【Under the Great Tomorrow】(34)

Author: hui329
Published on: 2016/10/19
First published
Word count: 9404
Chapter 34 The most poisonous is the heartbreak
The sun was high in the sky, but the prison of the Northern Garrison was gloomy and chilling. Various instruments of torture were placed around the cells
, covered with bloodstains, some of which had turned black, and it was unknown how much blood had been stained on them.
Wang Xi, now hanging like a blood-soaked gourd on the wooden frame, had fainted again, his upper body clad only in a cotton
sack. Du Xingye spat and turned to Ding Shou, who was seated behind the table, to report, "Sir, this
kid is very stubborn. He only says that he was loyal and righteous, which is why he led Zheng Wang into the palace. He knows nothing else."
Ding Shou covered his nose with a handkerchief to mask the damp, bloody smell of the dungeon, and frowned, saying, "Under the Three Woods,
what can't you get? Old Du
, is that all you've got?" Du Xingye's face was ashamed, and he cupped his hands, saying, "Sir, just you wait and see."
He splashed water to wake Wang Xi, and Du Xingye leaned close to him menacingly, saying, "Kid, be clear. This place is
the Imperial Guard's prison. There are some things we only learned here. If we revealed them, you might not be able to handle them."
Wang Xi smiled coldly and turned his face away.
Giving a thumbs-up and praising, "Good man!" Du Xingye tossed an iron bar into the brazier to heat it up, explaining
, "In a moment, this red-hot iron bar will pierce through your thigh. You'll smell a pungent, burnt meat odor.
Don't doubt it, that cooked meat is your own..."
Seeing Wang Xi's face turn pale, Du Xingye smugly placed a pot of water on the brazier. "In a
while, when the water is boiling hot, I'll pour it directly over you, and then use this," picking up an iron brush, "to give you a good
bath. What does the Northern Garrison call this again?"
The strongman beside him chimed in, "Replying to Master Du, it's called scrubbing."
"Oh right, that's your name. Oh dear, you'll see then, your flesh
was scraped away as easily as boiled pork head. Not everyone gets to see their own bones." Du Xingye raised
the iron brush, feigning surprise, "Look at these kids, how lazy they are. There are still some
scraps of flesh scraped off during the last torture on this brush."
Wang Xi's face turned ashen, even Ding Shou felt his stomach churn. How come Du Xingye hadn't shown
such a strong sadistic streak before?
With a bitter smile, Wang Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Since you've determined I'm guilty, I'm going to die anyway. How I die
is up to you."
Hmm? Du Xingye thought to himself that this kid was really strange; he still wouldn't confess. "Fine, I'll grant your
wish." With a clang, the cell door opened, and a pair of white leather boots slowly stepped down. "I heard the guy's been captured
all morning, and we still haven't gotten a confession. Tsk tsk..." Qiu Ju walked into the cell, took a deep breath,
and closed his eyes as if enjoying it. The stench of rotting blood that would make others nauseous was like a delicacy to him
.
"What brings you here, Eunuch Qiu?" Having worked under him before, Ding Shou was still very polite.
Qiu Ju didn't answer with his eyes closed, so Ding Shou turned his questioning gaze to Bai Shaochuan, who entered afterward.
Bai Shaochuan, still dressed in white, lightly unfolded his folding fan and smiled, "Two Yellow River carp, urgently delivered via the six-hundred-mile post road
, were sent to Brother Ding while they're still fresh."
Qiu Ju opened his eyes, circled Wang Xi twice, rubbing his hands excitedly, and said eagerly, "A tough
guy? Brother Shou, do you need my help? My methods are quite good, aren't they, Old Du?"
Du Xingye, who had been trembling ever since Qiu Ju entered
, immediately knelt down upon hearing his name called, kowtowing several times, but unable to utter a word.
Seeing his subordinate so useless, Ding Shou was full of helplessness, "Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch. I have my own methods."
"Really not needed?" Qiu Ju was still unwilling to give up. He loved tormenting such iron-willed heroes into
spineless worms, whether they confessed or not was of no concern to him.
