The Legend of Qin - Zhao Ni Chapter

The Search for Qin: Zhao Ni's Story

(Part 1)

During the Warring States period, if the Qin state was a mighty lion, then the Zhao state, nestled in its northeast, was like

a ferocious tiger.

Located east of Yan, west of Qin, south of Han and Wei, and north of the Hu and Mo tribes, Zhao was

one of the most . Its vast, rugged plains forged its broad-mindedness, and the majestic Taihang Mountains shaped its

strong and robust physique. This also led to the emergence of powerful and charismatic

rulers . Until the reign of King Wuling of Zhao, he initiated a military uniform reform movement. The long-sleeved robes and heavy helmets,

while outwardly imposing, actually weakened combat effectiveness due to the restrictive clothing. The new uniforms, like those of nomadic tribes, consisted of short tunics and trousers, allowing for agile and

convenient horseback riding. Although this reform greatly displeased the conservative nobles with their sense of Han cultural superiority, this nomadic-style clothing and mounted

archery unmistakably unleashed the wild and free spirit of the Zhao soldiers.

The State of Zhao seemed to be a natural breeding ground for generals and strategists. Generals like Zhao She, Lian Po, Li Mu, and Sima

Shang, and strategists like Lin Xiangru and Mao Sui, all brilliantly assisted Zhao in fearlessly resisting Qin's invasions.

In fact, no other state could rival the depth of the animosity between Zhao and Qin. The "Return of the Jade to

Zhao" and the "Meeting at Mianchi" gave people their first taste of a war without gunpowder, more thrilling than the battles on the battlefield.

However, in the world of war, only on the battlefield can the final victor be determined.

The balance of power between Zhao and Qin was only resolved in a single battle.

In 262 BC, the Shangdang Commandery of Nanbang was fiercely attacked by Qin. In desperation, Nanbang used a stratagem to surrender it to

Zhao. King Xiaocheng of Zhao, driven by greed, sent troops to occupy it, resulting in direct conflict with Qin. Not long after,

Shangdang fell, and the Zhao army retreated to Changping. Under the fortified defenses of General Lian Po, the Qin army initially found it difficult to advance. However, the foolish

King Xiaocheng of Zhao fell into a Qin trap, replacing the experienced and prudent Lian Po with the theoretically inept Zhao Kuo. This resulted in Zhao Kuo committing

numerous military blunders and dying on the battlefield.

Even more tragically, the 400,000 surrendered Zhao soldiers were buried alive by Qin general Bai Qi at dawn

on the desolate battlefield of Changping.

Afterwards, the weakened Zhao state, with the help of Lord Xinling and Lord Pingyuan, repelled

the Qin army , averting annihilation. However, the loss of 400,000 able-bodied men in the Battle of Changping

significantly weakened the once-powerful state. At this point, the balance of power between Qin and Zhao had shifted.

To regain its former strength and cope with the harassment from the north, Zhao continuously encouraged childbirth, and early marriage at thirteen or fourteen

was commonplace. However, for the nobles and commoners of Zhao, premature indulgence might have caused their

descendants to lose their unwavering fighting spirit and willpower.

Zhao was essentially a branch of the Zhou Dynasty, and its marriage rites followed the Zhou tradition. The rites stipulated that

betrothal weddings must go through six procedures, known as the "Six Rites." The

first step, "Nacai," involved both parties mutually selecting and accepting each other as a couple. The groom's family first had to send a matchmaker to the bride's family to

propose marriage. After receiving the bride's consent, they would present a goose as a gift and formally explain their marriage proposal. Because geese are migratory birds,

their migrations to the south and north are timed. In ancient times, men were considered Yang and women Yin, and the geese's migration followed the principles of Yin

and Yang, symbolizing the harmony of Yin and Yang in a couple. Furthermore, geese are paired; if one dies, the other will not seek a mate,

symbolizing fidelity in love.

