[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 9

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Chapter 54 Entering the Beast's Palace (Part Two)

Passing through the heavy cashmere brocade curtain, the ancient palace of the Guge King, as revealed before us, was strikingly different from modern ruins. The interior space was unexpectedly large, easily eighty or ninety square meters, with a simple two-courtyard layout. The outer room occupied about ten square meters, with a crimson cashmere carpet woven with black and gold cross patterns. Six young and beautiful palace servants knelt in two rows. Some had their foreheads touching the ground, while others held silver basins, silver pots, and other items, all as motionless as statues.

Passing through an open, arched opening more than a meter wide, the inner room also had a thick crimson cashmere carpet. In the center of the carpet was a black and gold Vajra Eight Treasure Wheel, about four square meters in size, with the eight auspicious symbols—lotus, auspicious knot, treasure vase, and golden fish—arranged in order. Surrounding the large wheel were nine smaller black and gold Eight Treasure Wheels, resembling a solar system. The carpet's edges were woven with intertwined black and gold dragon and auspicious cloud patterns. Inside the bedchamber, besides a low couch and a long, low table, there were almost no other bedding. Four floor lamps, each over a meter tall, stood at the base of the walls, their golden pillars adorned with ferocious golden dragons. The dragons' gaping mouths held two grayish-white skulls the size of fists, each head resting on a glass lotus cup containing three luminous pearls the size of pigeon eggs. The soft glow of these dragons illuminated every dark corner of the bedchamber. The walls and ceiling of the bedchamber were painted with exquisite murals, vibrant, weighty, and solemn, inspiring a sense of mystery and awe. A small window,

about one square meter in size, opened near the cliff edge, its panes inlaid with movable, transparent crystal to shield it from wind and snow. The faint morning light slanted through the crystal onto the large low couch beneath the window, creating a half-light, half-shadow world, a ghostly realm of light and shadow.

A long, low table in front of the couch was laden with various foods. King Guge sat imposingly on a low couch, his long, slightly wavy hair, reaching his shoulders, still styled in several thin braids at his temples, adorned with skull sapphire pendants. Around his neck hung a string of nine-eyed dzi beads and two strings of large red coral beads. He wore a snow-white silk shirt, the sleeves and hem embroidered with white-gold scrollwork and dragon patterns. Over this shirt, he casually wore a royal blue brocade robe embroidered with longevity characters, the cuffs and collar trimmed with brown sable fur. He wore snow-white silk trousers embroidered with dragon patterns, and black high-top leather boots, the sides of which were knotted with interwoven gold and silver thread. From head to toe, he exuded indescribable elegance and nobility. However, his deep bronze skin, sharply defined features, piercingly cold dark brown eyes like a vulture, and exceptionally tall and imposing physique added a touch of fierce and domineering power to this elegance and nobility.

Two magnificent snow leopards lay languidly at his feet, licking their fur with cat-like grace and nobility.

Eight beautiful young maids, some standing and some kneeling, surrounded the low couch, serving the most esteemed king in the palace with humility and care.

Luo Zhu was dragged along by the silver lion. The spacious and opulent palace of the Guge King came into view, but she couldn't register it in her mind. The pain in her right shoulder and back filled her with fear, and the faint, fresh smell of blood lingering in the palace made her heart clench. Everything before her, whether objects or people, seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of reddish-black, menacing aura, lunging at her from all directions, suffocating and drowning her.

*Thump*

—she was thrown onto the low table by the silver lion. A sharp pain shot through her back from the powerful jolt, causing her to let out a soft, muffled groan. The pain in her right shoulder lessened somewhat after the silver lion's sharp teeth left, but warm, sticky fluid began to seep from her shoulder, soaking her robes.

She bit her lower lip hard, feeling a terrifying, pungent aura pressing down on her, making it almost impossible to breathe. Beads of cold sweat broke out, instantly soaking her inner garment. Head bowed and eyes lowered, she endured the excruciating pain, slowly wriggling to adjust her body, kneeling in the most humbly obsequious posture before King Guge.

"Awooo—"

Upon seeing King Guge, the silver lion let out a low, joyful howl, wagging its chrysanthemum-like tail as it moved closer. The maidservants serving King Guge immediately moved aside, making room for it.

King Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun of Guge smiled faintly, a half-smile playing on his lips. His left hand stroked the head of the crouching Yinni (a mythical beast), while his right hand picked up a piece of beef from a blue-and-white porcelain plate and lovingly fed it to Yinni.

"Well done, Yinni. There's no need to diligently care for disobedient and lowly slaves." He approvingly bestowed another piece of meat upon Yinni, his deep, resonant, and coldly indifferent laughter carrying a chilling edge. "If any slave disobeys you, eat her ears and bite her throat."

"Awooo—" Yinni let out a muffled howl, whether agreeing with Zanbu Zhuodun's words or simply being affectionate towards him, it was unclear.

"Silver Lion, there are countless slaves in Guge. You can have as many slaves as you want to serve you." The cold, deep voice shifted, a hint of amusement creeping in. "But this is the first time I've seen a female slave who has won both your favor and the affections of Da Xue and Xiao Xue."

Yesterday, if it weren't for the mastiff and snow leopard's painstaking rescue, this lowly slave lying prostrate on the ground would have been torn to pieces. She was also the first slave to survive at his feet.

In the Nuri cage ditch, he had seen a swollen, peeling face, almost unrecognizable. Now, that face should have healed by now. He casually picked up the long whip from the low couch, flicked it, and scooped up the female slave lying on the ground. With a swing of his arm, the slave leaped through the air over the low table and was pulled before him.

He removed the whip, watching her stiffly and quickly assume the kneeling posture, without raising her head or uttering a sound throughout the entire process. The corners of his lips deepened slightly as he used the tip of his boot to lift her chin. Her

fine braids parted and fell to either side as her head was raised, revealing most of her small face. This female slave was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with the characteristic reddish-brown skin of a Boba woman. Her cheeks lacked a healthy flush, her forehead was smooth and full, and her arched eyebrows were dark and beautiful. Her large, bright eyes, suddenly meeting his, were filled with terror and fear, like a small animal cornered by a hunter. Her nose was small and straight, and her lips, also pale, were neither large nor small, slightly full, with some dry, peeling patches. Her lips lacked a defined lip line, only two beautiful, flowing curves, the upper lip slightly upturned, like two lovely and alluring flower petals. The only flaw was the bloodstains and deep teeth marks on her lower lip, clearly indicating it had been viciously bitten.

Her face was delicate, but only of average beauty in the palace. She appeared timid, harmless, and humble at first glance, but in reality, this lowly slave girl, radiating weakness, had survived beheading sacrifices, endured branding and torture, suffered hunger and thirst along the way, killed a mastiff, gained the silver lion's approval, and escaped from the underground stone prison with a burden.

