[Fantasy] The Captive Concubine's Tale (Complete) - 9

Chapter 71, Mingfei (Part 1)

What a magnificent banquet!

Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her lips exquisitely red, her eyes, like jade, sparkling and clear. Her skin, as white as snow, was captivating. Her beauty was unparalleled, her aura ethereal. Her crimson wedding dress further accentuated her exquisite features, making her seem like a painting, timeless and timeless.

A magnificent crimson veil, woven from precious silkworm silk by the most skilled embroiderers of Jiangnan, covered her delicate features. She remained expressionless, woodenly allowing the elaborately dressed palace maids to lead her out. Her

heart was dead, about to step into eternal damnation.

The Emperor Xuli, the supreme ruler, dressed in a crimson dragon robe like her, gently lifted her veil before the entire court, placing a magnificent phoenix crown adorned with gold and jade tassels upon her head. Even as everyone was awestruck by her unparalleled beauty, she remained expressionless, staring straight ahead, letting the breeze flutter her blood-red wedding gown, creating a scene of vibrant crimson and purple.

The new consort of Emperor Xu Li of the Great An Dynasty would be breathtakingly beautiful; it would surely be news of her beauty throughout the land in no time. This was what Emperor Xu Li desired, but not what Ming Ruo wished for.

Fragrant breezes wafted through the imperial palace, waterside pavilions swayed gently, and colorful butterflies fluttered about—what a bright and beautiful day.

She sat on a throne alongside Emperor Xu Li, receiving the congratulations of the officials—no one questioned why her eyes were purple; everyone believed Emperor Xu Li's words, all believing that she had obtained the purple-eyed beauty by chance. Her

watery eyes quietly swept over the assembled officials, but the one she wanted to see was not there. So be it, so be it, it's better not to see her. Even if she saw her, she wouldn't know how to explain this complicated relationship.

A virtuous woman doesn't serve two husbands, yet she had married twice.

A large, cold hand reached out and grasped her delicate little hand. Emperor Xu Li, pitying her youth and naivety, deliberately skipped the elaborate rituals unique to the royal family. She only needed to receive the homage of the officials and have her name recorded; then she would officially become his concubine, one of the many in this vast harem.

Once, someone had styled her hair and painted her eyebrows, promising her a lifetime of unwavering devotion. That person… that person still owed her a peach blossom, the most vibrant one blooming at Lingkong Temple on the outskirts of the capital.

Sadly, she would likely never see it again. She would grow old and die in this deep palace, like all the other concubines and palace maids, imprisoned here for life, never to leave.

"Everyone says the peony is the king of flowers, but in my eyes, only the peach blossom truly deserves the title of 'national beauty and heavenly fragrance,' ruling over all flowers, the queen of blossoms, enjoying eternal wealth and affection, and revered by all," Emperor Xuli whispered in her ear, his large hand cupping her small one and caressing it. His bewitching phoenix eyes looked directly down at the prostrate officials below. "Your father loves you and cherishes you; you must not disobey his wishes."

Mingruo didn't speak, only glancing at him before looking away.

Emperor Xuli didn't seem to mind. Seeing that the auspicious hour had arrived, Eunuch An flicked his whisk and announced in an extremely shrill voice, "Gentlemen, welcome Consort Ming—" Consort

Ming, he bestowed upon her the title of Consort Ming. The imperial surname of the Great An Dynasty, a taboo word avoided by all. Taken from the auspicious energy of Qiankun Xuanyuan, the five auspicious clouds parting, signifying the turn of fortune from adversity—this was enough to show the place she held in his heart. If the current Empress hadn't been blameless, her title today wouldn't have been Consort Ming.

Palace maids helped her into Panlong Palace, Emperor Xuli's bedchamber. It was traditionally only for concubines to attend to him, never for anyone to stay overnight. But from now on, she would live with him in Panlong Palace.

Mingruo was helped to sit on the edge of the bed, her head still bowed, the tassels on her phoenix crown motionless, as if the primordial chaos had ended at that moment. She could still vaguely see the expressions of the concubines and Empress sitting below her when her title was announced. He was truly so arrogant, using the rites for marrying an Empress to welcome her, and disregarding all propriety by carrying her to the dragon throne, treating the Empress and officials of rites as nothing. It was truly insane, wasn't it? But even insane couldn't compare to her own madness. After all, how many women in this world could marry their own father?

This was a crime.

Mingruo blinked her large eyes and refused the maid's request to eat first. She sat blankly on the edge of the bed, and the maids quickly withdrew, along with the old nanny and the head maid, all kneeling in farewell after performing the palace etiquette. Mingruo's heart pounded even harder. She couldn't tell if it was fear or despair; whatever was surging within her was definitely not a pleasant emotion.

She heard the maid's greeting at the door, and her purple eyes closed slightly. Emperor Xuli had arrived.

The first thing Mingruo saw was a pair of feet in black and gold dragon-embroidered soft boots, followed by a bright red dragon robe. Her chin was lifted, and she saw Emperor Xuli's face clearly.

He was truly handsome, even more handsome than Duanmu Yun. His exquisite eyebrows and eyes were practically a carbon copy of hers. But why hadn't anyone noticed? If someone had noticed, would it mean she still had a chance to escape? Was he truly so audacious as to take his own daughter as a concubine and keep her by his side without fear of being discovered, especially since this daughter bore a striking resemblance to him?

His cold, thin lips pressed against hers, his long, slender fingers gripping her chin with a slight pressure. Mingruo opened her cherry-red lips, painted with vibrant red rouge, offering no resistance. Emperor Xuli's lips and tongue were icy; in fact, his body temperature was always slightly lower than normal, for reasons unknown. "Ruo'er…" He stroked Mingruo's cheek, flicking his fingertip to wipe away a few drops of bright red rouge from her lips, erasing the rouge. "Ruo'er in her finest attire… truly beautiful."

Today, he was unlike his usual cold and wicked self. Perhaps it was Mingruo's imagination, but she felt that the man before her was like an ordinary man she had read about in books, fluttering with joy at the prospect of marrying his beloved.

She blinked, a little lost, but her small hands, as if possessed, clutched his clothes, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood—though this driftwood was not a remedy to save her, but rather a dark hand dragging her into hell, preventing her from ever being reborn. "Father... Father..." She wanted to say something, but knew how pale and powerless words were. If Emperor Xuli had listened to her advice, how could this scene have happened today?

"Ruo'er, call Father's name." Emperor Xuli kissed her small face, embraced her waist, and slowly laid her down on the soft bed. Panlong Palace was ablaze with red; the bedding, the bed, even the lampshades had been changed to a festive bright red. "Call me Xuanzhen."

He said. "I..." Mingruo's eyes were hazy, lying obediently beneath Emperor Xuli, her long eyelashes fluttering, and she finally called his name, her voice trembling. "Xuanzhen..."

