The Romantic Adventures of Huanzhu (25-27)

Chapter 116 Carriage Romance (Part 3)

Ertai naturally knew that Qing'er wanted him to put her down, but Ertai, who was currently enjoying himself immensely, was unwilling to comply. Seeing Qing'er unable to speak, her cheeks flushed, and her red lips trembling slightly, looking delicate and alluring, he couldn't help but feel extremely fond of her. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss Qing'er's thin, fragrant lips with his thick lips...

Qing'er's lips were very thin, soft, and smooth, and kissing them had a warm and smooth feeling that made Ertai very intoxicated. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide and greedily suck on them.

Because he had already been aroused by Qing'er, Ertai's body was extremely hot, and the breath he exhaled was also very hot. When he breathed on Qing'er's fragrant lips, it made her feel hot and itchy, almost making her heart melt.

"It's so hot... Ertai... he actually stole my first kiss, which I've cherished for seventeen or eighteen years..."

Qing'er's heart pounded like a deer's, a captivating blush rising on her fair face. Shyly, she felt Ertai becoming increasingly 'unrestrained,' his large mouth completely enveloping her cherry lips, his soft tongue restlessly licking them, trying to pry them open.

"No... ah..."

The hot sensation on her lips made Qing'er involuntarily moan softly. The tingling sensation transformed into electric currents, surging through her body, making her fragrant body go limp.

Shyly, she leaned her delicate body against Ertai, burying her head deep in his chest. Her hot, slightly disordered breaths pierced through his shirt and sprayed onto his young, strong chest, further captivating and driving Ertai wild. He kissed Qing'er's lips passionately, his tongue taut, trying to forcefully pry open her lips.

"Ertai...no...don't...ah...um..."

Qing'er was also somewhat confused and infatuated by Ertai's frenzied actions. The surging current of pleasure in her body seemed to be melting her bones. Because Ertai tightly enveloped her cherry-like mouth, preventing the surging desire in her body from being released, she inexplicably opened her mouth, allowing Ertai's tongue to slide into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Qing'er's mouth was tightly enveloped by Ertai's, her tongue awkwardly entwined with his nimble tongue. Experiencing the pleasure of a sweet kiss for the first time, Qing'er couldn't help but half-close her eyes, her arms weakly encircling Ertai's neck, soft moans escaping her lips.

Because her small mouth was enveloped by Ertai's large mouth, the hot, orchid-like fragrance emanating from her mouth was all sprayed into Ertai's mouth. Those wisps of orchid fragrance swirled in Ertai's mouth, suddenly rushing to his mind, stimulating him so much that he couldn't help but shudder, kissing her even more frantically.

Qing'er, after all, was kissing a boy for the first time, her movements somewhat clumsy and shy. She only knew that her tongue was being kissed, sucked, teased, and hooked by Ertai, giving her a tingling, itchy feeling, which was quite novel and fascinating. As for how to respond to Ertai, Qing'er had no idea.

She leaned her body against Ertai, her mouth enveloped and sucked by him. Gradually, under Ertai's guidance, Qing'er experienced the wonder of kissing, which was to melt her soul and blood into this deep kiss, to pursue the deepest love where you are in me and I am in you in the midst of breathlessness and lack of oxygen!

Gradually, under Ertai's guidance and instruction, Qing'er also grasped the art of kissing. Although not proficient, she could still coordinate with Ertai's actions. Later, after several deep kisses, Qing'er actually began to enjoy the feeling. In addition, Ertai would look at Qing'er with a mischievous smile after each deep kiss, which made Qing'er, who was experiencing kissing a man and a woman for the first time, even more shy. She took the initiative to hug Ertai's head and kiss his lips to hide her inner turmoil.

Qing'er's initiative to kiss Ertai out of curiosity and shyness also deeply stimulated Ertai's desire. He gradually became dissatisfied with just kissing, and taking advantage of Qing'er's deep embrace and inability to spare any attention, he slowly moved his large hand to the top of her high, firm breasts and began to unbutton her collar.

At first, Qing'er was immersed in her deep kiss with Ertai and didn't notice his lecherous hands. But when Ertai unbuttoned her collar, Qing'er felt a cool sensation on her chest and was suddenly startled. She released Ertai's mouth and looked at her chest, immediately feeling shy.

Ertai had completely unbuttoned her top, revealing a long stretch of white, smooth skin from her neck down to her chest, exposing a light purple embroidered bodice. Her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her disordered breathing, pushing the tight bodice up into two large bulges, as if they were about to burst out. The deep, alluring cleavage between her breasts made Ertai unable to look away!

So beautiful, so fragrant! Ertai brought his cheek close to Qing'er's breasts, greedily inhaling the fragrance, praising her in his heart. He then intended to completely loosen the restraints on Qing'er's top, but Qing'er's small hand grasped his, stopping him.

Seeing Qing'er's firm resistance, Ertai chuckled and immediately shifted his focus, embracing Qing'er tightly again and kissing her delicate lips once more.

This kiss was deeper, hotter, and more intense than before, quickly intoxicating Qing'er, who wholeheartedly immersed herself in the deep kiss with Ertai. Her small hands, which had been tightly gripping the collar of her shirt, involuntarily loosened, and she then embraced Ertai back, gently stroking his back.

Ertai held Qing'er tightly, and Qing'er embraced Ertai tightly, their bodies pressed together without reservation. Qing'er's firm, soft breasts pressed heavily against Ertai's chest, a pleasure indescribable. Ertai could not control the passion and impulse flowing freely within him, and freed one hand to grab Qing'er's breasts.

The touch of his hands was irreplaceable by any other part of his body. Even through the restraints, Ertai could still feel the unique softness and smoothness of Qing'er's breasts. They were so firm, so full, so irresistible. They fit perfectly in his hand, feeling so substantial.

Feeling her breasts, which had never been touched by a man before, being held and caressed by Ertai's large hands, Qing'er was instantly filled with shyness. She quickly pulled her tongue out of Ertai's mouth and gasped softly, "Ertai, don't... don't touch... you'll get your clothes dirty and wrinkled..."

Hearing Qing'er's words, Ertai grinned and said, "Okay, Qing'er, I'll just put my hand inside and it'll be fine, hehe."

After saying that, Ertai chuckled and started to unbutton Qing'er's top. As mentioned before, several buttons on Qing'er's top were already undone. Ertai unbuttoned another one, and her entire plump, tender breasts were exposed before Ertai's eyes, of course, through her bodice.

However, Qing'er's bodice was made of light purple silk, semi-transparent, with fine holes for ventilation. After their bodies had been rubbing together, the bodice's ties had loosened, revealing most of Qing'er's fair, delicate breasts to Ertai. They were incredibly white and sexy, with two alluring, pink nipples, half-hidden and erect, making him want to bite them. Ertai felt his penis about to burst.

He couldn't help but reach for Qing'er's smooth, silky neck, searching for the bodice's ties. Unfortunately, after searching for a while, he couldn't find the thin strap. Generally, the most crucial tie on a woman's bodice is usually tied behind the neck.

Perhaps swept away by Ertai's caresses, Qing'er uttered words she never dreamed she would say, her voice filled with shy sweetness, "Ertai, on...on my back."

She immediately regretted it, feeling a pang of frivolity. A blush quickly rose to her cheek, and she buried her face in Ertai's chest, blushing deeply.

Ertai quickly kissed Qing'er on the cheek, smiling as he said, "Qing'er, you're so good."

Then he bent down, burying his head deep between her soft, warm, jade-like breasts, kissing them repeatedly like a pig rooting for cabbage. His large hand reached down to Qing'er's smooth, delicate back, untying the straps of her bodice.

Her two fair, full breasts, suddenly freed, leaped out, swaying and hitting Ertai's face with the swaying of the carriage. They were soft, smooth, and delicate. Ertai was intoxicated, catching the swaying breast with one hand, gently caressing it, while using his mouth to bite down on the other, his tongue frantically moving left and right, up and down, back and forth, teasing the nipple.

Qing'er was completely lost in passion, involuntarily holding Ertai's head tightly with both hands. One smooth little hand rubbed Ertai's face, while the other hand lovingly stroked Ertai's ear and earlobe with its index and middle fingers.

"Ah... Ertai... no... stop licking... it's so itchy... so embarrassing..."

Qing'er, intoxicated, slumped like a limp rag, leaning against Ertai, her alluring red lips parting and releasing intoxicated moans. Lost in the strange pleasure, she didn't notice that Ertai had completely unbuttoned her top, pushing her bodice against her fair neck, revealing her two white, full breasts to the lecherous Ertai.

What a startlingly bouncy, fair, and delicate sight!

Men are insatiable creatures; once one step is taken, another is desired, and Ertai was no exception. After caressing and kneading Qing'er's breasts for a while, Ertai's hand moved towards her lower body. He reached down to the hem of her skirt, pulling it up. Qing'er, experiencing male caresses for the first time, was completely captivated by Ertai's kisses and touches, utterly unaware of his further actions.

It wasn't until Ertai lifted the front of her skirt to her waist that she felt a chill on her exposed legs, realizing the danger and trying to cover them by pulling the skirt down. But it was too late; Ertai had already seen everything.

Qing'er's legs were long and sexy, both shapely and full, making Ertai utterly captivated. Some people like to look at a beautiful face, some at breasts, some at legs, some at vulva, some at feet, but Ertai liked them all!

His gaze slowly traveled up Qing'er's legs, landing on her deep, alluring vulva, her semi-transparent, sapphire-blue silk panties, and a damp patch in the center, a wisp of dark, delicate pubic hair clinging wetly to the fabric.

At that moment, Qing'er was incredibly sexy! He couldn't resist the urge to pluck and taste her!

Seeing this scene, how could the young and energetic Ertai resist? He felt that if he continued to hold back, his penis would burst. He had been rubbing his penis against Qing'er's tender honey hole without stopping, and now he increased the force of his upward thrusts.

At the same time, one large hand continued to caress Qing'er's beautiful breasts, while the other hand traveled up her smooth legs, touching Qing'er's beautiful hole. It was very wet and warm, which made Ertai very intoxicated.

Chapter 117 Carriage Fragrance (Part 4)

Qing'er's beautiful legs were long and sexy, both bony and full, which made Ertai unable to control himself. Some people like to look at a beautiful woman's face, some like to look at her breasts, some like to look at her legs, some like to look at her vagina, some like to look at her beautiful feet, but Ertai liked to look at them all!

Then, his gaze slowly traveled up Qing'er's beautiful legs, landing on her deep, alluring vulva, her sapphire blue, semi-transparent silk panties, and a damp patch in the center, a wisp of dark, delicate pubic hair clinging wetly to the fabric.

Qing'er was incredibly sexy at that moment! It was irresistible to want to pluck and taste her!

Seeing this, how could the young, energetic, and passionate Ertai resist? He felt that if he continued to hold back, his penis would burst. He had already been rubbing his penis against Qing'er's tender vulva, and now he increased the force of his upward thrusts.

At the same time, one large hand continued to caress Qing'er's breasts, while the other hand traveled up her smooth legs, touching her vulva—wet and warm, intoxicating Ertai.

"Ah...it's so hot...no...don't...don't touch...there...ah..."

Feeling Ertai's fingers invading, Qing'er couldn't help but moan softly. This was a complete first for her in matters of love between men and women. Although she had known about such things for two years, experiencing it firsthand was truly a first-time experience—like a young woman on her wedding night.

Moreover, in her mind, a woman being touched by a man before marriage was considered reckless and frivolous, filling her with immense shame. However, contradictorily, she couldn't deny that with Ertai's caresses, Qing'er felt a relaxation and comfort she had never experienced before, as if she were immersed in it, and everything else in the world ceased to exist.

"Could this be the legendary mystery of love between men and women?" Qing'er's heart stirred. She longed to taste the forbidden fruit, to experience the wonderful pleasure of the so-called perfect union of spirit and flesh. However, she was hindered by the current environment and situation. The Twelfth Prince and Lian Gui were outside the carriage, separated only by a curtain. If they saw her half-undressed and being held in Ertai's arms, that would be...

Qing'er was extremely conflicted. After a fierce internal struggle, reason and feudal concepts prevailed over her curiosity and anticipation of matters between men and women. Her face flushed, she whispered to Ertai, "Ertai, please let me go. Don't let the Twelfth Prince see..." "No."

Ertai had finally managed to hold Qing'er in his arms, and had already removed her upper body, leaving only a thin pair of trousers on her lower body. He was now thinking of untying Qing'er's thin restraints to truly feel the beauty of her vagina. How could he stop now?

"Good Ertai, please, let me go... ah... please... don't touch me... mmm..."

Seeing Ertai's stubbornness, only focusing on rubbing and caressing her breasts and vulva with his fingers, Qing'er couldn't help but tremble slightly and moan repeatedly, pleading with Ertai.

"Qing'er, just one more step, I've already seen everything above, what's one more step? Please give it to me, look how hard it is here."

Ertai was burning with desire, if he didn't release it soon, he would really go crazy, but Qing'er's small hand tightly gripped his wrist as he tried to pull down her panties, preventing him from succeeding... So Ertai complained to Qing'er aggrievedly, while taking Qing'er's other small hand and placing it on his swollen penis, hoping to arouse Qing'er's maternal instincts and make her pity herself and submit to him.

"Ah!"

Qing'er couldn't help but gasp as her small hand, guided by Ertai's large hand, touched his engorged penis. It was truly terrifying; even through the restraints, Qing'er could feel the heat and hardness of his penis. Especially when her small hand touched it, the penis seemed stimulated, throbbing playfully in her palm, releasing a fiery heat and desire that was truly melting Qing'er's heart.

"See? I didn't lie to you, did I? It really needs it. Okay, Qing'er, give it to me, okay? I'll cherish you..."

His penis was grasped by Qing'er's small hand, and although she unconsciously moved it up and down in rhythm with him, Ertai still felt incredibly pleasurable and eagerly begged Qing'er to give it to him.

But how could Qing'er agree? She already felt incredibly reckless, having only had Ertai touch all her vital parts. How could she accept taking it to the very end? Even if she could accept it, if the Twelfth Prince and Lian Gui saw this, and it reached the Empress Dowager's ears, the Empress Dowager, who always doted on her, would surely be furious and wouldn't forgive her.

"No...no...Ertai...good brother...let me go...don't...don't touch me anymore...otherwise...I really...can't take it...ah..."

Qing'er, panting heavily, tried to stop Ertai.

Seeing Qing'er's resolute attitude, Ertai couldn't force himself on her. Friends who have been through this know that things are only enjoyable when the woman is willing, even if she is unwilling but willing to give herself to achieve a certain purpose or transaction. If it is always forced, it loses some of its charm.

Ertai genuinely loved Qing'er and didn't want to force her to have sex with him. However, the growing desire and craving in his lower body made Ertai desperately want to release it. He didn't want to give up, but he couldn't completely possess Qing'er, so he had to compromise and negotiate with her, "Good Qing'er, if we don't go to the last step, let's stay like this, let me touch and feel you, okay?"

Although he was negotiating, his words were firm and left no room for doubt. The intelligent Qing'er could not help but hear the determination in his words. She didn't answer, nor did she know how to answer. She could only shyly bury her face in Ertai's arms, letting her body grow hotter and tremble more under Ertai's caresses.

Seeing that Qing'er didn't refuse, and even let out soft moans as he caressed and kneaded her delicate body, Ertai took it as her consent. Without further hesitation, one hand roamed over Qing'er's breasts, legs, and vulva, while the other hand held her soft, fragrant buttocks, rubbing it lightly and heavily against his penis.

"Ah...so big...so hot...so hard..."

Although Ertai had only recently come of age, his penis was exceptionally large, far exceeding that of an average man. That hot penis was not only as hard as iron but also incredibly magnificent; even through her trousers, Qing'er could clearly feel its hardness, magnificence, and strength.

Especially when Ertai's penis thrust forcefully, Qing'er's heart was thrown into turmoil. Her sensitive constitution, coupled with the innocent curiosity of a young girl experiencing her first love, made her utterly vulnerable to a man's teasing... A surge of intense desire, unlike anything she had ever felt before, slowly crept in, assaulting her senses and stirring ripples in her heart...

"Ah...ah...ah...ah ah...ah ah ah..."

Unable to resist the ecstatic stimulation just now, Qing'er moaned softly, her jade-like face flushed, her beautiful eyes glazed, her cherry-like lips exhaling fragrant breaths, panting heavily... Her dignified yet alluring appearance, a mixture of grace and passion, excited Ertai, making his mouth water...

"Qing'er, are you alright?"

Ertai asked with a wicked grin. Having grasped Qing'er's vulnerability at this moment, Ertai acted with unbridled arrogance and recklessness. As if wanting to test something, Ertai mischievously thrust hard into Qing'er's full, pert buttocks again.

"Ah... Ertai, you're so bad... um... don't... don't be so... rough..."

Qing'er murmured breathlessly. Always dignified and noble, she was very mindful of her image, but Ertai's teasing and provocation made her feel embarrassed in front of others... At this moment, she desperately hoped Ertai would behave, even if it was just until they got off the carriage, in her bedroom. She was even willing to grit her teeth and let Ertai take advantage of her like this.

"How am I bad?"

Seemingly guessing what Qing'er was worried about, Ertai chuckled, "Qing'er, let's keep our voices down. The Twelfth Prince and Lian Gui behind the carriage curtain shouldn't be able to hear or see clearly!"

Hearing Ertai's words, Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief; her anxious heart finally calmed down. With less worry, she relaxed a little, and the unbearable tingling sensation from her snowy buttocks made her body go limp, and she leaned weakly back into Ertai's arms.

Wow… Seeing Qing'er gradually relax and lean softly against him, Ertai was overjoyed. Moreover, due to the angle, Ertai could easily admire the beautiful sight of Qing'er's chest from above. Her full, fragrant breasts rose and fell alluringly, changing shapes under his large hands, incredibly seductive…

At this moment, Qing'er's body gradually heated up, becoming increasingly soft and weak. Her delicate face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, appearing very alluring…

Gazing at this captivating beauty, radiating endless charm and temptation, Ertai felt a surge of lust… He gradually couldn't restrain himself and began to wield his hard penis, rubbing it against her soft, warm vulva to relieve the unbearable, burgeoning desire.

He felt the thing on his vulva, which both pleasurable and shameful, growing hotter and harder. Qing'er nervously gripped Ertai's large hand, whispering, "Ertai...don't...ah...stop...um...come down...ah..."

But feeling that Ertai not only didn't stop, but was rubbing and thrusting faster and faster, she looked at him pitifully and said, "Ertai...um...good brother...Qing'er begs you...um...don't do this...this won't do...quickly...ah...stop...come down...ah..."

However, Qing'er's pitiful appearance was a completely different sight in Ertai's eyes, and for no reason, he was filled with a sense of pride.

"Don't do what? My darling Qing'er."

Ertai deliberately teased Qing'er.

Qing'er tried her best to keep her cherry-like mouth closed, but the tide of pleasure made her uncontrollably moan. Hearing Ertai's obviously teasing words, the ashamed Qing'er hated Ertai, this scoundrel, to death. How could she say such shameful words? At this moment, she truly understood what it meant to be in a difficult situation...

"...Don't do that... ah..."

Qing'er blushed and whispered. She secretly blamed herself for being so reckless, for being teased by Ertai to the point of such a state...

"Don't do that?"

Ertai grinned mischievously, playfully waving his penis, his fingers gripping Qing'er's firm, elastic buttocks. His hard penis thrust hard against her soft, beautiful opening, and Qing'er uncontrollably moaned, "Ah... gently... umm..."

Those heavenly moans stirred Ertai's heart, making him feel intoxicated and lost in passion. As if greatly encouraged, his erect penis rubbed rapidly against Qing'er's deep, tender opening.

Qing'er's face flushed red from Ertai's teasing, her eyes were languid, her body was weak and hot, and she was covered in fragrant sweat. Her cherry-like lips were dry, temptingly pursed, and her little tongue occasionally licked her dry lips.

This alluring and seductive posture stirred a surge of excitement in Ertai's heart, and his hard penis was about to erupt. He felt himself about to climax, so he tightly embraced Qing'er's slender waist and thrust forward with all his might.

"Ahhh..."

With Ertai's low moans of pleasure, the intense stimulation caused his body to spasm and tremble. His fiery red penis pounded fiercely against Qing'er's beautiful opening, ejaculating for a good ten seconds before Ertai finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling incredibly comfortable, breathing heavily as if he had just experienced a great battle...

Although it was Qing'er's first time experiencing this, and although she was still innocent and unaware, seeing Ertai holding her tightly, his body trembling, and his penis growing harder and hotter, she sensed something was wrong.

By the time she realized what was happening and tried to struggle, Ertai's hard member was already pressed firmly against her honeyed opening, rendering her unable to move. Although separated by several layers of restraint, the powerful release still sent a scalding heat through her vagina, leaving her momentarily confused and infatuated. Her face flushed, her heart rippled with desire, and a surge of lust gradually rose within her…

“Ah…so hot…so burning…so…beautiful…ah…”

After being thrust into and pounded by Ertai's hard, hot penis more than a dozen times, Qing'er couldn't help but moan softly... After Li Qiang finished, she felt weak and powerless all over. What embarrassed her was that her little hole was soaking wet...

Outside the carriage, the Twelfth Prince was listening to Lian Gui tell a story, but his ears were still sharp. He had already heard something amiss in the carriage behind the curtain. Unable to bear it any longer, he lifted the curtain and asked with concern, "Brother Ertai, Sister Qing'er, is the road too bumpy? Are you uncomfortable? I'll slow down a bit."

Qing'er, as if her buttocks were springy, hurriedly got off Ertai's lap and sat on a seat to the side, trying to appear calm as she said, "I'm fine, Brother Yongji, don't worry!"

"Oh, it's good that you're alright."

Hearing that Sister Qing'er was alright, the Twelfth Prince lowered the sedan curtain and turned back to continue driving and listening to Lian Gui tell stories. He had only caught a fleeting glimpse of Sister Qing'er sitting on Ertai's lap, and he had no idea that just moments before, a passionate and sensual scene had unfolded in the carriage just behind the curtain.

Although Qing'er had quickly separated from Ertai, the sudden lifting of the curtain by the Twelfth Prince had her heart pounding, and her cheeks were flushed crimson.

Fortunately, the Twelfth Prince didn't look in, and Qing'er, who had been sitting elegantly, quickly calmed down and regained her usual noble and dignified demeanor. However, the blush on her pretty face as she looked at Ertai still shone faintly, and her beautiful eyes, full of charm, glanced shyly at Ertai. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said in an even more coquettish tone, "Ertai, you're such a big pervert..."

"Haha, women don't love men who aren't a little bad."

Ertai teased Qing'er with a playful smile.

"You're bad, so bad, you took advantage of me... um, and you're still teasing me like this..."

Qing'er said even more shyly, her charming little appearance making Ertai overjoyed and laugh happily.

"You're still laughing, still laughing, you're so annoying..." Seeing Ertai's mischievous laughter, the shy Qing'er immediately twisted her body in protest, throwing a coquettish tantrum. Suddenly, Ertai sat down next to her again, and his strong arms embraced her once more.

Because Ertai had just seen all of her important upper body parts, and Ertai had violated her most important parts, Qing'er was no longer so shy. She only offered a token resistance to Ertai's embrace and let him hold her delicate body.

