A Brief Chronicle of Events in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: The Assassination of the King of Qin (Simplified Chinese)

The stream was still cold, bone-chillingly cold; the sun remained bright, blindingly bright. I sat quietly on

the bank, the air filled with the scent of earth, my heart as always, empty and desolate, filled only with a sense of helplessness.

Nature seems to have its own course, and as long as one follows the rules, everything will be fine. The stream flowed along the bank, the sun rose

in the east and set in the west, the mountains stretched majestically, the grass and trees flourished and withered with the passing years…

There are exceptions, though. I wanted to escape, to escape my predetermined fate…

*** *** *** ***

“Old man, we’ve searched so hard for you, hiding in such a remote corner, it took us so much effort!”

Opening my eyes, I saw only a dense mass of black figures reflected in the stream. “Quite a few people have come this time,

are you really not giving up?” The gray-clad old man reflected in the water spoke, his voice hoarse and slow, dry like

a millstone unused for years.

So this is how old I've become. My temples are gray, my forehead etched with the lines of time. The only sign

of life is the still-burning light in my eyes.

"Still won't give up that sword? What's the point!"

"Old man, this is exactly what we wanted to say!"

It's that sword again, that sword again… "Alright, catch."

I flicked my wrist, and a sword case flew forward, short enough to hold only a dagger. "Thud!"

It landed on the ground. The men in black initially stepped back, stunned, then stepped forward.

"Is this really 'Madam Xu'?" the leader said disbelievingly, muttering to himself,

"I heard this old woman is quite difficult to deal with. Why is she so willing to hand over her things so readily?"

"Why don't you open it and take a look?" I said calmly, a hint of mockery on my face.

The leader, glancing sideways, gestured with his head. A lowly soldier stepped forward, looking somewhat timid. "Go!" he commanded. The soldier

reluctantly stepped forward, mustering his courage, and drew his longsword. The tip touched the scabbard, and he paused, his

Adam's apple bobbing. For a moment, a deathly silence fell, broken only by heavy breathing.

With a whoosh, the scabbard was flung open, and a flash of cold light shot into the sky, then poured out like mercury. This dazzling

display, seemingly bewitching, was actually eerie, causing people to retreat, to feel suffocated, and to feel

the approach of darkness.

The first man, stunned, didn't react at all. There was no cry, no attempt to flee. Only silver and crimson mingled

, swirling in the air, like vibrant "peach blossoms" blooming on the grass.

He fell.

The rest of the group watched, mesmerized, unable to move. All that could be heard was the sound of wailing as one after another

fell , their wide eyes still conveying their astonishment and regret. The flying dagger represented a god of death, its cold gleam

a call to the dead.

As expected of "Madam Xu," she was bloodthirsty, never returning to her sheath until she had drunk the blood of everyone around her. I secretly admired her,

watching her fly towards me. Seeing the chilling aura and shimmering light emanating from her, the sword was already only a few steps away.

I secretly focused my energy, and beside me, grass snapped and stems cracked, swirling wildly as if someone had slashed them with a sword. It was

sword energy; I could now materialize energy and wield it as a sword. "Madam Xu" tried several times, but to

no avail , unable to enter the energy barrier. With a soft "hmm," she returned to her sheath, as if expressing her resentment

and sorrow.

There was no other way; it was time to go back, to accept my predetermined fate and face the end. Leaving the inconspicuous

stone tablet , the smooth surface was engraved with several small, already blurred characters: "Ye Nu A Yin Wei Ren Jing…, Wu…

respectfully erected."

That year, I was thirty-seven years old.

*** *** ***

233 BC.

Yandu, Ji (present-day Beijing).

Suburbs.

Unlike Linzi or Xianyang, there were no pavilions or bustling streets, only

the peaceful . Of course, there were occasional discordant noises—

"Bang, crash—" Several loud noises rang out, and several people had fallen to the ground in the street. A woman was running desperately forward. From a distance, she

appeared petite but still quite shapely. Several burly men were chasing after her, and soon they surrounded her.

