Complete Biography of Shang Xiu

Biography 　　　　　of Shang Xiu Chapter One

: A Shocking Upheaval in the Ruined City – A Plan Within a Plan At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. Zhang Jiao, who called himself the "Great Teacher of Virtue," used the art of celestial books and sorcery to bewitch the people. He quickly gathered hundreds of thousands of troops and swept across eight provinces, including Qing, You, Xu, and Ji, gaining immense power. The Eastern Han Dynasty was beset by rebels on the outside and the Ten Attendants on the inside, leaving the entire Han Dynasty riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse.

In Gaoyang City of Youzhou, there lived a young man named Shang Xiu, tall and strong, with handsome eyes and thick eyebrows, a truly dignified appearance. Born into a family of military officers, he was fond of swordsmanship and archery, and especially enjoyed discussing military strategy and martial arts. He was known for his honesty and integrity. He was also known for his shrewdness and resourcefulness. He had a younger sister
named Xuan, who was born out of wedlock. The two were close from childhood, often learning swordsmanship and studying together. Xuan's mother, Shangxiu's second mother, was of Hu (non-Han) descent. She was exceptionally fair-skinned, with a high forehead, round eyes, and azure pupils; a delicate nose, small mouth, and peach-red lips. At only fourteen, she was already a renowned beauty in the city.

When Shang Xiu turned eighteen, the rebel army reached the south of Youzhou. Seeing the city's inhabitants, misled by the Yellow Turban rebels, writing the characters for "Jiazi" (甲子, the first year of the sexagenary cycle) in white clay on their doors, Shang Xiu was enraged and began to curse, directly accusing the writer of being a "traitor to the Han dynasty." He was then accused by the crowd of "blaspheming the Great Teacher of Virtue" and driven away.

The greatest contributing factor to a rebellion is the ignorance of the people; is it truly a case of everyone being drunk while he alone is sober?

Shang Xiu, filled with resentment and with nowhere to vent, had barely stepped into his house when he roared, "Bah! This scoundrel! He dares to call himself the Great Teacher of Virtue, but in reality, he's the biggest swindler in the world!" At that time, his maid Wan'er was still in the house. Seeing her young master return, she quickly removed his outer garment and sword.

In the city, besides the soldiers, only Shang Xiu was allowed to carry a sword. This was because he had once rescued the city guard's daughter from a pack of wolves outside the city. The city guard, Liu Yan, had bestowed upon him a sword and allowed him to carry it outside the city as an exception, to show his honor and to encourage him to be more vigilant against evil.

His younger sister, Shang Xuan, had just finished practicing needlework in her room. Hearing this, she gracefully stepped out of the hall, dragging her long skirt and kicking her small shoes, raising her eyebrows and saying, "You come back shouting and yelling? Do you think this is a training ground?"

Whenever Shang Xiu saw his sister, his worries vanished. He pulled her sleeve and led her to sit down at the table in the hall, sighing, "Xuan'er, you don't know this. I heard that Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang call themselves Generals of Heaven, Earth, and Man, proclaiming to the world that the Azure Heaven is dead and the Yellow Heaven..." "When the emperor is established, the Han dynasty is over, and the Great Sage will emerge. Just now I saw the people in the city responding to Zhang Jiao's summons, writing characters in white clay to indicate some auspicious time. They are clearly listening to the Yellow Turban rebels'

heretical words. Tell me, should I be angry or not?" Although Shang Xuan was only sixteen, she was quite literate, even more so than her brother. Having heard much from her father, she had some understanding of the state of the world. Upon hearing her brother's words, she chuckled softly, leaving Shang Xiu bewildered, wondering why she was laughing. At that moment, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, extremely captivating.

Shang Xuan laughed for a long time before stopping and adjusting her expression. Her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on her brother, suddenly shifted

, and she replied, "Brother, don't you always say that Xuan'er has a woman's perspective? Why do you ask again today?" Wan'er, who was pouring tea for the two of them, listened from the side and smiled, "Miss, since the young master is asking, he must have been tricked again. He can't find a confidant in the martial arts hall, so he came to you to complain."

Shang Xiu took the tea offered by Wan'er, smiled at this pretty, charming, and understanding maid, and sighed, "Wan'er understands me best." Although she was a maid, the two of them never treated her as a servant. Shang Xiu's father even intended for Wan'er to become his daughter-in-law.

