Empress Dowager Cixi (Simplified Chinese)

(I)

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a tribe—the Aisin Gioro—rose up 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 himself. 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 us 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 make sure your Gioro clan is utterly destroyed..." 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 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—so adorable!

He proudly said to his wife, "Look at her, she's so lovely. When she grows up, she'll surely be

a beautiful girl."

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, exuding 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 debt for medical and

funeral expenses.

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 future, 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 without anything.

Fortunately, by a 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 consolation payment, which helped them through their financial difficulties. 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 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 .

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 , 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 , Lan'er had never spoken so intimately to anyone, and she actually considered Ronglu a rare confidant.

Lan'er couldn't help but pour out her heart, overflowing with longing for her family, tears streaming down her face.

Ronglu, hearing Lan'er's sorrow for her mother, couldn't bear it and comforted her, saying, "I can find a way."

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 understood Ronglu's love for her. As she grew older, she gradually came to

appreciate 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

tinder , burning with passion; the other, innocent and naive, saw their transgressive actions transformed into expressions of love.

Ronglu greedily inhaled the scent of perfume on Lan'er's face; he lightly touched his lips to her delicate, soft cheeks.

Lan'er felt as if a spring breeze were 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 hands, both nimble and clumsy, slipped inside Lan'er's clothes.

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 breasts, barely large enough to be grasped, were now covered by

Ronglu 's large hands. Lan'er felt a wave of shyness, as if all around

her were watching, greedy, and mocking eyes, making her hastily press her chest against Ronglu's chest to try and cover herself.

The newly developed breasts were just slightly protruding mounds of flesh, but Ronglu's palms could keenly

feel the tip of the breast hardening and trembling. With each slight movement, it felt as if it were scratching the tender flesh in his palm.

Ronglu, whose emotions were continuing to rise, felt a restless urge in his groin, like a trapped beast

struggling desperately.

Lan'er, lost in passion, felt her whole body burning and losing strength, her lower abdomen churning. There seemed to

be an irresistible urge, emanating from a part of her body that made her blush and her heart race. Lan'er could only

seek relief through the twisting of her body and soft moans.

Ronglu's groin was taut with excitement, and at this moment he no longer cared about the rules of the palace.

Even if a knife were held to his throat, he would not be able to stop.

"Hiss!" Ronglu roughly tore 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 pressed against her vulva, making her feel both

comfortable and shy.

Lan'er's smooth, delicate vulva was sparsely covered with a few fine hairs, and Ronglu's touch found

it warm and slightly damp. Ronglu's rapid breathing was tinged with a low growl as he rolled over, pulled his pants down halfway, spread

Lan'er's thighs, and pressed his trembling penis against her vulva.

Ronglu's series of hasty movements left Lan'er no time to react before she felt a hard object rubbing and

probing at her vaginal opening. She felt an indescribable tingling sensation, followed by a piercing pain.

"Ah... Ah... Brother Rong... It hurts... Ah... No... No... Ugh... Ah..." Lan'er twisted her lower body

, struggling and pushing away with all her might. Lan'er couldn't help but wonder why what she had vaguely hoped for during the caresses was

actually this painful.

At this moment, Ronglu's emotions were so high that he was almost frantic. He ignored Lan'er's cries and struggles, only

seeking self-gratification. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Lan'er's waist, and he pressed his hips down hard, forcing his penis

into the narrow crevice.

Perhaps it was because the virgin's vagina was narrow and tight; perhaps it was the tension in his emotions, but as soon as Ronglu's glans entered

the vaginal opening, he felt a tingling and chilling sensation, and then, unable to resist the tingling and itching, he ejaculated thick streams of semen.

Lan'er felt as if her vaginal opening was being stretched open and torn, the pain as if her lower body had suddenly been detached. But

in Ronglu's rapid breathing, she felt a sudden warm swelling in her vagina, a warm current rolling and

churning inside. And, to her slight relief, Ronglu's penis seemed to be no longer pushing in.

At this moment, Lan'er's mind was in turmoil. She felt the sorrow of losing her virginity, but she also felt the warm current rolling inside her vagina,

which brought her a little bit of unsatisfying comfort. Lan'er thought, half-understanding, "...If only there were no pain...

only the final comfort...how wonderful that would be..."

Ronglu's clarity after venting his emotions made him realize the trouble he had caused, and how utterly

incompetent he was. He lowered his head, licking the tear stains on Lan'er's cheek, murmuring, "...Lan'er...I love you?...Lan'er

...I'm sorry...Lan'er..."