"After lunch, show the Eunuch my skills. The Imperial Guard cooks are quite good; don't
waste the Eunuch's excellent ingredients." Ding Shou gestured for them to leave, then ordered, "Apply medicine to Wang Zhuangshi's wounds;
don't let anything happen to him."
Qiu Ju shook his head in disappointment, walked up the steps, and muttered as he went, "Speaking of skill, who can compare to
that kid Luo Xiang? You're unlucky; every time you return to the capital, he's out shopping..."
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The Imperial Guard's wound medicine was indeed excellent. Soon after the medicine was applied, Wang Xi gradually regained his senses. The bleeding had stopped,
but the pain in his body was even more pronounced. Wang Xi closed his eyes and silently recited the "Supreme Primordial Heaven's Manifesto," using inner peace to soothe
his physical pain.
The cell door opened again, and Wang Xi forced open his swollen eyes. Two slender women entered the cell and came
to his side. They whispered in his ear, their breath sweet as orchids, "Brave warrior, we are here to serve you."
Wang Xi sneered inwardly. This was the method of that young imperial henchman—torture followed by seduction. He truly
underestimated the people of the Holy Sect.
The two women said nothing more. They loosened their robes, revealing their half-naked bodies. Beneath their snow-white shoulders, their pink and white breasts
and bright red areolas were strikingly beautiful. One woman moved behind him, her full body gently caressing his back
. The other woman's slender fingers flicked his nipples a few times before moving down his chest muscles,
pausing briefly at his waist and abdomen before slipping inside.
"Hiss," Wang Xi gasped. His delicate fingers quickly aroused his groin
. The two soft mounds of flesh rubbed against his back, and he felt a surge of relief throughout his body. Even the pain in his body felt much better.
His belt loosened, his coarse cloth trousers slipped down, and under the woman's constant teasing of his testicles, his thick, erect penis
pointed skyward. Wang Xi's throat bobbed. These two women were far more beautiful than Xiao Baixie. He'd
die a romantic death after a good time, and the secrets of the Holy Cult wouldn't be revealed. But since he'd been used on a honey trap, the prince would
play along.
With his eyes closed, Wang Xi grumbled, "Faster, I want it..."
He felt the stimulation intensify, and the two women, in perfect harmony, placed their heads on his shoulders, panting, "
The strong man wants...it...but...we...don't want to give it to you."
Hearing this, Wang Xi abruptly opened his eyes, only to see a middle-aged doctor holding a golden needle, rapidly piercing...
He struck several acupoints—Qugu, Qichong, Huiyin, and Changqiang—with swiftness and precision
, a feat Wang Xi had never witnessed before.
"What...what are you doing?" Wang Xi exclaimed in shock and anger.
The two women stepped back, straightening their clothes, and said coquettishly, "Master, it's truly an injustice for us to please this stinky man
."
With a burst of laughter, Ding Shou and Qiu Ju, among others, also came down from the prison. They walked to the two women and simultaneously
slapped their buttocks hard with both hands, creating a wave of pain. The two women cried out in pain.
"Go back first, I'll make it up to you tonight," Ding Shou said with a wicked smile.
Turning to the physician who had collected the gold needles, he said, "Jinshu, well done."
Mei Jinshu bowed respectfully, "Serving my uncle is my duty."
Looking at Wang Xi's erect penis, still erect and veined due to the blood reflux caused by the gold needles,
Ding Shou laughed, "Wang, you truly are a great man. Judging by your physique, you must be a master in bed."
Wang Xi glared at him angrily, remaining silent.
Ding Shou, unperturbed, continued, "I admire your indomitable spirit and wish to exonerate you, but
I have no other way. Just now, during dinner, Eunuch Qiu told me that the palace is short of servants and laborers. This gave me a sudden insight: if you castrate yourself
and enter the palace, you can be spared this death sentence."
"Enter your mother's palace!" Wang Xi roared.
"Look at you, your temper won't be any better once you're in the palace. You need to change it," Ding Shou said to himself. "
After being granted official rank by the Emperor, I changed my temperament. I can't stand weapons like knives and swords. But how can
you get rid of this root of trouble without a knife?" He gestured with his palm as if it were a knife against Wang Xi's lower abdomen, making Wang Xi's heart pound.
