[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 4

Chapter 33, The Royal Hunting Festival (Part 1)

Mingruo fastened the last hidden clasp with her slender, white hand. She tugged at her slightly wrinkled outer robe, then casually smoothed the black hair that had fallen onto Duanmu Yun's chest, and whispered, "Come back soon."

Duanmu Yun smiled bitterly, pulling her into his arms. "Heaven knows I didn't want to go at all." He'd much rather stay home with his wife than ride horses and shoot arrows with those nobles.

"It's a pity you have to go," Mingruo sighed. "You'll be gone for three days. I wonder what kind of prey you'll be hunting at this time of year."

"They say there are rare silver foxes," Duanmu Yun pondered, stroking his chin. "Winter is coming soon. Make a cloak for my Ruo'er."

Her delicate brows furrowed. "No." She'd rather he do nothing at the hunting grounds than ride around hunting animals. She'd heard the royal hunting grounds were vast, filled with many ferocious beasts; ordinary people simply didn't have the ability to enter. Those princes, nobles, and ministers all dared to go in only with dozens of personal guards, but he insisted on going alone and refused to bring anyone.

"Silly girl." Duanmu Yun knew what she was worried about, and patted Mingruo's smooth forehead with his large hand. "Ruo'er, don't you trust your husband's abilities?"

"I don't doubt your abilities." Mingruo grabbed his restless hand and pulled it down, her clear and beautiful purple phoenix eyes glistening with a faint light. "But it's always better to be careful, and... if you're not here, I'll miss you terribly." If she weren't afraid of being discovered, she would have disguised herself and gone with him long ago. Unfortunately, the hunting festival didn't allow women to be brought in except by the emperor, unless she wanted her husband to be punished. Duanmu

Yun smiled gently, pinched Mingruo's chin with his large hand, and pressed his thin lips to hers. The sunlight from the window streamed into the room, casting a reflection on the two of them, making them look like figures in a painting. A warm tongue licked her pink lips, their delicate tongues playfully chasing each other, sharing a tender moment. Duanmu Yun's eyes grew deeper, almost unable to resist the overwhelming desire to press his wife back onto the bed. He had taken her all night long last night because he was about to leave, but now, just looking at her, his desire surged like wild grass.

Mingruo blushed; the thing between her legs was thick and hot. She was no longer a naive young girl; she knew what it was. She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling, brushing gently against Duanmu Yun's face. Her pink lips were already red and swollen from kissing.

"I really want to devour you." Duanmu Yun murmured, his lips pressed against Mingruo's pink lips. He rubbed his lower body against the enchanting paradise hidden by her skirt, feeling the warmth and smoothness through the layers of fabric. He couldn't help but reach into his wife's bosom, grabbing one small breast and kneading it, while his other hand slid down her waistline and into her buttocks, gently caressing it.

Mingruo was both shy and weak. Last night, he had loved her to the point of ecstasy, and she shouldn't have been able to get up this morning. However, because Duanmu Yun was going to be away for three days, she had forced herself to put on her clothes and let him get ready. Now, with his touch and kiss, her soft body immediately collapsed into her husband's arms, as tender and alluring as a pool of water. Her increasingly sensitive body only needed a few touches from Duanmu Yun to secrete sweet nectar.

“I told you to rest a little longer, but you wouldn’t listen to me.” Duanmu Yun sighed softly, withdrew his hand from hers, picked up Mingruo, and quickly stripped off her outer and inner garments. He lifted the quilt, looked at her, and then removed her undergarments and undergarments, meaning Mingruo was now naked. Her face flushed. “Yunlang, what are you doing!”

Duanmu Yun knew from her expression that she had misunderstood. A smile of amusement crossed his handsome face. He lowered his head and bit his wife’s nose, making her giggle sweetly. Because she was naked, she didn’t dare to move. In the sunlight, her two slender, lotus-root-like arms were exposed, her skin so white it was almost transparent, glistening with a snowy luster, breathtakingly beautiful.

Duanmu Yun reluctantly pulled his gaze back, trying to fix his eyes solely on Mingruo's face. He rubbed his nose against hers, kissing her as he did so: "What nonsense are you thinking about now? I took you again this morning, do you think your husband would bully you again?" Hmm, he'll bully her when he gets back. "You sleep a little longer, I still need to check the Imperial Guards. The Emperor's safety is entirely my responsibility this time, and I can't afford to be negligent. You silly girl, just sleep well, no need to see me off. Who knows if you'll bury your face in the blankets and cry after I leave?" He smiled mischievously, taking the opportunity to gently pinch her soft, pink breast. "Give me a kiss, and you can sleep after you've had your fill."

The words that were about to come out were completely swallowed back by his last sentence. Mingruo stared blankly at the handsome face magnified in front of her, watching Duanmu Yun bury his face in her not-so-ample chest, kissing and sucking her with lust. She blushed deeply, but in the end, she couldn't bear to interrupt him. She... she really missed him, even if her body couldn't take it, she was willing.

Biting a pink nipple, Duanmu Yun muttered, "I really don't want to go." His tone was aggrieved and dissatisfied, mixed with resentful complaints.

Mingruo couldn't help but laugh, a laugh that caused her chest to vibrate, making the nipple in Duanmu Yun's mouth involuntarily slip out—the pink bud was already red and swollen from his pain, its tip glistening with moisture, the sunlight reflecting off it, displaying an incredibly lewd color.

Duanmu Yun desperately turned his eyes away, daring not to kiss her any further—otherwise, he would surely transform into a beast. He tucked his wife in, stroked her little face, and kissed her little mouth, repeatedly reminding her, "Be a good girl and go to sleep. Don't sneak up to see me leave, or your husband will be angry."

Mingruo pouted, "I know."

"Good girl." As if coaxing a little child, Duanmu Yun kissed her forehead, then suddenly picked her up, blanket and all, and shook her a few times. "Your husband will be back very soon. You need to eat on time while you're home alone. Don't forget the time while planting flowers and embroidering, understand?"

This tone... ... He really treated her like a little child. "Okay, okay, Yunlang, hurry up and go." Mingruo nudged him. "Father is waiting for you."

"No rush, it'll be at least two more hours before we can leave." Duanmu Yun couldn't help but chuckle at her pouting face. He finally put her down as she wished, gave her a final kiss, and then turned to leave.