Perhaps between a man and a woman, just one word, "love," can cover up everything that shouldn't be there. Lan'er heard

soft words of love in her ear, and the pain she had just felt, and the consequences of her affair, vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace. However,

they both knew in their hearts that their circumstances and status would make this relationship difficult, even

fruitless, but they didn't want to think about it too much; perhaps happiness was the most important thing now.

Lan'er had initially imagined the palace to be filled with music, dance, fine clothes, and delicacies. However, upon entering,

she discovered the profound loneliness and isolation of a noble household. In this moment of emptiness, Ronglu entered her life,

igniting her inner feelings like a spark igniting a wildfire—perhaps a form of solace, or perhaps a form of anesthesia.

After this intimate encounter, Lan'er and Ronglu's relationship deepened, becoming inseparable

. 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 now seventeen. Her former beauty remained, but with age and

the nourishment . She was intelligent, shrewd, and worldly-wise. In

the fourth year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, an edict was issued to all palace women: "...because the Empress is unable to bear children, a new concubine will be appointed to compensate for her infertility..." This news was a rare opportunity for the palace women, and seventeen women had already been selected

in the edict's register , Lan'er being one of them. 　　Lan'er was overjoyed upon learning this, but the thought of Ronglu immediately dashed her joy, replacing it with hesitation and worry. Being summoned by the Emperor was certainly a good thing; however, the thought of seeing Ronglu again...

Being with Ronglu was absolutely impossible. 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, "...Being summoned

doesn't mean I'll be chosen as a concubine... Even if I'm not chosen, I can still be with Ronglu..." But Lan'er never

told Ronglu about the summons; they both understood each other implicitly.

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 arrived late, calmly bowing to the Emperor.

Lan'er was dressed plainly, without even makeup or rouge. She thought that this way, the Emperor wouldn't choose her, thus neither

disobeying the decree nor being unable to continue being with Ronglu.

Xianfeng usually associated with women adorned with gold and silver, dressed in flamboyant attire. Now, however, she was a

girl dressed simply yet not plainly; beautiful yet not overtly alluring,

standing out .

Emperor Xianfeng saw her eyes shimmering like autumn water, full of tender affection, and her cherry-red lips, so

alluring too beautiful to look away.

He gazed intently at her for a long while before finally regaining his composure and telling her to rise. Xianfeng had fallen in love at first sight with Lan'er, and since the Empress was at

the Cining Palace , he ordered all the summoned concubines to return home, leaving only Lan'er behind.

Lan'er was puzzled when the Emperor kept her behind for questioning, but seeing the way he was staring at her, she understood and felt

much more at ease.

So Lan'er bowed again to pay her respects, and Emperor Xianfeng gently helped her up, saying, "Get up, stand aside.

"

Xianfeng 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 sooner.

Lan'er blushed a little under Xianfeng's gaze and lowered her head, replying, "I entered the palace three years ago, but because Your Majesty has

n't summoned me, Your Majesty doesn't recognize me."

Xianfeng couldn't help but tease, "So, it's my fault?!"

Lan'er said fearfully, "I wouldn't dare!"

Xianfeng laughed even more happily, "Good! I grant you innocence. But 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.

Lan'er's face was flushed with spring, her eyes sparkling with allure, her beauty captivating Emperor Xianfeng. The more he looked, the more he loved her;

his eyes seemed to spit fire, making Lan'er blush with shyness and lower her head.

Suddenly realizing his blunder, Xianfeng quickly asked to smooth things over, "Looking at your appearance, you must be Manchu!" "

My late father, 'Nara,' whose given name was 'Huizheng,' was a deputy general who died in office. I accompanied him to his post,

and thus lived in the Jiangnan region for a long time."

Xianfeng then praised her softly, "No wonder you look like a northern beauty, yet possess 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 up to. Overjoyed and nervous at such favor,

she instantly forgot all about her past relationship with Ronglu.

The eunuch beside him, knowing that this amorous emperor was about to find pleasure in Lan'er again, discreetly slipped

away. Xianfeng, holding Lan'er's hand, naturally headed towards the imperial bedchamber.

Lan'er was no longer the virgin she once was; she possessed full breasts, a supple waist, long, shapely

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, ensuring both of them enjoyed sexual pleasure.

Lan'er's only concern was concealing the fact that she was no longer a virgin.

Upon reaching the bedchamber, 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 pounding faster and faster as Lan'er's clothes were gradually removed.

Once Lan'er's clothes were completely removed, her snow-white, delicate skin and her pink breasts, like freshly peeled chicken head meat,

caused Emperor Xianfeng, who was used to being pampered with cosmetics, to feel his blood boil and pant heavily. In a few quick movements,

he removed , and his manhood was already erect and trembling, ready for action.