The first step, "asking the name," involves the groom's family sending a messenger after the betrothal ceremony to inquire about the bride's mother's name, the bride's name, birth order

, and date of birth. This is done to allow the groom's family to consult the oracle about the marriage's auspiciousness upon the woman's return. A goose is presented as a gift for this purpose, and　　 the bride's family

hosts a banquet in celebration. The second step, "accepting the auspicious omen," involves the groom's family obtaining the bride's name and then consulting the oracle at their ancestral temple to predict the marriage's success. If the oracle is auspicious, a messenger with a goose 　　is sent to the bride's family to announce the good news, officially confirming the engagement. If the oracle is inauspicious, the engagement is cancelled. The third step, "presenting betrothal gifts," involves the groom's family sending the bride's family a bundle of black and red silk and other betrothal gifts. The "Xuanxun Shubo" refers to five bolts of silk, one black and one light red (a bundle of silk consists of five bolts, hence "bundle of silk" can refer to quantity). Three bolts are black and two are red, symbolizing the balance of aligning with the natural order. "Lipi" refers to a pair of deer hides, signifying a harmonious marriage. 　　"Qingqi" means that after the groom's family has chosen an auspicious wedding day, they send a messenger, still carrying geese as a gift, to seek the bride's consent . 　　"Qinying" means that on the wedding day, the groom, in a black lacquered carriage, personally goes to the bride's house to fetch her . Someone carrying candles leads the way, followed by two other carriages and a carriage prepared for the bride. Upon arrival at the bride's house, the bride, dressed in her finery, stands in the room. Her father greets her at the door and welcomes the groom inside. The groom again presents geese to the bride as a gesture of respect before leaving. The bride follows, and then the groom personally drives the carriage to invite the bride in. A designated driver then takes over the driving and continues on the road. 　　The groom then gets into his own carriage and waits outside his own house. Upon the bride's arrival, the groom escorts her into the bride's home. A feast is held, followed by the traditional rituals of sharing meat and drinking from the same cup. Sharing meat, a sacrificial offering , symbolizes the couple's equal status from this day forward. The cup is made by splitting a gourd in two , with each bride and groom holding one for drinking wine. 　　The gourd is bitter, so the wine served in it is bitter. Therefore, the cup-drinking ceremony not only symbolizes the union of husband and wife but also implies sharing joys and sorrows. After the feast, the bride and groom remove their formal attire and enter the bridal chamber. The groom personally removes the tassel from the bride's hair. The tassel is a silk cord, a token of the marriage agreement, used by the bride after engagement and removed by the groom on the wedding day. Then, the candles in the room are removed, concluding . The following morning, the bride was to pay respects to her parents-in-law, offering dates and chestnuts to her uncle and dried meat to her aunt, and then eating with them. At this point, the bride officially became a member of the groom's family. 　　However, the above six rites were mainly practiced among the aristocratic and scholar-official classes; commoners often simplified and modified them . 　　Before the Battle of Changping. 　　Today was a momentous day for Zhao Ni. With royal blood, she was betrothed to the Zhao She family, a branch of the military system, through the persuasion of her cousin (King Xiaocheng of Zhao). The groom, Zhao Ping (Zhao Tian's brother ), was seventeen years old and a lieutenant general under General Li Mu, a rising star. 　　After the evening banquet, the two completed the rituals of sharing a meal and drinking from the same cup. With everyone's blessings, they removed their wedding attire and...

Zhao Ping led his bride by the hand into their bedroom. Shyly, Zhao Ni stole glances at her much taller, younger

husband, a feeling of happiness welling up within her, a sense of shared joy and sorrow. Her small feet quickened to match Zhao Ping's

hurried pace.

The candlelight in the room illuminated the expressions of the two young women. Zhao Ni looked at her husband: his tall,

strong figure, his resolute yet still somewhat childlike face, his eyes filled with curiosity, anxiety, and a touch of mischief.

Zhao Ping, in turn, gazed at Zhao Ni, so close to him, her delicate yet innocent face, her well-proportioned figure, her

beautiful features , and her elegant demeanor. At this moment, she lowered her head shyly, her snow-white neck and trembling body

making him want to gently embrace her and comfort her.

Zhao Ping gently untied the tassel from Zhao Ni's hair, and her cloud-like hair cascaded down her fragrant shoulders like a waterfall

. The curious young man couldn't help but wrap his arms around his bride's slender waist, his lips already itching to press against her alluring red lips.

"Husband..." Zhao Ni whimpered coquettishly, her body slightly twisting in the candlelight.