"Good girl." With a flick of his sleeve, he took the two cups of nuptial wine from the table in his palm. Emperor Xuli helped Mingruo up and placed one of the cups in her hand.

Mingruo stared blankly at the carved wine cup. The day she married Duanmu Yun seemed like yesterday. All the past love and intimacy were so clear, but now she had to accept the nuptial wine from her father. Emperor Xuli did not drink it all and then return it to her like Duanmu Yun had, but made her accept it herself.

And once Mingruo accepted, she could never go back on her word.

Her little hand rose up, trembling in the air for a long time before finally taking it.

Thinking of Duanmu Yun, thinking of her mother, thinking of Granny Duan, all her weaknesses were controlled by her father. There was no way to escape, so she could only surrender. It was like a snake whose seven-inch mark was being held; no matter how much it struggled, the final result would be the same. Emperor

Xuli was satisfied and put her little hand around his arm. With Mingruo's trembling arm, he drank the nuptial wine. Then he pulled her down onto the bed, saying, "Sleep for a while. There's a banquet coming up, you need to be alert." With that, he removed her phoenix crown and wedding dress without any further movement, then wrapped Mingruo in the brocade quilt.

Mingruo, however, couldn't sleep. She stared at the gauze curtains above her head, feeling as if something bad was about to happen.

Chapter 72, Consort Ming (Part 2)

She always knew where the fear in her heart came from.

Mingruo put down her wine cup, using her long, flowing sleeves to conceal her trembling hands. She pretended not to see anything, abruptly turning her eyes away. Emperor Xuli seemed to notice her unease; his slender fingers immediately traced the shape of her hand hidden in his sleeve, a faint smile playing on his thin lips. "What's wrong?" "

Nothing." Mingruo involuntarily tried to pull her hand away, though Emperor Xuli's movements were extremely subtle, someone would still see them.

His ink-painted eyebrows slightly raised, Emperor Xuli leaned close to Mingruo's ear and whispered, "Are you afraid Duanmu Yun will expose you?"

"!" Mingruo immediately looked up at him, "Father—"

"Shh, don't call me Father." In front of all the officials and Consort Duanmu Yun, Emperor Xuli's gentle kiss slowly landed on Mingruo's forehead, unsurprisingly receiving a pair of angry glares. But he knew very well that the man wouldn't say another word. “Call me Xuanzhen.”

Her small hands trembled even more violently. Even without looking, Mingruo could feel the disbelief and anger in his eyes. She dared not look down; if she could die right now, it would be better than this agonizing feeling. Her beautiful purple eyes were glazed over, but before she could react, Emperor Xuli gently squeezed her small hand. Mingruo immediately snapped out of her daze, staring blankly at him: “I… I…” Yunlang, don’t look at me anymore, don’t look at me anymore… Please, don’t look at me anymore… Yunlang…” His

cool fingertips caressed her delicate pink cheeks, then slowly stroked to the corners of her beautiful eyes, wiping away the slightly damp tear stains. His voice was low yet full of threat: “Today is our wedding day. Father doesn’t like to see you cry.” Especially crying for another man.

“Ruo’er knows she was wrong.” Ming Ruo lowered her eyes, her small hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves, her long eyelashes fluttering wildly. Just as she was about to say something, a very familiar, tall and slender figure suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and knelt down, carrying a wine cup. But those dark eyes remained fixed on her small face: “Your Majesty, this humble general… this humble general has an unreasonable request.”

“Minister Duanmu, please speak.” Emperor Xuli looked leisurely at the pale-faced Duanmu Yun, flicking his finger with a wicked grin. He wasn’t worried at all about what Duanmu Yun would say; no one would believe him anyway, especially since he loved Ruo’er, so naturally he wouldn’t ruin her reputation. Besides, everyone knew that the Fourth Princess was plain-looking; how could she possibly change the world’s attitude overnight?

"This humble general...this humble general finds Consort Ming's face very familiar, she looks just like an old friend of mine, I don't know...I don't know..." He suddenly lowered his head, as if suppressing a sob. "May I ask for Your Highness's name?"

These words caused a stir among the audience. This was practically reckless; to put it more seriously, Duanmu Yun's actions could even be accused of disrespecting the emperor and flirting with a concubine! But surprisingly, the usually capricious Emperor Xuli showed no anger, instead looking at the new consort with a smile: "How about Consort Ming tells you herself?" He spoke casually, but his large hand had already encircled Mingruo's slender waist, gently squeezing it, forcing her to face the situation, yet forbidding her from showing any inappropriate emotion. (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, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

. "This humble general... I couldn't ask for more." Duanmu Yun responded softly, his eyes incredibly dark, as if veiled in mist.

Ming Ruo blinked, her purple eyes shimmering with tears, her pink lips trembling slightly as she stammered, "I... I..." A large hand tightened around her waist, and Emperor Xu Li's gentle voice reached her ears, "Ruo'er, your current status is not that of a commoner, you don't need to refer to yourself as 'I'."

"... This... This... This is called Zhuo Hua." As if she had used a lifetime of tears to utter these words, Ming Ruo immediately lowered her head after speaking, biting her lip tightly, afraid that if she let go, her heart would shatter.

"Zhuohua... What a beautiful name." Duanmu Yun raised his head and gazed intently at her. "The peach tree is in full bloom, its blossoms are dazzling. Consort Ming, Your Highness Consort Ming, truly deserves this name."

Mingruo blinked hard, trying to wipe away the tears clinging to her eyelashes, but to no avail. She didn't know what to say, nor what she could say. In the end, she could only look away, pretending to place her hand on the table to avoid those captivating black eyes.

"This humble general understands, this humble general..." He took a deep breath and turned away. "Farewell."

Her small hands under her sleeves clenched into fists. Mingruo opened her mouth, as if to call him back, but ultimately did not.

"Ruo'er is so clever. Father likes the name Zhuohua. From now on, Ruo'er can call herself Zhuohua to outsiders." Emperor Xuli smiled, his arm around her slender waist. "Ming Zhuohua." Zhuohua that belonged only to him, not Mingruo that had once belonged to someone else.

She hesitated, then nodded, her large eyes darting away to look at Duanmu Yun, who was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. It would break her heart so much she'd forget to breathe. Her heart pounded; Mingruo couldn't forget the joyful look in Duanmu Yun's eyes when he entered. He was overjoyed, believing he had found her, and for a moment, he'd forgotten all thought. But when he saw Emperor Xuli embrace her, his eyes were filled with astonishment, sorrow, and rage… She had never seen him so angry. He even impulsively wanted to question her, but ultimately, he didn't. Her Yunlang was still gentle, even after her betrayal. He still refused to question her because she had become the emperor's favored concubine, simply because that would tarnish her reputation.

If the whole world knew that Emperor Xuli had taken his own daughter as a concubine, then at most Emperor Xuli would be accused of disregarding morality and committing adultery with his own daughter, while she herself would be utterly disgraced, labeled a femme fatale, and ultimately lose not only her life but also her reputation—something Yunlang absolutely did not want to see.