The emperor was indeed extraordinary. Although Lan'er had seen Ronglu's penis before, Xianfeng's penis was thicker and longer than

Ronglu's . Perhaps the emperor had a special way of "raising chickens"! Lan'er

couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at the sight of Xianfeng's penis, secretly wondering if she could handle it.

While she was thinking, Xianfeng's mouth was already on Lan'er's nipple, licking it with his tongue, grinding it with his teeth, and sucking it hard;

his left hand was kneading her right breast, while his right hand was rubbing her vulva.

A tingling, hot current coursed through Lan'er's body, revealing a passionate state wherever it passed:

furrowed brows, half-open lips, soft moans, erect nipples... then gradually accumulating in her lower abdomen and dantian,

making her feel as if she were in a furnace, yet utterly powerless to move an inch.

"Ah...Long live...Master...Ugh...No...Hmm...No...Hmm...It itches...So embarrassing...Ah...People...Hmm..."

Lan'er's gentle, wanton moans did not make Xianfeng slow down at all; instead, they intensified his lust, making him even more

frantic with his caresses and lewd movements.

Xianfeng wished he had another mouth to lick and suck between her breasts, occasionally letting out ecstatic "Tsk! Tsk!

Tsk!" sounds as if savoring a delicious treat. Xianfeng's right thumb massaged her clitoris; his middle finger, following the

slippery fluid, 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 the itchy spot, even penetrating deeper,

touching the corners that drove her mad.

Xianfeng smeared his hands, covered in her semen, on Lan'er's vulva, while gently

kissing her cheek, soothingly saying, "Lan'er, I'm going to insert my penis into your vagina. It will hurt a little at first,

but as long as you relax and bear it, you will naturally feel the pleasure of intercourse." 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 had already surged like a tidal wave, her heart screaming, "Quickly...quickly...insert it...insert it hard!"

"Come..." But she pleaded, "Your Majesty... please be gentle... this servant... is afraid... I

can't ..." To be honest, Lan'er was indeed a little frightened when she caught a glimpse of the bright red glans.

Xianfeng knelt between Lan'er's legs, casually stuffing a pillow under her buttocks, and then spread her legs

wide , exposing every detail of Lan'er's vulva, as if

one could see the wet vaginal walls slowly writhing from the "O"-shaped vaginal opening.

"Your Majesty... I'm so ashamed... don't... look like that... ah..." Lan'er naturally covered her face with her hands. This

shy yet extremely lewd expression seemed to give Xianfeng a sadistic pleasure.

Emperor Xianfeng lowered his body, guiding his penis to the entrance of her vagina. He gently rubbed the glans against her vaginal opening,

allowing it to become moist, before slowly lowering his hips to push the glans inside.

From the initial caresses to the subtle movements before penetration, Lan'er couldn't help but

compare Xianfeng's actions to Ronglu's. 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...Long live...Master...be gentle..." Although Lan'er was not a virgin, this time her cries of pain

were as it slowly entered, although it wasn't

the stinging pain of deflowering, the tightness of her vaginal opening, which she hadn't yet adapted to, made her feel as if her vaginal opening was being torn apart.

Although the beauty's cries pained Emperor Xianfeng, his half-inserted penis clearly felt

the warmth and moisture inside her vagina, along with the gentle, sucking-like movements. This fueled his desire, making him yearn for

deeper penetration, to feel his entire penis, and even his whole being, enveloped in the narrow, moist womb—a

memory both distant and hazy.

"Ah… Your Majesty… Your… Hmm… So big… This servant… Ah… Can't… Take… It… Ah…" Lan'er's hands, hanging limply at

her sides , gripped the sheets spasmodically, enduring the increasing pleasure amidst the tension.

"Mmm!" With his penis fully inserted, Xianfeng cheered with a sense of relief. After a brief pause, he began to

slowly thrust, his breath coming in short gasps as he murmured, "Lan'er...? Your...

little hole... is so tight... so... comfortable... so comfortable... I want to bestow upon you... the title of Noble Lady... From now on

... you must... often accompany... me..." Though these were intimate words, they were still words spoken by a king.

"Mmm... mmm... ah..." Lan'er responded weakly to Xianfeng's thrusts, a promise,

a thank you. The penis throbbing inside her gave her an irreplaceable pleasure. Her hands tightened around

Xianfeng's shoulders and neck, a longing for more intense movements swirling within her, her body involuntarily twisting and swaying

.

