The Imperial Harem

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It is said that Daiyu, not caring that Hongzhou was so close, insisted on trying out the Qingyu Tang zither in the study of Yihong Courtyard.
Qingwen had no idea what Daiyu was planning, but since she had brought it up, there was no reason not to comply. Seeing
that there was nowhere to sit comfortably in the room, and considering Daiyu's intentions, she didn't press the matter further. However, being thoughtful, she thought that if she wanted to try out the zither, she would have to take off her
coat, and worried that Daiyu was weak and afraid of the cold. So she went outside and ordered two maids
to carry in a copper charcoal brazier with a gilded lacquer cover to warm the room. Together with Zijuan,
they spread out the brocade quilt on the heated kang, tucking the corners neatly, and removed the footstool, placing it on the kang. They then set up the long zither,
and, not wanting to be negligent, specially fetched a small hexagonal cloisonné incense burner, lit a censer of sandalwood,
and added a handful of cassia branches inside. Daiyu turned around, and with Zijuan's help, loosened the velvet buttons at her neck and
unfastened the white fox fur cloak, revealing the feather-embroidered skirt underneath. She sat down on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), and Zijuan
removed her embroidered shoes, revealing her toes encased in pink socks, before she moved onto the kang.

Qingwen, watching from the side, was already mesmerized. The feather-embroidered skirt was elegant and alluring, perfectly tailored to her figure,
highlighting Daiyu's graceful curves and making her appear captivating. Her slender shoulders and arms, her willow waist and delicate feet, were all accentuated by the embroidered feathers,

each inch revealing a touch of allure. The small opening at the neckline revealed a glimpse of her moon-white undergarment, contrasting beautifully with her
snow-white skin. Even Qingwen, a woman herself, couldn't help but let her imagination run wild:
if someone were to see the skin beneath Lin Daiyu's snow-white skin, how alluring it would be, enough to make any man swoon. When he
saw Daiyu lift her foot and move, her body exuding charm, he couldn't resist stealing glances at
the , her round and firm, beautiful buttocks, and even
the shape of her feet, encased in pinkish-white silk stockings as if naturally formed. His heart stirred, and a strange thought crossed his mind: "So many beauties in the garden,
each with their own perfect body, yet they all end up being played with by the master. It's pitiful… But I didn't
give myself to the master, I gave myself to that scoundrel…" Realizing the lewdness of his thoughts, he
blurted out , "Miss Lin, your feet… are truly exquisite…"

Daiyu, who had just climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) and was about to play the zither, blushed deeply upon hearing his praise, which was tinged with envy and a touch of flirtatiousness. She
quickly pulled her feet back, hiding them behind her feet, and gave Qingwen a shy, reproachful look.

Qingwen smiled to herself, and seeing that Daiyu had no other instructions, she squatted down and curtsied, saying, "Miss Lin, please try,
just don't tire yourself out too much. Sister Zijuan can take care of things here. I'm going outside..." Daiyu nodded, and Qingwen
left.

Daiyu, however, was in no hurry. She gently brushed the dust off each of the seven strings, her slender arms moving slowly forward, her jade-like hands grasping them lightly, her delicate
fingers swaying, her pink nails guiding the strings. There was no tune, no score; she simply plucked each of the seven strings to test the sound, employing
eight different finger techniques: plucking, strumming, sweeping, picking, hooking, flicking, striking, and plucking. The music sounded like a secluded valley echoing, like the morning bell of an ancient temple, like
the night cry of a cuckoo, like the dance of a phoenix. Though without a fixed melody, it was a delight to hear, and Zijuan, standing nearby,
couldn't help but praise, "Indeed, our household had such a treasure in the past. It sounds even better than Miaoyu's..."
However, her heart was still with Daiyu. Seeing the plum blossom-patterned copper charcoal brazier placed too close to the bedside, and fearing that Daiyu,
being frail, might be affected by the smoke, she stepped forward to shield her, bowing her head and whispering, "Miss... the mistress is over there
..." At this point, not knowing what to say, and unsure of Daiyu's intentions, she
blushed and fell silent.

Daiyu's pretty face also flushed, but being naturally sarcastic, she retorted, "What's there to be afraid of...
Don't you want me to see the master and serve him day and night? Are you afraid the master will hear you and come over? Either
way , if you're so afraid, go to the backstage maid's room and cover the master's ears yourself." Zijuan could only smile
and remain silent.

