The Legend of Qin: Zhao Ni

(I) During the Warring States period, if the Qin state was a mighty lion, then the Zhao state, nestled in its northeast, was like a fierce tiger.

Located east of Qin, west of Han and Wei, and north of the Hu and Mo tribes, Zhao was one of the most militarily powerful states among the Seven Warring States.
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 ambitious
rulers such as Zhao Xiangzi, Zhao Liehou, and Zhao Jinghou.

Until the reign of King Wuling of Zhao, he initiated a military uniform reform, changing the traditional long-sleeved robes and heavy helmets—which, while outwardly imposing, actually weakened
combat effectiveness—to short tunics and trousers, more agile and convenient for riding horses, similar to nomadic tribes. Although this reform greatly displeased the conservative nobles with their sense of Han cultural superiority,
this "Hu-style clothing and mounted archery" undeniably brought forth a free and unrestrained spirit.

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 the strength of the forces determines the outcome, and only the relative power of the forces can truly prevail.

In 262 BC, the Shangdang Commandery of Nanbang was fiercely attacked by the Qin state. In desperation, Nanbang used a stratagem to surrender it to the Zhao state. King Xiaocheng of Zhao, driven by greed, sent troops
to occupy it, resulting in direct conflict with Qin. Soon after, Shangdang fell, and the Zhao army retreated to Changping. Initially, the Qin army was unable to advance due to the fortified defenses of General Lian Po. 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 waning Zhao state, with the help of Lord Xinling and Lord Pingyuan, repelled the Qin army under the combined attack of Wei and Chu, averting the threat of annihilation. However, the once-powerful
state of Qin was severely weakened after the Battle of Changping, losing 400,000 able-bodied men. 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, this premature indulgence might cause their descendants to lose their indomitable 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 and marriage must go through six procedures, known as the "
Six Rites."

The first step, "Nacai," involved both parties choosing 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 request for marriage. 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 symbolized the harmony of Yin and Yang in a couple. In geese, the pairing of male and female is fixed; if one dies, the other will not seek a mate. The goose is used as a gift to symbolize
fidelity .

The "asking the name" ceremony involves the groom's family sending an envoy after the betrothal ceremony to inquire about the bride's mother's name, the bride's name, birth order, and date of birth, so that
they can divine . A goose is also given as a gift for this ceremony, and the bride's family hosts a banquet in celebration.

The "accepting the auspicious omen" ceremony involves the groom's family obtaining the bride's name and then divining at the ancestral temple to predict the marriage's success. If a favorable omen is obtained, an envoy is sent with a goose to the bride's family to announce the good news; this is called
"accepting the auspicious omen," and the marriage is officially confirmed. If the groom's family obtains an unfavorable omen at the ancestral temple, indicating the marriage will not succeed, then the "

accepting the auspicious omen" ceremony is unnecessary. The "presenting the betrothal gifts" ceremony involves sending betrothal gifts to the bride's family. After the "accepting the auspicious omen," both parties declare a formal engagement, and the groom's family presents the bride's family with black silk and leather as betrothal gifts. The "Xuan Shu Bo"
refers to five bolts of silk, one black and one light red (a bundle of silk consists of five bolts, hence "Shu Bo" can refer to quantity). Three bolts are black, and two are dark, symbolizing the balance of
Yin and Yang , thus aligning with the natural order. "Li Pi" refers to a pair of deer hides, signifying a harmonious union.

"Qing Qi" 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. " Qin Ying" 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 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 wedding ceremony. The following morning, the bride would pay respects to her parents-in-law, offering dates and chestnuts to her uncle and dried meat to her aunt, and then eat . At this point, the bride would officially become 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, Zhao Ni, through the persuasion of her cousin (King Xiaocheng of Zhao), was betrothed to the Zhao She family, one of the military factions. The groom, Zhao Ping (Zhao Tian's brother), was seventeen years old and held the rank of adjutant under General Li Mu, a rising star. 　　After the banquet that evening, 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 the bride by the hand into their bedroom. Shyly, Zhao Ni stole glances at her much taller, younger husband, and couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at the prospect of sharing joys and sorrows with him. She quickened her pace to match Zhao Ping's anxious strides. 　　The candlelight in the room glowed red, revealing the expressions of the two young women. Zhao Ni looked at her husband: his tall, upright figure, strong shoulders and arms, his resolute yet still somewhat youthful face , and his eyes filled with curiosity, anxiety, and a touch of mischief.