If he wasn't mistaken, Lie was the first man to notice her. He wanted to see what kind of interesting slave girl, who had attracted Lie's attention and won the favor of the mastiff and the snow leopard, would be. His gaze fell on her right shoulder, where there was a dark, damp patch, exuding a fresh and alluring sweet smell of blood.

Chapter 55 Entering the Beast's Palace (Part 3)

He condescended slightly, grabbed her right side of her robe, and gently ripped it, tearing all her clothes inside and out, revealing her bare shoulder.

A walnut-sized slave mark, the size of a walnut, was suddenly branded onto his rounded, reddish-brown shoulder. The black mark was shallowly indented, with a dark red rim. To remove it, one would have to gouge out a large chunk of flesh and skin along his right shoulder bone. Below the shoulder was a ring of bloodstained teeth marks, left by the silver lion as it dragged him. His rough, long fingers touched the bloodstained shoulder, rubbing it forcefully a few times. A glint of cold, sinister light flashed in his eyes. Still using his hands? How could that possibly be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... with a controlled, irresistible sensation! Click to enter.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the maids, Zanbu Zhuodun suddenly lifted Luo Zhu up and pulled her into his arms, grabbing the clothes that had fallen onto her upper arm and continuing to pull them down, revealing her entire right arm.

His slender yet fleshy arms were covered with a crisscrossing network of scars, making them look particularly gruesome and terrifying. The deeper wounds were still long, dark red scars, while the shallower ones had scabs that were slightly raised, seemingly ready to fall off on their own in a day or two.

His long fingers moved to a scab that was partially raised, his fingertip pressing against it, and he gave Luo Zhu a cold, shallow smile. Then, with a flick of his fingertip, he forcibly peeled the scab off her arm.

Ever since she was dragged before the Beast King by the whip, Luo Zhu's mind and body had been in a state of high tension and terror. Without any strong self-suggestion, her body automatically chose to submit to the overwhelming and terrifying pressure. A sudden pain shot through her arm, and her gaze involuntarily fell upon it.

The wound where the scab had been removed was deep red in the center, pale rose-colored around the edges, and light pinkish-white at the corners. Light pinkish-white, light pinkish-white… Luo Zhu's body trembled uncontrollably. The reason was simple: the outermost pale pink was the true color of her skin after the wounds had healed.

"A lowly mastiff slave, how dare you deceive me!"

A deep, resonant, cold voice whispered in her ear. A large, bronze hand gripped her right upper arm, constricting it like an iron clamp. The rough hand slid down her arm like a planer, peeling away layers of scabs, some deep, some shallow. Some unhealed wounds were torn open, and bright red blood quickly seeped out, winding glaring lines down her arm.

Luo Zhu gritted her teeth, desperately suppressing the screams that threatened to burst forth. Waves of burning pain shot through her arm, a slow, agonizing agony. Her body trembled more violently, sweat streaming down her face.

"Get out!" With a cold shout, as the large hand reached her slender wrist, she was violently thrown away.

A snow leopard, with lightning speed, leaped forward and cushioned her fall. Even with this soft cushion, she still felt dizzy, her bones aching as if they were broken.

She lay helplessly on the snow leopard, and through the gaps in her braids, she saw her blood staining the Beast King's snow-white sleeves, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, exuding a poignant beauty. The Beast King, seated on the low couch, stretched his blood-stained hand to the silver lion's mouth. And the silver-gray mastiff, which she had thought wouldn't bite her but had harmed her, greedily and contentedly licked her blood with its scarlet tongue, its half-closed blue triangular eyes filled with cold, venomous malice.

A beast is a beast; one moment it can wag its tail affectionately, the next it can tear you to pieces and devour you completely. She lowered her eyes indifferently, watching the snow leopard beneath her turn its head, its large tongue licking her bloodied right arm. The beast's barbed tongue scraped at her still-healing, delicate skin, causing both itchiness and pain. Her heart grew colder, heavier, and more numb.

She heard the beast king's deep voice instruct the maids, "Take her away, wash her clean, and drag her back up."

Several maids dragged her into the side cave dug for bathing. Her whole body was still in pain, but she had become numb to the pain. Like a tattered rag doll, she was thrown into a wooden tub and washed up and down. Her mind gradually went blank amidst the continuous pain, leaving only one thought—to live.

Gesang Zhuoma had just climbed through the curtain when two palace servants firmly pressed her to the ground. Through the arched doorway, she watched helplessly as Sister Luozhu was bitten by the silver lion and cruelly tortured by the King of Guge.

In the instant Luo Zhu's body was thrown into the air, she closed her eyes in despair, biting her lower lip deeply to swallow the sobs and screams rising in her throat. Large tears rolled down the crimson carpet, spreading and staining it.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her dry, aching eyes and continued to peek through the gaps in her braids.

The dining table in front of the low couch had been cleared away, and a large basin filled with the finest raw yak meat sat at King Guge's right foot. He smiled slightly, tossing pieces of beef out, playing with the silver lion and the two snow leopards, occasionally turning his head to drink a cup of fine wine offered by a maid. If it weren't for the glaring bloodstains on his snow-white sleeves, his cold cruelty would have seemed like a dream, a mirage.

Her teeth clenched so tightly they rattled. Luo Zhu was right; he was a beast, a terrifying beast in human skin.

Suddenly, she saw four maids bowing and dragging Sister Luozhu out of the bathing cave. They tossed her like trash before the beastly king, then bowed and retreated behind the low couch, standing silently and solemnly.

When she saw Sister Luozhu, haphazardly draped in a coarse blue cloth over a fur robe, struggling to move, kneeling trembling before the beastly king, her slender body shaking like withered, dying grass in the autumn wind, Gesang Zhuoma's dry eyes suddenly welled up again. Her hands, pressed against the carpet, clenched into fists, filled with self-reproach and guilt. She was useless, unable to help, unable to save Sister Luozhu.

Sister Luozhu, you must be strong and hold on. I believe in you, I believe you will survive this time too. You have always protected and supported me to live, and I must do something for you.

She gently touched her forehead to the carpet, closed her eyes, and silently recited prayers for blessings over and over again. In Namua Village, every morning, she would see her ancestor shaking prayer wheels in front of the prayer hall, devoutly chanting scriptures and praying for the entire family. Sometimes, she, her mother, and her two younger brothers would join her ancestor in chanting prayers for their family. But now, she was only praying for one sister, Luo Zhu, hoping that all the gods and Buddhas would hear her chanting and bestow blessings upon Luo Zhu, even transferring all her own good fortune to her.

After Zanbu Zhuodun threw the last piece of beef at the silver lion, two maids immediately knelt before him, carefully wiping his hands clean with fragrant, damp handkerchiefs.

He waved the maids away, looking down at the lowly female slave kneeling at his feet, his cold, sharp eyes narrowing slightly, and said indifferently, "Crawl over here."

"Yes," Luo Zhu replied softly. Immediately, she used both hands and feet to slowly crawl forward. With each step forward, a sharp pain shot through her back, but she could only grit her teeth and endure it. As the maid forcefully washed her, she thought of nothing but one thing: she had to survive, to escape this hellish palace alive.