Seeing Qing'er relax in front of him, no longer as shy as before, Ertai was overjoyed. He excitedly took Qing'er's small hand in his own, kneading and stroking it, and said affectionately, "Qing'er, I like you, I like you so much..." Hearing Ertai's heartfelt confession, Qing'er shyly twisted her fragrant body and said in a coquettish voice, "You big pervert, you took advantage of me... You can't leave me... You have to take responsibility..." "

Haha, of course I have to take responsibility, and I also want you to be my woman for life, never leaving me. If anyone dares to take you from me, I'll make them pay with their lives, hmph."

Although Ertai said this with a smile, his words were very serious, even... somewhat cold. He remembered that in the original Huanzhu world, Qing'er's husband was Xiao Jian, but in this Huanzhu world, he, Ertai, had to be in charge. His woman, not even the emperor could touch her, otherwise, hmph!

Hearing Ertai's earnest words, Qing'er's heart fluttered with sweetness, her eyes filled with tenderness. Even her beautiful eyes welled up with large, tender tears. She leaned her fair, delicate face against Ertai's shoulder and asked sweetly, "Really?"

"Yes, really!"

Ertai solemnly assured her, his lips pressing against Qing'er's fragrant lips again.

"You big pervert, I believe you..."

Qing'er responded to Ertai's kiss passionately, merging her soul into this deep embrace. She had always felt friendly towards Ertai, but now that he had seen her naked, touched her all over, and taken full advantage of her, she loved him even more deeply.

Um... what's that old saying again? Uh... a woman is like a bottle of fine wine; once opened, you have to drink it all, otherwise... your penis will rot!

In ancient times, when feudal ideology was strong and concepts were conservative and outdated, Ertai had seen and touched Qing'er's body, and even though he hadn't gone all the way, he still wanted to be responsible for Qing'er for all eternity!

He hugged Qing'er tightly, and with that deep, passionate kiss, it was as if he wanted to integrate Qing'er into his life and blood, until the end of time...

Chapter 118 Returning to the Fu Family to Ask for Help!

Fifty miles outside Xizhimen in Beijing, there was a manor, covering an area of about half an acre, named 'Lord's Mansion', which was the outer residence that Emperor Qianlong had bestowed upon Fu Lun.

According to the official system of the Qing Dynasty, a first-rank official could be granted a title if he made great contributions. The highest title was that of a king of a different surname, and below that was a lord. From high to low, they were duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron, each level being divided into three ranks. Fu Lun was a first-rank viscount.

Once a minister is granted a noble title, as long as he doesn't commit any major offenses or lose his title, his descendants are guaranteed endless wealth and honor. After all, according to the Qing Dynasty's imperial regulations, official positions cannot be inherited, but noble titles can be passed down to one's descendants.

However, there are two members of the Fu family who are eligible to inherit a noble title: Erkang and Ertai. But there can only be one title, and who will inherit it depends on their importance in Fu Lun's eyes. It's too early to say now, as Fu Lun is in his prime, strong and vigorous. Unless he dies in a natural disaster or man-made calamity, it's not yet Ertai or Erkang's turn to inherit the title.

"Whoa..."

Ertai tightened the reins, the horse's head was raised high, and the carriage came to a smooth stop in the backyard of the noble mansion. Just as they were about to reach the mansion, he let the twelfth prince into the carriage, while he continued to act as the coachman. Otherwise, it would be inappropriate for others to see him sitting comfortably in the carriage while the twelfth prince drove.

After the carriage stopped, Ertai dismounted, took a footstool from a servant, placed it on the ground, and then 'respectfully' helped the Twelfth Prince and Princess Qing down. Although he and Princess Qing had a relationship, he still strictly adhered to the rules. To outsiders, it was impossible to discern any special connection between them; it was merely the relationship between a subject and a princess.

Because Ertai had chosen the route furthest from the mansion, the other three carriages were already parked in the courtyard. The Empress Dowager, along with the other ladies and princesses, had been arranged by servants in pre-cleaned side rooms. Everyone obeyed Ertai's arrangements without question, demonstrating the extent of his women's trust in him.

As for why Ertai arranged for the Empress Dowager and the empresses to reside in the Fu family's outer residence, there were naturally his reasons. Firstly, it was to avoid suspicion; placing the Empress Dowager and the empresses there would be undetected, ensuring their safety. Secondly, he feared the presence of Red Lotus Sect spies within the palace. If they discovered Ertai's sleight of hand in secretly escorting the real Empress Dowager and the others back to the palace, it would undoubtedly disrupt his overall plan to "catch them like fish in a jar." Finally, it was also to preserve the imperial family's reputation. Imagine, merely receiving news that Red Lotus Sect thieves intended to assassinate her on her return journey, would the dignified Empress Dowager of the Qianlong era cowardly disguise herself as a maid and slink back to the palace? Such magnanimity and audacity would be a complete disgrace to the Qing imperial family.

In feudal society, emperors, empresses, empresses, and other royal nobles were role models for the people. If they were cowardly and fled when faced with the enemy, how could they inspire soldiers and civilians to resist the enemy and defend the country?

Therefore, based on the above three considerations, Ertai had a brilliant idea. He arranged for the empresses and others to stay in the Fu family's villa without anyone noticing. In this way, he protected his women from harm, maintained the face of the royal family, and could continue to implement his strategy to wipe out the Red Lotus Sect bandits in Zhili in one fell swoop. It was a brilliant three-pronged approach!

After arranging for the Empress Dowager and the others' accommodations, Ertai summoned his trusted guards and servants, ordering them to keep their mouths shut and not utter a single word about what had happened that day. He also instructed them to protect and care for the Empress Dowager and the other concubines, princesses, and princes, warning them that if anything went wrong, they would be beheaded!

These guards and servants were Ertai's confidants and obeyed his every word, unanimously replying "Yes!"

Ertai then went to greet Liu Qing and the other two, saying he had some business to attend to and thanked them for their hard work over the next few days, promising to repay them handsomely later. The three said Ertai was being too polite, adding that Ertai's affairs were their affairs as well.

Ertai chuckled, cupped his hands in a fist salute, and said "Take care" to the three before mounting a fast horse and heading towards the Fu family residence, covered in dust. His official rank was low, and he wasn't a military officer, so he had no soldiers under his command. To think he could wipe out the Red Lotus Rebellion on his own was a pipe dream. Therefore, he went home to borrow troops from his father, Fu Lun. At that time, Fu Lun was also the Commander of the Nine Gates, commanding 30,000 elite Imperial Guards, all brave and skilled warriors.

He made it in time, arriving home in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. As soon as he reached the gate, the servants guarding the Fu family's gate greeted him. One held Ertai's reins, while the other stood respectfully before him, smiling and bowing, saying, "This humble servant greets Second Master."

"No need for formalities. Is my father home?"

Ertai asked with a smile.

"No, Eunuch Liu from the palace just came to deliver a message, saying the Emperor urgently needs you, sir,"

the servant replied.

"Hmm, you've worked hard."

Ertai patted the guard's shoulder and said with a smile, "Take the horse to the back."

"Yes, Second Master."

The servant replied, "Yes," and led the horse to the backyard. Ertai went straight to Fu Lun's study. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he met the steward, Fu Gui.

Fu Gui was a distant relative of Fu Lun. He had been Fu Lun's study companion since childhood. After Fu Lun became an official, Fu Gui became the steward of the Fu family. He held a high position in the Fu family and his word was law.

Ertai had a very good relationship with Fu Gui since childhood. When he saw him, he greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Fu, it's been a long time."

Hearing Ertai's voice, Fu Gui, who was directing the servants to sweep the ground in the courtyard, hurriedly turned around, smiled, and walked to Ertai's side, greeting him, "Second Master is back. You haven't been back for two months. It's been a long time, isn't it?"

"Hehe, I've been busy with official business and haven't been able to spare the time."

Ertai laughed it off.

Fu Gui nodded, smiling as he praised, "Second Master, you've already become the fourth-rank Deputy Chief of the Cining Palace Guards, ahead of the First Master! Congratulations!"

"That's all thanks to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager,"

Ertai said modestly, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect. In front of others, Ertai was always very polite, extremely respectful to the Empress Dowager and the Empress, but in bed—hehehe—he was the real 'Emperor'!

"Second Master is too modest. The Emperor and the Empress Dowager have discerning eyes. With your talent and ability, your future is limitless, hehe—by the way, Second Master, did you return this time for public or private reasons?"

Fu Gui and Ertai had a close relationship, so there was no excessive flattery; he only touched on the subject briefly before starting a casual conversation.

"Oh?"

Fu Gui asked, puzzled by Ertai's ambiguous words.

"Hehe, it's nothing important. For the public, it's just a few petty thieves. For the private, I just missed everyone and came back to see you all,"

Ertai said casually. Some things are better left unsaid.

"Everyone misses you too, Second Master. They're all looking forward to your return and want to celebrate properly for you, haha."

Seeing that Ertai was unwilling to elaborate, the ever-shrewd Fugui naturally didn't ask any further. How could someone who could serve as the steward in a large family like the Fu family be incompetent?

"Yes, there will be opportunities, there will be opportunities,"

Ertai replied with a laugh. Just then, Fulun, looking worried, walked over, followed by two attendants. Upon seeing Ertai, the two attendants hurriedly stepped forward to bow, but Ertai smiled and waved his hand.

"Ertai, why are you back? No…"

Upon seeing Ertai, Fulun paused for a moment, then forced a relieved smile. He was Ertai's father, and naturally quite happy to see him return. However, he was puzzled. Ertai had escorted the Empress Dowager and Consort Ling to Xishan Temple, and they had agreed to return to the palace the day after tomorrow. Could it be… that the Empress Dowager had returned early?

"Father, I pay my respects to you—I have important matters to discuss with you this time."

Ertai first greeted Fulun according to etiquette, then spoke seriously.

Seeing Ertai's solemn expression, Fulun also suppressed his smile and nodded, saying, "Let's talk in the study."

After entering the study, a servant soon served Fulun and Ertai each a cup of fragrant tea, then bowed slightly and backed out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"Ertai, why are you back early? Has something serious happened?"

Fulun couldn't help but ask as soon as the servant left.

However, Ertai was no longer in a hurry. After all, this was his father, and even the most important matters could be discussed. He was more curious about why Fulun had looked so troubled, as if something had happened. He couldn't help but ask, "Father, why don't you tell me about your matter first? The Emperor summoned you to the palace so urgently; could something serious have occurred?"

"What could have happened that you don't know?" Fulun took a sip of tea and asked in return.

"I've been cooped up at Xishan Temple these past few days and haven't heard anything about recent events,"

Ertai replied, completely bewildered by Fulun's question.

"Hmm, that's true,"

Fulun nodded and explained, "Since last autumn, the Emperor has intended to go to Mount Tai for the Fengshan ceremony, and also to observe the local customs and conditions, and to comfort the people of Heze who suffered from the disaster last year."

"That's a good thing, Father. Why are you looking so worried?"

Ertai asked, puzzled.

"Hmph, His Majesty's intentions were certainly good, but things went wrong because of those parasites. Using the excuse of His Majesty's visit to Shandong, they massively renovated gardens, the imperial palace, and the imperial road, forcibly demolished houses, and even desecrated ancestral graves. Officials at all levels took the opportunity to exploit the people, imposing exorbitant levies, causing widespread public resentment and numerous clashes with the government,"

Fu Lun said bitterly.

"Corrupt officials are the parasites of the nation!"

Er Tai, who hated corrupt officials more than anything, echoed indignantly.

"And that's not all. Zhang Jinghong, the censor of Shandong Circuit, reported this matter to the court. The emperor successively dispatched two imperial envoys to investigate the case in Shandong, but unfortunately, both returned empty-handed, finding nothing wrong. Not only that, Zhang Jinghong was instead impeached by a joint petition from the governor of Shandong down to the county magistrate, who accused him of fabricating rumors and framing loyal officials, requesting the emperor to dismiss him and investigate him. Helpless, the emperor had no choice but to remove Zhang Jinghong from his post and exile him to the frontier. Unexpectedly, this incident sparked a popular uprising, with remnants of the Heaven and Earth Society also joining in, taking the opportunity to incite the people to riot, and finally, the uprising grew bigger and bigger!"

At this point, Fu Lun slammed his hand heavily on the table, his expression agitated, clearly furious.

"Then the Governor-General of Zhili and the Governor of Shandong just sat idly by? Didn't they try to quell the popular rebellion?"

Ertai, who had also been involved in officialdom for a while, went straight to the point.

"Hmph, these corrupt officials are very adept at exploiting the people and oppressing the local populace. The Emperor ordered them to appease the people, but the imperial edict was distorted when it reached the local areas, turning into a large-scale massacre of innocent people. One official even took a fancy to a concubine of a wealthy family, so he used the pretext that the man was a rebel, framed him, imprisoned him, and killed his entire family of seventy-nine people, escalating the conflict to an irreconcilable point! The Emperor was furious about this and summoned me and several ministers to discuss the matter. We plan to select a capable imperial envoy to go to Shandong again, on the one hand to appease the people and quell the rebellion, and on the other hand to investigate the corruption and embezzlement cases in Shandong,"

Fu Lun said worriedly.

"These corrupt officials should all be killed!"

Ertai said coldly, furious. Then he asked, "Father, does His Majesty have a preferred candidate for the Imperial Envoy?"

"Not yet."

Fulun shook his head, sighed softly, and frowned. "Most of the ministers in the court have some connection with the Shandong matter. If we send them, they will surely return empty-handed. And those without connections, few of them are capable of leading troops. Alas."

Hearing Fulun's words, Ertai's eyes darted around, and he quickly began to calculate. If he could wipe out the Red Lotus Sect bandits in Zhili and capture the bandit leader Han Yun alive, would the Emperor think he was capable and appoint him as the Imperial Envoy to investigate and handle affairs in Shandong? If that were the case, that would be perfect. After all, the beautiful Xia Yuhe and Xia Ziwei were at Daming Lake in Jinan, and wasn't the Shandong Provincial Governor's Office located in Jinan?

Earning merit and winning a beautiful woman—isn't this a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone? He's determined to get the title of Imperial Envoy! Even if he can't get the title, he'll at least assist the Imperial Envoy in his duties!

Having made up his mind, Ertai wanted to ask Fulun about borrowing troops, since having merit was a prerequisite. However, seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Fulun wondered what he was thinking and asked first, "By the way, Ertai, didn't you have something important to discuss with me?"

"Yes."

Ertai nodded, his face serious, and said, "Father, I want to borrow 30,000 elite troops from your forces."

"What? Borrow troops? What do you want to do with them?"

Hearing Ertai ask to borrow troops, Fulun immediately raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked in return. After all, in the Qing Dynasty, to prevent officers from rebelling, the emperor strictly controlled officers, and those who mobilized troops without authorization were executed immediately!

Furthermore, although Fu Lun was the Commander of the Nine Gates and the commander of the Imperial Guards, he had no authority to mobilize troops, and even less could he mobilize troops without cause!

Chapter 119 Mother is Taking a Nap

"Ertai, what do you need troops for?"

Upon hearing the word 'borrow troops,' Fu Lun's expression immediately became serious.

"Father, I know you are in a difficult position, but this matter concerns the lives of the Empress Dowager, the Empress, the Princess, and the Prince, and it concerns the fate of the nation. I have no choice but to do it,"

Ertai said solemnly.

"Oh, what is so serious?"

Fu Lun's heart skipped a beat. This matter involved the safety of the Empress Dowager, which made it impossible for him to ignore.

"Yes..."

Ertai told Fulun about the Red Lotus Sect's plot to assassinate the Empress Dowager on her way back to the palace. However, he didn't reveal everything, selectively telling the story while omitting his own part about the scheme. He only said that he had overheard the matter by chance. After all, no matter how clever his plan was, Fulun might not believe him. To be honest, Ertai was only just coming of age and his mind was not mature enough to convince the experienced and shrewd Fulun.

"Is this true? Is the information reliable?"

Hearing Ertai's words, Fulun's heart was in his throat, and he asked with slight nervousness.

"The information is reliable, and..."

Ertai then told Fulun in detail about how the Red Lotus Sect spy Cuilian used the 'Bewitching Pill' to harm the Empress Dowager, as well as the conspiracy between the Red Lotus Sect and the Fourteenth Prince that he had overheard.

Upon hearing Ertai's words, Fulun's eyes widened in fury, his body trembling with rage. After a long silence, he slammed his fist on the table and roared, "These scoundrels! They're incredibly audacious! How dare they harm the Empress Dowager? Don't they value their lives?"

"Hmph, they're just a bunch of desperados, they don't care about their own lives anymore. But the Empress Dowager is the reigning Empress Dowager, she absolutely cannot be harmed!"

Ertai said bitterly, while subtly requesting Fulun to lend him troops again.

"No! This matter is of utmost importance, I must report it to the Emperor!"

Unexpectedly, in his rage, Fulun's first thought was to report the matter to the Emperor.

Ertai, of course, would not agree to this. Otherwise, if Fulun reported the matter to the Emperor, all of Ertai's efforts and plans would be in vain. At most, he would only receive a consolation prize for his meritorious report. However, if he were to successfully protect the Emperor and eliminate the Red Lotus Sect assassins hiding in Zhili, that would be a great achievement, a contribution to the nation.

Ertai clearly understood which was more important, so he advised Fulun, "Father, this matter must not be reported to the Emperor."

"Oh? Why?"

Fulun asked, puzzled. It wasn't that he was less intelligent than Ertai, but rather it was his habit. He was always loyal to the Emperor and the Qing Dynasty. When faced with important matters, his first thought was not his own interests, but the interests of the entire Qing Dynasty. He was fundamentally different from Ertai.

Of course, this doesn't mean Ertai is a selfish and unscrupulous person who doesn't care about the country and only cares about his own future. It's just that his position is different from Fulun's. The ancients said, "Cultivate oneself, regulate

one's family, and bring peace to the world." Ertai, a mere fourth-rank official, couldn't even manage to "regulate his family," so how could he "bring peace to the world"? Furthermore, he slept with Emperor Qianlong's mother and a woman, making them irreconcilable enemies. In the future, it would be a matter of life or death for him. Naturally, he wanted to take the opportunity to cultivate his own power before Qianlong found out. When he was fully powerful, the outcome would be uncertain, unlike now, where one wrong move could lead to total defeat!

So he could only use the Empress Dowager as a shield. He knew his own persuasion would be ineffective, but Fu Lun dared not disobey the Empress Dowager's words. He said, "Father, the Empress Dowager has decreed that this matter must not be told to the Emperor. The Emperor is a filial son. If he hears that the Red Lotus Rebels are planning to assassinate the Empress Dowager, he will surely send troops to protect her as she returns to the palace. But in doing so, we will miss the opportunity to wipe out the Red Lotus Rebels in one fell swoop."

"Eliminating the Red Lotus Rebels is indeed terrible, but the Empress Dowager's safety is more important. We cannot lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of the small matter. This matter must be reported to the Emperor as soon as possible."

Hearing Ertai's words, Fu Lun softened slightly, but in the end, he still stood on the side of a subject and decided to disobey the Empress Dowager's decree and report the matter to the Emperor for his decision.

"Father, don't worry about the Empress Dowager. I've already escorted her, along with the empresses, princesses, and the twelfth prince, to a safe place,"

Ertai continued to persuade. He wouldn't easily give up such a great opportunity to make a contribution; he was determined to convince Fulun to lend him troops.

"Where is the Empress Dowager now?"

Fulun asked anxiously.

"At the Duke's Mansion,"

Ertai replied.

"The Duke's Mansion? You took the Empress Dowager and the empresses to the Duke's Mansion?"

Fulun suddenly stood up, looking at Ertai in surprise.

Seeing the astonished look on Fulun's face, Ertai smiled and comforted him, "Father, please be patient and let me explain..." Then, Ertai recounted his 'openly repairing the plank road while secretly crossing the Chencang pass' strategy to Fulun, but attributed the plan to the Empress Dowager, saying that it was the Empress Dowager's idea and that he was merely acting on her orders.

Upon hearing that this plan was the Empress Dowager's idea, aimed at wiping out all the Red Lotus Sect bandits hiding in Zhili, Fu Lun immediately began to calculate in his mind. He went through the entire plan from beginning to end and felt that it was not only flawless but also extremely ingenious. He couldn't help but clasp his hands in praise, saying, "The Empress Dowager is wise and powerful, with flawless strategies. It's no exaggeration to call her a female Zhuge Liang. However, Ertai, mobilizing troops without the Emperor's permission is probably..." Ertai naturally knew Fu Lun's dilemma and couldn't help but hide the smile on his face. Rong asked seriously, "Father, as the commander of the Nine Gates, do you have the authority to mobilize troops?" "In principle, no, but in reality..." Fu Lun said reservedly. Ertai immediately understood. In fact, the commander of the Nine Gates did have the authority to mobilize troops, but usually it required the emperor's edict. However, in the event of a major incident, if there was no time to request an imperial decree, the commander of the Nine Gates could mobilize troops with his seal and token. However, what Fu Lun was worried about was that if what he had reported was unfounded, he would be guilty of mobilizing troops without authorization, a crime he could not afford to commit.

"Father, the Empress Dowager, as the mother of the nation, is of such high status, yet she condescended to become a maid, using a 'switcheroo' to lure the Red Lotus Rebels into a trap. Her purpose was to eliminate them completely and consolidate the Qing Dynasty's rule. As subjects, we are paid by the emperor and naturally must share his burdens. At this crucial moment, we cannot afford to miss this golden opportunity to eliminate the Red Lotus Rebels for fear of punishment!"

Seeing Fu Lun hesitate, Ertai stood up and spoke with righteous indignation. This was the first time he had ever been so passionate and boastful in front of Fu Lun; it was truly exhilarating!

“Father isn’t afraid of taking responsibility, it’s just…”

Fu Lun sighed, then said, “Alas, well, the Empress Dowager, a mere woman, is willing to humble herself for the sake of the Qing Dynasty. My Fu family has repeatedly received imperial favor; how can I, fearing punishment, allow the Red Lotus Rebellion to wreak havoc? Alright, I agree to lend troops, and for now, I will not inform the Emperor.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Seeing Fu Lun agree to lend troops, Ertai clasped his hands in thanks and bowed deeply to him earnestly.

“We’re family, no need for formalities.”

Fu Lun waved his hand, sat back in his chair, and looked Ertai up and down with shining eyes, as if he were seeing him for the first time.

Not understanding why his father Fu Lun was looking at him like that, Ertai asked curiously, “Father, what’s wrong? Is something amiss?”

“Hehe, nothing.”

Fu Lun waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Oh."

Ertai smiled, then took out a secret edict personally written by the Empress Dowager from his robes and handed it to Fulun, saying, "Father, this is the Empress Dowager's edict. Please keep it safe. If... I mean, if this matter fails, you don't need to worry about the Emperor punishing you for mobilizing troops without authorization." "

Hmm."

Fulun stood up, respectfully took the Empress Dowager's secret edict from Ertai's hand, quickly glanced at it, and his eyes lit up, but he was inwardly astonished.

In fact, the contents of the letter were nothing special, nothing more than 'I have heard that the Red Lotus Rebellion is causing trouble... Therefore, I hereby order Ertai to lead the Imperial Guards to wipe out the rebels in one fell swoop,' but what surprised Fulun the most was the last sentence of the Empress Dowager's secret edict: 'After receiving this edict, all generals shall obey Ertai's orders.' When did this kid get on the Empress Dowager's good side and become her confidant? And she trusts him so much, otherwise why would she let Ertai, a mere lad who has just come of age, lead troops to suppress bandits?