Mingruo clutched the corner of the blanket, her lips trembling. Watching her husband's figure disappear outside the door, her big eyes instantly filled with tears. She buried her head under the blanket, feeling wronged, and finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 034, Royal Hunting Festival (Part 2) The

autumn wind blew in through the window, lifting the white gauze curtains, revealing a beautiful woman sleeping soundly inside. She pursed her lips slightly, her fair cheeks flushed with a healthy blush, and her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face. Her delicate and exquisite features seemed to have been sculpted by a master craftsman. A few unruly strands of hair fell across her jade-like forehead, fluttering gently in the breeze, making her look incredibly endearing.

She slept like a child, peaceful and quiet, one small hand slightly clenched into a fist beside her pillow. The large brocade quilt wrapped her tightly, making her look like a charming and adorable kitten. A sliver of snow-white skin peeked out from under the covers, her small face nestled against the pillow, occasionally rubbing against it in discomfort—truly the epitome of captivating beauty.

A slender, icy-white hand slowly caressed her exquisite face, the well-defined knuckles bending gently, stroking her unbelievably delicate features. Deep eyes brimmed with an inexplicable and unfathomable emotion, like a curse, drawing one in, from which there was no escape.

Mingruo remained fast asleep.

Slender fingers slowly caressed her delicate neck, then moved to the edge of the blanket. Thumb and forefinger gently pinched the corner of the blanket and lifted it up. Her deep phoenix eyes immediately darkened, shimmering with a strange flame. Then, as if unwrapping a beautiful gift, she didn't rush to see the whole thing, but slowly pulled it down inch by inch.

First, her slender, delicate shoulders; then, the snow-white skin of her chest. As the blanket was pulled down, the beautiful skin extending from her chest began to show slight bulges; finally, two bowl-shaped, crescent-shaped breasts. Because she was sleeping on her side, the shallow cleavage appeared unusually deep. The pinkish flesh trembled there, extremely white and delicate, tempting one to take a bite.

Emperor Xu Li, however, did not move. He simply watched quietly, the flames in his purple phoenix eyes burning brighter and brighter. His thin lips were imperceptibly pursed, and his extremely handsome face was suddenly covered with a deep desire when he saw the two budding red berries sleeping on the tips of her breasts. The desire was incredibly profound.

His well-maintained fingertips slowly touched one of the quiet nipples, just as he had caressed her from afar when he spied on them making love that day. The tiny nipples, like budding flowers, slept peacefully beneath his fingers. Emperor Xu Li gently twirled them a few times, and the shy, sleeping little red dots began to swell slowly, finally blooming quietly in his palm. His

large hand grasped a soft breast, feeling its delicate and alluring touch. The flesh in his palm was smooth and tender, like a soft osmanthus cake. Though just filling his hand, it was incredibly tender. The silky flesh always slipped through his fingers, revealing the delicate nipple peeking out from his palm, its allure utterly captivating. "Where the robe is loose, one

can see; the two points of beauty are truly exquisite, like tortoiseshell delicately adorning the edges of a flower stamen, like coral embellishing a high jade mountain."

Her two tender breasts, as delicate and alluring as chicken heads, felt wonderful to the touch. They were firm and perky in the palm of his hand. Perhaps Emperor Xu Li's grip was a little too strong, for Ming Ruo let out a soft moan. Her elegant brows furrowed, her rosy lips pouted, and her fair cheeks puffed out like steamed buns. She tried uncomfortably to pull away from the hand on her chest, her slender waist writhing beneath the red brocade quilt.

Emperor Xu Li released her, but felt no regret, for the enchanting scene before him was far more ecstatic than any caress.

Ming Ruo was clearly still half-asleep; after pulling away from the hand, she had no recollection of being naked. Her two slender, white legs stretched out from under the quilt, and along with her alluring curves, her pink buttocks were also partially exposed. Perhaps feeling a bit cold, she began to toss and turn under the covers, her snow-white body completely exposed. Finally, she lazily hugged a corner of the quilt, pursed her lips, and slept even more soundly, completely unaware of the pair of wolf-like eyes watching her beside her.

His purple eyes deepened, and Xu Lidi sat down on the edge of the bed, his bewitching gaze filled with desire. He stretched out a hand, sliding it down her jade-like back to her tender buttocks, his slender fingertips lingering before the deep cleft, feeling the slight warmth within, circling it once. Perhaps itching, Mingruo wrinkled her nose, then rolled over again, now lying on her back. The blanket barely covered her chest and private parts, her right hand pressed against her chest, but this pressure revealed her right breast, her fair wrist resting on her snowy peak, breathtakingly beautiful. The tiny pearl, pressed down by her slender wrist, only revealed a hint of pink, yet it was far more alluring than if it were completely exposed.

At this moment, Mingruo lay sprawled, her black hair disheveled, the bed seemingly defined by only three colors: black, white, and red. Black were her eyebrows and hair, white her frail, delicate body, and red the vibrant crimson brocade quilt. These three colors intertwined tightly, deeply captivating Emperor Xuli's eyes.

His slender fingers forcefully lifted the quilt covering her beauty, leaving Mingruo no room to refuse. His abyss-like, dangerous, and wicked eyes narrowed sharply upon seeing the dense clusters of kiss marks on her naked body!

A murderous aura emanated from him.

Mingruo seemed to sense this overwhelming, nauseating demonic energy and killing intent. She flinched, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering as if she were about to wake up.

Emperor Xuli acted with lightning speed, instantly striking her pressure points. Her long eyelashes fluttered, then closed quietly, remaining motionless.

No one knew that the current emperor was skilled in martial arts.

Emperor Xuli gently pried open Mingruo's lips with his knuckles, his fingertips, fragrant with the scent of white datura, reaching into her richly scented mouth and teasing her delicate tongue. Sweet saliva was stirred up by him, dripping uncontrollably from the corners of her lips. He slowly leaned forward, opening his thin lips to catch the clear, fragrant saliva, savoring it deeply.

Then he withdrew his now-wet fingers, replacing them with his own lips and tongue.

The sweet aroma instantly filled Emperor Xuli's mouth, his already bewitching eyes becoming even more alluring and seductive. He sucked on Mingruo's delicate tongue, their tongues intertwining, sharing their saliva. Mingruo slept peacefully, swallowing all the saliva Emperor Xuli offered her. This unintentional yet seductive action made Emperor Xuli's eyes narrow even more, his fingers digging into her hair as he cupped her face and kissed her passionately.