But then she heard Daiyu stop tuning the strings, close her eyes to rest for a moment, and then gently pluck the strings. Her ten fingers moved like clouds and dancing
phoenixes and dragons, lightly and quickly plucking and slowly hooking, and a melodious tune was born from between her snow-white fingers
, floating leisurely, and in a moment the whole courtyard could be heard.

Zijuan, though ignorant of music, heard the mournful and poignant melody of the zither, which, beyond its soul-stirring quality, possessed an extraordinary power that seemed to cleave the heavens
. At times, it sounded like a young woman in love, gentle and melodious; at other times, like a seductive maiden ,
plaintive and plaintive; then, like autumn rain pattering on bells, turbulent and unpredictable; then, like a raging storm, relentless and continuous; and finally, it faded to almost nothing, gradually revealing a desolate silence as the strings ceased to play. Though she didn't understand music, she heard it as the lament of a young woman yearning for romance yet burdened with sorrow. Though young and rarely possessing such profound sensitivity, she was momentarily stunned, unable to resist the tenderness in her heart, tears welling in her eyes. 　　Looking at Daiyu again, as the music approached its climax, her face was flushed, her nostrils flared, her snow-white cheeks trembled , and her face was streaked with tears. Though she didn't sob, she wept bitterly . When the music ended, Zijuan hurriedly stepped forward to wipe Daiyu's tears with a handkerchief, suppressing her own sorrow as she advised, "Miss, what kind of music is this? It's so...strange...so tragic...Why did you play this? Don't let the master hear it and think you're unhappy again..." 　　Daiyu sighed deeply, shook her head, and said softly, "You don't understand. It's a waste of time to explain..." 　　Just then, a voice came from outside the door: "Then how about telling this prince?" Qingwen was seen awkwardly pulling back the curtain, but remained silent, clearly silenced. Outside the threshold stood a figure in a fiery red brocade robe with velvet sleeves— none other than the mistress of the garden's beauties, but the emperor's favorite, the powerful yet dissolute Prince Hongzhou. 　　Although Zijuan knew the music was so loud it would disturb her master, and she also guessed that Daiyu intended to invite him with music, she was still startled to see Hongzhou and quickly knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Master." She tugged at the hem of Daiyu's skirt, which was askance on the kang, urging her to kneel as well. 　　But Daiyu seemed unmoved, her face flushing slightly, as if from the heat of the charcoal brazier. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve, looking shy and slightly dizzy, yet seemingly used to it. Her voice was soft, but still retained a hint of her usual stubbornness, saying, "Master has arrived, why don't you come in? It's my fault for being impolite..." She still refused to rise and perform the proper greeting. 　　Hongzhou saw a graceful woman, swaying on the kang, holding a zither, her jade-like figure shrouded in a flowing robe.

Her skin was slender and graceful, truly like a celestial maiden descended to earth. But upon closer inspection, Daiyu's eyes, so watery and
seemingly always weeping, brought to mind the day Daiyu removed her silk robe, revealing her shoulders and chest—a breathtakingly beautiful sight in that fleeting glimpse.

Unable to resist, she stared intently at the two jade peaks on her chest, the chest of this clearly stubborn and defiant sex slave
. Now, partially obscured by the hem of her feathered skirt, they were somewhat indistinct, only a glimpse of the
white bodice and undergarment at the neckline revealing a hint of their allure. Unable to contain his smug thoughts, he thought, "This
girl is truly stunning, with such an elegant and graceful demeanor. She doesn't seem like an ordinary woman at all;
she's like a fairy who doesn't eat the food of this world. And with such talent and ability, she's still my sex slave, my possession, to
be defiled, humiliated, and abused at my will… It's just not fair…"

Thinking this, he chuckled and strode into the room. Qingwen, unsure what to do, could only lower
the curtain and follow him in. Hongzhou, however, didn't rush forward to make advances. Instead, he gracefully sat down on the chicken-wing wood armchair

, crossing his legs. Zijuan, beside Daiyu, and Qingwen, behind Hongzhou, both noticed the strange atmosphere in the room.
It didn't seem like a mistress had encountered a sex slave; it was
more .

But then she heard Hongzhou say indifferently, "Don't refer to yourself as a servant. You are a refined person. Using such terms
... is just too vulgar."