"Brothers, what are you doing—" A passerby started to speak, but then stopped and walked away with his head down.

It was because the burly man at the head of the group turned around, and saw that his eyes were wide with anger, his fierce aura was intimidating, and the flesh on his face seemed

to be twitching.

"You brat, we're offering to take you home for a chat, why are you being so rude! Do we have to force you

?"

"Ah, eh—" The girl just kept shaking her head, her pretty face already deathly pale with fright.

"Can't you speak? Do I have to teach you!" But she just shook her head in terror, not saying a word, only able to

utter a few simple sounds.

"Big brother, is she mute—"

"What does that matter, this is quite interesting!" As he spoke, the leader just stared at his prey, his face

filled with barely suppressed greed, his gaze especially lingering on her high, firm breasts that even the coarse cloth couldn't cover,

swallowing the saliva that rushed to his mouth from time to time.

"Don't touch her!" It was a still somewhat childish voice.

"You're not even fully grown yet, and you want to be a hero and save the beauty?" The leader turned around and looked, just a half-grown boy,

his face still childish, but he was quite tall. "Give him a taste of his own medicine."

The boy's eyes widened in anger, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes locked on the thief and the girl. She wasn't

much , but looked at the boy with concern.

He turned back to pay attention to the burly men surrounding him, secretly calculating

the difference in strength . Three men, attack the weakest first, hmm, this one looks the thinnest, it's him.

A punch was thrown, the thin man looked at the boy's slender arm, unconcerned, and casually blocked with his hand. "Watch out

!"

With a "thud," "Ah! You brat, you cheated!" The sand from the boy's fist flew into the thin man's

eyes, and then he kicked him in the stomach, the thin man temporarily lying down.

The remaining two immediately abandoned their underestimation and focused their attention to press forward. The boy watched the burly

men , retreating, retreating, and continuing...

"Kid, you've got nowhere to go!" As he spoke, the man on the left launched a kick straight for the boy's knee. He was

quite agile, sidestepping forward, but as soon as he took a step, he was punched in the ribs by the man on the right. It hurt a lot, but he

He instinctively ducked and bumped into the man on his left, his head hitting the man's chest, causing both of them to fall to the ground...

When the boy opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a tree. He tried to twist his body, but still couldn't move.

The girl couldn't look up, nor could she look down; she was helpless, like a lamb to the slaughter. Her small hands

gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly, like a delicate orchid,

as if she might wither away at any moment. This pitiful appearance only fueled the leader's lust, and he reached out his hairy hand to grab

her breast.

"Ugh... Ugh!" The boy then realized that his mouth had been stuffed with a rag, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Just watch! You little rascal! You're free." The boy was hit in the stomach again.

With a scream, the girl instinctively backed away, but bumped into the burly man behind her. Surrounded by

the crowd , she had nowhere to escape. She could only hear the unrestrained, lewd laughter of the crowd, and the unbearable,

pungent . She was no longer in control of her own body; her hands and feet were firmly held, and she was forced to the ground. Her only

movable part, her body, writhed under the caresses of the crowd, a shameful sight, yet she was powerless to resist.

Her clothes had been torn, revealing her snow-white breasts, the pale pink nipples exuding a sweet and alluring

fragrance that made one's heart clench and throat tighten. The snow-white skin was not an overly cloying white, but rather translucent and lustrous like jade

, with clearly visible blue veins. The clothes that covered her body were already worn beyond recognition on the ground, and under the pull of

the crowd , they tore in places, the gray-black cloth only highlighting her snow-white skin.

Looking up, a few stray strands of hair fell across her smooth, delicate neck. She was no more than sixteen years old, with an oval face,

willow-leaf , and eyes already brimming with tears. Beads of sweat glistened on her small nose, and her bright red lips were tightly pressed together

. She did not yield; her body pressed against the ground, trembling slightly, her curves fully revealed. She wasn't voluptuous, but her firm, perky breasts,

her slender waist that could be encircled by one hand,

and her rounded buttocks exuded a charm no less alluring than a mature woman's. The leader, a burly man, could not restrain himself. He pulled down his trousers, his large penis

erect, and prepared to mount her, ignoring the fact that the woman's clothes were not yet fully undressed, and thrust into her forcefully.