Reaching the black boots, she timidly stopped, lying motionless on the ground.

Zanbu Zhuotun toyed with the large sapphire ring on his middle finger, his critical gaze sweeping over her.

The female slave at his feet knelt in humble reverence, her thick braids, wet and glossy, appearing even more black and supple, revealing glimpses of her fair, smooth neck through the gaps in the braids.

Chapter 56 Entering the Beast's Palace (Part Four)

"Raise your head."

Hearing the indifferent, cold command, Luo Zhu shrank back and slowly raised her head. When she met those sharp, cold, deep, dark brown eagle eyes that seemed capable of devouring and freezing a person, every nerve in her body screamed for escape. She was afraid of this beastly, terrifying man, truly afraid. The sight of him brought back the bloody hell of Namua Village. She was afraid, afraid that before she could even struggle to escape, she would become a mutilated corpse in a bloody hell.

After being washed clean, the female slave indeed had delicate, fair skin. However, her cheeks and lips were tinged with purple, and the fear in her eyes was even greater than before; she looked so fragile she seemed ready to faint at any moment.

"You're not a Boba." He pinched her round, delicate chin with his fingers, clearly feeling her slight trembling. He pointed out indifferently, "Only noble ladies from the Central Plains, raised in seclusion, could have such fair and smooth skin. Tell me, who are you?" He paused, then teasingly blew a warm breath onto her pale, terrified face. His sharp, resolute lips curved slightly, but his cold, hawk-like eyes showed no softness. "Don't try to deceive me again; the consequences will be unbearable for you."

"Your Majesty, I...I am not a noblewoman from the Central Plains. My home is very, very far away from here. I...I was chanting sutras and praying on my way to the temple, and when I opened my eyes, I was...standing outside Namu'a Village, far away from everything about my hometown. I...I don't know why...why I...came here? I settled in Namu'a Village, and six months later...I became a mastiff slave." The things she had once confessed to Shakya Shakya Xiu were now being uttered again. Absurd, yet the absolute truth. She was even more grateful that she hadn't lied to Shakya

Shakya Xiu. "Has Lie Shakya Xiu questioned your origins?" His hawk-like eyes narrowed dangerously, shooting out a chilling, menacing light. Looking back, he suspected that this lowly slave girl definitely knew the name "Lie Shakya Xiu."

"Yes," Luo Zhu replied fearfully.

Zanbu Zhuotun fell silent. Lie had questioned this slave girl but spared her life, which meant that what she said was most likely true. He suddenly remembered that when he returned to the capital, King Pema Danji had said he had sensed someone peering at the spirit eye on the long sword and had asked him if he had encountered any strange people. At the time, he had answered no. Now, it seemed that the person Pema Danji was referring to was this strangely-born female slave. He suddenly lifted Luo Zhu, who was kneeling on the ground, and threw her onto the low couch. His massive body pressed down on her, and his high, straight nose brought close to her neck, sniffing carefully.

Luo Zhu's body stiffened abruptly; her severely damaged back could no longer support her struggles. She dared not provoke him and make any untimely resistance. She could only lie limp on the couch like a lump of soft flesh, at his mercy. His gaze was fixed on a golden lotus painted on the ceiling of the cave, looking at it with unprecedented focus, his eyes gradually becoming hazy.

"You exude the scent of a virgin." After a while, a deep, cold voice, devoid of any emotion, sounded from his neck. His sharply defined features blocked the gaze of the lotus flower, his piercing, cold eyes staring down at her like a beast about to tear its prey apart.

"Your Majesty, I...I am a virgin," Luo Zhu stammered, bewildered. She didn't understand why the topic had suddenly shifted to her innocence, but she answered hastily, not daring to be careless. Was being a virgin a guarantee of survival?

"However, virgins don't always have intact hymens," Zanbu Zhuotun sneered. "Spread your legs wide; I need to examine you."

Luo Zhu shook her head in terror, her lips and cheeks growing increasingly pale and purplish. Her body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. She would rather be bitten by the silver lion again, kicked and thrown by the beast king again, than be brutally violated by him in front of a dozen women.

"Open up." Zanbu Zhuodun stared at her with a chilling, malevolent gaze, his slightly parted lips uttering a cold, cruel threat. "Or do you intend to offer your body to the mastiffs and snow leopards?"

Han Che's body instantly froze, gripped by boundless fear and the resistance that had just begun to stir. She bit her lower lip, suppressing the humiliation and terror, and tremblingly opened her legs.

Beneath her thin, coarse robe, she was naked. The beast king's large hand pulled up the hem of her robe, making no unnecessary movements, showing no mercy, and brutally thrusting into her dry, immature body.

A sharp, tearing pain shot through her body, which had never been penetrated before. The tender flesh inside writhed and contracted violently, trying to push away the intruder. But her desperate resistance seemed so insignificant against the man's powerful strength. His rough fingers pried open the tangled flesh, slowly penetrating the tight, soft passage.

Zanbu Zhuodun's long, rough fingers stopped short after penetrating only a small section. He raised an eyebrow slightly, his fingertips gently tracing the supple mucous membrane, then abruptly laughed, "Tsk, it's even the finest crescent shape."

Luo Zhu stiffened, trembling uncontrollably, her unfocused eyes staring blankly at the terrifying man on top of her, desperately trying to endure the sharp, unpleasant pain emanating from her body. Beneath Tashi Langtso, she was a precious treasure held in his palm, her heart filled with nothing but shyness and sweet warmth. In Shakya Tashi's hands, she was an amusing plaything, worthy of teasing. Beneath the Beast King, she was merely merchandise to be inspected. Images of the women of Namtso village having their internal genitalia ripped out by soldiers flashed before her eyes, and the fear of death filled her chest. That fear was so immense that it easily suppressed her instinctive shame and the humiliation of her humanity.

Zanbu Zhuodun carefully examined her for a while before slowly withdrawing his fingers. His bronze fingers weren't covered in the clear, sticky fluid of passion; only a faint trace of blood stained the tip.

"How old are you?" He picked up Luo Zhu's left hand, his rough, warm palm gently caressing her scarred arm.

"Twenty." Luo Zhu watched in despair as the bronze fingertips playfully picked at the scabs. Her left arm, too, couldn't escape abuse?

"Twenty..." Zanbu Zhuodun murmured, his hawk-like eyes deep and unfathomable.

Twenty was the final age for offering sacrifices. Should he offer this female slave to Baima Danji? He casually tossed the slave away, and unsurprisingly, Yin Ni and the snow leopard caught her safely.

The slave's petite, slender body curled up in a ball, whether from fear or pain, it was unclear. Her fine braids completely obscured her face, making her expression unreadable. The silver lion and snow leopard surrounded her, licking her exposed, fair skin from time to time, occasionally tossing her around like a ball with their paws, finding it quite amusing.