However, she would rather he rush forward in a rage than see him leave in a daze.

When Mingruo finally composed herself and looked up, she discovered that Duanmu Yun had already left. A panic gripped her heart, and she frantically searched around, but couldn't find him anywhere. He… he went back?! She clutched her chest; it hurt so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Tired?" Emperor Xu Li wiped away the tears that were about to fall from her eyelashes, asking softly, and kissed her forehead. "If you're tired, go back to your palace to rest. Father will be back soon. Tonight is our wedding night, and Father has been looking forward to it for a long time." He patted her head and subtly touched her breasts. Ming Ruo was startled and tried to back away, but Emperor Xu Li held her waist firmly.

He gestured for Eunuch An to raise the palace lanterns to escort Ming Ruo back to the palace. Emperor Xu Li picked up his wine cup and took a sip, watching the beautiful woman's retreating figure. He felt that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in palace attire, especially when she was dressed up in her finest clothes, her beauty was breathtaking. This beautiful girl belonged to him, in blood and body, and ultimately, even her heart and soul. His

purple eyes lowered, and he looked at his face reflected in the clear wine, smiling slightly.

Chapter 73, No One Can Leave (Part 1)

Ming Ruo couldn't explain why, but she just knew. She dismissed all the palace maids and eunuchs, standing alone in the center of the vast palace. Dressed in a pink and white palace gown, she looked like a fairy. She should have been bathing and preparing herself, awaiting the emperor's favor, but she felt no such desire.

"Why has it come to this?" Mingruo sat down by the bed, her misty eyes staring blankly ahead, her hands twisting nervously in her sleeves. "Yunlang... you... you come out."

As soon as the words left her lips, a tall, slender figure emerged from behind the screen—it was Duanmu Yun, dressed in a dark blue robe. Mingruo stared at him, momentarily forgetting even to blink. Duanmu Yun didn't speak; he simply walked over slowly, his hand gently rising and caressing her cheek as he asked, "Don't cry."

Mingruo was startled to realize she had shed tears. She dared not look directly into Duanmu Yun's eyes, but she keenly sensed him sitting down beside her. A strong arm, just as it had always been when they were together, encircled her shoulder, and his voice remained as gentle as ever: "You've lost so much weight."

He made no mention of Emperor Xuli. Mingruo didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew that if anyone saw them sitting together like this, it would surely cause gossip, and in severe cases, it might even affect Duanmu Yun's future. So she pulled his hand away from her cheek, her voice trembling as she asked, "You... ...Why are you here?"

“My wife is missing. Shouldn’t a husband come looking for her?” Ignoring Mingruo’s refusal, Duanmu Yun touched her delicate face again, as if talking to himself, “Why? I was only gone for a little over a month. Why was my wife gone when I returned? And when I finally found her, she was someone else’s woman? Ruo’er, why is this happening?” He needed a reasonable explanation, otherwise he would go mad, he definitely would.

Mingruo shook her head, holding back her tears, “I wanted you to come and save me, but—”

“I don’t understand, why is this happening?” He suddenly grabbed her hands, his handsome face filled with disbelief. “Your Majesty, has Your Majesty gone mad? He forcibly took his wife, and even forgot that you are his own daughter?!” If the emperor wanted to be infamous for eternity, he could do it, but why drag his poor Ruo’er down with him?!

“He hasn’t forgotten. In fact, even I don’t know how things have come to this.” Mingruo bit her lower lip, her teeth sinking deep into her teeth. "What's more, what's more, I'm already... "

Before she could finish, Duanmu Yun understood her meaning. His long, slender hand clenched into a fist, and his dark eyes snapped shut, as if trying to conceal the rage and resentment about to burst forth. He had not only torn them apart as husband and wife, but he had even dared to rape his own flesh and blood! "Ruo'er, let's go, let's leave the palace now." His large hand grasped Mingruo's slender wrist, and Duanmu Yun tried to pull her away, but Mingruo shook him off. He was stunned: "Ruo'er?"

"I can't leave." Mingruo looked up at him, their gazes locked, so deep that it was almost impossible to tell whether the light in their eyes was light or tears. "Mother and Granny Duan are here, I can't leave."

Duanmu Yun slowly released her hand, standing tall and elegant. Such a towering man, yet he had broken his heroic back. "When will we be able to leave here?"

"I don't know." Mingruo looked away. "Maybe a year, maybe ten years, or maybe... a lifetime." She was born in this deep palace, and it seemed she was destined to die here as well.

"Ruo'er, you can't do it. He is your biological father. You can't stay by his side forever without going crazy." Duanmu Yun forcefully grabbed her shoulders and hugged her tightly. "You will go crazy, and I will go crazy too. If your mother-in-law and Granny Duan find out about this, if they know that you are forcing yourself to suffer like this for their sake, they will go crazy too! Ruo'er, come with me, okay? Let's find a place where no one knows us, cultivate wasteland, raise fish, grow vegetables, and live a good life together as husband and wife, okay?"

What a touching suggestion. Tears streamed down her face as Mingruo bit her lip hard. "What about Jiang Kingdom? I know they've already started plotting to invade our dynasty. Even if I go with you, you won't be at peace. We both have attachments. I worry about Mother and Granny, and you worry about the common people. Neither of us can leave." Her father wouldn't allow either of them to leave, especially not the two of them together.

"I don't care anymore! He stole my beloved away, why should I risk my life for him?!" Duanmu Yun hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her in his arms forever. "I don't care about the world or the people anymore. Let's leave here, okay? Before anyone finds out, let's leave forever, okay?"

Mingruo's pink lips trembled, her expression a mixture of expectation and fear that made Duanmu Yun's eyes sting. He wouldn't leave her here, even if they weren't husband and wife! Her blood relation with the emperor destined her to suffer for life, regardless of whether Emperor Xuli would release her or not! "My dear Ruo'er, come with me, shall we?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but heard a soft laugh: "That's probably not possible." Startled, Mingruo and Duanmu Yun simultaneously looked towards the palace entrance. There stood a tall, elegant figure, his bright yellow dragon robe billowing in the wind, making him appear ethereal, like a celestial being. But Mingruo and Duanmu Yun both knew that he wasn't a celestial being; no deity would harbor lustful thoughts towards their own daughter.

"Father...Father Emperor...?" Mingruo involuntarily clenched her fists. Duanmu Yun, holding her, naturally felt her body stiffen instantly. So what had the Emperor done to her before?! Before his campaign, she always acted like a delicate young girl whenever she saw the Emperor; she had never been so afraid before!

"Ruo'er." Emperor Xuli gently raised his beautiful eyebrows. "What should you call me?"

Mingruo opened her mouth, but the word "Xuan" lingered on her lips for a long time before she could utter it. She looked at Emperor Xuli, then at Duanmu Yun, unable to muster the courage to call her father by his name in front of him. He was her rightful husband, yet she was to call another man by his name in front of him—and this man was none other than her own father!