A scream tensed, her nails digging into the hand holding her down.

"This little girl's got some nerve! What's the rush? It hasn't even officially started yet!"

"Brothers, you're having a blast, why don't I join in?" A young voice

rang out in everyone's ears. They turned around to look, but couldn't see anyone.

"Look where you're looking, I'm right here!"

A young man was already standing in the crowd. Thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall and broad-shouldered. Dressed in white. Just like a commoner.

But the smile that inadvertently appeared on his face seemed like a provocation to these people.

"Hey, pretty boy, what business is this of yours? If you know what's good for you, go cool off somewhere else!"

The girl's eyes lit up at first, then she struggled a few times, like a live fish wriggling on a chopping board.

"Don't waste your energy, save it for later, hehe!"

"Sharing is better than enjoying alone. Brothers, please do me a favor."

"You bastard, you're asking for it! Get him!" The leader waved his hand, not even pulling up his pants, thinking that his men could take him down

like crushing an ant.

Several loud thuds were heard, followed by groans all around. "How can he be so powerful!"

The leader turned around and saw the young man smiling at him, as if nothing had happened.

A sense of foreboding washed over him, but he could only muster his courage. "You... what are you going to do? I'll tell you... I, I am—"

The young man lunged forward and delivered a powerful punch, striking the leader squarely in the face. The man flew through the air and landed on the ground with a thud,

motionless, already unconscious.

The girl, seeing this, was initially overjoyed. She tried to get up, but her limbs gave way,

and she collapsed to the ground. Realizing she was naked, she could only cover her alluring chest with her hands. The young man

went over , unbuttoned his coat, draped it over her, and helped her up.

Then, he helped the boy down from the nearby tree.

"Who asked you to save me! I could have done it myself—"

"I know, kid. Anyone can talk, but real skills require practice!" The young man still smiled,

then turned and left.

"You in 'mourning clothes,' what's your name?"

He turned around and smiled slightly, "Jing Ke of Wei!" He took two more steps, "Mourning clothes? Heh."

The boy watched him leave, feeling a mixture of admiration and a little jealousy. Turning back to look at the girl, he noticed she seemed

lost in thought, and for some reason, his heart ached.

"A-Yin, A-Yin, what are you daydreaming about!"

"Who's daydreaming!"

"If you weren't daydreaming, why would you be selling things to these scoundrels? They would have sold you off." The boy's tone

was very displeased.

"And you said that if you hadn't lost yesterday's money, I wouldn't be here today. I almost got bullied

!" The girl looked aggrieved, almost bursting into tears.

"A-Yin, I'm sorry, I—"

"Never mind, I don't recognize that person from before, it was—" The girl's pretty face, which had been

pale , had turned rosy.

"So talkative now. I wonder who it was that was so scared they couldn't even speak." He didn't say this aloud.

At fourteen, I couldn't fight.

*** *** ***

Life was simple and pleasant. I'd known Ayin since childhood. She lived outside Yandu City,

relying on . Her father was an unknown smelter, doing arduous work for little reward; Ayin

spun and wove cloth, exchanging it at the market. Though not wealthy, they lived a stable life.

And me? Just a street urchin. No one to rely on, no relatives, spending my days petty theft and

begging, finding a comfortable life nonetheless.

I'll never forget that afternoon, the afternoon that changed my life. The market was bustling, filled with shouts of vendors,

haggling, the clatter of horses' hooves, and the rumble of cartwheels. Yellow sand billowed from the ground.

A little boy stood on the street, his face covered in mud, squinting at the scorching sun, his mind a jumbled mess.

It was a truly hot day.

His dark lips were as dry as cracked earth, and he kept licking them with his tongue, trying to find some

comfort , even though his mouth was long since dry. The little imp looked around, his dark eyes darting about, searching for something...

