【Pearl Coast - Pure White Lotus】(1)

Author: Yang Yixing
Published: 2015/07/31
Word Count: 10701 Part One:
Three
years after the fall of Nalan, a slave girl named Anada
gave birth to her son, Munan, in the muddy ground beside the soldiers' sleeping quarters in the northern military camp of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The identity of Munan's biological father was, of course, completely unverifiable. However,
Anada, the slave girl, had been the last monarch of that destroyed small kingdom, and Munan was her only child.
Unlike the Great Zhou Dynasty's father-son succession to the throne, which followed the tradition of women being allowed to become kings, Munan
was the legitimate heir to the throne of the southern kingdom of Nalan. The Great Zhou Dynasty showed a relatively tolerant
attitude towards the descendants of the deposed Nalan monarch, and Munan was the name bestowed upon him by the court. Munan was allowed to live in the Northern Tiger-Taming Army,
where he spent his childhood and received a Chinese education. At the age of seven, Munan went to the capital with his mother, and at fourteen, he was granted the title
of Marquis of Yanliang. His fiefdom consisted of a courtyard and a small building on the outskirts of the city. In his backyard were stables and
dog kennels.
For the next ten years, Munnan lived alone in a small courtyard in the capital, with servants, maids,
and guards sent by the government. His mother, Anada, a government slave of the dynasty,
continued to serve the state institutions naked and in shackles for those ten years.
Ten years after the fall of Nalan, when the king saw Anada, the Nalan woman, in the imperial capital, he felt that she
had become a slave, both physically and mentally. For a
young woman who had spent so many years feeding horses and entertaining soldiers naked in the northern border camps,
it would not be surprising if she had completely become a madwoman. As originally agreed, the monthly whipping and branding never stopped, and at least
the marks on her body would never fade. No one had stipulated that whipping and branding could not be used
on the face, so her cheeks and forehead bore the marks of burning, and the flesh was somewhat deformed after healing; her
eyes and lips were also crooked.
After being granted the Yue region, the king began handling affairs in the south. When he went to the capital, he requested his elder brother, the emperor,
to recall the slave queen from her northern exile. Since the king himself would be dealing with those strange, pestilential lands, he wanted
to be able to find her and inquire about past events when needed. The king's true intention may have simply been to provide a
place in the capital for the deposed and abandoned monarch. Indeed, the slave Nalan was detained in the Huaiyuan Palace for several years after being sent to the capital. However, since his elder brother had authorized him
to exercise discretion, he later took Nalan back to his fiefdom in southern Yue.
If a captain from Persia or a prince from India were to visit the Great Zhou on behalf of their country, they would likely
be received in the Huaiyuan Palace, an official residence of the court. The Huaiyuan Palace was established by the Zhou Dynasty to manage the audiences and visits of foreign guests. With
the gradual increase in diplomatic and commercial affairs in Southeast Asia, the Huaiyuan South Pavilion was also established in Yuezhou as a branch of the Huaiyuan Palace in the capital
to manage the growing number of barbarian tribes in the area. The Indian prince, a devout Buddhist, had
lingered in northern China for over a year. Only when he finally reached Guangdong province did he experience a similar burning passion for his homeland
. However, he also encountered the commercially driven environment of southern China and its somewhat cynical and vulgar atmosphere.
The Huaiyuan Palace in Kyoto boasted a truly magnificent two-story hall, showcasing the grandeur of a great nation. Every Lunar New Year,
Lantern Festival, and Christmas, the dynasty would hold a grand banquet in the first-floor hall for guests from all over the world who had traveled to China.
At that time, needless to say, there was music and revelry everywhere, and a veritable feast of wine and meat. Even the maids
and servants attending to him at every turn were handsome young men and beautiful women from various places, including Kunlun, Silla, Fusang, and Jiaozhi. Of course, there were also plenty of
blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign women and Persian dancers with exposed navels. The Indian prince even encountered
a whole band of Gurkha men there, all wearing red turbans, standing guard at every copper-studded, leather-bound door, simply
to pull the door open when guests entered or left.
