【conqueror】

In 1062 BC, a major upheaval occurred in the Shang Dynasty. Crown Prince Qi was assassinated along with Marquis Jiang Hengfei of Donglu in Taihe City, Donglu. Simultaneously, the second prince in Chaoge suddenly went mad. Emperor Yi also fell ill and died on his sickbed.
The third prince, Zixing, along with the Grand Tutor Wen Zhong, led the Chaoge army to a decisive victory over the 100,000-strong barbarian army of Halu. Zixing even killed Halu, a key general of Yuansheng, in a single battle. This victory brought him fame, greatly boosting the morale of his troops, and they drove Yuansheng out of the Central Plains. Intending to lead his army directly to the heart of Shang, news of the upheaval in Chaoge forced Zixing to withdraw.
On October 1062 BC, at the age of 16, Zixing ascended the throne as the new king of Shang, the last emperor of the Shang Dynasty, King Zhou. At his mother's behest, he married his cousin Jiang Ning as his first wife, bestowing upon her the title of Empress and placing her in charge of the harem.
On the day of his coronation, he bestowed titles upon his officials and issued a new decree granting amnesty to the entire realm. The whole nation rejoiced, washing away the grief of the late king's passing. Zixing,
who had hastily ascended the throne, appointed his friend Huang Feihu as the Grand General of the Northern Expedition, leading 200,000 troops to continue the campaign against Yuansheng and quell the rebellion in the north, in order to stabilize morale. Wen Zhong led troops south to assist the Marquis of Nanbo in resisting the Nanman. He bestowed upon his cousin Jiang Yuchu the title of Marquis of Dongbo, commanding all the vassal states of Donglu. He appointed the eldest son of the Marquis of Xibo as an official in Chaoge, effectively a hostage. He issued new decrees in the capital, ensuring the people
's prosperity. With his extraordinary intelligence and courage, Zixing, within a year, deterred the vassal states from any further action, essentially crushing their ambitions, and the new Shang Dynasty rose again on the land of China.
In 1060, King Zhou returned from his northern expedition, finally striking at Yuansheng's stronghold. The people of Chaoge celebrated his return with lanterns and decorations. But
on the other side of this peaceful and prosperous scene, a venomous curse echoed from the shadows. Will the curse come true? Will it bring down the prosperous Shang Dynasty? We shall wait and see.
The Shang army returned in triumph, and Queen Jiang Ning, along with the concubines of the three palaces, welcomed King Zhou. Zi Xing, returning from his expedition, saw his beloved wife and the three palaces welcoming him. He quickly stepped forward, took the hands of the Queen and the Western Palace Consort , and walked alongside them, feeling immense joy. Now that the great threat to the north of the Shang Dynasty had been eliminated, the people could finally enjoy peace.
Seeing King Zhou's imposing presence, the ministers immediately knelt and shouted in unison, "Congratulations on your triumphant return, Your Majesty! Long live the King! Long live the King!"
King Zhou ascended the throne, with the Western Palace Consorts seated on his left and right. Civil and military officials sat on either side. Drums and music resounded, and singing and dancing began in the hall. The ministers feasted and drank, and the graceful dancers performed captivating dances, making even the seasoned warriors drool. After several rounds of drinks, some even danced with the dancers, and one, unable to contain himself, embraced and forcibly kissed one. The dancers scattered in terror.
Other generals quickly restrained the drunken general, awaiting the king's judgment. The general, awakened by a splash of cold water, trembled with fear, realizing he was doomed.
King Zhou, who had accompanied him on the northern expedition, knew his generals, spent their days fighting on the battlefield, rarely experiencing the tenderness and affection of women. Having made his decision, he laughed loudly: "Release that general!" Then, looking at the dancer he had embraced, he said, "Go and pour wine for that general; it's rare for a battlefield hero to appreciate your beauty."
Those in the hall who expected King Zhou to unleash his fury and execute the offender were surprised to find him ordering the dancer to offer him wine.
The offending general immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, you deserve death for offending the
Emperor's majesty at the banquet. Even a thousand cuts would not be too much for me!" "General, you fight day and night on the battlefield to protect the peace and prosperity of my Great Shang people. How can I execute a hero who defends his country for such a trivial matter?"
King Zhou slowly descended from his throne and helped the general to his feet. The Emperor personally helping his guilty minister to his feet stirred the blood of the generals present.
The general, seeing the King's treatment, felt deeply ashamed and moved to tears by his gratitude. Zixing
was also in tears. King Zhou asked, "General, how old are you this year?
Do you have a wife?" Seeing that the King was asking a question, the general dared not be negligent and quickly replied, "Your Majesty, I am 30 years
old this year and still unmarried." Upon hearing this, Zixing immediately reproached himself, saying, "I had three palaces and six courtyards when I was only 18, yet the general is 30 and still unmarried; it is truly my fault." He looked around and then loudly proclaimed, "Today I bestow upon each of you a beautiful woman!"
The generals, quite fortunate, upon learning of the King's gift of beauties, all immediately knelt to thank him for his imperial grace. After easing the awkwardness, everyone began to drink and chat again. With the King's favor, everyone relaxed and spoke freely.
After quietly glancing around and seeing the generals looking at him like a god, Zixing raised his cup:
"Generals, you have worked hard. This cup represents the people of the Great Shang Dynasty toasting you all." He then downed it in one gulp. Seeing the king's unrestrained and heroic spirit, the generals all stood up, raised their cups, and shouted in unison: "We wish our king a long life, the Great Shang Dynasty a thousand years long, and the people of the Great Shang Dynasty eternal peace!" Their hearty and heroic voices echoed throughout the palace.
The banquet lasted from afternoon until evening before concluding. The queen helped the weary King Zhou to the Heavenly Pavilion to rest.
Halfway there, Zixin instructed them to proceed to the Cining Palace to pay their respects to the queen mother.
Seeing her husband's exhaustion, Queen Jiang Ning couldn't bear it and quickly advised, "Your Majesty, you've returned from the campaign utterly weary. Rest early tonight, and visit the Empress Dowager tomorrow."
Seeing his wife's concern, King Zhou gently lifted her face and smiled, "My beloved, you needn't worry about me. My mother must be extremely concerned for my safety after I've been away for so many days. Returning to court, I'll have to entertain all the officials; delaying my greetings to her is already unfilial. How can I put it off until tomorrow?"
The Queen, seeing the King's reasoning, realized she herself seemed foolish and didn't try to dissuade him. She reproached herself, saying,
"Your Majesty is so filial; how could I be so inconsiderate? Please punish me."
Hearing this, King Zhou laughed loudly, "Haha, alright, alright, my beloved wife, don't talk about punishment. You're only doing this for my own good. How could I punish such a loving wife?"
"Your Majesty, I..." the Queen said, filled with shame. Before she could say anything more, Zixin grasped his beloved wife's hand and said, "Your Majesty, don't say anything more. I know you mean well. Tonight I wish to take a bath; have someone prepare it. I'll go see my mother first, then I'll go to your place."
The Queen and the others, having received King Zhou's order, accepted it and withdrew: "Yes, Your Majesty, we'll go prepare now. We'll take our leave."
Zixin watched the Queen's graceful figure disappear into the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips. The beautiful Queen was so understanding, her slender figure captivating.
The eunuch Fei Zhong, seeing King Zhou standing there in a daze, quickly called out, "Your Majesty, the Queen has gone far away. Are we going to Cining Palace?"
Upon hearing this, Zixin immediately snapped out of his reverie and shouted in a deep, powerful voice, "Prepare the carriage for Cining Palace!" The
Empress Dowager Cining, having learned of her third son's return to court, came to pay her respects that very night. She immediately ordered the palace maids to come out and greet him, and personally prepared soup for her beloved son.
Led by a palace maid, Zi Xin slowly made his way to his mother's bedroom. He didn't notice his mother's unease, and was about to ask her something
when Bi Hua, the queen's close maid, saw this and knew what King Zhou was thinking. She quickly stepped forward to explain, "Your Majesty, Miss is very happy to know you've come, and she personally prepared soup for you."
Zi Xin recognized Bi Hua as her mother's maid from her childhood home. Because her mother was often lonely, Bi Hua had always been her companion. Although they were mistress and servant, their relationship was like sisters, and Zi Xin naturally treated her with great respect.
"Aunt Bi," Zi Xin said, "there are so many palace maids in Cining Palace, why does Mother still have to do such menial work? I think those maids don't want to live!" Although he was dissatisfied with Bi Hua's reply, he was still mindful of her status as his mother's closest confidante and could only blame the other maids.
Hearing Zixin blame the palace maids, Bi Hua understood his meaning and smiled slightly: "I dare not accept the King calling me Aunt Bi, but please don't blame those palace maids. It was Miss who insisted on going to the kitchen. I have never seen Miss so happy before."
Knowing his mother was in a good mood, Zixin couldn't help but think of how he had neglected communication with his mother since his ascension to the throne, preoccupied with state affairs. Especially during that time, his eldest brother had passed away, his second brother had gone mad, and his father had died. Thinking of this, he felt a pang of guilt.
Bi Hua, having lived for nearly forty years, understood everything. Seeing the king's expression, he knew what was on his mind and naturally offered words of comfort. He told him how worried the Empress Dowager was upon learning he had personally led the troops against the Northern Barbarians… even staying up until dawn several times. Zixin felt even more guilty towards his mother after hearing this.
Just then, a cheerful, bright voice rang out, "You, Bi Hua, what bad things have you said about me in front of my son?"
A graceful and elegant woman carrying hot soup slowly entered. Though nearly forty, she was as well-preserved as a woman in her thirties, with almost no wrinkles. Her magnificent clothes exuded nobility, and her kind eyes radiated benevolence. She was the mistress of Cining Palace, the current king's biological mother, Empress Dowager Jiang.