There was nothing to get his hands on to quench his thirst.

Finally, a few wisps of refreshing scent wafted through the air. The child turned his head back and forth, wrinkled his nose, locked onto

a direction, took a couple of steps, and then the scent seemed to disappear. He sniffed again, then took more small steps forward…

Before him stood a little girl, no more than seven or eight years old. The child just watched from afar, not daring

to approach ; all his former courage had vanished. The faint fragrance in the air seemed to come from the

little girl—how could that be? The child shook his head vigorously.

But looking at the little girl in front of him, the little girl who had caused his sense of smell to malfunction, the child just

stared blankly at her, his eyes wide, as if there were wisps of fog before him, unable to see clearly. The noisy

sounds of the street seemed to come from another world, and he couldn't feel the scorching heat; a cool sensation penetrated

his body through his nose, very comfortable and reassuring. Dizziness, then everything went black…

He struggled to open his eyes, as if he'd just woken from a long dream. He found his throat dry and unable to speak,

lying in a shady spot, his limbs completely weak and immobile.

“You’re awake. Are you alright?” A heavenly voice came from beside him. It was her? Yes, the same scent,

refreshing and clean. “Drink some water. You seem to have heatstroke!”

Her lips touched the warm teacup, but the liquid she drank was icy cold, bringing a sense of comfort.

“How are you? Feeling better?”

The child nodded with difficulty. She smiled happily, “Then I’m relieved!” Then she went back to tending to

her little stall. Looking at the little girl's serene demeanor,

so different from the restless, aggressive adults he usually encountered, could she be the legendary fairy?

She occasionally looked up at the little boy lying beside her. Seeing he was alright, just looking at her, she smiled

naturally . For some reason, the boy felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, his heart pounding, his whole body burning. This was

a feeling he had never experienced before.

I was eight years old when I first met Ayin.

*** *** *** ***

From then on, I stopped wandering, but life became mundane. Every day I had to accompany the old man (Ayin's father)

to forge iron. "Boy, no one will give you anything; you have to earn it with your own hands!"

The ascetic life wasn't too hard, after all, I could see Ayin every day. But before that, my arms

were constantly pulling that handle, which the old man called a bellows. What a load of rubbish bellows! I didn't feel a

bit of coolness at all; it just got hotter and hotter.

"Dinner's ready, you two!" Ayin said; it was already evening.

"How come Ayin's cooking is always so delicious!" I had stuffed my mouth full; I was starving after a long day

.

"Of course!" she said proudly.

"Wuyang, when you're hungry, everything tastes good!" the old man said with a teasing smile.

"Dad, can't you praise your daughter a little!" Ayin protested, her willow-leaf hair tied in

a small knot.

"That stupid dog next door ate all the strawberries I picked! Ah Yang, get revenge for me!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go break its legs, okay?"

"Do you think the flower wreath I made is pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Then it's yours! Haha! Don't take it off!"

His dark arms, through monotonous back-and-forth movements, gradually became stronger, wielding the blacksmith's hammer with increasing

ease. The wrinkles on the old man's face became more pronounced, and the time Ah Yin and I spent together became shorter and shorter,

completely lacking the innocent intimacy of our childhood. I remember how, every time I bullied her, she would stomp her feet and say, "

Qin Wuyang, you big jerk!"

Time flies.

I'm no longer a naughty child, especially after Ah Yin's ordeal at the market.

Every night I toss and turn, unable to sleep, my heart filled with restlessness. I turned to the side, looking at

the dark, earthen wall to my right; lay flat, looking at the dark corner of the roof above; turned to the side again… A figure appeared in my mind, a figure that had always

lingered in my heart, an indelible image, a beautiful figure rooted deep in my soul since I was eight years old.

But since seeing Ah Yin's snow-white body at the market, I realized something I hadn't noticed before.

It turned out that besides being a fairy, she was also a woman. Thinking about it, I suddenly felt so hot, my whole body burning, my

blood rushing downwards to a certain place, and I vaguely understood some things, such as

the flirtatious talk between men and women that I had overheard when I was young.