"My second son is truly a hidden talent!" Fu Lun thought to himself with admiration. He then handed the Empress Dowager's secret edict back to Ertai and said solemnly, "Ertai, you should keep this secret edict with you. Although the Empress Dowager personally appointed you as general, I'm afraid those seasoned soldiers won't be convinced by you. This secret edict can serve to intimidate the generals at crucial moments."

"Thank you, Father."

Ertai knew that Fulun cared about him, and a touch of emotion welled up in his heart, but it vanished in an instant. After putting the secret decree back in his pocket, he whispered to Fulun, "Father, the Empress Dowager's intention is for you to secretly dispatch 10,000 elite troops to the South China official road tomorrow, deliberately leaving some traces, making it appear as if you are mobilizing troops to surround the South China official road to confuse the Red Lotus Sect rebels, so that Han Yun, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect's Zhili branch, will be even more convinced of the false information he heard that night. At the same time, Father, you should send another 20,000 elite troops to secretly surround the North China official road, annihilating the Red Lotus Sect rebels who came to assassinate you in one fell swoop." "I've heard that Han Yun is quite suspicious. The Empress Dowager suspects he won't send all his men to assassinate her on the North China official road. He'll definitely leave some to wait and see, just in case. Our ten thousand men who secretly infiltrated the South China official road can intercept the Red Lotus Sect's mobile force, or let them into the encirclement for a counter-encirclement."

Fu Lun listened, nodding frequently. When Ertai finished speaking, Fu Lun excitedly gave a thumbs-up, praising, "The Empress Dowager is truly a heroine! This plan is brilliant! I'll go to the commando camp now to secretly deploy it."

"Respectfully seeing Father off."

Ertai bowed and saw Fu Lun out, secretly overjoyed. Fu Lun praising the Empress Dowager was essentially praising himself, since this plan was Ertai's idea, using the Empress Dowager's name! After seeing Fu

Lun off from the mansion, Ertai went to his fourth concubine, Nalan Zhu's, room, intending to spend some quality time with her and express his longing over the past two months. However, she had unexpectedly returned to her parents' home, much to Ertai's disappointment.

He was somewhat disheartened, but the maids said that his fourth concubine would return in three to five days, which slightly eased his mood. He decided to wait another three to five days. Then, he went to his mother's room. His mother was taking a nap, and two maids were standing guard outside. Seeing Ertai arrive, they were about to bow when Ertai quickly put two fingers to his lips and said with a smile, "Shh, don't make a sound, don't wake my mother."

"Yes, Second Master,"

the two maids replied softly, half-crouching and offering a deep bow.

"Alright, you can leave now. You don't need to serve here anymore,"

Ertai waved to the two maids, who bowed again and quickly left.

After the two maids left, Ertai quietly pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom, then gently closed it again. He lightly walked around the screen in front of the bed and saw his mother lying on the bed, lightly dressed, fast asleep.

Ertai slowly walked to the bedside, admiring his sleeping mother's alluring charm. For no reason, his throat felt like it was on fire…

Chapter 120 Passion (Part 1)

After the two maids left, Ertai quietly pushed open the door to his mother's bedroom, then gently closed it again. He lightly walked around the screen in front of the bed and saw his mother lying on the bed, lightly dressed, fast asleep.

Ertai slowly walked to the bedside, gazing at his sleeping mother's captivating beauty. For no apparent reason, his throat felt like it was on fire…

His mother wore light makeup, her cheeks were fair, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, long, delicate eyelashes draped over her eyelids, her eyebrows were arched, and her lips were slightly parted, exhaling a lingering fragrance of orchids. A thin silk quilt covered her, only reaching her chest, revealing a large expanse of smooth, white skin below her neck—a sight that made his heart flutter!

How could this scene not stir the young, impetuous, and fiery Ertai's heart? His heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of his chest. He slowly sat down at the foot of his mother's beautiful feet, unable to suppress his restless heart, gazing intently at his sleeping mother.

His mother was truly beautiful, her charm undiminished. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ertai would never have believed that a mother of two sons could be so young and beautiful. This glance felt like an eternity!

Mother, fast asleep on the bed, was unaware of Ertai's entry. She remained soundly asleep, quiet and elegant, captivating all who beheld her. Her peaceful breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall with each breath, pressing against the thin silk quilt and outlining two exquisitely beautiful orbs on her back.

Gazing at his mother's sleeping, alluring figure, Ertai could no longer resist. He quietly lifted the blanket covering her, starting from her beautiful feet, and witnessed a sight that made his nose bleed.

Lifting a corner of the blanket, the first thing he saw was his mother's pair of exquisite, flawless feet. She wasn't wearing socks, revealing her gracefully curved arches and her smooth, white ankles, like marbles. Because it was her afternoon nap, his mother was dressed very lightly, wearing only a pair of milky-white, semi-transparent trousers, completely exposing her smooth, straight, and shapely legs to Ertai's eyes.

Ertai stared intently, mesmerized by the beautiful legs and feet before him. His gaze followed the silky white legs upwards, landing on the inner thighs, where the allure filled him with endless longing.

As mentioned before, Ertai's mother was only wearing a thin pair of panties, which were milky white and semi-transparent. A glimpse of pubic hair was vaguely visible in the middle, exuding a seductive charm amidst the serene atmosphere. The panties clung tightly to her lower abdomen, even outlining the shape of her mons pubis.

This scene was almost driving Ertai to the brink of collapse. His crotch was incredibly hard, and his heart was pounding and trembling with restlessness. He was conflicted. Although he had transmigrated, he was now in Ertai's body, so Ertai's mother was his own mother. How could he harbor 'lewd' thoughts?

However, the burning desire within him was overwhelming, making him completely disoriented and unable to control his need and craving for his mother. Gazing at the pair of beautiful legs and jade feet before him, he couldn't wait to touch them.

A fierce internal struggle ensued, but ultimately, physical impulses triumphed over reason. He glanced at his sleeping mother, then tremblingly reached out and carefully touched her fair, full legs, gently massaging and stroking them.

The soft, smooth sensation in his hands seemed to melt Ertai's heart. His large hand first caressed his mother's calves, but then, feeling unsatisfied, his fingers gently crept up her fair, fleshy thighs. They were so soft and delicate, like a ball of cotton, incredibly smooth to the touch, making Ertai unconsciously increase the pressure of his caresses and kneading.

"Ah...ah..."

His mother, still asleep, vaguely felt a tingling, itchy sensation on her legs, as if many insects were crawling and biting her. She couldn't help but instinctively let out a soft moan.

Seeing his mother's delicate body stir slightly, Ertai hurriedly dodged away, his heart pounding in his chest. He thought it would be terrible if his mother saw him making advances on her. He hid behind the screen, stealing glances at his mother. He saw that she had only been talking in her sleep, and now she had turned slightly to the side and fallen back asleep.

Only then did Ertai's heart finally settle back into his throat. He slowly walked back to the bedside. As his mother lay on her side, the thin silk quilt draped over her body slid down, completely exposing her beautiful profile to Ertai's eyes.

Her perfectly curved, shapely figure, her smooth, silky legs, her jade-like feet trembling slightly with her breath, one delicately crossed over the other, her red-painted toes gently curled up—it was incredibly alluring.

As the blanket slipped down, his mother's breasts were no longer concealed. The short, delicate, and sexy milky-white bodice couldn't hide her full breasts at all. From the side, Ertai's gaze fell upon a full, firm breast, and the rosy nipples on it—so intoxicating, so irresistibly alluring.

Ertai had never imagined that his mother's nipples would be so flushed, like a little girl's, yet more swollen and fuller than most little girls'. He was utterly captivated, mesmerized!

Although he was afraid that his mother would suddenly wake up and discover his indecent behavior, he couldn't control the surging lust within him. He slowly moved closer, sitting on his mother's waist, his large hands slowly reaching towards her breasts.

During this process, Ertai's heart pounded wildly; if it weren't for his thick frame, his heart would have leaped out of his body. His hands, reaching towards his mother's chest, slowly drew closer, his fingertips less than three inches from the nipple.

Ertai's mother, breathing softly, remained unaware of her son's impending intrusion, fast asleep. Her lack of objection only fueled Ertai's lustful desire to explore further. Without hesitation, he turned his head, took a deep breath, and, as if making the greatest decision of his life, gently touched her soft breast with his fingertips, his eyes half-closed.

"Hiss!" He couldn't help but gasp. The sensation before his fingertips was simply too exquisite—soft, smooth, full, and firm—truly a first-rate beauty!

"Hmm…oh…ah…um…" At this moment, his sleeping mother seemed to sense the intrusion into her breast, her body trembling slightly as if stimulated. She then rolled over again, lying flat on the bed, uttering dreamlike gasps.

Ertai was startled again, but thankfully his mother didn't wake up and didn't notice his actions. This emboldened him even more, and his large hand reached for his mother's breasts again, this time much more openly. Before, he had only lightly touched them with his fingertips; this time, he covered them with his entire palm, taking direct control!

The difference was incomparable. Ertai held his mother's breasts in his palm, and with just a gentle squeeze, he felt a special, unusual stimulation. Although he had touched many women's breasts, each woman's breasts brought him a different tactile sensation. Just like his mother's breasts, soft and supple, yet so large that Ertai couldn't grasp them with one hand.

"Ah...ah..."

The feeling was so wonderful that Ertai became even bolder. He couldn't help but knead his mother's breasts a couple more times. Stimulated in her sleep, his mother couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

It was these two soft moans that drew Ertai's attention to his mother's red lips. Thin and delicate, painted with a pale pink lip gloss, they appeared exceptionally tender and sensual. The thought that those heavenly moans had just escaped from those beautiful lips filled Ertai with a restless, itchy feeling, like being scratched by cat claws. He couldn't resist leaning down and slowly bringing his lips to his mother's.

Ertai deliberately slowed his movements, continuously caressing his mother's breasts with his large hands while taking the opportunity to admire her beauty. Her eyes were like the bright moon, clear and serene; her eyebrows were like willow branches, drooping gracefully; her face was flushed with a peach-like blush, captivatingly beautiful; her nose was high and straight; her lips were luscious red; her clothes were half-undone, yet her allure remained.

He gazed at her greedily for a moment before gently kissing his mother's delicate, pink lips. The kiss was sweet and refreshing, like tasting the most fragrant and sweetest candied fruit in the world. His nose was filled with a delicate fragrance, a blend of the orchid scent from his mother's mouth and the aroma of her lip gloss, soothing and delightful.

His mother's lips were thin and soft, making them incredibly sensual to kiss. The fact that she was Ertai's mother added a special thrill to his experience. Just the thought of kissing his mother's lips filled Ertai with an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

His heart raced, and he eagerly and lustfully opened his mouth to envelop his mother's cherry lips, devouring and sucking them greedily. He would occasionally use his tongue to tease and lick her fragrant, smooth lips, making greedy "tsk tsk" sounds as he kissed her.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Under the stimulation of Ertai's kisses and sucking, Mother, who was still asleep, couldn't help but let out a sound similar to a sob. It was obvious that her red lips were trembling slightly in Ertai's mouth, and even her breathing in her sleep became uneven, a little flustered and disordered.

At this point, Ertai couldn't help but feel curious, wondering what was wrong with his mother. Why hadn't she woken up despite his bold and provocative teasing? She should have been awake long ago. Could it be... that she was pretending to be asleep?

This thought filled Ertai with fear. If it was really as he suspected, then... that would be a huge problem...

But then he reconsidered. Based on his understanding of his mother, she was an extremely virtuous woman. If she knew her son was teasing her in such a 'vulgar' way, she would be furious and wouldn't pretend to be asleep.

Then... what was the reason? Ertai grew increasingly suspicious. Unable to figure out the situation, he dared not continue teasing his mother. He slowly withdrew his mouth, intending to cover her with the blanket, but a casual glance caught sight of a soup bowl on the bedside table. Curious, Ertai picked it up and found half a bowl of soup inside, already cold, clearly leftovers from his mother.

However, the smell of the leftover soup perfectly explained Ertai's doubts. It turned out to be "cold-dispelling powder," a medicine specifically for treating colds and flu. However, it contained "sleeping pills," which would put the person into a deep sleep. Unless someone made a loud noise, the person wouldn't wake up until the effects wore off. "

So that's how it is... Wahaha!" Ertai was so excited he almost jumped for joy. His mother had drunk the "cold-dispelling powder" and fallen into a deep sleep. Then... wouldn't he be able to "do whatever he wanted"?

Overjoyed, Ertai hurriedly put the medicine bowl back on the bedside table, then reached into his robes and pulled out a pair of deep flesh-colored stockings, which he then returned to his mother's beautiful feet. 11-21 Chapter 121 Passion (Part Two)

Overjoyed, Ertai hurriedly placed the medicine bowl back on the bedside table, then reached into his robes and pulled out a pair of deep flesh-colored stockings. He then returned to his mother's beautiful feet.

Ertai's eyes fixed on his mother's beautiful feet again. They were white and tender, usually very well-protected; even the soles were white and soft to the touch. The well-shaped, fleshy forefeet and heels had a light pinkish hue. The delicate toes were long and neatly arranged, their carefully manicured toenails adorned with alluring bright red transparent nail polish. The white skin on the instep was like translucent jade, making her entire foot appear exquisite and delicate!

What beautiful young woman's feet!

Ertai's favorite type of woman's feet was this type. He began very gently to help his mother put on stockings. This was only the second time he had done this for a woman; the first time was for Consort Ling, so he had some experience this time. He first rolled the stockings into a ball, then slowly pulled them over his mother's toes, then over her insteps and heels, and finally gently pulled the stockings over her fair, slender legs. As he did so, he took the opportunity to rub his hands on her legs, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Soon, Ertai had put stockings on both of his mother's legs, playing with and caressing them. He then stared intently at his 'masterpiece' with burning eyes. And it must be said, his mother, with flesh-colored stockings on her legs, was incredibly alluring and captivating!

At this moment, she was only wearing a loose-fitting little bodice, a thin, tight, semi-transparent pair of panties, and a pair of deep flesh-colored, hazy stockings that had just been put on her beautiful legs, exuding an astonishing explosive power and allure.

Such captivating charm made Ertai 'furious,' almost consumed by lust. He grabbed his mother's stockinged legs and hugged them to his arms, playing with them while carefully observing them.

His mother's beautiful legs were already extremely beautiful and sexy, but now, under the cover of deep flesh-colored, semi-transparent stockings, they appeared even more delicate and alluring. Her tender, snow-white, jade-like thighs were round and full, especially the skin on the inner thighs exposed outside the stockings, a patch of pure white, which contrasted sharply with the pubic hair that lingered along the bottom of her panties, dazzlingly white and glossy black.

Her calves were long and shapely, with beautiful curves, encased in flesh-colored, semi-transparent stockings that almost blended into her skin. Her ankles were slender and delicate, her toes long and white, with slightly high arches. The subtle, rounded curves were utterly captivating, enough to make one's nose bleed. Her small, exquisite toes were gracefully curled, alluringly encased in a deeper layer of flesh-colored stockings.

Through the darker layer of stockings that lightly covered her toes, her full, well-proportioned but not soft toes were revealed. As Ertai kneaded them, they were squeezed tightly and then slightly separated. Her toenails, painted with bright red nail polish, were as red as blood, shimmering hazily within the stockings.

How could the young and impulsive Ertai possibly resist the perfect feet of his mother, this earthly beauty? At this moment, his only thought was to enjoy his mother's beautiful feet. He began to knead his mother's left foot with increasing force, starting from the heel and slowly moving through the arch to the toes, gradually applying pressure and rolling in a circular motion.

Because they didn't want to disturb the Fujin's afternoon nap, the courtyard outside was extremely quiet, but inside the house, the silence suddenly became almost oppressive. Only the faint sounds of Ertai's mother's sleeping breathing and Ertai's agitated, restless heartbeat could be heard.

He held his mother's beautiful foot in his arms, stroking and pressing it while glancing at his sleeping mother. His heart felt like it was on fire, his body burning, and electric currents surged through him, making him dizzy and disoriented. His sleeping mother seemed to be experiencing the pleasure emanating from his beautiful foot in her dream; her originally clear eyes even welled up with tears, making Ertai's eyes almost sparkle.

Ertai leaped onto the bed in his slippers, squatted down in front of his mother's beautiful feet, and pulled them between his thighs to knead them. His mother's toes were just lightly touching his penis.

His mother, perhaps sensing something amiss in her sleep, let out a soft "Mmm..." moan. This exquisite sound, like a celestial melody, caused Ertai's already swollen penis to grow even larger.

Ertai's breathing grew heavier, and his gaze towards his mother was intensely passionate, like a flash of lightning.

His mother, seemingly aware of what was happening, trembled slightly in her beautiful feet. Then Ertai felt that the feet he held in his hands were no longer stiff, but soft and relaxed.

Ertai was overjoyed. He held his mother's beautiful feet, straightening her knees so that her feet could touch his engorged member as much as possible. Feeling dizzy, he pulled his mother's stockinged right foot to his mouth. Gazing at this enchanting jade foot, he couldn't help but half-close his eyes, opening his mouth wide to take all five of his mother's stockinged toes into his mouth. He sucked, licked, teased, and tasted them with great relish, drooling profusely.

After the toe of the stocking was wet with his greedy saliva, Ertai took his mother's stockinged toes out of his mouth, then bit the toe between her thumb and forefinger, tearing a small hole in it with his slightly sharp teeth. He then used his teeth to pry the hole open, completely exposing his mother's five white jade-like toes to the air.

At this moment, his mother was still wearing flesh-colored stockings on her legs and beautiful feet, except for her toes, which were exposed. This unique stimulation of being half-revealed and half-concealed aroused Ertai's lust. He couldn't help but kiss his mother's jade-like toes, then put them in his mouth and sucked on them. After licking each toe, he gently licked her soles with his tongue, then his tongue skillfully moved over the arches. The alluring fragrance of her beautiful feet and the faint sour taste of soy sauce made Ertai's heart flutter. He sniffed hard, hoping to smell more of the scent.

His mother's beautiful feet were tickled and excited by Ertai's licking, and even in her deep sleep, she couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm..." The toes that Ertai was holding in his mouth instinctively twitched like snakes due to the stimulation, as if teasing Ertai's tongue. As a result, Ertai felt an even stronger stimulation and pleasure than before, and became more and more intoxicated as he sucked on his mother's toes one by one, as if in a dream.

Mother was being licked with great pleasure. Her face was flushed as she slept, her beautiful eyes brimming with desire. Ertai held her other slender foot and guided it to his crotch, gently pressing it against his erect penis, tapping it lightly, feeling incredibly pleasurable and comfortable.

Ertai sucked on Mother's beautiful foot while his eyes burned with desire at her beautiful figure. Suddenly, he noticed a tiny, faint wet patch in the center of her panties. He was overjoyed, thinking that even in her sleep, Mother was aroused by his caresses. That wet patch was a testament to her desire, an affirmation and encouragement of his actions.

Thinking this, Ertai was filled with fighting spirit, feeling as if he were doing something incredibly noble. He closed his eyes contentedly and put Mother's other silk-stockinged foot into his mouth to suck. Ertai pulled his mother's half-naked, beautiful foot, which had been licked, across his lower abdomen. He deftly untied the sash around her waistband, then slipped her foot into his trousers, separating her big toe and forefinger to clamp his erect penis, moving it up and down. Her heel pressed against his scrotum. Ertai was so aroused he almost cried out, sucking on her foot even more intensely.

"Ah...so hot..."

Even in her sleep, Ertai's teasing aroused a slight desire in his mother, causing her to utter soft, dreamlike moans. Her body trembled slightly, her hands unconsciously reaching for her breasts, gently scratching them with her fingers. It was clear she was extremely itchy from Ertai's stimulation and desperately needed to scratch to relieve the itch.

Although he knew that his mother was instinctively scratching her breasts to relieve the itch, rather than actively caressing him out of arousal, Ertai still felt extremely proud. Adding to his excitement was the fact that he noticed her nipples were already erect beneath her bodice. His

excitement intensified, and he increased the intensity of his movements, his fingers, which were manipulating his penis through his mother's toes, moving more and more violently, bringing him to the peak of pleasure time and time again. Ertai's face was pressed against his mother's soles, emitting erotic moans as he rubbed them passionately, vowing in his heart to make his beautiful mother his woman.

Envisioning the perfect union of his mother and his own, Ertai felt himself going mad. He lowered himself and embraced his mother's soft, graceful body, his mouth eagerly searching for her lips.

He kissed his mother's soft, pink lips deeply,

letting out a satisfied "Mmm..." as if releasing a long-suppressed, burning desire. His mother, beneath him, seemed to sense the surging lust within the young Ertai. The hardness of his penis pressing against her vulva caused her to instinctively tighten her legs in her sleep. Her already slightly moist vulva, aroused by passion, now gushed forth even hotter fluids.

Ertai, naturally, noticed this change in his mother. His right hand, trembling with heat, grasped her small hand, which was also trembling with instinctive passion, and he gripped his penis tightly, kneading it rapidly. Even through his trousers, Ertai felt a sudden, intensified stimulation; his uncontrollable lust blazed fiercely.

At the same time, his hand, which was around his mother's neck, slipped inside her bodice and grasped her full, tender breasts. Her nipples, already swollen and erect from previous teasing, were quickly flicked by Ertai's fingers, causing them to throb. Seemingly unable to withstand this stimulation, his sleeping mother's breathing quickened, her body went limp, and her legs clamped even tighter, instinctively and uncontrollably interlacing and rubbing together, as if trying to rub away the inexplicable surge of desire.

Ertai then freed his other hand, squeezing it between his mother's crossed legs and caressing her central honeypot.

"Ah...so good...harder...ah ah..." At this moment, with Ertai's movements, his sleeping mother suddenly felt as if she were sleepwalking and flying high in the sky. Her sexy toes, painted with bright red nail polish, instinctively curled, and soft, continuous moans escaped from her lips.

In a daze, Mother seemed to feel an irresistible heat coming from someone's palm. With the rise and fall of that hand, waves of heat emanated from her panties, making the front of them completely wet. The heat in her vagina made her feel an intense longing in her dream, a longing for the pleasure to come even more fiercely.

"So good...so good...faster...ahhh..."

Mother, who was sleeping soundly in her dream, kept uttering waves of sleep-talking. Ertai had already reached his hand to Mother's waist, wanting to pull down her already wet and stained panties.

Chapter 122 Passion (Part 3)

When Ertai's big hand went to pull down Mother's panties, Mother 'gurgled' as if she felt the stimulation from someone. Then her beautiful body turned over again, and Ertai, who was busy on Mother's body, was quite startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he knew his mother had taken a "cold-dispelling powder" and wouldn't wake up for a while, he still felt guilty and couldn't help but feel extremely uneasy. He quickly hid under the bed, and after a while, seeing his mother snoring again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me to death!"

Ertai patted his chest to calm his rapid and chaotic heartbeat. After calming his mind, he couldn't suppress his urge to explore her beauty. He couldn't help but place his hand on his mother's waist again, hardened his heart, and without hesitation, pulled down his mother's panties.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

He pulled his mother's panties down to her knees, his eyes fixed on the exquisite vulva before him. He thought to himself that seeing his mother's beautiful vulva was worth it, even if his mother found out and scolded him severely.

Ertai never imagined that his mother, who had given birth to two children, could still have such a beautiful vagina. It didn't look like a mature woman's vagina at all; it was comparable to that of young girls. He truly couldn't believe that Fulun was so lucky to marry such a stunning woman as his mother.