Shang Xuan rested his chin on his hand and stared at Wan'er for a moment, then glanced around before saying quietly, "Then why did you ask Xuan'er when you were only talking to Wan'er?"

Shang Xiu was taken aback by his sister's displeasure when his father, Shang Zhi, rushed in from outside. He exclaimed, "Disaster! Disaster! Xiu'er, Xuan'er, come here quickly!"

The two stood up in surprise. Shang Xiu saw that his father had a decree in his hand and asked, "Father, what disaster has occurred?" Shang Xuan, who was beside him, also asked, "Has the Yellow Turban rebels arrived?"

Sweat beaded on Shang Zhi's forehead as he said, "Chen Ru, the deputy general under Zhang Jiao, is leading ten thousand troops and is approaching the walls of Gaoyang City." It was only about thirty li. This army took a sneak attack by taking a roundabout route through the mountains, and even the spies were kept in the dark for a while. Most of the people in the city had already packed their belongings and were preparing to leave. Some people in the city believed the Yellow Turbans and even advised the lord to surrender the city.

Shang Xuan looked at his brother in panic, but seeing his calm expression, his heart calmed down a little. He heard

him slowly say, " Father, although 　　　　the Yellow Turban rebels are numerous, they are still the forces of Bihe. However, we cannot confront them head-on. How about we first feign surrender and then launch a coordinated attack from within and without?" Shang Zhi knew that he was full of tricks and said, "Go on !"

********** 　　　　... These Han Dynasty officials, who were born into noble families and held honor and integrity above all else, when the city fell and the army was exhausted, didn't they all surrender like stray dogs to protect their families and wives? 　　　　What integrity, what loyalty? Human will is utterly powerless against absolute force. A group of cowardly scholars, unable to even kill a chicken, climbed to the position of city guard, yet were powerless to protect the city and its people. Such trash, I spit on them! 　　　　The city guard's forehead was smeared with the Yellow Turban general's saliva, but the humiliation did not change the panicked and contemptible expression on his face. His lips trembled as he said, "Spare me... spare me..." 　　　　He was probably just a pitiful worm, a sycophant who managed to crawl his way up in a corrupt dynasty. Thinking this, the Yellow Turban general slowly drew his sword. The cold glint of it flashed before the city guard's eyes, and the fearful minister finally dared to speak boldly like an advisor: "General, spare my life! General, spare my life!" 　　　　With a "whoosh!" the city guard's voice fell silent instantly. His armor split open and fell to the ground, revealing a bald head dripping with cold sweat. 　　　　The general laughed wildly, saying, "Where is the city guard's beautiful daughter?" The city guard, just waking from his fear, suddenly heard his daughter's sweet 　　　　, angry voice. The Yellow Turban general's expression shifted. He saw a young girl being pushed a few feet in front of him, surrounded by soldiers. She was exceptionally beautiful and alluring, and his heart stirred. 　　　　At this moment, she glared at him angrily, her two seemingly delicate feet firmly planted, refusing to kneel. She shouted, "Traitor! Let's see how long you can be so smug!" 　　　　The beauty's anger, her spirited and heroic demeanor, aroused a desire to conquer her. 　　　　The Yellow Turban general smiled contemptuously, moved closer, grabbed the girl's chin, and lifted her face to face him. He smiled and said, "In terms of courage, you far surpass your father. Unfortunately, this is not the time to test courage." He 　　　　then turned to the still-kneeling city guard and said, "I will spare the city guard's life for now. If you do not serve me obediently before I leave the city, I will first cut off his hands, then his upper arms, his shoulders… If you care about your father and yourself, you should know what to do." 　　　　********** 　　　　That night, the Yellow Turban soldiers had completely occupied the city and sent messengers to contact other Yellow Turban followers. The city garrison's residence was used as the temporary command tent for Yellow Turban General Chen Ru. 　　　　"Ugh... I'm going to be touched by that bastard again tonight..."

The young woman was Shang Xuan. The real city garrison commander and his family had already left as planned. The officials were all trusted subordinates of her father, Shang Zhi—loyal, reliable, bold, and meticulous—and thus could deceive Chen Ru.

Although Shang Xuan was unrestrained, her internal strength was restricted, rendering her powerless. If Chen Ru returned tonight and attempted to rape her, she would be like a lamb in a wolf's den, completely at his mercy. Yet, she felt no fear, for as always, she had absolute confidence in her brother Shang Xiu's plan.