Empress Dowager Jiang entered and immediately saw Zixin's face streaked with tears. Her heart ached with pity; she knew without a doubt that Bi Hua must have said something to upset her strong son. She quickly reprimanded her, "What did you say, girl, to make my son so sad? I'll use family discipline!"
Seeing her mistress scolding Bi Hua, Bi Hua was too frightened to utter a sound. Zixin quickly came to Bi Hua's rescue, saying, "Don't blame Aunt Bi, it's my fault for being so busy with state affairs."
Empress Dowager Jiang wouldn't truly punish Bi Hua; seeing an opportunity to back down, she readily accepted, though her words were still harsh:
"Girl, thanks to Zixin for pleading for you today, otherwise I would have broken your legs. Hurry up and thank her and leave."
After Bi Hua left, Zixin saw the sorrow hidden beneath her mother's smile, and she could clearly sense her mother's pain and loneliness. She felt deeply remorseful. He immediately knelt down, kowtowing to his mother and weeping, "Mother, I am an unfilial son. I have never visited you. I deserve to die..."
Seeing Zixin's genuine emotions, Empress Dowager Jiang felt both comforted and heartbroken. She noticed how thin Zixin had become from years of fighting on the frontier. She quickly bent down and embraced Zixin's swollen head, saying, "My child, you are my good child. How could you be unfilial? You have worked so hard for the country, and you are so haggard. I have never taken good care of you." Thinking of his pain, the Empress Dowager also wept.
King Zhou, held in his mother's soft embrace, felt his heart pounding inexplicably. Zixin probably couldn't understand that feeling at the time.
After the mother and son wept bitterly for a long time, the Empress Dowager, having received comfort from her only remaining relative, felt her grief lessen considerably. Wiping away her tears, she smiled and comforted him, "Look at us, mother and son, why are we crying like this? Come on, drink the soup, it's getting cold." She then took a spoon, blew on the soup for a while, and urged Zixin to drink it.
After reluctantly taking the first sip of soup, Zixin reached for the spoon. However, the Empress Dowager refused to continue feeding him.
The dignified King Zhou felt slightly embarrassed to be fed like a child by his mother: "Mother, I'll do it myself."
Seeing her son's embarrassment, the Empress Dowager smiled happily, her radiant smile leaving Zixin speechless. "Child, I'm sorry I fed you. No matter how old you are, you're still my child. Here, have another sip, how does it taste?"
"Delicious, delicious." Even the wise emperor was always like a child in front of his mother. Remembering his mother's love, now that the world was at peace, he vowed to repay her doubly and enjoy the joys of family life.
Time flew by, and as mother and son chatted, it grew late, necessitating a temporary departure.
Upon leaving Cining Palace, the eunuch Fei Zhong asked Zixin, "Which palace will Your Majesty visit tonight?"
Zixin then remembered his promise to bathe in the hot springs of Fengluan Palace and ordered his carriage to be prepared there.
The eunuchs shouted orders, preparing the carriage for the Phoenix Palace. The entourage proceeded to the Empress's chambers.
Zixin, weary from a day's work, arrived at the steaming hot spring. Fragrant flowers floated on the surface of the water, their scents invigorating. Feeling refreshed, Zixin loosened his belt and slowly stepped into the pool. The unique natural energy of the hot spring rushed from his feet to his head, leaving him feeling incredibly comfortable. He
relaxed completely, slowly immersing himself in the boiling water. Just as he was about to close his eyes to rest, a pair of smooth, gentle hands slid onto his back, slender fingers slowly tracing his strong, muscular back. The fingers seemed to guide his soul, pulling it away from his heart, causing it to wander and quickly enter his meridians.
Feeling his heart about to leave his chest, Zixin abruptly turned and pulled the owner of those hands into the hot spring. Before the woman could react, she was soaked to the bone—more like a lotus emerging from the water than a lotus.
The thin silk robe was soaked through by the hot spring, revealing glimpses of a woman's or young girl's breasts. A pair of red nipples stood proudly erect in the wet fabric. Zi Xin was stunned.
The woman was none other than the new Queen of the Shang Dynasty. Jiang Ning, who had intended to play a prank, had been dragged into the water by Zi Xin, leaving her disheveled . She resorted to coquettishness, a woman's natural instinct: "Your Majesty, you've bullied me, you've made my whole body..."
But when her eyes met Zi Xin's, she saw a strange glint in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her. His strong chest trembled violently... This sight abruptly stopped her from speaking.
Zi Xin had just returned from the battlefield, and now, seeing his beloved wife's body partially exposed, he found it even more alluring than if she were completely naked. He abruptly pulled the soft female body into his arms, pressing it tightly against his own thirsty body.
The Queen, feeling suffocated by the weight, struggled slightly before catching her breath, saying, "Your Majesty, you're pressing down on me so hard I can't breathe."
Zi Xin felt the soft body writhing in his arms, the sensation so real and comfortable. He could clearly feel the woman's erect nipples brushing against his sensitive pectoral muscles, and his large hands caressing her soft back with a feeling of never being able to cleanse it completely. His hands increased their pressure… The Queen's cherry-red lips, barely able to catch her breath, began to draw air into her throat from Zi Xin's caresses.
Jiang Ning, her cheeks flushed, uttered a captivating, seductive cry from her red lips, "Ah…Your Majesty…I can't breathe…Your Majesty."
At this moment, King Zhou's sword still stood proudly erect, ready to conquer the land. A hot, hard penis pressed against Jiang Ning's soft belly. Jiang Ning and Zi Xin had been married for many days, and although they hadn't consummated their marriage, they knew... Seeing the Empress's rosy cheeks and alluring eyes, Zi Xin couldn't help but exclaim, "Empress...you're so beautiful!" He then couldn't resist kissing Jiang Ning's sexy lips, tearing at her silk robes, eager to spend the night with her.
Zi Xin was now the top general of the Shang Dynasty; how could mere women's clothing stop him? Soon, he had stripped the beauty beneath him naked, their bodies pressed together. One hand gripped his enormous penis, aiming it at the secluded path, waiting only for the command to plunge in and penetrate her.
In a flash, Zi Xin's eyes flashed red, like a wolf's gaze in the night. The penis, waiting at the door, pierced the vaginal opening and began to penetrate the Shang Empress's vagina. Just three inches in, a scream echoed from the Phoenix Palace throughout the entire palace.
Zi Xin was usually gentle and considerate, but when it came to making love, he was like a raging beast, showing no mercy whatsoever.
He only cared about his enormous penis fully penetrating the woman's vagina, utterly disregarding the feelings of the queen beneath him.
Although Jiang Ning's vagina was already overflowing with desire, Zi Xin's penis was enormous, and with his forceful thrusting, what could have been a slow entry was now fully inserted under his divine power, and he began his vigorous penetration before she could even prepare.
Spreading her thighs as wide as possible did nothing to lessen the pain of his thick penis penetrating her.
Zi Xin's eyes were red, and he let out a roaring, bull-like howl. He rapidly swayed his hips, allowing himself to move in and out of her small opening faster and faster.
The water in the hot spring splashed everywhere, and the woman's sobbing sounds rose and fell.
The sounds of flesh mingling and biting filled the Phoenix Palace, causing the palace maids to blush as they listened to the lewd noises emanating from their mistress and the king.
After the Queen's vaginal fluids were drained, and after Zi Xin's frenzied thrusting, just as she was beginning to adjust to the renewed flood of spring water, King Zhou roared and ejaculated his semen deep into the Queen's vagina without reservation. His powerful penis, now limp, began to shrink, and the exhausted Zi Xin withdrew his limp penis from the Queen's vagina. The semen that hadn't entered the uterus flowed out from the still-open vagina, slowly rising to the surface.
Exhausted, King Zhou slowly climbed out of the pool. He was utterly exhausted. Though he had countless tender words to say to the Queen, he couldn't utter them. Several palace maids helped him to his bedroom to rest. He collapsed onto the soft bed and quickly closed his eyes, falling asleep.
The Queen lay in the hot spring, her legs spread wide, gazing at the starry sky. Semen continued to flow from her half-open vagina. She reminisced about their lovemaking; she hadn't been prepared when he thrust into her so forcefully, and after a period of pain, just as she was about to climax, he ejaculated.
Thinking about it now, he couldn't help but chuckle. What was so enviable about such favor?
Before dawn, Zixin woke up. He had a habit of starting his martial arts practice before daybreak. As the saying goes, Rome wasn't built in a day; it was time for his morning exercise again.
When he got up, he saw the Empress still sound asleep and couldn't help but steal a glance. He saw her delicate nose breathing softly and rhythmically, her jade-like body draped lightly in her silk robes. Zixin felt a surge of tenderness, remembering how his recklessness the previous night had hurt this gentle woman.
Thinking of this, he felt even more reluctant to wake her, yet unwilling to let his beloved wife's beautiful sleeping face be disturbed. He bent down and kissed the Empress's rosy cheek, feeling completely satisfied. He quietly got out of bed, took the sword from the wall, and gently entered the Imperial Garden.
The Imperial Garden was planted with famous flowers from all over the country, and although it was autumn, countless flowers were still in bloom. The fragrance of flowers filled the air as he entered the Imperial Garden, permeating his very being and making his steps light and effortless. Just as he reached the center of the garden, he heard the whistling of swords, indicating that someone had already arrived and was practicing swordsmanship there.
Zi Xin stared intently and saw a woman dressed in red dancing with her sword amidst the flowers. The sword energy flew everywhere; her swordsmanship was truly superb. The fallen petals on the ground swirled around her, drawn by the sword energy, like a fairy among flowers. Her slender waist swayed in the wind, appearing as a graceful dance, or perhaps a chillingly deadly sword. What a heroine! Every movement she made exuded a heroic air. Seeing this, Zi Xin couldn't resist the urge to spar.