While Baima Danji found those who could see into the longsword's soul eye interesting, he found the slaves treated as playthings by the mastiffs and snow leopards far more amusing.

Having made his decision, he rose and allowed the maids to change his blood-stained robes. He glanced away again and strode towards the palace gates. Passing the outer room, he paused slightly, then suddenly kicked Gesang Zhuoma into the inner room.

"If that mastiff slave named Pig dies from being cared for, you won't live either," he said indifferently before leaving the palace.

From the beginning, he had felt two burning gazes, sometimes resentful towards him, sometimes worried towards the mastiffs he had abused. So these two mastiffs were indeed so unruly. However, the lack of virginity from the mastiff kneeling outside dampened his interest considerably.

Chapter 57 Hellish Life (Part 1)

From that day on, Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma officially became mastiffs summoned and dismissed at will by the King of Guge. As long

as Yin Ni accompanied the King on his guard duties, except when discussing important state affairs, people could often see two mastiffs dressed in the lowest-ranking robes among the maids and guards following behind the King.

They were always in a bowed posture, their fine braids hanging down from their temples, obscuring most of their faces, making it difficult to see their features clearly. However, almost everyone knew that the slightly shorter, fair-skinned mastiff had become the only one to escape the King's clutches so far, thanks to the rescue of the mastiff and the snow leopard.

It was said that early the next morning, the King summoned this female slave, granting her the supreme right to freely enter and leave the palace with the mastiff, a truly supreme honor.

Two lowly mastiff slaves, to have won such royal favor—in retrospect, this was unprecedented. Yet, strangely, throughout the entire palace, from high-ranking officials to the lowest slaves, aside from a few newly arrived palace servants and attendants whose eyes occasionally betrayed barely concealed envy and resentment, the vast majority remained indifferent and calm. A few even showed a deep-seated pity when they looked at them.

To hell with pity, I don't want it! To hell with such extreme favor, I don't want it!

Luo Zhu roared inwardly countless times, but ultimately could only silently accept her fate. She admitted that after the day the Beast King had abused her arms, he hadn't been so cruel to her again. Of course, that was assuming his frequent tossing of her through the air wasn't considered brutal. The injuries on her back had also healed with Gesang Zhuoma's tacit approval, who had carefully applied and massaged them with a bottle of medicinal wine as a reward. Furthermore, perhaps the Beast King truly had a peculiar fondness for women with fair skin; she was given the unprecedented privilege of bathing in a tub of natural hot spring water every night, and a box of sunscreen oil made from precious pearls and medicinal herbs. Aside from sleeping in the mastiff enclosure with wild beasts every night, cleaning the enclosure and the dogs every day, and only getting half-eaten meals twice a day, her treatment was truly no less than that of a favored concubine.

However, she didn't really feel that her life was any better.

Because she firmly remembered Shakyamuni's admonition, "Never try to climb into the king's bed," she mistakenly interpreted the Beast King as a lustful and licentious ruler. But the truth was quite different; the Beast King was surprisingly an extremely abstinent man. She stayed by his side with the Silver Lion for nearly a month. Although he was always surrounded by a group of beautiful women, she never saw him lay a hand on any of them, nor did she see him summon any concubines to his bedchamber. Every night, he was accompanied by two snow leopards, occasionally with a few more mastiffs. Her fears of being brutally violated were completely unfounded and needless. Sometimes, seeing the Beast King's disciplined life, like that of a high-ranking monk, she ironically felt that her own heart was impure, like a peacock displaying its plumage.

Yet, he was indeed a beast in every sense of the word. He was cold-blooded, cruel, deep-seated, and unpredictable, regarding human life as worthless. He would kill at the slightest provocation, and inflicting torture on people was commonplace. The various bloody scenes constantly tested her and Gesang Zhuoma's incredibly fragile nerves, making them feel as if they were living in a bloody hell every moment.

Horror movies were shown every day, and after watching them for nearly a month, what they gained was not numbness, but an endless accumulation of fear. She didn't know how much longer she could endure it, only that if she didn't find a way to escape, when the fear exceeded its limit and completely collapsed, she would definitely become a severe mental patient, the kind of severe patient with both mania and depression.

The heavy, brightly colored, and solemnly dignified floor-length cashmere curtains were gently lifted by two maids waiting beside her. A beautiful maid bowed gracefully and stepped lightly into the study, which was about forty square meters.

"Your Majesty, please have some tea." The maid knelt carefully before Zanbu Zhuodun, who was reviewing memorials, and respectfully held up a carved and jewel-inlaid silver tray, in the center of which was a cup of steaming high-quality butter tea.

Unfortunately, Zanbu Zhuodun was engrossed in state affairs and did not respond to the maid's report that she had brought him butter tea at the appointed time. The lowly maid dared not urge the king, and could only kneel silently, holding the tray.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma did not wait on Zanbu Zhuodun's left side, within easy reach, like Yin Ni, but instead leaned back, half-sitting, half-kneeling in the shadows where the butter lamp did not reach, serving as inconspicuous background figures. Seeing this, the two exchanged a glance and shook their heads slightly, averting their gaze.

After a while, Luo Zhu couldn't help but glance sideways at the maid, secretly admiring her. She was indeed a palace maid who had undergone rigorous training; her manners were extraordinary, and she held the tray with unwavering composure. If it were her, her arm would have been trembling uncontrollably, spilling countless cups of tea.

By the time Zanbu Zhuodun had only one memorial left to review, about half an hour had passed. The tea-serving maid's arm finally swayed and gave way, and suddenly, the wobbling tray tilted to the lower left, causing the exquisite blue-and-white porcelain bowl of butter tea to roll onto the crimson carpet with a soft thud.

"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me..."

The tea-serving maid's beautiful face instantly drained of color, revealing the terror of death. She frantically prostrated herself on the ground, her head repeatedly pounding against the floor, pleading for mercy.

Zanbu Zhuodun seemed oblivious to the maid's trembling pleas, slowly and methodically finishing reviewing the last memorial. Then, he raised his head and, expressionless, clapped his hands.

The curtain moved again, and two valiant, fierce guards, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, entered, kneeling on one knee to receive the order: "Your Majesty, please give the command."

"Cut off this maid's hand, pull out her tongue, and feed her to the mastiffs." The deep, resonant voice was coldly indifferent, as if the last words were merely three unimportant phrases.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"No, no, Your Majesty, spare me! Please spare me! Please spare me!" The maid, trembling, screamed and wailed, kowtowing more and more fiercely with each thrust, her forehead instantly

turning red and purple, her beautiful eyes filled with desperate fear. Zanbu Zhuotun leaned lazily against the wide back of the tiger-skin-padded chair, his right hand slowly stroking the snow leopard's head, seemingly full of affection. A faint smile curved his lips, like a chilling, eternally cold peak; or like an elusive white cloud drifting in the high-altitude sky. The slight curve in his sharp, defined features did not soften his features; instead, it exuded a chilling, menacing aura.