Zhao Ping gazed at Zhao Ni, who was so close to him. Her face was delicate and innocent, her figure perfectly proportioned, her features exquisite, and she possessed an elegant air. 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 the bride's
slender waist , his lips already eager 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 breath quickening. She waited blankly for the unknown yet imminent
outcome , the thought of being with her husband tonight filling her with both surprise and joy. Her heart pounded wildly, and 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 made her tender virgin heart tremble with trepidation.

In the darkness, a finger gently touched Zhao Ni's chin, then slowly and gently lifted it.

Zhao Ni felt her husband's breath drawing ever closer until her moist red lips were sealed by a large, slightly alcohol-smelling mouth.

(Finally… will my husband treat me gently?) The first kiss felt like the world was spinning. Had Zhao Ping's left hand not already around Zhao Ni's slender waist,
the beautiful bride might have already gone limp and lost her balance. 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 entwined and their bodies rubbing against each other. In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the poems her bridesmaids sang in front of their homes to celebrate their wedding.

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, it bears fruit. 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. This maiden is going to her

husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family! (II) "Ah! It hurts..." "Ni...Ni'er, shall we light the candles?" "Ugh...Hmm!" The bridal chamber was lit by candlelight again. It turned out that the two young women were experiencing their first time.
Zhao Ping was clumsy and reckless and couldn't get in. Zhao Ni was trembling with pain, and his penis accidentally ejaculated on the bride's snow-white belly. Zhao Ping placed two
red candles on either side of the bed, the candlelight causing Zhao Ni to shyly cover her face with her small hands.

The bride was in the early stages of her development, her body not yet fully mature, but still a naked woman. In the candlelight, Zhao Ping gazed at her
small breasts and rosy nipples, and couldn't help but let out a soft gurgling sound.

The young general moved the bride towards him, spread her long, snow-white legs, and placed them on the edge of the bed, repositioning himself. Then, standing in front of the bed, he firmly grasped his now-erect
penis and gently inserted it into Zhao Ni's pink vulva.

"Mmm..." The gradually increasing pressure made Zhao Ni's breathing heavy, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her cheeks became even hotter.

"Ah!" Still not understanding how to cherish a woman, the young general, unable to penetrate her for a long time, in desperation, inadvertently used a sprint tactic from the battlefield, attempting to break through her stubborn defenses.
With a scream from the bride, the jade stem plunged deep inside, penetrating her core without fail, taking advantage of Zhao Ni's softness and tightness.

"Ni'er... does it hurt?" Having already experienced an accidental ejaculation, the jade stem, now aroused again, paused its invasion, quietly enjoying the contracting sensation of the tight flesh walls.

"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,
thrusting into her flower without warning. Her mother had told her to respect etiquette and not to cry out, so she endured the pain and responded to Zhao Ping in a daze.

Seeing that Zhao Ni didn't react, Zhao Ping lowered his head and gently kissed the 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 of thrusting, the pain gradually transformed into waves of pleasure. Her husband's jade stem filled and pulled within her, like
cavalry , constantly dispelling any resistance. Strands of blood, mixed with surging fluid, splashed from the penetrating petals, some
trickling down her delicate buttocks, staining the white cloth a red and white mess.

Soon, the excited jade stem released a torrent of life, overflowing Zhao Ni's secret cave, making the bride tremble all over. Zhao Ni weakly embraced her husband's
sweaty body, her bright eyes still brimming with desire, seemingly still immersed in the pleasure of their lovemaking.

Although Zhao Ping had once again withdrawn, his penis remained inside Zhao Ni's warm, tender flesh, feeling a warm and pleasurable sensation, its contraction and expansion rhythmic with her breath
. Zhao Ping leaned over, gazing at Zhao Ni's fair, delicate body, glistening with fragrant sweat, her eyes half-closed as she breathed softly. His desire surged
again swelled

once more. "Mmm..." Zhao Ni, having just tasted the forbidden fruit, came to her senses, feeling her body filled again by her husband's manhood. A surge of lust rose within her as well.
She savored the shameful pleasure of the previous encounter, yet feared her husband's rough handling. She could only gaze wistfully at her husband's excited eyes, pleading with him to be gentle.

