Empress Dowager Cixi's promiscuity

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a tribe called Aisin Gioro rose to prominence east of Shenyang, outside Shanhaiguan. Their leader, Nurhaci, was a young hero; he was not only brave and skilled in battle but also adept at strategy. Under Nurhaci's leadership, the Aisin Gioro tribe became the most powerful force in Northeast China within just a few years.
Nurhaci outwardly maintained peace with the Ming Dynasty while secretly strengthening his own power. He believed that unifying Manchuria and laying the foundation for the nation was only a matter of time, so he ordered craftsmen to undertake a large-scale construction project to build a shrine to worship the gods and ancestors.
"When the workers were digging the tomb for the shrine, they suddenly couldn't dig any further. They had unearthed a stone tablet with an inscription on it," a craftsman reported the progress of the construction.
Nurhaci asked, "Do you know what's written on it?"
The craftsman, pale-faced and trembling, stammered for a long time before finally saying, "...Our Gioro clan is...blessed by Heaven, and led by...a wise ruler, we will surely...enjoy the royal throne forever...and live as long as Heaven..."
Nurhaci, somewhat angry, asked, "What exactly is written on the stone tablet!?"
"It says: 'Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou.'"
So, Nurhaci, thinking of a way to eliminate the threat completely, ordered Nalinbulu to be beheaded and his head displayed publicly, thinking, "Hmph! Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou. I'll kill your master, let's see how you destroy it then!"
Seeing that everything he had was destroyed by Nurhaci, and that revenge was hopeless, Nalinbulu shouted before dying, "...As long as there is one person left in the Ye Chi kingdom, I will surely make your Gioro clan annihilated..." Then he laughed twice before his head fell to the ground.
Seeing that his greatest threat had been eliminated, Nurhaci was overjoyed and paid little attention to the stone tablet. Later, during the confiscation of the Buse family's property, he even took a liking to their daughter and chose her as his concubine, who later became Empress Taizu.
Initially, Nurhaci had eliminated the Yechi people because of the ominous record on the stone tablet that read "The one who destroys Jianzhou is Yechi." However, because Empress Taizu was originally a daughter of the Yechi people, he ensured the continuation of the Yechi lineage for the sake of maintaining a kinship, but secretly warned his descendants never to allow Yechi women to marry.
In the early Qing Dynasty, several emperors after Shunzhi strictly adhered to ancestral precepts, but by the time of Xianfeng, due to the passage of time, these precepts had gradually faded from memory…
In the spring of the nineteenth year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, in an ordinary courtyard in Beijing, a young couple sat in a pavilion enjoying the spring scenery. The woman held a baby girl in her arms, and the couple played with the infant. The woman said to her husband, "This baby was born in spring. Give her a name, and think about what to call her."
Seeing the garden in full bloom, a beautiful sight, she said, "How about naming her after a flower?"
The man looked at the baby girl in his wife's arms, her sweet smile, her fair skin, and her rosy lips—she was incredibly cute. He proudly said to his wife, "Look at her! She's so adorable. When she grows up, she'll surely grow into a beautiful young woman."
At that moment, a delicate fragrance filled the air, and the man had an inspiration: "How about we call her Lan'er?"
"Good! The orchid is a hermit among flowers, unassuming and releasing its fragrance in the secluded valley. How wonderful!" the woman said, gently calling to the baby girl in her arms, "Lan'er! Lan'er! So sweet, so sweet!"
Unfortunately, this moment of family bliss was as fleeting as a beautiful illusion. When Lan'er was twelve, her father passed away one after the other due to illness, leaving behind her ailing mother, a younger sister two years her junior, and a large sum of money in debt for medical expenses and funeral arrangements.
The river flowed slowly past, and Lan'er, holding her sister's small hand, gazed at the shimmering water under the setting sun. Thinking of the days to come, tears streamed down her face, and she longed to throw herself into the river and end it all. However, her sister's innocent eyes, filled with helplessness and trust, gave her courage, believing that she was not entirely without anything.