"This is all shallow ostentation after nouveau riche," the prince calmly criticized inwardly. His
life as a foreigner in China was both learning and observation. He had already learned something about these Eastern peoples. They
possessed a genuine, all-consuming fervor for anything related to their appetites, and they could never achieve
the deep and enduring satisfaction of contemplation found in the Indian sages. The prince also knew that the Chinese were thorough materialists,
stubbornly believing that whoever possessed more material possessions would always win. So… they would
display their accumulated wealth to intimidate foreigners. All these young men and women, captured through conquest or sacrificing
themselves out of materialistic desires to serve as servants in foreign lands of China, were, in fact, largely seen as material in the consciousness of the Chinese dynasties
. The Chinese meant that we, the devils, were only fit to serve them food.
However, the dining experiences the Indian prince later encountered in southern China were not entirely characterized by such condescending arrogance
.
The first warm invitation he received upon arriving in Guangdong Province came from Chairman Pan of the Guangdong-Hong Kong Chamber of Commerce.
Although the Chamber of Commerce was a non-governmental organization, given its local influence, it was not surprising that Chairman Pan could persuade a court official
to host the banquet at Huaiyuan South Pavilion. The dining hall of Huaiyuan South Pavilion was adorned with many
doors, windows, tables, and chairs inlaid with rosewood and seashells, and decorated with ivory, horn carvings, coral, and tortoiseshell. Once the guests were seated
, pearl-embroidered window curtains and embroidered silk curtains hung on all sides, and the young female attendants who came out were basically only
wearing small red undergarments.
Eating plenty of bird's nest, shark fin, sea cucumber, shrimp, shellfish, and abalone in such a pleasant environment was, overall, a good
experience, and the prince temporarily set aside his cynical and critical spirit. In the end, no one reminded
him of any precautions he might need when going to the toilet; the locals had probably already taken those things for
granted. In the second-floor flower-covered hall of the South Pavilion, the toilet was accessed via a spiral staircase
leading down to the first floor. Lifting the thick satin and thin gauze covering the entrance to the washroom, two
young women in wooden clogs and bibs stood guard on either side of the room. Kneeling before the room was a long-haired, dark-skinned, naked Nanyang female slave with chains on her hands and feet. A
teak wardrobe stretched to the ceiling against one wall, and a soft couch stood against the other. These things could be ignored for now.
Even if the Indian prince was ignorant, lacking in experience and imagination, he could tell that the chamber pot he was using was...
A naked woman, devoid of arms and legs, her body consisting only of two erect breasts.
Her lower body was severed at the thighs, leaving only her buttocks and hips; this mass of flesh and bone was contained within a
glass base. The pale yellow glass basin was entirely covered with crystals shaped like large hibiscus leaves. Her shoulders were rounded
like wooden wheels, smooth as pebbles, but lacked extensions to form arms and fingers capable of bending, stretching, lifting, supporting, and grasping
. But more important was her head.
The woman was bald, with a deep, etched indentation on her pale scalp. A copper hook was firmly
embedded in her two nostrils, the end of which was attached to a chain. The thin copper chain encircled her face and the shallow groove at the back of her head,
lying upright on her shoulders and back, leading to a lotus throne. According to the chain's specified length, the person's face was tilted back,
her lips and throat were also tilted back, and something was inserted into her mouth, then stood upright—
a funnel made of the same pale yellow glass material, like a lotus in full bloom, covering half of the woman's face.