Ding Shou smiled. "Fortunately, there were some scraps left from lunch today."
Qian Ning came over carrying a wooden basin and placed it in front of Wang Xi. It was full of fish scales, fish intestines, and other filth
, with a pungent smell.
Before Wang Xi could figure out what was going on, Du Xingye came in carrying a large black cat. It meowed
and its sharp teeth and claws were bared.
Qian Ning chuckled and picked up a small brush, dipped it in the filth in the basin, and began to scrub Wang Xi's penis.
"Fuck your grandma, fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Wang Xi twisted his body, trying to dodge, but
was held down by the strongmen in brocade robes, unable to move.
Ding Shou ignored the curses and lightly kicked Qian Ning, "Scrub carefully, don't scrub too much at once. If it
doesn't suit the cat's taste, this is our first time doing this, we'll probably have to scrub three or four times to get it clean." He then turned
to comfort Wang Xi, "Don't worry, we have the famous doctor Mei from Jiangnan here, he won't let you die halfway
."
"Fuck you..." Wang Xi cried, tears streaming down his face, "I said, I fucking said, stop scrubbing..."
"Who exactly are you people?" Ding Shou waved for Qian Ning to leave and asked coldly.
"I am the incense master of the capital branch of the White Lotus Sect."
"The White Lotus Sect?" Since Tang Sai'er's failed rebellion during the Yongle era and her disappearance, the White Lotus sorcerers had been unheard of for decades
. Unexpectedly, it was them who were now stirring up trouble throughout the city.
"The Mongol Yuan dynasty was tyrannical, the world was in chaos, heroes rose up everywhere. The White Lotus, Maitreya, and Ming Cults united, jointly honoring the Ming
King, and joined hands to drive out the Tartars. But the great cause was about to be accomplished, so why did only your Zhu Ming family usurp the throne and label us as
heretics and demons? Now, the leader has spent ten years honing his skills, revitalizing the Holy Cult. Maitreya has been born, the Ming King has appeared, and the great cause of the Holy Cult
is within reach, hahaha..." Wang Xi seemed to be insane.
Ding Shou asked a few more questions. The White Lotus Cult, from the leader down, had two envoys on the left and right, three
altars (Qingyang, Baiyang, and Hongyang), four halls (Dazhi, Daxing, Dabei, and Dayuan), and five Lotus envoys independent of the three altars and four halls. The incense masters in various places
saw the Five Lotus Token as if they saw the leader, and obeyed his orders. He was here on behalf of the Golden Lotus envoy.
This person is already a scapegoat, Ding Shou concluded. Most of the henchmen in the capital branch had been captured while spreading rumors
, and the others, according to Wang Xi, were nothing more than small fry. As for the hall masters and envoys, only they
could relay orders; Wang Xi didn't know how to contact them.
Shaking his head, Ding Shou turned to Qiu Ju and said, "Eunuch Qiu, are you satisfied with what I've done?"
Qiu Ju, who had been silent ever since Ding Shou showed his determination to cleanse Wang Xi, glanced at Ding Shou, nodded
, and led Bai Shaochuan out of the Northern Garrison.
Lifting the sedan curtain, Bai Shaochuan helped Qiu Ju into his green sedan chair. Just as the curtain was lowered,
a voice came from inside: "Xiao Chuan."
Lifting the curtain again and peering in, Bai Shaochuan asked with a smile
, "What else do you need, Eunuch?" Qiu Ju, eyes closed, whispered, "Don't provoke this brat."
"Ah?"