Fortunately, by some strange twist of fate, a bureaucratic error in the county magistrate's office resulted in Lan'er and her sister receiving three hundred taels of silver as a form of compensation, which helped them through their difficult time. Who would have thought that Wu Tang would later become the governor of Sichuan, thanks to this unexpected three
hundred taels of silver? The hardship did not hinder Lan'er's blossoming beauty. Naturally beautiful, Lan'er grew increasingly striking; the life of relying on others also made her increasingly adept at reading people's expressions.
That year, Emperor Xianfeng changed his reign title and began selecting young women to enter the palace. This was great news for Lan'er. The ornate buildings and delicacies of the palace were merely her daydreams, but now she had the opportunity to enter the palace, making her dreams come true and ensuring her family's livelihood.
Perhaps Lady Luck had finally awakened. Lan'er was ordered to be selected as a maid and was successfully chosen to serve in the palace.
Spring turned to autumn, and time flew by. Lan'er had been in the palace for half a year.
One night, Lan'er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. One moment she thought of the impoverished days of the past; the next she resolved to become a powerful and influential person, never again to be bullied or oppressed.
Lan'er thought about her current situation. She had entered the palace in spring, and now the heat of summer had passed, and autumn was approaching. Had everything been well at home during these past six months? Life in the palace seemed monotonous. Aside from work, she listened to the maids and eunuchs chatter and gossip: who had argued with whom… who lost her jewelry… that person's mouth was too wide, their nose too broad…
Lost in thought, Lan'er finally got out of bed to get some fresh air. The night dew grew heavier, and soon Lan'er's clothes and hair were covered in dewdrops, but she seemed oblivious, still sitting in a corner of the garden, deep in thought.
"Who's there?" A gruff voice suddenly called out in the quiet night.
Startled by the voice, Lan'er looked up and saw Ronglu, an armed imperial guard, approaching. Ronglu said, "It's the middle of the night; don't wander around the palace."
Lan'er replied, "I'm just sitting here; I haven't been wandering around!" Suddenly startled, Lan'er became a little embarrassed and angry, throwing a tantrum like a little girl, and demanded, "Can't I sit here for a bit?"
Seeing that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Ronglu didn't know what to say and could only smile wryly, saying, "Go back to your room and sleep! It's getting late."
These words of concern might have been just casual remarks, but they warmed Lan'er's heart. Since entering the palace, Lan'er had never spoken so intimately to anyone, and she felt as if Ronglu was a rare confidant. Lan'er couldn't help but pour out her longing for her family, and tears streamed down her face.
Hearing Lan'er's longing for her mother, Ronglu couldn't bear it and comforted her, saying, "I can find a way to help you."
After careful planning, Ronglu not only ensured Lan'er's safe departure from the palace, fulfilling her wish, but also accompanied her on her journey. Naturally, Lan'er was deeply grateful for the family reunion and Ronglu's considerate actions.
After this incident, Lan'er also realized Ronglu's love for her. As she grew older, she gradually came to understand the feelings of love between a man and a woman, and their affection deepened day by day. They often spent time together under the flowers and moon, their figures intertwined.
Even the chilly wind and falling snow couldn't cool their burning passion. The young lovers nestled together in their small storage room, whispering sweet nothings, their hearts entwined in blissful intimacy. One was like dry wood meeting a raging fire; the other, innocent and naive, found their transgression a manifestation of love in words and gestures.
Ronglu greedily inhaled the scent of cosmetics on Lan'er's face; he gently touched his lips to her delicate, soft cheeks. Lan'er felt as if a spring breeze was caressing her face—warm, delicate, intoxicating, and ethereal… with a slight tingling, itchy sensation. That indescribable feeling brought a sense of complete relaxation, yet also a restless tension.
