cracked. She stammered, "Sister Luo Zhu...we...we really not going in?"

Luo Zhu knelt, her upper body half-prone on the ground to ease her back pain. After a moment of silence, she resolutely shook her head: "I'm not going in."

The curiosity she felt a few days ago about stepping into this palace and lifting the cashmere curtain to explore its interior had vanished, replaced by a fierce fear of fleeing. It seemed that once inside, one would fall into an abyss, never to return; it seemed that once inside, one would be torn to pieces by the beasts within, devoured without a trace.

"Awooo—"

Faced with the two's stubbornness, the silver lion roared angrily, suddenly revealing its ferocious nature. It opened its blood-red maw and bit Luo Zhu's right shoulder, dragging him into the palace .

"Ah—it hurts!"

Luo Zhu cried out in pain, reflexively shaking his shoulder and struggling. A sharper pain shot through his right shoulder, and he staggered into the room. Unable to support himself, his limp body was brutally dragged behind the curtain by the silver lion.

Gesang Zhuoma was terrified and hurriedly crawled in on her knees, lifting the curtain and crawling towards Luo Zhu.

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