"This brat is even more ruthless than our Eastern Depot." Bai Shaochuan laughed, "Eunuch, you jest. 　　Brother
Ding is originally from the Eastern Depot . 　　"
Suddenly opening his eyes, two sharp glints shot out, and Qiu Ju said 　　, enunciating each word clearly, "The Eastern Depot only kills people, but 　　this brat is destroying —the heart 　　." ********** 　　... 　　"Young man, what's going on?" The suddenness of the situation caught Zheng Wang off guard. He quickly realized 　　, "You already know I'm a member of the royal family! Haha, you really knew!" 　　Fearing the old man might faint from excessive excitement, Ding Shou calmed the gesticulating Zheng Wang and 　　said sincerely, "This humble official has investigated extensively and confirmed it's true. But, Your Majesty, what are your plans for the next step?" 　　"Plans?" Zheng Wang was taken aback, then laughed loudly, "Needless to say! The emperor's grandson rescued my daughter 　　, then I'll pay my respects to my grandfather, and we'll be reunited as a family. I'll be given a high-ranking official position and endless land to cultivate!" 　　Seeing Zheng Wang gesturing wildly with his hands, Ding Shou sighed, "Your Majesty, you don't know 　　how much trouble you've caused in the capital since that day. Everyone's saying…" 　　"Saying what?" " 　　Saying the emperor wasn't born to the late emperor, but was adopted from outside, and that his ascension to the throne was illegitimate." Ding Shou covered his mouth with one hand 　　and whispered. 　　"Bullshit, they're talking nonsense. The Emperor is my daughter's son with the Emperor, and he can only be my daughter's son with the Emperor."

"My grandson is the emperor, born to the emperor's son-in-law." This was the only hope he had held in his heart all these years, and now someone was about to
shatter that beautiful hope. Zheng Wang's words became incoherent.
Ding Shou, dizzy from the constant clamor of "emperor," quickly stopped him. "Your Majesty, do you know
who Wang Xi, who helped you enter the palace, is? He's a heretic from the White Lotus Sect."
"The White Lotus Sect?"
"A heretical sect that has been plotting rebellion since the time of the founding emperor. Wang Xi used your name to spread rumors.
The late emperor had more than a dozen brothers, and who didn't want to be emperor? If the current emperor's ascension is illegitimate, they'll likely rise in rebellion
. Then the world will be in chaos, and the White Lotus Sect can reap the benefits and become emperor themselves."
"They don't deserve it! Anyone can be emperor. That's…that's the reincarnation of the Purple Star Lord." Zheng Wang remembered
that's how it was described in the plays.
"Not just anyone can be emperor, yet everyone wants to be. With your actions, at least your grandson can't
be emperor."
Zheng Wang grabbed Ding Shou's sleeve. "Why?"
"Alas, being emperor isn't easy. If the emperor is determined to recognize you, what will become of the Empress Dowager? The crime of imprisoning the Empress Dowager
will be confirmed. Do you think the Empress Dowager will be happy? She might even..." Ding Shou made a horizontal
cut across his neck.
"They dare—" Zheng Wang's eyes widened. "
Shh—, I've served the Emperor in the palace. Even when the Emperor eats snacks, ministers watch him, and the harem manages them
. If it were in the Emperor's food..." Ding Shou stopped speaking.
Zheng Wang sat down blankly. Being a member of the imperial family was his only means of survival; in modern terms, it was his life's ideal .
What's the difference between someone without ideals and a salted fish? As an old member of the imperial family with ideals and goals, Zheng Wang dreamed of
returning home in glory. But if he recognized the imperial family, he would lose the emperor. What the hell was the point of being a member of the imperial family then?
"Young man, oh no, sir, what if I told you that I was deceived and did those things recklessly
?" Zheng Wang asked hopefully.
"The emperor is fine, but you, alas, trespassing into the palace and spreading rumors, you probably won't escape the execution ground
." Ding Shou sighed.
"I should have taken that blow before the new year. I'm lucky to be alive now. I'll plead guilty."
A smile spread across Zheng Wang's old face.
"Your Majesty is of great virtue and righteousness. On behalf of the people of the Ming Dynasty, I thank Your Majesty." Ding Shou bowed deeply. "Rest
assured, Your Majesty, once the Emperor has seized power, I will risk my life to report today's events to His Majesty, grant you an official position to fulfill your vow
, and give you a grand funeral."
"Really?" This was the only thought in Old Zheng's mind.
Ding Shou, with a solemn expression, took out a confession and said, "This is another confession, detailing the whole truth. Please
sign and seal it, Your Majesty, so that when the time is right, it can be presented to the Emperor."
Old Zheng Wang, his blood boiling, tore off a piece of his robe, bit his index finger, and drew a bloody signature, handing it to Ding Shou. Ding Shou carefully
put it away. "Your Majesty, is there anything else you haven't finished with? Please tell me."