Zhao Ping gently kissed away the tear tracks on Zhao Ni's eyes before resuming his thrusts. However, thanks to his previous experience, he knew better than to be too forceful, thrusting slowly and deliberately. The blossoming of her
body and the intoxication of desire gradually aroused Zhao Ni, but under her mother's guidance, she could only utter nasal sounds and rapid breaths. For a
moment the two young women could no longer restrain themselves, and the room was filled with the passion of sharing a passionate lovemaking session.

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

After the lovemaking, the bride's pretty face showed traces of tears, her hair was wet and stuck to her temples, and her fair and delicate legs hung limply on the bed. The
white handkerchief beneath her small, round buttocks was stained with patches of blood, and from her swollen petals, nectar and thick white fluid continued to flow.

"It's bloody, it's bloody, quickly take it to show Mother..." The naive young man grabbed the crimson handkerchief, and without putting on any clothes, ran naked
out of the bridal chamber, forgetting to close the door, leaving only the naked, weak bride in the open bridal chamber.

"Husband...husband...no..." Zhao Ni, her voice barely a whisper, was utterly mortified. How could she, on her wedding night, flaunt her bridal handkerchief
and leave without a garment? She was completely naked; anyone passing through the bridal chamber could see her naked body... Zhao Ni was filled with shame and embarrassment. Having already experienced
her first time, how could a tender young woman who had never been with a man withstand this? Any movement caused excruciating pain between her legs. She couldn't get up
to find clothes to cover herself, and could only lie there helplessly, praying for her husband to return quickly and close the door.

(From now on, she would observe proper etiquette with her husband...) The helpless bride was filled with shame and anger.

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

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

(Who's screaming... Husband, when will you come back?) The anxious and disheveled bride began to feel anxious and scared.

Suddenly, a red object was thrown in from outside the open bridal chamber, tumbling and rolling to land next to the naked Zhao Ni.

"Ah!" Zhao Ni trembled and screamed in terror at the sight. The red object was a head covered in blood. Even more horrifying
, it was the head of Zhao Ping, her husband, who had just been intimate with his lover. In the flickering light of the festive red candles, a man dressed in samurai
attire, his face streaked with blood, lay dead before her.
The bride, who had been terrified, was caught off guard when a ruthless assailant boldly entered the bridal chamber. In a short time, her husband was decapitated, and the assailant
slowly approached the bed. The thought of being naked and exposed before the assailant 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; she lay helplessly on 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, was 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! Someone 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 towards her husband's bloodied head. Remembering how her husband had been cruelly beheaded, how her curled-up,
pale her wetness had been seen between her open legs, filled Zhao Ni with unbearable shame. She felt a desire to die immediately. But
even with the blood-stained blade beside her, her slender white 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 cruel, bloodstained face, made Zhao Ni
feel like a helpless 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..." The demonic hand began to grope at her ankles, then gradually moved upwards.
His thick fingers rubbed back and forth on the swollen petals, and due to the slippery fluid, they quickly slid into Zhao Ni's body.

"Ah! No... Ah..." Her chest heaved with fear and terror, her tear-filled, watery eyes filled with helplessness and shame. A slight pain,
like the gentle bite of a hungry wolf, quickly spread from her waist, numbing her back, and then rushed to her brain. The bride screamed out in agony. The thug's thick fingers moved lewdly back
and forth, cruelly prying open and closing her swollen, sensitive labia. Gradually, the movements resembled the thrusting of a penis, rubbing against her wet, slippery flesh.

"No! Ugh..." Newlywed, 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 subjected to
the unbridled assault and violation.

Zhao Ni tried desperately to escape, but to no avail, only increasing the chances of contact with the demon's hand. The lewd sounds of slapping and squelching filled the air, and the bride's
body gradually heated up, her body abnormally accepting the indecent invasion that contradicted her inner feelings. Soon, Zhao Ni, clenching her teeth, was drenched in sweat. Fine beads of sweat
began , and a torrent of fluid, mixed with red liquid, overflowed from her swollen vulva, 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 she wanted to escape the cold, lewd gaze of the thug, her hair was firmly gripped. All she could do was close her eyes, but closing them only
intensified the wanton torment, her weak resistance gradually fading away.

Zhao Ni reluctantly opened her blurry eyes, but the bloodstains across the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) and cruel face before her seemed to be soaking again with the blood of her husband,
appearing drop by drop on Zhao Ni's face. Terrified, Zhao Ni closed her eyes again, but this only intensified the lewd throbbing in her body.