Some people say that a woman's beauty lies in her face and figure, but that's not true. The vagina is just as important, even more so than face and figure. Some women have excellent looks and figures, but once they get older or have given birth, their vaginas become dark and loose. Although their appearance remains beautiful and can still make men's hearts flutter, once they're in bed, they lose all interest in enjoying it.

But his mother was different. Although she was already a mature woman, she still retained her charm and radiance. What was even more precious was that her vulva was as radiant and beautiful as that of a virgin, dazzling and captivating. The pink and fresh labia, the delicate clitoris of varying sizes, the deep and alluring opening, the gently flowing vaginal fluid—everything about it was so alluring to Ertai.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, his heart pounding, his eyes burning. He could no longer bear the stimulation before him, and, as if possessed, he reached out and gently touched his mother's vulva.

"So beautiful, so soft, so warm..."

The vulva is a woman's most mysterious and important part, its sensation irreplaceable by any other organ. Even with just a slight touch, before he could fully appreciate it, Ertai couldn't help but praise it.

This wasn't just idle talk; only through personal experience could one truly understand the subtleties and differences. Ertai had already been intimate with many women, and in terms of appreciation and connoisseurship, he could be considered a connoisseur of vaginas. Even without using his penis to test it, just by feeling it with his fingers, he could tell that his mother's vagina was of the highest quality!

"Truly remarkable!"

Ertai couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, so engrossed in admiration that he forgot his own physical needs and desires until his manhood swelled violently, bringing him back to his senses.

His fingers slowly massaged his mother's beautiful vulva, hooking, teasing, scraping, flirting, and inserting in every way imaginable. His other hand vigorously rubbed her breasts, teasing and stroking her erect nipples until he felt her vulva was completely wet. Only then did he guide his penis and slowly move it towards her vulva!

During this process, Ertai was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was overjoyed. He exclaimed, "Heaven is helping me!" He could so easily enter his mother's body and enjoy himself. He closed his eyes slightly, staring intently at his mother's beautiful vulva, not wanting to look away for a moment, while slowly bringing his engorged penis closer...

"Hiss!" His hot glans gently touched the labia of his mother's vulva. The intense stimulation made him gasp. His glans also instinctively throbbed and pulsated with pleasure under this stimulation.

Ertai was incredibly excited. His mother's body was already in 'zero' contact with him. If he moved forward even slightly, he could directly possess her at 'negative' distance. The thought of soon enjoying his mother's body and making her his woman made Ertai want to jump for joy.

However, in his extreme pleasure, he had clearly forgotten the principle of 'extreme joy begets sorrow.' A woman's vulva is the most important part of her body not only because it can receive a man's touch and bear children, but also because it is connected to the eight extraordinary meridians and the central nervous system. Once this area is invaded by something, even a woman can feel it in her sleep.

As mentioned earlier, someone who has taken 'cold-dispelling powder' will fall into a deep sleep. Unless stimulated by something like banging drums or gongs, they can only wake up when the effects of the medicine wear off. But when a woman's most important vulva is stimulated by something, the stimulation is far more intense than that caused by banging drums or gongs.

Ertai's mother naturally sensed the stimulation. Her fair forehead suddenly furrowed, and her trembling body shuddered violently. She involuntarily let out a soft moan, "Ah...ah...ah..." that sounded like both pain and a groan.

Ertai, already on edge, though somewhat distracted by the alluring scene before him, still had keen senses. He suddenly realized his mother seemed to be waking up, so he quickly removed her stockings from her legs. Without even pulling up his trousers, he slipped into his mother's dressing room. As

soon as he left, his mother groggily opened her sleepy eyes, shook her drowsy head, and slowly sat up. Suddenly, her eyes fell upon her disheveled self.

Her bodice was undone, pushed up above her fair, full breasts. Her large breasts swayed as she sat up. Her panties were also pulled down to her knees, and her beautiful private parts were gushing with aroused fluids.

This… she was completely bewildered. Her eyes darted around quickly, but she didn't notice anyone entering. Her face flushed slightly, and she thought shyly, "I vaguely felt someone touch my body just now. Could it be that my body hasn't been touched in a long time, and the emptiness has made me have a wet dream?"

Hmm… There’s no one else in this room, it must be a wet dream… How embarrassing… I’m such a grown woman, yet I’m having wet dreams like a little girl in puberty… And… I even… masturbated…

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, she was convinced that she had just had a wet dream, and that she had even been masturbating in her dream. Embarrassed, she put her undergarment and panties back on, tying the ties with her small hands, and sighed wistfully, thinking to herself, “This dream was so short…” "...

Just as she put on a light veil, she heard a soft knock on the door. A maidservant hurried in and, seeing that the Lady was awake, happily said, "Lady, a maid from the Fu family has sent word that the Lady invites you to play cards."

The first "Lady" the maidservant referred to was Ertai's mother, and the second "Lady" was Fuheng's wife, the mother of the two brothers, Fu Chang'an and Fu Kang'an. In her youth, she was a beauty who captivated the equally young Emperor Qianlong.

Fuheng, at only twenty-nine years old, became a Grand Councilor, and in his thirties, he was granted the title of Prince by Emperor Qianlong. Therefore, his wife was the proper Lady! The so-called "playing cards" was simply the wives of officials gathering to play mahjong and dominoes when they were bored, hence the name "playing cards."

"Oh, I see. Go fetch a basin of clean water. I'll go to the Fu residence after I bathe,"

Jing Shu (a fictional name, not found, referring to Fu Lun's wife) instructed the maid. Her panties were soaked with the sticky fluid flowing from her aroused state, making her very uncomfortable.

"Yes,"

the maid replied crisply and then withdrew.

Seeing the maid leave, Jing Shu walked gracefully towards the dressing room where Ertai was hiding. Hearing footsteps, Ertai hurriedly hid behind the screen. Fortunately, his mother, Jing Shu, didn't come this way. Instead, she sat in front of the dressing mirror, looking at her flushed face, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. Perhaps… she was still reliving that 'spring dream'.

Ertai peeked out from behind the screen, admiring his mother's allure from behind. She was clad only in a milky-white undergarment and a pair of semi-transparent milky-white trousers, making her appear even more alluring and captivating than

if she were naked. His mother's back was fair and smooth, completely exposed to Ertai's eyes. The thin, delicate straps of the undergarment tied at the center of her back added to her seductive charm. The trousers were transparent and tight, accentuating her fair, plump buttocks, revealing glimpses of her white flesh and deep cleft. Her legs were long and shapely, instantly arousing lust. Her feet were exquisitely beautiful, her left foot gently crossed over her right, rubbing lightly, her toes, painted with bright red nail polish, playfully curling upwards, utterly captivating.

Coupled with the occasional sighs of his mother's melancholy, Ertai secretly vowed to make his beautiful, dignified, and sexy mother his woman, to cherish her and let her experience the long-lost pleasure and love...

A moment later, several maids entered the dressing room, each carrying a piece of cold water and a piece of boiling water. They slowly approached the screen, and Ertai hurriedly tried to hide again. However, the room was cramped, and there was nowhere to hide. His mother was sitting in front of the dressing mirror behind the screen; she could see him if he went out. Left with no other choice, Ertai hid behind the gauze curtain beside the bathtub.

The curtain was semi-transparent; even a fleeting glance would reveal Ertai's figure. Fortunately, the maids had no idea that a man was hiding in the princess's dressing room; they were busy adjusting the water temperature for her and didn't pay any attention to the curtain, not even glancing behind it out of the corner of their eyes.

Even so, Ertai still broke out in a cold sweat. If the maids discovered him, his mother would surely know that what he had just witnessed wasn't a dream... but rather the result of her son Ertai's audacious flirting and caresses.

He just wanted to leave this 'place of trouble' as soon as possible; even staying for a minute longer was torture. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the maids to adjust the water temperature. Several of them carried the empty basin out of the room, while the remaining two personal maids helped the princess towards the screen.

As soon as the princess's body passed behind the screen, Ertai darted out of the dressing room in a flash, the whole action swift and decisive, completely unnoticed.

Reaching the door, Ertai, who had been on edge with fear of being discovered, finally let out a long sigh of relief. Although he longed to see his mother's alluring figure while bathing, he couldn't bear the thought of forbidding it. If his mother discovered his inappropriate behavior, he would suffer the consequences, perhaps even a severe scolding and a rift with her. After all,

Ertai and Jingshu were mother and son. He couldn't rush things if he wanted Jingshu to become his woman. As the saying goes, "One must eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time, choose one's feelings one step at a time, and make love one step at a time!"

Although he hadn't succeeded today, Ertai was still quite satisfied. After all, he had gotten quite a bit out of his mother, hadn't he? Furthermore, he now knew about his mother's sorrows and anxieties, which would give him a great opportunity to 'take advantage' in the future!

Hehehe!

Chapter 123 Pre-Battle Deployment

It was already evening when Ertai left the Fu family. He rode a fast horse to the Nine Gates Commander's camp. The guards at the gate, seeing that it was Fu Lun's second son, Fu Ertai, hurriedly knelt down to pay their respects, "This humble servant greets Second Master Fu!"

"No need, no need."

Ertai leaped off his horse, handed the reins to the soldier, and then quickly walked towards the Commander's tent.

Upon entering the tent, he saw his father, Fu Lun, seated high on the General's throne, with the Deputy Commander, General, Lieutenant General, Lieutenant Colonel, Commander-in-Chief, and Garrison Commander seated on either side. These were all Fu Lun's trusted confidants, whom Ertai also knew. Seeing him enter, they quickly stood up to greet him.

Although many of these people held official positions higher than Ertai, they dared not underestimate him, for Ertai was the son of their superior.

Moreover, setting aside Ertai's status as a son of a high-ranking official, Ertai himself was not to be underestimated at this time. He was a favorite of Emperor Qianlong, the Empress Dowager, and Consort Ling, a rising star in the Qianlong court, even more powerful than Fukang'an and Heshen (in normal history, Heshen was just born at this time, but novels and TV dramas inevitably contain embellishments, so please don't take it too seriously).

However, Ertai was humble and would not act arrogantly in front of these military officers in charge of the capital's garrison. In accordance with the etiquette of the Qing Dynasty, he greeted each of the military officers present, which earned him a lot of compliments. They all said that Master Fu was indeed worthy of being from a military family, like father, like son, and that his family upbringing was excellent. Ertai smiled and thanked them.

After exchanging greetings, Fu Lun rose from his general's seat, stepped aside, and cupped his fists towards Ertai, saying, "Ertai, please take the seat!"

Seeing his father Fu Lun's gesture, Ertai felt a surge of emotion. He knew his father was openly advocating for him, fearing that these seasoned military officers, who had spent years on the front lines, might not respect him because of his youth and lack of merit. Furthermore, the Fu family had been loyal and virtuous for generations, strictly adhering to the Qing Dynasty's etiquette. Ertai, carrying the Empress Dowager's decree, was entitled to be invited to take the seat by Fu Lun out of respect and reverence for the Empress Dowager, much like how one's parents would kneel before a concubine returning home.

However, Ertai was a transmigrator, and he followed a different set of etiquette. In his mind, with his father present, there was no reason for him to take the seat; otherwise, he would be punished by heaven!

So he quickly bowed and replied, "Father, please take the seat of honor."

Seeing Ertai's firm and unwavering expression, Fu Lun wanted to persuade him further, but he couldn't insist any longer. Fortunately, Ertai had already made his stance clear and didn't care about seating arrangements. So he sat down again and ordered someone to add a stool to his left, inviting Ertai to take the seat of honor.

The generals didn't show the slightest surprise at Fu Lun's arrangement. Fu Lun had just explained to everyone that Ertai was acting on the Empress Dowager's orders to temporarily take over the command of the Admiral's camp, and all the generals would obey Ertai's commands. Whether the generals were truly convinced or not was something only they knew. Ertai didn't care much. Besides, as long as he captured the Red Lotus Sect rebels in one fell swoop and made a great contribution, why would he worry about the generals not genuinely respecting him?

He bowed slightly to Furen in gratitude, then strode confidently and without shame to the high platform, sitting down beside Furen with an air of commanding presence.

Following Furen's polite gesture, Ertai cleared his throat and began to speak eloquently about his plans and deployments. His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, without the slightest hesitation, clearly demonstrating his confidence and mastery.

Seeing Ertai's performance, many military officers present muttered to themselves, "No wonder Ertai is favored by the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and Consort Ling. His composed and boastful demeanor is reminiscent of his father. If a mere lad were to replace Ertai in this setting, he would be stammering with nervousness, unable to utter a word. How could he possibly discuss military strategy in front of us, officers who live on the edge of a sword?" However, a few harbored disdain, thinking to themselves, "Hmph, is he just all talk and no action?" "A mere showy spearhead is fine, but real fighting requires real skill, not just empty talk from a scholar!"

Ertai said enthusiastically, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his point. However, his sharp eyes constantly swept across the faces of the crowd, guessing their thoughts quite accurately. He naturally sensed that several people seemed unconvinced by him, but he paid particular attention to one person: the renowned General Agui of the Qianlong era, who was now among those 'unconvinced' by Ertai.

"General Agui!"

Ertai called out to Agui as he stood up after finishing his overall plan.

"Your subordinate is here!"

At this moment, Agui was the commander-in-chief of the Nine Gates Admiral's Camp. He was originally a Grand Councilor, but because of his fiery temperament, he always contradicted the ambitious and extravagant Emperor Qianlong, and thwarted Qianlong's plans to build a large garden several times, which angered Qianlong, who then demoted him three ranks to the position of commander-in-chief of the Nine Gates Admiral's Camp.

Hearing Ertai's address, Agui stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and replied loudly, displaying an air of arrogance and self-importance.

"Hehe, General Agui truly deserves his reputation as a general who has repeatedly achieved great military exploits. Just looking at your imposing manner, I have nothing but admiration for you."

Ertai praised with a smile. These words came from the bottom of his heart. Back then, Nian Gengyao was undoubtedly the greatest general of the Yongzheng era. He commanded 300,000 troops to quell the rebellion in the Northwest. Over the years, he lost a total of 120,000 soldiers. On the other hand, Agui led 185,000 troops to the Northwest and quelled the rebellion in less than a year. On the day of his triumphant return, he brought back 171,000 soldiers, with a mere 14,000 casualties. He can be called a divine general!

Therefore, Ertai felt only a growing respect and admiration for Agui. His demeanor and tone unconsciously revealed this reverence for General Agui. However, the straightforward and proud Agui paid no heed, replying calmly, "Second Master Fu, you flatter me. Agui doesn't deserve your praise."

"Hehe, General Agui, there's no need for such modesty. I think everyone here truly admires you. Think of the pacification of the Dzungars in the west, the southern campaigns against the Greater and Lesser Jinchuan—which battle could have been fought without your command?"

Ertai, eager to befriend Agui, unconsciously revealed a hint of flattery and obsequiousness in his words.

If he had said this to anyone else, they would have been flattered and eager to curry favor. After all, to gain the appreciation of Ertai, a rising star and the most favored man in the Qianlong Emperor's court, was an immense honor.

However, A-Gui was different from others. He wasn't particularly interested in Ertai's attempts to be friendly, and his tone remained indifferent as he said, "That's because our Emperor is wise and mighty, with all barbarians submitting and bandits trembling in fear. I, A-Gui, am merely a beacon of divine favor."

"Uh..."

Ertai was taken aback and felt somewhat displeased. Since he transmigrated, everyone had fawned over him to the extreme, unlike A-Gui, who remained unmoved. However, despite his inner annoyance, he didn't show it on his face and laughed, "Hehe, General A-Gui, let's not dwell on the past. Let's just talk about the present. How dare those mere Red Lotus Sect bandits rebel against us? This is intolerable! I order you to lead ten thousand personal guards as a mobile force and execute my deployment!"

"Your subordinate obeys."

A-Gui's expression remained aloof, and he responded crisply. He then said nothing more, and without even glancing at Ertai, he turned and walked straight out of the tent.

Seeing his rather arrogant demeanor, the generals present were all somewhat displeased. Even Fu Lun, standing next to Ertai, showed his displeasure. After all, Ertai was his son, and Fu Lun was also embarrassed by Agui's disrespect towards Ertai.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the tent had become somewhat awkward, Ertai smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Haha, General Agui is just like that. Even the Emperor can't do anything about him. Let's continue our discussion. After all, important matters are more important."

"Hehe, Master Fu is absolutely right. General Agui is just that stubborn, haha."

"Yes, yes—"

The generals chimed in, and the atmosphere became lively again. They discussed the later deployments and arrangements with Ertai, and Ertai responded to the generals with a smile and an enthusiastic expression. Fu Lun, standing to the side, secretly observed the second son beside him with great interest, muttering to himself, "This second son of mine is really good at hiding his talents. I used to feel that he was like Erkang's shadow, his brilliance completely overshadowed by Erkang. But now, looking at his shrewdness and cunning, he is probably no less than the scheming Heshen. It seems that gold will always shine, and it can't be hidden!"...

After leaving the tent, Agui quickly mustered his soldiers, then mounted a warhorse and, in an orderly and efficient manner, directed his soldiers to follow Ertai's plan to infiltrate the official road in South China in batches and along different routes.

Having studied military strategy since childhood and spent half his life on the battlefield, he was a master strategist, a true genius in tactics and tactics. Enemies often felt fear and trepidation at the mere mention of his name. His numerous victories and illustrious achievements fostered an arrogant and proud personality in him. When his stubbornness flared, he dared to defy even the Emperor, let alone Ertai, who had achieved nothing and only rose through the Empress Dowager's favor.

However, despite his arrogance towards Ertai, Agui highly approved of Ertai's military strategy, considering it brilliant and the best possible plan. Moreover, if the plan didn't suit Agui's taste, he would have vehemently rejected it long ago, regardless of Ertai's wishes. In his mind, the key to military success was to achieve the greatest victory with the least loss!

Because of his approval of Ertai's plan, he carried out Ertai's military orders without question, swiftly deploying his ten thousand soldiers to the South China official road, deliberately leaving some clues along the way.

Meanwhile, the Red Lotus Sect's spies in Zhili reported back to Beitang, saying, "Reporting to the leader, we've discovered that the Nine Gates Admiral's soldiers have disguised themselves as ordinary farmers and are secretly infiltrating the South China official road. Their numbers are approximately ten thousand."

"How did you discover this?"

Leader Han Yun stood up, frowning as he asked.

"It was truly a stroke of luck for the Red Lotus Sect. Although the soldiers were dressed as farmers, a sudden gust of wind blew open the clothes of many, revealing the Green Standard Army uniforms underneath,"

the spy replied.

"Very good, continue investigating! If this succeeds, I will reward you handsomely."

Hearing the spy's reply, Han Yun's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes, Master."

The informant happily accepted the order and left.

After the informant left, Han Yun paced excitedly around the room, clapping his hands together and muttering to himself with delight, "Truly, heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping the Red Lotus Sect! Haha, I guessed it right! The South China official road is just a decoy. The Empress Dowager will definitely take the North China official road back to the palace."

"Your subordinates wish Master a resounding victory and a swift success!"

The three hall masters of the branch had initially thought there was something fishy about the matter, but dared not disobey Han Yun because he was so eager to make a great contribution. Now, after hearing the informant's report, all their doubts disappeared, and they stood up, cupping their fists in flattery to Han Yun.

"Hahaha."

Hearing his subordinates' flattery, Han Yun laughed excitedly, as if the Empress Dowager was already firmly in his grasp. "Once I capture the Empress Dowager and achieve a great feat, the Sect Leader will surely be pleased and reward me handsomely, promoting me. And you will all be rewarded as well, hahaha..."

"Thank you for your promotion, Master!"

The three hall masters were also beaming. Damn, they could collect their rewards again! Wahaha! To hell with the great cause, the overthrow of the Qing and the restoration of the Ming, the saving of the common people! Only the hard-earned money is real!

Before long, an informant rushed in, cupped his fists, and said, "Reporting to the leader, the Empress Dowager is confirmed to be returning to the palace the day after tomorrow, and judging from the ceremonial procession and carriages they've prepared, she will only be escorted by a few hundred guards." "Good, good, good, hahaha!"

Han Yun clapped his hands and said "good" three times, clearly feeling extremely pleased!

He then waved for his spies to continue gathering intelligence, while he himself composed himself and solemnly gave orders to the three hall masters. Although time was tight, Han Yun managed to mobilize approximately seven thousand men from the Zhili region with a single command. He personally led the two hall masters of the East and West Halls, along with five thousand men, to intercept and assassinate the Empress Dowager on the North China official road. The assassination attempt was to take place near Xishan Temple on the North China official road. This location was remote, far from the inner city and the Qianlong Emperor's capital army camp. Regardless of which camp sent reinforcements, it would take two hours for them to arrive. In two hours, five thousand men against a mere few hundred would be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

However, the five or six thousand Green Standard Army soldiers secretly lying in ambush along the official road in South China were a cause for concern for Han Yun. Although South China and North China were separated by dozens of streets, if a large army arrived quickly, it wouldn't take more than half an hour. Whether they could successfully abduct the Empress Dowager was uncertain.

Therefore, he dispatched Scarface, the leader of the Northern Hall, to personally lead two thousand Red Lotus Sect members to guard the two intersections leading from the South China official road to the North China official road. As long as they could successfully hold off the government troops for an hour, even if the government troops eventually rushed over, it would be of no use. The Empress Dowager was already firmly in his grasp. ...

While Han Yun was deploying his troops and feeling smug, Ertai was also stepping up his preparations. Under the cover of night, he secretly returned to Xishan Temple, waiting for the next day to wipe out the Red Lotus Sect's rebels hiding in Zhili.

Chapter 124 Take Down These Scoundrels (Part 1)

The Red Lotus Sect had spies in secret, and so did Ertai. Lian Gui had already reported everything his men had gathered to Ertai. After listening, a playful smile appeared on Ertai's lips. "Hehe, seven thousand men! That means the entire Red Lotus Sect's rebel faction in Zhili has come out in full force, right?" "Even if they didn't come out in full force, it's close enough," Lian Gui

said with a sinister smile.

"Then let's wipe them all out in one fell swoop, hahaha!"

Ertai laughed loudly, thinking that with this achievement in hand, he could easily secure the title of Imperial Envoy. Afterward, he could take the opportunity to meet the charming Xia Yuhe and Xia Ziwei, mother and daughter, at Daming Lake. Who knows, he might even achieve a 'two birds with one stone' feat! How wonderful, exhilarating, wonderful, and delightful!

Wahahaha! ...

Time flies like water, and a day quickly slips through our fingers. Finally, the day for the Empress Dowager to return to the palace arrived. At dawn, Ertai arrived at the courtyard where the "Empress Dowager" resided. Entering the room, he addressed Rong Mama, who was dressed as the Empress Dowager, saying, "I promised Her Majesty the Empress that I would save your life, but whether you survive depends on your fate!"

"Thank you so much, Second Master Fu, for saving my life!

I am deeply grateful," Rong Mama stammered, looking at Ertai with fear. She had suffered greatly under Ertai's control, and was also afraid that the Red Lotus Rebellion's daggers would be merciless, and that she herself would be unlucky enough to become a victim of their blades!

"Damn it, behave yourself! You look like a coward! You have none of the Empress Dowager's dignity or bearing! If you wanted me, I would have granted your wish right now!"

Seeing Rong Mama's timid and trembling appearance, Ertai was immediately enraged and cursed viciously.

"Yes, yes, Master Fu, this servant dares not, dares not—"

Upon hearing that Ertai wanted to kill her, Rong Mama was terrified and hurriedly begged for mercy, while taking several deep breaths to suppress her anxiety and try her best not to tremble with fear.