The woman, engrossed in her sword dance, suddenly noticed someone drawing their sword and attacking. The air whistled as the sword energy surged forth. The woman in red remained calm, turning and raising her sword to parry. In the blink of an eye, their swords clashed, producing a resounding roar. They passed each other. Zi Xin, seeing the woman's unwavering thrust aimed at his chest, was greatly impressed by this heroine. Although he had only used a fraction of his strength, it had still been extraordinary, yet she had managed to parry and even launch a counterattack.
Despite his extensive battlefield experience, Zi Xin dared not underestimate the woman's fierce attack, and used all his strength to create a wall of swords to meet her attack. The woman in red, having already sensed her opponent's immense strength in their first exchange, suffered a slight disadvantage. This time, just before their swords clashed, she suddenly slid away, her blade piercing Zi Xin's chest—a fatal blow for an ordinary person.
Sensing her change of attack, Zi Xin quickly retreated. His opponent, with a flick of her wrist, unleashed a sword flourish before withdrawing. Zi Xin retreated several steps, quickly using a defensive sword stance to block his path. He immediately felt a chill on his chest; his clothes had been torn by the opponent's sword energy. Zi Xin felt a surge of exhilaration and charged forward again, the two leaping and exchanging blows, dust rising from their swords.
After a hundred moves, Zi Xin and the woman stood on opposite sides. The woman was clearly exhausted and unable to launch a rapid attack, giving Zi Xin a chance to observe her closely. She appeared to be around sixteen, with delicate features. A red top tightly hugged her full figure, and she was sweating profusely. Her beautiful eyes held a stubbornness that easily aroused the desire for conquest in men; men love conquering women like this.
Zi Xin raised his sword and leaped into the air, unleashing a powerful and sweeping strike. The force of the sword locked onto his unsuspecting target on the ground, swooping down like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit. Once locked on, the woman in red knew she had no way to avoid it. She gripped her sword with both hands, gathering her strength to meet the incoming strike. But how could she withstand Zi Xin's aura? While her swordsmanship was unmatched, a direct confrontation was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Before the swords even clashed, the sheer force of his aura sent her sword flying from her grasp.
With her sword gone and unable to escape the oppressive sword energy, she was about to close her eyes and accept her fate in despair when suddenly a strong arm pulled her into a firm embrace, causing her to roll away and avoid the devastating blow.
The girl cautiously opened her eyes, still shaken, looking at the sharp sword embedded in the blue stone beside her, almost reaching the hilt. Regaining her composure, she remembered being pinned down by a man. She tried to push him away, but his hold was too tight.
The man's heavy breath hit her face, and being held so tightly by a stranger made her blush deeply.
Zi Xin, holding the woman in red, was stunned by her shy expression. His stubborn eyes blurred and shifted like water. What a beautiful girl! His mind went blank.
"Ouch!" The pain in his back pulled Zi Xin back from his reverie. He saw the woman's eyes harden again; her long fingernails had scratched deep, bloody marks on his back.
Seeing her so ruthless, Zi Xin, enraged, blurted out, "How dare you! You dare scratch me? Aren't you afraid of exterminating your entire family?"
Now it was the girl's turn to widen her eyes. What? This was the Emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty? How could he be so unreasonable? He had attacked without asking any questions, and now he was blaming her. A woman is a woman; when wronged, she naturally shed tears.
He was about to lash out, but seeing the girl's tearful face, Zi Xin's heart almost softened. But he knew he couldn't be lenient with such a girl. He then said sternly, "Stop crying. I don't like women crying. If you cry again, I'll throw you into the snake pit."
The thought of the terrifying snake pit silenced the woman. Seeing her now, Zi Xin felt a strange pleasure, and couldn't resist licking away the tears from her eyes. Forced by the emperor's authority, though inwardly conflicted, she dared not move and could only let him do as he pleased.
Zi Xin carefully licked her tears, from the corner of her eye to her cheek and then to the corner of her mouth. At this moment, Zi Xin's lust was ablaze. He reached his large hand inside the girl's blouse, kneading her full breasts, his fingers constantly pinching her nipples.
The girl had never seen anything like this before and felt extremely uncomfortable. In her panic, she struggled frantically, crying out,
"No! Your Majesty, this is so embarrassing... no!"
When she broke free from his kiss on her delicate lips, he shouted urgently, "Shut up! If you speak again, I'll exterminate your entire family! Kill... kill..." and continued kissing her.
The poor girl dared not risk the extermination of her entire clan to argue with this tall, strong man. She cursed him inwardly, "You wicked king, you evil king, the worst king has no nose!"
The thought of him without a nose amused her; the girl's nature was so charming and endearing. Under his clutches, she found a funny reason and laughed to herself. Her laughter struck Zixin as odd, and he asked curiously, "Why are you laughing, beauty? Tell me." He asked several times, and seeing her still unresponsive, he grew increasingly impatient, scratching his head in frustration.
The girl, already seething with resentment, saw his unbearable curiosity and thought even more, "You wicked king, I won't tell you, I'll make you angry... It would be even better if you had no nose or ears."
Seeing her expression, Zixin understood she was playing a trick on him. "To make you laugh, I'll make you cry later."
Thinking this, he suddenly stood up and quickly stripped himself naked. Zi Xin's muscles bulged, and the penis hanging between his legs looked even more terrifying against the backdrop of his dark pubic hair. The red glans gleamed, and a few drops of semen dripped from it. Even more frightening was that Zi Xin's eyes began to turn red, becoming bloodshot.
The girl retreated in fright; anyone would be terrified by Zixin's appearance. Zixin pounced like a hungry tiger, several times until he finally pinned the woman against the flowers. The usually vibrant, sun-facing blossoms withered and died as Zixin rolled around with the girl in his arms.
Now, Zixin's only thought was to release his pent-up lust, to find a suitable place to vent his excess desire. He began to bite and lick the woman's neck, tearing her clothes to shreds, red strips flying everywhere.
Zixin spread the woman's legs, exhausted from his weight, and grasped his thick penis, rubbing it against her budding virginity.
For the first few minutes, the penis teased the virgin's sensitive areas. The woman, about to be conquered, had no idea what the king was about to do. All she could think was, "That penis is terrifying, it keeps rubbing against my private parts. Every time it's so... um... oh... so itchy. What is he going to do? Does he want me to scream? No way!" The girl was still innocently thinking.
After rubbing the penis for a while, the fire within Zi Xin, as the woman's soft, slightly wet vagina slowly opened, unleashed a thunderous strike.
The penis parted the narrow vagina and plunged in, making a "squeak... squeak..." sound. The woman beneath him was still a virgin, and the force of the penetration made her scream.
The girl's face paled instantly: "Help! Your Majesty, please don't kill me! 555... Ugh, please spare me!"
Zi Xin quickly broke through her hymen and began to thrust wildly. The woman's vagina was too tight, so he could only thrust his half-inserted penis in and out rapidly within the tightly wrapped vagina. Seeing the woman beneath him crying in pain, Zi Xin felt a pang of pity, but for some reason, he couldn't stop. He could only continue, comforting her: "Baby, don't be afraid, it won't hurt anymore soon, soon..."
The girl was in excruciating pain and wouldn't listen to Zi Xin: "Bad man... Ah, what's... running around inside my stomach... It hurts so much... Help!" Crying and screaming, she spread her legs in rhythm with Zi Xin's thrusts, her hands desperately grabbing at anything she could reach, quickly uprooting any pubic hair she pulled.
The tightness of her vagina, accommodating the rapid thrusting, soon caused Zi Xin to convulse. After a few powerful thrusts, he plunged in all the way again, ejaculating wildly. The girl cried out, "Mama!" and fainted. Zi Xin quietly lay on the girl's soft body, slowly releasing all his semen into her.
After resting on her soft body for half an hour, Zi Xin stood up and saw that the girl was still unconscious, her face pale. Looking down at the opening between her legs, half-open, her virgin blood and his semen covered her delicate genitals, the fine hairs matted with the fluids.
Zi Xin's lust had subsided, replaced by tenderness. He searched around for their remaining clothes, wrapped the lovely girl tightly, and carried her out of the Imperial Garden to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to lie down.
Soon, servants brought a nourishing soup, which Zi Xin picked up and fed to the girl. After a few sips of soup, the girl slowly awoke. The first thing she saw was King Zhou. Remembering the torment she had just endured, she naturally curled up on her side, trembling all over.
Zi Xin's heart ached at the sight, and he quickly pulled her into his arms. They held her gently for a long time, and the girl slowly calmed down. She stole a glance at the king. Seeing his worried expression, so different from how he had been that morning… Thinking of that incident, her face flushed red.
Seeing her complexion return to its rosy hue, Zi Xin couldn't resist kissing her cheek.
Looking at the beauty, stunned after the kiss, Zi Xin said earnestly, "You are truly beautiful, very beautiful." He then used his right index finger to lift the girl's chin, wanting to carefully admire her bewildered state.
The girl now clearly saw the king's face—a familiar, sharply defined face, exuding extraordinary charisma.
His aloof and unparalleled gaze immediately captivated her. She immediately lowered her head, unable to face him, her heart pounding wildly as if it would leap from her chest.
Zi Xin, also deeply fond of the girl, quickly inquired about her background. She couldn't resist Zi Xin's gentle smile and honestly revealed her entire story. Her background was extraordinary; she was Huang Su, daughter of Huang Tianlong, a famous general of the Shang Dynasty, and the younger sister of the current King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu.