Chapter 35, Is it a dream? (Part 1)

Even in her deep sleep, the discomfort of having her mouth held still made Mingruo whimper uncomfortably. Her mind was hazy and she was completely unconscious; even struggling was powerless. Xu Lidi easily grasped her restless little hands and pressed them above her head. Her small mouth opened wide, like a pitiful little fish out of water, desperately craving fresh air. Xu Lidi held Mingruo's wrists with one hand, while his warm, thin lips covered hers, sucking and nibbling, drawing all the fragrant saliva from her mouth into his own, then returning it to her. Mingruo had no way to resist and could only swallow it all.

"Good girl," Xu Lidi praised her softly, his other free hand grasping and playing with one of her tender breasts. His actions were particularly lewd; her smooth, snowy breasts were kneaded into various shapes in his hands, the delicate little nipples standing erect.

Mingruo's brows furrowed unconsciously—she vaguely felt someone on top of her, but she couldn't open her eyes. Yunlang had clearly gone out, was this a dream?! But this dream felt so real... Her chest ached and tingled from the kneading, and her body, long accustomed to lovemaking, slowly began to respond. Her small mouth opened, and Xu Lidi's delicate tongue was sucked and teased in her mouth. When he left Mingruo's lips, a strand of silver thread was instantly stretched long. Xu Lidi glanced at it, withdrew his large hand from her breast, and used his slender index finger to pick up the silver thread, putting it back into Mingruo's red mouth. Then he lingered, teasing her smooth little tongue.

"Mmm...?" Even in a dream, the body's reaction couldn't lie. Mingruo moaned softly, her soft, charming voice like that of a cute kitten, innocent yet exuding an extremely seductive aura.

Emperor Xu Li chuckled softly, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and placing them in his own, licking away the fragrant saliva that Ming Ruo had clung to them. Such a filthy and depraved act, when performed by him, possessed an almost intoxicatingly wicked allure.

After cleaning his fingers, Emperor Xu Li could no longer tolerate the sight of the body he so desperately desired lying before him, yet unable to possess it. He withdrew his other hand from Ming Ruo's wrists, letting her slender, white arms droop limply above the pillow, his purple phoenix eyes, filled with lustful desire, fixed intently on her trembling breasts.

Still exquisitely soft to the touch, Emperor Xu Li couldn't resist squeezing the two snow-white breasts between his palms, watching them transform from a shallow cleavage into a deep, drowning trench. No rush... He told himself this. She was still young, not fully grown yet. She would grow up someday, grow up for him...

His tongue

lightly touched a small nipple, and the delicate body beneath him trembled violently. Xu Lidi slowly raised his eyes to look. Ming Ruo was panting with her small mouth open, her eyes tightly closed, but the nipple he had licked was beginning to swell. "So sensitive... Did Duanmu Yun train you to be like this?" he muttered to himself, then suddenly chuckled, his handsome shoulders trembling slightly. This thought made him very unhappy, extremely unhappy.

Biting into the nipple that had just been licked, Emperor Xuli no longer held back, sucking and nibbling mercilessly, finding the tender breast in his mouth incredibly smooth and delicious. He had been with countless beauties, yet none had ever given him such intoxicating pleasure.

Was it the forbidden blood ties between father and daughter that made him so addicted?

This thought was quickly dismissed. He had four princesses, but only Mingruo likely enjoyed his favor. If blood ties were at play, why did he feel no affection for the other three princesses, but rather a deep aversion, unwilling to let them near him?

Emperor Xuli's eyes narrowed, his exquisitely handsome face as profound as jade. The wind from the window blew in, ruffling his long black hair, and then became entangled with Mingruo's, unable to break free.

"A bond of marriage...?" he murmured, then nibbled at her tender nipple again. "Even the heavens consider you my woman..."

Her nipple was constantly being unexpectedly bitten, and Mingruo felt like a small animal pinned down by a wild beast, helplessly being toyed with and teased, unable to resist. She felt itchy, and occasionally something like sharp teeth gnawed at her incredibly tender breasts. She raised her small hands, hugging her chest, hoping this would stop the abuse. Her mind, so muddled, had lost all ability to think, leaving only the instinct to escape after being humiliated. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Emperor Xu Li stared at Ming Ruo's sweet sleeping face for a long time before slowly caressing her exquisite features. His clear, cold voice released a strong demonic aura in his murmurs: "From today onwards, I will let you step by step into my embrace, and you will never be able to escape me in this lifetime."

After speaking, his large hand easily lifted the brocade quilt covering Ming Ruo, instantly revealing her radiant, jade-like body.

"Last time Father was far away, this time let Father see clearly." He chuckled, his large hand subtly parting the two tightly closed jade legs. "If my daughter is born with natural beauty, her orifice must be far more exquisite than that of ordinary women." With her

slender white legs parted, a uniquely feminine and alluring fragrance instantly filled the room. Emperor Xu Li lifted one of Ming Ruo's pink legs and placed it on his waist, his snow-white robe swaying in the wind, the scene both lewd and subtly exuding a deadly allure.

She was truly young; her pubic hair hadn't even fully grown, just a few strands covering her reserved and shy pink orifice. Her private parts were not only tender, but even their color was a pale pink. She didn't seem like a married woman of half a year; she was clearly a charming young girl waiting to be married.

His slender fingertips curled a fine hair, and Emperor Xu Li couldn't help but cast his purple eyes towards the tender and mysterious opening between her thighs. There, the tender pink flesh lay quietly asleep, the enchanting paradise tightly protected, shy like a virgin.

His large hands spread her pink legs even wider, and Mingruo was now practically straddling Xu Lidi's waist. She lay on the soft bed, her hands clutching her breasts, her small mouth slightly parted. The position with her legs wide open probably made her very uncomfortable, so she only maintained it for a short while before starting to fidget.

Xu Lidi found it amusing. The little thing's eyes were tightly closed, but her legs, wrapped around his waist, weren't as obedient as she was; they kept moving restlessly, her pink buttocks swaying back and forth, trying to escape and come together. But trapped by his hands, no matter how much Mingruo struggled, it was futile.

Now she felt wronged; her cherry-red lips trembled slightly, and she began to whimper softly.

Chapter 36, Is it a dream? (Part 2)

"You're already crying? What a delicate little thing." Emperor Xu Li chuckled, a gentle smile curving his thin lips. The intense demonic aura emanating from him slowly faded under her charming and adorable appearance. His large hand caressed one of her tender breasts, playing with it, pinching and twisting a nipple with his fingertips, using every means to toy with it. The girl's light whimpers slowly turned into moans, and Emperor Xu Li's smile deepened. "If you feel more comfortable, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore, right?"