"Hmph! You old scoundrel!"

Ertai scolded her angrily, then instructed the maids, "You must take good care of Rong Momo when the time comes, understand?"

"Yes, Second Master Fu, we understand."

The four maids replied crisply, indicating that they understood Ertai's meaning. Thinking about it, it made sense. The Empress Dowager had long been accustomed to the intrigues of the palace and had long since developed the ability to remain calm in the face of danger, unlike Rong Momo who was timid, weak, and cowardly. They had to take good care of her to prevent her from embarrassing herself and revealing her true colors.

After the arrangements were made, the head eunuch, Eunuch Gao, announced in his hoarse voice, "The Empress Dowager is returning to the palace!"

Then there was a series of crisp cracking of whips, the musicians of the honor guard played music, the flag bearers raised the banners, and the guards stood tall and proud.

With all preparations complete, Ertai personally escorted the "Empress Dowager" down the mountain. At the foot of the mountain, the abbot and a group of monks stood on either side. Upon seeing the "Empress Dowager" descend, Abbot Huimo greeted her, saying, "Amitabha,

this old monk respectfully sees the Empress Dowager off." "Enough,"

Rong Momo said, forcing herself to remain calm, using the Empress Dowager's usual tone and demeanor.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Huimo replied.

Ertai then personally went to the imperial palanquin, where eunuchs had already prepared the steps. Ertai lifted the curtain, helped the Empress Dowager onto the palanquin, lowered the curtain, and then nodded to Eunuch Gao. The latter understood and shouted, "The Empress Dowager is returning to the capital!"

As soon as the words left her lips, another clatter of whips erupted, followed by the playing of musicians and the waving of flags. The large contingent slowly proceeded, reaching a fork in the road, where the main force headed towards the official North China road. All of this had already been observed by spies of the Red Lotus Sect, who reported it to Han Yun, who was hidden among the onlookers. An excited Han Yun turned to his two hall masters behind him and said, "Sure enough, the Empress Dowager's entourage is indeed taking the official North China road, and there are only a few hundred people accompanying her."

Upon hearing this, the two hall masters breathed a sigh of relief, then filled with joy. Excitedly rubbing their hands together, they secretly signaled to their subordinates hidden in the crowd that everything should proceed according to plan. The leaders understood and squeezed through the crowd to give their orders.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the Empress Dowager's entourage slowly entered the official road of North China. From the street entrance, the streets and the two-story buildings on both sides were densely packed with people, all ordinary citizens who had come to pay homage to the Empress Dowager. When the people saw the imperial carriage in the center, they all knelt down and shouted in unison, "Long live the Empress Dowager! Long live the Empress Dowager!"

Every time the imperial carriage passed a place, the people around it knelt down and shouted, "Long live the Empress Dowager! Long live the Empress Dowager!" The voices rose higher and higher, truly living up to the saying, "The villagers are so enthusiastic!" Meanwhile, the Red Lotus Sect members, hidden in the crowd, looked solemn, each one reaching into their robes, waiting for the signal to leap out of the crowd and start a massacre to capture the Empress Dowager and the other empresses.

Ertai, riding a tall horse, stood guard on either side of the imperial carriage, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, secretly checking for suspicious bandits. He noticed several people whose eyes were darting towards the Empress Dowager's carriage. Judging from the aura emanating from them, these men were likely experts from the Red Lotus Sect, tasked with capturing the Empress Dowager. He couldn't help but become more cautious.

The procession moved slowly, and after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they finally reached the center of the North China official road. The people prostrated themselves in worship, shouting loudly. Suddenly, three colorful lights shot into the sky from the rear of the crowd, exploding in mid-air. The sound drowned out the shouts of the people. Not only were the people startled, but even the horses in the procession were frightened, raising their hooves and neighing in panic!

Immediately following, three loud explosions rang out, and the suspicious individuals Ertai had previously noticed suddenly pushed their way through the crowd, leaping into the air and using their light-footed skills to traverse the void, flying towards the Empress Dowager's phoenix carriage.

Then, countless firecrackers exploded, and countless men, densely packed together, shed their civilian clothes, revealing black night-clothes hidden beneath, their faces covered with black veils and masks, and squeezed out of the crowd.

Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of assassins, the crowd erupted in chaos, horses neighing, and the people, terrified, scattered in panic as they saw the gleaming steel blades in the assassins' hands.

"Heaven has bestowed righteousness, aids the weak and poor, drives out the Tartars, and restores our Great Ming! The Red Lotus Sect is here to eliminate the traitors. Those who are not involved, leave immediately, or don't blame the swords and spears

for their indiscriminate killing!" The Red Lotus Sect's musicians shouted loudly, urging the people to leave quickly and not get in their way.

"Damn it, what a show-off. They even have a whole set of fancy words. What righteousness from heaven, what restoration of our Great Ming? If they want to rebel and become emperor, they should just say so!"

Ertai spat disdainfully.

At this moment, the Red Lotus Sect rebels, specifically tasked with capturing the Empress Dowager, leaped to the front of the carriage, brandishing their weapons and fiercely engaging the guards protecting it. The guards, caught completely off guard by the audacity of assassins attempting to kill the Empress Dowager in broad daylight, were utterly unprepared. The Red Lotus Sect assassins, on the other hand, had meticulously planned and executed their attack. In this disparity, the guards were already at a disadvantage. Coupled with their inferior martial arts skills and hasty response, they were quickly killed by the highly skilled Red Lotus Sect members.

Seeing the Empress Dowager's guards fall, the guards at the front and back of the procession hastily drew their swords to 'protect' her, but were immediately entangled by thousands of black-clad men who suddenly leaped from the crowd. In an instant, the entire procession descended into chaos.

"Don't panic, everyone... Protect the Emperor... Protect the Emperor..."

Seeing the scene descend into chaos, and the Empress Dowager about to be captured by those fierce assassins, Ertai was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface he feigned great alarm, shouting loudly. However, although his voice was loud, it was drowned out by the clamor, the deafening drumbeats, the shouts, and the sounds of killing, like a small stone thrown into a raging sea, not even causing a ripple.

"Damn it, protect the Emperor... protect the Emperor!"

Ertai shouted hoarsely, even he himself couldn't help but laugh at his own feigned panic.

The one inside the imperial carriage was Rong Momo; it would be better if she were stabbed to death by these rebels.

"Brothers, kill! Quickly finish this!"

Han Yun, who was directing the battle, had his eyes shining with excitement. He hadn't expected the guards around the Empress Dowager to be so incompetent. His side had so easily killed the guards protecting the Empress Dowager's carriage, and they were on the verge of capturing the Empress Dowager. He roared with joy, "Kill! Kill! Kill! A reward of ten thousand taels of silver will be given to whoever captures the Empress Dowager alive!"

"Roar! Kill!" A great

reward always brings forth brave men. Upon hearing their leader mention the ten thousand taels of silver, the Red Lotus Sect members were like they had been injected with chicken blood and taken stimulants. They fought desperately, swinging their steel swords and killing the guards. Soon, they had routed the hundreds of imperial guards, leaving them in disarray and in complete chaos!

"Damn it, protect the emperor..."

Seeing the procession scattered, Ertai feigned panic and frantic shouts, but no one could hear him. He could only spur his horse and ride in front of the imperial carriage, blocking the several highly skilled assassins.

'Clang! Clang! Clang!' Ertai, wielding his sword, clashed with the assassins, the weapons striking each other with a series of ear-piercing sounds. Because the assassins were spurred by the prospect of ten thousand taels of gold, they were all fighting with all their might. Their steel blades struck Ertai's sword, sending sparks flying, even in the bright sunlight!

Several men fought with all their might, but Ertai remained unfazed. Against an opponent of such strength, even dozens wouldn't be enough to fill his teeth! He used only three-tenths of his strength, yet he could easily maneuver among them, neither killing them nor letting them touch a hair on his head. If the Empress Dowager were truly in the phoenix carriage, these incompetent assassins would be killed by Ertai's sword in seconds!

Seeing their attacks fail, the men grew increasingly anxious. One, greedy and reckless, suddenly shifted his body, using his companion's cover to circle behind Ertai, brandishing his steel blade, intending to deliver a fatal blow from behind. "Qing Dynasty lackey, die!"

he sneered, his steel blade poised to cleave Ertai in two.

*Thud!* In that split second, the man suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick blood. With a clang, the steel knife he had raised high mysteriously fell to the ground. As the knife hit the ground, the man's body swayed, and he fell dead.

A gash appeared on the man's neck, as if slashed by a sharp blade. Thick blood gushed from the gash, and then the man's head was severed from his body, rolling around. Hiss!

The men who were standing before Ertai, trembling with him, had been sneering, believing their companion who had circled behind him would kill him with a single blow. They thought that if they killed Ertai, they could rush into the palace and capture the Empress Dowager—that was ten thousand taels of glittering gold!

But just a second later, the smug smirks on their faces vanished abruptly, as if frozen in place, replaced by intense astonishment and fear. They couldn't help but gasp repeatedly, "Too terrifying, too terrifying—" They

hadn't even seen how Ertai made his move, nor how their companion was killed; they only saw their companion's gruesome and horrifying death, and a surge of urge to fight arose within them.

'Swish!' Another muffled sound of a blade slicing through a throat rang out. Another man, trembling with fear as he gripped his knife, was struck dead by Ertai's blade, his head severed from his body, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Ah…"

The remaining men screamed in terror, none daring to face Ertai directly. Gold was important, but one had to be alive to spend it!

They considered retreating, but Ertai grew ever more ferocious, relentlessly entangled them, refusing to let them escape. Just then, a loud roar rang out, "You all hurry and capture the Empress Dowager! Hand this man over to me!"

The owner of this voice was none other than Han Yun. He had been engrossed in fighting with the imperial guards and hadn't noticed Ertai's actions, much less witnessed Ertai's brutal killing of two of his trusted men. After killing another guard, he suddenly saw that the branch's experts were being held up by Ertai alone and unable to intercept the Empress Dowager. He was instantly enraged and, while roaring, flew over to help!

In his eyes, Ertai was just a handsome pretty boy, and his skills were nowhere near those of Han Yun, who was ranked among the top five in the Red Lotus Sect. The only reason Ertai was able to hold up his several experts was because he was focused on rescuing the Empress Dowager and had unleashed his potential. As long as he took action, he would make this man regret ever being born!

"Ah! Die!"

Han Yun's lightness skill was superb. In a few flashes, he rushed behind Ertai and then suddenly thrust his precious sword forward.

This strike was infused with all his strength, powerful and sharp. A whistling wind howled, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds, as if the surrounding air itself had been torn apart by the blade! The

'Wind-Splitting Blade' truly lived up to its name!

Chapter 125 Taking Down These Scoundrels (Part Two)

At this moment, Ertai was busy parrying the moves of several Red Lotus Sect experts in front of him, seemingly completely unprepared for the Wind-Splitting Blade behind him. When the powerful blade suddenly arrived, Ertai suddenly swayed and fell off his horse!

"Ah..."

Ertai fell from his horse, clutching his back in pain and howling, rolling on the ground.

Seeing that he had wounded Ertai, who was blocking their capture of the Empress Dowager, with a single strike, Han Yun was overjoyed. He inwardly scoffed, "Everyone says the Fu brothers are exceptionally skilled in martial arts. It seems the rumors are indeed unreliable. Such incompetent fools, I don't know how they became imperial guards. Looks like they're only getting there because of the Fu family's protection."

But outwardly, he shouted loudly, "I've wounded Fu Ertai, the court's henchman! Brothers, kill him!"

Hearing their leader say he had assassinated the enemy leader, Fu Ertai, they roared with excitement, feeling as if they were suddenly filled with inexhaustible strength, frantically hacking and slashing at the guards in front of them.

On the other hand, Ertai's side, upon hearing that Ertai had been wounded by the enemy leader, turned ashen-faced, utterly devoid of fighting spirit. Faced with an enemy force dozens of times their size, they were either wounded or fled, completely routed!

Seeing that the situation was settled, Han Yun glanced disdainfully at Ertai before rushing into the imperial carriage. He saw Rong Mama, dressed in a qipao, and, having never seen the Empress Dowager's face, mistook Rong Mama for her. Excitedly, he grabbed Rong Mama by the collar and lifted her up.

"Help! Help! Someone help me..."

Seeing the menacing Han Yun holding her in mid-air, Rong Mama was terrified, trembling all over, her arms and legs flailing helplessly in the air.

"Useless trash!"

Han Yun spat on the 'Empress Dowager's' face and cursed mockingly, "What a piece of trash! No wonder these soldiers are so useless. Like master, like servant."

He then lifted the 'Empress Dowager' from the imperial carriage, leaped onto the roof, and shouted to the crowd, pointing at the 'Empress Dowager' in his hands, "The Empress Dowager is in my hands! Brothers, follow me!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Hearing their leader say they had captured the Empress Dowager, thousands of men shouted excitedly, their voices deafening, feeling immense satisfaction. They then shielded their leader in the middle and fled north along the pre-arranged route, where reinforcements were already waiting.

However, they hadn't gone far when a sentry rushed in, panicked, reporting, "Leader, something terrible has happened! The street corner is full of soldiers!"

"What? Soldiers? Which soldiers?"

Han Yun was startled and immediately asked.

"I don't know!"

the sentry stammered.

"Damn it, you useless piece of trash!"

Han Yun slapped the sentry hard across the face, then roared at his men, "The rear guard becomes the front guard, change course to the south side of the street!"

"Report..."

another sentry reported, "Master, the south side of the street is also swarming with government troops."

"What?"

Han Yun was stunned, unsure how to respond. Immediately afterward, reports came from sentries on the east and west sides of the street, saying that their forces were surrounded by government troops from all sides, numbering no less than tens of thousands!

In reality, the actual number was only twenty thousand, but the sentries were panicked, seeing only a dense mass of government troops in front of them, and thus assumed it was tens of thousands.

Hearing his men's reports, Han Yun was utterly bewildered. He pounded his forehead, lamenting his bad luck, while simultaneously wondering where these tens of thousands of people had come from? Were they heavenly soldiers descended to earth?

However, the situation was critical, and he couldn't afford to think too much. He steeled himself and was about to shout to his men to break through the encirclement when he heard the West Hall Master beside him say, "Master, it's just a few tens of thousands. Even if they send a hundred thousand, hundreds of thousands, or millions, what can they do? The Empress Dowager is in our hands; they wouldn't dare do anything to us."

"That's right!"

Upon hearing what the West Hall Master said, Han Yun slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "How could I have forgotten that? With the Empress Dowager on my side, who can do anything to me?" He then burst into smug laughter.

Watching his master's reaction, the West Hall Master shook his head, secretly sighing inwardly. People often say that those who achieve great things remain calm in chaos, unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before them. But Han Yun, so flustered and indecisive—how could he possibly achieve anything great?

"Sigh..."

The West Hall Master couldn't help but glance again at the 'Empress Dowager' being held by Han Yun, and then at the wet patch on the ground beneath her. He shook his head and sighed even more. This woman was even more tasteless. She was the Empress Dowager of a country, yet she was so scared that she wet her pants...

After hearing the Hall Master's reminder, Han Yun laughed and shouted to his men, "Brothers, don't panic! The Empress Dowager is in our hands. They can't do anything to us. They'll have to obediently send us away, hahaha!"

"The Leader is wise! The Leader is wise! The Leader is wise!"

Upon hearing the Leader mention the Empress Dowager, the Red Lotus Sect members immediately felt relieved. They thought that the Empress Dowager's life was far more precious than all of their lives combined. With her in their hands, their lives were safe.

Meanwhile, the magistrate of the county along the official road in North China learned from his subordinates that the Empress Dowager had been assassinated.

He was so shocked that he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, impossible to wipe away. He stammered, "This...this matter...is...really..."

"Sir, how many heads do I have to joke about this?"

the servant replied anxiously and dejectedly.

"Then...how...what...what...to...do...what...to...do..."

This magistrate, usually a quick-witted man, suddenly became tongue-tied upon hearing that the Empress Dowager had been assassinated within his jurisdiction. He was utterly terrified. If anything were to happen to the Empress Dowager, he would be in deep trouble; death by a thousand cuts would be the least of his worries, and his entire family might be exterminated!

Damn it, why did this bad luck have to happen to me? I have to run for my life.

Thinking of the magistrate suddenly scrambling to his feet, making a move to gather his valuables and flee for his life, the clerk, seeing his distraught appearance, hurriedly approached and asked, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"What...what...what...can...do...?Of...of course...I'm...fleeing... "

The magistrate glared at the clerk and roared unhappily, "Get...get...out of my sight... "

"Sir, it's alright if I get out of your way, but this whole world belongs to the emperor, where can you run to?" the

clerk reminded him with a pale face. The

magistrate abruptly stopped, turned around and looked at the clerk, and shouted, "Speak...speak down..."

"Sir, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but if you run away, what was originally a small matter will become a big one. Think about it, if the emperor finds out that you only care about your own escape and don't care about the Empress Dowager's life or death, that will be adding insult to injury."

the clerk said, his face flushed.

"What can we do? I only have a mere one hundred constables, not even enough to fill the teeth of the rebels!"

the magistrate said, his face contorted with tears, thinking that his best course of action was to flee for his life.

"My lord," the advisor advised, "listen to me. The most urgent matters now are, firstly, to send someone to immediately notify the palace and inform the Emperor, and secondly, to send someone to notify the garrisons in various regions to rush to the rescue. As for you, you should at least lead your constables to the scene, at least to show your determination to save

the Emperor. "

The magistrate, upon thinking it over, agreed and stopped stammering. He patted the clerk on the shoulder and praised, "You're the clever one! Let's do it your way. Men, come and help me rescue the Empress Dowager!"

Even without the magistrate's announcement, the news had already reached the palace. After all, in broad daylight, under the bright sky, in the prosperous reign of Emperor Qianlong, for rebels to dare openly kidnap the Empress Dowager was a serious matter; few would dare to remain silent.

Emperor Qianlong was currently discussing matters with several ministers in the Southern Study. Upon hearing this, he flew into a rage. *Smash!* He angrily smashed a teacup, disregarding his imperial image, and cursed, "You scoundrels! You're utterly audacious! Men, I will personally rescue the Empress Dowager!"

"No, absolutely not, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing that Qianlong intended to personally rescue the Empress Dowager, the ministers knelt and pleaded.

"Don't try to persuade me! Get out of my way! If the Empress Dowager... I won't forgive you!"

Seeing his ministers trying to dissuade him, Qianlong was furious. He was a filial son, and hearing that the Empress Dowager was in trouble, he was extremely anxious and wished he could sprout wings and fly to her side immediately.

"No, Your Majesty, you must reconsider!"

Heshen knelt down again and pleaded.

"Reconsider my ass! The Empress Dowager could fall into the enemy's hands at any moment. How can I be at ease? If you try to persuade me again, I will kill you all!"

Qianlong roared at his ministers. Since becoming emperor, Qianlong's personality had become strange. Actually, this was not surprising. He was a womanizer, and now that he had lost his manhood, of course he was feeling awkward.

As they spoke, Qianlong tried to force his way out, but Heshen and his entourage blocked the doorway, resolutely refusing to let him out. "Your Majesty, even if I die, I will not let you leave this door!"

"Heshen!"

Qianlong glared at Heshen and shouted, "Are you trying to rebel?"

"This servant dares not!"

Heshen knelt and kowtowed.

"Since you dare not, then get out of my way!"

Qianlong roared.

"No, if you insist on saving the Empress Dowager, then step over this servant's dead body."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Qianlong, Heshen could only resort to 'bullying' tactics. He lay down across the doorway, blocking Qianlong's path.

"Do you think I really can't bear to kill you?"

Qianlong asked through gritted teeth, his whole body trembling, clearly suppressing his anger.

"This servant only knows his master's heart, nothing else,"

Heshen said firmly, ignoring Qianlong's furious face. Although history portrays Heshen as a notorious corrupt official, his affection for Qianlong was genuine and profound.

"Hmph, so you say 'devoted to your master'? Well then, I'll grant your wish today!"

Qianlong roared, raising his foot as if to stomp down heavily. Heshen ignored him, closing his eyes as if to be trampled upon.

"Hmph, are you truly not afraid?"

Qianlong withdrew his foot. His affection for Heshen was also genuine and profound; otherwise, he wouldn't have protected Heshen and shown him such favor even after learning of his corruption.

"Not afraid!"

Heshen said with his eyes closed.

"Hmph!"

Qianlong abruptly flung his sleeve, turning away and panting heavily.

At this moment, Fukang'an cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to lead troops to rescue the Empress Dowager!"

"You?"

Qianlong turned around and stared intently at Fukang'an. Apart from Heshen, Fukang'an, his illegitimate son, was the person Qianlong trusted most.

"Yes, I am willing!"

Fukang'an emphasized his words, reiterating his stance.

"Very well, I will transfer all my Shenji Battalion, Shenwu Battalion, and Musketeer Battalion to you. You must rescue the Empress Dowager!"

Seeing Heshen and the ministers desperately trying to stop him, Qianlong couldn't insist on personally rescuing the Empress Dowager. Besides, Fukang'an was a valiant general, experienced in battle, so it was best for him to go and rescue the Empress Dowager.

However, with his mother's safety at stake, Qianlong was worried and feared something might go wrong. Therefore, he proposed transferring the three battalions under his personal command to Fukang'an. The so-called Shenji Battalion and Shenwu Battalion were equivalent to the 'artillery regiment' of later times, with about one or two thousand men. The Musketeer Battalion was a battalion of guards armed with muskets.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Fukang'an accepted the order and turned to leave quickly.

After he left, Qianlong paced anxiously back and forth in the Southern Study. The ministers lowered their heads, not daring to breathe loudly!

The perspective returns to the streets of North China. The Nine Gates Admiral's troops have completely surrounded the streets, trapping thousands of Red Lotus Cult bandits. The admiral's deputy commander steps to the front of his troops and shouts at the Red Lotus Cult bandits, "You are completely surrounded! I advise you to lay down your weapons and surrender obediently, or don't blame me for my merciless attacks!"

Chapter 126 Taking Down These Dogs (Part 3)

At this moment, Han Yun holds the Old Buddha hostage, so he is naturally unafraid of the Nine Gates Deputy Commander's threat. He raises the Old Buddha in his hand and says disdainfully to the deputy commander, "Your Old Buddha is now in my hands. I advise you to obediently lay down your weapons and make way for us to leave, or else... hmph... don't blame me for killing the Old Buddha!"

"Kill the Old Buddha! Kill the Old Buddha!"

His men echo, their shouts shaking the heavens!

"Hmph, you scoundrel, you're incredibly audacious! I think you're asking for trouble. Since that's the case, further words are pointless. Men, kill them!"

The deputy commander of the Nine Gates was a hothead with a penchant for fighting. Seeing that the other party wouldn't listen to his advice, he stopped trying to persuade them. Instead, he gripped his broadsword and raised it high into the air. The soldiers behind him shouted in unison, deafeningly, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

These Nine Gates officers naturally knew that the real Empress Dowager had been moved to a safe place by Ertai, and that the other party only had a palace maid in their hands. The soldiers of the Nine Gates, though somewhat puzzled, wondered why the deputy commander, knowing the Empress Dowager was in the other party's hands, still insisted on taking action. Weren't they afraid of pushing the other party too far and causing them to kill the hostage?

Despite their suspicions, the soldiers didn't ask many questions. It was common knowledge that soldiers were duty-bound to obey orders; they were used to following commands. So, at the deputy commander's order, the well-trained soldiers of the Nine Gates gripped their weapons, ready for battle.