I vaguely saw Ah Yin walking towards me in a thin veil, her skin like jade, her shoulders like a knife's edge, her arms slender and smooth,

her breasts high and firm, two cherry-red points showing through the thin veil, her waist looking incredibly elastic, and her long

legs making me dizzy. An

irresistible whip her at will.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt throughout my body, and a gush of viscous fluid spurted out. My body felt completely drained, and I lay limp

on the bed, left with only emptiness, boredom, and self-reproach.

Ah Yin had changed too; she had become more feminine. But now, when she was idle, she would often stare blankly, resting her

pointed chin on her hand, lost in thought, her eyes becoming more unfocused, her face flushing and paling in turns.

But I knew she wasn't thinking of me!

Day after day, my desire grew stronger, no longer satisfied with mere fantasies, but

beginning to harbor more wicked thoughts.

In the dead of night, in the quiet little house, only soft breathing could be heard. Through the crack in the door, the cool moonlight shone

on the pillow in front of me. She lay with her back to the door, the white skin peeking out from under the pillow was alluring. Her long, black hair

cascaded down, revealing a slightly sunken curve from top to bottom. She was slender, yet not lacking in curves.

A red ribbon from her undergarment stood out alluringly against the snow-white backdrop, and the rounded, protruding buttocks made me tremble, almost causing me

to lose my balance…

After each glimpse, I could only rely on cold water to sober up. The next day, I dared not look into the eyes of the smiling Ah Yin

, and could only bury myself in training, trying to wash away my sordid memories with sweat. But it was useless; it was just a vicious

cycle .

“Wuyang, watch your hand!”

“Ah!” I froze, my hand already grabbed by the old man, almost getting hit by the hammer.

“You almost ruined yourself! You idiot! Go wash your face, what are you thinking about!”

The cold water only temporarily cooled my head; the restlessness in my heart remained. Whether in my heart or in my mind

I was physically and mentally deeply attracted to Ayin, unable to extricate myself. I knew, I was very clear; my feelings for Ayin and Ayin's

feelings for me were two different things.

From the first time we met until now, the way she looked at me had never changed, always so innocent, without a trace of

lust , treating me as a playmate, she didn't see me at all. Sooner or later she would leave me, in the arms of another man…

Whenever I thought of this, I would feel a strange anger and resentment, why!

My shamelessness, no matter how I hid it, how I concealed it, how I suppressed it, it would eventually erupt…

I could no longer endure the torment in my body, and finally, I was bewitched—I disregarded everything,

reason , morality, and emotions were all thrown to the back of my mind, there was only shameless lust… I had only one thought in my mind, to possess

Ayin, and she would never leave me.

The old man was already asleep. From Ayin's room came the faint sound of running water, each ripple stirring

my heartstrings, I walked step by step towards her door, only able to hear my own heartbeat and the soft

singing coming from inside.

Strangely, this time my hand was unusually steady. I reached for the door, touched it lightly, and found it unlocked. I couldn't help but

swallow , though my mouth was already dry. I pushed it open slightly, and just enough to see the alluring scene.

The room was shrouded in mist, and the snow-white, youthful body of a woman was clearly visible. Water droplets

slid down her seductive curves, and where her firm abdomen touched the water, a few strands of dark pubic hair were visible, concealing

her hidden, tender pink private parts.

In the misty air, her flawless skin glowed with an alluring blush, and the two peach blossoms on her face

were breathtakingly beautiful. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were bright, her teeth were white, her small nose was delicate and upturned, and her luscious red lips opened and closed from time to time

, like a devil's call, drawing me forward.

The breathing outside grew heavier, her blood and energy unable to surge any further, unable to suppress the urges within her.

I lunged in, her eyes wide, her cherry lips parted, but before she could utter a sound, my burning

lips pressed against hers. I twisted her struggling hands behind her back and pounced on her.

"Ah Yang, ugh—no!"