"Ruo'er?" Receiving no response, Emperor Xuli's voice deepened slightly, his bewitching purple eyes gazing at her thoughtfully.

Mingruo blinked, biting her lip, before hesitantly calling out, "Xuanzhen."

"Come here." He beckoned to her, gesturing for her to come to his side.

Duanmu Yun instinctively tightened his grip on Mingruo's hand, but she broke free and walked slowly towards Emperor Xuli with heavy steps.

"So good." Emperor Xuli chuckled, knowing that the little one understood the meaning in his eyes. This was the biggest reason he loved her; she was the only one in the world who knew him so well, who could understand his thoughts with just a glance, a gesture, or a tone of voice. "Has Minister Duanmu come to the wrong place, hmm?"

He was giving himself a way out, and Duanmu Yun knew it perfectly well. "No, Your Majesty knows why this humble general is here."

"Oh?" Emperor Xuli smiled knowingly. "I wish to hear the details."

Chapter 74, No One Can Leave (Part 2)

Duanmu Yun looked at him defiantly, her dark eyes as firm as Mount Tai: "There are only three of us here at the moment, why does Your Majesty need to beat around the bush and play word games with me? Ruo'er is my wife, Your Majesty should know this better than anyone else. You personally betrothed her to me, so why is this the case now?"

Emperor Xuli raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his beautiful fingers gently stroking Mingruo's fair cheek, casually pulling her into his arms as he answered: "What does Minister Duanmu want to ask?"

Even now he was still pretending, Duanmu Yun forcibly suppressed the anger and resentment in her heart, her dark eyes staring straight at Emperor Xuli, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of Mingruo's pale face. Behind his small face, a sudden pang of pain shot through his heart: "This humble general wishes to ask why, in just over a month, my wife has become the Emperor's Consort Mingfei?! Could it be that the Emperor has forgotten that Ruo'er is your own daughter?! Even if you have forgotten, and can shamelessly take her as a consort to keep by your side, you should still consider whether you can silence the gossip of the world!" Duanmu Yun dared not even think about the harm this matter would cause to his Ruo'er if it were to spread. This was also why he did not react when he first saw her in the main hall. Even though he had a thousand words he wanted to say to her, even though he had countless questions in his mind that he urgently wanted to get answers to, reason always prevailed. He knew better than anyone what things would be bad for her and what things would affect her.

"Only a handful of people in this world know she is my daughter—you, Consort Huai, and Granny Duan. If I wanted to keep Ruo'er's relationship with me a secret forever, it wouldn't be difficult. What do you think?" Emperor Xuli looked at Duanmu Yun with a smile, finding his naiveté incredibly amusing. "Duanmu Yun, you have the talent of a great general, yet you will never reach the pinnacle of power. Do you know why? Because you are too upright. Don't you understand the principle that excessive rigidity leads to breakage? You are only suited to be used by others, only suited to expanding territory and protecting the country. In the struggle between nations and between individuals, you are not even as good as a three-year-old child." Seeing Duanmu Yun's expression change drastically, his smile became even more inscrutable. "Am I wrong? You care about Ruo'er, yet you cannot abandon the common people. One must know when to bend to achieve one's desires."

Duanmu Yun took a deep breath. "This humble general does not understand Your Majesty's meaning. Tonight, I am here only to demand an explanation: why has my wife become Your Majesty's Consort Ming?!"

"It's simple, I've taken a liking to her." Emperor Xuli answered without hesitation.

"She's my wife!" Duanmu Yun clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, his body trembling violently with rage. Mingruo looked at him worriedly, but dared not show any expression with Emperor Xuli beside her. That would only harm Yunlang, not bring any benefit.

Emperor Xuli smiled faintly at him, his beautiful features ethereal, like a figure in a painting. "Unfortunately, not anymore."

"?????? She's your own daughter! You've done something so immoral! Heaven will never forgive you!"

Duanmu Yun took a step forward, trying to snatch Mingruo back into his arms, but Emperor Xuli simply turned away, dodging his attack. Duanmu Yun was taken aback: "You know martial arts?"

"A little, but naturally far inferior to a battle-hardened general." Long, slender fingers twirled the long strands of hair of the beautiful woman in his arms, Emperor Xuli's eyes filled with mockery as he looked at Duanmu Yun. "Why do you think Ruo'er disappeared from the heavily guarded General's Mansion? If it weren't for my intervention, do you really think the Jiang Kingdom assassins could have sneaked into the General's Mansion without alerting anyone?"

Upon hearing this, Ming Ruo's purple eyes widened in shock. It wasn't that she hadn't considered that the assassination attempt was something her father had anticipated, but she simply couldn't believe that it was her father who had leaked the information to the Jiang Kingdom!

"So the spies and assassins who infiltrated the army along the way, and the fact that the enemy knew our battle plans immediately every time, were all because of you?!" Duanmu Yun was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. Because of this, he had lost nearly ten thousand soldiers! What should have been a journey of less than a month had now taken almost two months. All of this was actually the work of the monarch of the Da'an Dynasty, whom he had risked his life for!

Lightly flicking his fingers, Emperor Xuli looked at him with satisfaction: "You guessed right."

"You! You! How can you face the dead soldiers and the people of the Da'an Dynasty!" Duanmu Yun suddenly swung out a palm, aiming straight for Emperor Xuli's face.

With a flick of his sleeve, Emperor Xuli easily dodged the attack. His slender fingers traced a meaningful line across the pale, delicate face. He glanced at Duanmu Yun with slightly pursed lips, gesturing for him to look at the little one in his arms.

Duanmu Yun felt a sharp pain in his heart and withdrew his hand, staring blankly at the familiar face, a sorrow he now found unfamiliar.

"Duanmu, my dear minister, this is a heinous crime! Should I imprison you for attempting to assassinate the emperor?" Emperor Xuli was extremely pleased that Duanmu Yun had acted as he had planned. This would increase his bargaining power, ensuring the little one would remain loyal to him, nestled in his arms, untouchable by anyone. What was Duanmu Yun? With a mere flick of his fingers, he was nothing but a pitiful wretch! "What does Ruo'er think?" he asked with a smile, looking at the trembling beauty in his arms.

He knew perfectly well what she would do next; he knew her as well as she knew him.

"Father—Xuanzhen, please don't—"

Mingruo was interrupted by Duanmu Yun's low growl before she could finish speaking: "Ruo'er is not allowed to beg him!" How could Duanmu Yun ask his wife to compromise and sell her chastity to save him! "A man stands tall and upright, his life and death are in the hands of fate, and no one can interfere!"

"Truly courageous, worthy of being my most admired minister." Emperor Xuli was not angry at all about his rudeness, because he would soon get his revenge on his daughter. "Ruo'er, I will give you one more chance."