Lan'er's bouncing lower body made Xianfeng's thrusts smoother, faster, and more forceful. The sounds of their bodies sizzling and splashing

during intercourse, the slapping of skin against skin, mingled

with moans of "Mmm... Ah...", creating a symphony of debauchery.

For nearly the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the repetitive piston-like movements brought Xianfeng's pent-up energy to a breaking point .

A sudden, sharp tingling sensation shot through his lower back, and with each rapid thrust, he ejaculated thick

streams of hot semen. His penis, still throbbing, pumped the semen like a hydraulic pump, surging deep into Lan'er's womb. "Ha... Ugh

..." Xianfeng gasped, his hands gripping Lan'er's breasts tightly, as if trying to

crush .

During the continuous climax of their lovemaking, Lan'er was already completely lost in the moment, her mind wandering to the heavens.

Although Xianfeng's hot semen brought her to another level of climax, it was merely icing on the cake, better than nothing

...

After a night of passionate lovemaking, Lan'er had become Emperor Xianfeng's most favored person, and he bestowed upon her the title of

Noble Lady as promised. Not long after, Lan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a boy.

When the news spread, the palace was filled with joy, and everyone rushed to offer their congratulations. Xianfeng was overjoyed, while

Ronglu felt his heart was bleeding, but what could he do?

The little boy was immediately named Crown Prince and named "Zai". Noble Lady Lan also became an Imperial

Noble Consort and changed her name to "Cixi".

(II)

When Emperor Tongzhi turned one year old, Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed and very proud of his son, so

he held a grand banquet to celebrate the prince's birthday. Lan'er, now the Imperial Concubine Cixi, sat

beside Emperor Xianfeng on his right, a blissful smile on her face.

The eunuch Li Lianying, a man with a strong desire for power, had some knowledge of Imperial Concubine Cixi's background from his

years in the palace. Li Lianying understood that with Emperor Xianfeng's current favor, Cixi would

inevitably rise through the ranks and gain control of the palace.

Li Lianying thought that if he wanted a good life in the palace, he had to curry favor with Imperial Concubine Cixi. So,

while the Emperor and other ministers were talking, Li Lianying secretly struck up a conversation with Imperial Concubine Cixi, pretending to be

indifferent .

Cixi, finding Li Lianying quick-witted, simply saw him as a conversationalist, a way to

alleviate the loneliness of the deep palace. From then on, Cixi and Li Lianying grew closer, with Cixi affectionately calling him "Little Li

. "

However, throughout history, few emperors have truly been devoted to one another, and Emperor Xianfeng was no exception. Emperor Xianfeng

gradually distanced himself from Empress Dowager Cixi, turning his attention to four women from Jiangnan residing in the Yuanmingyuan Garden, whom he affectionately called the "Four Springs."

These "Four Springs"

were —names bestowed upon them by Xianfeng.

Emperor Xianfeng spent his days in the Yuanmingyuan Garden with the "Four Springs," occasionally engaging in open-air sexual acts

, replacing the tranquil sounds of the garden with vulgar language; replacing

its beautiful flowers and carved buildings with a life of debauchery.

In the Kunning Palace of the Forbidden City, Empress Dowager Niohuru seemed to live a life of widowhood, but being of a dignified and reserved

nature could only grieve in silence as her husband embraced another, daring not to show her anger.

However, Empress Dowager Cixi was not as magnanimous as the Empress. Her meteoric rise from poverty to the lavish lifestyle of the palace,

culminating in her ascension to the rank of Imperial Concubine, fueled her growing ambition. One reason was to secure her current position...

All her positions were driven by two main factors. First, the allure of power compelled her to strive for advancement.

Second, the nights of passion she experienced during Emperor Xianfeng's favor allowed Cixi to fully savor the pleasures of sexual intercourse. Though

she dared not admit it, she was addicted to the thrill and climax, appearing chaste on the surface

but utterly licentious at heart.

Therefore, Cixi could not bear the sudden fall from grace. Furthermore, with Li

Zicheng adding fuel to the fire and even offering advice, when all her seductive tactics failed to hold back Emperor Xianfeng's restless heart,

she accepted his suggestion: "...If the 'Four Springs' are not eliminated, the Emperor will not return...and even 'do not have exclusive favor over the Six Palaces'

..." "Exclusive favor over the Six Palaces"—what an alluring and desirable phrase!

Little Li once told Empress Dowager Cixi, "...As far as I know, 'Peony Spring' had a

lover However, I am not sure at the moment. If we can dig up their shameful past, at best

they can be expelled from the palace, and at worst they could lose their lives..."