Although…but. The prince knew what kind of illicit activity it was used for. The woman, whose legs were broken down to her hips,
was placed on the ground, which meant she was squatting between a man's legs. When the prince finished, he had to pull up
his trousers. Two young women, their navels covered by red cloth but their breasts and thighs exposed,
gently supported his body from the left and right. He was half-supported, half-coerced and pressed onto the bed behind him. They took off
his shoes, gently pulled up his lower garment, and slender fingers wrung out a warm, damp handkerchief from a gilded porcelain bowl,
wiping him from front to back. The girls' gentle smiles, their
fingers adorned with bright red nail polish, gripped his manhood, making the prince feel that ordering them to lick his manhood
clean would be an obvious choice. Just
as the prince stepped back from his chamber pot, the kneeling, dark-skinned toilet slave activated a mechanism, extending
the chain. The glass bowl planted by the limbless woman was equipped with hooks and chains on all four sides, allowing it to
rise and fall via pulleys on the top beam. In an instant, the floor beneath the woman cracked open, and she, along with her lotus seat,
sank to the ground. A powerful, refreshing sound of water emanated from the hollow opening, instantly cleansing the air
. The naked, shackled female slave in the toilet rose and stepped forward. The slave woman was thin and dark;
old branding scars were visible on her forehead and face, distorting her features and making her ugly. Her body
was covered in layers of scabs, like fish scales, the result of which was a woman's complete nakedness—
a sight that offered little allure but only horrific horror.
Her two bare breasts were flat and limp, almost like two tattered curtains with
two large, uneven black patches sewn onto the hem with broken stitches—these were her nipples. Even these withered
, broken nipples had holes punched through them, and two large black iron rings were inserted. Each ring had
a plaque hanging from it, clearly indicating its owner's name. One didn't even need to look to know that
she was an enemy of a once-powerful dynasty. The prince was already familiar with the Zhou dynasty's approach of balancing kindness and severity
. If this toilet-room sex scene did indeed have an initial purpose of being quirky, part
of it was to leave a lasting impression on the guests. However, Huaiyuan Pavilion was a place filled with foreign guests, and
its demonstrative and cautionary implications were probably also obvious.
The naked toilet slave now assumed a horse stance, forcefully cranking a wheel by the wall, instantly
lifting the latrine into the room, the floor closing tightly behind it. This time, however, the bottom of the glass basin was raised to hip
level. And both the basin and the naked, limbless woman had apparently been washed.
After relieving himself, the prince leaned back on the couch, enjoying the maids' cleaning and grooming. They even took out
a pair of white silk underwear from the cupboard, embroidered with a pavilion pattern and the four small characters "Huaiyuan South Pavilion" in red thread. And
the toilet-bathing drama unfolding before his eyes was reaching its climax. A double-
headed sex toy, slightly curved at both ends, was suspended by iron chains from the bottom of the raised glass basin. It was over a foot long and its diameter exceeded the circle
formed by a finger ring; the entire toy was cast with numerous iron beads. The dark-skinned toilet slave held the conjoined double-headed monster in both hands and tried to insert it
into her crotch, her difficult posture of twisting her waist and lifting her buttocks was already visible. When it was halfway inserted into her body,
the toilet slave parted the iron chains leading from the center of the toy, which coiled around her waist and secured it.
The suspended glass basin was slightly angled, roughly in the direction of the woman's raised chin
. From the woman's neck and breasts down to her navel, although she couldn't spread her thighs, the area
at the bottom edge of the basin, tilted downwards, with a white copper plug on the glass surface of that area, one
could easily guess what lay behind it. The toilet slave had already unscrewed the copper plug, grabbed the thin
chain attached to the back of the plug, and pulled for a while. A mass of tender, reddish flesh crawled out from the round hole in the glass surface. The soft, shapeless
mass of flesh resembled a small, living animal, hairless, eyeless, expressionless, and faceless; it simply
trembled like a piece of jelly, with a thin, viscous, juicy crack in the center. It was
the entire vaginal
lining, stretched and extended through the thick glass walls, from which the woman sitting in the basin had rolled out, along with the soft entrance to the cervix at the very top of the vagina.
A ring was threaded through the fleshy membrane of the cervix, fastened to the chain that had pulled her out. Her vagina and uterus
were soft and malleable. In medical terms, this was called uterine prolapse. After the tendons and flesh inside the woman
lengthened and softened, they lost their ability to tighten. A couple of tugs on the chain would cause it to come loose, and the only
way to put it back in would probably be by poking it with a copper plug. For a
woman whose lower body was permanently blocked behind the glass chamber pot, even if a hole were made where drilling was needed, the thickness of that transparent material alone would consume
half the length of a man's penis. The only way to reach her was through this forceful
method of dragging her out.