The two guards who had received the order did not hesitate. One swiftly crouched forward, kneeling on the offending maid's back, his strong hands gripping her wrists and pressing them to the carpet, rendering her immobile. The other drew a short sword from his buttocks; a flash of cold light, followed by a piercing scream, and a pair of delicate wrists were brutally severed by the sharp blade. Crimson blood gushed from the severed wrists like a fountain, soaking a large area of the carpet, the pungent stench of blood rapidly spreading through the room.

The guard who had held her hands picked up the severed wrists and, without a second glance, tossed them in front of the silver lion lying to the left of Zanbu Zhuodun. Then, he grabbed the maid's cheeks, roughly forcing her mouth open wide. The guard with the knife reached out and pulled out the maid's tongue. With a swift stroke of his dagger along the base of her tongue, he severed it

, tossing it away. The silver lion opened its jaws wide and caught the tongue perfectly. With two slurps, the small tongue was swallowed whole. It licked its lips, its triangular eyes filled with unsatisfied longing. Reluctantly, it lowered its head, picked up a severed wrist, and began to chew it up, finding something better than nothing.

Zanbu Zhuodun glanced at the maid, who was bleeding profusely and had fainted from the pain, and calmly ordered the two guards, "Drag her out for the mastiffs to enjoy."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The two guards each grabbed one of the maid's severed wrists and dragged her away like a corpse, leaving a damp, dark trail on the carpet. And what they were dragging away was indeed a "corpse" about to be devoured alive by the mastiffs.

Whipping, beating to death, gouging out eyes, pulling out tongues, cutting off noses, shaving ears, severing wrists, chopping off feet, ripping tendons, removing bones, branding with fire, feeding to mastiffs… a variety of tortures were performed continuously for nearly a month. Anyone serving by the Beast King's side witnessed bloodshed almost daily, and lived in constant fear of being next. It's no wonder that such a life evoked little envy, jealousy, or resentment, and it's no wonder it garnered pitying glances.

Luo Zhu bit her lower lip again, barely suppressing her terrified screams, though her body still trembled uncontrollably.

Chapter 58 Hellish Life (Part Two)

Gesang Zhuoma, witnessing everything, also trembled violently, her face ashen, beads of cold sweat streaming down her forehead and cheeks. Her bright eyes were dull and lifeless, terror and horror churning within them like a raging storm approaching the sea. She clung tightly to Luo Zhu, a sudden spasm in her throat, a wave of nausea rising in her stomach, and she opened her mouth to vomit.

Luo Zhu, quick as a flash, grabbed a corner of his robe and stuffed it into her mouth, pulling her head tightly into his arms, effectively blocking her view.

"Don't vomit." Vomiting would kill you. His hoarse voice was barely audible, and his arms tightened around her. Her gaze wasn't on Gesang Zhuoma, nor on the Beast King, but on the silver lion's mouth, which was happily chewing on the woman's wrist.

Compared to the sharp, hard teeth of a wild beast, the girl's wrist seemed so soft and delicate. The silver lion, like chewing broad beans, snapped off finger after finger, crushing bone after bone, grinding a once-intact hand into a bloody pulp of flesh and bone. Crimson blood stained its gleaming white teeth, and thin strands of flesh and tendons clung between the teeth, the dripping saliva turning from clear to a pale scarlet. Its usual deep, cold blue eyes were replaced by a bloodthirsty excitement and greedy cruelty rarely shown to her.

Nearly a month ago, the silver lion had bitten and sucked on her right shoulder, licking some of her blood through the beast king's hand. In that moment, she realized that no matter how monstrous the silver lion's intelligence, no matter how much it loved her as its pet, it could not extinguish its capricious, ferocious nature. For the next few days, she remained wary and cautious around the silver lion. Perhaps pleased with her obedience, the silver lion, like the beast king, never harmed her again in their subsequent days and nights together, and even protected her.

Every day it would lick her face with its warm, slightly fishy, rough tongue, and every night it would warm her body with its thick fur. It would often rub its head against her body to show affection, and paw at her, teasing her to play with it. It would leave her the best piece of yak meat from its food bowl, and would condescend to carry her through the palace. It would also hold her hands and feet in its mouth, gently grinding them with its teeth. The force it used was just right, so as not to cause her pain, but only to bring her a ticklish, comfortable sensation.

It never stopped other mastiffs from attacking and tearing at palace servants and slaves, but it never participated either, usually standing on the periphery watching coldly, its ears perked up, as if enjoying a wonderful performance.

Gradually, her defenses and vigilance lowered, and unconsciously she gave Yin Ni a status akin to family and friend, even secretly believing that Yin Ni felt the same way about her. But now, cruel reality shattered all her illusions. The family and friend she thought she had was essentially a ferocious beast, a beast that wanted to bite and devour people. She had never gained its loyalty or recognition; its only unwavering loyalty was to its chosen master, the beast king. And she was forever a pet kept at the mastiff's mouth, ready to be devoured at any moment.

Zanbu Zhuodun turned around and saw the amusing female slave staring intently at the voraciously eating Yin Ni.

She held another mastiff's head tightly in her arms, her slender body trembling slightly. Her fair, delicate face was ashen, her upper teeth biting hard into her pale lower lip. Her large, clear eyes, mostly black with little white, reflected only the image of the silver lion chewing on her hand. The expression on her face was less one of intense fear and shrinking back, and more one of utter despair and grief, as if some beautiful emotion she had relied on had suddenly shattered, something she couldn't bear, couldn't possibly endure. Could this mastiff slave harbor feelings for the silver lion that were far from ordinary? Thinking this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of interest.

He knew that the silver lion deeply loved its chosen mastiff slave. Often, it even defied its fierce, cold, arrogant, and ruthless nature as a alpha mastiff, lowering itself to fawn over its slave. For this slave, it commanded its pack of mastiffs to prostrate themselves, and its relationship with its pet snow leopard became even more harmonious and peaceful, completely unlike the majestic king who roamed the mountains, or the fierce leader commanding thousands of mastiffs. It was precisely because of this bizarre situation that he suddenly had the idea of keeping this mastiff slave. Now, it seemed the situation was becoming increasingly interesting. Turning

back, he stroked his chin and asked Luo Zhu with a hint of curiosity, "Pig, is it interesting to watch the silver lion eat a human hand?" He had no interest in probing the real name of a lowly mastiff slave, so he continued to call him by the slave name that Lie had mentioned before.

The abrupt question startled Luo Zhu, who was immersed in his own world. His stiff eyes blinked, his mind still blank for a moment, but his reflexes controlled his eyes to look back. In the dark,

moist pupils was a blank despair, a blank fear. The mastiff slave in front of him looked like a wounded fawn abandoned by its parents in the desert. Seeing this, his cold and indifferent heart stirred slightly, and a strong desire to tear it apart and abuse it surged up.

