The author of "Peach and Apricot Palace" is unknown.

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"Drag him down and behead him!"

A roar, like a thunderclap, sent Zhou the Cripple's soul flying. He felt weak all over, his knees buckled, and his vision went black as he almost collapsed... Four large hands forcefully grabbed his arms!

Zhou the Cripple opened his eyes and saw two warriors dragging him down the steps... "Drag him down the steps, and he'll be beheaded!" Zhou the Cripple was facing death, and in desperation, he mustered his strength and pushed the two warriors away. He turned around, limping, and ran back up the steps... The two warriors could have easily grabbed Zhou the Cripple, but they didn't... They had a good relationship with Zhou the Cripple, often drinking, gambling, and visiting prostitutes together. Now they were giving him a chance to plead for his life, to save his old life, and not to betray their friendship. As the saying goes, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!"

The two warriors, showing leniency, slowed their pace and followed Zhou the Cripple, feigning pursuit.

Zhou the Cripple ran back to the hall, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud!

"Princess, spare me!"

The princess sat high on a nanmu chair, her phoenix eyes blazing with anger, her cherry lips uttering murderous intent. It seemed she was determined to uphold her order to behead him!

"Princess, spare me!"

Zhou the Cripple knew that if he didn't seize this fleeting opportunity, his life would be over if the princess spoke again. He had to resort to a self-inflicted injury!

"Princess, spare me!"

Zhou the Cripple cried, slamming his forehead against the floor tiles!

"Bang! Bang!" He recklessly slammed his head against the tiles—once! Twice! Three times! The tiles didn't crack, but his forehead did!

Crimson blood flowed down, staining his wrinkled face!

"You audacious scoundrel, your crime deserves death!"

The princess pointed her delicate, orchid-like hand at Zhou the Cripple and cursed him. At the same time, she lifted her right foot and placed it on top of her left!

On the sole of her right shoe was a glob of thick, yellow phlegm!

This was the reason Zhou the Cripple was to be beheaded!

Zhou the Cripple was the oldest of the seventeen servants in the princess's residence. Cleaning this inner hall was Zhou the Cripple's job.

Today, whether it was due to failing eyesight or a momentary oversight, there was a glob of thick phlegm on the floor that hadn't been cleaned!

And the princess had stepped on this phlegm!

The princess was the emperor's daughter, of noble birth; how could she allow such filth to defile her?

Although the princess was young, she had a fiery temper and often sought to torment her servants for amusement. Now, with this perfect opportunity and evidence of his crime,

she simply lifted her right foot, no longer touching the ground, and ordered a maid to bring a nanmu chair, where she sat down.

"Who's in charge of cleaning this inner chamber?"

At the princess's command, the head steward of the inner palace dared not delay and immediately summoned Zhou the Cripple!

Upon seeing him, the princess was struck by Zhou the Cripple's grotesque appearance. His face was emaciated, his cheeks sunken, and he possessed a mouthful of yellow, rotten teeth.

Moreover, he was lame! "What use is such a person in this world?"

The princess, who had been hoping to use this opportunity to display her power, was instantly filled with murderous intent upon seeing the old and ugly Zhou the Cripple!

"I've exhausted all my tricks for toying with servants; only beheading remains unexperienced. Why not use him to test my skills?" Thinking this, the princess, without allowing Zhou the Cripple to speak, immediately ordered him to be taken out and beheaded!

Now, high on her laurel chair, she watched Zhou the Cripple kneeling on the ground, his face covered in blood, and felt a surge of triumph. She decided to torment him a little longer, and thus displayed the thick phlegm on her right foot to Zhou the Cripple.

Upon seeing this phlegm, Zhou the Cripple knew his life hung in the balance!

"Princess, let this servant clean you!"

Zhou the Cripple didn't hesitate, bringing his head close to the sole of the princess's shoe, sticking out his tongue, and licking the thick phlegm down his throat... The princess didn't move, seemingly enjoying this method of cleaning!

From the princess's reaction, Zhou the Cripple knew that his life had a glimmer of hope!

His tongue, like a dog's, licked the sole of the shoe incessantly... The surrounding warriors and palace maids were almost vomiting! This extremely ugly method of cleaning was truly disgusting... Yet, the princess seemed to enjoy this nauseating thing!

"Alright, death is forgivable, but punishment is unforgivable!"

The princess sneered, "Drag him away and give him fifty strokes of the cane!"

Strikes required removing trousers and exposing the bare buttocks. Naturally, it was indecent to do this in front of the princess, so two warriors took Zhou the Cripple away and locked him in the torture chamber.

The princess's words were like a royal decree; no one dared disobey. Fifty strokes, not a single one less. However, the two warriors, being friends with Zhou the Cripple, naturally held back when administering the beatings. Fifty strokes only broke the skin, making it appear bloody and mangled, but in reality, it was just the outer layer. With some medicine, he would be fine in a couple of days.

In any case, Zhou the Cripple had managed to lick his phlegm and save his life; he was already incredibly lucky.

Night fell, and countless lights

shone in the homes. Zhou the Cripple limped slowly home. Although he worked in the inner palace, a lowly servant like him wasn't entitled to live in the palace. Every night he had to go home to sleep and return to work the next morning.

The road home wasn't long, but he walked listlessly, step by step.

Red lanterns hung high in the alley.

Some heavily made-up prostitutes...

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