Zi Xin slapped his forehead, remembering that she was his Western Palace Consort. Having just ascended the throne, he had been busy with state affairs and didn't even recognize his own three consorts.
As a child, he often escaped the palace to meet Huang Feihu, naturally knowing his sister, and they had often played together. He recalled even riding her like a horse back then.
Upon learning that the king was the same person from before, she couldn't help but think that it was no wonder he looked somewhat familiar. Feeling more at ease, she pretended to be angry and scolded him, "It was you! You bullied me like that, making me hurt so much!"
Zixin feigned fear, "I'm sorry, I'll be gentler next time."
Remembering his cunning words about a next time, she was genuinely angry now, "What? A next time? I won't allow it! If it happens again, I'll..." Seeing her pouting little mouth, Zixin felt a surge of pleasure and quickly bit her.
The two kissed passionately, Huang Su's arms wrapped around Zixin's strong back, stroking it. After a moment, Zixin's recently released desire reignited, and he began to knead Huang Su's breasts, his nose flaring with heavy breathing.
Soon, Huang Su was completely naked by Zixin. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she lay on her back, eyes closed, waiting for Zixin's tenderness.
Zi Xin grasped and massaged Huang Su's breasts, a symbol of femininity, while his long tongue licked the erect nipples along Huang Su's full breasts. Huang Su moaned softly, "Mmm... mmm..."
Zi Xin's eyes suddenly turned red, and he immediately spread Huang Su's thighs apart, thrusting his lower body towards her. Huang Su's face turned as white as paper, tears streaming down her face from the pain. Now, all she could do was scream, "It hurts! It hurts so much! Ahhh! You broke your promise! It hurts! You've ruined me!" Zi Xin's sudden thrust naturally caused Huang Su, whose vagina was still swollen and red, to scream. Old wounds hadn't healed before new ones appeared. He had expected gentleness, but instead, he was being brutally penetrated.
After entering, Zi Xin began to thrust wildly, completely ignoring Huang Su's words. What he needed now was to quickly extinguish his lust.
Consort Huang, a descendant of a great general, was originally a heroine among women, but today, under King Zixin's scorching sun, she begged for mercy and cried out in agony, her screams so loud that even the palace maids outside dared not hear them.
"If there's anything to report, present it; otherwise, the court is adjourned," Fei Zhong announced, ending the day's meeting.
"Long live our King! Long live our King! Long live our King! May the Shang Dynasty last a thousand years!" The ministers all knelt to respectfully see the King off to his palace.
King Zixin, unable to contain himself, stood up and anxiously asked, "Have any ministers submitted any reports, such as reports of bandits or rebels, or barbarian invasions? Or…?"
The ministers chanted in unison, "Since Your Majesty ascended the throne, the weather has been favorable, the land is peaceful, and the people live in prosperity. Foreign barbarians, seeing Your Majesty's divine might, dare not invade."
"Heavens… it's always the same thing." Frustrated, he quickly rose and returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Fei Zhong saw King Zhou sitting there, head propped up, and quickly went to ask whether he was going to the Central Palace or the Western Palace. King Zixin sighed deeply upon hearing this.
Fei Zhong was King Zhou's confidant, a courtier who could speak with the king. Seeing his master's distressed expression, he quickly asked why the king was sighing.
Zi Xin raised a bitter face and said, "I've been back at court for over half a year now, spending my days either meeting with ministers or indulging in pleasure in the harem. This kind of torment has taken a toll on my health."
Seeing the king's melancholy, Fei Zhong quickly comforted him: "Your Majesty, how could your health be worse than before? Your Majesty is still as valiant and powerful as ever." Zi Xin smiled wryly: "You don't need to say such nice things. Every time I'm with the Queen, I feel utterly exhausted." Hearing this, Fei Zhong thought his opportunity had arrived and quickly told Zi Xin something: "Your Majesty, so it's about the art of the bedroom? You needn't worry." Seeing Fei Zhong become mysterious, Zi Xin couldn't help but ask curiously: "My dear minister, do you have any good ideas?" "Your Majesty, please listen to me. Do you know of the Mysterious Heavenly Scripture?" "What is the Mysterious Heavenly Scripture? What is its use?" "The Mysterious Heavenly Scripture is something passed down by gods and immortals at the beginning of chaos." "A divine object? Isn't that something only immortals possess? How can it exist in the mortal realm?" Hearing the words "divine object," Zi Xin was somewhat incredulous.
Seeing the king's interest, Fei Zhong was not about to let the opportunity slip by. "Your Majesty, my family has a book called the Beginning Chapter, which I offer to you. If you follow its instructions, I guarantee you will enjoy a fulfilling sexual experience." Seeing that such a book truly existed, Zi Xin immediately ordered Fei Zhong to fetch it. Fei Zhong, ever diligent, quickly brought a book wrapped in gold thread, with the words "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" written in gold on it.
After receiving the scripture, Zi Xin began to read the bamboo slips. The first part recorded ancient sexual practices, stories and methods for preserving one's essence and virility, such as how to avoid ejaculation and maintain an unyielding erection. At first glance, he was unimpressed.
The "Chapter on Gods" discussed the proper way of human relations, how to reproduce, and the eternal cycle of sexual activity… Zi Xin found the "Chapter on Gods" rather uninteresting. Just as he was about to discard it, he saw the second chapter, the "Chapter on Demons," and thought to himself that the name was strange. Ancient books usually only worshipped gods and denigrated demons, yet this book had a preface to the "Chapter on Demons." This piqued Zi Xin's curiosity.
After a cursory glance at the outline of the Demon Chapter,
Zi Xin realized that the opening theme was the coexistence and shared origins of demonic and divine nature. He thought, "What? Demons, like the Divinity Chapter, are all about the Five Constant Virtues." "Useless… um… that's because since the beginning of time, all things have been spiritual beings, and both humans and animals rely on sexual intercourse to maintain the prosperity of life.
The so-called divine nature emphasizes the sexual intercourse necessary for procreation, which is actually a branch of demonic nature. Just like heterosexual intercourse between men and women, which is inherently unacceptable in the world, people consider it blasphemous and demonic, but that's not true. All sexual intercourse in the world arises in accordance with the natural cycle of heaven, earth, and humanity."
Zi Xin found the theory of demonic nature insightful and was deeply attracted by its content.
One morning.
"This maidservant has something to report to the King. Please inform him, sir." Although she was a palace maid of the Queen, the eunuch was obliged to obey the decree. But no matter who it was, the same words were always uttered: "No! His Majesty has ordered that no one be seen. Get out of here immediately." Since the visitor was a palace maid, she naturally received a cold shoulder.
Seeing the maid's disdainful expression, the maid was inwardly displeased and said, "The Empress has important matters to discuss with the King. Can you bear the responsibility if we delay her?" The eunuch guarding the gate, seeing that she was sent by the Empress, dared not be negligent and quickly changed his tone to a gentler one:
"Sister, His Majesty is resting and has instructed us not to see anyone for the next few days..." The implication was clear: please don't make things difficult for me.
Seeing the maid's feigned compliance, the maid felt relieved and puffed out her chest arrogantly. After all, she was the Empress's personal maid, and knowing she was there on behalf of the Empress, she wouldn't be swayed by such formalities. She loudly proclaimed, "I've come with important matters. If you dare to obstruct me, you'll be responsible for any consequences!" The eunuch guarding the gate secretly groaned at the maid's imposing manner, because it was Lord Fei's order not to let anyone in. Fei Zhong had also declared that he would not spare anyone who entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Now, the person who had come was from the Empress's faction, and he had also uttered harsh words; he couldn't possibly handle it. It seemed his fate was truly unfortunate today… He could only stammer,
“You…I…” Just as he was caught in a dilemma, an extremely shrill voice came from inside the door: “Who dares to be so bold as to make a scene outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation?” Immediately, a handsome young man stepped out.
The eunuch guarding the door immediately knelt down upon seeing the newcomer: “This humble servant greets the Chief Eunuch of the Imperial Household Department.” He was overjoyed, secretly thanking heaven; now this troublesome matter could be handed over to his superior.
The palace maid, seeing that it was the Chief Eunuch of the Imperial Household Department, curtsied politely and said: “This servant, Xiao Cai, greets Master Fei.” Fei Zhong looked at the young woman; she was only about sixteen years old, with delicate features. She was dressed in a pink palace maid's robe. After she introduced herself and revealed that she was the Empress's personal maid, he felt displeased. Although he appeared to have just arrived, he had actually been there for a while. That girl's tone earlier showed absolutely no respect for him; it was truly infuriating. He secretly plotted how to teach her a lesson.
Fei Zhong smiled wickedly, having already decided how to deal with this arrogant girl, but outwardly feigned delight: "Oh, it's Miss Xiao Cai. What's the matter with these servants?" Xiao Cai, who already harbored resentment towards Fei Zhong, felt somewhat relieved seeing him treat her, a mere palace maid, so she softened her tone and said, "Master Steward, this servant has received an imperial decree from the Empress Dowager to see the King on important matters, but he won't let me in, saying it's because you forbade it." Fei Zhong feigned surprise upon hearing this and shouted at the gatekeeper eunuch, "You servant, do you have a death wish? You dare to obstruct even the Empress Dowager's decree! Guards, drag her away and beat her!" Lin, standing on both sides... The warrior quickly went to the pale-faced eunuch, grabbed him, and dragged him away. The eunuch cried out in terror, "Spare me! My lord, spare me! Miss Xiao Cai, save me! I can't take that beating!" Xiao Cai was kind-hearted by nature, and since she was the one who had caused the gatekeeper eunuch to suffer such torture, she couldn't bear it and quickly pleaded with Steward Fei, "My lord, spare him. Ignorance is no excuse." Seeing that it was Xiao Cai who pleaded, Fei Zhong couldn't refuse her now, so he put on a smiling face and said, "Miss Xiao Cai said so, release that servant. Come and thank Miss Xiao Cai. If it weren't for her sake, I would have beaten you to death today." He had a different face towards the gatekeeper eunuch.
Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper eunuch immediately knelt before Xiao Cai, thanking her profusely. Xiao Cai had never seen anyone perform such a grand ceremony before, and she was flustered, quickly trying to help him up. The eunuch was about to stand up, but upon hearing Fei Zhong's snort, he dared not rise.
Xiao Cai, seeing this, quickly looked at Chief Eunuch Fei. Knowing her meaning, Fei Zhong smoothed things over for her, saying, "Miss Xiao Cai, I'll spare you. Get out of here now, don't embarrass yourself." The eunuch, understanding the situation, quickly got up and retreated. As he left, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes; he was determined to wash away today's humiliation. Perhaps this is human nature; repaying kindness is something only a fool would do. This fellow was thinking of revenge. But let's not talk about this guy now;
let's see how Fei Zhong harms Miss Xiao Cai. After the man left, Fei Zhong smiled and said, "Miss Xiao Cai came to the Yangxin Hall by the Empress's decree; how could I neglect her?" He turned to the eunuchs behind him and shouted, "Quickly prepare pastries for Miss Xiao Cai!" The eunuchs, upon receiving the order, hurriedly went to prepare the pastries.
Xiao Cai felt embarrassed by the chief steward's courteous treatment and quickly stopped him, saying, "Sir, there's no need to prepare pastries for me. I can't accept that." Fei Zhong laughed, "Hehe... Miss, there's no need to be modest. I find Miss Xiao Cai to be beautiful and charming, exuding an air of nobility. Her future is undoubtedly limitless." After saying this, Fei Zhong secretly wondered if he was implying she was being used to solicit prostitution.
Xiao Cai blushed upon hearing the chief steward praise her beauty, saying, "Sir, you flatter me. When will I be able to see the King?" Remembering that she had been there for a while, she still had business to attend to.
Seeing Xiao Cai's eagerness to see King Zhou, Fei Zhong didn't stop her and ordered his eunuchs, "Since it's urgent, someone, take Miss Xiao Cai there." Xiao Cai followed the eunuch to the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, where the eunuch immediately stopped. Knowing they had arrived, Xiao Cai quickly thanked the eunuch who had led the way.
The eunuch leading the way told her in a sarcastic voice, "The King is inside. If you have anything to say, go in and report it yourself. We'll take our leave." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving her alone outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Xiao Cai felt it was against protocol to enter rashly, but no one went in to report. So she waited outside for half an hour, hoping someone would come and announce her arrival. But her hopes were dashed, so she mustered her courage and pushed open the doors of the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Incense wafted from the censers inside, filling the entire hall. The hall was shrouded in mist, with four magnificent golden dragon-carved pillars encircling the clouds, making it look like a fairyland.
Through the thin mist, Xiao Cai slowly and gently walked up the steps, feeling the mist on the ground dissipate with each step, like the moon's reflection in water, easily dispersed. Breathing in the fragrant mist, Xiao Cai walked lightly up the steps to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Before her lay a golden dragon-carved couch, the emperor's resting place. Through the mist, she could vaguely see a person sitting cross-legged on the couch.
Upon seeing the emperor, Xiao Cai immediately knelt down to pay her respects. The crisp sound woke Zi Xin, who was practicing the Xuan Tian Zhen Jing (a type of Buddhist scripture). Displeased, Zi Xin waved his hand, dispersing the mist before him to see who dared to intrude.
Meanwhile, Fei Zhong, outside the hall, secretly gloated, overjoyed at Xiao Cai's fate. He thought, "That ignorant girl, who does she think she is, not taking me, the head steward, seriously? Now she's doomed.
The King has fallen into demonic possession and will surely tear her to pieces in the Yangxin Hall." Thinking this, he clicked his tongue, feigning pity for the young Xiao Cai.
Kneeling, Xiao Cai couldn't help but raise her head, just as Zi Xin had dispersed the mist. When Xiao Cai saw the King clearly, she was terrified and immediately lowered her head, not daring to raise it again. Why? Because she saw Zi Xin sitting naked on the couch, his rugged muscles clearly visible. The young girl was naturally frightened and ashamed.
Just then, King Zhou also caught a glimpse of Xiao Cai's face. Her delicate features flashed by, but her clear, watery eyes made him want to look again. His murderous intent vanished instantly. With the killing intent gone, the demonic energy within him naturally shattered, and King Zhou's heart meridian temporarily escaped his control. Zi Xin's previous thought that "all things possess demonic nature, but my own nature is supreme" was replaced by a new idea: all things, gods, and demons, are my own nature. His will reached the peak of the Xuan Tian Zhen Jing (a Buddhist text).
Looking at the trembling palace maid kneeling before him, recalling the fleeting image of her face, he slowly rose from the bed, hooking his finger around Xiao Cai's chin and gently lifting it upwards.
Though it was a single, gentle touch, it carried immense power. Xiao Cai's body followed the finger as she slowly rose. Her eyes traveled from King Zhou's powerful calves to his muscular thighs, until finally reaching his bulging penis, when she realized—the king was naked! Overwhelmed with shame and fear, she quickly closed her eyes.
Zi Xin pulled Xiao Cai close to him, her height only reaching the King's chest. Despite the height difference, it didn't prevent Zi Xin from seeing the girl's shy expression. The pretty girl had her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her cherry-red lips trembled slightly, as if enticing Zi Xin to explore her fragrance.
Zi Xin lowered his head, bringing Xiao Cai's angelic face close to his eyes; a slight breath was enough to smell her unique, youthful scent. Zi Xin wanted to see the eyes of this audacious intruder, to see what they looked like—a wounded little bird, or… Thinking of all this, Zi Xin chuckled wickedly and commanded in a commanding tone: "Bold intruder, I command you to open your eyes." Hearing the King's command, Xiao Cai fearfully opened her eyes. Because her jaw was slightly sore from being pulled, and also because she was afraid of seeing the King's face, she moved her head to the side. But how could Zi Xin let his prey escape so easily? One finger replaced by a palm, supporting Xiao Cai's chin and straightening her. Such beautiful, pure eyes, so clear, even under his supreme authority, her dark pupils remained so bright.
Meeting the king's domineering gaze, Xiao Cai forgot what fear was. Zi Xin's handsome and extraordinary face was completely absorbed in her eyes. Although she often saw the king at Fengluan Palace, she always kept her head down. Today, seeing the king's true face, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she couldn't help but softly call out, "Your Majesty." Seeing that the girl before him didn't seem as afraid as he had imagined, he reluctantly adopted his imperial majesty, "Hmm… why did you trespass into my Yangxin Hall? Aren't you afraid of death?" Although Zi Xin's eyes were wide open, and his tone was threatening, Xiao Cai's gaze remained fixed on Zi Xin's captivating face. Even with his eyes wide open, in her mind, it was still a man's heroic spirit.
Seeing the girl staring blankly at him, Zi Xin chuckled to himself. He hadn't expected to have such charm, making such a pure young girl so infatuated. Since she was unaware of the danger, he would grant her wish.
Xiao Cai felt as if she were in a dream. The dissipated fragrant mist gathered again, and she seemed to have left the ground, flying in the air... everything was just like a dream.
Looking at the girl in his arms, her dreamy, lovesick expression was so alluring. Zi Xin's heart fluttered, and he quickly kissed her, skillfully parting her pink cherry lips with his large tongue, capturing her small, tender tongue inside.
The hot tongue slipped into his mouth, bringing Xiao Cai back to reality. In her dream, the prince held her in his arms, especially that naughty thing curling her tongue, making her feel uncomfortable all over. She couldn't help but wriggle in Zi Xin's strong chest, only breathing heavily through her nose.
After Zi Xin secluded himself to study the Xuan Tian True Scripture, he was no longer as reckless as before—indulging in quick intercourse without any foreplay to reach orgasm. Now, he understood foreplay and found it pleasurable. After kissing for a while, seeing the girl's face growing increasingly flushed, just like the description of a woman aroused in the book,
Zi Xin began to experiment with the Xuan Tian True Scripture he had just learned. He placed the blushing girl on the bed and began the second step, slipping his hand inside Xiao Cai's blouse. He easily grasped the girl's full breasts with one hand, his thumb stroking until the nipples hardened.
The pleasure from her nipples made Xiao Cai moan softly. Each pinch sent tingling sensations through her body like electric currents.
Amidst the waves of pleasure, she remembered her mission and, while still somewhat conscious, murmured, "Um... Your Majesty, I have something to report... Oh." Zixin was enjoying the pleasure of arousing a woman's climax. Although his penis was already erect, he could control it and fully enjoy the caresses. Hearing the girl's intermittent, cat-like meows, he felt even more gratified. He continued to pinch her hard, red nipples while casually asking, "What brings you here, beauty? Tell me, and if you have a reason, I'll let you go." He then bent down and began to bite Xiaocai's tender nipple.
The pleasure from her nipple made Xiaocai's mouth dry, her throat involuntarily opening wide, hoping to breathe in moisture.
She licked her dry lips, composed herself, and said, "Your Majesty... I came by the Empress's decree... Ah!" She couldn't help but cry out as she felt the King's hands begin to untie the belt of her palace dress. She
quickly twisted her slender waist, hoping... Zi Xin was surprisingly patient, letting Xiao Cai writhe without rushing to tear her clothes to shreds before penetrating her. Instead, he continued to tease her budding breasts inside her open blouse.