"Is it interesting for the Silver Lion to eat human hands? You're so focused you haven't even blinked." Zanbu Zhuodun suppressed his lust, leaning his arm on the armrest of the chair, resting his chin on his hand, his dark red lips slightly parted, his hawk-like eyes narrowed, a sharp, cold, and sinister charm tinged with a sinister allure. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll be merciful and give the Silver Lion the maids standing by the curtain as well, so you can see to your heart's content, how about it?"

"Your Majesty, spare us!" The two maids standing by the curtain, upon hearing the terrible news, were instantly terrified, immediately prostrating themselves on their knees, begging for mercy.

The panicked, fear-filled pleas for mercy were like a bolt from the blue, completely jolting the dazed Luo Zhu awake. Her face turned even paler in an instant, and she hurriedly released Gesang Zhuoma, pressing her head down heavily onto the carpet with a "thud."

"Your Majesty, I... dare not bask in your grace, I beg... I beg Your Majesty..."

Thump—thump—thump—

She prostrated herself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Zanbu Zhuodun as if she felt no pain. Based on nearly a month of interaction, she knew that if she finished speaking her refusal, it would mean her death was imminent. The Beast King hated nothing more than anything that defied his will. Whether living or inanimate; whether a highly intelligent human or a less intelligent beast, anyone who hindered him, who defied him, would meet a truly tragic end.

"Awooo—" The silver lion heard the sound, looked up at Luo Zhu who was kowtowing violently, pondered for a moment, then turned to Zanbu Zhuodun, wagging its tail and howling softly. The rumbling sound was rather long, containing a hint of coquettishness.

Zanbu Zhuotun chuckled softly, "Pig, stop now. Yinni doesn't like hearing this kind of kowtowing."

Luo Zhu's movements stopped abruptly, her body frozen in place, her forehead pressed tightly against the carpet, sweat trickling silently down her cheeks. At this moment, she was extremely grateful for the long braids hanging down her head, which gave her a narrow space to breathe.

However, before she could catch her breath, her scalp tightened suddenly, followed by a sharp pain, forcing her to tilt her head back.

Sharp, majestic eagle eyes slowly scanned her face, a hint of amusement in them, yet cold and emotionless: "Tonight, you will accompany Yinni to my palace to rest."

The moment the words fell, Luo Zhu screamed, instinctively managing to utter half a "no," before her powerful reason suddenly prevailed, her teeth snapping back, biting her lower lip hard. After a moment, she trembled and managed to utter a weak "yes."

"Remember, only you will accompany Yinni to the palace. Don't bring any extra food for the snow leopard." Zanbu Zhuodun glanced meaningfully at Gesang Zhuoma, who was lying unconscious on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You suffocated her just now, and you used too much force when you made her kowtow, which made her lucky enough to faint and avoid having to kowtow so much. If it weren't for the fact that you kowtowed until your head was swollen, this disrespectful mastiff who dared to faint in front of the king would have been torn to pieces long ago." He paused, his fingers that were pulling on Luo Zhu's braid lifted upwards, and after seeing the look of pain on her face... Then, he said calmly, "You are the mastiff chosen by Yin Ni. You must be obedient and submissive to it, and know how to serve and please it." He loosened the braid wrapped around his fingers, letting the small head slam heavily onto the carpet, coldly uttering his final words, "Remember, a mastiff who has lost the right to serve has no reason to live."

Heh, he wanted to see if this mastiff named Pig would continue to maintain its previous intimacy as if nothing had happened after witnessing Yin Ni eating people, or would it flee in terror and fear? Where was Yin Ni's limit of tolerance for her? Would it ultimately succumb to its bestial nature and bite her to death? Tsk tsk, how intriguing.

"Yes... Your Majesty." Luo Zhu prostrated herself, her reply so soft it seemed to dissipate with a gust of wind.

Chapter 59 Hellish Life (Part 3)

Luo Zhu placed the unconscious Gesang Zhuoma in a sheltered spot in the mastiff house, carefully covered her with a tattered felt, and then laid a thick layer of dry grass on top to keep her warm.

The felt blanket was secretly collected by Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo from discarded tattered blankets belonging to the palace servants, then sewn together with needle and thread. It was large enough to completely wrap the two of them. They made two blankets in total, keeping one for themselves and giving one to Gesang Zhuoma. At the time, it was Gesang Zhuoma who accepted their gift, indifferently turning her eyes away to play with the silver lion on the other side.

Since Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo were single-mindedly focused on revenge despite all advice, she wouldn't say anything more, nor would she try to stop them. She might even go against her conscience and create an opportunity for them to get close to the beast king, hoping their revenge would cause a huge disturbance and create a chance for her to escape. Of course, even if there was no chance to escape, she wouldn't lose anything; at most, she would continue living the same humiliating life as a mastiff slave. It was slightly regrettable that regardless of whether their revenge succeeded or not, Alanima and Quzhen Meiduo would definitely not survive. She didn't want too much contact with them, too many emotional entanglements; having Gesang Zhuoma on her mind was enough.

Her fingers gently traced Gesang Zhuoma's pale blue lower eyelids, her brow furrowing slightly. She didn't know what was wrong, but recently Gesang Zhuoma's health seemed to be deteriorating: the sight of blood would make her nauseous and vomit, her cheeks had lost their healthy rosy hue, and she was listless all day long, falling asleep at the drop of a hat regardless of the place or occasion. Not only was she lethargic, but she also frequently fainted, remaining in a semi-conscious state until the next day.

She knew that lowly slaves weren't entitled to see a doctor when ill, but she couldn't just watch Gesang Zhuoma slowly weaken and eventually die. Perhaps she should take the risk of sneaking into the council hall and asking Shakyamuni to find a doctor to examine Gesang Zhuoma? Although that man was as cruel and ruthless as a beast, a heartless character who didn't treat slaves like human beings, comparison is the best teacher. Compared to the terrifying beast king, he was clearly much easier to approach. After all, he had spared her during the sacrifice; he had given her a bone when she was hungry; and he had visited her every day while she was recovering. She was the slave he had branded with his own hands; surely he wouldn't kill her so easily? ...Uh, probably...no, right?

Luo Zhu pondered for a long time, still unsure whether she would be killed by Shakyamuni. She glanced down at Gesang Zhuoma's haggard, faded face and sighed heavily. Well, whatever the outcome, since she had sworn to protect Gesang Zhuoma, she would not break her promise. She would steel herself and beg Shakyamuni in a couple of days.

Having made her decision, she got up and used a felt mat to block the window, leaving only a narrow crack for ventilation. Seven or eight mastiffs were resting inside the room. Two of them suddenly got up and snuggled up to Gesang Zhuoma to sleep. She looked closely and recognized that these two mastiffs had been closest to Gesang Zhuoma and were the most affectionate towards her over the past month. Although these mastiffs were also fickle wild beasts, they were much more honest and simple-minded than the Silver Lion. With them guarding Gesang Zhuoma, she could at least feel half at ease.