Her delicate moans were like the most aphrodisiac in the world, capable of stealing one's soul. The tender breast he kneaded in his palm was suddenly twisted into various shapes, and his fierce desire burned his deep purple phoenix eyes blood red. If he could still have her, he would never have made such a light move, but would have buried himself deep inside her, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure, unable to leave him. "Take your time... One day you will become my woman, one day..." The large hand left the tender breasts, now covered in finger marks and saliva, and moved to the smooth, white abdomen. With a gentle push, it lifted the legs that were wrapped around her waist, raising her white buttocks off the bed and dangling in the palm of his hand.

Feeling uncomfortable, Mingruo began to whimper again, waving her little hands around. She clearly disliked this floating feeling, her little mouth pouting, and her two white breasts swayed in the air, creating dazzling waves.

"Ugh

... Don't move." Emperor Xuli gently pinched one of her nipples, speaking in an extremely gentle voice, "Be a good girl and show your father, or you'll suffer."

The pinched nipple caused a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable, making Mingruo obediently stop moving. Although she was not fully conscious, people have a strong sixth sense, and Emperor Xuli's powerful aura made Mingruo feel afraid even in her sleep.

"Good Ruo'er." Emperor Xu Li smiled approvingly, his large hand supporting her soft, white buttocks, kneading the two tender flesh from time to time. A wicked fingertip even slipped into her moist cleft, tracing back and forth on her shy little chrysanthemum. His other large hand slowly and deliberately brushed over the sparse black pubic hair, the movement as light as a feather. Judging from his calm and composed appearance, one could not tell how terrifying his suppressed desire was. His

long finger touched the pink bud hidden above her pink opening, then slid down to the tender labia. The two flower lips tightly enveloped the mysterious and deep opening, that enchanting paradise was quietly sleeping, waiting only for his forceful possession...

Emperor Xu Li used his index finger and thumb to pick up a thin petal, slowly, in an extremely lewd manner, separating the two tightly closed petals. The pitiful, delicate flesh was torn apart bit by bit, the separated parts still trembling slightly, revealing a tiny opening almost invisible to the naked eye.

It was so small, unbelievably small.

A thin, silvery stream of fluid slowly oozed from that moist opening, spreading to Xu Lidi's palm before dripping and wetting the bedding.

A slender fingertip gently scraped the tiny opening, and Mingruo's body trembled immediately. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but with someone between them, her struggles were futile. Her small mouth began to pant heavily, the intense stimulation below causing her to bite her lower lip uncontrollably, but she couldn't escape that wicked fingertip.

Xu Lidi didn't insert his finger, but just this simple external friction was enough to make Mingruo gushing with nectar. A satisfied smile curved his perfect lips; he was very pleased with his daughter's sensitivity. His fingertip approached the almost invisible opening and gently pressed. Then he felt the little bottom in his palm tremble violently. His five fingers came together, and his strong fingertips sank into the soft flesh of her buttocks. Combined with the fingertips teasing the entrance of her flower cave, it was extremely stimulating.

He would press down and then release, and the tender little opening would suck on his fingertips, not letting him leave. It was so cute that he couldn't help but feel an irresistible urge to possess her, to play with her until she was broken and crushed.

Only when Emperor Xu Li felt it was about time did he bring his two fingers together and slowly part the narrow opening, inserting his fingers inch by inch. The delicate inner walls sucked at his fingertips; with just two fingers, the tender folds were already stretched flat, enough to imagine the ecstasy that would occur if his manhood were inside. "Such a tender opening... Ruo'er wants to eat more, doesn't she?" Emperor Xu Li asked softly, his fingertips penetrating deeper, stretching the narrow passage wide, the pink opening even showing a torn, transparent white.

"Mmm..." Her two small hands gripped the quilt, her tightly closed eyes even welling with tears, a crystal-clear tear hanging on her long, curled eyelashes, trembling on her small fan-like eyelashes, yet never falling. "Ah..." Her cries were so beautiful, soft and seductive, melting one's bones and soul.

"Feels really good, doesn't it?" Emperor Xu Li leaned down and whispered in Ming Ruo's ear, his two fingers thrusting faster. Not only that, he even probed and dug around inside her tight, narrow pink orifice, searching for the tender flesh that would make her sensitive and climax. Glistening nectar was continuously drawn out, staining his hands, its sweet scent almost unbearable, filling the entire bedroom with the fragrance of a woman's passion—a scent enough to drive any male animal mad. Until his bent knuckles touched an exceptionally smooth pink spot, Ming Ruo's cries became even sweeter, and Emperor Xu Li's smile deepened. "It's here, hmm?"

The relentless probing made Ming Ruo sob. Her small hands even grabbed Emperor Xu Li's elbows, swaying with the rhythm of his manipulations. Her slender white legs twisted violently, wanting to escape, but with nowhere to go, she could only endure it in humiliation. Streams of wet nectar flowed out, soaking Emperor Xu Li's hands and the bedding beneath him even more.

"So sensitive," Emperor Xu Li chuckled, his fingers poking and pinching a tender spot, making the delicate body beneath him tremble violently, her snow-white breasts quivering with intense waves. "Father likes Ruo'er's sensitivity, and Ruo'er enjoys it too, doesn't she?"

Ming Ruo, of course, wouldn't answer him, for she had already climaxed.

Her petite body still trembled with the afterglow of her orgasm.

Emperor Xu Li lowered his hand from her pink buttocks, then withdrew his wet hand, gazing intently for a moment before licking his hands clean of the nectar. He then buried his face between Ming Ruo's legs, slowly licking and sucking, his hot lips and tongue tracing and pressing against the wet petals and tender opening, greedily swallowing the sweet juice.

It was a quarter of an hour later when he had cleaned the girl's body.

His purple eyes gazed at the naked, exquisitely beautiful girl, their depths terrifying. His thin lips murmured softly, "No rush, one day you will be beneath me, and for now, I will spare you..." Yes, no rush... Sooner or later, he would make her cry, and then wake her up crying as he took her.

Sooner or later.

Pulling the blanket over the alluring body that stirred his heart, and tucking her flailing arms back under the covers, Emperor Xu Li abruptly stood up, his purple phoenix eyes radiating an extremely wicked and demonic aura. To obtain her, he should begin his actions.

Chapter 37: Why Am I Feeling Uncomfortable?