Zheng Wang thought for a moment, "In the past, when people heard I was a member of the imperial family, many neighbors and villagers sent gifts to my home.
I kept a 'Treasure Calendar,' intending to repay these favors when I was in power. Now, I'm afraid..."
"Your Majesty is a man of your word, worthy of respect and admiration. I will have someone fetch it for you, and I will repay these favors for you.
"
Zheng Wang was overjoyed, having nothing more to say. Ding Shou then prepared wine and dishes, and the two began to drink and toast each other.
Only after getting Zheng Wang thoroughly drunk was Ding Shou able to escape. As he walked to the corridor, a Jinyiwei (Imperial Guard) presented him with a book
. "Sir, it's here."
Ding Shou took it, opened it, and chuckled. It contained the names of over six hundred people, detailing gifts ranging from food and
drink to shoes and socks, gold, silver, and valuables—truly a modern-day ledger of favors. He casually flipped through it, then tossed it to the Jinyiwei, saying, "
Take this and burn it."
Just as the officer was about to turn away, Ding Shou seemed to realize something and said, "Wait." He snatched the "Treasure
Calendar," carefully examined it, and finally saw the name he had almost missed: Qi Liang. The
vermilion
gate was kicked open, and a group of imperial guards in brocade robes swarmed in. The guards who tried to stop them were all subdued
. Ding Shou led his men in, shouting, "The Imperial Guards are on official business! All irrelevant personnel must leave! Anyone who obstructs will be treated as
a rebel and executed on the spot!"
The servants dared not move. A boy of about ten years old was chained up,
followed hurriedly by a middle-aged man in fine clothes.
"Father! Father! Save me, Father!" the boy cried out in distress. "
Ding Shou, this is the Prince Consort's residence. Your Imperial Guards cannot be allowed to act so arrogantly!" the middle-aged man shouted at Ding Shou
.
"Oh, Prince Consort Qi, please. Your son is involved with the White Lotus heretics and must be taken to the Northern Garrison for questioning," Ding
Shou said with a smug bow.
"Absurd! My family is related to the Emperor; how could we be involved with the White Lotus Sect? Liang'er is young and ignorant, and would never
collude with demons. The Embroidered Uniform Guard is trying to frame you. I, the Imperial Son-in-Law, will report you to the Emperor!" Qi
Shimei, the Imperial Son-in-Law, knew very well what the Northern Garrison Command was. If he were really taken there, his son would probably
confess to raising a flag of rebellion. He immediately threatened him.
Ding Shou, however, was not swayed. His expression changed. "What you say is true, Your Highness. Your son is young; some things must be
instigated by someone. Come, Your Highness, please go and explain yourself."
Qi Shimei was shocked. "Ding Shou, you dare…" With a "clatter," the chain was already around his neck
. Under the strong pull, the Imperial Son-in-Law stumbled and almost fell. He was then escorted out of the mansion
gate along with his son.
With a cold laugh, Ding Shou waved his arm: "Search thoroughly."
"Yes, sir!" The imperial guards roared in response. It was exhilarating! While Lord Weng was still powerful
, he wasn't nearly as arrogant as he was today, storming into the Prince Consort's residence to arrest someone. Only the old sage Ji Gang from the Yongle era could
be so domineering.
In the back hall of the Prince Consort's residence, Princess Renhe, draped in a soft robe and with her hair piled high like clouds, was playing her newly acquired guqin,
"Phoenix." Hearing the commotion outside, she frowned. "Ru Xue, who's making such a racket outside?"
The door opened, and a woman in palace attire, about the same age as Renhe, entered. She was Renhe's dowry maid
, named Ru Xue. Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and she said in a trembling voice, "Princess, the Imperial Guards have come to search..."
"They took the prince consort and the young master away."
"Who dares to be so bold?" Renhe stood up abruptly.
"Thank you for asking, Your Highness. It is I, Ding Shou." Ding Shou walked leisurely into the house and called out to the outside:
"This is the residence of the Grand Princess. No one is allowed to act recklessly. Guard the courtyard and wait for my permission from the princess before you search.