Daiyu didn't expect Hongzhou to say such a thing. Her heart tightened, and she thought to herself: This master must want me to use some
intimate terms to humiliate myself and please him. On the other hand, she was secretly pleased and pleased that Hongzhou had praised her for being "elegant." At this moment, she gritted
her teeth, determined to suppress her fear and shame, lowered her eyes, and looked only at the seven strings in her hand, softly saying, "Please
instruct me, Master, on how this servant should address myself... to please you."

Hongzhou found it amusing that she was clearly ashamed and resentful, yet deliberately chose to taunt him. He thought to himself, "You came here to play music and make
merry , not to see me, so why did you come?" He said, "In the West, there is a stone called 'Dai,'
which can be used as ink for drawing eyebrows. I heard that your nickname, 'Pinpin,' is derived from that. You can call yourself 'Pin'er'... It sounds intimate and
pleasant; I like it..."

Daiyu listened, feeling as if Hongzhou was engaging in a witty retort, as if he were deliberately trying to stab her in the back. She was also
secretly surprised that Hongzhou knew her given name and the reason for her presence. Just as she was about to reply, Hongzhou spoke first: "You
just said that the servant in your room doesn't understand this tune… but I haven't heard it either. Tell me, how about you play it for me?

"

Daiyu didn't expect Hongzhou to seem to have already seen through her thoughts. His words, though polite, seemed to reveal his true
feelings . However, she didn't think much of it at the moment, and dared not look at Hongzhou. She could only softly recite:

"Autumn winds rise, frost falls from the sky, I cherish the memory of my beloved, so unforgettable, my heart is filled with sorrow.

Frost falls from the sky, a raging storm rises, I wish to ascend to the land of clouds, I leave my jade palm behind."

Hongzhou was secretly amazed. "Is this little girl testing me? Has she read too many romantic novels and thinks she's
some kind of beautiful woman? She's been in the garden for so long, does she really not know my identity?" Then, thinking of Daiyu's
intelligence and detachment, she realized she couldn't possibly be so vulgar. Even as a sex slave, she would never console herself with such thoughts. However
, unable to suppress her pride and arrogance, she smiled faintly and said, "This is 'Returning Wind Sending Off Distant Guests' composed by Zhao Feiyan during the reign of Emperor Cheng of Han
. Feiyan served the emperor with her beauty, could dance on a palm, possessed the allure of a fairy, and was unparalleled in romance. So your music is about
Zhao Feiyan. No wonder it's so enchanting, yet contains some sounds of lovemaking. Naturally, one wouldn't learn such music in the boudoir..."

Daiyu felt a pang of sadness. The phrase "naturally, one wouldn't learn such music in the boudoir" truly struck a chord with her. She couldn't help but
secretly hate herself for being so pure and innocent yet now a sex slave, even her music had to be tainted by such things. Yet, on another level,
she felt a surge of secret joy and pride, and a hint of smugness appeared on her brow.

Hongzhou, already quite drunk, was almost unable to resist rushing forward to kiss the beauty. However, he hesitated
, noticing Daiyu's strange expression. After a moment's thought, he became suspicious and couldn't help but ask, "Perhaps I don't remember correctly?"

Daiyu, who had been waiting for his question, nodded and said, "..." "Your Majesty sees it. What Daiyu just recited was Feiyan's 'Returning
Wind Sending Off Distant Friends,' but this melody, though somewhat... somewhat romantic, mostly uses the Shang and Jiao notes, and
is more about graceful and alluring beauty. Although it has Feiyan's grace, it is like Feiyan but not Feiyan... It is about Feiyan's sister, Zhao
Hede."

Hongzhou listened to her soft and gentle words, and saw the barely concealed joy in her eyes and brows at Zhan Cai's overwhelming talent.
He was already almost infatuated, and didn't scold her for being so sarcastic about
Zhan Cai, insisting on reciting a song to distract him. He wasn't in a hurry to go forward and flirt with her. He just thought: This girl's smug and lewd appearance is
truly delightful. Listening to her say a few words would be quite enjoyable. So she simply pretended to be confused and absurd,
deliberately adopting the demeanor of a good-for-nothing, and said, "Oh? I didn't know that Zhao Feiyan had an older sister?"