"Ruo'er understands, Ruo'er will not go with him, please, Father, show mercy and spare Yun—spare General Duanmu, please!" Her small hand clung to Emperor Xuli's sleeve, Mingruo understood the meaning behind his words very well. It was either beg or die, only the one who would die was not her, but her Yun Lang. "Today is our joyous day. We shouldn't spoil Father's mood for him, should we? Ruo'er wishes to serve Father to bed. Please, Father, quickly send General Duanmu out of the palace, okay?"

"Good girl." He lowered his head to kiss her pink lips. Mingruo's body stiffened—it was one thing that her body had already been taken, but she absolutely did not want to be kissed like this by her father in front of Yunlang. It was more painful than death for her, and what kind of torture would it be for Yunlang?! To betray his wife to save himself—what a devastating blow to his pride and principles! A

murderous rage flashed in his dark eyes. Duanmu Yun stood rooted to the spot, his fists clenched. He wanted to rush forward, but Mingruo's hand waved behind him. She didn't want him to move; she didn't want him to die. She wanted him to live! But this would come at her own cost!

After the kiss ended, Emperor Xuli finally released Mingruo with satisfaction. He raised his phoenix eyes slightly and looked at Duanmu Yun: "Indeed, there has been another locust plague in Shandong recently. Since you, my dear Duanmu, have so much free time, why don't you go there and deliver the disaster relief funds for me? And while you're at it, as an imperial envoy, inspect the local government's performance." He looked down at Mingruo, "Is that alright?"

Mingruo slowly nodded.

"Guards!" Emperor Xuli glanced at Duanmu Yun slowly and said to the kneeling guards, "Escort General Duanmu out of the palace."

"Your subordinate obeys, General, please."

Duanmu Yun gritted his teeth, finally reluctant to leave Mingruo's pleading gaze. He stiffly turned around and mechanically followed the guards out, a tear falling to the ground.

Chapter 75, Playing in the Water (Part 1)

After Duanmu Yun left, the entire palace fell into a deathly silence. Mingruo nestled in Emperor Xuli's arms, her large eyes filled with fear. Her two fair hands were pressed flat against his chest, afraid to move or speak. She could only feel his heart beating strongly beneath her palms, but the speed... seemed a little too fast.

He was unhappy, Mingruo knew it.

Fortunately, Emperor Xuli didn't waste time with her. In just a moment, he led Mingruo toward the bed. Since it was a joyous occasion, the bright yellow bedding and white gauze curtains had been replaced with festive vermilion, and the entire Panlong Palace was covered with the character for "double happiness.

" His purple eyes glanced at her slightly. "Have you bathed yet?"

Mingruo slowly shook her head. "Not yet." "

Hmm, Ruo'er, can you give your father a reasonable explanation, such as why Duanmu Yun is here?" Despite his displeasure, Emperor Xuli still looked at Mingruo calmly, his handsome face slightly turned toward her, his thin lips curving into a tender smile, but his eyes were full of coldness.

Mingruo clenched her small hands into fists, trembled twice, took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and slowly said, "Father knows better than anyone else, doesn't he? Otherwise, why would he have allowed me to come down from the main hall?" He had merely set a trap for himself and Yunlang that they would both fall into. He knew that Yunlang would be resentful after seeing him and would try to find a way to see him. Rather than making a scene, he might as well go with the flow and give Yunlang a chance. That's why he allowed her to leave the banquet midway, all to corner Yunlang, force her to submit, and then use every means to deal with him!

"Ruo'er, your father doesn't like the way you speak." Raising an eyebrow, Emperor Xu Li slowly stroked Ming Ruo's chin, a slight smile playing on his lips. "There are some things you can't say even if you know them, do you understand, hmm?" Saying so wouldn't bring trouble upon herself, but someone else would suffer for her. He couldn't bear to be rough with her, but there were plenty of scapegoats.

"Ruo'er knows she was wrong." Ming Ruo obediently nestled into Emperor Xu Li's arms, her large, watery eyes blinking rapidly. "Please forgive me, Father."

"Of course, your father wouldn't punish you; you know that best." Emperor Xu Li lifted her chin, a faint smile playing on his thin lips. He leaned in, his nimble tongue instantly parting Ming Ruo's lips, slowly exploring inside, gently sucking on her soft, fragrant tongue. "A wedding isn't complete without a bath and purification. Since Ruo'er hasn't bathed yet, she can accompany Father."

Upon hearing this, Mingruo's eyes widened in disbelief. Even after a year of marriage to Yunlang, she had never been so intimate with him. Now, Father wanted her to bathe and purify herself with him?! Her face paled with shock, and she hurriedly tried to step out of Emperor Xuli's embrace to reconsider. However, Emperor Xuli seemed to read her mind, his large hand already waiting for her behind her waist. Mingruo only retreated about two inches before he pulled her back. Not only that, he bit her lip and teased, "What, Ruo'er, trying to escape?"

Even if she did, she dared not admit it. "I dare not, Ruo'er."

"Since you dare not, then accompany Father, and while you're at it, consider Duanmu Yun's disaster relief efforts in Shandong, how about that?" He smiled at her, completely unconcerned by the bitter look on Ming Ruo's face. His slender fingers gently caressed her cheek, where a faint layer of rouge still clung, making her face even more beautiful.

Ming Ruo dared not say anything more. She neither nodded nor shook her head, because Emperor Xu Li didn't need her answer. He had already decided what to do next for her; her agreement was irrelevant. In short, she had to follow his wishes and ignore her own true thoughts.

He said disaster relief… Who could guarantee that he wouldn't use the locust plague in Shandong to trap

Duanmu him? If even the most important army in a conflict between two nations could be sacrificed for personal gain, who could be sure he wouldn't sacrifice ordinary people?

Emperor Xu Li was an exceptionally wise emperor, but definitely not one who loved his people dearly.

This empire was his private property; everything had to go according to his will, and no one had the right to say "no." He possessed the power to look down upon the world, and even more so, the ability to use it all as pawns and playthings. He disregarded all rules and morals. Mingruo didn't even know why someone like Emperor Xuli had ever been born. One such person was already terrifying; if there were several more like him, who knew what chaos the world would descend into!

He summoned a palace maid to drain the half-cold water. The weather wasn't extremely cold, but it certainly wasn't mild. He himself wasn't afraid of the cold, but his delicate little thing was incredibly fragile; if she wasn't properly cared for, she might catch a cold.

The water in the pool was quickly replaced, and after paying their respects, the palace maids tactfully withdrew. No one dared to stay by his side as usual. Anyone with eyes could see that the Emperor's mood today was significantly more pleasant than usual. And indeed, what man wouldn't be happy after obtaining such a beauty?

Emperor Xuli released Mingruo from his embrace, took her small hand, and led her behind the screen. Steam rose from the pool, and colorful flower petals floated on the surface, a rich floral fragrance wafting towards them. He glanced at Mingruo, a smile playing on his lips: "These palace maids are quite thoughtful."