She deliberately concealed her unique charm, donning various gaudy and vulgar clothes to play the role of the city garrison commander's daughter.

But before the plan succeeded, she had to feign despair and indignation, as her brother had instructed, to feign resistance and offer resistance. If she was going to act, she had to act the whole way, until the very end. This Chen Ru was Zhang Bao's trusted general, certainly not a brute like Yan Zheng or Cheng Yuanzhi. But what people fear most is not seeing their own shortcomings, and Chen Ru's weakness was lust.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Shang Xuan's shoulders trembled, showing that she was in a state of high tension and vigilance. In Chen Ru's eyes, she looked like a frightened little jade rabbit trapped in a cage, not knowing what to do.

Chen Ru showed a confident smile, a smile that contained not only the excitement of soon possessing this stunning beauty, but also the satisfaction of completing a military objective and the vengeful pleasure of seeing the Han army suffer defeat after defeat.
He hated the court, hated the treacherous officials in power, and hated everything that hindered Lord Zhang Jiao. He moved closer, grabbed Shang Xuan's shoulder, turned her body around, and stared at her with a strange light in his eyes, as if he could see through everything about her.

"May I ask, Miss, where is the City Guard's wife?"

Startled by his gaze and the unexpectedness of his words, Shang Xuan trembled slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly replied, "My mother... she's not in the city. Oh... you... you're hurting me..."
Chen Ru released her hands, his gaze still fixed on her, and smiled, "Why do you look so different from the City Guard? May I ask where your wife is from?"

Shang Xuan turned to face him, trying to remain calm, and said, "My mother is from beyond the Great Wall." As Chen Ru listened, he sat down at a table in the room, then suddenly fell silent, leaving Shang Xuan wondering what he was thinking.

Chen Ru silently looked her up and down for a long time, making her feel uneasy. Her jade-like fingers nervously twisted her sleeves, but then she heard him suddenly say, "Take it off! Take off all your clothes."

Shang Xuan's fair face was smeared with rouge, but she dared not disobey him. Well, that's how the plan was. Until the very end, she had to be loyal to the plan, otherwise it would be an even more terrible failure.

She bit her lip tightly, and her jade-like hands slowly moved to the belt that bound her slender waist. Just as she was about to pull it open, Chen Ru suddenly spoke again, saying, "Why does Miss suddenly obey me so readily? Don't you hate me to the bone?"

Shang Xuan couldn't think of a response for a moment. This man was really annoying! Humiliating her wasn't enough, he also had to play with her! Her heart clenched with anger, and she exclaimed, "You... then what exactly do you want!" Her genuine expression this time only helped to cover up Chen Ru's suspicions. As expected,

Chen Ru laughed and said, "Then please continue, Miss."

Shang Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of displaying her body, which she was always so proud of, in front of this scoundrel filled her with shame and resentment. Despite her thoughts, under his gaze, her hands obediently untied layer after layer of her silk robes, sliding down to her delicate jade feet. Inch by inch, her fair skin shone brightly in the candlelight, exuding a youthful fragrance.

Shang Xuan felt his gaze pierce her smooth, beautiful body like a knife. Her delicate shoulders and jade legs were now fully exposed. Suppressing her shyness, she closed her eyes and reached for her last piece, the small bodice, untying the silk knot. At that moment, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Her most cherished and precious body was being admired here by this despicable scoundrel, and the one who had painstakingly planned this scheme was none other than her beloved brother. Why did it have to be this way?

"Yes...if...if that was my brother..."

Shang Xuan's bright eyes opened again, but her eyeliner was covered by tears. Chen Ru's indistinct image before the candlestick seemed to transform into Shang Xiu's handsome face. At this moment, the last covering on her body slipped to the ground, revealing the entire picturesque scene of spring to Chen Ru. At this very moment, a faint smile appeared on Shang Xuan's face, a smile as beautiful as a fairy, as sweet as candied fruit, completely captivating Chen Ru's heart.

He found himself involuntarily standing up, drawn by the unprecedented beauty before him. His hands, no longer satisfied with the pleasure of his eyes, began to gently caress the smooth, soft skin, starting from her slender, curved shoulders.

His devilish hand awakened Shang Xuan from his momentary dream. He wasn't his brother; he was still that hateful bastard! Shang Xuan subconsciously withdrew her hands, as if embracing her increasingly prominent breasts to conceal the two small peach blossoms at their peaks, once again displaying the shy and charming demeanor of a young girl.