Now, the slave woman, with a cast penis erect from her lower body, stood upright in front of the glass chamber pot
. She probably only used two or three fingers to probe and insert into the cervix a few times before spreading her arms wide.
Grasping the two copper chains to steady the large basin carrying the woman, he thrust his massive, black iron member in and out,
rotating left and right, into the bulging uterine cavity, pumping it in and out.
Legend has it that a woman's cervix is as narrow as silk until childbirth, making it extremely difficult for foreign objects to enter. However, once dragged out
of the body and forced in, it seems to offer little resistance. Slowly, he manipulated it,
until it loosened. Legend says that when a woman's cervix dilates, it's not so painful, just an unbearable ache
. That's just a nerve reaction; with more practice, it might get better. The limbless woman's supine face
was mostly blocked by the funnel, so her expression as the iron beaded instrument moved in and out was impossible
to see. What was about to happen, however, was a major test for the prince himself. Before the girls
had even put brand-new trousers on him, the appearance of what lay between his legs was always clear and unmistakable
, and that was precisely the reason for his anger. He didn't believe he truly desired this excessively extreme form of entertainment
; he was certain he was disgusted. The problem was that this was being
performed by a naked, shackled, battered old black woman, coupled with a smooth, white, bald torso sitting in a basin. The Indian prince
's eyes were his eyes, his body his body; eyes, body, and a person's thoughts didn't always
align.
The Indian visitor rose from the couch. He bowed politely to the two girls in their bibs to thank them,
the bow perhaps more to conceal the problem with his lower body. The girls lifted the curtain and opened the door for him. In that
fleeting glance, he saw the old black slave turn towards the basin-dwelling woman's shoulder and back, and along
the spine of that limbless body down to the bottom of the glass basin, there was another cast bronze knob. It's easy to imagine
what would be pulled out after turning that knob. The prince maintained his subtle smile, then
sprinted out the door as if fleeing.
Under the same sky of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the slave woman, going outside before midnight each day, saw
the narrow, winding alleys and wooden buildings of the southern town—a stark contrast to the wide, flat roads she had seen in the northern frontier.
A slave serving hard labor in captivity was very different from a prince. The Indian traveler, wandering through various countries, saw only sentiment and joy; he could, and should, ponder with great interest, 　　the aesthetic contrast between
vastness and exquisite detail , and their correspondence with various philosophies of life. The prince could even speculate on 　　the rationality of anal sex. But she was a slave; she only had to worry about the whip. 　　Winter in the capital of the Great Zhou. Outside, it was snow. Even on the coldest days, clothing was still forbidden. Every 　　midnight was the time when she had to go outside to work. The moment she opened the door, a blast of cold air would 　　hit her, causing her to stumble, followed by two lashes on her shoulders and back. In more severe cases, she'd be kicked in the buttocks , shoved directly into the snow. This was what a hard labor 　　slave 　　, imprisoned by Prince Huaiyuan in the capital and under strict guard, was like . 　　Every winter night, the female slave would go out and enter the back courtyard of the main hall, where she 　　would work in the open air until dawn. Snow piled up on both sides of the wide northern road, with clean stone slabs in the middle. 　　Then, her bare feet, shackled by icy chains, would strike the ground stiffly and numbly, like two pieces of wood 　　. She could feel nothing in her feet, but even the hard impact of each lash sent shivers down her 　　spine. The biting cold wind that blew across her chest before sunrise made this southern woman think 　　of the vast, empty, and utterly unprotected northern frontier. At that time, she could only manage a little 　　warmth 　　emanating from her bare chest and back through constant physical activity . 　　Beyond the back gate of the Huaiyuan Palace in the capital, the Four Directions Courtyard under the prince's jurisdiction was a large area with hundreds of residences. 　　