"Yes...yes...I almost forgot..." Zhao Ping quickly understood the reason for his bride's slight resistance and

hurried away to extinguish the candles.

Soon, the room was pitch black. The shy Zhao Ni boldly raised her head, her breathing quickening.

She waited blankly for the unknown but imminent outcome. The thought of being with her husband tonight filled her with both

surprise and joy ; her heart pounded incessantly. The erotic pictures her mother had shown her the night before vaguely

surfaced in her mind.

(Were there really so many positions?) This first encounter in fourteen years filled her tender virgin heart with trepidation

.

In the pitch-black space, a finger gently touched Zhao Ni's chin, then slowly and gently lifted

it.

Zhao Ni felt her husband's breath getting closer and closer, until

her mouth.

(Finally... will my husband treat me gently?)

The first kiss felt like the world was spinning. If Zhao Ping's left hand hadn't already reached around Zhao Ni's slender waist, the beautiful

bride might have already gone limp and couldn't stand. Zhao Ni couldn't help but wrap her soft hands around her husband's strong body, enjoying the intense feeling of

their lips and tongues intertwining and their bodies rubbing against each other. Involuntarily,

the poems her bridesmaids sang to celebrate her wedding day echoed in her mind.

"Peach Blossom" (Zhou Nan):

The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family! The peach tree is young and tender, its fruit is abundant. This maiden is going to her husband's home

, may she bring harmony to her family! The peach tree is young and tender, its leaves are lush and green. "May the daughter be blessed with a good family!"

(II)

"Ah! It hurts..."

"Ni...Ni'er, shall we light the candles?"

"Mmm...Mmm!"

The bridal chamber was lit by candlelight again. It turned out that the two young women were experiencing their first time. Zhao Ping, in his clumsy and reckless manner, could

not enter properly, leaving Zhao Ni trembling in pain. The young man, caught off guard, ejaculated on the bride's snow-white belly. Zhao Ping placed

two red candles on either side of the bed. The candlelight made Zhao Ni cover her face with her small hands in embarrassment. The bride was just

beginning to blossom, her body not yet full and mature, but still a naked female body. Zhao Ping gazed

at her small breasts and rosy nipples in the candlelight, and couldn't help but let out a soft gurgling sound.

The young man moved the bride towards himself, spread her long, snow-white legs and placed them on the edge of the bed,

then stood in front of the bed, tightly grasped his newly erect jade stem, and gently inserted it into Zhao Ni's pink flesh.

"Ugh..." The gradually approaching force made Zhao Ni's breathing heavy, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her cheeks

became even hotter.

"Ah!" The young general, still unaware of the importance of tenderness, was frustrated by his inability to break through and inadvertently used a sprint

tactic from the battlefield, attempting to break through her stubborn defenses. With a scream from the bride, the jade stem had already penetrated deeply, completely

entering her core area, taking advantage of Zhao Ni's softness and tightness.

"Ni'er... does it hurt?" Because of the accidental ejaculation, the jade stem, excited again, temporarily slowed its

invasion , quietly enjoying the feeling of the tight flesh walls contracting.

"Mmm..." Zhao Ni's cheeks were flushed. Although she knew from her mother that the first time would be

less painful, she hadn't expected her husband to be so reckless, penetrating her flower without warning. However, her mother had told her to respect

etiquette and not to make random noises, so she endured the pain and responded to Zhao Ping in a daze.

Seeing that Zhao Ni didn't react much, Zhao Ping lowered his head and gently kissed his bride before beginning to thrust with his waist. A series of

soft breaths and snoring sounds filled the air, causing Zhao Ni to purse her red lips, furrow her brows, and grip

the bed tightly with both hands, enduring wave after wave of pain between her legs. However, after a while, the pain gradually transformed

into waves of pleasure. Her husband's jade stem filled and pulled inside her continuously, like cavalry

charging , constantly dispelling any resistance. Strands of blood mixed with surging fluid

splashed from the penetrating petals, some flowing down her delicate buttocks, staining the white cloth red and white.