Chen Ru moved behind her, looking down at the undulating peaks embraced by her hands, feeling a burning heat in his heart. His waist was pressed tightly against the girl's round, pink buttocks, and he could almost fully feel the youthful heat emanating from her. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Let go of my hands."

At this moment, Shang Xuan wanted nothing more than to kill him to escape this shameful and humiliating situation. Hearing his words, she could only helplessly release her hands, letting his wolfish gaze sweep over her sensitive breasts. Her existing anxiety intensified, and even with her unwavering faith in Shang Xiu, she couldn't help but secretly pray that her brother would appear soon to relieve her humiliation.

Just as Shang Xuan gritted her teeth, thinking her delicate breasts were about to be roughly kneaded, Chen Ru grabbed her wrist and gave a strange command: "Knead them yourself, harder."

Shang Xuan's long, slender legs trembled uncomfortably, and even the soft, downy hair at the base of her thighs quivered slightly, like a lamb before a hungry tiger. After a quick glance at Chen Ru, she helplessly lowered her beautiful neck, the delicate silver chain around her neck dangling down. Her hands gently covered her breasts, and under the pressure of Chen Ru's gaze, her slender fingers curled and sank into her soft breasts. A tingling sensation in her chest made Shang Xuan feel unbearably embarrassed, and she closed her beautiful eyes again. Soon, she realized that her fingers were gradually gaining the strength to caress, and Chen Ru was gently biting and sucking near her ear, intensifying the tingling sensation with each touch.

This strange, pleasurable sensation threw Shang Xuan into a frenzy, her face flushing even more. She herself wondered: What was happening? How could she feel pleasure from being violated by such a villain?

In a flash of silver light, Chen Ru noticed that her delicate hands and feet were bound with thin silver chains. But what caught his attention even more were Shang Xuan's increasingly heaving breasts, which, stimulated by her own body, began to react.

"Mmm..."

Another intense tingling sensation washed over her, and Shang Xuan trembled, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Although she noticed the other man gently kneading and rubbing her slender waist and buttocks, she, being inexperienced, was powerless to resist, completely at his mercy. Chen Ru was overjoyed. His movements became even more vigorous. He deliberately allowed Shang Xuan to arouse her own desire, gradually weakening her resistance, so that she would willingly offer herself. He was just one step away from making this beautiful and refined young woman submit obediently.

A series of silver bells rang from the silver chains on Shang Xuan's body, jolting the young girl's will to defend her chastity. Shang Xuan's naked body suddenly struggled, breaking free from Chen Ru's embrace, and retreated more than ten steps, one hand covering her chest and the other covering her lower body, her breasts trembling slightly, panting heavily.

What should she do? Her brother hadn't arrived yet, but Chen Ru had already made his move. At this moment, she was in a state of utter confusion. She couldn't let Chen Ru see through her plan, yet

she was unwilling to let this bastard take advantage of her again. She had no idea how to deal with it. Chen Ru slowly moved closer, and she retreated, but unfortunately, she was completely naked. The situation was both tense and extremely embarrassing. Looking at the beautiful woman's disheveled state, Chen Ru suddenly laughed and said, "This game, though interesting, is time to end."

"What game!? You traitor… Ah!" Shang Xuan was both angry and ashamed, but then Chen Ru suddenly moved forward with lightning speed. Before she could react, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Shang

Xuan was quite agile; she rolled over, pulled the blanket up to cover herself, and glared at Chen Ru with angry and hateful eyes. This bastard, why had he suddenly become so rough?

Chen Ru coldly said, "If you won't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the penalty cup." With that, she leaped up, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and ripped it open with all her might. Shang Xuan was startled and desperately tried to pull the quilt away, but her strength was far inferior to Chen Ru's. With a "hiss," the quilt tore in two

. Ignoring her exposed body, Shang Xuan, in a fit of shame and embarrassment, kicked Chen Ru with her delicate foot. Chen Ru calmly took her slender pink foot in his palm and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be crippled, you'd better not move." He then applied slight pressure to his hand. "

Ah..." Shang Xuan cried out in pain, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowing. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, forcing her to abandon any thought of turning away. Following Chen Ru's instructions, she relaxed her entire body, her two jade-like legs now spread apart, revealing the delicate pink cleavage unique to young girls, incredibly alluring.