Ronglu's hand, restless, slipped inside Lan'er's clothes, searching with a mixture of agility and clumsiness. One by one, the buttons of Lan'er's cotton-padded jacket came undone, until she felt a cool sensation on her chest. Her small, barely-filled breasts were now covered by Ronglu's large hand. Lan'er felt a wave of shyness wash over her, as if she were surrounded by eyes that were watching her with greed and mockery. She hurriedly pressed her chest against Ronglu's chest to try and cover herself.
Her newly developed breasts were just slightly protruding mounds of flesh, but Ronglu's palm could keenly feel the tip of her breast hardening and trembling. With each slight movement, it felt as if it were scratching the tender flesh of his palm. Ronglu, his emotions surging, felt a restless desire stirring within him, like a trapped beast struggling desperately.
Lan'er, lost in passion, felt her whole body burning and weakening, a churning sensation in her lower abdomen. An irresistible urge, emanating from a sensitive area, made Lan'er blush and her heart race. She could only find release through the twisting of her body and soft moans.
Ronglu's groin was taut with excitement; he no longer cared about palace rules. Even with a knife to his throat, he couldn't stop.
"Hiss!" Ronglu roughly ripped off Lan'er's lower garment. "Ah...Brother Rong..." Lan'er felt a chill in her lower body, followed by a warm current from Ronglu's palm against her vulva, making her feel both comfortable and shy.
Lan'er's smooth, delicate vulva, sparsely covered with fine down, felt warm and slightly damp to Ronglu's touch. With a low growl in his rapid breathing, Ronglu rolled down his pants halfway, spread Lan'er's thighs, and pressed his trembling penis against her vulva.
Ronglu's rapid, hurried movements caught Lan'er off guard. She felt a hard object rubbing and protruding at her vaginal opening. A tingling, indescribable sensation followed by a piercing pain.
"Ah...ah...Brother Rong...it hurts...ah...no...no...uh...ah..." Lan'er struggled, twisting her lower body and pushing away with all her might. She couldn't help but wonder why what she had vaguely anticipated during the caresses was
now such pain. Ronglu, his emotions running high to the point of madness, ignored Lan'er's cries and struggles, only seeking self-gratification. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Lan'er's waist, pressing down hard on his hips, forcing his penis into her narrow opening.
Perhaps it was the narrowness and tightness of a virgin's vagina; perhaps it was the tension, but as soon as the head of Ronglu's penis entered the vaginal opening, he felt a tingling, chilling sensation, followed by an uncontrollable itch, and thick streams of semen shot out.
Lan'er felt as if her vaginal opening was being stretched and torn open, the pain so intense it felt as if her lower body had suddenly been ripped away. But amidst Ronglu's rapid, labored breathing, she felt a sudden, warm swelling within her vagina, a warm current rolling and churning inside. The only relief was that Ronglu's penis seemed to have stopped penetrating.
At that moment, Lan'er's mind was in turmoil. She felt the sorrow of losing her virginity, yet also the warmth rolling within her vagina, which brought her a strange, unsatisfying pleasure. Lan'er thought, half-understanding, "...If only there were no pain...only the final pleasure...how wonderful that would be..."
Ronglu's clarity after his emotional outburst made him realize the trouble he had caused, and how utterly incompetent he had become. He lowered his head, licking the tears from Lan'er's cheeks, murmuring, "...Lan'er...I love you...Lan'er...I'm sorry...Lan'er..."
Perhaps between a man and a woman, just the word "love" can mask all that is wrong. Lan'er heard soft whispers of love in her ear, and the pain she had just felt, along with the consequences of their affair, vanished instantly. However, they both knew that their circumstances and social status would make their relationship difficult, even hopeless, but they didn't want to dwell on it. Perhaps happiness was the priority now.
She had imagined the palace would be filled with music, dance, fine clothes, and delicacies, but after entering, Lan'er felt the loneliness and isolation of a noble family. At this time of emptiness, Ronglu entered her life, igniting her feelings like a spark—perhaps a form of solace, or perhaps a form of anesthesia.