So, Cixi pretended to be very humble and approached the "Four Springs," using all sorts of methods to learn

everything about them, trying to find some leverage to attack them. Just as Little Li said, "...Know yourself and know your enemy,

and you will win every battle..."

Sure enough, Cixi not only discovered that "Peony Spring" did indeed have a cousin and

lover named "Gong Banlun," who was an advisor to the British businessman Thomas Wade in Shanghai, but also that during casual conversations, the "Four Springs"

openly discussed their pleasures with Emperor Xianfeng in bed. This not only made Cixi feel disgusted,

but also aroused her long-dormant lust.

The cold, lonely bed kept Cixi awake at night. She seemed to hear Emperor Xianfeng's soft whispers and heavy breathing in her ear

… she seemed to hear her own pleasurable moans and cries… she thought of Xianfeng's thick, erect penis… she thought of Ronglu…

Unconsciously, Cixi's hand slipped inside her clothes, pinching her as Xianfeng had pinched her; it slipped between her legs,

probing like Ronglu's fingers… Then, amidst spasms and tremors, she drifted into a deep sleep. As

dawn broke, Xiao Li, as usual, went to Cixi's bedchamber to attend to her needs, preparing her clothes and awaiting her orders—

a duty of the eunuchs, and a privilege granted by Cixi. Xiao Li approached the bedside without hesitation. In the dim light,

he saw Cixi's clothes open, her full breasts standing proudly, rising and falling slightly with her breath;

her lower garment, pulled down to her knees, revealed her snow-white, smooth thighs, her pubic hair thick, and her prominent mons pubis—all laid bare before her. Upon closer

inspection, Cixi's vulva and pubic hair were not only covered in moisture, like morning dew; the sheets were also

muddy, as if a flood had just receded.

This alluring sight made even the newly castrated Xiao Li blush and feel hot and agitated, but his penis

could not stand erect, causing him to sigh inwardly, "...fate is cruel...fate is cruel..." One was lonely and

desperately seeking comfort in her empty chamber; the other was faced with beauty but could not have it. However, due to male nature, Xiao Li

disregarded the ethics of master and servant and reached out a trembling hand to caress the nipples on Cixi's breasts.

In the deep chambers of the palace, there were many concubines who had fallen out of favor, and some of them, unable to suppress their lustful desires, had

tempted Xiao Li to "serve" them. Firstly, those who were closest to the concubines every day, besides the palace maids

, were eunuchs; secondly, having sex with eunuchs meant there was no need to worry about pregnancy and causing trouble. Although eunuchs could not truly satisfy their desires

, it was absolutely safe, and better than nothing.

A series of electric-like tingling and pleasurable sensations gradually roused Empress Dowager Cixi from her erotic dream. At first, she thought it was a

dream that felt both real and unreal, but her inner desire surged rapidly, causing her to writhe and moan slightly.

When Cixi sensed something was amiss, she opened her eyes and saw Xiao Li Zi staring at her intently,

caressing her.

Cixi reacted naturally, grabbing Xiao Li Zi's hand to pull it away, but in a flash,

she suddenly reversed her grip, pressing his palm against her breast, and said softly, "Xiao Li Zi! You are

so bold, daring to be so presumptuous! Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

Xiao Li Zi, while gently rubbing his palm, grinned and said, "As long as Your Majesty is happy, this servant will gladly die."

Xiao Li Zi gently squeezed Cixi's firm breasts and said, "Is this comfortable, Your Majesty?"

"...Mmm...Oh..." Waves of pleasure from the caresses made Cixi breathe heavily as she hummed, "...Mmm...Where...did...you

...learn...mmm...so...good...good...at...mmm...harder...mmm...so comfortable...ahhh..."

Little Li Zi moved one hand away, rubbing the smooth skin as he slowly moved it down to her lower abdomen.

Unable to resist the wonderful sensation, he blurted out, "Your Majesty's skin is so smooth and tender,

a thousand times better than the other concubines..."

Little Li Zi's slip of the tongue was immediately noticed by Cixi, who was lost in her intoxication. A hypothesis flashed through her mind, and she

reached out to Little Li Zi's crotch while scolding him, "So you weren't castrated..." Before she could finish speaking, Cixi's

hand grasped nothing at Little Li Zi's crotch, and the excitement that was about to rise instantly plummeted into the abyss.