The Great Zhou Dynasty housed foreign officials and merchants visiting the capital for trade, study, and leisure, as well as many 　　royal relatives and nobles from surrounding tributary tribes who were sent to the court as hostages. The capital's institutions were right at the emperor's feet; in broad 　　daylight, officials and servants moving from the palace to the courtyard were impeccably dressed and appeared dignified 　　. However, those brought out to work in the dead of night were prisoners like her. These 　　captive enemies, imprisoned for life by the royal dynasty, are a dark legend deliberately created beneath the welcoming hall—a testament to the powerful nation's 　　policy of "those who submit prosper, those who resist perish." You can secretly go and see for yourselves. 　　After arriving in Lingnan, the southern woman was routinely placed under the control of Huaiyuan South Pavilion. Although she was the one the king wanted, 　　keeping a deposed foreign ruler in the royal palace was somewhat against custom. After entering Huaiyuan South Pavilion 　　, the slave woman saw forms and systems identical to those in the capital. Besides the main building for official ceremonies and 　　the flower-lined corridor upstairs for entertaining guests, the alleyway across the small street opposite the South Pavilion also housed foreign inns, 　　differing only in their dense and stacked southern layout. The roads here weren't as wide and expansive, and 　　the evergreen grass and trees along the roadside and behind the buildings often bloomed with bursts of flowers. However, a 　　slave like her, naked and shackled, walking into the flowerbeds, would remain a slave; the people of the Great Zhou would never forget 　　her or let her go. As expected, they anticipated that the smaller space would reduce her daily walking distance, and on her first 　　day in the pavilion, an additional wooden cangue was placed around her ankles. 　　For the next ten years, while imprisoned in the Huaiyuan South Pavilion, she was still whipped and 　　kicked outside an hour before midnight every day. Before midnight, she had to drag a manure cart along the narrow street to empty the chamber 　　pots placed under the arcades. Each reception room in the pavilion required sanitary fixtures, which the hired cleaning staff would replace after nightfall and 　　place on the roadside. In fact, her job in the Sifangyuan courtyard in Huaiyuan, the capital, was collecting and transporting manure; it was 　　the same here. Although the nights weren't as cold here, and the smaller space meant fewer items to tidy, she now 　　had to use an extra two-foot-three-inch-long hardwood plank to walk, dragging the manure cart, clattering 　　and bumping around it, lifting the buckets to pour the excrement into the cart. For ten years, every night at midnight, naked and 　　barefoot, wearing shackles, bracelets, and a hardwood leg iron, she went from door to door collecting manure. She carried that cart with large buckets...

It took about an hour to pull the cart to the back gate of the courtyard. That was the first step. The second step was to switch
to a flatbed cart and go back again to collect all the empty buckets.
When Nan Huaiyuan was built, a tunnel was dug under the foundation to bring in water from the Pearl River. This
waterway, nine feet high and two and a half feet wide, has three feet below the water surface. A stone embankment was built along one side of the waterway for people to walk on.
The cleaning and washing services needed in the flower corridor's toilet room were done in this waterway. Whenever a dining table was set up in the flower corridor,
someone had to be on standby along the stone embankment of the waterway. As soon as the large glass basin, along with the woman on it
, descended from above, she was immediately pushed into the water, and a sluice gate was opened to temporarily increase the water flow. After a splash , she was pulled out
, wrapped in a large bath towel, dried, and then sent back to the ground to continue her service.
The entrance from the ground to this waterway was in the open space outside the gatehouse at the back gate of the courtyard. Every night
at midnight, this place is piled high with recycled chamber pots. The woman carries them down into the ground one by one to wash them clean, then
brings them back up one by one. While collecting the sewage and the pots, someone with a whip is always watching her; her
role is that of a cart-pulling animal. Here, her only activity area is a single stone staircase leading up and down.
A long iron chain drags along the staircase, one end leading to the barrel pile and secured with stakes driven into the ground, the other end nailed
to the water in an underground river. A movable ring is threaded through the chain. Several links are also attached to the woman's shackles, now
locked to the movable parts of the long chain, limiting her movement to this single route. This
makes it easier for the officials supervising her. There are forty or fifty guest rooms on the flower-lined street in Nan Huaiyuan. After washing
forty or fifty barrels, she can probably see the sun rising above the eaves, drenched in sweat.