Mingruo managed a forced smile, more like a grimace, unaware of the source of the white datura fragrance emanating from Emperor Xuli. He never wore sachets, and even when bathing, he used only water, yet the fragrance permeated every corner of the Panlong Palace, so intense it was nauseating.

His phoenix eyes narrowed, Emperor Xuli released Mingruo's hand, stretched out his arms, and gestured for her to undress him. Mingruo understood his meaning, her pink lips trembling slightly, but she finally stepped forward, her small, trembling hands reaching for Emperor Xuli's waist, and slowly untying his belt.

The dragon robe fell to the ground, revealing a snow-white undergarment beneath—regardless of the season, Emperor Xuli always wore unusually thin clothing, seemingly oblivious to heat or cold.

Mingruo's slender, pale hands touched the buttons of the undergarment, struggling to unbutton them one by one, unsure of what she was doing. She clearly didn't want to, she clearly wanted to resist, yet the scene before her left her bewildered.

Submission—what an unbearable and humiliating word.

After removing Emperor Xuli's undergarment, he was left only with a barely covering undergarment and trousers.

Chapter 76, Playing in the Water (Part 2)

This time, Emperor Xu Li didn't make things difficult for Ming Ruo. He simply waved his hand, and her remaining clothes fell to the ground. Ming Ruo picked them up and draped them over the screen. Then, she stood stiffly by the pool, her purple eyes anxiously watching Emperor Xu Li as he stepped into the water, revealing only his strong upper body. His hands rested on the edge of the pool, and flower petals surrounded him, completely concealing everything underwater.

Ming Ruo took a breath, glanced at Emperor Xu Li with his back to her, and lightly moved her lotus feet, trying to see if she could escape. But as soon as she took her first step, Emperor Xu Li's cold voice came from behind her, as if he had eyes in the back of his head: "Where is Ruo'er going?"

"I...I...I just wanted to get some clean clothes." She was so nervous that she almost stammered.

"Oh?" Emperor Xuli leaned against the edge of the pool, his long fingers tapping the marble floor absently. "There's a clean blanket; you don't need to get it."

"Yes, sir."

"Come here."

Mingruo was startled and quickly tried to find an excuse: "But I—"

"Ruo'er." Emperor Xuli's voice deepened. Mingruo bit her lip but obediently walked over. Each step felt like walking on needles, so painful that tears welled up in her eyes.

His long fingers were stained with a few water droplets. Emperor Xuli looked up at the beautiful woman standing beside him. She was very reserved and very afraid, her delicate face showing obvious fear and unease. His purple eyes narrowed slightly, and Emperor Xuli gave a soft hum, saying, "Squat down."

Mingruo was stunned at first, then obediently squatted down. Even so, she was still much taller than Emperor Xuli sitting in the pool. If Emperor Xuli's eyes were sharp, he could probably see a glimpse of her fair skin beneath her palace attire. "Lean forward a little more." He finished speaking, and Mingruo obediently complied, her small face veiled in bewilderment. She leaned forward obediently, her small hands slightly clenched into fists at her sides. To avoid falling into the water, Mingruo lifted her skirt, changing from a squatting to a kneeling position, then gripped the wet pool bank with both hands, her delicate body leaning forward.

The glimpse of her snow-white breasts that had just been exposed was now fully visible to Emperor Xuli. He could even clearly see the dragon and phoenix embroidered on her vermilion bodice, a design he loved. Mingruo's forward lean also allowed him to see the two delicate mounds, with a shallow cleavage clearly visible between them. Her unique fragrance slowly wafted into his nostrils, mingling with his chest, transforming into an unknown emotion that filled his heart.

"Father...?" Ming Ruo was very uneasy. Looking at Emperor Xu Li's thoughtful gaze, she didn't know what he was looking at or what he wanted to do. She only felt so nervous that she could hardly breathe, and she murmured her name to Emperor Xu Li, her beautiful watery eyes filled with confusion. "Ruo'er is tired...?" Her knees hurt from kneeling.

With a splash, a strong, bare arm, still dripping with water, rose from the water and hooked around Mingruo's round chin. Xu Lidi carefully examined Mingruo's face. She wasn't particularly plump, nor particularly thin, but possessed a perfect, pitiful beauty. Her small face, though pointed, had an exquisite feel to it; her delicate cheeks were as soft as cotton.

"Lower your head," he requested in a hoarse voice. Mingruo hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered her head. Her forehead ribbon drooped, the tip adorned with a pearly white dot on her forehead painted with crimson peach blossoms, making her look like a little fairy who had secretly escaped from a peach blossom grove.

With incredibly slow movements, his cold, thin lips captured Mingruo's trembling lips. Xu Lidi's wet fingers slipped into her high-bun hairstyle, and with a gentle movement, her long, jet-black hair cascaded down, instantly covering the ground. A few strands even dipped into the pool water, floating softly, occasionally clinging to Xu Lidi's chest. His long,

slender fingers stroked Mingruo's small head as Xu Lidi gazed at her silently, his deep purple eyes seeming to hold a thousand words yet unsure where to begin. Mingruo stared back at him blankly, her long eyelashes fluttering. Their lips met, but there was no further movement, a quiet, tender intimacy like that of lovers entwined in passion. After

an unknown amount of time, Xu Lidi chuckled softly, releasing her head and gently scolding, "Little thing."

Mingruo's face flushed instantly. She knelt awkwardly on the ground, her long, black hair spreading out, highlighting her rosy cheeks and breathtaking beauty. Her purple, watery eyes blinked back and forth, unable to look directly at Emperor Xu Li's face. If her beauty could bewitch Emperor Xu Li, how could his beauty not bewitch her? This wasn't about liking or disliking; people always harbor various thoughts about beautiful things.

That soft "little thing" sounded completely unlike the voice of Emperor Xu Li who had done those terrible things to her before. Ming Ruo even had a strange feeling, as if she were her father's most cherished treasure. He just didn't know how to express it, but that "little thing," spoken by him, sounded so natural and elegant, full of tenderness and affection.

Although she couldn't accept the relationship between them, Emperor Xu Li was still the father she respected and admired most, and that would never change.

Emperor Xu Li rarely showed a slightly warm smile. He stroked the small face in his palm, and with a flick of his wrist, a slit appeared in the collar of her palace dress, revealing an alluring bright red undergarment. Mingruo gasped softly, quickly reaching out to cover herself, but stiffened under Emperor Xuli's gaze and lowered her hand. Her bright purple eyes met his gaze without fear, daring not to offer the slightest resistance.

He then praised her, "Good girl." His fingertips untied her belt, and Mingruo's palace dress fell to the ground with a thud, drawing a circle around her, making her look incredibly petite.

"Father...?" Just as Emperor Xuli was about to untie the belt of her bodice, Mingruo couldn't suppress her fear. Her small hand trembled as she grasped Emperor Xuli's wrist. Her pink lips were still slightly swollen from his kiss, but she was rejecting him.