Perhaps accustomed to such awkward situations, Xiao Li merely shrank back slightly, allowing Cixi's hand

to search for his "treasure" between his legs, a fleeting look of inferiority and regret on his face. Xiao Li explained, "

Your , this servant has indeed been castrated, although..." Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Although

this servant lacks what a man should have, I have ways to bring Your Majesty pleasure..." At this moment, Xiao Li's middle finger

had already probed into Cixi's vagina, fiddling with it.

"Mmm...mmm..." The spot where Xiao Li was fiddling with was precisely where Cixi was unbearably itchy from long-awaited abstinence. With just

a slight touch, Cixi felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but twist her trembling hips, welcoming

Xiao Li 's fingers. In her rapid breathing, she moaned and groaned, "Mmm...harder...with...mmm...deeper...

ah...again...again...mmm...yes...oh...good...mmm..."

Xiao Li's "finger-flicking skill" was indeed extraordinary. First, his middle finger "pointed straight to the center," then he added

his index finger in a "sword gesture," and now it was three fingers "piercing through" Cixi's wet, slippery opening, rotating within it.

Under this relentless assault, Cixi could only pant rapidly and scream softly, utterly helpless

.

A continuous stream of wetness flowed from... A torrent of fluid gushed from the opening, soaking Little Li's palms, covering his entire vulva, and

even staining a large area of the mattress…

Before the Anglo-French invasion of the Qing Dynasty, the Anglo-French alliance and the Qing government negotiated and negotiated, but failed to reach a peace agreement.

The discussions caused Emperor Xianfeng considerable distress and annoyance.

Empress Dowager Cixi, however, seized this opportunity to advise him, saying, "Your Majesty need not

worry about the negotiations with Britain and France anymore. You can entrust this to Gong Banlun!"

Emperor Xianfeng was bewildered and asked, "Who is Gong Banlun?"

"Oh, so Your Majesty knows nothing! Then I shouldn't have spoken out of turn..." Cixi deliberately

kept him in suspense.

Emperor Xianfeng, slightly annoyed, demanded, "What exactly happened? Speak!"

"Gong Banlun is an advisor to the Englishman Thomas Wade, and the British trust him greatly… He's 'Peony Spring's'

cousin …" Empress Dowager Cixi feigned guilt, her voice trailing off… "…I heard 'Peony Spring' had a

relationship with him before entering the palace…"

"Bang!" Emperor Xianfeng slammed his hand on the table, shouting furiously, "Guards… Imprison 'Peony Spring'

… I want to question her myself…"

Perhaps in Emperor Xianfeng's mind, disciplining a woman unfaithful to him seemed more

important , but he was also happy to remove a thorn in Cixi's side, for Emperor Xianfeng was back by her side.

Soon after, the Anglo-French allied forces advanced on Beijing, causing widespread panic in the city. Emperor Xianfeng

certainly had a knack for romance and debauchery, but dealing with foreigners left him helpless. Therefore, the task of reviewing memorials and

drafting imperial edicts was entrusted to Empress

Dowager Cixi. A special jade seal bearing the inscription "Tongdaotang" was even made for her; any edict bearing this seal was considered equivalent to an imperial approval.

In this way, Emperor Xianfeng was happy to remain out of the loop, indulging in his dream of a peaceful cowardly life, while Cixi took her

first step into political involvement.

Later, as the situation became increasingly tense, in the tenth year of Xianfeng's reign, the emperor, empress, ministers, and concubines all fled the palace to

Rehe (Jehol) for refuge.

After Xianfeng and his entourage arrived in Rehe, Gong Banlun led dozens of British soldiers into the Yuanmingyuan Garden, searching for his

beloved cousin, "Peony Spring." At this time, "Peony Spring" was still imprisoned. Unable to find her, Gong Banlun,

in a fit of anger , ordered the Yuanmingyuan Garden to be burned down.

"Xinghua Chun" was shot and killed by British troops while trying to escape; "Haitang Chun," unable to find help

, committed suicide by drowning in Fuhai Lake; even "Wuling Chun" hanged herself in her room. Only "Mudan Chun" was rescued safely

. This news later reached the imperial palace in Rehe, where Emperor Xianfeng was so grief-stricken he nearly fainted, while Empress Dowager Cixi

secretly chuckled.

Because of Emperor Xianfeng's weak character, the power struggle among his ministers was fierce, with Su Shun being the most powerful

. He saw that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, especially after the deaths of three of the "Four Springs" and the departure of one,

coupled with Emperor Xianfeng's increased favor towards Cixi. How could he not be deeply worried?

However, Su Shun, a seasoned veteran of power struggles, quickly learned how to deal with the situation effectively and

permanently. Su Shun decided to use his beauty to seize Cixi's place in Emperor Xianfeng's heart, and

secretly dispatched many people to search for "beauties," quickly finding some.