"That's right." Chen Ru smiled slightly, gently kneading her soft, boneless pink feet with both hands, then moving up her legs. The girl's skin was sensitive and delicate, leaving faint red marks with each gentle press, making him reluctant to let go.

Should she give up? Shang Xuan closed her eyes tightly, tears welling in her eyes. A hot, tingling sensation spread through her chest as her tender nipples were bitten and sucked. Despite the pain in her heart, her body obediently produced waves of slight pleasure. Then she felt his hands slowly move to her most private parts…

The silver chain flashed suddenly, reflecting in Shang Xuan's eyes, which were almost filled with tears. She bit her lip sharply, and with both hands, which were originally placed flat on either side, she forcefully struck Chen Ru's temples. Although she had lost her internal energy, a direct hit could still make this bastard dizzy.

But she underestimated her opponent's strength. Chen Ru snorted, grabbed her slender wrist, glanced at her coldly, and then twisted it slightly. A faint cracking sound and the girl's scream rang out simultaneously.

Chen Ru released her half-broken wrists, his hands no longer gentle as before. His rough fingers began to knead the girl's tender breasts, arbitrarily shaping them into various forms. He opened his mouth wide, leaving terrifying teeth marks, slightly oozing blood, on the two jade peaks. He said, "It seems I am too kind-hearted. Since you do not appreciate my gentleness, I will have to treat you as an ordinary prisoner."

Why hasn't my brother arrived yet? Shang Xuan's belief completely wavered. She felt waves of sharp pain in her chest telling her the cruel reality. She groaned in pain. Her body, which she had been pampered since childhood, her most cherished beautiful body, was only left to satisfy this bastard she hated. What she hated most was the way the other person treated her body so roughly, as if it contained some kind of technique, allowing her to experience a strange pleasure even amidst the pain. She could no longer see anything in front of her; her eyes were completely filled with tears.

"Spread your legs and lift them up yourself with your hands,"

Chen Ru coldly commanded. Seeing Shang Xuan biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, and not answering, Chen Ru flipped her hand, and a series of "slap slap" sounds were heard, accompanied by Shang Xuan's painful groans, as she was heavily slapped on her chest and legs, leaving behind terrible handprints.
Shang Xuan knew she was powerless to resist, and even felt fear towards Chen Ru's violence. She turned her face away, and as her tears soaked into the pillow she was lying on, she spread her beautiful legs apart, and with her arms, whose wrists had been crippled, she wrapped them around her thighs, displaying the girl's private parts. Her buttocks appeared even more rounded and full in this posture, breathtakingly beautiful.

Chen Ru kneaded Shang Xuan's exquisitely sculpted buttocks a few times with both hands. With his right hand, he used two fingers to slightly part Shang Xuan's vulva, revealing a peach-pink interior, incomparably beautiful. He glanced at Shang Xuan's pitiful face, then slowly inserted his fingers into the delicate crevice.

Shang Xuan trembled violently, feeling the foreign object penetrate her lower body, but she was powerless to resist. Watching her vulva, which she herself dared not touch, being played with at will, tears that had been drying welled up again in her reddened eyes.

This incomparably beautiful virgin body excited Chen Ru immensely. He decided to thoroughly humiliate this girl, and the first step was to arouse her. He opened his mouth wide, his wet tongue carefully licking and rubbing the delicate petals of her vulva, while his fingers moved inside, stimulating the girl's sensitive and tight flesh.

Shang Xuan had never experienced such stimulation before. Under his actions, her body trembled uncontrollably. The teasing between her legs gradually heated her body, making her feel incredibly ashamed. How could she have become aroused by this bastard's manipulation?

Chen Ru watched as drops of nectar seeped from the girl's flower palace, and her beautiful breasts began to heave. He knew that the stubborn girl's will was beginning to weaken. He withdrew his wet fingers from her jade gate and smiled lewdly, "So, Miss has a masochistic preference. Otherwise, where would all this 'water' come from? Turn around and stick your buttocks out."

Under this stimulation, Shang Xuan was covered in fragrant sweat, her mouth uttering incoherent words. Overwhelmed with shame, she was speechless, lacking even the courage to curse. Though usually clever and quick-witted, she was still young and no match for the worldly-wise Chen Ru in this situation. Finally, hurt by his blows, she turned around, her back to him as she raised her buttocks. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat; she knew what he was about to do.

"Brother..."