After this intimate encounter, Lan'er and Ronglu's relationship deepened to an inseparable state. They began to meet secretly, embrace secretly, and indulge in secret passions…
Time flew by, and four years passed in the blink of an eye.
Lan'er was seventeen years old. Her former beauty remained, but with age and the nourishment of love, her awkwardness and naivety had faded, replaced by a graceful and poised demeanor. She was intelligent, shrewd, and worldly-wise.
In the fourth year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, an edict was issued to the palace: "...because the Empress cannot bear children, another concubine will be chosen to compensate for her infertility..." This news was a rare opportunity for the palace maids, and seventeen women were already listed in the edict's register, Lan'er being one of them.
Lan'er was overjoyed to learn of this, but the thought of Ronglu immediately dashed her joy, replaced by hesitation and sorrow. Being summoned by the Emperor was certainly a good thing; however, it was impossible to be with Ronglu again. Putting aside physical pleasure, their relationship, which had lasted for over three years, couldn't be easily severed.
After several internal struggles, Lan'er finally decided to accept the summons. She thought to herself, "...Being summoned doesn't mean I'll be chosen as a concubine... Even if I'm not chosen, I can still be with Ronglu..." However, Lan'er never told Ronglu about the summons; they simply kept it to themselves.
On the day of the concubine selection, the Emperor had already arrived quite some time ago, and the other summoned palace maids had all bowed to him. As Xianfeng was calling the roll, Lan'er finally arrived, albeit late. She calmly bowed to the Emperor. Lan'er was dressed plainly, without even makeup or rouge. She thought that this way, the Emperor would not choose her, thus neither disobeying the decree nor hindering her continued relationship with Ronglu.
Xianfeng usually associated with women adorned with gold and silver, dressed extravagantly. But now, she was a girl dressed simply yet elegantly, beautiful yet not overtly seductive, who stood out among the crowd.
Emperor Xianfeng saw her eyes, brimming with youthful charm, and her cherry-red lips, so alluring they seemed almost too beautiful to look away. He gazed at her intently for a long while before finally regaining
his composure and telling her to rise. It was love at first sight for Xianfeng to meet Lan'er. Since the Empress was at Cining Palace to receive the Empress Dowager's summons, Xianfeng, without hesitation, ordered all the other concubines to return home, leaving only Lan'er behind.
Lan'er was puzzled that the Emperor had kept her for questioning, but seeing his unwavering gaze, she felt reassured and relaxed.
She bowed again, and Xianfeng, with a gentle smile, helped her up, saying, "Rise and stand aside."
He asked, "Is your name Lan'er? I've never seen you before." Xianfeng felt it was a waste that he hadn't noticed such a beautiful woman in the palace sooner.
Lan'er blushed slightly under Xianfeng's gaze and lowered her head, replying, "This servant entered the palace three years ago, but because Your Majesty has not summoned me regularly, Your Majesty does not recognize me."
Xianfeng couldn't help but tease, "So, it's my fault!"
Lan'er said fearfully, "This servant dares not!"
Xianfeng laughed even more heartily, "Good! I grant you leniency. However, I want you to raise your head so I can take a closer look."
Hearing Xianfeng's kind tone, Lan'er slowly raised her head.
She saw Lan'er's rosy cheeks, her eyes sparkling with charm, and her beauty was captivating. The more Xianfeng looked at her, the more he loved her; the more he loved her, the more he looked, his eyes seeming to spit fire, making Lan'er blush with shyness and lower her head again.
Emperor Xianfeng suddenly realized his embarrassment and hurriedly asked a question to save face: "Judging from your appearance, you must be a Manchu!" "
My late father, nara, whose personal name was Huizheng, was a deputy general who died in office. I followed my late father to his post and thus lived in the Jiangnan area for a long time."