Soon, the excited jade stem released a large amount of life, overflowing Zhao Ni's secret cave, making the bride

tremble all over. Zhao Ni weakly embraced her husband's sweat-drenched body, her bright eyes still glazed over, seemingly still

lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Although Zhao Ping had withdrawn again, his penis remained inside Zhao Ni's warm, tender flesh, feeling a pleasant warmth

that resonated with her breaths. Looking down at Zhao Ni's fair, delicate body

, glistening with fragrant sweat, her eyes half-closed as she breathed softly, Zhao Ping's desire surged again, and his penis

swelled .

"Mmm..." Having just tasted the forbidden fruit, Zhao Ni had only just come to her senses, feeling her body filled again by her husband's penis .

A surge of lust rose within her, both savoring the shameful pleasure of their earlier encounter and fearing her husband's reckless advances. She could

only gaze wistfully at her husband's excited eyes, pleading with him to be gentle and considerate.

After gently kissing the tear stains at the corners of Zhao Ni's eyes, Zhao Ping began thrusting again. However, thanks to his previous experience, he knew how to

control thrusting slowly and gently. The blossoming of her body and the intoxication of desire gradually aroused Zhao Ni as well

, but due to her mother's instructions, she could only emit nasal sounds and rapid breaths. For a moment, the two young women

couldn't restrain themselves, and the room was filled with the passion of their lovemaking.

In the bright candlelight, her limbs, tightly entwined with Zhao Ping, appeared even whiter and more alluring.

After their lovemaking, the bride's pretty face showed traces of tears, her hair was damp and stuck to her sides, and her fair, delicate legs lay limply apart.

Hanging by the bed, the white handkerchief beneath her small, rounded buttocks was stained with patches of blood, and from her swollen petals,

nectar and thick white fluid continued to trickle.

"It's bleeding! It's bleeding! Quickly, take it to Mother..." The naive young general snatched the

crimson handkerchief, and without even putting on clothes, ran naked out of the bridal chamber, forgetting to close the door, leaving

the naked, weak bride in the open room.

"Husband...husband...no..." Zhao Ni, her voice barely a whisper, was utterly humiliated. How could she, on her wedding

night flaunt her bride's handkerchief, without even putting on clothes...and being completely naked,

anyone passing by the bridal chamber could see her body... Zhao Ni was incredibly shy and embarrassed. Having already experienced her

first time, how could a tender young girl who had never been with men withstand such pain? Any movement caused

excruciating pain between her legs, and she couldn't get up to find clothes to cover herself. She could only lie there helplessly, praying for her husband to return soon and

close the door .

(From now on, she would be mindful of propriety with her husband…) The helpless bride was both ashamed and angry.

"Ah…" A piercing scream echoed through the dark night.

(!?) Zhao Ni's heart skipped a beat.

(Who's screaming… Husband, when will you return?) The anxious and disheveled bride began to

feel anxious and afraid.

Suddenly, a red object was thrown in from outside the open bridal chamber, tumbling and landing beside the naked Zhao

Ni.

"Ah!" Zhao Ni trembled and screamed in terror at the sight. The red object was

a blood-soaked head, and even more horrifyingly, it was

the head of her husband, Zhao Ping, who had just been intimate with her.

In the flickering light of the festive red candles, a man dressed in samurai attire, his

face blood-stained sword.

The bride, who had been terrified, was caught off guard by the audacity of this intruder entering the bridal chamber. In such a short

time, her husband was decapitated, and the assailant was slowly approaching the bed. The thought of being naked

before this scoundrel filled Zhao Ni with a desperate urge to find clothes to cover herself. The slightest movement of her body

sent a sharp pain through the tender flesh where they had just been joined, rendering her immobile. Tears welled in her eyes with shame and fear as

she lay the bed, her soft, white legs trembling slightly, like a frightened, delicate lamb

awaiting slaughter.

"You...you...don't come any closer...husband...help me!"

(III)

Seeing the assailant approaching, his cold face, distorted by the four horizontal streaks of blood, became even more ferocious. He remained silent

, the heavy atmosphere even more terrifying, sweeping away the joy in the bridal chamber. The bride, terrified, wanted to

scream , but her body was too weak; besides feeling cold sweat and goosebumps all over, she cried out.

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, help!...Help!...Waaah..." Her weak, sorrowful cries for help

gradually turned into sobs. She never imagined that her joyous first night would turn into a blood-soaked hell.