Han Yun's side, however, was completely bewildered. Staring at the tens of thousands of ferocious soldiers, they exchanged wide-eyed glances, thinking, "Are these soldiers crazy? Don't they recognize the hostage in their hands as the Empress Dowager? Aren't they afraid we'll kill her to vent our anger? They…"

But the deputy commander of the Nine Gates gave them no time to breathe. Brandishing his broadsword, he shouted, "Brothers, kill them!"

and charged ahead towards the Red Lotus Sect bandits.

"Kill!"

Seeing their deputy commander leading the charge and bravely slaying several Red Lotus Cult members, the soldiers of the Nine Gates were as if they had taken a stimulant. Their blood boiled, and they eagerly brandished their weapons, charging forward after their deputy commander.

'Hiss hiss hiss!' 'Ahhh!' The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great. In addition, one side had come prepared, while the other, who had initially held the initiative, was now on the defensive. The air was filled with the deafening sounds of battle, blood gushing into the sky, and screams of agony. In less than twenty minutes, hundreds of Red Lotus Cult rebels had fallen in pools of blood.

Seeing that the enemy outnumbered them several times over and were no less powerful, Han Yun was finding it increasingly difficult to resist and hold out. He was frantic with worry, completely at a loss. He could only turn to the two hall masters for advice, "What do we do? What do we do now? These soldiers are like madmen, completely disregarding the fact that the Empress Dowager is in our hands. What should we do? Say something!"

The two hall masters were equally anxious, even blaming and resenting Han Yun. They thought they shouldn't have listened to their hall master's orders to ambush the Empress Dowager. Now they had captured her, but the enemy didn't seem to care. The encirclement was shrinking, and they feared their lives were about to be lost!

However, they dared not disobey their leader's question. They didn't want to anger him; instead of dying at the hands of the Qing court's henchmen, they would be killed in his rage—how unjust! So the East Hall Master stammered, "Master, in my opinion, we should... notify the North Hall to come and provide support as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, quickly arrange for someone to notify the North Hall, or it will be too late."

Hearing the East Hall Master's suggestion, Han Yun was like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. Regardless of whether it could actually save his life, he hurriedly nodded and gave the order.

"Master, I'm afraid... sigh..."

Hearing his order, the West Hall Master sighed, hesitating to speak.

"Damn it, just say what you have to say, or shut up!"

Han Yun was already anxious and annoyed, and couldn't stand the West Hall Master's stammering, so he cursed unhappily.

"Master, judging from their appearance, they clearly came prepared, so I'm afraid... I'm afraid Beitang also..."

The West Hall Master steeled himself, wanting to reveal his suspicions, but before he could finish speaking, Han Yun interrupted him, "You mean they might have also met with misfortune?"

Although he was indecisive, he wasn't a fool, and naturally understood what the West Hall Master meant. His heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind. If it was really as the West Hall Master said, and Beitang had also met with misfortune, then wouldn't he be doomed here...

No, he was still young, with a bright future ahead of him, and Xiaolian, Xiaocui, and Xiaohua from Lanyue Tower were waiting for him. He couldn't just die here like this.

Thinking this, he vented all his anger on the 'Old Buddha' in his hand, turned around and glared at her fiercely, roaring, "These are your servants? Don't they care about your life or death? Fine, if that's how it is, I'll grant their wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the precious knife to the 'Old Buddha's' neck, almost shouting, "I'll give you one more chance. Make them stop, or this knife in my hand will slit your throat!"

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me—"

Rong Mama cried and pleaded, looking down at the precious knife in Han Yun's hand, her face deathly pale with fear, her whole body trembling, and another pool of liquid dripped to the ground.

"Damn it, useless thing!"

Han Yun threw a heavy punch at Rong Mama's stomach, while disgustedly wiping away the lingering stench in front of his face, spitting on her face in venting his anger.

"No...don't kill me, no, no..."

Rong Momo was now a far cry from her previous arrogance, the ruthlessness she displayed when bullying Ziwei, and the smugness she showed when she slandered the Empress Dowager and had her kill Xiang Fei. All that remained was deep fear and pleading.

"Is this the kind of person an Empress Dowager is? No wonder your subordinates refused to save you. Even if they did, it would be a disgrace to the Chinese people!"

Han Yun roared at the 'Empress Dowager' in anger. Seeing that the Nine Gates soldiers showed no sign of stopping, determined to wipe them out, he was consumed by rage. The sword he had been holding to Rong Momo's neck plunged into her abdomen with a 'thud,' then he pulled the sword out and threw Rong Momo to the ground.

He didn't bother to look at this useless, good-for-nothing 'Old Buddha' again, and shouted loudly to his men who were protecting him, "Brothers, we were born members of the Red Lotus Sect, and we will die members of the Red Lotus Sect. Since Heaven wants to destroy us, it is our destiny. It is the gods, the heavenly gods, calling us back. We must die gloriously and with honor. Let us show the spirit of the Red Lotus Sect and fight them to the death!"

"Kill! Fight them to the death!"

For the first time, the Red Lotus Sect bandits had heard their usually ambitious but indecisive and bloodless leader utter such inspiring and morale-boosting words. They were instantly excited, as if they had taken aphrodisiacs, and roared as they charged back at the Nine Gates warriors in front of them.

"Brothers, if you have any blood in your veins, fight your way out of this encirclement with me. If we unfortunately die here, the heavenly gods will give our souls a proper burial!"

Han Yun continued to inspire morale.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

the bandits echoed, their roars tearing the heavens and earth.

"Brothers, I've already killed their patriarch! Now let's fight them to the death and take them down with us!"

Han Yun continued to shout, his figure flashing like lightning to the front of the ranks. He raised his treasured sword and engaged the Nine Gates soldiers in battle.

Han Yun was a Grandmaster at the late-stage peak, a master in the martial arts world. With each stroke of his sword, a stream of blood shot into the sky like a fountain.

"Roar! Kill!"

Seeing their leader's bravery and skill, taking lives with each strike, and inspired by his words, the bandits' spirits, which had plummeted to rock bottom, were rekindled. They fought desperately, wielding their weapons against the Nine Gates soldiers.

In war, morale is crucial. Inspired by Han Yun, the Red Lotus Cult members were like they'd been injected with a stimulant. Although their bodies were at their limits, the surging fighting spirit in their minds ignited their hidden potential, increasing their strength tenfold, giving them the momentum to tear the Nine Gates soldiers to pieces.

Conversely, the Nine Gates soldiers, facing the enemy's fierce counterattack, were running out of strength. The enemy was fighting like cornered beasts. At this moment, every Nine Gates soldier who bravely charged forward to engage the enemy was brutally killed by their blades. Fortunately, the Nine Gates soldiers outnumbered their opponents several times over, preventing a complete rout. One fell, and another took his place. However, this

human wave tactic was not what the Nine Gates' deputy commander desired. Although they could wear down the enemy with sheer numbers, seeing his former brothers die one by one under the enemy's blade filled him with immense sorrow.

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Brothers, the Empress Dowager has been killed! We will fight to the death to avenge her!"

That was all they said, but the words resonated deeply with every soldier of the Nine Gates present. Although they didn't understand why their deputy commander didn't rescue the Empress Dowager, but instead allowed her to be held hostage and fight recklessly, the news of her death still made their hearts skip a beat.

In ancient times, with its strong feudal ideology, the concept of "the ruler is the guide for the subjects" was deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Upon hearing of the Empress Dowager's tragic death and the enemy's fall, the soldiers of the Nine Gates were filled with grief, as if they had lost their own parents. Hearing the words, "We will avenge the Empress Dowager even at the cost of our lives," their sorrow was instantly transformed into boundless motivation. With roars echoing through the sky, the soldiers of the Nine Gates charged back at the Red Lotus Sect bandits with reckless abandon!

As the saying goes, "a desperate army is bound to win," and the Red Lotus Sect bandits were fighting like cornered beasts. Both sides were bloodthirsty, and the battle was fierce and evenly matched. This was exactly the outcome Han Yun wanted to see. His earlier words of encouragement were simply meant to urge his men to fight to the death while he seized the opportunity to escape the encirclement.

He had already decided that once he escaped the encirclement, he wouldn't return to the Red Lotus Sect. He'd amassed enough wealth over the years, and he'd take Xiao Lian, Xiao Cui, and Xiao Hua to a secluded island to live a carefree life!

At this moment, the two sides were locked in fierce combat, presenting him with the perfect opportunity to escape. Taking advantage of his men's intense fighting and their inattention to him, he secretly turned and rushed northwest.

Desperate to survive, he used all his skills, quickly carving a bloody path. After breaking through the encirclement, he didn't look back at his dwindling numbers and the shrinking encirclement, focusing only on his escape.

Finally, he saw a glimmer of hope: the street was right in front of him, unguarded, as all the Nine Gates warriors had already reached the front lines. Overjoyed, he further activated his lightness skill, fleeing forward.

"Hahaha! I've broken through the encirclement! Those laughable idiots of the imperial court! They never expected me, Han Yun, to be so cunning. If there had been guards here, how could I have escaped so easily? Hahaha!" Reaching the street corner and seeing no one around, he laughed triumphantly, mocking the Nine Gates soldiers.

"Hahaha, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for a long time, hahaha!"

Unexpectedly, before Han Yun's laughter subsided, a mocking laugh, a hundred times more triumphant and full of scorn, rang out.

Immediately following, a figure appeared as if descending from the sky, blocking his path. The figure slowly turned around, revealing a handsome face filled with mockery.

"It's...you?"

Upon seeing the face, Han Yun's pupils contracted sharply. 11-21 Chapter 127 Take Down These Scoundrels (Part 4)

"It's...you?"

Upon seeing the figure's face clearly, Han Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

"That's right, it's me, your little master!"

A mocking smile appeared on the figure's handsome face, a smile so full of sarcasm. Who else could possess such a handsome, generous, yet lewd and decadent smile?

"You...you weren't just now?"

Han Yun looked bewildered, his right index finger trembling as he pointed at Ertai. Clearly, he was extremely unsettled. It shouldn't be like this. He had mastered the 'Wind-Splitting Blade' to its peak, and with the sneak attack from behind, although it wouldn't have killed the opponent instantly, it would have been enough to take half of his life. But looking at him...how come he didn't suffer even the slightest injury?

"Hmph, a mere Rending Wind Blade? I could dodge it even with my eyes closed. It's laughable that you actually think you're someone special. How utterly ridiculous!"

Ertai seemed to see through Han Yun's thoughts, and while idly playing with his fingernails, he spoke in an increasingly mocking tone.

"You..."

Hearing Ertai's mockery, Han Yun trembled with rage, his face flushed red. Consumed by fury, he suddenly drew his sword from his waist, his hair standing on end, brandishing the blade and roaring through gritted teeth, "Ertai, I'll chop you to pieces!"

"Haha, you? Hmph, I think you're courting death,"

Ertai sneered, then suddenly added with a wicked smile, "How about this, I'll blindfold myself and we'll have a match?"

"You..."

Han Yun's anger flared even more. This damned Ertai was utterly contemptuous! This was intolerable! He'd risk his life to skin him alive.

"How about that? Fair enough?"

Ertai chuckled, then tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve, blindfolded himself, and beckoned to Han Yun with a contemptuous grin, "Trash, you make the first move!"

"Bastard..."

Han Yun cursed through gritted teeth, his face flushed red. He wished he could rush over and kill Fu Ertai, that damned arrogance. However, in his rage, he hadn't lost his mind. He wondered if there was a trap. What had been done to the covering? It seemed completely concealed on the surface, but was actually semi-transparent?

Thinking this, Han Yun felt uneasy. Holding his precious sword, he cautiously rushed towards Ertai with small, shuffling steps, like a woman. The distance between them was originally only a dozen meters, but it took him several minutes to cover less than ten meters.

He was very patient, treading carefully as if on thin ice, as if standing on the edge of an abyss, terrified of falling into Ertai's trap. But Ertai had lost his patience. What if he got heatstroke under the scorching sun? So he impatiently said, "Useless trash, is that all the courage you have? Even blindfolded , you wouldn't dare fight me, you idiot!"

"Damn it, hurry up and do it! I don't have time to sunbathe with you!"

"Damn it, I really don't know how a piece of trash like you became the leader of the Zhili branch!"

"Mommy, hurry up! I'm really going to get heatstroke! If you don't dare to fight, then obediently offer your sister to me so I can enjoy her. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare you, my cheap 'brother,' hahaha..."

"Damn you..."

Ertai continued his incessant taunts, which were extremely grating to Han Yun's ears. Ever since he became the leader of the Zhili branch, although the brothers in the gang were not convinced of his abilities, they only complained and grumbled in private. On the surface, they were all flattering and obsequious to him. This made Han Yun arrogant and conceited, believing that he was the most powerful person in the world except for his sister, the leader.

Now, hearing Ertai's sarcasm and ridicule, how could he not be furious? In addition, Ertai's suggestion that he offer his sister, the leader, to Ertai as a cheap "wife" only fueled his rage. Ignoring any schemes or tricks Ertai might have, he roared and cursed as he leaped into the air, bringing his heavy blade down on Ertai's head.

"Damn it, Ertai, go to hell!"

Seeing his gleaming blade almost slicing through Ertai's hair, yet Ertai stood motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever, Han Yun felt a surge of smug satisfaction. A sinister grin spread across his face as he cursed inwardly, "Serves you right for being so arrogant! Even if you opened your eyes wide, you couldn't fathom my movements! Hmph, watch me cleave you in two!"

"Hahaha!"

The blade grew even sharper, the powerful gust of wind whipping up Ertai's hair. The air was filled with the howling of the wind, and the force of the blade threatened to shatter Ertai's skull. Han Yun let out a series of triumphant laughs and mocking jeers.

"Hahaha!"

In the blink of an eye, Han Yun's laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by Ertai's magnetic, approachable laughter—a sound to Han Yun like the wailing of ghosts and the torment of vengeful spirits.

Looking at the scene now, Han Yun, who had just been dominating, had inexplicably fallen to the ground, howling in pain, while Ertai stood there, unmoving, his right foot already firmly planted on Han Yun's 'pig-like face,' grinding and ravaging it mercilessly.

"You're useless! I gave you a chance, but you failed!"

Ertai then removed the cloth from his face, mimicking the classic lines from 'Brother Lei' on TV in his previous life, slapping Han Yun's face repeatedly with his foot while contemptuously cursing.

"You...you cheated! You tampered with this cloth! You can see it! I won't accept this!"

Han Yun roared defiantly, his face flushed red.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Ertai's right foot, which was on Han Yun's cheek, suddenly moved to Han Yun's wrist. With a sharp twist of his toe, the bones in Han Yun's wrist were broken with a few crisp cracking sounds. Han Yun screamed like a pig being slaughtered in pain.

Then Ertai squatted down, covered Han Yun's eyes with a cloth, slapped him, and shouted, "Open your dog eyes wide and see if there's anything on this cloth!"

After his eyes were covered, Han Yun found himself in complete darkness, unable to see anything. His heart skipped a beat, and he panicked, thinking, "How is this possible? How could he see my moves while blindfolded? After all, I am the fourth-ranked expert of the Red Lotus Sect. Even the powerful sect leader, Sister, couldn't possibly neutralize my moves with her eyes closed, let alone counter them! No, absolutely not, there's no such expert in the world!"

In fact, Ertai's strength was at the late Martial Emperor level, which was considered a top expert in the martial world, but not one of those top experts who seemed to be able to fly through the air. However, with the Seven-Colored Wolf Qi in his mind, his spiritual energy had definitely reached the level of a top expert.

He had just used mental energy to attack, and coupled with the baptism and transformation he had undergone from the Seven-Colored Wolf Qi, his body's organs were exceptionally sensitive, especially his brain, which was exceptionally active. His ability to warn of impending danger far surpassed that of even the top masters in the martial arts world. Therefore, although he was blindfolded, the Seven-Colored Wolf Qi in his mind reacted even more acutely, and his mental energy became increasingly powerful, much like the heightened hearing of a blind person.

As Han Yun soared into the air, his treasured sword slashing down towards Ertai's head, although Ertai couldn't see, the active Seven-Colored Wolf Qi in his mind had already transmitted the danger signal of the intrusion back to Ertai's consciousness. A tiny shadow suddenly flashed in his consciousness, mimicking Han Yun's actions.

After seeing the tiny shadow's actions in his consciousness, Ertai instantly launched a mental attack on Han Yun. With his mental energy, which was dozens of times stronger than Han Yun's, he instantly shattered Han Yun's tense nerves, causing his body to go limp in an instant. Ultimately, unable to withstand the pressure, he collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, the image in Ertai's consciousness transformed into Han Yun lying on the ground, clearly marking his position in front of Ertai. Thus, Ertai easily trampled Han Yun underfoot, showing off his power!

This was the power of the sixth level of spiritual power—Spirit Control and Soul Piercing!

"Damn it, get up!"

Ertai grabbed Han Yun's collar, flicked his wrist, and lifted him into the air with one hand. Then, he placed his short sword against Han Yun's neck, saying coldly, "Come with me!"

"No, don't kill me, Second Master Fu, please don't kill me!"

Feeling the coldness of the short sword against his neck and the biting chill, Han Yun pleaded tremblingly.

"Oh? Not kill you? Haha, then call me 'Grandpa' three times. I'm soft-hearted, maybe I really won't kill you, hahaha."

Ertai laughed contemptuously.

"You..."

Hearing Ertai's mocking words, Han Yun was instantly enraged, his whole body trembling even more violently. His flushed face turned black, no longer showing any of his previous pitiful appearance, and he glared at Ertai with a ferocious expression.

"Damn it, you still dare to bar your teeth and claws at me? I'm angry, and I'll fucking kill you!"

Ertai cursed coldly, then slowly slashed the short sword in his hand into Han Yun's neck. Instantly, a piercing pain spread throughout Han Yun's body, and blood gushed out!

"Second Master Fu, spare my life, spare my life!"

Seeing that Ertai was about to take his life in an instant, Han Yun immediately began to plead with a mournful face. His expression was panicked and terrified, as if he was terrified of death, or as if he was terrified of Ertai, the Grim Reaper.

"Then you'll have to call me 'Grandpa' three times, or this short sword in my hand will slice the flesh off your neck piece by piece, and then saw your throat bone open like a log, hahaha."

Ertai threatened sinisterly. There was no need to be polite to these rebels and scoundrels. How dare they kidnap and assassinate his woman, the Empress Dowager? They were asking for trouble!

"Grandpa... Grandpa... Grandpa..."

Faced with the choice between face and life, Han Yun wisely chose life, fawningly calling Ertai "Grandpa" three times.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Ertai responded three times, patting Han Yun's chubby face and laughing, "Good grandson, remember to call your sect leader sister 'Grandma' when you see her in the future, hahaha!"...

"Stop right now, all of you!"

Ertai, holding Han Yun, stood on the second-floor rooftop and roared at the Nine Gates soldiers and Red Lotus Sect rebels fighting fiercely on the battlefield. His shout, infused with his inner strength, was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Everyone felt a sudden ringing in their ears and stopped what they were doing, instinctively looking towards the source of the sound. They saw Ertai holding Han Yun in mid-air, a short sword pressed against Han Yun's neck, its cold light flashing, chillingly menacing.

"You scoundrels, I advise you all to put down your weapons and surrender obediently, or I'll kill your leader first!"

Ertai coldly shouted at the Red Lotus Sect rebels below.

'Whoosh!' Upon seeing Han Yun captured by Ertai, the Red Lotus Sect rebels were thrown into chaos. Their previous high spirits vanished completely.

"Drop your weapons and surrender!"

In contrast, the Nine Gates soldiers, seeing Ertai capture the leader, were filled with renewed vigor and fighting spirit. As the saying goes, to catch a thief, first catch his king. Without their leader, the rebels were nothing but a rabble. With victory in sight, the Nine Gates soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. They were filled with admiration for Ertai. "

This Master Fu is truly something! He captured the leader so quietly. No wonder he comes from a military family!"

Hearing the Nine Gates soldiers' earth-shattering shouts, the Red Lotus Sect rebels looked at each other, seeing deep helplessness and despair in each other's eyes. Without hesitation, they dropped their weapons.

"Come on, take down all these scoundrels!"

Ertai shouted sternly when he saw the enemy drop their weapons.

"Yes! Master Fu!"

the soldiers of the Nine Gates responded in a thunderous voice.

But unexpectedly, a shout came from the other side, "Wait!"

Chapter 128 Playing with Fukang'an (Part 1)

The soldiers of the Nine Gates had just received Ertai's military order and were about to take down the Red Lotus Sect rebels who had surrendered without resistance. They were thinking of kicking and beating them to vent their anger, but a shout of "Wait!" interrupted them.

Ertai followed the sound and saw an army rapidly approaching from the north. The soldiers were armed with muskets and spears, and behind them, a troop of soldiers pushed six red-coated cannons. This was the Shenji and Shenwu Battalions, personally commanded by the emperor. Leading the army rode a tall brown horse, wearing a first-rank official robe with a qilin emblem, and a double-eyed peacock feather on his head. He had a fair complexion, sharp eyebrows, and a handsome, dashing appearance, though the perpetually sinister air about him was repulsive.

This man was none other than Fukang'an, who had distinguished himself in battle in the northwest.

"What is he doing here?"

Ertai frowned in confusion, having just heard Fukang'an's "Wait!"

Then, Ertai, carrying Han Yun, floated down from the second floor to the ground, sealed Han Yun's acupoints, and handed him over to the soldiers for guard. He then quickly walked to Fukang'an's horse, bowed slightly, and said, "Your subordinate, Fu Ertai

, greets General Fu." Ertai was a fourth-rank official, three ranks lower than Fukang'an. According to the Qing Dynasty's official system, Ertai should have bowed to Fukang'an.

"Hmph."

Fukang'an seemed to dislike Ertai, snorting through his nose. He then, without dismounting, pointed his whip at the Red Lotus Sect rebels who were waiting to be captured, and shouted at Ertai and the others, "By imperial decree, these people are all wanted criminals of the court, and I will personally take them into custody."

As he spoke, the soldiers behind him responded crisply with "Yes, sir!" and quickly ran towards the Red Lotus Sect rebels with their muskets, ready to seize them. Ertai was immediately enraged, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, you're openly trying to steal credit!" "Do you really think I'm a pushover? You think you can act tough in front of me just because you have your father's power and the Emperor's favor?"

Ertai waved his hand and shouted at the Shenji Battalion soldiers who were charging forward, "Wait!"

Hearing Ertai's shout, the soldiers who were charging forward immediately stopped. The one in the lead turned around and looked at Fukang'an questioningly. The latter immediately glared at him angrily and shouted with dissatisfaction, "This general is acting on the Emperor's orders to capture these bandits. Anyone who dares to obstruct us, regardless of their rank, will be arrested!"

"Yes!"

The leader was Fukang'an's confidant. He was always arrogant and thought that with Fukang'an, this 'fake prince,' protecting him, he could do whatever he wanted in the capital. Now, having been hinted at by Fukang'an, he ignored Ertai and waved his hand, leading his men to capture the Red Lotus Rebels.

"Stop!"

Ertai once again blocked the Shenji Battalion soldiers' path, shouting sternly, "These rebels were captured by the soldiers of the Nine Gates at the cost of their lives. How dare you interfere? If anything goes wrong, who will take responsibility?"

Ertai's words were a direct accusation that Fukang'an was trying to steal the credit. He hadn't come when the Empress Dowager was in trouble, but now that the soldiers of the Nine Gates had risked their lives to subdue these bandits, he had suddenly appeared, trying to grab the credit for himself without losing a single soldier. There was no such thing as a free lunch!