Ming Ruo woke up to find the sun had already set. She didn't know how long she had slept, and her entire body ached. She threw back the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and when she realized she was completely naked, she reflexively grabbed the quilt back to cover herself. Then, remembering that Duanmu Yun had already left and she was alone in the room, she breathed a sigh of relief. Her watery purple eyes glanced around, and seeing her clothes lying on the bedside, she reached out to grab them. Just as she was about to put on her bodice, she discovered that her breasts were terribly swollen, especially her two tender nipples, which stung like needles when touched.

"Eh...?" she cried out in pain, quickly withdrawing her small hand from her breasts, a bewildered expression on her beautiful face. How strange... It didn't hurt this much after Yunlang's kiss, and he's always been careful. How could they suddenly be so swollen? And it really hurts.

With so much pain, she couldn't wear a bodice anymore, and not only a bodice, she didn't even dare to wear any clothes. Her naturally gifted physique made her extremely vulnerable to injury and pain. While heaven favored her, it also bestowed upon her a fatal weakness, showing no favoritism.

Dropping the dress in her hands, Mingruo forced herself to put on an outer garment and try to get down. Her bare feet had barely stepped into her embroidered shoes when, before she could even take a single step, she suddenly collapsed to the ground, wincing in pain. "It hurts so much…!" Her face scrunched up like a dumpling, her mouth, eyes, and nose all contorted in agony. Her already uncomfortable body was aggravated

by the fall. She frantically clawed at the ground, lying there like a little turtle, unable to roll over.

She didn't know how long she lay there before finally reaching out to support herself, trying to stand up. But her legs gave way, and her half-raised body instantly collapsed again, this time with even more pain. The thud of her bottom on the ground left her stunned for a long time.

"Waaah... ???" Mingruo whimpered, but unfortunately Duanmu Yun wasn't home, and no one was there to comfort her.

Mingruo rubbed her bottom, no longer daring to get up rashly. Instead, she carefully positioned herself, turned around, and moved to the edge of the bed. She finally managed to get back on the bed, but now she dared not move again. Her face was still tightly scrunched up, wondering why she felt sore all over after waking up, even though she had been fine before going to sleep.

Moving her legs, Mingruo clearly felt a swelling and pain in her private parts, but she didn't know why. Along with the swelling in her breasts, if Duanmu Yun hadn't been home, she would have truly thought he had come home to abuse her!

Could it be that because she had rested well, the pain she had previously ignored had returned?

She tilted her head and thought for a long time, the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She nodded to herself, muttering, "Yes, that's right, it must be like that." She was sure Yunlang would protest when he returned...

Just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and a maid respectfully asked, "Madam, would you like dinner?" Startled

by the maid's question, Mingruo, who had slept all day, suddenly felt terribly hungry. She replied, "Bring dinner in and place it on the flower table in the outer room. Then have someone bring in the bathwater."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll do it right away."

Hearing the maid's footsteps fade into the distance, Mingruo forced herself to sit up straight, rubbing her aching back. Her large, watery purple eyes stared unblinkingly at her breasts for a long time, her attention drawn to the two unusually swollen buds. They looked strange no matter how she looked at them. They were unbelievably red and swollen, like...like what her husband had sucked after their lovemaking.

How could this be!

She bit her lip, banishing the impossible thought, and clenched her small hands into fists. A short while later, a maid came to report that the bathwater was ready. Mingruo responded and dismissed them, then carefully and unsteadily walked to the screen in the outer room.

After eating, drowsiness returned. Mingruo, who had originally wanted to do some needlework, felt helpless—she had slept all day, so why did she still feel so weak? Was she really unwell?

Fortunately, there was nothing urgent to do, so she climbed back into bed, covered herself with the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, she felt a suffocating tightness in her chest. When she opened her eyes, she found someone lying on top of her. The person was staring intently at her, their large, rough hands slowly tracing her cheek: "Yunlang? Why are you back?!" she whispered in disbelief.

Duanmu Yun chuckled, pulled her into his arms, turned her over, kissed her, and whispered, "It's night now, everyone's asleep. I was worried you'd be afraid of the dark sleeping alone, so I came back to check on you. But I have to leave as soon as it's light, so I can only stay with you for a little while." Heaven knows he was lying; actually... he was the one who missed her terribly.

Upon hearing this, Mingruo's beautiful face lit up with a stunning smile. She wrapped her arms around Duanmu Yun's neck, burying her face affectionately in his shoulder and nuzzling him. "Then you'll sleep with me."

"Okay." Duanmu Yun's eyes were filled with affection. He gently rubbed her head with his large hand, then suddenly exclaimed, "Ruo'er... Why... Why aren't you wearing any undergarments?" Usually, when they slept together, unless she was extremely tired, she always insisted on wearing undergarments. What was wrong with her today?

"Hmm... It hurts."

"It hurts?" Duanmu Yun was alarmed. "Where does it hurt?" With a wave of his hand, the candle on the table was immediately lit. He grabbed Mingruo and began to carefully examine her, his handsome face sweating with anxiety. "Where does it hurt?" He had only been gone for half a day, how could she be uncomfortable?!

Mingruo subtly puffed out her chest. "Hmm... Here... It hurts here." She grabbed the large hands that were roaming over her body and placed them on her chest.

She must have been half-asleep, and with her chest really hurting terribly, she brazenly grabbed Duanmu Yun's hand and touched it. Otherwise, she would never have made such a bold move under normal circumstances.

Duanmu Yun was stunned, his dark eyes then shifting to her pinkish-white chest. Two tender breasts shimmered white in the candlelight, trembling slightly. Her two small, red, and tender nipples stood erect and charming, swollen and pitiful, looking as if they had been cruelly violated. He immediately panicked: "How...how could this be?!" His rough, long fingers carefully flicked one of the swollen nipples. Mingruo winced in pain, and he immediately withdrew his hand, his heart aching with heartache.

Chapter 38, Bringing Her to His Side (Part 1)

"I don't know." Mingruo pouted and complained, snuggling closer to Duanmu Yun. "I'm so tired." "

Then let's sleep." Duanmu Yun chuckled, covering her snowy chest with the quilt, then pulling her into bed. His large hand gently stroked her head, incredibly tenderly.

"Mmm..." Nestled in the familiar, warm embrace, Mingruo murmured a soft "Mmm," found a comfortable spot, and drifted off to sleep.

Duanmu Yun gazed quietly at her beautiful face. After a moment, he waved his hand, extinguishing the candlelight. He closed his eyes, falling asleep alongside her.

When Mingruo woke the next morning, Duanmu Yun was gone. Only the dent on the mandarin duck pillow beside her proved he had indeed returned; she had fallen asleep in his arms the previous night.