Although both are institutions handling foreign affairs, Nan Huaiyuan differs greatly from the capital in that it has a port. Nanyue
was an important seaport of the Great Zhou Dynasty at that time. The shipping routes stretching from Southeast Asia to Persia and Arabia
began here and ended here. International commercial development was certainly very profitable, but
large numbers of foreign sailors disembarking from foreign ships roamed the streets of Nanyue City all day long. They would eagerly get themselves drunk and then
cause fights and disturbances. After discussions between the Guangdong provincial government and the Lingnan Prince's Palace, it was decided to impose restrictions. The authorities surrounded the port area
with wooden walls and stationed a troop of soldiers to guard it. All ships arriving in the port had to pay a large deposit before
their crews were issued a pass to enter the city. If these people caused trouble in the city, the deposit would be confiscated first, and then any further discussion would follow.
Not every ship owner was willing to pay this amount, so the port compound was now perpetually crowded with drunkards. The
Great Central Plains accepted tribute from all directions, guided the world's morality, and handled matters with a balance of kindness and severity.
The responsibility of appeasing these drunken foreigners fell within the jurisdiction of the Huaiyuan Pavilion. Actually, there's no need to overthink it. All men under heaven,
whether white or black, can't escape the allure of wine and women. Nan Huaiyuan first bought large quantities of inferior
liquor, transporting it to the port to sell at high prices. Then, he provided them with women. The King of Lingnan, a
decision-maker with some patriotism, rejected the suggestion of sending female prisoners awaiting execution to the port, meaning that
the vegetables of the Great Zhou shouldn't be eaten by the sheep of the devils—even if they were deformed and rotten vegetables. Using barbarians to
control barbarians was always the essence of the Celestial Empire's foreign affairs. So, Huaiyuan Nange bought a group of
women from the slave market in Qiongzhou, along with several barbarian captives already serving in the palace, and sent them to the river docks daily. At the same
time, a wooden platform was erected on the spacious dock, officially named Yihe Platform.
The meaning behind "Yihe" (怡和美) is that the barbarians could enjoy themselves there.
As dawn broke, fifty red-lacquered
night-washing utensils inlaid with seashells were neatly arranged in the women's quarters. According to regulations, she would wash her own body last. The steward of the pavilion would always
sniff around, and if anyone detected even the slightest odor, she might be given another beating.
Returning these gleaming utensils to the lodgings for replacement after daybreak was a routine task; the woman herself would simply kneel by the door for a
moment before waiting for the morning bus to the port.
Every morning, Huaiyuan South Pavilion would send out a caged cart pulled by three large horses, carrying six purchased Southeast
Asian women, along with three other official slaves from the pavilion and herself. One was a
white woman with brown hair and gray eyes, the daughter of a Western Region city lord whose hometown had been conquered by the Great Zhou ten years prior; another was a Tibetan
woman who had once been the leader of a Qinghai tribe; and the third was a female chieftain sent from the Bohai region. Like her before
, they had offended the Central Plains dynasty in their northern homeland and were escorted across mountains and rivers to Lingnan to receive
a lifelong punishment of nakedness, shackles, and forced labor. According to Huaiyuan's custom, each of them had iron
rings pierced through both breasts, with iron plaques hanging below them. The plaque under the right breast of the southern woman was inscribed with "The Demise of the Rebellious Kingdom of Nalan, the False King, and
the Great Zhou Official's Slave Prostitute Anada,"
repeated several times in Chinese, Nalan script, Persian, Arabic, Indian, and Western Region languages, ensuring that as many people as possible could understand their identity and origin.
The plaque on her left read "Sleeping beneath a man,"
a special instruction bestowed upon her by the king who brought her there.