"Clang!" A blood-stained longsword suddenly plunged beside Zhao Ping's head, causing Zhao Ni's delicate body to shudder

violently. A soft dripping sound came from under the bed.

The bride trembled and turned her head to one side, unfortunately turning towards her husband's bloodied head. Remembering her husband's

cruel decapitation, her own curled-up, fair body being stared at in humiliation, and

the fact that her wetness was visible between her open legs, filled Zhao Ni with unbearable shame, making her wish she could die immediately. But even with the blood-stained blade

beside her , her slender, pale wrists were too weak to lift, let alone place them against her delicate neck.

"Ah! No…don't…" The trembling bride saw the assailant so close, his cold, hard male body

casting an evil shadow in the candlelight, his chilling, stern black eyes flashing with a cold light. Zhao Ni realized

her impending doom and tried to get up despite the pain between her legs, but quickly collapsed back onto the bed.

The assailant hadn't uttered a single word since entering the room. His unpredictable and eerie demeanor left the bride bewildered. The profound

silence, coupled with the cruelty of his bloodied face, made Zhao Ni feel as helpless as a sacrifice awaiting slaughter.

The assailant used his knees to spread open the newly widowed's snow-white, drooping thighs, staring intently at

the swollen entrance at the end of her thighs, still stained with red and white fluid.

"Zhao... I can give you money... No! Let me go... No... Ah!..."

His demonic hands began to grope at her ankles, then gradually moved upwards. His thick fingers

rubbed back and , and due to the slippery fluid, they quickly slid into Zhao Ni's body.

"Ah! No... Ah..." Her breasts heaved with fear and terror, her tear-filled

eyes filled with helplessness and shame. A slight pain, like the gentle bite of a hungry wolf, quickly spread from her limbs, through her back, and

into her brain. The bride cried out in agony. The thug's thick fingers moved lewdly in and out

, cruelly prying open, manipulating, and closing her swollen, sensitive labia. Gradually, the movements resembled the thrusting of a penis,

rubbing against her wet, slippery flesh.

"No! Ugh..."

Newlyweds, her husband was already decapitated, and she was being violated by a stranger next to his head. Zhao

Ni felt as if she had fallen into an abyss from which she could not escape.

While the thug used his thick, broken fingers to manipulate her labia and the depths of her flesh, he grabbed the terrified bride's hair

and twisted her towards him, coldly enjoying the pain on her face as she was relentlessly assaulted and violated.

Zhao Ni tried desperately to escape, but to no avail, only increasing her chances of contact with the demonic hand.

The lewd sounds of splashing and smacking filled the air. The bride's delicate body gradually heated up, and her body unusually accepted the indecent

assault that contradicted her inner desires. Soon, Zhao Ni, clenching her teeth, was drenched in sweat.

Fine , and a torrent of vaginal fluid overflowed from her swollen vulva, mixing with the red liquid and soaking the bed.

The bride sobbed helplessly, occasionally letting out a few mournful cries. Her glistening breasts and fair

waist trembled helplessly, revealing humiliation and shame. Although the bride wanted to escape the cold, lewd gaze of the thug, her hair

was firmly grasped. All she could do was close her eyes tightly, but closing them only intensified the wanton

churning within her body, and her weak resistance gradually faded away. Zhao Ni reluctantly opened her blurry eyes, but

the bloodstains crisscrossing the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face before her seemed to be soaked again with what appeared to be her husband's blood, drop by drop.

Silky drops appeared on Zhao Ni's face, causing her to close her eyes tightly again in horror. But this only

intensified .

Just as Zhao Ni's mind and body were beginning to crumble, the pressure suddenly subsided. Zhao Ni,

flustered and grief-stricken, opened her blurry eyes, her lips trembling. The assailant had simply stood up, loosened his belt, and slowly pulled down his black

trousers.

"No...no...wait!"

Zhao Ni cried out in panic, her body utterly exhausted. Tears streamed down her face once more. Her carefree

aristocratic life of over ten years had never witnessed such a drastic change. The bride had never imagined that her perfect marriage could be shattered in an instant.

The humiliating rape was now mercilessly imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind, shattering her innocent thoughts.