Getting out of bed, she felt much better. Perhaps it was her husband's love and tenderness that had touched her; Mingruo's spirits lifted, and she was no longer as listless as the day before.

That evening, Duanmu Yun returned to be with her as always.

The Royal Hunting Festival proceeded peacefully as always; no rebellious officials or invaders dared to covet it. The Great An Dynasty was the strongest nation; even the Jiang Kingdom dared not openly attack, let alone smaller vassal states. But strangely, Duanmu Yun did not return that night. Mingruo waited for him for a long time, finally falling asleep without seeing him. When she woke up in the morning, the other mandarin duck pillow was still full—Duanmu Yun had not returned.

She immediately began to worry. If Duanmu Yun understood her best in this world, then she was the only one who knew him intimately! Duanmu Yun would never fail to return without a reason; something must have happened!

But she waited and waited, three whole days passed, and Duanmu Yun still did not return.

Mingruo finally could not sit still any longer—she wanted to go to the palace to see Emperor Xuli. The hunting festival was over; apart from General Duanmu Yun, her father must have returned! But without an imperial decree and without Duanmu Yun to escort her, she could not enter the palace in her current state! Even if she applied rouge, the guards at the palace gates wouldn't let her in—who knew what the so-called Fourth Princess looked like!

She should have just asked her father for a gold token that allowed her unrestricted entry.

Mingruo slammed her fist on the table in frustration. The winter clothes she was making were lying beside her, but she had no time for that now. Just as she was pacing back and forth like a cat on a hot tin roof, there was a knock on the door. A servant's urgent voice came from outside: "Madam, Madam—a distinguished guest has arrived!"

Father!

Mingruo jumped up excitedly and ran towards the door. She flung it open and saw Emperor Xuli walking leisurely towards her. He had just passed the pavilion and was almost within sight of her when Mingruo excitedly waved her hand at him, then lifted her skirt and dashed towards the pavilion. But her momentum was too great, and her mood too anxious, so she didn't go through the corridor, but ran directly onto the garden path. She wasn't paying attention and tripped over a pebble on the path, almost falling to the ground. But somehow, as if someone had caught her, she narrowly avoided falling.

Seeing this, Emperor Xu Li's long, ink-painted eyebrows furrowed slightly. He reached out and took Ming Ruo's slender wrist, pulling her to sit on a stone bench in the pavilion. "Why are you running? So careless." His large hand kneaded her body, checking for any injuries.

Mingruo had no time to think about anything else. Completely absorbed by her husband, she didn't notice Emperor Xuli's hands roaming over her. She simply sat anxiously in his lap, her two small, white hands clutching the hem of his white robe: "Father, where is Yunlang? Why hasn't he returned yet? It's been six days! Why hasn't he come back?!" Not only had he not returned, but why hadn't he sent her a message?!

Seeing that she was only concerned with her husband's whereabouts and completely ignored the gift he had brought her, his deep purple eyes darkened. But Mingruo, preoccupied with her worries, didn't notice. Without receiving an answer from Emperor Xuli, she became even more anxious, her face pressed close, her large, watery eyes blinking rapidly: "Father, please tell Ruo'er, where is Yunlang? Where is he?"

"Ruo'er," Emperor Xuli called softly, his expression clearly displeased—he never hesitated to show his emotions in front of Mingruo. "Look what your father has brought you." He waved the package wrapped in white cloth in his hand, gesturing for Mingruo to look. But Mingruo was only focused on asking him about Duanmu Yun's whereabouts and didn't even glance at it. Her originally cheerful mood turned even more gloomy and somber. If Mingruo hadn't been so anxious, she would have definitely sensed the wicked and demonic aura emanating from Emperor Xuli—he was truly enraged.

"Ruo'er." Emperor Xuli called again, this time in a very low and soft voice. But Mingruo, who was burning with anxiety, inexplicably felt a chill. She suddenly shivered, her face turning pale. Her large purple eyes stared blankly at Emperor Xuli, whose face was so close to hers, for a long time. The cool and alluring fragrance of white datura flowers wafted into her nostrils, and she finally realized what she was doing. Heavens, she was questioning the most noble man in the world!

"Father, please forgive me! I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me!" Mingruo tried to get up, her small hands supporting herself on Emperor Xuli's strong chest, but Emperor Xuli held her tightly. "Father?" Although he treated her well and doted on her, he was, after all, the emperor of the Da'an Dynasty. How dare she, a mere concubine's daughter, speak to him so grandly? Just because her father acknowledged her, just because he doted on her, had she already become arrogant and forgotten her place?! Even if they were father and daughter, their relationship was still that of monarch and subject!

"It's alright." Emperor Xuli narrowed his eyes slightly, gently stroked her small cheek, and pointed with his long finger to the package he had tossed onto the table. "Open it and see if you like it."

Mingruo pursed her lips first, then cautiously reached for the bundle. Her petite body stiffened in Emperor Xuli's arms, not daring to move. Her small hands untied the knot, and her watery purple eyes widened instantly: "This is—"

"A silver fox cloak, specially prepared for my precious Ruo'er. Do you like it?" A faint smile appeared on his thin lips. Emperor Xuli had expected to receive a joyful smile from his beauty, but Mingruo only nodded and then asked, "But Father, where is Yunlang? Why hasn't he come home?"

An inexplicable anger quickly filled his chest, and a strong urge to destroy Duanmu Yun and then possess the girl in his arms made Emperor Xuli's eyes blaze with demonic energy. The surrounding flowers and plants seemed to sense the burgeoning savage aura and froze.

Chapter 39, Bringing Her to His Side (Part 2)

Seeing that Emperor Xuli did not answer her question, Mingruo became even more anxious, her small hands gripping the white robe tighter: "Father, Father, why won't you answer me?"

Well, he didn't need to get angry with this girl; sooner or later she would be his. A faint smile played on his thin lips: "The Hunting Festival wasn't even over, and Jiang Kingdom was already getting restless. I sent Minister Duanmu to the border to reclaim those small towns occupied by Jiang. Because of the danger encountered during the Hunting Festival, Minister Duanmu believed it was due to his inadequate defense, so he volunteered." The premise was that he had casually mentioned sending troops in front of all the officials and ministers, and casually dispatched a general. Given Duanmu Yun's character, he certainly wouldn't let his mistake go unpunished, so he naturally volunteered for the battlefield.