Just as Zhao Ni's mind and body were beginning to crumble, the pressure suddenly subsided. Zhao Ni, in a panic and grief, 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!" Completely weak, Zhao Ni cried out in panic, tears streaming down her face again. Her carefree aristocratic life of over ten years
had never witnessed such a drastic change. The bride had never imagined that her happy marriage could be shattered in an instant. The humiliating and defiled result was mercilessly imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind,
shattering her innocent thoughts.

(He's dead... Why didn't I think of that earlier...) After being violated for so long, Zhao Ni had completely given up hope of anyone coming to her rescue. Thinking that
rather than being humiliated by the thugs in front of her husband's head, Zhao Ni decided it was 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, his mouth agape, as if he couldn't believe his fate.

(Husband... See you in the next life...) Zhao Ni stared intently at Zhao Ping,
then The pain from her tongue woke Zhao Ni. She felt a dull ache in her tongue, a sweet, metallic taste filling her mouth. She was soaked in sweat, her clothes clinging to her body
, and tears streamed down her burning face.

"Huff..." The erratic beating of her heart was like the incessant pounding of a war drum.

(Thank goodness it was just a dream, Pinglang…) Zhao Ni was still unable to shake off the terrifying nightmare and chaotic thoughts. Her hands unconsciously tightened around her clothes, trying to calm her rapid
heartbeat and panting.

Awakening from the dream, Zhao Ni was covered in sweat, her eyes still brimming with lonely tears. 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. The deep night was filled with loneliness and desolation, the only sound in the large room being her own short, shallow moans.

(How terrifying! Alas… why didn’t I die in my dream?) After 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, died 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 Battle of Beiqiang, leaving behind 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 the eldest
brother . 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 take back 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 my sister-in-law 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. Although 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 immersed in a sea of bitterness and depression. 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 the tears they shed when they met… (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 on certain nights, she would inadvertently recall
the past , reliving those heart-wrenching pains and enduring the torment of longing. If this were just a dream, she wouldn't feel sorrow and grief, but this occasional touch
of deep-seated heartache 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 eyes of the villain in her dream seemed vaguely familiar… Ah! (It was that martial artist at the banquet tonight…) After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Ni recalled her dream and remembered
the duel at the Zhao King's banquet that evening between Lian Jin, the swordsman from Wei, and the new swordsman from the Wu family. Initially, it was rumored that the new swordsman had been tricked and weakened by Marquis Zhao Mu of Julu, while Ya'er
assisted… The new swordsman's physique was stable and powerful, though his face was slightly pale. Lian Jin held the upper hand in the early and middle stages of the duel, his momentum unstoppable, but
the swordsman defended 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 on Zhao Mu, undoubtedly out of resentment towards the Marquis of Julu for his scheme against him.

But when her eyes met his piercing gaze, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. His cold gaze, coupled with his cruel
killing methods, made her feel as if she were the next victim if he stared at her… Fortunately, to settle things, her cousin (Prince Zhao) immediately betrothed Miss Wu Tingfang
to him and appointed him as a military guard (one of the ten deputies under the commander of the Imperial Guard, responsible for protecting the monarch).

(But that gaze was truly terrifying; no wonder I had nightmares tonight. That swordsman's name seemed to be something like Xiang… No!

Don't think about him anymore…) Every time she thought of that swordsman, Zhao Ni involuntarily recalled the scene of him teasing and playing with her in her dream. Embarrassed, she shook her head frantically, trying to banish
the unpleasant feeling from her mind.

The autumn chill dried her sweat quickly, and the wrinkled clothes clung uncomfortably to her body. Zhao Ni got out of bed and groped her way to the wardrobe to change into another set of clothes,
but the strange, tingling sensation between her legs lingered.

Zhao Ni slowly removed her thin clothes, revealing a pale glow in the dark room. Although she had given birth to Xiao Pan, Zhao Ni's body remained unchanged, and she was no longer the naive young woman she was at
her wedding . Naked, she stood tall and graceful, her body alabaster white, her delicate, fair hands, her smooth, firm breasts, her slender waist, and
her long, snow-white legs all exquisitely beautiful.

She was in the prime of her life, a woman in full bloom, truly breathtakingly beautiful. Her vulva was lightly veiled, white, and hairless—a natural "white tiger" (a term used to describe a woman who is naturally celibate). The labia
were tightly closed, with traces of what she could tell was either lingering comfort from a dream or dampness from sweat, like morning dew clinging to tender green leaves, alluring and captivating.