Emperor Xianfeng murmured his praise, "No wonder she appears to be a beauty from the North, yet possesses the gentle charm of a Southern woman. Excellent! Excellent!" He then gently stroked Lan'er's delicate hand with obvious affection.
Lan'er, of course, knew what Xianfeng was planning. She was both delighted and nervous at such favor, and for a moment, she completely forgot about her past affair with Ronglu.
The eunuch beside her, knowing that this amorous emperor was about to find pleasure in Lan'er again, discreetly slipped away. Xianfeng, holding Lan'er's hand, naturally led her towards the imperial bedchamber.
Lan'er was no longer the virgin she once was. She possessed full breasts, a supple waist, long, slender legs, and thick, glossy black pubic hair. More importantly, her countless sexual experiences with Ronglu had given her a deeper understanding of matters between men and women, and a better grasp of how to please the emperor so that both of them could enjoy sexual pleasure. Lan'er's only concern was how to conceal the fact that she was no longer a virgin.
Upon entering the palace, Emperor Xianfeng eagerly embraced the blushing Lan'er, gently and skillfully undressing her. He had done this countless times before, but strangely, today he felt particularly excited. His heart pounded faster with each undress. Once Lan'er was fully clothed
, her snow-white, delicate skin and her pink breasts, like freshly peeled chicken heads… caused even the seasoned Emperor Xianfeng, accustomed to such displays, to feel his blood boil and his breath quicken. He quickly removed the cumbersome robes himself, his manhood already erect and ready. The
emperor's power was indeed extraordinary. Although Lan'er had seen Ronglu's penis before, Xianfeng's was thicker and longer. Perhaps the emperor had his own unique way of "raising" his "chicken"! The sight of Xianfeng's erect penis sent a shiver down Lan'er's spine, and she secretly wondered if she could handle it.
While she pondered this, Xianfeng's mouth was already on Lan'er's nipple, licking, grinding, and sucking fiercely; his left hand kneaded her right breast, while his right hand rubbed against her vulva.
A tingling heat coursed through Lan'er's body, revealing passionate desire wherever it went: furrowed brows, closed eyes, half-open lips, soft moans, erect nipples… then gradually building up in her lower abdomen, a surge of heat in her lower dantian, making her feel as if she were in a furnace, yet utterly powerless to move an inch.
"Ah…Long live the Emperor…Master…Ugh…No…Hmm…No…Hmm…It itches…I'm so ashamed…Ah…I…Hmm…" Lan'er's gentle, wanton moans did nothing to slow Xianfeng's pace; instead, they fueled his lust, driving him to caress and grope her even more frantically.
Emperor Xianfeng wished he had an extra mouth to lick and suck between her breasts, occasionally letting out ecstatic "tsk! tsk! tsk!" sounds as if savoring a delicious treat. His right thumb massaged her clitoris; his middle finger, following the slippery lubrication, gently moved in and out of Lan'er's vagina.
"Mmm...no...oh...it's so itchy...ah...no..." Lan'er murmured dreamily, yet she could clearly and acutely feel the hard knuckles of his fingers effectively scratching her itchy spots, even penetrating deeper, reaching corners that drove her mad.
Emperor Xianfeng smeared his hands, still wet with semen, on Lan'er's vulva, while gently kissing her cheek and soothingly saying, "Lan'er, I'm going to insert my penis into your vagina. It will hurt a little at first, but if you relax and bear it, you will naturally feel the pleasure of intercourse." Emperor Xianfeng was indeed a seasoned lover; his gentle words always had a hypnotic effect, making the beauty beneath him nod in agreement.
Lan'er's lust was already surging like a tide, her heart screaming, "Quickly...quickly...insert it...insert it hard..." But her mouth pleaded, "Your Majesty...please be gentle...this servant...is afraid...can't take it..." To be honest, Lan'er's eyes caught a glimpse of the red glans, and she was indeed a little frightened.