"Awooo—"

came the muffled howl of the Silver Lion outside the door. It was urging her to go to the beast king's palace again. Deep down, Luo Zhu didn't want to go, but she had to go to save her life.

She had already washed herself with the hot spring water brought by the palace servants. She put on all her clothes, including cheap, coarse cotton trousers and a worn-out, plain sheepskin robe.

The slaves in the palace lived much better lives than those in noble households. Besides regular baths and a place to live, they also had a set of winter clothes. Compared to the howling winds and goose-feather snowflakes outside, the clothes were thin, but at least they provided enough to cover their bodies and keep them warm. For a time, she thought this was a glimmer of humanity in the beastly king, but later she learned that the high-class treatment the palace slaves received was simply due to his slightly eccentric obsession with cleanliness.

"I'm entrusting Zhuoma to your care," she said, patting the two mastiffs' heads with a smile and softly instructing them, "You can snuggle up close, be careful not to let Zhuoma catch a cold."

The two mastiffs rolled their eyes at her, let out a low growl, and then curled up, ignoring her completely. Damn it

, they're all so arrogant! Do they really think I'm toothless and can't bite dogs? Luo Zhu's face stiffened, and she glared resentfully at the two mastiffs that had already closed their eyes to rest, her teeth itching with hatred.

"Awooo—"

The familiar muffled howl echoed from outside the door once more, tinged with a hint of anxiety and impatience.

Her heart trembled, her face paled slightly, and she bit her lip, slowly moving out of the doghouse.

The moment the silver lion standing outside saw her, the impatience and annoyance in its blue triangular eyes vanished, replaced by joy and delight. It circled her once, its massive head nuzzling her legs, its teeth tugging at the hem of her robe, gesturing for her to follow.

Luo Zhu gave a silent, bitter smile, lowering her eyes to conceal the rising fear. Without a trace, she pulled the hem of her robe from the silver lion's mouth and said softly, "Silver lion, go first, I'll follow."

Before her lay a ruthless beast, a ferocious beast that preyed on people. Don't be fooled by its current docility, don't treat it like family or a friend, don't become dependent on it. Remember, those who never learn their lesson die only because they brought it upon themselves.

She maintained a distance of three steps behind Yinni, walking with her head bowed, constantly warning herself.

Vivid and mysterious murals flowed silently past on either side, crimson carpets stretched into the distance, and butter lamps on the corridor walls swayed gently. The armored, valiant guards and graceful, swaying maids standing in the corridor seemed to emerge from another dark world, radiating a deathly, vivid, mysterious, and eerie aura in the dim yellow light. The path beneath her feet was strangely distorted by the flickering lamplight, as if it were the road to the underworld, the cycle of reincarnation. And at the farthest, bright end, lay the hell that awaited her. Step by step, she helplessly marched towards hell, her soul sinking and churning in an ocean of fear, each step a soft, heavy

, and powerless weight. The crystal lotus-shaped night-shining pearl lamps before the Beast King's palace were exquisitely beautiful. Four imposing and fierce guards stood to the left and right amidst a soft, bright halo of light. Four mastiffs lay asleep at the entrance, opening their eyes and bowing their heads in submission as Yin Ni arrived, letting out a low howl.

Yin Ni glanced indifferently at the four mastiffs, howled again, and then strode confidently into the palace.

Following behind, she slowly lifted the heavy cashmere curtain, and as before, saw six beautiful palace maids kneeling in the outer room. One of the maids suddenly raised her head slightly and blinked rapidly at her, then quickly lowered her head again, the movements so swift that Yin Ni almost thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her steps faltered slightly, and surprise welled up in her heart. That maid was actually Alanima!? She really had a way with people; despite being alone and helpless, she had managed to rise from a palace maid serving a concubine to one serving a beastly king, bringing her one step closer to her revenge plan. Very well, the more capable you are, the better my escape is going to be. May you continue your efforts and all your wishes come true.

Kneeling on the thick, soft carpet, Luo Zhu crawled several steps into the inner room, prostrating himself before King Zanbu Zhuotun of Guge, who was reclining on a low couch. A barely perceptible smile played on his lips.

"This servant pays homage to the King," he said timidly, his voice trembling with fear and humility.

"Awooo—"

The silver lion rushed to Zanbu Zhuotun, its forelegs resting on the low couch, half-standing, and affectionately licked his left cheek, frolicking with abandon. Two snow leopards had already found their places in front of the low couch, curled up with their eyes closed. Their languid, elegant, and somewhat delicate expressions resembled those of two enormous house cats, making one both love and pity them, almost obscuring their ferocious, predatory nature.

“Silver Lion, I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” Zanbu Zhuodun wrapped his arms around Silver Lion’s neck, chuckling as he reached out to scratch its chin, his sharp eagle eyes coldly glancing at Luo Zhu, who was kneeling on the ground. Tonight, apart from a ruby earring on his left earlobe, he wore no other jewelry. He wore a snow-white silk shirt and wide-legged trousers, the sleeves and lapels embroidered with white-gold cross-dragon patterns. The shirt was half-open, revealing his strong neck, a section of his delicate and straight collarbone, and a small portion of his deep bronze, solid chest muscles, exuding a wild and fierce masculine aura, rich and alluring. A royal blue brocade dragon-patterned robe trimmed with otter fur hung loosely on his exceptionally tall and agile body, not appearing bulky, but rather adding a charmingly languid and leisurely air.

A chilling, regal aura descended from above, tugging at Luo Zhu's nerves and pressing down on her cells, leaving her no time to appreciate the masculine allure emanating from the man opposite her. She took a deep breath, suppressing her instinctive fear, and stammered, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, it was I who delayed Yin Ni."

A half-smile, half-humming sound came from above, a deep, resonant, cold, and magnetic voice lazily replying, "Yin Ni, I'm sleepy. Take your delayed mastiff to sleep somewhere else. If you're delayed again tomorrow night, don't blame me for punishing you ruthlessly."

"Awooo—"

Yin Ni responded cheerfully, whether it understood or not was unclear. In any case, Luo Zhu understood: first, she would continue sleeping here tomorrow; second, if she was late again tomorrow, her life would be over.

Chapter 60 Hellish Life (Part 4)

The Beast King's inner chamber was as spacious as ever. Four floor lamps with luminous pearls, a long low table, and a huge low couch were all the furnishings in the large room. There were no obstacles on the thick crimson carpet, so one could roll from one end to the other, in a straight line, diagonally, or any other direction.

The Silver Lion's favorite sleeping spot was not the corner with the floor lamps, nor the edge of the wide low couch, but the huge Vajra Eight Treasures Wheel woven in the center of the carpet. It left Zanbu Zhuodun, wagged its tail, and lay down in the center of the eight treasures wheel, which was about four square meters in size. It let out a low howl at Luo Zhu, who was kneeling not far away.