"
The Imperial Guards in the courtyard obeyed and retreated outside. Ding Shou glanced at Ruxue and said softly, "Would the princess be willing
to speak with me alone?"
Renhe gave a nod, and Ruxue withdrew and closed the door. "What crimes have the prince consort and Liang'er committed? Could you please
tell me, Lord Ding?"
Ding Shou bent down and gently plucked the strings of the guqin on the low table. The music was clear and melodious, like flowing clouds and water.
He nodded in praise and turned to the princess, saying, "Yesterday, someone trespassed into the palace and spread false rumors. The Grand Princess must
have heard about it?"
Renhe nodded. With the whole city in turmoil, it would be difficult for her not to know.
"I have investigated and found that this is the work of the White Lotus Sect sorcerers, and your son is involved."
"Nonsense! Liang'er is young and only studies at home. What connection does he have with the White Lotus sorcerers?" Renhe retorted angrily
.
Ding Shou calmly took out the "Treasure Calendar" from his robes and said, "In the seventeenth year of Hongzhi, your son
was drinking and making merry with Zheng Wang at home. He gave you a leopard skin, a set of saddle and bridle, and several silk robes..." He
chuckled, "These items all bear the marks of the Princess's residence and the Prince Consort's residence. I have already ordered people to collect evidence. Your Highness, do you want to
see the actual items before you give up?"
Renhe recalled that last year, when she and the Prince Consort returned from an outing, her son Qi Liang said that a person claiming to be a member of the imperial family
had entered the residence. He dared not neglect him and hosted a banquet. At the time, she and her husband thought
it was just a swindler and simply reprimanded their son for not trusting people easily. Little did they know that this would sow the seeds of disaster for them today.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Renhe lowered her stance and said gently, "My son is ignorant and has been deceived. I beg
you, Vice Commissioner Ding, to show leniency."
"This humble official is under imperial command and dares not neglect his duties," Ding Shou replied haughtily.
How could a member of the imperial family tolerate such manipulation? Renhe angrily retorted, "Ding Shou, you mere fourth-rank Vice Commissioner, don't
push your luck! You think you can curry favor with me? Dream on! We'll settle this before the Empress Dowager!"
Ding Shou feigned innocence, "Your Highness, why do you say such things? How dare I rashly convict you? It was only out of caution that I
committed the offense of searching your residence today." He flicked his sleeve across the dressing table, "And with these, it'll be about right.
" A Maitreya Buddha statue and several paper figures appeared out of thin air.
"You're trying to frame me?" Renhe shouted sharply.
"Your Highness is too kind," Ding Shou turned around, walked behind Renhe, pressed his face close to her hair, and gently inhaled
the fragrance of osmanthus hair oil. He whispered, "Throughout history, witchcraft and sorcery have been a grave taboo for the royal family. I am not well-educated
, so I wonder if Your Highness could explain the calamities caused by witchcraft?"
Renhe's face instantly turned deathly pale. The royal family had always preferred to believe in witchcraft. Even Emperor Wu of Han, a great
ruler, once told that someone had cursed him with witchcraft, launched a massive purge, implicating everyone from the empress and crown prince to the prime minister and princesses
, affecting over 100,000 people. The thought of his own family being implicated likely meant the entire household would be doomed.
"What do you intend to do?" Renhe gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly.
Ding Shou wrapped his arm around Renhe's soft, supple waist. Renhe shuddered, tensing but remaining silent.
Ding Shou chuckled, "That day, I knelt outside the Deng residence, unable to hear Your Highness's elegant music. I wonder if
I'll have the pleasure of hearing it today?"
Renhe's high chest heaved rapidly, calming her anger. She knelt beside the zither, her right hand lightly plucking the strings
, her left hand pressing the strings to produce notes. A piece of "Yangguan Sandie" flowed effortlessly from her lips.
Ding Shou sat casually beside her, resting his chin lightly on her fragrant shoulder. Renhe glanced at him with disgust, then continued
playing.
Ding Shou closed his eyes as if enjoying the celestial music, his hands wandering, sometimes climbing up her breasts, sometimes brushing against her buttocks
. Renhe kept her eyes closed and silent, concentrating on her playing.