It turned out that the "beauty" Su Shun sought was a widow with bound feet from Shanxi. At that time, Shanxi

women with bound feet were famous throughout the country. They not only had fair skin, seemingly boneless, but also very full and rounded hips, truly

captivating those who indulged in illicit affairs. The widow Cao that Su Shun found was one of the most outstanding

beauties with bound feet. In particular, her tiny feet, so small they could be grasped in one hand, made her walk with graceful steps and a slight sway of her hips.

Even before she arrived, her fragrance filled the air. Although the "Four Springs" in the Yuanmingyuan Garden were also beauties with bound feet, their hips

were all thin and flat, completely incomparable to the allure of widow Cao.

Su Shun firmly believed that widow Cao could resist Empress Dowager Cixi, so he kept her in his residence and then

arranged for her to meet Emperor Xianfeng. Sure enough, when Emperor Xianfeng saw widow Cao, he was immediately captivated by her beauty and, of course, couldn't

resist his desires.

Su Shun had just excused himself and dismissed his guards and servants when Emperor Xianfeng, right there at the banquet, pulled Widow Cao into his arms,

kissing and inhaling her passionately. Widow Cao, in turn, teased Xianfeng with a mixture of resistance and pleasure, fueling his lust and making him

unable to resist.

Widow Cao's most powerful weapon was her voluptuous and delicate body, and she was adept at using

it . Using her coy demeanor, Widow Cao intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her full breasts against Xianfeng's chest;

the soft touch felt like a thousand pounds to him, like a thunderbolt.

"Hiss...hiss..." Xianfeng, in a frenzy, tore open Widow Cao's clothes and bodice, revealing two plump mounds of flesh that

bounced and swelled, their snow-white flesh dazzling his eyes.

"Ah! Your Majesty...no..." Widow Cao blushed, covering her chest with her hand, yet she pressed herself even closer like

a little bird .

"Come! Let me see..." Emperor Xianfeng gently moved Widow Cao's elbow, and Widow Cao offered no resistance,

allowing her proud breasts to be fully exposed. Even Emperor Xianfeng, a seasoned expert in the ways of women, couldn't help but swallow hard and praise, "Good,

good! As the saying goes, 'A little more is too fat, a little less is too thin,' good! Good..." As he spoke, his index finger and thumb began

to rub her nipples.

The wanton Widow Cao and the impetuous Emperor Xianfeng were evenly matched, their strengths evenly matched. In no time,

Widow Cao's nipples went from soft to hard, from pale pink to scarlet. Emperor Xianfeng could even feel through his fingers

the small fleshy buds sprouting from the nipples like bamboo shoots after rain, rough yet delicate; hard yet tender.

"Mmm...Your Majesty...Mmm...Touching...rubbing like this...Mmm...So...comfortable...Mmm...Ah..." At this point, Widow Cao

seemed to have forgotten about maintaining her composure. The surging desire within her compelled her to release it through moans and gasps

. The heat within her body flowed through her limbs and gradually gathered in her lower abdomen, forming a tingling,

itchy trickle deep within her vagina.

Widow Cao's face flushed like the sunset, her whole body trembling and convulsing. Her nostrils, slightly damp with sweat, twitched with each breath.

Unable to suppress her intense lust, her hands rubbed and kneaded Xianfeng's legs,

gradually searching for her target.

"Ah!" Widow Cao's fingers, through her clothes, grasped the hard object between Xianfeng's legs. A delighted

surprise , like finding a treasure, filled her with joy and excitement. The enormous, thick penis, a sight rarely seen among thousands, ignited a burning

desire in Widow Cao, who immediately became engrossed in anticipation and fantasies of its penetration. Widow Cao seemed to anticipate that ecstatic pleasure,

and her fingers involuntarily began to greedily stroke it.

Although Emperor Xianfeng was surprised by Widow Cao's initiative, the pleasurable sensation of rubbing her penis stirred his emotions...

Like adding fuel to a fire, he hurriedly freed one hand to undo his belt. Seeing Xianfeng's

anxious couldn't help but smile coquettishly, then reached out to help.

"Whoosh!" The penis, like a dragon freed from its cage, stood proudly erect. Widow Cao, seeing its extraordinary nature, felt an

inexplicable urge and involuntarily lowered her head to kiss it. "Tsk! Tsk! Hmm!" Widow Cao carefully licked the scarlet glans with

the tip of her tongue , occasionally opening her small mouth to suck and tease it, making Xianfeng tremble with a mixture of itchiness and aching.