Daiyu couldn't help but give Bai Hongzhou a disdainful look. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes darting around, and gently looked up to see Hongzhou's
expression , which seemed to be mocking her. She was so ashamed that she quickly lowered her head, feeling a bitter pang in her heart: Whether he is talented and dashing or talentless
and absurd, I am now... just a plaything for him to plunder and vent his lust. He still replied softly, "Yes. Reporting to
Your Majesty. Feiyan was a descendant of Emperor Cheng, and Hede was a concubine of Emperor Cheng. They were close sisters, both beauties of the Han Dynasty.

It was once said that Hede's skin was smooth and she was still wet after bathing, and that she was skilled in music, her voice gentle and pleasant to listen to."

Hongzhou's mind was filled with a mixture of emotions, and he thought to himself: The story of Feiyan and Hede, though elegant, still carries
a hint of flirtation. In the past, these girls prided themselves on their chastity
and secretly. Now, although this girl is showing off in front of me, things have changed.
Even when she talks about these anecdotes, it inevitably carries a hint of romance. It's a pity that this girl is still a pure and innocent virgin, never
seen, touched, kissed, or raped by a man, yet she wants to tell me about the supposedly elegant affairs of Emperor Cheng. Although
I don't know what she's up to, I suppose she's enjoying herself.

Not hearing Hongzhou's reply, Daiyu could only speak as if speaking to herself: "The ancients said that Feiyan was superior in her light and graceful figure,
almost ethereal , but they also said that Hede's skin was like the finest cream, suggesting she was a slightly plump beauty than Feiyan. Hence, this
song is titled 'Zhaoyi's Tears,' which has a soft, mournful tone, but also uses some emphasis to describe Hede
. However, Hede was ultimately a lower-ranking concubine, and historical records rarely mention her in detail. That's why I, Daiyu, am reciting a poem written by Feiyan..."
It wasn't that she intentionally told her master something inappropriate.

Zijuan on the ground and Qingwen behind her couldn't quite understand either. But Hongzhou, hearing her increasingly gentle voice,
was captivated and could no longer restrain himself. He rose and walked over to the brocade kang (heated brick bed). Seeing Zijuan kneeling trembling beside him,
he smiled slightly and gently nudged her buttocks with his toe. Zijuan was startled at first, then understood that her master wanted her to move
aside. She quickly turned and knelt back a step, making way for him. Hongzhou had already leaned over and sat on the edge of the kang. Unable to resist,
he reached out and stroked Daiyu's arm, which, though covered by her dress, was still as delicate as warm jade,
muttering lightly, "..." "Although you are also slender,
you have some beautiful flesh in your vital areas, naturally possessing the beauty of both Fei Yan and He De ..."

Although Daiyu had made up her mind and prepared herself mentally, when Hongzhou's fingers touched her arm,
it was like being electrocuted. She almost couldn't resist pushing him away, but she knew it was absolutely impossible. She stubbornly endured
the shame, letting Hongzhou's palm linger on her arm. A wave of bitterness washed over her: how could she not bear to let him touch
her arm ? She was afraid she would have to take off her clothes to show him. She was afraid he would take off her clothes to touch her hands,
back, chest, feet, legs, and breasts. Thinking of this, her eyes reddened again, and tears were about to
fall. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, and her private parts ached slightly.

She stubbornly endured the shame, still gritting her teeth and continuing with her carefully prepared words,
saying only, "How dare I, Daiyu, compare to Fei Yan and He De in this little bit of beauty?" It was only when learning this poem, "Zhaoyi's Tears," that I felt
a pang of emotion. "

In truth, Hongzhou knew that many of the women in the garden now deliberately sought to get close to him,
hoping favor. But Daiyu, by nature proud and stubborn, had always kept her distance. Her coming to
Yihong Courtyard today to play the zither and entice him must have a hidden agenda. The more she prided herself on her chastity yet endured shame and
humiliation, the more he enjoyed it. For a moment, he couldn't even discern Daiyu's true intentions, and he could barely
hear what she was saying. He felt the touch of Daiyu's hand..." Yu's arm was soft and boneless, his eyes glazed over as he gazed at
Daiyu's delicate, almost melting lips. He was nearly unable to resist and pounced on her, pressing down to kiss her.