Shang Xuan lay on the bed, her pink buttocks raised in this shameful pose, eyes closed, teeth clenched, silently repeating the word "brother" in her heart. At that moment, a fierce shout and the sound of clashing weapons erupted outside. Flames lit up the city, and it was engulfed in battle.

Seeing the look of shock on her face, Chen Ru slowly leaned down, pressing his arm against her back, and sneered, "A mere trick, only good enough to fool a fool, but it can never deceive me, Chen Ru. I've heard there's a heroic young man in the city, named Shang Xiu. Do you know anything about him, Miss?"

Shang Xuan's heart trembled, her face drained of color. He actually knew about her brother, Shang Xiu...
Chen Ru caressed her buttocks, his expression utterly calm, and continued, "You've been waiting for him to come, haven't you? Miss Shang Xuan?"

Shang Xuan could no longer endure it, recklessly turning over, her voice trembling, "You..."

Chen Ru pressed her down onto the bed, staring at her exquisitely beautiful face, and said harshly, "My mansion..." The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without context. It seems to describe a scene of intense emotions, a sense of despair, and a feeling
of helplessness. A possible interpretation, even with these fragments, is: "Shang Xuan suddenly understood why her brother hadn't arrived, why the shouts outside the city were so deafening. She finally understood everything, with a cruel realization. In that instant, everything seemed futile, and her eyes shifted from anger and shame to grief and despair. This was the battlefield of a chaotic world, not a game of chess for children to play on paper. Even with Chen Runa's erect penis pressed against her vulva, she had no time to care."

He had known all along, yet he allowed her to perform this farcical act, subjecting her to his mockery and humiliation. Before this, she had clung to a strong hope, but ultimately, in the instant of his penetration, everything shattered into mocking fragments.

"Brother... Xuan'er is coming to keep you company..."

Shang Xuan's gaze fell once more on the silver chain in her hand, a thought rising in her mind: she would escape while preserving her virginity, she would die with her brother, and be his beloved wife in the underworld. With this desperate resolve, the blocked inner energy within her surged forth, instantly increasing her strength. She forcefully pushed off with her jade-like legs, slamming them heavily against Chen Ru's lower abdomen.

Chen Ru was astonished to realize that her inner strength had returned; her kick was powerful enough to lift his body off the ground, sending him flying upwards. Blood gushed from his mouth; he was severely injured, caught completely off guard.

What followed, however, was an even more astonishing turn of events.

"Bang!"

A corner of the tiled roof suddenly split open, and amidst the flying sand and stones, a figure flashed out, a sharp spear piercing straight into Chen Ru's head. Blood gushed out, staining the entire room with crimson blossoms.

The surrounding scenery was dreamlike, and Shang Xiu's figure seemed like a war god amidst blood-red clouds. Although Chen Ru was more intelligent than Shang Xiu, he was still no match for the spear in Shang Xiu's hand.

In a fleeting moment, Shang Xuan saw her brother's swift figure rush towards her, wrapping her naked body in a long robe, then lifting her up in one swift motion. His other hand held the spear piercing Chen Ru's head, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face as he weakly said, "Mission accomplished."

Shang Xuan noticed blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, realizing his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, including a deep, bone-revealing gash on his right arm. Blood soaked through her robe, and she stammered, "Brother… your wounds…"

Shang Xiu, seeing the marks of violence on his sister's body, felt a tender mix of love and pity in his eyes—the joy of regaining a precious treasure mixed with the guilt of being unable to save her. He softly said, "Brother is alright, don't make a sound. We'll be safe once we're out of the city. Hold on tight."

Shang Xuan tightly clung to her brother's strong neck, her heart overflowing with joy. She held on tightly, afraid of losing the most important person in her heart, the person for whom she was willing to give everything.

Everything that had frightened her in the past was gone now.

"Brother... I won't let you suffer like this again." The voice was so weak, yet it resonated powerfully in Shang Xuan's heart. These few words calmed her, allowing her to easily escape the nightmare she had just experienced.
This close physical contact seemed to connect the brother and sister's bodies and minds, making her heart pound. The excitement she felt far surpassed any seductive maneuvers Chen Ru had employed. Her brother didn't need to do anything; simply holding her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in soft gasps.

Shang Xiu carried his sister to the highest pavilion in the city and, with all his might, shouted, "Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army! Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army!" This shout was incredibly powerful, like a thunderclap, seemingly capable of suppressing the entire city of Gaoyang. Shang Xuan looked

down and realized what it meant to have a single call to arms. The Han army below immediately roared in response, while the Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos. The situation between the two armies was completely reversed thanks to the assassination miracle performed by Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan.