(Die...why didn't I think of that before...?) After being violated for so long, Zhao Ni had

completely given up hope of anyone coming to her rescue. Zhao Ni thought that rather than be humiliated by the thugs in front of her husband's head, 　　it would be better

to end her own life to avoid being raped. Zhao Ni looked at her husband's bloodied head with tears in her eyes. She saw Zhao Ping's eyes wide open and his mouth agape, as if he could not believe his fate. 　　(Husband...see you in the next life...) Zhao Ni stared deeply at Zhao Ping, and then used her last bit of strength to bite her tongue... 　　(IV) 　　"Huff...huff..." The pain from her tongue woke Zhao Ni up. She felt a dull pain , and a sweet, fishy taste filled her mouth. She was soaked in sweat, her clothes sticking to her body . Tears streamed down her burning face. 　　"Huff..." The erratic heartbeat was like the incessant beating of war drums. 　　(Thank goodness it was just a dream, Ping Lang...) Zhao Ni still could not shake off the terrifying nightmare and chaotic thoughts. Her hands unconsciously tightened her clothes, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat and panting. 　　Awakening from a nightmare, Zhao Ni was drenched in sweat, her eyes still brimming with tears of desolation. She gently wiped away the tears with her slender hands, licking the blood with her tongue. Looking around, the bedroom was pitch black and deathly silent, filled with loneliness and desolation. Only her own short, labored moans echoed in the vast room. 　　(How terrifying! Alas… why couldn't I die in my dream?) 　　Upon waking, Zhao Ni's thoughts returned to reality. "I… have lived for twenty-seven years. The second daughter-in-law of the Zhao She family. My maternal uncle, Zhao Tian, perished in the Battle of Changping, leaving behind my sister-in-law, Zhao Ya, without children. My husband, Zhao Ping, died in battle alongside General Li Mu in the Northern Expedition, leaving only me and Pan'er." Before the Battle of Changping, most people were pessimistic about the eldest brother's chances. Even his mother (whose father had already passed away) advised his cousin (King Zhao) against letting brother lead the army in place of General Lian. However, his cousin insisted on his own way. Later... after Zhao was defeated at the Battle of Changping, because his mother had spoken up against it earlier, his cousin spared the extermination of the Zhao family and did not reclaim the rewards and goods that the eldest brother had requested. 　　Seeing this, his mother dared not touch the wound of King Xiaocheng of Zhao. Before her death, she instructed that 60% of the harvest from the rented fields should be donated to the Zhao treasury. Even so, the remaining 40% was enough to support all the Zhao family members and servants. 　　However, the once-great Zhao family was now left with only the eldest sister-in-law, myself, and Pan'er, these orphans and widows. Ya'er was restless, but because she was her cousin Bao Jian's younger sister, no one could control her. She also spent most of her time in her own residence. So, in reality, only myself and little Pan'er remained in the Zhao family. But Pan'er... 　　(Alas! Husband... if only you were still here...) 　　In the dead of night, alone in the empty room, with the worries of the family on her mind, how could Zhao Ni find peace? And when she woke up in the dead of night, her sorrowful thoughts flooded in like a torrent. Zhao Ni gently rested her chin on her hand, recalling the days she spent with her husband. She remembered the awkwardness of their first night together, the madness of a certain night after their marriage. Thinking back , she was stunned for a long time. Though their time together was short, the lingering memories grew more beautiful with each passing year. These memories contained sweetness, but also so much sorrow and longing… 　　The courtyard was deep and cool, and the lonely room seemed especially desolate in the darkness, making her feel even more forlorn. Zhao Ni was deeply depressed, trapped in a sea of bitterness. She thought of the Qixi Festival, when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl would meet once a year on the Magpie Bridge across the Milky Way. If it rained that night, it would be their tears at their reunion… 　　(They could still meet once a year, but she and Pinglang were forever separated by death…) 　　"Sigh!" Zhao Ni sighed softly. Sometimes, on certain days, sometimes at certain nights, she would inadvertently recall past events , reliving those heart-wrenching pains and enduring the torment of unrequited love. If this were just a dream, she wouldn't feel sorrow and grief, but these occasional touches on the depths of her heart left her physically and mentally exhausted. Life seemed filled with contradictions and helplessness, yet powerless to defy fate, she could only silently accept it. 　　The Battle of Changping had indeed severely weakened the Zhao Kingdom, breaking the hearts of countless Zhao women and mothers, and Zhao Ni was merely one of the unfortunate victims. 　　(The thug's eyes in the dream seemed familiar... Ah! It was that martial artist from the banquet tonight...) 　　After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Ni recalled the banquet held by King Zhao tonight, where the swordsman Lian Jin and the new swordsman from the Wu family had dueled. Initially, it was rumored that the new swordsman had been tricked by Marquis Zhao Mu of Julu to wear down his strength, while Ya'er had assisted him... The new swordsman's physique was stable and powerful, though his face was slightly pale. In the early and middle stages of the duel, Lian Jin held the upper hand, his momentum unstoppable, but the swordsman defended himself flawlessly. Just when everyone thought the novice swordsman was doomed, he suddenly roared and switched from defense to offense, overwhelming Lian Jin with a devastating attack . Lian Jin was caught off guard and quickly routed. With a deep, deafening clang, the outcome was decided. The swordsman pressed his advantage and, amidst gasps of shock, pierced Lian Jin's chest with his sword (which seemed to be made of black wood). Then, with his left hand gripping the dying man's neck, he discarded the sword in his right hand and pulled out a bloody heart from the ripped chest. Right before Lian Jin's eyes, he crushed it. Just like that, a life that had been alive just moments before vanished. 　　The new swordsman wiped his bloodied face from left to right, leaving four bright red streaks. He then swept his fierce gaze across the guests, his expression savage and menacing. The boisterous cheers quickly turned to utter silence. Those whose eyes met his were terrified by his cold, stern gaze, lowering their heads in fear, unable to meet his eyes . The swordsman had also glanced at him, but in his confused state, having never witnessed such cruelty, he was momentarily at a loss for words and met his gaze. Fortunately, his gaze remained fixed only on Zhao Mu, undoubtedly filled with hatred.