But Daiyu's self-pitying words were so moving that he wanted her to finish. He didn't want to waste
her beauty, so he began to caress the woman's body, slowly moving from her arm to her hands, finally
stroking her soft, supple skin where her clothes no longer covered. Feeling the texture of her virgin skin, he murmured dreamily... "Oh
... why did you learn this piece? It sounds a bit sad..." As he spoke, he felt a strange
comfort as he touched Daiyu's palm. Unable to resist, as if defiling her hand, he increased the pressure on her soft, slightly sweaty palm
, scrutinizing every line of her hand.

Daiyu couldn't help but gasp, tears streaming down her face. She secretly hated her skin, finally
being enjoyed by a man for the first time. Yet, she still answered according to propriety, "Yes... I feel that Hede is actually
more pitiful and lamentable than Feiyan."

"How so?"

"The Book of Han says that Emperor Cheng died in Hede's palace... Emperor Cheng was so depraved that it
would be a disgrace and a violation of sage virtue to record it in history. Feiyan, as empress, knew that everyone knew she had served the emperor with her beauty and was afraid of gossip
, so she was terrified. Moreover, the ministers criticized her, causing unrest in the harem. Helplessly, she ordered Hede's death." Hongzhou

was greatly surprised. He knew that although Daiyu usually avoided him,
she was first in the garden in terms of talent, cunning, and knowledge of history. Her special visit to Yihong Courtyard to play the zither must have been for a purpose
. Using music as a starting point, poetry as a guide, and history as a narrative, she had crafted a clever and scheming piece, seemingly simple yet profound,
certainly not merely to provoke him for favor or humiliation. However, as she spoke of the past stories of Feiyan and Hede, it was difficult to discern her true
intentions. Was she trying to use the story of Emperor Cheng of Han's death from excessive indulgence to admonish him against
indulging in lust , thus protecting her chastity and purity? Or was she afraid that her apparent undressing and subsequent refusal might offend him, and was therefore seeking some...
Perhaps he'd be tempted by tales of romance and beauty, like the legendary swallows and the beautiful He De?

Hongzhou considered this, but upon closer inspection, he noticed
Daiyu's figure. She appeared delicate and frail, yet possessed a graceful charm. Her posture as she played the zither added to her natural beauty. Her lowered eyes seemed to hold
sorrow and tears, her flushed cheeks suggesting a heartbroken soul. Her thin, fragrant lips were half-open, revealing
the tip of her delicate tongue. The area around her neck was as white and smooth as jade, making her all the more endearing.
He imagined the two soft, alluring breasts encased in her flowing skirt must also be equally flawless.
Further down, though her waist was hidden behind the table, it was still... He could see clearly; her skin was soft and slender like a willow branch, yet her
curves were graceful and alluring. Her small buttocks, encased in the hem of her skirt, were round and delicate. A fleeting
glance revealed half a girl's toes, encased in pinkish-white stockings, peeking out from under the hem of her skirt. The curves
were captivating and alluring, and he couldn't help but secretly admire her: This young woman, dressed like this, seemed
to proclaim from every part of her that she was a chaste virgin, pure and inviolable, yet that same part
also seemed to proclaim that she was a fairy descended to
earth, possessing both beauty and charm. She could so perfectly combine purity and allure; if anyone were to defile and play with her, who knows how many... The pleasure was inexhaustible. At this moment, he was inevitably parched and
his mind was agitated, momentarily forgetting what day it was and what time it was.

Ever since the day Lekesh reported the arrest of Liu Xianglian and the discovery of the white jade bracelet, Hongzhou had harbored suspicions about Keqing,
accumulating a bellyful of cold anger. He also thought of

the sisters Yingchun and Xichun, believing that Keqing must have stirred up trouble. In his original mind, even if Keqing framed Yingchun and Xichun, it was nothing more than jealousy and power struggles in the garden
, each seeking their own pleasure and debauchery, which was to be forgiven. However, the incident of Lekesh's
request for an and Xichun's presentation of the map, combined with Xichun's advances—Xichun's advances, full of twists and turns, pure of heart, and innocent of birth—
clearly implied... "I envy Consort Qing, and beg for forgiveness, sister." In truth, he must have been forced into this helpless situation by Ke Qing. Although he
had gradually become less concerned with the young ladies in the garden,
after truly ravaging and wantonly behaving against a thirteen-year-old girl, seeing Xi Chun's bright eyes and tearful eyes, and feeling a surge of pleasure and lewdness, he
couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. Coupled with his anger towards Ke Qing, he personally issued an edict stating that Ying Chun and Xi Chun were innocent and should be
released, allowed to return to Zi Ling Zhou to settle down. As for Ke Qing, however, he was still undecided.