The pleasure emanating from her breasts had already aroused Xiao Cai's lust, and she could only whimper with her last shred of reason,
"Ugh... Your Majesty... no." Seeing the girl's appearance, Zi Xin felt a surge of pleasure, continuing to tease her, "My beauty is crying, huh? You still haven't told me what the Empress's decree is." After saying this, he finished his work, removing the girl's palace dress and lifting her snow-white legs. As her thighs parted, he revealed the girl's sacred place.
Upon seeing this, he couldn't help but marvel at the human body. Such a young girl, yet with such thick pubic hair—more than any woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't help but run his hand over the thick pubic hair, stroking it. The dense pubic hair felt wonderful to the touch, and his desire surged.
Xiao Cai had no energy left to tell the King the Queen's decree; Zi Xin's fingers were already probing the moist, sensitive area. Each touch of his fingers on her vulva caused the inexperienced Xiao Cai to moan loudly.
After fiddling with her fingers, Zi Xin felt the girl's vagina was unusually wet. He thought to himself, "Hmm, the vagina is lubricated; it's time to enter." Without hesitation, Zi Xin lifted Xiao Cai's limp body, spread her buttocks, and positioned her large vaginal opening against his erect penis.
The thick glans squeezed into her flesh, terrifying Xiao Cai. She quickly grabbed Zi Xin's penis, preventing him from going any further, and began to beg, "Your Majesty... no! If the Empress finds out, she'll skin me alive!" Whether she was truly afraid of the Empress or afraid of the King's penis, she quickly invoked the Empress's name.
But she was wrong. If she had said it was too big and she couldn't handle it, Zi Xin might have entered slowly.
But by mentioning the Empress, she made him misunderstand that she was capable of accepting the thrusts of his penis, and was only afraid of the Empress's wrath.
"Haha, I thought it was something serious. I'm the king, what I say goes. The queen won't blame you, I'm here." Zixin said, thrusting his penis upwards forcefully.
Xiaocai felt her lower body being torn apart and cried out in pain, "Ouch... Mom... It hurts so much!" Although Xiaocai's vagina was already wet, it was still her first time having sex. Fortunately, Zixin wasn't like before, thrusting in and pounding away without restraint.
When his penis reached her hymen, Zixin slowly pulled his penis out of the tightly squeezed vaginal walls, and then slowly entered again. At first, Xiaocai felt pain, but after a few attempts, she gradually got used to it.
Zixin held Xiaocai's small body and slowly stroked his penis back and forth, the feeling of gently stroking the glans with each stroke was extremely pleasurable. He watched intently as Xiao Cai's face changed after his penis entered her, her brows furrowed in pain at the start of the act, then gradually softening with each thrust. Her breathing became rhythmic, her hands clutching herself, her lower body moving rhythmically.
It was time. Zi Xin took a deep breath and kissed Xiao Cai passionately, biting her lips. Suddenly, he thrust forward, and with a sharp sound, his penis pierced her. Xiao Cai arched back in pain. Zi Xin, who had been supporting her buttocks, cradled her head, his mouth silencing her groans and cries. All that remained were muffled groans, tinged with sobs, emanating from the girl's lips.
Now pressed down on her, Zi Xin began thrusting, neither too gently nor too violently. The only thing the girl could relax about was clinging tightly to the man's body, deep inside her. Slowly, the man brought not only pain, but also a tingling, itchy sensation. The pleasure of intercourse made Xiao Cai tremble, responding to Zi Xin's thrusts. Zi Xin, equally eager, responded without hesitation. Soon, Xiao Cai's first orgasm arrived, her vaginal fluids gushing from her uterus and spraying against his glans.
The heavy breathing of the man and woman during their lovemaking occasionally drifted out of the Yangxin Hall.
After a long while, Zi Xin and Xiao Cai were both soaking wet. Seeing the girl lying limp on the bed, Zi Xin slowly stood up. Recalling the exhilarating sex they had just shared, he realized that his previous encounters only lasted ten minutes or so, and all he heard were brief moans from the woman. The sense of conquest could never compare to today. The woman's moans had turned into joyful cries, and she was experiencing repeated orgasms beneath him. He glanced at his wet penis, still erect and proud. He wanted to continue, but it seemed the girl couldn't withstand any more.
Zi Xin had no choice but to put on his dragon robe, loosely fasten his belt, and leave the Yangxin Hall.
In the distance, a man in a yellow robe strode towards them with an imposing gait. Fei Zhong immediately knelt down to greet him, exclaiming,
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your great success! May you live ten thousand years!" The eunuchs behind him didn't understand the meaning of "great success" or anything like that; all they understood was echoing the head eunuch's shouts.
Seeing Fei Zhong, Zi Xin waved his hand, ordering everyone to rise. Fei Zhong, seeing Zi Xin's beaming face, wondered, "That girl barged in; didn't she anger the King?" Just as he was wondering, he heard Zi Xin say, "Minister Fei, who was that palace maid who just barged in...?" Seeing that the King was finally asking about the intruder, Fei Zhong quickly knelt down again, blaming himself, "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for being useless and failing to protect you. That palace maid is the Empress's woman, named Xiao Cai. I tried to stop her, but she was acting on the Empress's orders; I dared not..." He adopted a truly convincingly servile demeanor.
Seeing that the chief steward was about to launch into another long-winded speech, Zi Xin quickly interrupted, "My dear minister, there's no need to blame yourself. Since the Empress sent him, it must be something important. I'll go to Fengluan Palace now." His words were more a pretext for not actually going to see the Empress; his lust hadn't subsided, and he was simply seeking her out to quell his pent-up desire.
Fei Zhong, unaware of the Emperor's meaning, hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. Perhaps we could do it tomorrow..." Zi Xin, upon hearing this, instantly flew into a rage, almost roaring, "Who is the Emperor, you or me? Guards! To Fengluan Palace!" Desperate to release his pent-up desire, Zi Xin even began to reprimand his most trusted advisor, Fei Zhong.
Fei Zhong hurriedly called out in a high-pitched, half-crying voice, "Prepare the carriage for the Phoenix Palace!" King Zhou, who had just boarded the sedan chair, leaned out and called to Fei Zhong, "You shouldn't go. Find a few palace maids to properly settle Xiao Cai in the Yangxin Hall." Hearing that he shouldn't go and that he was to serve Xiao Cai, the one he hadn't harmed, Fei Zhong's handsome face contorted in anger. He was about to say something when Zi Xin stopped him, saying, "Take good care of Xiao Cai. If she doesn't, you'll be held responsible." Zi Xin, his lust raging, didn't bother with the steward after speaking, ordered the sedan chair to be moved, and thus drove off right under Fei Zhong's nose.
That night, Zi Xin was quite the mastermind. The Empress, who hadn't yet reached climax, was driven to beg for mercy by him throughout the night. She even had to sacrifice her beloved personal maid, Xiao Hong. Zi Xin and the Empress and her maid engaged in a fierce battle until late into the night.
After a night of intense activity, Zi Xin got up very early the next morning.
Zi Xin stretched and took a few deep breaths. It felt good; before, after just one time, he was too tired to get out of bed. He felt so refreshed today. Looking at the Queen sleeping soundly beside him, her face flushed, he remembered bringing her to several orgasms last night. Zi Xin couldn't help but burst into laughter. Startled awake by Zi
Xin's triumphant laughter, the Queen saw the King grinning foolishly and gently said, "Your Majesty, why are you grinning like that? It's so early in the morning, can't you let me sleep?" Thinking that the King might have gone mad like the Second Prince, she quickly reached out and touched Zi Xin's forehead.
Hearing the Queen's complaint, Zi Xin turned to face her. Seeing her feigned anger, he found it quite charming; her phoenix eyes were wide open, and her lips, still showing signs of spring, were pouting. It was hard to tell if she was truly angry or just pretending.
Zi Xin quickly made a face and begged for forgiveness in a strange, strained voice, "Your Majesty, it's all my fault for disturbing you. Please punish me!" The dignified Emperor of Shang, bowing and apologizing, looked rather disheveled in his own clothes. Jiang Ning couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing the Empress's smile, Zi Xin seized the opportunity to flatter her, "Haha~ My lady is smiling! Your lady's smile is indescribably beautiful!" Hearing the King's praise, Jiang Ning wasn't buying it. She thought, "Do you think I'm still a little girl? You think you can just coax me with a few words? Let's see how I behave!" So she said, "Hmph~ Your Majesty is just bullying me. I'm ignoring you." Women change their expressions so quickly! She hadn't even finished processing her charming smile when she was glaring at him again.
He quickly sighed, "My darling, it's my fault. But last night you were begging me to go deeper, so why are you blaming me for bullying you this morning?" Hearing Zixin mention last night, Jiang Ning couldn't help but recall how Zixin had carried her to her bedchamber as soon as he entered the Phoenix Palace. At first, she was genuinely frightened by his eagerness, expecting to be roughly and roughly ravaged. But once in bed, that devil had somehow learned some techniques that brought her to multiple orgasms in no time, and unlike before, it wasn't a hasty affair… Lost in thought, she became absent-minded. But being
absent-minded wasn't good; Zixin was watching. Seeing the Empress lower her head after hearing her explicit words, a blush slowly spreading across her cheeks, and then she seemed lost in thought,
Zixin suddenly pulled the Empress's naked body into his arms, perhaps a little too roughly. Jiang Ning let out a soft "Oh dear!" before snapping back to reality. He was held tightly by the king, and feeling a tightness in his chest, he quickly struggled.