Fukang'an naturally understood the implication in Ertai's words. He arrogantly shouted to his soldiers from his horse, "This general is here on imperial orders to apprehend a wanted criminal. Any problems that arise will be my responsibility. You need not worry, just go and capture the criminal! Anyone who obstructs you will be killed without exception!"

The last phrase, "kill without exception," was practically uttered through gritted teeth by Fukang'an, revealing the extreme hatred he harbored for Ertai. After all, how many officials in the court dared to disobey Fukang'an's orders? Furthermore, there was no credit that Fukang'an desired, and he would seize it without hesitation!

Ertai was merely a newly promoted fourth-rank official, yet he dared to be so insolent before Fukang'an, truly ignorant of his place. He needed to be taught a lesson; otherwise, he wouldn't know that the Horse King had three eyes!

Having received Fukang'an's signal, his personal attendant casually directed his men to push aside the Nine Gates soldiers blocking their way. However, Ertai, wanting to test Fukang'an's methods, once again stood in front of the Shenji Camp soldiers, displaying an imposing, unyielding stance.

"Take him down!"

Seeing Ertai's repeated stubbornness, Fukang'an's patience reached its limit. Perched high on his horse, he pointed at Ertai and shouted to his attendant.

"Second Master Fu, I apologize for my intrusion."

The attendant, having received the order, feigned an apology to Ertai, then stepped forward with two men, preparing to seize Ertai.

However, Ertai was not one to take insults lying down. With a crisp slap, he sent Fukang'an's attendant flying, shouting, "How dare you touch your Second Master Fu! Who gave you the guts!"

"Well done!"

"That's truly gratifying!"

"That's so satisfying!"

Seeing Ertai slap Fukang'an's attendant away and indirectly insult Fukang'an, the soldiers of the Nine Gates were all greatly encouraged by this act. They couldn't help but cheer for Ertai in their hearts, their faces filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Ertai, you... I think you're plotting a rebellion! Come on, seize this traitor for me!"

Fukang'an roared, trembling with rage.

Hearing Fukang'an accuse him of being a 'traitor,' Ertai was equally enraged. He kicked and slapped away the soldiers who had rushed forward to seize him, oblivious to their own mortality!

"You... you... you've really rebelled! You've rebelled! Come on, fire! Shoot him dead!"

Fukang'an was quick to anger. Even Heshen, Emperor Qianlong's most favored minister, would be met with harsh criticism if something didn't go his way.

At this moment, Ertai had used both hands and feet to knock his subordinate flying, causing him to lose face completely. For Fukang'an, who valued face more than life itself, this was an unforgivable crime, enraging him so much that he ordered his men to shoot Ertai.

"Let's see who dares!"

Ertai roared angrily, raising the secret edict in his hand and shouting, "I have the Empress Dowager's decree here, who dares to lay a hand on me?"

Upon hearing the Empress Dowager's decree, the soldiers knelt down in unison. Originally, the Shenji Battalion soldiers were only putting on a show; how could they dare to actually shoot Ertai? If they really killed Fukang'an, Fulun would investigate, and while Fukang'an, with his powerful backing, would be fine, they, the soldiers, would suffer. Fulun couldn't do anything to Fukang'an, so wouldn't he exterminate their entire clan to vent his anger?

With the Empress Dowager's imperial edict in hand, Ertai finally breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly grumbling about Fukang'an. "You brats, don't drag us into your squabbles!"

Seeing the edict in Ertai's hand, Fukang'an was at a loss. Although he wanted nothing more than to skin Ertai alive, he dared not actually order his soldiers to shoot him. Besides, even if he dared to disobey the edict, the soldiers wouldn't dare play with fire.

"Hmph, you win this time. With the Empress Dowager's edict, you won't be so lucky next time,"

Fukang'an glared at Ertai, uttering a harsh threat to save face. He planned to find another opportunity to teach Ertai a lesson later!

Having said that, he was about to turn and leave when he suddenly remembered the Empress Dowager. He slapped his thigh, realizing how rash he had been, so focused on claiming credit and arguing with Ertai that he had forgotten the Empress Dowager and the other ladies.

He dismounted and rushed to the Empress Dowager's carriage, kneeling and bowing respectfully, saying, "Your subject, Fukang'an, arrived late to rescue Your Majesty, causing the rebels to disturb you. I deserve death; please punish me."

Although he said, "I am guilty of arriving late to rescue Your Majesty; please punish me," his thoughts were entirely different. He thought, "What crime have I committed? I didn't know the Red Lotus Rebellion would assassinate Your Majesty. Ignorance is no excuse. Besides, upon hearing of Your Majesty's predicament, I, Fukang'an, rushed here without hesitation, personally leading the army to rescue you. Not only am I innocent, but I have rendered meritorious service!"

He was secretly pleased, but he hadn't heard the Empress Dowager praise him for a long time. Normally, at this moment, in this situation, the Empress Dowager would say, "I am fine. Fortunately, you loyal ministers have protected me, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Not only that, but Fukang'an didn't hear a single word of praise from the Empress Dowager, nor did he hear her say a single word or even cough. Could it be... that the Empress Dowager was frightened into a stupor?

Fukang'an was slightly disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face. He cupped his hands again and said, "Empress Dowager, are you well?"

There was still no response from inside the phoenix carriage.

This...

"Empress Dowager, you..."

Fukang'an cupped his hands again and asked, but unexpectedly, he heard sobbing behind him. At first, it was just one or two people, but then it turned into tens of thousands of people kneeling on the ground and wailing.

Hearing the cries, Fukang'an turned around and saw the soldiers of the Nine Gates kneeling on the ground, wiping away tears as they wept. A dozen or so Nine Gates soldiers, having benefited from Ertai's influence, also feigned grief and sobbed along with the soldiers. These soldiers, having previously heard the news of the Empress Dowager's death at the hands of the rebels, were now weeping from the bottom of their hearts.

However, the cries bewildered Fukang'an. He stood up, completely confused, and walked to the imperial carriage. He nervously lifted the curtain, only to find it empty. "Ah!" he exclaimed in shock, gasping for breath. Realizing something was wrong, he quickly walked to a Nine Gates soldier, grabbed his collar, and demanded, "What are you crying about? Is it...?"

He didn't dare continue, his heart filled with increasing panic...

"Waaah... the Empress Dowager... she... she's passed away..."

the soldier choked out, his words broken and fragmented.

"What? What did you say?"

Fukang'an was struck dumb, as if thunderbolts had struck him. His mind went blank, his ears rang, and his eyes widened, but they were empty and lifeless. The hand that was holding the soldier's collar went limp and fell to the ground.

'Thump!' The soldier fell to the ground. Fukang'an's heart skipped a beat. He asked several more soldiers, and the answer was exactly the same as the first one!

But he still didn't believe it, or perhaps he didn't want to believe it. He dragged his weak body through the corpses, his hands moving quickly through them, searching for the Empress Dowager among them.

Suddenly, he saw a body lying in a pool of blood, dressed in the Empress Dowager's clothes. He cried out "Empress Dowager!" and rushed forward, his hands trembling as he moved the "Empress Dowager's" body closer, staring uneasily at the mangled remains before him.

Just now, Han Yun, the leader of the Red Lotus Sect's Zhili branch, captured the "Old Buddha," intending to use her to threaten the Nine Gates soldiers into stopping and letting them leave. Unexpectedly, the enemy disregarded the danger of the hostage being killed and recklessly slaughtered their own men. Enraged, Han Yun swung his sword and killed the "Old Buddha." His men, still not satisfied, each stabbed the "Old Buddha" in turn.

It's lamentable that Rong Momo, so arrogant all her life, also died at the hands of the Red Lotus Sect rebels, and didn't even leave a complete corpse. She was stabbed into a pincushion, a sight even her parents probably wouldn't recognize.

"Waaah... Old Buddha!"

Looking at the gruesome, bloodied Old Buddha in his arms, Fukang'an burst into tears. In truth, he had little affection for the Old Buddha; this was merely an act. After all, he was a servant, and the Old Buddha was her master. How could a servant not weep when his master died?

After weeping for a while, he carried the "Empress Dowager" onto the imperial carriage and then personally drove the carriage to escort the "Empress Dowager's" body back to the palace. Ertai did not stop him and signaled the Nine Gates soldiers to let them pass. As Fukang'an drove past Ertai, he saw Fukang'an angrily pointing his whip at Ertai and coldly shouting, "Ertai, as a guard of Cining Palace, you caused the Empress Dowager's death at the hands of villains. Before His Majesty, I will severely impeach you."

He had made up his mind that he must take the initiative in this matter. After all, the Emperor had ordered him to come to the rescue, but now the Empress Dowager had died tragically at the hands of the Red Lotus Rebellion. The Emperor was a filial son and would surely vent his anger on him, accusing him of "failing to rescue the Emperor," which would be enough to make Fukang'an suffer.

But Fukang'an was not one to sit idly by and wait for his fate. He quickly prepared his excuse, determined to pin the blame on Fu Ertai and even Fu Lun, accusing the father and son of the serious crime of "failing to protect the emperor," in order to appease the emperor's anger towards him!

"Hmph, what a piece of trash! Second Master Fu, look at his arrogant and overbearing manner!"

After Fukang'an drove away, several officers from the Nine Gates approached Ertai, pointing angrily at Fukang'an's retreating figure and cursing. These men were all Fu Lun's confidants and already had a close relationship with Ertai. Now, having witnessed Ertai's strength and strategy, they truly respected him from the bottom of their hearts. How could they tolerate Fukang'an's harsh words towards Ertai?

"He's just a grasshopper in autumn. How many more days can he jump around? Once he returns to the palace, he'll be guilty of deceiving the emperor, hahaha,"

Ertai laughed disdainfully.

"Haha, he only has himself to blame, he deserves it!"

"This time, that fake prince is really going to get what's coming to him, hahaha."

"That's for sure, with that cowardly look on his face, if it weren't for my protection, he'd be nothing. Unlike our Second Master Fu, who is a true hero among young men!"

"Second Master Fu, you can't escape credit this time."

"Yes, yes, you've done a great service by saving the Emperor and capturing the Red Lotus Sect leader in one fell swoop, this is a tremendous achievement, hahaha."

Everyone flattered Ertai, but the latter humbly waved his hand, clasped his hands in front of his left cheek, and said respectfully, "All of this is thanks to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager's strategic planning, the soldiers' desperate protection, the enemy's fear and surrender, we were just lucky ones."

"Indeed, Master Fu is absolutely right."

The crowd echoed with respectful bows, secretly pleased. Although Ertai's words were delivered in a very official tone, the phrase "the soldiers of the Nine Gates risked their lives to protect" subtly indicated that the officers and soldiers of the Nine Gates had made great contributions in this "rescue of the emperor and capture of the thieves," and rewards were almost certain!

Chapter 129 Playing with Fukang'an (Part Two)

Fukang'an personally drove the carriage to escort the "Old Buddha's" body back to the palace, while his men did not leave. Instead, they joined the soldiers of the Nine Gates to escort thousands of Red Lotus Sect rebels away, leaving a small force to clean up the battlefield.

Originally, Ertai had intended to allocate some men to support General Agui, who was blocking the enemy's reinforcements, but unexpectedly, Agui had already personally led his soldiers to escort more than a thousand surrendered Red Lotus Sect rebels to join Ertai. Upon seeing him arrive, Ertai quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "General Agui's military tactics are divine; he is truly a divine general."

"This humble general only knows how to obey military orders; I'm just glad I didn't disgrace Master Fu,"

Agui replied indifferently.

The nine gate officers, who had just been utterly impressed with Ertai, were naturally indignant at Agui's attitude. However, they knew Agui well and understood his stubborn temper; even the Emperor couldn't handle him. So they simply rolled their eyes and said nothing more. Ertai, naturally, cared even less about Agui's attitude. It's often said that 'the stronger the ability, the worse the temper,' and Agui was exactly like that. Ertai, valuing talent, didn't hold it against Agui.

He gave the officers a few instructions, urging them to 'strictly guard' the Red Lotus Rebellion. The officers understood and nodded solemnly. Afterward, Ertai went to the 'Lord's Mansion' to welcome and escort the Empress Dowager and her entourage of concubines, princesses, and princes back to court. ...

The news of the Empress Dowager's passing had already reached the palace. The ever-filial Qianlong Emperor wept uncontrollably, his face ashen. His ministers also joined him in uncontrollable sobbing.

"Empress Dowager... Your unfilial son... Waaah... I've caused you such a terrible tragedy... If I don't wipe out these rebels... I'll be unworthy of being emperor... Waaah..."

Qianlong's voice was filled with sorrow, causing all who heard it to weep.

The ministers below, initially unmoved, began to weep and kowtow, saying, "We deserve to die, we deserve to die, we deserve to die..." "

Waaah... Empress Dowager... Your unfilial son..."

Qianlong continued to weep. At this moment, Fukang'an, his face contorted with grief, carried the Empress Dowager's body into the court. Seeing him carrying the body, the kneeling officials quickly scrambled aside, making way for him.

"Your Majesty, I, Fukang'an, deserve to die a thousand deaths. I failed to protect the Empress Dowager and have betrayed Your Majesty's grace. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Fukang'an said, bowing his head. Two agile guards entered from outside and placed the Empress Dowager's body on a peachwood table, covering half of it with a yellow cloth.

Upon seeing the Empress Dowager's corpse, Qianlong broke down in tears, rushing down from his dragon throne and almost throwing himself onto the body, sobbing loudly.

"Waaah, Empress Dowager, your unfilial son... has caused such a tragedy at the hands of the rebels... your son deserves to die a thousand deaths..."

Qianlong's face was deathly pale, large tears streaming down his face. Overwhelmed with grief, he seemed to have aged decades in that instant.

"We deserve to die ten thousand times! We deserve to die ten thousand times! We deserve

to die ten thousand times!" Hearing the Emperor's heartbreaking cries and his declaration that he deserved to die, the ministers all kowtowed and shouted, "We deserve to die ten thousand times!"

However, at this moment, Qianlong was overwhelmed with grief and needed quiet most of all. In addition, he had always been extremely filial to his mother, the Empress Dowager. How could he bear to see his mother, who had been healthy and cheerful just a month ago, now hacked to pieces like a hedgehog in such a short time—so bloody and gruesome!

"Ugh..."

Qianlong finally succumbed to his overwhelming grief and fainted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Seeing the Emperor suddenly collapse, the ministers panicked. Heshen and his comrades acted quickly, catching the Emperor in their arms and crying out in tears.

"Guards! Quickly, summon the imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician!"

Seeing the ministers standing there helplessly like idiots, Heshen shouted angrily.

In fact, during the Qianlong era, the most important things were appearance, speech, writing, and judgment, with appearance being particularly crucial. "Appearance" referred to physical appearance; besides being handsome and dignified, one also had to be dashing. Therefore, apart from the dark-skinned and plump Ji Xiaolan, all the ministers standing in court during the Qianlong era were handsome men. However

, these handsome ministers, except for Lord He, often lacked independent judgment when faced with problems. Their three most frequently uttered phrases were, "Long live the Emperor!", "The Emperor is wise and his achievements surpass those of Yao and Shun!", and "We are guilty!" They knew nothing else! Sure

enough, upon hearing Lord He's loud shout, everyone seemed to react, hurriedly calling for the imperial physician. Soon after, the imperial physician, supported by two imperial guards, arrived, sweating profusely and panting.

Then came a series of procedures including observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, followed by the writing of a prescription. A guard took the prescription and rushed out of the Southern Study, using his light-footed skills to run to the Imperial Hospital to have the physicians prepare

the medicine. Meanwhile, the imperial physician placed his hand on Qianlong's chest to help him breathe. Perhaps this imperial physician was quite skilled, for after only a few moments of massaging Qianlong's chest and then gently tapping his throat, Qianlong suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly regained consciousness.

"He's awake! He's awake! The Emperor is awake! Long live the Emperor!"

Seeing Qianlong awake, the ministers breathed a sigh of relief and knelt, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" However, the imperial physician stopped them, saying, "Everyone, be quiet. The Emperor's health is still weak; he needs to rest and recuperate."

Hearing the physician's warning, everyone hurriedly shut their mouths. Upon waking, Qianlong's first act was to break free from Heshen's embrace and throw himself onto the Empress Dowager's corpse, wailing loudly. Fearing he would faint again, the others quickly tried to stop him.

"Your Majesty, please take care of your health!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has passed away, and you still…"

"Your Majesty, please accept this loss…"

"All of you, shut up!"

Emperor Qianlong roared at his ministers in a fit of rage, causing them to tremble in fear. They hastily knelt and kowtowed, stammering, "We are guilty..."

"Hmph, guilty? Of course you are guilty!"

Qianlong turned to the ministers, his eyes brimming with tears, his gaze sharp. Suddenly, he turned his attention to Fukang'an, his voice filled with hatred. "Fukang'an, do you know your crime?"

"I know my crime,"

Fukang'an stammered, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Hmph, it's good that you know your crime. I instructed you to rescue the Empress Dowager, and what did you do? You..."

Overwhelmed with grief, Qianlong couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence. He wanted to say, "And what did you do? You let the Red Lotus Sect traitors hack the Empress Dowager to pieces!"

He dared not, nor could he bear to, look at the Empress Dowager's body and her face, so mangled and unrecognizable. He was filled with resentment for not personally rescuing the Empress Dowager, and also with hatred for Fukang'an's incompetence, for betraying his trust and causing the Empress Dowager's tragic death at the hands of thieves, her face disfigured beyond recognition!

"Guards! Take Fukang'an out of the Meridian Gate and behead him, to be buried with the Empress Dowager!"

Qianlong said through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred.

"Your Majesty, I am innocent! I am innocent! Your Majesty, please allow me to plead my case!"

Upon hearing that the Emperor intended to execute him, Fukang'an's face turned ashen, and he hurriedly kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"You have failed my expectations, causing the Empress Dowager's death... What else do you have to say? Guards, drag him out and behead him!"

After all, Fukang'an was also Qianlong's own flesh and blood, and he was naturally extremely reluctant to part with him. However, whenever he thought of the Empress Dowager's tragic death, his heart was torn apart. In his anger and grief, he naturally wanted to kill the incompetent Fukang'an to vent his anger!

"Your Majesty... please listen to what I have to say..."

Fukang'an pushed away the two guards who came to arrest him and bowed to Qianlong, saying, "Your Majesty, I was ordered by you to rescue the Empress Dowager. I dared not delay in the slightest, but when I arrived at the scene on horseback, the Empress Dowager had already died at his hands."

"What about the guards who protected the Empress Dowager? Were they all dead?"

Qianlong asked angrily after hearing Fukang'an's words.

"Your Majesty, while at Xishan Temple, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial edict promoting Fu'ertai to Deputy Chief Eunuch of Cining Palace. He was also the one who returned to the palace to protect the Empress

Dowager this time. However, when I arrived at the scene, Fu'ertai was unharmed, but..." Fu'kang'an had already calculated in his mind. He knew Qianlong too well. In the early years of his reign, Qianlong was considered a wise and benevolent ruler, but later he became ambitious and capricious, often wanting to execute ministers at the slightest provocation. Therefore, he pinned the blame on Fu'ertai, at least making Fu'ertai take the fall for him!

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, Qianlong interrupted him, shouting sternly, "Fu'ertai is unharmed, but the Empress Dowager... How can he be a Grand Imperial Guard? What use is he?"

Grand Imperial Guards, equivalent to bodyguards in later times, were mainly used to shield their employers from bullets in critical moments!

"Your Majesty, that's not all. The soldiers of the Nine Gates were also on the scene. According to my deduction, they arrived at the scene very early, and their numbers were dozens of times greater than those of the Red Lotus Sect bandits, yet..."

Fukang'an continued to sow discord, dragging more people down with him. In this way, he was certain that Qianlong's anger would be diverted, thus ensuring his own safety.

"The Nine Gates Commander's Camp?"

Qianlong frowned, then turned his gaze to Fulun, and scolded, "Fulun, how did you train your troops? You outnumbered the enemy several times over, yet you still managed to let the Empress Dowager suffer such a terrible fate! Take Fulun away and, once his crimes are investigated, execute him without mercy!"

"Also, arrest Fu'ertai immediately and bring him and Fulun to justice. Fukang'an, this matter is yours to handle. You must get to the bottom of this. I will settle the score with them for the Empress Dowager's crimes, one by one. And those Red Lotus Sect bandits, arrest them all and bring them to the gates of the Qianqing Palace. I will personally kill them to vent my true hatred!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Fukang'an stood up and answered crisply, a smug sneer running through his mind. How laughable you, Fu'ertai! Humph, you dare to compete with me for credit? Let's see how I deal with you.

Thinking this, he waved his hand, and the next moment two imperial guards rushed in, ready to arrest Fu Lun. Just as Fu Lun was about to speak to Qianlong, a eunuch's hoarse voice came from outside the Southern Study, "Your Majesty, the Empress, Consort Ling... the Twelfth Prince... Princess Qing... have arrived..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone became extremely quiet, their faces full of disbelief. Even Qianlong, who had been crying uncontrollably, stopped crying, quickly stood up, and rushed out of the Southern Study without wiping away his tears or caring about his imperial image. In an instant, he saw a face that was so familiar and so dear to him...

Surrounded by the crowd was none other than the Empress Dowager, whom he had visited to worship Buddha at Xishan Temple in the past!

Chapter 130 It's really exciting (Part 1)

"Emperor, why are you crying?"

The Empress Dowager walked to Qianlong's side and asked with concern and curiosity.

"Your Majesty... Your son..."

Faced with the Empress Dowager's question, Qianlong stammered, unsure how to answer. He felt as if he were in a dream, completely disoriented.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the Empress Dowager again, seeing a remarkably realistic face and figure. He gasped, his face full of confusion.

The Empress Dowager seemed to sense Qianlong's thoughts and explained with a smile, "Your Majesty, I'm fine. This matter is all thanks to Ertai, otherwise..."

"Ertai?"

Hearing the familiar voice clearly, Qianlong snapped out of his daze. He quickly walked to the Empress Dowager's side and personally helped her towards the South Study.

"Yes, it is indeed Ertai, but that's a long story..."

The Empress Dowager was helped into the Southern Study by the Emperor. Servants had already brought her a chair, and Qianlong personally added cushions and seat cushions to it before helping her into the chair. He then stayed by her side, unwilling to leave even for a moment,

as if afraid that if he left, the reality before him would turn into a dream!

"Your Majesty, the Empress, Consort Ling... Princess... Prince return to the palace."

Seeing the real Empress Dowager and the others appear before them, the ministers were immediately puzzled. They couldn't understand how this magic trick had been performed. Fukang'an had just escorted the Empress Dowager's body back, but now...

Fukang'an's doubts deepened, and more importantly, a strong sense of worry arose. After all, the Empress Dowager had returned to the palace safely, but just now... So, the corpse was only wearing the Empress Dowager's clothes, and wasn't the real Empress Dowager?

"Oh no!"

Fukang'an immediately realized the enormity of his mistake. He had indiscriminately escorted back a fake Empress Dowager's corpse, causing the Emperor's filial son to weep bitterly—wasn't that a crime of deceiving the Emperor?

Furthermore, because of his error, the Emperor had cried for the wrong 'mother.' If this got out, wouldn't he become a laughingstock? He was doomed! He had really messed up!

"Damn it, that damned Fu Ertai, I'll never forgive you!"