"...Quick...Quick, stop teasing...Oh...So comfortable...Oh...Quick...Let me...insert...insert...?...Hmm...

Quick..." Xianfeng, suppressing his extreme excitement, urged her breathlessly, his face flushed, his hands constantly rubbing against Widow Cao's

bare back.

"As you command!" Widow Cao said playfully, rising and straddling Xianfeng's lap. Her thick

pubic hair barely concealed her vulva, but the penis seemed to move with practiced ease, disappearing between her legs in a flash. "Sizzle!

" At the moment of contact, both of them cried out simultaneously, "Ah!" Time seemed to stand still. The tightness,

fullness, swelling, and heat filled both of them with an indescribable pleasure.

Widow Cao's plump, snow-white, and rounded buttocks rose and fell rhythmically. She could feel her labia

turning with each movement; she could feel the penis contracting and throbbing inside her; the glans thrusting powerfully, as if it would

launch her into the sky.

Xianfeng's hands were busy caressing Widow Cao's body, his lips were busy intercepting her bouncing breasts, and he seemed

unsatisfied, thrusting his lower body upwards as if he wanted to pierce her body with his penis.

Xianfeng's penis thrust rapidly in and out of the moist vagina, the rounded tip scraping against the vaginal walls,

creating waves of pleasurable friction. Widow Cao moaned ecstatically, yet still arched her lower abdomen to

welcome rapidly advancing penis. She felt a tingling, light sensation throughout her body, as if she were flying.

Just as Xianfeng felt a sudden, sharp pain in his penis, he gripped Widow Cao's waist tightly,

thrusting wildly, then pressed himself against her, breathing heavily. Widow Cao felt Xianfeng's penis deeply inserted

inside her; although there was no thrusting motion, the throbbing of the glans and the contraction of the shaft gave her

a unique pleasure.

Suddenly, a surge of hot fluid rushed into her vagina without warning. "Ah! Hmm! Oh!" The two cried out

excitedly , their voices rising and falling in trembling spasms...

After their first experience of lovemaking, Widow Cao's seductive skills in bed drove Emperor Xianfeng to a state of ecstasy and ecstasy. After several encounters with

Widow , she became pregnant.

According to the ancestral rules of the Qing Dynasty, Han women were not allowed to be made concubines, but once she had an heir, in order to maintain

the imperial bloodline, Widow Cao was to be granted the title of Imperial Noble Consort.

This incident threw Empress Dowager Cixi into disarray. After calmly considering the situation, she realized her power was in jeopardy. She went

to see the Empress and reported, "Your Majesty is becoming increasingly outrageous. While this foreign devil is pressuring our court

, instead of focusing on state affairs, you're bringing in a Han woman. And that's not all; that woman

is a widow. It's said that before she met Your Majesty, she was a prostitute. Now she's pregnant,

and Your Majesty wants to bring her into the palace. Doesn't this disrupt the system? If word gets out, it will be

a laughingstock to the people."

Empress Niohuru, a kind and benevolent woman, didn't suspect Cixi's ulterior motives

and said, "Your Majesty's actions are indeed wrong. I will speak to him about this." Cixi, upon hearing this, almost

laughed.

However, when the Empress met the Emperor, she kindly said,

"

The deed is done. As the ruler of the country, you cannot abandon someone you started with. Therefore, we should bring that woman back to the palace and bestow upon her the title of concubine after she gives birth. However, this matter has already greatly damaged Your Majesty's reputation. I hope Your Majesty will be more restrained in the future to avoid

being ridiculed by the people."

Faced with these righteous and stern words, Emperor Xianfeng was displeased but had no reason to refuse and could only agree

.

Empress Dowager Cixi, upon hearing this outcome, exclaimed in her heart, "This is bad!" and became increasingly depressed and gloomy.

Fortunately, Li Zi gave her a suggestion and secretly poisoned Cao the widow's food to cause her to miscarry.

Many people did not believe that the usually healthy Cao the widow would miscarry, especially

Emperor Xianfeng , who suspected that Empress Dowager Cixi was behind it, but he had not found any evidence.

From then on, Emperor Xianfeng no longer trusted Empress Dowager Cixi. Aside from the miscarriage of Widow Cao, the reason was that

after Cixi took control of the "Tongxiaotang Seal" and was responsible for approving memorials and imperial edicts, her ambition to seize power gradually became apparent. In particular,

her wit and decisiveness frightened Emperor Xianfeng. He felt that such a woman would be a scourge, yet he

dared not take any action to refute her.

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