Seeing that the Empress had woken up, Zi Xin teased with a wicked smile, "What are you thinking about? Looking at your lustful face, do you still want to have sex three thousand times?" His hands began to wander restlessly over her breasts. Embarrassed that
Zi Xin had seen through her thoughts, she quickly grabbed his hands that were roaming her breasts. Although Zi Xin was arousing her, she still had to maintain some of her noble dignity as Empress. She murmured softly while resisting intermittently, "Your Majesty~ No~." Holding the Empress tightly, Zi Xin saw that she was still trying to act innocent in this wanton state. He wondered how long she could keep up the act. His hands became more provocative. The electric shock-like sensation of her nipples being lightly pinched sent a jolt through her brain and down to her lower abdomen. Jiang Ning almost cried out, but she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, refusing to let the sound escape.
Seeing the Empress's struggle, Zi Xin couldn't bear to torment her any longer. He stopped what he was doing and said, "Empress, do you feel like I'm abusing you? You're sorely mistaken." Hearing this, the Empress quickly replied, "That's not what I meant." Before she could finish, Zi Xin interrupted, "Listen to me, do you think my teasing of your desire is vulgar? Actually, no. Since ancient times, there has been the proper way for husband and wife to unite. Before, I didn't understand what love and desire meant; I only knew how to ejaculate quickly, but that's not true." After a long explanation, he saw the Empress staring at him with wide, beautiful eyes, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Well, he decided to continue. "So… now… this and that…" Zi Xin continued his eloquent explanation.
The Empress finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "I know! I didn't say you were humiliating me! I was just afraid that if we did it, we'd be late for the morning court session like last night. You haven't attended the morning court session in so long!" Hearing the Empress's hysterical defense, Zi Xin almost fainted. Damn, that's how it is! This woman is really cold-blooded. But she's right; he's been cultivating the Xuan Tian True Scripture for the past few days and hasn't left the Yangxin Hall.
But now, seeing the Empress's flushed face and yearning expression, how could he let this perfect mood for intercourse pass him by?
Although Zi Xin planned to attend the morning court session today, his desire had already risen, so he had no choice but to submit to the Empress.
Zi Xin quickly positioned the Empress's body, and as his penis slid past her buttocks, it rested against the edge of her thick slit. The glans was immediately covered by the slippery, sticky fluid. He thought to himself, "Thank goodness the Empress is already quite wet."
As Zi Xin's penis pressed against her cleft from behind, the Empress swayed her slender waist slightly, letting out muffled moans.
Although Zi Xin had ignited her passion, the Empress still remembered to urge the King to attend court early: "Hmm... Your Majesty, court time is almost here, don't delay... Oh..." Before she could finish, Zi Xin, impatient, took advantage of the woman's still-wet vagina and thrust forcefully, beginning to pump in and out.
Seeing that things had progressed this far, the Empress no longer urged the King to attend court. Besides, the thrusting was too vigorous; although she had already experienced the prelude of lovemaking, she felt a slight pain in her vagina from the penis. She furrowed her brows slightly and let out a soft cry.
Zi Xin, seeing this, felt an intense pleasure. The wet, tight passage squeezed the burning, throbbing penis layer by layer. Spring water flowed like rain over the reddish-brown glans. Seeing the Empress's appearance under his ministrations, with each heavy thrust, the Empress's white head swayed slightly, her cloud-like hair still disheveled. Her
slender white neck rested on his shoulder, rubbing against his strong arm with each thrust.
After a short while, Zi Xin finally took a deep breath, gripping the Empress's slender waist tightly with both hands, and began to thrust violently, panting heavily. Jiang Ning was also close to climax, twisting her body towards Zi Xin's lower abdomen in rhythm with his vigorous thrusts.
Suddenly, Zi Xin roared, his penis plunging deep into the Empress's body, pulsating rhythmically, each thrust releasing a stream of semen. Jiang Ning, drenched in the hot semen, also reached climax with a soft cry.
After regaining his composure, Zi Xin withdrew his limp penis from the dripping wet vagina. Seeing the Empress limp in his arms, Zi Xin felt the thrill of conquest. The withered appearance of her flower after the storm only fueled Zi Xin's renewed erection.
The Empress felt King Zhou's renewed arousal and her face paled. Fortunately, Zi Xin remembered his morning court duties and gently laid the Empress's limp body down. After comforting her, he gently pulled the covers over her.
Seeing Zixin's erect penis hanging between his legs, the Empress felt a surge of fear and quickly begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, I can't take it anymore! If you still want it, I... I'll go and summon Hong'er." Zixin laughed at the Empress's distress and quickly comforted her, "My beloved wife, I have to go to the morning court now. I was in such a hurry to get there that I rushed to reduce my arousal and didn't realize I had hurt you. I..." Zixin looked apologetic.
Seeing her lord like this, the Queen couldn't help but weep: "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. My frail body leaves Your Majesty's desires unfulfilled... Your Majesty, I..." As she spoke, Zi Xin suddenly placed two fingers on her lips, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection: "My beloved wife, don't say any more. Rest well. I'm going to the morning court. I'll arrange for someone to prepare some bathwater for you." After comforting the Queen, he went to the bath and summoned palace maids to bathe and change him.
Zi Xin lay naked in the bath. Cai'er and Hong'er, whom he had just slept with the day before, came over with unsteady legs and began washing his strong back and thighs. When Hong'er washed above Zi Xin's thighs, she saw that the King's penis was still erect, and her face flushed.
Seeing the two beautiful young women's shy and bashful expressions, Zi Xin was overjoyed. Taking advantage of their time while he bathed, he groped and caressed them, causing the two women to gasp in surprise and become flustered. Each time, Zi Xin burst into laughter.
Dressed in his imperial robes, Zi Xin, full of energy, decided to walk to the Hall of State Affairs himself instead of taking a sedan chair. As he walked, he overheard someone practicing swordplay in the garden of the Imperial Garden. He knew that Huang Su of the Western Palace had her first lovemaking in that garden. The scene reminded him of Huang Su's alluring figure and her martial arts-trained physique. He imagined making love with her, knowing it would be incredibly pleasurable, unlike the delicate empress.
Thinking this, Zi Xin felt a surge of desire and summoned the head of the Imperial Household Department.
Fei Zhong, following behind, hurriedly ran over when the king summoned him, bowing his head and flatteringly saying, "Your Majesty
, you've risen early today, full of energy~~~ Wise and mighty~~~." Remembering the reprimand he'd received from Zi Xin yesterday, he was worried about making the same mistake again, hence his eagerness for flattery. Zi Xin, annoyed by this, snapped, "Shut up! Go and arrange for me to go to the Empress's quarters tonight." Fei Zhong could only silently accept the decree and leave, his eyes involuntarily glancing around. He saw the palace maids and eunuchs seemingly smirking, and inwardly he felt a surge of resentment. He blamed himself for meddling; ever since that person gave the book to the king, the king's temperament had drastically changed, and his previous methods were no longer effective. He sighed, wondering who he could blame but himself for shooting himself in the foot.
Surrounded by his retinue, Zi Xin entered the Hall of State Affairs, slowly ascended the throne, lit incense, and rang the morning bell to summon the civil and military officials. The ministers waiting outside filed in, assuming their positions according to their ranks, creating an orderly and solemn atmosphere.
After the officials bowed and shouted "Long live the King!", King Zhou accepted the greetings and dismissed the formalities. The eunuch beside Zi Xin then began the usual ceremony: "If you have anything to report, please do so; otherwise, the court may adjourn.
" Since there had been no major events in the Shang Dynasty recently, the officials presented their general memorials and prepared to leave. Just then, Zhang Xing, the commander of the Imperial Guards, entered the hall and immediately knelt, saying, "Your subject greets Your Majesty, long live the King!" He appeared urgent.
King Zhou dismissed Zhang Xing's greeting and asked what he needed to report. Zhang Xing quickly replied that a soldier from Donglu had arrived with urgent military news. Zixin immediately summoned the messenger to the palace.
The messenger was filthy and pale, clearly having rushed there in a great hurry. In his haste, he stammered and couldn't get a coherent message out. It was Wang Shubi Gan who, with his keen insight, immediately approached the man and asked if he had brought any letter. The messenger then remembered the letter given to him by Bo Hou, and with trembling hands, he pulled a bamboo slip from his robes and presented it. Bi Gan took it and read aloud.
It turned out that the feudal lords near Donglu, instigated by Ji Tao's son Ji Wu, had raised an army and declared themselves kings. Even more urgent was the fact that Ji Wu had somehow managed to contact the Dongyi people and raise an army of hundreds of thousands, with three armies heading towards Donglu simultaneously.
Upon learning of the war at the front, the generals all volunteered to lead the expedition. Zi Xin, not wanting to be left behind, was also bored in Chaoge and decided to personally lead the army. The court officials all advised the king against going alone, and their advice was unwavering.
Mei Bo and others hurriedly advised, "Your Majesty, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. If you leave Chaoge, it will surely cause panic among the people." Mei Xiang and his officials echoed his sentiments.
Zi Xin waved his hand and smiled, "Mei Xiang's concerns are very reasonable. Although our generals are outstanding, this time the enemy is like a ferocious beast, coming with overwhelming force. Without your personal command, we fear we will not be able to withstand them." At this moment, many generals stepped forward to volunteer as vanguards to fight the enemy. Seeing the generals eager to fight, Zi Xin was greatly pleased, for the Shang Dynasty had many brave warriors. He then asked with a smile, "Very well, very well, you are all fierce generals who fight the enemy. I wonder who would like to be the commander-in-chief?" Mei Bo was happy that the king intended to appoint someone to lead the army, and he was waiting for someone to accept the order. However, he did not expect that while the generals were eager to be vanguards, no one spoke up when it came to the strategist, the marshal.
Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zi Xin laughed loudly, "Your loyalty to the king and the country is truly gratifying, and it also makes me appreciate your willingness to claim the talent of a great general." Mei Bo now realized that the king had been circling around the issue of personally leading the expedition.