Emperor Xianfeng knelt between Lan'er's legs, casually placing a pillow under her buttocks, and then spread her legs wide, exposing every detail of her vulva. It was as if, through the "O"-shaped vaginal opening, one could glimpse the slowly writhing, moist vaginal walls.
"Your Majesty... I'm so ashamed... don't... look like that... ah..." Lan'er naturally covered her face with her hands. This shy yet utterly lewd expression seemed to give Xianfeng a sadistic pleasure.
Xianfeng lowered his body, guiding his penis against the vaginal opening, gently rubbing the glans against it to collect some moisture, then slowly lowering his hips to push the glans into her vagina.
From the initial caresses to the details before penetration, Xianfeng's actions made Lan'er compare him to Ronglu. Lan'er felt that everything Xianfeng did to her was appropriate and effective in arousing her desire, unlike Ronglu's brute force that only sought his own gratification. Lan'er seemed to foresee that this intercourse would bring even greater pleasure.
"Ah...it hurts...ah ah...be gentle...Your Majesty...be gentle..." Although Lan'er was not a virgin, her cries of pain this time were genuine. It was because Xianfeng's penis was indeed incredibly thick, and as it squeezed in inch by inch, although it was not as painful as the initial sting of deflowering, the tightness of her vaginal opening, which she had not yet adapted to, made her feel as if her vaginal opening was being torn apart.
Although the beauty's cries made Xianfeng feel sorry for her, he could clearly feel the warmth and moisture inside her vagina, as well as the soft, sucking-like movements, which made him unable to suppress his desire. He only wanted to go deeper, to let his entire penis, and even his whole body, feel the distant and vague memory of being tightly wrapped in a narrow, moist uterus.
"Ah...Long live...Your...Mmm...So big...This servant...Ah...Can't...Take it...Ah..." Lan'er's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched the sheets spasmodically, enduring the increasing pleasure amidst the tension.
"Mmm ah!" When the penis was fully inside, Xianfeng cheered with relief. After a brief pause, he began to slowly thrust, his mouth murmuring between breaths, "Lan'er...Your...Little hole...So tight...So...Comfortable...So comfortable...I want to bestow upon you...the title of Noble...Consort...From now on...You must...Always...Accompany...Me..." Although it was indecent talk in bed, it was still a king's word, and he had spoken.
"Mmm...Mmm...Ah..." Lan'er responded weakly with the force of Xianfeng's thrusts, a promise and a thank you. The throbbing penis inside her vagina gave her an irreplaceable pleasure. Her hands gradually tightened around Xianfeng's shoulders and neck, a yearning for more intense movements welling up inside her, and she involuntarily began to twist and sway her hips.
Lan'er's undulating lower body made Xianfeng's thrusts smoother, faster, and more forceful. The point of contact made a splashing sound during the thrusting; the skin hitting each other made a slapping sound, mingling with moans of "Mmm... Ah...", like a symphony of debauchery.
After nearly an incense stick's time, the repeated piston-like movements brought Xianfeng's accumulated energy to a critical point. A sudden tingling sensation in his lower back caused him to ejaculate thick streams of hot semen during his rapid thrusts. His penis, still sharp, pushed the semen like a pump, rushing deep into Lan'er's womb. "Haaah...uh..." Emperor Xianfeng gasped and convulsed, his hands gripping Lan'er's breasts tightly, as if he wanted to crush them.
During their continuous, intense lovemaking, Lan'er was already lost in ecstasy, her mind wandering to the heavens. While Xianfeng's hot semen brought her to another level of ecstasy, it was merely icing on the cake, better than nothing... After
a night of passionate lovemaking, Lan'er was now Emperor Xianfeng's most favored concubine, and he bestowed upon her the title of Noble Lady. Not long after, Lan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the palace, with everyone offering congratulations. Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed, while Ronglu felt his heart bleeding—but what could he do?
The little boy was immediately named Crown Prince and given the name "Zai." Noble Lady Lan, because of this son, became an Imperial Noble Consort and changed her name to "Empress Dowager Cixi."

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