With a sharp tear, the music faltered, and a piece of her pale white dress was ripped open, revealing a large expanse of her pink buttocks
. Renhe pursed her lips and quickly plucked the strings to the correct tune. She felt a large hand slip inside her torn dress
, rapidly moving between her legs. She clamped her legs tightly together, leaving no gap.
The hand, finding no other place to go, continued to roam around her inner thighs, occasionally teasing her pubic hair, even
entwining a few long black hairs between its fingers, as if intending to pull them out. Just as Renhe was starting to worry, she suddenly felt an itch under her armpit. Another
hand reached around her full breasts and tickled her under her armpit.
Her body trembled, and just as a gap appeared between her legs, the hand beneath her moved swiftly, like a snake slithering through grass, and quickly reached down. Although
she immediately clamped her legs together again, the middle finger had already pressed against her nipple. Renhe felt a surge of heat rise from her lower body
, spreading throughout her entire body, a sensation that was both numb and itchy. Her body could no longer hold back; her legs relaxed, and a wave of heat rolled out. She sat half-sitting
beside the zither, panting heavily. As for what piece she was playing, heaven knows.
Ding Shou continuously massaged the nipple with his Heavenly Demon True Qi, clearly feeling it swell. Then,
the plump thighs that were clamping his hand trembled, and three fingers became wet as if they had been drenched in water.
As her panting subsided, Renhe leaned over the table, squinting at Ding Shou. "What exactly do you want?"
"What do you think?" Ding Shou chuckled, and with another "rip," Renhe felt a chill on her chest. Her
lotus-colored bodice, trimmed with gold thread, was revealed, her heavy breasts no longer concealed by the narrow fabric. Her large, full mounds and half of
her areola sagged to one side, arousing allure.
Ding Shou wiped his fingers clean with the torn strip of cloth, his eyes fixed on Renhe with an aggressive gaze. "Aren't you afraid of
having your family wiped out?" Renhe murmured.
"Isn't that perfect?" Ding Shou whispered in her ear, "Only a criminal facing annihilation would dare to
protect Your Highness's heinous crimes."
Renhe pondered. "Fine, I'll grant your wish. Anyway, I'm much older than you, so it's not a loss for me."
She stood up, removed the gold hairpin from her hair, and her black hair cascaded down to her waist.
Ding Shou also stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Renping, who was usually dressed by servants, was much slower than him
. By the time he removed his light blue overcoat, Ding Er was completely naked. Looking at his unusually large member, the princess
was filled with shock.
Ding Shou, smugly pinching and gently kneading the base, said, "What, does the Prince Consort not have the means?"
Renhe blushed and spat lightly, turning back to continue removing her tattered moon-white dress. It was rare
to see this woman in her thirties with such a charmingly naive demeanor, and Ding Shou found it amusing. But when he saw Renhe bending down to remove her shoes and socks
, Ding Shou was stunned.
Her round, white, pert buttocks were revealed, a rosy line between her thick, fleshy lips, and pubic hair spreading on either side.
Ding Shou said nothing more, stepped forward, pinched her plump buttocks, and thrust his erect penis straight in.
As the massive rod entered, Renhe couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" The Second Master felt a sudden tightness in his flesh. "Your Highness, your child is already
so big, how come you're still so tight?"
Renhe, adjusting to the sudden fullness, glanced back at him and said, "Couples' sexual relations are
arranged by the palace ladies-in-waiting, there's a set number, only a few times a year. How can I possibly withstand something like you?"
Laughing, Ding Shou put his arm around her waist. "In that case, I will serve Your Highness." Before he finished speaking
, his lower body had already thrust dozens of times.
"Ouch..." Renhe felt her heart tremble wildly from this storm of thrusting. Her buttocks
were held by him, her feet lifted off the ground, and she hurriedly tried to grab something for support, but there was nothing to hold onto. She could only
bend her waist as much as possible, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, enduring the heavy blows.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Ruxue rushed in. Seeing the situation between the two, she covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from screaming
.