The wooden cage was covered with curtains as it passed through the streets of Guangzhou; the Great Zhou still maintained some decorum and
decency in the towns. Once the carriage entered the port's wooden walls, all arrangements became public and naked. The Yihe Platform, which was brought out of the pavilion
and appeared to the naked slaves and female captives, was merely a
wide wooden frame tied to the red soil of the dock with stakes and ropes. Half of the ten women would spend the entire first half of the day in
a single supine position on the platform, the frame only wide enough to support their backs. They were spread out and dangling
, their feet secured to the ground with hardwood yokes, each yoke connected to the next and
bound at both ends with stakes, leaving them with very little room to move their legs. The women's heads were
suspended backward from the other side of the frame, their arms stretched down to their maximum length and then shackled to
the crossbars of the frame behind their heads. The Great Zhou soldiers guarding the port and maintaining order at Yihe jokingly called this half of the position
"Rabbit Kicking Eagle." The naked rabbits' shoulders, backs, arms, and legs were bent into a semi-circle facing the sky.
The subtropical July sky was filled with large, thick cumulus clouds of varying thickness.
The other half of the women lay prone on the shelf, head down. Their hands and feet were, of course, also
immobilized. This posture was called "Crouching Tiger." Both the "Flying Eagle" and "Crouching Tiger" positions were used to cater to
the preferences of the largest group, with the two positions alternating every noon. Furthermore, specifically
under the bodies of the four officials and prisoners, the wooden shelf specifically reserved for them was densely covered with small, triangular
wooden stakes. These stakes weren't particularly tall or sharp enough to pierce skin, but they
dug into the chest and abdomen, causing unbearable pain. Add to that the
relentless thrusting and shoving from the men, their ferocious pushing and shoving accompanied by the women's screams
that echoed for half a day without ceasing. By the afternoon, they were left only sobbing,
because they had been turned over and manipulated until they were too weak to even cry.
Jardine's Platform was always a solitary wooden platform; no one ever built a roof or walls for it. Docks
always needed open space for ships to dock and load/unload cargo, but Jardine's Platform remained isolated and empty
, situated on a flat, scorching, dry patch of land. The official explanation was that the hot and humid conditions along the southern riverbanks easily
breed filth, so people and equipment were sun-dried and rained on to keep the environment clean.
The unspoken implication, however, was that free things aren't always the best. They
'd give you a few free things, leave them in the blazing sun and torrential rain, and then see how impatient you were—take it or leave it. In
coastal Lingnan, summer brings scorching sun every morning, followed by
a torrential downpour in the afternoon. After enduring the relentless sun and rain, day after day, month after month, year after year,
the women sent to the docks from Huaiyuan Pavilion became tanned and emaciated
. This explains the stark contrast and peculiar scene the Indian prince witnessed while relieving himself.
The long wooden platforms were simply to support the buttocks of several slave women, provided for their free use; such a
simple and crude arrangement was sufficient. However, the two-story watchtower built next to Yihe was a strictly sturdy military
outpost. This symbolized the state's enforcement of law in the port area, and they weren't going to play games with it. A group of soldiers armed with swords and spears, and crossbows, were stationed on the second floor,
while others on the first floor carried large wooden clubs.
If the foreigners got into a fight or disturbance, they would immediately rush in and separate them with a flurry of blows. Therefore,
no one would be found poking or strangling the women on Yihe's wooden platform. However, the other
mischievous soldiers didn't care. Every day, ten or twenty ocean-going sailing ships dock at Baietan, and the harbor is crowded with
hundreds or even thousands of men who have left home, drunk after a night of drinking. They chatter and jostle
behind the women on either side of the ten-story building… Amitabha, may the Bodhisattva protect them.
The women of Huaiyuan appear at 9:00 AM and leave around 5:00 PM. They return to the pavilion around 7:00 PM.
Ignoring the other prisoners and slaves, they single out the southern woman, regardless of her current
state, and whip and kick her, driving her to the other side of the back door.
In front of the main building of the Huaiyuan South Pavilion is a courtyard for guests. In the middle of the courtyard is a small street
lined with two-story brick and stone houses. It takes three turns to reach the end of the street. Blocking the street was, of course
, the back wall of the entire courtyard. A small door on one side of the back wall led to the area where the women washed their toilet utensils every night at midnight. On the other
side, two single-story houses housed the stoves that provided food and hot water for the courtyard. Carts carrying people to and from the riverbank used this
back door for entry and exit. At this time, everyone in the courtyard was eating, but the woman was taken to the
woodshed outside the kitchen. Once inside, she was ordered to pull out two bundles of firewood, climb onto them, and lie down. For the next
hour, she had to maintain this position.