The reason was that the Marquis of Julu had plotted against him.

But when she met his sharp gaze, her heart began to

pound That cold gaze, coupled with his cruel killing methods, made her feel as if she would be

the next victim if he stared at her... Fortunately, her cousin (King Zhao) immediately betrothed Miss Wu Tingfang to him to settle things,

and at the same time appointed him as a military guard (one of the ten deputies under the commander of the imperial guards, responsible for protecting the king).

(However, that gaze was truly terrifying. No wonder I had nightmares tonight. That swordsman seemed to be called Xiang something...

No! Don't think about him anymore...)

Every time she thought of that swordsman, Zhao Ni would inadvertently recall the scene of him teasing and playing with her in her dream. In embarrassment, she tried hard

to shake her head, trying to banish the unpleasant feeling from her mind.

The autumn chill dried her sweat quickly, and the wrinkled clothes clung uncomfortably to her delicate body. Zhao Ni got out of bed and

groped way to the wardrobe to change into another set of clothes, but the strange, tingling sensation between her legs lingered.

Slowly, Zhao Ni removed her thin clothes, revealing a pale glow in the dark room. Although she had given birth to Xiao Pan,

Zhao Ni's body hadn't changed. She was no longer the naive young woman she was at her wedding.

Naked graceful, her body alabaster white, her delicate, fair hands, her smooth, firm breasts, her slender waist,

and her long, snow-white legs—the very prime of a woman's life, a flower in full bloom, truly breathtakingly beautiful.

Her vulva was lightly veiled, white, and hairless; she was naturally a "white tiger" (a term for a woman with naturally white vulva). The two labia were tightly closed, with a lingering

dampness, whether from a dream or from sweat, like morning dew clinging to tender green leaves, full of allure

and captivating charm.

(Only her husband could touch this body...)

Recalling the dazed look in her husband's eyes when he first saw her body by candlelight, Zhao Ni's body and mind twitched involuntarily

. It was already October, and the cool autumn weather made Zhao Ni's breasts stand erect. Reacting shyly, Zhao Ni

covered them with her soft hands, but the touch of her smooth arms brought a strange pleasure, a tingling and numb

sensation quickly spreading throughout her body, pulling at the strange feeling between her thighs.