(Only her husband could touch this body…) Remembering the dazed look in her husband's eyes when he first saw her body by candlelight, Zhao Ni's body twitched involuntarily
. It was October, and the cool autumn air made Zhao Ni's breasts stand out. Shyly, she covered them with her soft hands, but
the touch of her smooth arms on them brought a strange pleasure, a tingling, numbing 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 made her thoughts and senses more acute. Zhao Ni had never tried...
Having experienced this shameful sensation, she couldn't help but tentatively wriggle her snow-white arms, sliding and swaying, before boldly using her slender, jade-like fingers to gently pinch the red nipples on her breasts.
The movements changed from gentle to rapid, the speed of her teasing and swirling increasing, the pleasure gradually invading her body and mind.

Zhao Ni felt her pretty face begin to blush, her starry eyes begin to blur, her cherry lips half-open, panting softly. Soon, hot nectar from within her petals flowed down, running over her
trembling, snow-white thighs, which were covered in goosebumps in the autumn chill… After hastily changing her clothes, Zhao Ni shyly groped her way back to the bed in the dark.

In the pitch-black and silent night, Zhao Ni recalled her bold actions and felt a surge of lust, her face flushed red, remaining silent. Zhao Ni stole glances around, her heart
pounding She couldn't resist undressing again, an indescribable timidity causing her to lie on her back by the bed, spreading her white thighs wide, while using
a corner of her newly changed clothes to cover her private parts.

(Covering it with the hem of her clothes would mean it's not really that kind of thing...) Zhao Ni tried to explain herself guiltily. After all, she was born into a noble family, and the Zhou Dynasty had many etiquette rules. Long-term
female virtues and etiquette suppressed women's desires, and this tacit influence even made self-consolation feel sinful.

(Wait, what does my husband look like...) Having been a widow for nearly ten years, Zhao Ping's appearance had become blurry in Zhao Ni's mind. Apart from a vague image in her dreams, all she
could still remember now was the boy's mischievous and cunning eyes.

Zhao Ni began to slowly caress and stroke through the hem of her clothes, intending to recall the memories of her intimacy with her husband. As she stroked, a warm, sticky fluid
flowed completely soaking the hem of her clothes. She could even clearly feel the outline of the petals. Her body became excited again, and her fair, slender legs stretched straighter and
higher, her beautiful toes curling and gripping tightly as the wet hem of her clothes was pressed deeper and deeper.

Zhao Ni shook her head in embarrassment, her damp hair clinging to her flushed face. She tried desperately to recall her husband's eyes, imagining his frenzied, reckless thrusts, and
waves of uncontrollable tingling began to wash over her… Then, in the darkness, a pair of sharp, menacing eyes gradually surfaced behind the cunning look in her husband's eyes… (No!
Don't think about it…) Zhao Ni tried her best to picture her husband, desperately trying to banish that intimidating glint from her mind, but behind his gaze, those menacing eyes grew ever larger. Her gaze ,
beginning to slowly erode her husband's cunning, intertwined with images of tender moments with Zhao Ping and the nightmare from just moments before. Under his sharp gaze, however,
a strange, continuous flow of hot, lustful fluid surged from the depths of her petals, the volume surprising even Zhao Ni. Her body, which had just been dry, was once again drenched in sweat,
beads of perspiration covering her alluring, bare breasts. Her breathing grew heavier, and Zhao Ni, at a loss, tried to escape the fierce gaze and the burning, shy feeling.

(I can't take it anymore... Ping Lang... 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 honeymoon, the stimulation of being abused, and the pleasure emanating from her lower body, all of Zhao Ni's senses became unusually aroused. She never imagined that even through her clothes, she could
stir up such a surging lust. But at the same time, that fierce and cold gaze gradually swelled and drew closer, while the boy's cunning gaze slowly succumbed to its power, gradually
being 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 abnormal desire in her body and the guilt deep in her heart left her at a loss. At this moment, she only wanted to catch
the gaze of that familiar loved one that was gradually disappearing, but the terrifying fierce light had already enveloped Zhao Ni's entire body and mind, like two ferocious dragons staring at her in the darkness, then
transforming countless dark demonic gourds that pounced on her. This image was deeply imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind.

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

[The End]

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