This morning, Lekesh came to the garden to report, but he couldn't get the gist of it. I already knew what was going on, so I coldly
pressed him for answers and told him not to hide anything. Lekesh could only awkwardly say that Liu Xianglian initially refused to confess,
but he couldn't withstand the five tortures in the army. When he was being beaten half to death, he finally confessed that he had been performing in the garden, but actually
had an affair with the concubine in the garden. The concubine wanted me to keep quiet, firstly by giving me many jewels and jades,
including the pair of jade bracelets, and secondly by trying to set me up with You Sanjie in the garden, just to drag someone else into the mess so that she could keep
quiet. She even said that if I served her well and kept my mouth shut, she could also let me rape and play with
You . Upon hearing this, Hongzhou was both shocked and furious. Although he had some doubts about its veracity, he couldn't suppress his rage.
He ordered the Tianxiang Tower sealed off and thoroughly investigated for any evidence of adultery. He also ordered Lekesh
to ensure that Liu Xianglian "suffered all kinds of torment before he died." Then, he stormed out. The servants in the garden, however, noticed that his
orders were missing the clause on "how to deal with the concubine," which echoed the tone of his previous search of Zilingzhou. This
only increased their fear. Hongzhou didn't bother to argue. Instead, he went to Yihong Courtyard to watch
the sisters Yingchun and Xichun move out of their house to relieve his boredom. He had just been in Yingchun's room, and while pretending to watch the sisters move, he naturally couldn't help but
casually flirt with Yingchun on his left and Xichun on his right, pretending nothing was wrong. It was only when he heard faint melodious music coming from in front of Yihong Courtyard
that he came to investigate.

At this moment, after hearing Daiyu finish playing the "Cloud and Rain Melody" and recounting the story of Feiyan and Hede, he was filled with doubt .
However, he was also captivated by Daiyu's graceful and charming figure. He couldn't help but think, "
What does this young lady think?" He moved closer to her and sat down. He felt a strange fragrance wafting from her. Given his status,
he didn't care that Zijuan and Qingwen were also in the room, one kneeling and the other standing, at a loss. He noticed that
Daiyu's legs, which were crossed under the zither table, were barely visible. They were round and delicate
, forming a curve under her clothes. He reached out and touched them. The moment he touched them, he felt that the girl's thighs were so exquisite and
round. Even through several layers of clothing, they were smooth to the touch and seemed to exude a fragrance
. His fingers trembled slightly, likely from the embarrassment he felt when he touched Daiyu's legs, causing her to tremble
uncontrollably . As he caressed her, his touch was so intense that he felt his soul dissipate,
almost forgetting the unpleasantness he felt that morning. He moved closer, almost touching his nose to Daiyu's frightened and ashamed
face, inhaling deeply. He smelled a warm, pleasant scent, along with a unique fragrance. Now,
he could even smell the orchid-like, musky scent emanating from Daiyu's breath. His words, increasingly rambling and unrestrained, became a jumbled
jab : "Zhao Hede was sentenced to death? She seduced the emperor with her beauty, so it was only right that she was sentenced to death. You... hehe... are you also afraid that if
I die on you, you will not escape Hede's fate? Hehe... your body is so fragrant and warm, it would be
fine if I died on you..."

Although Daiyu had made all sorts of mental preparations today, at this moment a man leaned in and approached her,
his hand already touching her thigh, his breath in her mouth, she felt as if her heart was being stabbed with shame and pain. At one moment
she felt that her leg was dirty to be touched by a man, but at the other moment she felt a warm and itchy sensation, as if there was an
indescribable comfort. She even secretly hoped that Hongzhou would touch her with more force and go higher
. At this moment, she felt her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her body weak, and her limbs powerless. She gritted her teeth and
struggled to slightly move her face away, avoiding contact with Hongzhou. She murmured her resistance, saying,

"Master…please don't…"

Hongzhou, aroused by desire, was unwilling to let her go. He almost pulled her down, but Daiyu bit her lower lip
tightly and said, "Master…please allow me to tell you the story of Hede…if…if

…you want…more…okay?" She was still a virgin, and her words were barely audible,
barely .