Fukang'an's hatred for Ertai intensified. If it weren't for him, if it weren't for the soldiers of the Nine Gates kneeling and weeping, how could he have so readily assumed that the corpse dressed as the Empress Dowager was the real one?

Although he loathed Ertai, he had no time to think further. He had to confess his guilt and submit first. So Fukang'an knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly and pleading, "Your Majesty, spare me! Empress Dowager, spare me! I know my sins..."

"Hmph!"

Qianlong snorted heavily, abruptly turning away, refusing to look at Fukang'an's face, which now filled him with utter disgust. This damned beast had actually made him cry for the wrong mother! If this got out, he would become a laughingstock throughout the land.

He was known for his benevolence and filial piety, always showing the Empress Dowager the utmost respect, a model of virtue for the world. But now... he had even mistaken his 'mother'!

"That damned scoundrel Fukang'an, he's utterly useless and a complete hindrance!"

Qianlong thought to himself. "I'll definitely not let him off this time!"

Qianlong was furious, but the Empress Dowager, unaware of the situation, asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, what crime has Fukang'an committed?"

"Yes..."

Hearing the Empress Dowager's question, Qianlong blushed deeply. This was the first time he had ever been so humiliated in front of his ministers. However, he couldn't ignore the Empress Dowager's question, so he leaned close to her ear and whispered what had just happened.

"Is that so?"

the Empress Dowager asked in return. "So, Rong Momo, she..."

"Your Majesty, you mean, she is Rong Momo?"

Qianlong's face grew even more ashamed. Just now, he had been holding Rong Momo's corpse and crying "Mother!" for a long time. That damned Fukang'an!

Of course, besides feeling ashamed, Qianlong was also puzzled. Why was Rong Momo wearing the Empress Dowager's clothes? Could it be...?

"Rong Momo... Waaah..."

Although the two whispered, the Empress, standing behind the Empress Dowager, heard them. She had been watching the corpse dressed in the Empress Dowager's clothes on the peachwood table in the room, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in her heart. Her right eyelid twitched. Now, upon hearing that the corpse was Rong Momo, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She lay on Rong Momo's body, looking at Rong Momo's disfigured face and riddled with wounds. She shook Rong Momo's arm with her small hands and sobbed, "Rong Momo... wake up... don't scare me... waaah..."

Her voice was so sorrowful that it moved everyone present.

"Alas..."

Seeing the Empress's sorrowful appearance, the Empress Dowager's heart softened, and she sighed softly. Then she said to Emperor Qianlong, "Emperor, Rong Momo died in my place. Please issue an edict to give her a grand funeral, according to the rites for a princess."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand."

Qianlong bowed respectfully in agreement, while the ministers shouted in unison, "Your Majesty's kindness and compassion deeply move us..." ...

Qianqing Palace.

Qianlong sat high on his dragon throne, his majestic gaze sweeping over the officials below.

The officials patted their horse-hoof sleeves and bowed, shouting, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor !

Long live the Emperor!" After the ceremony, Qianlong said, "All officials, rise."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The officials stood up, rolled up their horse-hoof sleeves, and stood in four rows on either side according to their rank.

"I have summoned you all here today because I have something to tell you..."

Emperor Qianlong then recounted the entire story of the Empress Dowager's assassination attempt. The Empress Dowager had already told him the whole story, especially emphasizing Ertai's outstanding contributions.

After listening, Qianlong consulted with several important ministers, including Heshen, and decided to make the matter public. Since the matter involved the Empress Dowager, it was prone to rumors and misinformation, and trying to cover it up would only backfire. Revealing the truth would prevent further speculation and rumors among the people.

"May the Empress Dowager be blessed with boundless good fortune and be protected by heaven! Long live the Empress Dowager!"

Hearing that the Empress Dowager had not only escaped unharmed after the assassination attempt but had also used the opportunity to capture the Red Lotus Rebellion members hiding in Zhili, the ministers hurriedly knelt and sang praises.

"May Your Majesty be blessed with boundless good fortune and divine protection! Well said, hahaha!"

Knowing that the Empress Dowager was safe and sound, Qianlong was also in high spirits.

"Your Majesty is absolutely right,"

Heshen interjected as soon as Qianlong's laughter subsided. "The Empress Dowager's miraculous turn of fortune and misfortune is due, firstly, to the protection of our Qing ancestors; secondly, to Your Majesty's benevolence and military prowess, your power that extends throughout the land, your achievements surpassing even Yao and Shun, and the unanimous support of the people; and thirdly, to the Qing soldiers who, bathed in Your Majesty's grace, fought bravely and vied for the lead, causing the bandits to surrender at the mere sight of you. This clearly demonstrates that Your Majesty is a wise ruler unparalleled throughout history!"

"Your Majesty is wise! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

After Heshen finished speaking, everyone hurriedly joined in, kneeling down and singing praises.

"Hahaha."

Emperor Qianlong, a man who loved fame and fortune and was known as the "Perfect Old Man," was overjoyed by the flattery of his ministers and burst into laughter.

Fortunately, in his extreme excitement, he did not forget to reward his meritorious officials. He stopped laughing but called out with a smile, "Fu'ertai."

"Your subject is here!"

Ertai responded crisply, patting his horse-hoof sleeves and kneeling on the ground.

"In this matter, you have made the greatest contribution. I will reward those who have made merit and punish those who have made mistakes. Since you have made a great contribution, I will promote you to Deputy Chief of the Imperial Guards and concurrently Deputy Commander of the Plain Yellow Banner, and bestow upon you the privilege of wearing a yellow riding jacket,"

Qianlong said with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"

Ertai kowtowed with a smile, accepting the reward with great delight. He took the yellow riding jacket from the eunuch's hands, holding it respectfully in his palms, practically bursting with joy. "Damn it, I'm not even nineteen yet, and I'm already a second-rank military officer! Wahaha!"

"Fulun!"

Qianlong called again.

"Your subject is here!"

Fulun slapped his horse-hoof sleeves and knelt on the ground.

"Your family has been loyal for generations, and your ancestors fought alongside our Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong to conquer the world. They are rare and capable generals and talents of our dynasty. You are my right-hand man, and your two sons are so outstanding. I am very pleased. In this matter, you and the soldiers of the Nine Gates have also made outstanding contributions. From this day forward, I hereby confer upon you the title of First-Class Duke and award you the double-eyed peacock feather!"

Qianlong laughed.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Fulun kowtowed in thanks, his eyes glancing at Ertai with deep admiration.

"Furthermore, Minister Fu, you may issue the order on my behalf to reward the three armies!"

Qianlong added.

"Your subject Fu Lun, on behalf of all the soldiers of the Nine Gates, kowtows in gratitude for Your Majesty's grace!"

Fu Lun kowtowed again in thanks.

Afterwards, Qianlong rewarded other meritorious officials, then his smile vanished, his face hardening as he snorted, "I have said that I am a person who rewards merit and punishes wrongdoing. Summon your guilty subject Fu Kang'an to the court!"

"Summon your guilty subject Fu Kang'an to the court!"

the chief eunuch shouted in a hoarse voice.

As soon as the shout fell, two imperial guards, one on each side, escorted Fu Kang'an into the court, then pushed him to the ground. Fu Kang'an kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Your guilty subject Fu Kang'an greets Your Majesty, long live the Emperor!"

"Fu Kang'an, do you know your crime?"

Emperor Qianlong demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

"Your Majesty...I know my crime...I know my crime..."

Fukang'an clasped his hands and begged for mercy, but his eyes flashed with resentment at Ertai, who had just been promoted to the second rank of military officer, as if he wanted to bite him to death!

Ertai, in turn, looked at him with disdain, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you know you're wrong, then go and repent properly! Guards, lock this guilty subject Fukang'an in the imperial prison to await punishment!"

Qianlong roared, his face ashen, but secretly he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Fukang'an was at least sensible and had confessed his crime early on, saving him the embarrassment of crying for the wrong 'mother'.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Fukang'an was escorted out of the Qianqing Palace by two guards. As he passed Ertai, he coldly sneered, "Fukang'an, we'll see."

"Ready to serve!"

Ertai replied mockingly.

Seeing Fukang'an being apprehended by the guards, many ministers who weren't present were puzzled, wondering what the Emperor was up to and why he had Fukang'an imprisoned. However, despite their confusion, they were secretly pleased. Fukang'an had been far too arrogant, and they had tolerated him only because he was the Emperor's illegitimate son, the "fake prince." Now that he was imprisoned, they felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction; it was truly gratifying!

"Your Majesty is wise!"

the ministers secretly praised in their hearts. ...

In the Imperial Garden.

Erkang strode over, and upon seeing Ertai, playfully punched him in the chest, teasingly saying, "Ertai, you're something else! You're already a second-rank official, haha."

"Haha, thanks a lot,"

Ertai replied with a chuckle, giving Erkang a bear hug and patting his back, laughing, "Brother, how's the selection going these days?"

"Oh, don't even mention it. The second selection was already over, and then the Emperor suddenly ordered it to be stopped,"

Erkang said with a laugh.

"Oh? Why?"

Ertai asked, feigning curiosity. In truth, he knew perfectly well that the Emperor had been poisoned by the Fourteenth Prince; what use was the selection now? But knowing this didn't mean he could easily utter certain words, not even in front of his own family.

"Who knows? Heaven's will is unpredictable,"

Erkang sighed casually, then looked Ertai up and down with a smile, saying, "Mother will be happy now. Back in the day, Father was almost forty before he became a second-rank official, and you're not even nineteen yet. Congratulations!"

Although Erkang said this with a smile, Ertai could still hear the jealousy and slight disappointment in his tone. Thinking about it, it was understandable; he, who had always been outstanding, had fallen behind his younger brother Ertai. How could he not feel a little disappointed?

However, Ertai didn't want to put on airs in front of his family, so he smiled and said, "Alright, brother, if you keep praising me, you'll really flatter me to the heavens. Besides, even if I'm a second-rank official, I'm still Mother and Father's son, your younger brother."

"Hehe, you little rascal, you're pretending with your brother. Right now, you're probably secretly gloating, hahaha."

Erkang was also a gentle person and quickly adjusted his mood, joking with Ertai with a smile.

"Hehe, you're really judging a gentleman by your own petty standards."

Seeing that Erkang's smile was genuine and not something that could be faked, Ertai joked with him.

"Haha, you, you!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, completely forgetting the time. At this moment, Eunuch Gao from Cining Palace walked over quickly, covered in sweat, and bowed to Erkang and Ertai, saying, "This servant greets Master Fu, greets Lord Fu. Lord Fu, I've been looking for you for ages." The

'Master Fu' that Eunuch Gao was referring to was Fu Erkang. At this time, he was just an Imperial Guard, a fourth-rank official without any real power. Therefore, calling him 'Master Fu' was a respectful title. Ertai was different. He was now a second-rank official and the Deputy Commander of the Plain Yellow Banner. Calling him 'Second Master Fu' would be disrespectful. So, he called him 'Lord Fu.' Eunuch Gao had been in the palace for a long time and was quite clear about the intricacies of the situation.

"Did Eunuch Gao need something?"

Ertai waved his hand, stopping Eunuch Gao's bow, and asked with a smile.

"It's the Empress Dowager who summons you to the Cining Palace,"

Eunuch Gao said with a fawning smile.

"Go and tell the Empress Dowager I'll be there right away,"

Ertai said with a smile.

"Yes, Master Fu."

Eunuch Gao turned and quickly left.

After he left, Ertai bowed apologetically to Erkang and said, "Brother, you see..."

"Go and attend to important matters first,"

Erkang said seriously upon hearing the Empress Dowager summon Ertai.

"Then we'll talk again later, brother."

Ertai bowed to Erkang in farewell, then quickly left, thinking to himself, "What important business could the Empress Dowager possibly have with me? It's just her... hehehe."

Chapter 131 Truly Exciting (Part Two)

Ertai really missed the Empress Dowager. Since confirming his relationship with her, Ertai had been preoccupied with worldly affairs and had inevitably neglected her. It had been a long time since he had been intimate with her. Just thinking about the Empress Dowager's lovely appearance, her soft figure, her voluptuous body, and that little hole that he could never tire of seeing, made Ertai's blood boil. He quickened his pace and practically flew to Cining Palace.

Ertai was very familiar with Cining Palace. He often came here to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager when he was a child. At this moment, his heart was already set on the Empress Dowager's white, fleshy body.

"This servant greets Lord Fu!"

Upon seeing Ertai arrive, the maids and eunuchs hurriedly bowed.

"No need for formalities."

Hearing the maids and eunuchs address him as "Lord Fu" so respectfully, Ertai was overjoyed. Previously, everyone called him Second Master Fu only out of respect for Fu Lun, but now, addressing him as Lord Fu was out of genuine respect.

In other words, in the eyes of others, Ertai was no longer just the second young master of the Fu family, but a high-ranking official capable of standing on equal footing with other ministers.

"Oh, right, here's some loose silver. You can take it and distribute it."

Ertai took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket and handed them to Xiao Xizi with a smile, instructing him to distribute them to everyone. Everyone hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you for your generosity, Lord Fu!"...

Ertai entered the room and saw the Empress Dowager sitting on a soft couch, dressed very lightly, wearing only a semi-transparent light gauze robe, through which one could vaguely see a light purple undergarment and matching trousers. Her gauze skirt hung low, only reaching her calves, fully revealing a small section of her smooth, rounded legs.

On her feet were a pair of embroidered royal blue shoes, bare of socks, her ankles delicate and translucent, her feet fair and beautiful, her whole being exuding a breathtaking, hazy beauty!

Upon seeing her, Ertai felt a surge of heat, wishing he could immediately pin the Empress Dowager down and properly serve her. The Empress Dowager, seeing the dashing and unrestrained Ertai, especially when her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the enormous bulge between his legs as he bowed to her, also felt her heart flutter with restlessness.

"Alright, all of you, leave. I have something I want to discuss with Ertai alone,"

the Empress Dowager impatiently waved her hand, ordering the servants in the room to leave.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The servants responded, then half-retreat out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The moment the servants closed the door, Ertai's lustful nature was revealed. He rushed to the Empress Dowager's side, swept her into his arms, and greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body, sucking on it sweetly while asking lewdly.

"Hmm...don't always be so impatient...ah..."

For some reason, after Ertai's repeated advances, the Empress Dowager's body had become unusually sensitive. Not only did Ertai's gentle embrace elicit soft moans and gasps from her.

Her soft, seductive moans were the perfect answer to Ertai's question. He carried the Empress Dowager to the bedside, a mischievous grin on his face. "My darling, did you miss me?"

"Stop teasing me, don't always embarrass me. It makes me feel like a whore..."

Hearing Ertai's teasing, the Empress Dowager blushed instantly, her face as red as a ripe apple, tempting one to take a bite.

"Nonsense, how could I be a whore? My dear Lian'er is the most tender woman in the world, I'm absolutely in love with her."

Ertai said sweetly, knowing that women need to be coaxed.

"Really?"

Ertai's sweet words immediately won over the Empress Dowager's tenderness.

"Of course it's true, I wouldn't lie to my dear Lian'er."

Ertai assured her with a smile.

"Then... then why haven't you come to see me for so long..."

The Empress Dowager's smile vanished, and she pouted her beautiful red lips, asking with a hint of resentment.

This… was something Ertai hadn't anticipated, somewhat like shooting himself in the foot. Fortunately, Ertai was quick-witted, and with a quick twitch of his eyes, he said, “Lian’er, you've truly wronged me, a huge injustice! These past few days, I've been busy dealing with the Red Lotus Sect rebels. In my heart, Lian’er's safety is more important than my own.”

“Really?”

The Empress Dowager raised an eyebrow, asking with a hint of doubt.

“Of course it's true,”

Ertai replied solemnly, even raising two fingers to swear, “If this is even slightly false, may heaven punish me…”

“Alright, Lian’er believes you. Don't make such a heavy oath…”

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by the Empress Dowager, and the way she interrupted him caused Ertai's penis to 'snap' hard.

She… interrupted with her soft, smooth, fragrant lips, her entire thin lips sealing Ertai's mouth, gently sucking and drawing them in. Her rosy tongue darted past his pearly teeth, playfully teasing his lips. The warm breath she exhaled filled Ertai's mouth and his heart…

“Lian'er… I love you so much…”

This was the first time the Empress Dowager had taken the initiative to kiss Ertai, making him incredibly aroused. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, taking the Empress Dowager's cherry-like lips inside, sucking, drawing, teasing, and kissing them.

“Ah… Ertai… kiss me… Lian'er wants…”

Feeling the comfort and pleasure brought by Ertai's long-awaited passionate kiss, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but ask for a kiss, even offering her own tongue to Ertai, letting him tease and provoke it at will.

"Mmm...so hot...my tongue is so numb...Ertai...ah...your tongue...mmm...you're so good at it..."

The Empress Dowager's lips uttered soft, comfortable moans. Her soft, boneless arms were tightly wrapped around Ertai's back, embracing him deeply, even to the point of being part of his blood and soul.

Ertai, in turn, held the Empress Dowager tightly, as if afraid she would disappear if he let go. Under his passionate kisses, vibrant blushes rose on the Empress Dowager's beautiful face, so intoxicating, so mesmerizing.

The Empress Dowager closed her beautiful eyes slightly, her delicate head gently caressed by Ertai's large hands. She felt the temperature rising within her, and couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm... I'm so hot... Ertai... I want it so much... Ah..."

These words were more powerful than a thousand for Ertai. He knew the Empress Dowager was aroused by his kisses, so he continued to kiss her deeply. His large hands, through the thin gauze and bodice, gently caressed and kneaded her full, plump breasts, his index finger teasing the two small nipples.

"Mmm... No... You're bad... Be gentle..."

The Empress Dowager couldn't resist the teasing of Ertai, a seasoned expert. After a few movements, she was panting heavily, moaning repeatedly. She felt that Ertai's large hands possessed some kind of magic, bringing her unprecedented pleasure.

"You said no, but look how wet it is here..."

Ertai teased with a wicked smile, his fingers rapidly kneading the Empress Dowager's nipples.

"You... ah... I hate you... um... stop... you're so naughty... um... you just... know how to... tease... Lian'er..."

The Empress Dowager looked over as Ertai spoke and saw that her nipples had become erect under his teasing. Her pretty face flushed red, and she breathed shyly.

Seeing the once high and mighty, respected Empress Dowager now writhing under his caresses, moaning and uttering sweet nothings that would make others' eyes pop out, Ertai couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and quickened his teasing movements even further.

Soon, amidst the Empress Dowager's increasingly high-pitched and pleasurable moans, Ertai had already removed her light gauze robe, untied the ribbons of her bodice, pushed it against her fair neck, lowered his head, and opened his mouth wide to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking and playing with it with his tongue.

"Ah... my nipples are so swollen... Ertai... Lian'er is so itchy... no... Lian'er... mmm no... ah..."

The Empress Dowager said 'no', but in reality, she held Ertai's head in her arms, pressing it forcefully against her chest to make the pleasure more real and intense.

Ertai also sensed the Empress Dowager's desire and need, kissing and sucking her nipples even more intensely, while one large hand grasped her other breast, his fingers caressing the flesh and teasing the nipple. The other large hand groped around the Empress Dowager's smooth, bare waist. Instead of pulling down her tight panties, it slipped its hand inside, touching her soft, moist, and hot vulva.

"Ertai... ah... so good..."

The Empress Dowager's body shuddered violently at Ertai's gentle touch, her soft body undulating like waves. With each throbbing of her body, the warm, moist air from her vulva would gush onto Ertai's fingertips, then travel along his fingers to every part of his body, causing even his strong body to lose itself in the gentle embrace.

"Mmm...so good...I want it...good brother...hurry up and give it to me...ah...Lian'er..."

Ertai's mouth, which had been kissing the Empress Dowager's nipples, had now moved to her cheeks. His soft tongue licked her mouth, cheeks, and earlobes, sucking on the tender nipples, making her feel numb and weak all over.

Ertai's large hands roamed and caressed her breasts and vulva, making the Empress Dowager feel as if she were floating on air, her soul adrift. Her fair, soft hands involuntarily caressed Ertai's entire body, and her moans grew increasingly hot and urgent.

"Ah... Ertai... You're so good at this... Ah... It's making my... nipples so swollen... My pussy so itchy... No, I can't... anymore..."

"Good brother... Dear husband... Your fingers are so... so... amazing... Good sister... I'm going to... I'm going to... Lose it... Harder... Harder..." "Lian'er, you're so beautiful..." Ertai kept praising her as he worked on the Empress Dowager's body.

The Empress Dowager was used to hearing praise from others, but she especially loved Ertai's passionate words when they were making love. While enjoying the extreme pleasure and comfort that Ertai brought her, she took the initiative to reach her two small hands to Ertai's waist. One hand eagerly grasped Ertai's penis through his pants, while the other hand skillfully and quickly untied Ertai's belt.

"Lian'er... Hmm... So good... Faster..."

Ertai couldn't help but moan with pleasure as the Empress Dowager's tender hands grasped his large penis and gently stroked it up and down.

Ertai's passionate moans were the best encouragement for the Empress Dowager, who became even more vigorous in her caresses, her body swaying slightly with the movements of her hands. She looked up at Ertai with alluring eyes, as if seeking praise and reward.

"Good girl, so good..."

Looking at the Empress Dowager's charming face and feeling the pleasure her small hands brought him, Ertai kissed her right cheek deeply, praising her affectionately.

"Ertai...it's so hard...and...it seems to have gotten bigger..."

The Empress Dowager's small hand had already freed Ertai's restraints, releasing his enormous penis from his trousers. She held it in her palm, playing with it and marveling at how much larger it had become. At the same time, she couldn't help but fantasize about how pleasurable it would be if his now-grown penis entered her beautiful vagina.

"Haha, isn't that what my dear sister misses?"

Ertai said with a wicked smile, digging his finger heavily into the old lady's beautiful vulva as he spoke.

"Ah...you're bad..."

Ertai's actions overwhelmed the old lady, making her feel as if her body was on fire, especially her vulva, which was tingling and throbbing intensely, desperately craving a strong penis to relieve the itch.

She was now blinded by lust, no longer the high and mighty, authoritative old lady of the past, but a woman, or more accurately, a woman who desperately craved pleasure and enjoyment from her lover!

Driven by this lust, the old lady worked harder with her small hands to stroke Ertai's penis, while her fragrant lips kissed Ertai's body incessantly, her breath quick and hot as she pleaded, "Ertai...I'm hot...I want..."

"My darling Lian'er, what do you want?"

Ertai asked wickedly.

"You're so annoying..."

The Empress Dowager gave Ertai a coquettish glare. She was used to Ertai's teasing and knew that if she didn't say what Ertai wanted to hear, he wouldn't satisfy her. So, the Empress Dowager blushed and said shyly, "Good husband, Lian'er wants your big meat stick."

"What do you want a big meat stick for?"

"Of course, to put it in my... good Ertai... it's so itchy there..."

"Where is 'there'?"

"It's... it's my little honey hole..."

"Haha, Lian'er, you're so good. I love you so much. I'll give it to you right now..."

Hearing the Empress Dowager say such passionate words, Ertai stopped teasing her and flipped over to press himself against her.

The Empress Dowager, already burning with desire, saw that Ertai had stopped teasing her. She gave him a seductive wink, her small hands impatiently guiding his penis towards her vulva. At the same time, she spread her legs wide, displaying her wet, sweet spot to Ertai, welcoming the baptism of his large penis.

Just then, the eunuch's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door, "The Emperor has arrived!"

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