In the quiet, dark room, only a faint, silken moonlight filtered through the window. The darkness

heightened her senses and awareness. Zhao Ni had never experienced such a shameful sensation before. She tentatively and gently moved her snow-white

arms, sliding and wriggling, before boldly using her slender, jade-like fingers to lightly pinch the nipples on her breasts. The movements

shifted from gentle to rapid, the teasing and swirling becoming increasingly swift, pleasure gradually encroaching upon her body and soul. Zhao Ni

felt her pretty face begin to flush, her starry eyes begin to blur, her lips parted slightly as she breathed softly. Soon, hot,

lustful , running down her trembling, snow-white thighs, which were covered in goosebumps from the autumn chill…

After hastily changing her clothes, Zhao Ni, ashamed, groped her way back to her bed in the dark. In the deep, silent night

, recalling her bold actions, Zhao Ni was filled with arousal, her face flushed crimson, and she remained silent. Zhao Ni glanced around

, her heart pounding. She couldn't resist undressing again, an indescribable fear making her lie back on the edge of the bed, spreading

her pale thighs, while using a corner of her newly changed clothes to cover her private parts.

(Covering it with a corner of her clothes means it's not *that* kind of thing...?) Zhao Ni guiltily tried to console herself. After all, she was born

into a noble family, and the Zhou Dynasty had many strict etiquette rules. Long-term female virtues and etiquette had suppressed a woman's desires, and this

tacit influence even made self-consolation feel sinful.

(Wait, what about my husband...?) Having been a widow for nearly ten years, Zhao Ping's appearance had become blurred in Zhao Ni's mind

. Apart from a vague image in her dreams, all she could still remember was the boy's mischievous and cunning

eyes .

Zhao Ni began to slowly caress and stroke through the hem of her clothes, intending to evoke memories of her intimate moments with her husband.

As she continued, a warm, sticky fluid flowed from deep within her petals, completely soaking the hem of her clothes.

The outline of her labia could be clearly felt. Her body became aroused again, her long, slender, white legs stretching straighter and higher, her delicate

toes curling and gripping tightly as the wet hem of her clothes was pressed deeper and deeper. Zhao Ni shook her head in embarrassment, strands of wet hair clinging

to her flushed face. She tried to recall her husband's eyes, fantasizing about his wild and reckless thrusts, and

waves

a pair of sharp, fierce glints gradually emerged…

(No! Don't think about it...)

Zhao Ni tried her best to think of her husband's appearance, hoping to get rid of that fierce look in her mind as soon as possible. However,

behind her husband's gaze, the fierce eyes grew larger and larger, gradually devouring her husband's cunning gaze. Scenes of tender

moments with Zhao Ping intertwined with the nightmare from just now. Under the sharp gaze, hot nectar unexpectedly surged

from The amount was so great that even Zhao Ni was surprised. Her body, which had just dried

, was once again covered in fragrant sweat in the blink of an eye. The sweat covered her alluring bare breasts. Her breathing gradually became heavier. Zhao Ni was at a loss and

tried to get rid of this fierce gaze and the hot, shy feeling.

(No... Pinglang... Ah! Ni'er... I'm going to... rise...) Zhao Ni shyly

endured the pleasurable moans, the silence of the dark night, the intimacy of their wedding night, the stimulation of being abused, and

the pleasure emanating from her lower body made all of Zhao Ni's senses incredibly aroused. She never imagined that even through her clothes, she could be stirred up

such a surging lust. But at the same time, that fierce and cold gaze gradually swelled and approached, while the boy's cunning gaze

slowly succumbed to the fierce gaze and was gradually swallowed up and submerged...

(No... Ah! No...) Lust and eeriness rose simultaneously, her fair and alluring breasts

trembling and swaying like white waves in the darkness.

Zhao Ni pursed her cherry lips, her slender hands moving faster and faster. The unusual desire in her body and the deep guilt within her left her

disoriented . At this moment, she only wanted to quickly capture the fading gaze of her familiar loved one, but a chilling, menacing light had already enveloped

Zhao Ni's entire being. In the darkness, it seemed like two ferocious dragons staring intently at her, then transforming into countless

dark, demonic gourds lunging at her. This image was deeply imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind.

"Mmm!..." With a muffled cry, Zhao Ni finally reached her first climax under the eerie atmosphere and the shameful guilt

.

"The End"

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