Hongzhou was also surprised. He thought that whatever Daiyu's intentions were, they would ultimately lead to her offering
herself. Now that he was already moved, why did she have to bring up the story of Hede? His curiosity was aroused, and he stepped back
slightly , then smiled, his hands becoming more domineering. He no longer merely caressed Daiyu
's skirt, but pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging her soft, fragrant body into his
embrace. He feigned even more ignorance, kissing her hair and saying, "What story of Hede? Does Hede smell as good
as ? I don't understand the story. Tell me..."

Daiyu, a tearful girl, felt even more ashamed and angry at Hongzhou's embrace and kiss. Helpless,
tears her cheeks. She tried to calm herself, suppressing the three parts desire and three parts humiliation in her heart, before finally
managing to say, haltingly

: How could Daiyu dare to compare herself to such a person? In Emperor Cheng's time, both Feiyan and Hede were unparalleled beauties, and sisters
serving the emperor together. Why is it that historical records, poems, songs, and descriptions of clothing allude to Feiyan countless times, but Hede is rarely mentioned?

Daiyu thought that, firstly, Feiyan was the empress, and Hede was a concubine, thus there was a difference in rank. But there was another layer: Hede
's sorrow was too numerous to recount. Feiyan's dance on the palm, wearing the Liuxian skirt, though a timeless tale of romance, possessed
a certain elegance and charm. Even those lecherous but heartless literati couldn't help but fantasize about such things. He thought of it,
yet refused to speak it aloud. He wrote many lavish eulogies praising Fei Yan. Ostensibly, he described her as stunningly beautiful,
but secretly, it was merely his own wishful thinking—that he too could enjoy such imperial favor. Even a figure like Li Bai
was not immune to this; his "Qing Ping Diao" was also a playful jab at romance. The line, "A single red blossom, dew-laden and fragrant, makes the clouds and rain of Wushan seem
futile ," perfectly encapsulates this sentiment.

And what of He De? It's lamentable that He De differed from Fei Yan in one crucial way, causing this celestial being to be
forced to her death, leaving behind only a stigma for posterity.

Even Hong Zhou couldn't help but ask: "Which is different?"

Daiyu spoke as if the one embracing her so intimately wasn't
a servant she had to please with her body and soul, but rather a close friend or classmate. Her voice was filled with sorrow,
tears streaming down her face, her head shaking. She continued, "Licentious conduct."

"The old story of Consort Zhao says that Hede's service to the emperor was different from Feiyan's. She devoted all her heart to Emperor Cheng, while
Feiyan seized power, Hede only cared for him. When she entered the palace, Emperor Cheng happened to glimpse Hede through the window curtain."
He bathed and undressed, but found his daughter's naked form even more alluring than in bed; her movements in the spring water surpassed
the pleasure of lovemaking. Hede's body was slightly more voluptuous than Feiyan's, adding to the allure. He was instantly captivated and, for the first
time , took Hede's body. Later, when Hede learned the truth, she was not angry at all. Instead
, she deliberately arranged to bathe and undress again whenever Emperor Cheng passed by, through the window. She would slowly remove her clothes, loosen her diaper,
wipe her body, apply lotion and perfume, and admire her reflection, sometimes bathing for an hour, all to bring
Emperor Cheng a different kind of pleasure. My lord, do you think… Hede's actions constitute lewdness? Hongzhou

was even more stunned, wondering where she got such words from. He gently turned Daiyu to face him,
scrutinizing her closely. He saw tears welling in her eyes and brows, an indescribable pitifulness, yet
a slight upturn at the corners of her lips still hinted at her cold arrogance and meanness. He was momentarily speechless,
unable to fathom her intentions, what she was referring to in those words. If it was about "shameless lewdness"... The title, undoubtedly referring to Ke Qing
, is used to describe He De's pitiful and lamentable fate—serving the emperor with lustful intentions and suffering cruelty—as if she were
advising Ke Qing? Considering Daiyu rarely leaves her inner chambers, even the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, how could she be entangled in the garden's intrigues on Ke Qing's
behalf ? This is perplexing.

To find out what happens next, please wait for the next chapter.

Truly:

The writing is elegant and well-structured; the music of the zither

and lute harmonizes with the Han dynasty; men

and women are all without righteousness;

women and maidens possess compassion

; thunder crushes the icy

soul; rain and dew

are like cold stars; a tender tale of the past and present;

the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is heartbroken.

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