"But why didn't he tell me?" Mingruo stared expectantly at Emperor Xuli, hoping for a satisfactory answer, completely unaware that the hand roaming over her body had already moved below her chest, caressing her intimately, very lightly.

Emperor Xu Li glanced at her, his heart skipping a beat at the glint of tears in her eyes. He sighed and said, "Ruo'er, this time the troops were dispatched secretly. Do you want all the spies from Jiang Kingdom in the capital to know?"

Ming Ruo choked, then pouted her little mouth in a wronged manner.

Emperor Xu Li chuckled, his slender fingertips gently stroking her lips. "Your pout could be a painting."

"Going to the battlefield again, and we don't know when we'll be back. When will we be able to leave?" Ming Ruo complained, her charming appearance truly endearing.

Emperor Xu Li's purple eyes narrowed. "Leave what?"

"Yun Lang promised me that as long as the court is stable and the people live in peace and prosperity, he will take me to retire to the countryside and live the life of an ordinary couple." Ming Ruo told Emperor Xu Li innocently.

"Will he come back?" His purple eyes deepened, but Emperor Xu Li remained calm, slowly asking step by step, gradually leading Ming Ruo into an abyss of no return.

"Hmm... He probably won't be back." Mingruo thought for a moment and answered.

His purple phoenix eyes narrowed even more instantly. Emperor Xuli was secretly relieved; thankfully, he had set a trap early, otherwise, who knew when he would get his wish.

"By the way, Father, how long will it take for Yunlang to return?" Mingruo put aside her disappointment and asked again.

Emperor Xuli raised an eyebrow slightly, and this time he didn't make things difficult for her, but readily gave her an answer: "It takes five full days to get from here to the border, and another five days to return. Just the round trip will take at least ten days. Add to that the battle against the enemy, and although Minister Duanmu is both wise and brave, I estimate it will take at least half a month."

Half a month...

Mingruo's little face fell, her lips pouting again, full of dissatisfaction. Emperor Xuli reached out to pinch her, and she cried out, her expression a mixture of wanting to dodge but not daring to, and pain. This look was much more pleasing to the eye than her previous resentment.

As the father and daughter were playing, several darts flew in from nowhere. Emperor Xu Li's purple eyes turned cold. He held Ming Ruo and sat there calmly. Just as the darts were about to reach her face, Ming Ruo buried her face in Emperor Xu Li's arms, her little hands tightly wrapped around his neck. Thus, she missed Emperor Xu Li's extremely cold gaze. The darts fell with a thud, and a dozen masked men dressed in black suddenly appeared all around. Ming Ruo opened her wide eyes in terror. She had never seen such a scene before, and her little mouth turned white with fright. Emperor Xu Li's heart suddenly ached. He stroked her soft lips with his slender hand, still sitting upright in the pavilion, but the demonic aura and murderous intent in his eyes grew even heavier.

Before the masked men could approach the pavilion, several sword-wielding men in various plain clothes leaped forward, subdued the assassins, and tore off their masks. Within seconds, the assassins coughed up blood and died, bleeding from all seven orifices. The leader narrowed his hawk-like eyes, then knelt respectfully before Emperor Xuli: "Greetings, Your Majesty, Miss!"

Mingruo opened her eyes, but Emperor Xuli wouldn't allow her to look up, instead burying her face in his chest: "Search them for any clues."

"Yes!"

A few seconds later, the man presented several tokens: "Reporting to Your Majesty, they are from Jiang Kingdom."

Emperor Xuli didn't even glance at the tokens, only pondered briefly before saying: "You may all withdraw. Prepare a carriage and come to see me at the back gate of the General's Mansion."

"Your subordinate obeys." The man quickly stood up and swiftly disappeared.

Mingruo asked, puzzled, "Why is Father preparing a carriage?" Her lips trembled slightly as she spoke, clearly quite frightened.

Emperor Xuli gently pinched her smooth, pink cheek. "I'm taking you back to the palace."

"Eh?!" Mingruo was stunned. "Take...take me back to the palace?!" His

beautiful purple eyes glanced at her. "It's obvious that Duanmu Yun's actions have been discovered. Otherwise, how could they dare to infiltrate the General's Mansion every day? I'm really worried about you living here alone. It's better to take you back to the palace. That way, at least your safety will be guaranteed.

" "But—" Mingruo bit her lower lip, although she knew Emperor Xuli was right. "But what if Yunlang comes back...? Ah, Father, do you think Yunlang will be in danger? Since Jiang Kingdom already knows his whereabouts, then...won't the secret plan backfire?!"

He wanted something to happen to him.

Emperor Xu Li chuckled, "How could that be? Duanmu Yun is a master strategist; the title of God of War isn't for nothing. He'll definitely be fine. Ruo'er's safety is the most important thing. You can't protect yourself, and the guards at the General's Mansion are no match for the Imperial Guards. Ruo'er, obediently listen to your father and return to the palace with him."

"But...?"

"But what?" Emperor Xu Li glanced at her, knowing what she was worried about. "Afraid of people finding out who you are, is that it?" Seeing Mingruo nod, he curled one corner of his lips into a faint smile. "Ruo'er, do you perhaps not believe that your father can protect you?"

Mingruo was startled and quickly said she wouldn't dare. Emperor Xuli's smile deepened. "This time, when you return to the palace, you will still stay in Zhuohua Palace. However, to prevent any leaks, you cannot see Consort Huai or anyone else. You must stay obediently in Zhuohua Palace and wait for Minister Duanmu to return. How about that? During this time, I will not allow anyone to disturb you, nor will I mention your identity to anyone."

Mingruo hesitated again for a long time before slowly nodding. "

I will obey whatever Your Majesty decides." Hearing this, Emperor Xuli embraced her, took the silver fox fur cloak, and easily wrapped Mingruo's petite body tightly in it. Then he picked her up and left the General's Mansion without anyone noticing.

Everything was going according to his wishes. Very well.

Chapter 40 When Will He Return

? Mingruo had been in the palace for almost ten days, and by all accounts, Duanmu Yun should have been due to return. During these ten days, she had barely left her quarters. The maids and eunuchs serving her in Zhuohua Palace had all changed, and she didn't recognize a single face. She didn't know what reason her father had given her to stay in Zhuohua Palace, nor did she know what the situation was like outside. Fortunately, the flowers and plants kept her company; otherwise, Mingruo would have been utterly bored.