Ah Yin twisted her delicate body in terror, only increasing the friction and contact between our skin; all I could see was

her legs struggling. Instantly, my fiery member pressed firmly against her smooth abdomen.

Her skin was so smooth, her lips so hot, her fragrance so intoxicating. Her tongue tried to push

my domineering tongue away, this weak resistance only fueling my primal instincts.

Then I released her hands, slid down, and forcefully parted her long, firm legs. I had no heart to appreciate it,

and I thrust my large penis forward—

"Ah!" A scream rang out, "No!" I looked up and saw that A-Yin was already in tears. "

How could you do this! How could you!"

Once again, I smelled that fragrance, the fragrance I had almost forgotten...

"Dinner's ready!"

"Why did you get into a fight again!"

"You must be tired today, I made some snacks just for you, don't let Dad know. Hehe!"

"And you, why didn't you come sooner? If you were by my side, this wouldn't have happened. It's all your

fault ! Letting others bully me!"

"You're awake, are you alright?" "You're awake, are you alright?" "You're awake, are you alright?"

You're awake, are you alright? I'm really awake! Looking at A-Yin, her face streaked with tears, and the images that had flashed before my eyes

, I finally felt cold.

"A-Yin, I'm, I'm sorry, I—" Looking at her red and swollen almond eyes, I realized that I had done

something terribly wrong.

"Get out! You bastard!" She just kept sobbing, her body convulsing.

Fear and regret filled my heart. It's all over! What have I done! I've insulted Ayin, insulted by

this .

I fled in a panic, my mind filled only with her red, swollen eyes, the water stains on the floor, her painful sobs, and the deep look in her eyes when I turned back one

last time . Was it resentment, hatred, regret, or utter despair?

Should I run away? Where to go? What to do? I didn't know.

I wandered outside for most of the night, my mind a jumble of thoughts. I only knew that even if I died this time, I couldn't bring

back the innocent and lovely Ayin; and what about Grandpa? I wondered how angry he would be. His health

wasn't strong to begin with, and this blow would surely make him seriously ill…

The insects around me buzzed incessantly, and my head throbbed more and more. I don't know

how much time passed, but suddenly everything became quiet, and the little house in front of me felt strangely familiar.

It turned out that dawn had broken, and somehow, I found myself at my front door. I took a deep breath and

slammed the door shut. As soon as I entered the house, I saw the old man and Ayin at the table, and I didn't know how to react.

"I, I—just now, I, outside—"

"Come and eat quickly, it's getting cold. Going out for a walk took so long, hurry up, finish and get

to work ." The old man "scolded" me as always.

Ayin didn't say anything? I stared blankly at Ayin; her originally rosy face seemed even paler,

deathly pale. She just pursed her lips, her bright red lips looking like they were about to bleed, without responding to the old man's words, and

without looking at me.

"Um, um."

I couldn't get the words out of my mouth, even though I had a thousand words in my heart.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

The old man's words left me no time to think about anything else, and I began another day of "busyness," both physically and

mentally.

The day finally ended, and I, with aches and sweat, went

straight . Looking at her petite figure silhouetted against the firewood, I opened my mouth to say something, but my dry

lips gave up…

“Don’t say anything, just forget it!” She didn’t turn around, as if she could see me behind her. She remained completely still

as , eerily quiet.

“No, Ah Yin, I—I really was—”

“No need! I don’t want to hear it, really, forget it!” Her tone was cold.

I knew then that everything was beyond repair. Because the fault was mine, and it was unforgivable. Having desecrated

the goddess , I left in shame and anger, only saying goodbye to the old man, telling him I was going out to gain experience.

"Experience? Hmph, you don't know your place! Take this! Consider it your wages for all these years!"

The old man seemed to want to further discourage me.

But my mind was made up. Silent, I accepted the not-so-heavy money bag, knowing full well that this was

no . I bowed deeply, turned, and walked out. Outside, I casually placed the money

on the half-open windowsill.

At seventeen, I became a wanderer again.

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