Renhe's face flushed. "You...come in...um...be gentle...what are you doing here?" "
This servant heard the princess scream and came in to check on her, fearing something might happen." Ruxue was not inexperienced, but
the scene before her eyes still made her blush and her heart race. The once noble princess was kneeling on all fours like a female dog
, and the Jinyiwei officer was riding on top of her, thrusting incessantly. Each thrust forcefully pushed the princess forward
a step. In just a short while, the princess had already crawled half a circle around the room.
Renhe noticed the servants staring at her and felt embarrassed and annoyed. "I'm fine, why aren't you leaving?"
Ruxue quickly agreed and was about to leave when Ding Shou said, "Wait, your princess needs someone to support her
. Come and help."
"This..." Ruxue was caught in a dilemma. Renhe also felt that lying like this was inappropriate, so he said, "Why don't you
listen to your master's orders and come over here quickly?"
After closing the door, Ruxue came to the two of them. Ding Shou thrust his penis and helped Renhe up. Renhe
held Ruxue's arms, buried her body in her arms, and twisted her waist to cooperate with Ding Shou's thrusting.
As Ru Xue watched, she saw Ding Shou's sculpted muscles and tangled black hair, beneath which a
thick, dark penis was thrusting in and out of the princess's round buttocks. Each thrust sent
ripples of white flesh rippling across her skin, the black and white contrasting sharply, a sight to behold. Once, he thrust too hard, and his entire penis was exposed, the nearly foot-
long member revealing a purplish-red glans. Before she could even make out what it was, it quickly plunged back into the princess's passage. The princess
twisted her head, letting out a muffled groan, and quickly closed her eyes in shame.
Out of sight, out of mind, the sounds of flesh slapping and rubbing against flesh were
like a demonic chant, disturbing Ru Xue's peace of mind. Suddenly, she heard the princess cry out, "It's coming..." and her body
slumped down. Ru Xue quickly opened her eyes and caught her, seeing the one-eyed dragon trembling before her nose, while the princess collapsed
to the ground, moaning softly.
Ding Shou glanced at her, hoisted Renhe onto the couch, parted her long, white legs, and entered her again.
The half-conscious princess let out a soft moan, then opened her eyes again, oblivious, and cooperatively wrapped her legs around his waist
.
As he thrust, Ding Shou said to her, "Take off your clothes and come help."
Ru Xue's heart pounded at his words. Since she had accompanied the princess as her dowry, she had done some bedroom chores to enhance the experience. Sometimes, when the princess
was unwell, she would even have to come to bed to help. But this man had no official status; how could it be
proper for the two of them, mistress and servant, to serve him like this?
Seeing the princess reach out her jade arms to embrace the man's neck, their tongues mingling, she secretly thought she was being too forward
. Her mistress was already like this; what was she holding back for? She took off her clothes, leaving only her undergarments, climbed onto
the bed, and, supporting Ding Shou's waist and hips, helped him thrust.
Renhe was entranced, his moans barely audible, feeling both pain and pleasure. Suddenly, a spasm erupted within him, his body
arching like a bow, his long neck straightening once more. A cry escaped his red lips, and a torrent of passion surged forth again
, his voice hoarse from screaming.
His body felt utterly drained, and he fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know how long it had been before he recovered, utterly exhausted. The sounds of their lovemaking continued, but
Ding Shou was nowhere to be seen. Parting the bed curtains, he saw Ding Shou on the pearwood round table, frantically thrusting against Ruxue. Naked Ruxue was
panting heavily. "Too deep…no…it's broken…" she cried out softly, her two snow-white
legs trembling before falling silent, leaving only the heaving of her smooth, white breasts.
Ding Shou, not yet satisfied, chuckled upon seeing Renhe awake and approached. Seeing Ding Shou's renewed interest
in her, Renhe shrank back to the foot of the bed in fright. The movement sent a sharp pain through her lower body; her vulva
was swollen and red. She pleaded, "I can't take it anymore, I really can't! Please spare me!"
Ding Shou picked at his ear, impatient. "Your Highness isn't going to suffer any loss, what are you afraid of?" He grabbed Renhe
, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and pounced on her. Renhe was limp and powerless. Just as she tried to struggle, a hot, hard object pressed against the base of her plump, tender thighs
, startling her so much that she trembled and collapsed weakly to the ground…

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