Her slender white hand brushed against a pale yellow laurel blossom. Mingruo felt increasingly that staying in the palace any longer was not a good idea. She hesitated for a long time. Originally, she wanted to wait until Emperor Xuli came to Zhuohua Palace before discussing returning to the General's Mansion with him, but as she thought about it, she suddenly felt drowsy. She touched her forehead; it wasn't hot, but she was still sleepy. She guessed it was because she hadn't slept well last night because she missed Yunlang. Mingruo sighed softly and turned to return to her bedchamber.

With a delicate hand, she parted the tinkling beaded curtain. Here was her original bed, the original gauze curtains, the dressing table, the bronze mirror, and the wardrobe—all in the same place. Even the drawers held several boxes of her usual face-covering rouge. The only thing unchanged was perhaps her state of mind. She used to think living alone in the deep palace wasn't so bad, but after meeting Duanmu Yun and falling in love with him, she found those days terrifyingly empty.

She truly missed him.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mingruo pulled at the curtain in her hand, a small smile spreading across her face, followed by another sigh. She stared blankly ahead, occasionally a breeze would blow in, making the beaded curtain tinkle melodiously. She would always habitually look up, subconsciously assuming it was her beloved Granny Duan entering, but each time it ended in disappointment. She'd forgotten all that she was now living in the palace as a mysterious woman. Not only had her former maid, Duan Mama, been dismissed, but even the maids and eunuchs who used to serve her had been removed by her father. He said that although they hadn't seen her true face, they knew her habits very well, and there was no guarantee that something wouldn't go wrong. Anyway, her father always made sense, so Mingruo didn't bother to think about it further.

Was Duan Mama alright?

And her mother?

How were the flowers and plants in the Cold Palace doing?

"Ah—" Mingruo covered her head and buried herself in the soft quilt, tossing and turning. Her delicate little feet kicked off her shoes and white socks, and she burrowed under the covers like a restless caterpillar, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

So boring, so incredibly boring!

When would Yunlang finally return? When would she be able to go home?

Her small hands gripped the blanket and began to tear at it, her beautiful face scrunched up like a steamed bun, her pink lips pouting high. Mingruo lay on her back in the center of the bed, her large purple eyes gazing at the gauze curtains above the bed. She sighed mournfully. Before, she always thought those concubines were just being dramatic, that they were only missing their father, so why were they so melancholy and lost, even jealous and scheming against each other? Now she finally understood. Wasn't she also missing Yunlang terribly after just a few days apart, wishing she could sprout wings and fly to his side immediately? The two of them were only separated for a short time, and Yunlang's heart was still full of her. But what about those concubines? The harem was filled with countless beauties, many of them talented and beautiful. The man they all shared didn't love them, and he didn't even remember their names, let alone care about their sad and desolate feelings. Not only that, he could also possess beauties of all kinds, watching the world's vicissitudes with a smile. The man she loved didn't love her, yet he possessed her while embracing other women. No matter how jealous and desperate she felt, she couldn't say anything. That man was the master of this world; he was entitled to be arrogantly superior, looking down upon all. To receive even a moment of his favor was already a blessing; how could she dare to hope for his love?

Thinking of this, Mingruo sighed softly, her thoughts finally returning to normal. Her beautiful phoenix eyes blinked, her curled eyelashes trembling, and she slumped down.

Anyway, those things had nothing to do with her. What she cared about most now was when her beloved Yunlang would return.

Perhaps she should ask her father, the Emperor!

Thinking of this, Mingruo immediately sat up in bed and called out, "Someone come here."

Immediately, two girls in pink palace dresses hurriedly entered and knelt down respectfully: "What are your orders, Miss?" This beautiful girl was a distinguished guest of the Emperor. The eunuch An, who served the Emperor, had specifically instructed them to serve her well and not to be negligent, which showed how important the girl was!

Mingruo pursed her pink lips and asked, "Father—where is His Majesty? Has he finished the morning court session?"

One of the palace maids replied, "Reporting to Miss, His Majesty has finished the morning court session and is in the Imperial Study listening to the officials report on the disaster situation in Shanxi."

"Disaster situation?" Mingruo was taken aback. "What happened in Shanxi?"

"Reporting to Miss, according to the palace guards, there was a sudden locust plague. All the wheat that was just harvested has been destroyed, not a single grain is left!"

"What?" Mingruo was shocked. "Then... ... ... Did they reach any conclusions?"

"Reporting to Miss, we don't know." The little palace maid looked up at Mingruo and, seeing her purple phoenix eyes, was startled but dared not say anything. She simply became even more respectful and said, "We are not qualified to listen to His Majesty's discussions with the officials. Please forgive us, Miss."

Mingruo shook her head: "You may rise now. Do you know about the situation in Shanxi?"

"Reporting to you, Miss, all we know is that there's a great famine over there, bandits and brigands are rampant, selling wives and children is commonplace, and there have even been acts of cannibalism!"

Seeing the palace maid's pale face as she spoke these words, even though Mingruo already knew that without food, famine would inevitably occur, and people would be displaced, she couldn't help but gasp. Cannibalism... How much fear and will to survive must one possess to do something like that?!

She sighed, her original intention to see Emperor Xuli vanishing. Her father was already busy enough; he was the ruler of the country, how could she have the face to bother him with such a trivial matter? "You may all leave now. I'm tired and want to rest."

"Yes, we take our leave."

The two palace maids leaped out, only discussing curiously at the entrance of Zhuohua Palace: "Why do you think Eunuch An made us tell the young lady such things? Doesn't the Emperor favor her? Why hasn't he come to see her these past few days?"

Another round-faced palace maid snorted at her, "Silence! Can't you see that the young lady is determined to leave? The Emperor must be trying to find a way to keep her here!"

"Oh... ... Putting aside whether the young lady is worthy of the Emperor's favor, just seeing the Emperor's rare tenderness almost blinded me! The day the young lady first moved in, the Emperor treated her with utmost tenderness and affection, even holding her and serving her food!"

"Sigh, we can't be envious. We should just serve the young lady well." The round-faced palace maid sighed.

The two women talked to themselves, not feeling tired at all while standing guard at the door.

After an unknown amount of time, just as the two were drifting off to sleep, they heard footsteps approaching. Opening their eyes, they saw it was none other than Eunuch An, a favorite of the Emperor! The two palace maids were startled and immediately knelt to pay their respects. Eunuch An waved his hand and whispered, "How is the young master?"

"He said he was tired earlier, but he's probably asleep now," one of the maids replied softly.

"You all, along with the other maids, eunuchs, and guards, may withdraw. Keep your footsteps quiet, lest you wake the young master. The Emperor will be coming soon."

"Yes."

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