Luo Zhu pursed his lips tightly, kowtowed three times heavily to the Beast King, and, under the two powerful gazes that were sharp and indifferent yet contained a hint of interest, lowered his body as much as possible and slowly crawled towards the Silver Lion in a humiliating posture. In the instant she turned away from the two gazes, her swollen eyes finally welled up with tears, which rolled down her cheeks and disappeared into the crimson carpet.

She was human, a human, yet now she was forced to live like a dog—no, to live a life even lower than a dog, a life of humiliation and subservience.

Mencius said, "Wealth and rank cannot corrupt him, poverty and hardship cannot sway him, power and force cannot subdue him; this is what is meant by a great man." A great man should have such integrity. But she was not a proud, upright man; she was a weak, cowardly woman. Integrity was too abstract; she simply couldn't bring herself to commit suicide. She only knew how to live a concrete, authentic life, even if it meant living a life lower than a pack of mastiffs. Her teeth pressed down on her lower lip, her tongue tasting a familiar metallic sweetness. She swallowed the lump in her throat, blinked away the stinging moisture in her eyes, and slowly crawled towards the Vajra Eight Treasures Wheel. For thousands of years, all slaves have lived like this. Others can ignore the humiliation and live like livestock, barely surviving. She is no more noble than anyone else, so why can't she?

The eight auspicious symbols—lotus, right-spiraling white conch, goldfish, and others—woven from black and gold threads are vividly colored and lifelike. Looking at them intently, one feels a sense of awe and awe at their spinning mystery. Lying in the center is a powerful, long, and imposing silver lion with bristling fur and whiskers. Its ears are slightly erect, a wrinkle juts out from the bridge of its nose, and its deep, calm, cold, and arrogant blue triangular eyes reveal sharp, white teeth between its slightly parted lips, like a guardian beast perched on the wheel of life and death.

Luo Zhu felt a chill run down her spine. Avoiding the silver lion's gaze, she carefully climbed into the eight-treasure wheel, lay down beside it, and her body stiffened like a corpse. Only after the two sharp, cold gazes cast upon her shifted away did her tense heart relax slightly. "Just sleep like this," she thought. Although the beastly king had made threats, at least he hadn't done anything to abuse her yet. Shouldn't she feel fortunate?

Mencius also said, "Shun rose from the fields, Fu Yue from the construction site, Jiao Ge from the fish and salt trade, Guan Zhong from the ranks of the commoners, Sun Shu'ao from the sea, and Baili Xi from the marketplace. Therefore, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their will, strains their muscles and bones, starves their body, empties their resources, and frustrates their endeavors, so as to strengthen their resolve and increase their abilities." Perhaps the humiliation and hardship she suffered today would pave the way for future glory.

After repeating Mencius's words several times, the turbulent emotions of humiliation and confusion gradually calmed down. It seemed that Ah Q's self-deception was indeed very comforting. She gave a self-deprecating smile, closed her eyes, and suddenly noticed a huge black and gold eight-treasure wheel painted above her head, echoing the eight-treasure wheel below. A chilling thought suddenly flashed through her mind: she… seemed like a sacrificial animal!

The four maids serving in the inner room carefully covered the night-shining pearl lamps on the walls and then quietly withdrew.

The palace was plunged into a profound silence and darkness, with the faint sound of howling snow and wind outside the crystal windows. Luo Zhu quietly opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the pitch-black sky.

In the inky darkness, she could see nothing, but she felt as if she were facing a swirling black vortex. At the center of the vortex seemed to be a gigantic eye, staring intently at her, sinisterly tearing open her robes, ripping her flesh and bones, seizing her soul, as if about to devour her whole. Her body felt frozen, her heart clenched and trembled, waves of fear washing over her. Despite being utterly terrified, her gaze remained fixed, unable to tear itself away. She lay there limply and helplessly like a lamb to the slaughter, allowing the ethereal eyes in the darkness to relentlessly scan and dissect her. Her consciousness gradually blurred, her eyelids slowly drooping unconsciously, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

The sleeping Luo Zhu didn't see the pair of eagle eyes on the low couch, their cold light gleaming in the darkness, filled with surprise and contemplation.

Indeed, judging from the slave girl's reactions just now, she could truly see through the soul-seeing eyes set up by Baima Danji. Tsk tsk, to be able to see through Baima Danji's soul-seeing eyes, causing ripples in his seemingly unchanging heart—was this slave girl's fortune or misfortune? However, his interest was currently piqued, and he had no intention of sacrificing this strange slave girl. His cold, intrigued gaze pierced through the barrier of darkness, landing precisely on the slave girl lying on the ground.

It was clear that the scene of the silver lion devouring people during the day had left her with profound fear. She appeared to be leaning against the silver lion, but carefully only allowed her robes to touch the edge of its fur. The silver lion, surprisingly, chose to pretend not to notice her aloofness, indulging her avoidance—a truly unexpected turn of events.

The eye contact with the Soul Eye had drained her of too much energy. Though she slept from exhaustion, her slender body remained stiff as stone. If this continued, she probably wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow. How should she be punished then? His hawk-like eyes curved slightly, a playful glint in his gaze.

She was terrified of him; in his presence, her words and actions were incredibly humble. Yet, those large, predominantly black eyes would always, unnoticed, flash a hint of humiliation, resentment, anger, sadness, and loneliness. Often, she cowered like a frightened fawn, a rabbit cornered in a desperate situation. But when she curled up in a dark, secluded corner, she resembled a lone wolf licking its wounds on the prairie.

She was more selfish and cold-hearted than most women, yet she showed great care for another mastiff slave beside her. Like most women, she was delicate and fragile, yet she survived with unparalleled resilience. Her slender, supple body, fair and delicate skin, and exquisite features were strikingly different from the women of the Boba tribe who had long lived on the plateau. Her courageous, resolute, and adaptable nature was also quite different from the sheltered Han Chinese noblewomen of the Central Plains. It's no wonder that such a female slave attracted the attention of Lie Shakya Tashi.

Lie Shakya Tashi was a wild man, as his name suggested, half compassionate like a god, half cruel like a demon. Whether god or demon, compassionate or cruel, his essence was ruthless. As the captain of the royal black cavalry and the disciple of the Lotus Dharma King, Zhuoni Chenbo, his loyalty was half devoted to himself and half to Baima Danji. Apart from this, nothing and no one else could catch his eye or enter his heart. But now, this female slave had made him break his principles.

His slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the low couch, a sharp line curving his lips into a cold, indifferent smile. His gaze fell on the delicate, pale face, becoming unusually hard and sharp.

Should a female slave who had won the favor of the Silver Lion, the affection of the Snow Leopard, the attention of the Fierce Shakya, and the interest of the White Horse Danji still live in this world? His deep, sinister gaze shifted slightly, stopping at the female slave's right shoulder.

Her shoulder bore the slave mark of the Mu Chi royal family; her soul and body were his slaves. He wanted her to live, and she could live; he wanted her to die, and she could only die. His interest hadn't waned yet, so he might as well let her live a few more days.

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