This wouldn't do! Mei Bo quickly advised, "Your Majesty, the court cannot be without a ruler. If you leave, who will manage the affairs of state?" He could only persuade the king by making him feel he couldn't share the responsibility.
After listening to Mei Bo's opinion and thinking for a while, Zi Xin suddenly announced solemnly, "My mind is made up. The military must immediately muster the troops and assemble them before dawn today. The Ministry of Revenue must prepare the provisions and depart for Donglu at dawn tomorrow.
Anyone who delays will be executed." The generals from the Ministry of Revenue and the military, upon receiving the order, withdrew.
Zi Xin left only his uncle, Bigan, and Mei Bo behind. Although Mei Bo disagreed with the king's actions, what could be done? Seeing the worry on Mei Bo's face, Zi Xin quickly comforted him, "The Prime Minister thinks I've acted inappropriately, but I have no choice." Seeing that Mei Bo and Bigan remained silent, King Zhou said no more. He suddenly shouted, "Bigan, Mei Bo, receive the decree!"
Upon hearing this, Bigan and Mei Bo immediately knelt down to receive the decree. After learning that King Zhou had arranged for them to temporarily take over the affairs of state, they had no choice but to accept it.
After making the arrangements, King Zhou instructed the two to withdraw. After leaving the court, King Zhou had just stepped out of the council hall when he encountered Fei Zhong. Fei Zhong hurriedly came to greet him, but King Zhou waved for him to rise. Fei Zhong then followed closely beside King Zhou and hurriedly asked, "Is Your Majesty going to the West Palace? I have already told Consort Huang, and she is waiting for you." Thinking to himself that he had done as the King had instructed,
he was surprised when Zixin said, "I will not go to the West Palace for now. I must first pay my respects to the Queen Mother. You do not need to come with me." The large group left Fei Zhong alone at the entrance of the Council Hall.
Zixin and the others arrived outside the Queen Mother's palace and heard cheerful music coming from within. Zixin immediately ordered everyone to stop and listen to the captivating music. Following the direction of the music, Zixin sensed it was a dance piece. Who could be accompanying such a lively and exciting dance?
After passing several artificial rocks, flowers, and trees, they finally saw the real Mount Lu. His gaze fell upon a pavilion standing on the lake behind the rocky hill, surrounded by white jade railings. A curved floating bridge stretched out before him, and in the distance, he could see a woman in red, Wei, seated in the pavilion, facing him. Beside a guqin (a seven-stringed zither) sat two incense burners, their fragrant smoke swirling above her head.
To the accompaniment of the captivating music, a woman in white palace attire, her back to him, danced gracefully in the center of the pavilion. From afar, he could see her long sleeves fluttering, her waist swaying gently—her dance was like a water snake playing in the water, or white cranes intertwining their necks, unlike any dance he had ever seen before. Even from a distance, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Zi Xin couldn't help but step onto the marble steps... On the floating bridge, the palace maids waiting on both sides, seeing the King arrive, hurried over and were about to offer their greetings when Zixin placed two fingers to his lips, signaling the maids not to disturb the beautiful music and captivating dance within the pavilion.
Seeing the King's signal, the maids opened their mouths, hesitated, and ultimately remained silent.
King Zhou quietly walked to the center of the pavilion, his eyes fixed on the woman dancing gracefully within. As he approached, he saw the woman gently extending her jade-like arms; her palace dress clung tightly to her waist, and her hands moved with the agility of a snake. Her back swayed with a serpentine waist, and her full, rounded buttocks rose with each graceful lift of her legs... He could only vaguely see her. Suddenly, the woman turned around abruptly, revealing a mature and beautiful face. Zi Xin's heart skipped a beat when he saw her clearly.
The woman's hair was piled high, and she had eyes as clear as autumn water. Her beautiful face was clearly that of his mother, the Empress Dowager. How could Zi Xin not be shocked? The Empress Dowager also noticed the young man at this moment. Seeing him staring blankly in her direction, she couldn't help but look back. When she saw Ling Su playing the instrument, she suddenly realized her mistake. This boy had taken a liking to her musician.
Thinking she understood, the Empress Dowager deliberately spoke in an official tone to her beloved son: "My son, when did you arrive? Why didn't you pay your respects?"
Startled by his mother's question, Zixin quickly knelt and said, "Your Majesty, I wish you good health and all the best..." He looked terrified, realizing that the woman he had just been unable to control his emotions was actually his mother. The
Empress Dowager chuckled, truly happy that Zixin had come to see her today. Seeing his terrified appearance, she couldn't help but tease him, walking to his side and whispering in his ear, "Little San, what were you staring at just now? You even forgot to greet me." Zixin,
suddenly hearing his mother's voice, was horrified and said, "Mother, I didn't see anything, really." Mistaking his mother for being angry about his spying on her, he felt a surge of fear and broke out in a cold sweat.
Seeing the sweat on Zixin's forehead, the Empress Dowager quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. She smiled and said, "What's wrong? How could I blame you? Have you taken a fancy to my musician? How about I play matchmaker for you?" "
What? What?" Zixin finally understood. His mother thought he had taken a liking to the musician. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What did you say, Mother? I came here specifically to visit you. I won't be able to stay with you for a while after today."
Hearing her son say this, the Empress Dowager quickly asked, "Zixin, what happened?"
Zixin smiled and said, "It's just that there's an emergency at the front, and I have to personally lead the expedition."
The Empress Dowager wasn't as relaxed as Zixin. Upon learning that he was going to lead the expedition again, she quickly advised, "Little Third, there are plenty of people in the court who are going to fight. Why do you have to go? I won't allow you to go, do you hear me?"
Zixin knew his mother was worried, but he also knew that his mother was very understanding, so he could only explain, "Mother, I don't want to go to war either, but King Wucheng and Wen Zhong are both fighting on the frontier and have no time to take care of Donglu."
Hearing that it was Donglu, the Empress Dowager became a little anxious. Her family was in Donglu, and the current Marquis of Donglu was her only nephew. She quickly asked about her relatives, "What? It's the war in Donglu? How is my sister?" Zixin
, understanding his mother's thoughts, quickly reassured her, saying, "Mother, don't worry. I'll go; at least Aunt will be safe." He was still thinking about the dance his mother had just performed, which he seemed to have seen in some book.
Although worried about Zixin's safety, he knew her temperament meant her decisions were final. Besides, the safety of his brother and sister was at stake; he could only pray to the gods for peace.
Seeing his mother's troubled expression, Zixin knew what was troubling her. He quickly changed the subject, saying, "Mother, I just saw your dance; it was as if I saw a goddess dancing."
Seeing her son praise her dance, the Empress Dowager was overjoyed. Thinking that Zixin was about to depart for war, she felt it was time for mother and son to talk about happy things, so she turned and ordered the servants to leave, giving them some space to chat.
"Mother, what kind of dance was that? It was truly unique,"
the Empress Dowager asked. After a moment's thought, she replied, "Actually, she doesn't know what kind of dance it was. It seems she learned it in a dream, when she was very young, maybe fourteen years old. She was playing in the garden of the palace, and when she got tired, she fell asleep. Then she dreamed of a woman in strange clothes dancing, and she followed along. When she woke up, she remembered the dance."
Upon hearing this, Zixin exclaimed inwardly, "Amazing!" He had read about this in the Xuan Tian Zhen Jing (a classic text on martial arts), and what his mother learned in her dream was the Goddess's Dream Dance. It was said that women who mastered that dance could maintain their youthful appearance. Thinking of this, he blurted out, "The Goddess's Dance of Dreams!"
Empress Dowager Jiang, upon hearing her son's exclamation, chuckled, "You child, you're really good at making things up! What goddess? You just want to amuse your mother!"
Zixin quickly cited a passage from a book to confirm, "No, Mother, do you remember that dance costume? It looked like this... like that."
Now it was the Empress Dowager's turn to be stunned. It really was the same! The costume Zixin described was identical to the woman's clothes in her dream.
She couldn't help but believe it. Later, Zixin mentioned that mastering this dance and wearing the costume would preserve youth forever. Wait a minute—the Empress Dowager was already over forty, and she had always lamented her aging. Now, hearing that it could preserve youth, and with Zixin citing a book—her desire for beauty was instantly aroused, and she naturally wanted to obtain that costume.
According to the book, the costume seemed to be in the land of Donglu. So she told her mother that she would definitely find the costume and fulfill her long-cherished wish.
The mother and son chatted until midnight before Zixin finally took his leave of the palace, feeling somewhat hesitant, though he couldn't understand why. Once outside, he rushed to the West Palace, and upon seeing Huang Su, he swept her up in his arms. Before he could utter a single tender word, he carried her to the jade couch, undressed her, and began their lovemaking.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the air, a continuous chorus of sensual pleasures. Once Zixin had finished, he tossed the beauty off the couch, donned his golden armor, and roared a thunderous cry that shook the heavens, announcing his grand muster before dawn.
Although it was still dark, the campfires illuminated the platform like daylight, their flames blazing, casting shadows of clashing swords and armor, ready for battle. Then, a figure slowly ascended the platform, clad in golden armor and carrying a sword. As he raised his sword to the heavens, ten thousand men below knelt in unison, shouting, "Long live the King! The Shang army is invincible! Wherever we go, we will be defeated!"
Seeing the fervent enthusiasm of the crowd below, Zi Xin said nothing more, but simply pointed his sword towards Donglu and shouted in a powerful voice, "The three armies, march!"
The hundred-mile-long formation, illuminated by countless torches, began to transform into a fiery dragon, advancing towards Donglu. Zi Xin, on the platform, reviewed the scene with majesty as the army marched in perfect unison. At that moment, a black steed appeared below the platform, neighing loudly as it looked up at Zi Xin, waiting for its master to mount it and gallop a thousand miles.

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