Raising his eyebrows, Emperor Xuli looked at the delicate girl kneeling before him. Her cherry lips were swollen, her skin was snow-white, her face was beautiful, and her voice was sweet. Her beautiful purple eyes, so similar to his own, were looking at him pleadingly, her pitiful appearance like a fluffy little rabbit. “Then untie it yourself.”

Mingruo blushed with embarrassment. She glanced nervously at Emperor Xuli, her small hand instinctively covering her chest, remaining motionless for a long time.

“Ruo’er?”

A slender, pale hand slowly reached behind her neck, untying the bow-knotted ribbon. The movement was slow, but Emperor Xuli showed no displeasure. To him, this sight of a beautiful woman undressing was worth spending more time admiring.

But Mingruo quickly stopped moving. She hesitantly gripped the ribbon behind her neck, daring not to let go. Emperor Xuli’s eyes darkened for a moment, then with lightning speed, he touched her sensitive waist. Mingruo immediately reflexively reached out to cover herself, and her bodice fell down, instantly exposing her jade-like upper body to Emperor Xuli’s eyes.

Chapter 77, Playing in the Water (Part 2)

Seeing the slightly teasing smile on Xu Lidi's face, Mingruo felt both ashamed and angry. Her wrists were instantly grabbed by Xu Lidi, and she was pulled up, their bare chests pressed tightly together. Mingruo didn't know what to do and could only struggle desperately. But no matter how much she struggled, Xu Lidi held her tightly. Finally, whether it was her own carelessness or Xu Lidi's intention, Mingruo felt her body suddenly lose control, as if her knees had hit water, and she plunged headlong into the pool.

With a loud "splash," if Xu Lidi hadn't caught her quickly, she might have swallowed a bellyful of water. Still shaken, Mingruo lay in Xu Lidi's arms, her lower garment soaked and clinging tightly to her body, perfectly highlighting her slender curves. Emperor Xu Li chuckled and asked, "So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"

Ming Ruo's face flushed red, and she struggled to get up, but Emperor Xu Li held her waist in his palm, exposing her entire alabaster-white body to his gaze. She wanted to sink into the water but couldn't, and wanted to get ashore but couldn't. In the end, she could only try her best to gather her loose black hair forward, trying to barely cover some of her exposed skin. Suddenly

, his large hand exerted force, and Ming Ruo cried out in surprise, involuntarily falling into Emperor Xu Li's arms. Her delicate, full breasts pressed against his strong chest, giving her an extremely strange feeling. "Father...?"

"What you just called me, call me now." He hooked his fingers under her chin, deliberately avoiding looking at the faintly visible skin, and instead focusing his attention on Ming Ruo's face. He saw that her face turned even redder, and she hesitated for a long time before she could utter her own name. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his thin lips curled into a smirk: "Ruo'er?"

"??? ??? I ??? ???" Mingruo stammered for a long time before hesitantly calling out, "Xuanzhen ??? ???"

"So good." He kissed her approvingly, took one of her small hands and placed it on his chest, while his other hand released Mingruo's waist and, without her noticing, subtly untied her silk skirt underwater. In just a moment, the light, flowing skirt formed a beautiful flower on the water's surface, the pink and white gauze swaying back and forth with the ripples, possessing an indescribable beauty. "Do you know what to do?"

Hearing this, Mingruo was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips, trying hard to resist the urge to pull her hand back. She then used her other hand to scoop up a handful of bathwater, her movements incredibly stiff as she washed Emperor Xuli's body. She showed absolutely no gentleness, as if she were washing a vase, splashing water, splashing water, and splashing water again.

Emperor Xuli didn't say anything, just letting her wash like that, his purple eyes slightly closed, seemingly quite comfortable. After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he opened his eyes and saw Mingruo still biting her lip, splashing water on him. Her awkward actions were like those of a child, which softened his heart.

Her little hands trembled violently, and Mingruo carefully avoided direct contact with Emperor Xuli's skin with each handful of water she scooped up. She bit her lip, hoping this torment would end soon. But things didn't go as she expected. Emperor Xuli quickly expressed his dissatisfaction with her perfunctory actions. He tightened his grip on her waist, and the water she had just scooped up suddenly fell back into the pool. Mingruo gasped as her underwater body was pulled onto Emperor Xuli's lap, their private parts touching. The hairy texture prickled Mingruo, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

"Is this how you rub your husband's back?" Emperor Xu Li chuckled, looking at Ming Ruo's embarrassed face. He pinched her slender waist, and her sensitive waist couldn't take it. Ming Ruo let out a soft groan and fell into his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around Emperor Xu Li's neck.

Husband???

Ming Ruo tried her best to pretend she hadn't heard him, but that didn't mean Emperor Xu Li was willing to let her fool him like that. With a wave of his hand, he changed Ming Ruo's position, making her sit sideways on his lap. Then, he supported her upper body with one arm, his eyes fixed on her pink breasts hidden by her dark hair.

Hmm, was it just his imagination? Why did those two pink peaches seem bigger every time he saw them?

The strange sensation in her private area disappeared, and Mingruo breathed a sigh of relief. She secretly and subtly piled the petals around her chest, trying to cover herself as much as possible.

Xu Lidi raised a brow; how could he not see what she was thinking? But he didn't stop her, instead leisurely watching her play with a futile effort, like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. Only when he felt he had let her have her way did he ask, "Come, call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

Mingruo was startled; her small hands, which had been fiddling with the petals, suddenly stopped, and she stiffened, unsure how to respond to Xu Lidi's request.

Seeing her motionless, Xu Lidi smiled even more warmly, his slender fingers caressing Mingruo's delicate shoulder, wiping away a troublesome drop of water: "What, you don't want to?"

Mingruo still didn't speak.

"Duanmu Yun's journey to Shandong will take several days. I've heard that bandits roam freely there, and plague is rampant; almost no one has escaped unscathed. However, a few days ago, the imperial physicians discovered a cure—" Emperor Xu Li stopped there, his handsome face bearing a faint smile as he looked at Ming Ruo—though the smile in his eyes was barely perceptible.

"Husband." Even Ming Ruo herself couldn't believe that one day she would call her father such a title. She pursed her lips, tears welling in her eyes. Emperor Xu Li had grasped all her weaknesses, leaving her utterly defenseless.

Yet, despite Ming Ruo's intelligence, she failed to grasp a clear truth: the more obedient she was to Duanmu Yun, the more furious and jealous he became, wishing he could tear Duanmu Yun to pieces. If she had been indifferent or unconcerned, he might have spared Duanmu Yun. Ming Ruo's compromise only pushed Duanmu Yun further down the path of destruction.