Suddenly, Shang Xiu felt a soft warmth on his lips; it was his sister in his arms, caught up in the moment, kissing him. Shang Xiu initially thought his sister had kissed him in a moment of excitement during the critical moment, and asked, "Xuan'er... are you not hurt?"

Shang Xuan seemed reluctant to leave her brother's arms, and whispered, "Fortunately... fortunately, brother came in time, otherwise... Xuan'er would have... would have lost her virginity to that villain..."

Upon hearing this, Shang Xiu's heart trembled, as if countless weights had been released from his chest. It was as if he had only just realized the state of his body. His gaze towards his sister suddenly became unfocused, and his body swayed precariously. Seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately jumped down, supporting the seriously injured man, and gently said, "This time, it's Xuan'er's turn to protect brother."

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Although the city was in chaos, the two could be seen waving command flags on the enemy tower, directing the battle within the city.

It is said that although Chen Ru had ordered a city-wide curfew to prevent internal strife and had prepared contingency troops, ambushing strongholds within the city, the Han army had bribed a Yellow Turban deputy general, revealing the city's layout so they could prepare a counterattack.

However, when the Han army, disguised as civilians, launched their attack, that surprise force fell into a Han army ambush and was completely annihilated, thus rendering Chen Ru's plans futile.

One of them, wearing a turban and Confucian robes, had a dignified bearing, handsome features, and a long sword at his waist. Hearing Shang Xiu's earth-shattering shout, he laughed and said, "Brother Shang Xiu truly deserves to be the number one in Youzhou. With such martial arts skills and such spirit, he will surely become a dragon or a phoenix

in the future." Another man looked down into the city and saw that the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted. The Yellow Turban soldiers were defeated like a landslide under the shifting tide. Those with weak wills had already surrendered. He said, "Xiu'er is indeed exceptional in martial arts, but if it weren't for Yuanzhi's plan within a plan, how could we have defeated Chenru and protected Gaoyang?" He was Shang Zhi. The young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was named Xu Shu. He was from Yingchuan. He had studied with Shang Xiu in his early years and later traveled around. Hearing that Gaoyang was in trouble, he came to help.

Xu Shu smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Xuan, at the tender age of sixteen, is willing to venture into the lion's den; she is a heroine of both wisdom and courage. Whoever can marry her will be blessed with immense fortune."

Shang Zhi tentatively said, "Yuanzhi is a man of great talent, and he is quite a match for Xuan..."

Xu Shu was startled, realizing his slip of the tongue, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yuanzhi is merely a scholar from Yingchuan, while Miss Xuan is naturally beautiful. Yuanzhi is by no means a suitable match for you."

After saying this, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "I heard that Yan Zheng has received General Zhang Bao's orders and led 50,000 troops directly towards the strategic cities of Youzhou." Hearing of Chen Ru's defeat, they will surely attack. Gaoyang may be difficult to defend, my lord…”

Shang Zhi turned his head, watching his own troops storm the prefect's mansion with overwhelming momentum, and calmly replied, “The city stands, the people stand; the city falls, the people die!”

Xu Shu was shocked and said, “Where there's life, there's hope! My lord…”

Shang Zhi sighed, “I am already fifty years old. What regret would I have if I died? Yuanzhi must help me take Xiu'er and Xuan'er away. The Han Dynasty is beyond saving. I advise Xiu'er to submit to a wise ruler, settle down, and find a good husband for Xuan'er.”

The Han Dynasty is beyond saving…?

Xu Shu knew that Shang Xiu was determined to leave and could not persuade him otherwise. He straightened his clothes, stood respectfully, and knelt before him, saying, "Yuanzhi kowtows on behalf of Brother Shangxiu."

Shangzhi watched this exceptionally intelligent and refined scholar kowtow three times and smiled, saying, "Yuanzhi should also strive to improve himself and think more about protecting and benefiting the people. With your wisdom and Xiu'er's abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the future."

Having said this, he waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Xu Shu performed the junior's farewell ceremony again before slowly retreating.

He did not seek to climb the social ladder, but only to display his learning!