The cooks brought out two baskets of steamed buns and a bucket of water spinach soup and placed them outside the woodshed. There were also
more than twenty hired laborers and servants working in Huaiyuan Pavilion. The pavilion provided meals, but with a condition: every day at this time, they had to come to the woodshed
, go inside, and have sex with that wretched woman.
Afterward, they would receive three steamed buns and a bowl of soup. What if, because of the continuous grain tax payments, they were
too exhausted to continue working? The little things in the shed could actually be compromised. You find a wood-chopping axe or something,
take out the wooden handle, and insert it into that thing between the woman's legs about a hundred times—that's your head for it
. You can't misremember the number, so while you're using the axe handle to work it out, you have to make
that woman, the Queen Nalan, shout out "one, two, three, four!"
Once this round is over, the whole day is over, and after 9 PM, it's time to haul the cart and collect manure.
The woman, whose face and body have completely lost their human form, trembles as she leans against the shed pillar, groping and
climbing upwards with one hand. In her other hand, she clutches a handful of opium leaves that someone has thrown at her.
Every day at this time, this once-queen, thin, dark-skinned woman feels a certain joy. The woman is
so greedy for those leaves that long strands of saliva drip from her mouth, and her eyes gleam green. She chewed like a rabbit
for a long time, swallowing with hiccups and sobbing with pleasure.
Everyone in the pavilion knew that when the Prince of Lingnan sent this woman in, a list of servants accompanied her
. That list clearly stated her duties, without any
provisions for meals or sleep. At the time, some people in the pavilion, fearing an oversight, sent someone to the Prince's residence to inquire, but the only response
was a clean "slept under a man," with no further gossip. The Huaiyuan Hall and Huaiyuan South Pavilion, responsible for handling foreign affairs under the imperial court, 　　probably hadn't dealt with a criminal so severely
in the decades since the reigning emperor . But then again, no 　　prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty had ever been killed by a foreign woman in the past few centuries. Thinking about it that way, she deserved this fate 　　. Sleeping under someone was already a given from the Prince of Lingnan, so eating under someone was self-evident. Every day 　　when they were sent to the Yihe Terrace to lie down, the other slave girls were allowed to sit up and eat lunch while they were turning over in the middle of the room.

For this one woman alone, he immediately pressed down and locked her legs and one arm, leaving only one arm exposed, and stuffed a
flatbread into her mouth. At that moment, while her rear was being penetrated, she had to quickly fill her mouth.
The tension from both ends made choking a minor issue; if some damned foreigner moved to the front and shoved it down her throat, that would be
one thing, but what if he snatched the flatbread and threw it away? She would be devastated and never be able to
get it back.
After the man finished, it wasn't difficult for her to sleep under him again. When a person is extremely tired
, they will fall asleep on their own. Her eyes and brows were half-covered, so no one could see them anyway. Of course, being confined in
that position, it was impossible to get a decent sleep. After a long day, the woman was drowsy,
her whole body ached, and her limbs were weak. To maintain the king's instructions, the steward had to feed her poppy leaves.
At first, she chewed one or two leaves, but then she had to swallow handfuls at a time; she was practically a
herbivore. Eating that stuff gave her a bit of energy, allowing her to continue
the night's work on the latrines and chamber pots.
Opium stimulates the body's accumulated reserves; once depleted, the woman becomes like
a sugarcane pulp, squeezed dry. This southern woman, living in the south for ten years, was still in her mid
-thirties, but she looked like a woman nearing fifty. Her limbs were withered and weak, and even
her hair was turning gray. She knew very well that if she were treated as an ordinary woman
, no man would be interested in her anymore. She went to the port to deliver her still-
useful female parts to that place. But the problem is that she was never an ordinary woman, and
never would be until her death.

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