Even with his mind racing, the word "husband" instantly brought Emperor Xuli to his delight. He nimbly turned Mingruo in the water, pinning her against the edge, his hands around her waist, lifting her to his level. He then carefully observed the emotions in her eyes. Mingruo concealed her feelings quickly, showing nothing but unease and fear. But Emperor Xuli was not so easily fooled. He didn't speak, only slightly curving his lips into a smile, a faint smile that sent shivers down one's spine. "Ruo'er truly knows how to read the situation. I like that." My husband

... ??? Mingruo's eyes were somewhat unfocused. Long, long ago, she had heard someone else say the same thing to her. In less than two months, everything had changed.

"Ruo'er is daydreaming again. What are you thinking about this time, Duanmu Yun?" Emperor Xuli asked casually, seemingly unconcerned about her answer. But Mingruo, regaining her senses, clearly felt that if she couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, she wouldn't be able to escape unscathed tonight!

Chapter 78, The Husband's Name Rises (Part 1)

"Ruo'er wouldn't dare." Mingruo wisely lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

Seeing her lowered head and anxious appearance, Emperor Xuli raised his eyebrows, his eyes deep and unfathomable. He withdrew one hand and put Mingruo back into the pool, bending his knees to prevent her from slipping. Then he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. Her

tightly closed mouth was suddenly invaded. Mingruo was initially at a loss, but then she couldn't suppress the urge to resist. If reason hadn't stopped her in time, she might have displeased Emperor Xuli again. Her fair hands climbed onto his bare shoulders. Even though she already knew Emperor Xuli was skilled in martial arts, Mingruo still couldn't believe that the body hidden beneath his dragon robe was so lean and strong, every muscle perfectly proportioned. His extremely fair skin added an extra touch of allure to his already strong masculinity.

Her small tongue was teased and sucked, forcing Mingruo to open her mouth wide. She braced herself against Emperor Xuli's shoulders to prevent herself from slipping into the water. Her pink buttocks, sitting on his lap, swayed involuntarily due to the water's flow. Her mouth was enveloped by Emperor Xuli, her lips swollen and red, as if painted with rouge.

Emperor Xuli held Mingruo's tongue in his mouth, sucking and teasing it. Whether it was his imagination or reality, he felt that this woman in his arms was more captivating than the common beauties of the harem, as if she and he were originally one, and now he was simply reclaiming another part of himself. Thinking of this, Emperor Xu Li couldn't help but feel even more regretful, regretting why he hadn't noticed such a lovely girl by his side for seventeen years! His thick, long tongue licked over her neat, smooth teeth, and his large hands restlessly climbed onto Ming Ruo's shoulders, teasing her smooth breasts that were slightly exposed above the water.

"Mmm...mmm..." With her mouth covered, Ming Ruo could only make muffled moans. She vaguely sensed unease in her body. Even though she didn't want to, even though she knew it was wrong, immoral, and would be ridiculed by the world, she couldn't stop her body from reacting to Emperor Xu Li. "Father...?"

"Come, wrap your legs around Father's waist." Emperor Xu Li's rough voice demanded, his thin lips only inches away from hers. As soon as Ming Ruo spoke, their lips would intertwine again.

She hesitated only for a moment, then tremblingly took his shoulders, her slender white legs creating beautiful ripples in the water, and then timidly wrapped around Emperor Xu Li's waist. Upon first contact with that desire, thick and scalding even in the water, Mingruo let out a muffled groan, feeling an unpleasant pressure between her legs. She tried to turn away, but Xu Lidi grabbed her. "Where are you going, Ruo'er?"

Unable to escape, Mingruo could only obediently wrap herself around Xu Lidi's waist. This position brought their faces extremely close; she could even see her own reflection in Xu Lidi's eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her starry eyes were hazy, and her fair skin was tinged with a faint pink. Her wet, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, intertwined with Xu Lidi's, making it impossible to distinguish which parts were hers and which were his.

In his arms, she felt like a woman, not a daughter.

“Look, even the heavens believe you’re mine.” Xu Li Di chuckled, shaking his head as their intertwined hair cascaded down to their chests. He then leaned in and kissed the knotted hair, cupping Ming Ruo’s face in his hands to bring her closer. “This is the second time already. Heaven is on my side.” Wasn’t she meant to be his woman? They were so compatible, so deeply understanding of each other; they were practically another version of themselves. How could this not be a gift from heaven?

“The second time?” Ming Ruo looked confused, not understanding what “the second time” meant.

Xu Li Di didn’t explain, only chuckled deeply, and instructed, “Hold on tight.” He then changed from a sitting position in the water to a standing one, his slender body emerging from the surface with a “whoosh.” Ming Ruo screamed, quickly tightening her grip on his waist and clinging to his neck, afraid to let go, lest she fall in. The water wasn’t deep, but falling in from that position would definitely be painful.

With a smile on his handsome face, Emperor Xu Li gazed at Ming Ruo, who clung to him like a little rabbit. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before moving down to her two pink breasts, barely visible through her hair, with a delicate cherry blossom at the tip peeking through the gaps. Ming Ruo didn't know what he was looking at; her face flushed red under his gaze. She wanted to look away but dared not, wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only stiffly stay in his arms, letting Emperor Xu Li examine her from head to toe.

Finally, he had his fill of looking, but then he came up with a new idea. He grabbed Ming Ruo's waist with his large hand and easily pulled her off him. Then, he placed one hand on her chest and used the other to turn her around, returning her to her previous sitting position, still letting her sit on his lap, only this time with her back against his chest.

Her chest ached from being kneaded, and Mingruo's eyes were glazed as she let out pointless gasps with her small mouth open. This time, Emperor Xuli did not pinch her as hard as before, but gently held one of her tender breasts with the ripples of water, pinching and kneading it slowly, unlike the previous times when he was so rough.

"Ah... Father... " Mingruo's beautiful purple eyes deepened, and she couldn't help but reach out to cover the long, slender hand on her chest, stopping him from teasing her sensitive nipples with his fingertips.

"Hmm?" Emperor Xuli responded, his fingers stopping obediently, but the hand on Mingruo's waist moved down to separate her legs, making her sit between his lap instead of on her knees, his thick desire rubbing against her pink buttocks.

Startled by the friction of that columnar object, Mingruo was first startled, then immediately tried to escape reflexively, but Emperor Xuli seemed to have known what she was going to do. His fingers on her chest grasped her tender breasts and gently kneaded them, and Mingruo immediately felt as if she had no bones, leaning limply into his arms. "Father, don't... " "

Tonight is our wedding night, has Ruo'er forgotten?" Emperor Xuli ignored what she was muttering and continued to tease her delicate vulva underwater. “The character ‘夫’ (husband) has the top protruding from the sky. Whatever I want to do, you have to do too. For example, like this—” The underwater fingers had somehow parted the two closed petals. Xu Li Di suddenly thrust forward and half of his head entered. Ming Ruo felt something thick and strong suddenly sink into her body. She cried out and fell forward. If Xu Li Di hadn’t grabbed her shoulder quickly, she probably would have fallen into the water.

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