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true man should think of upholding righteousness to protect the world and the people; what can a mere woman do?
Chen Ruzhi's death was merely the death of one of the "thirty-six factions" of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Cheng Yuanzhi, who came with his army, had already pacified the southern part of Youzhou, including cities like Gaoyang and Hejian, in less than a day. The Han army was powerless to resist, and the cities surrendered at the mere sight of them. General He Jin ordered his generals Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song, and Lu Zhi to lead troops to suppress the rebels. However, the rebel army was overwhelming, and the Han army could only adopt a defensive posture for the time being, waiting for their strength to wane.

Shang Xuan listened silently to the intelligence his brother had received and then asked, "What are your plans, brother?"

Shang Xiu had been recuperating from his injuries for nearly a month, diligently practicing spear, sword, and archery every day. His unwavering will and strong perseverance were something even Shang Xuan had never witnessed. Now, knowing his father had perished with the city, he was deeply moved by that spirit of loyalty and resolved to join the army. Wan'er, with Xu Shu's help, escaped Gaoyang and, after reuniting with the two, fled to Fanyang, finding a dilapidated house to stay in temporarily.
Although Xu Shu was quite skilled in swordsmanship, he knew that battlefield combat was not his forte; strategic planning was his true strength. After discussing it with Shang Xiu, they decided to join a powerful warlord who had troops and generals but lacked a capable strategist.

Shang Xiu slowly drew the sword given to him by his father from his waist and sighed, "I heard that Prefect Liu Yan of Youzhou is recruiting soldiers. I will go to enlist at dawn and fight on the battlefield."

Shang Xuan took her brother's hand and said softly, "Xuan'er wants to go with you." Her tone and demeanor were still like that of the little girl who loved to act cute and charming, as if she had never experienced any storms. This was exactly the kind of demeanor that Shang Xiu liked best.

Shang Xiu placed his hands on hers and said, "Xuan'er is a girl, how can she go to war?"

Shang Xuan retorted, "Xuan'er has learned swordsmanship and horsemanship, what's wrong with that?"

Shang Xiu smiled and shook his head, patting his sister's smooth face gently, and said softly, "The Yellow Turban rebels are all bark and no bite. Zhang Jiao is just a failed scholar, what knowledge does he have? Trust me, I will defeat the rebels and return in less than a year."

He added in a low voice, "More importantly, Wan'er is still young. Xuan'er must stay here obediently and protect her for her brother."

Shang Xuan's body trembled, a piercing bitterness welling up in her heart. She knew clearly that Wan'er becoming her brother's wife was gradually becoming a reality, but she could not express her feelings. Whenever she saw the two of them being intimate, she could only hide alone to the side, covering her ears and refusing to listen, so that the intense jealousy could not grow in her heart. Just as

Shang Xiu was about to persuade her to go back to bed, Shang Xuan suddenly sobbed and rushed over to hug him tightly. He sighed inwardly. His sister, accustomed to a life of luxury, was now dressed in coarse linen, her meals simple and frugal. He, on the other hand, was burdened with responsibilities and unable to stay to care for her, instead relying on her to raise Wan'er. A wave of intense guilt washed over him.

Another thing that made him feel even more guilty was his inappropriate thoughts about this beautiful sister. From childhood, every smile, every joy, every sorrow of hers had haunted his thoughts and dreams, especially since the battle of Gaoyang, when the two siblings had endured great hardship together, their bond had only grown stronger. But… the

hand that had wanted to hold his sister's slender waist reluctantly lowered, and he gently patted the back of her neck with his other hand. Was this the limit a brother could do?

Shang Xuan, however, was unwilling to let go. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow, and this might be the only chance to tell the truth.

"Brother..."

The young woman in his arms gently stepped back. To Shang Xiu's astonishment and disbelief, Shang Xuan removed her clothes. A patch of moonlight shone through the broken roof, and she stood gracefully in the moonlight, her fair skin, delicate arms and legs, her jade-like breasts and rounded buttocks displayed before her brother in her most beautiful form, her steps unpretentious.

Though completely naked, her slightly flushed, bright and beautiful eyes stared directly at her brother, containing not only affection but also courage; it seemed that a single glance could reveal the depths of her heart. That single glance felt like a thousand horses galloping through Shang Xiu's heart, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The brother and sister faced each other within five feet of each other, the surroundings so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shang Xiu took a deep breath to suppress his trembling heart, quickly moved over, and draped a long robe over his sister. He spoke softly behind her, "Xuan'er is still young; you don't quite understand the difference between brotherly and sisterly affection and romantic love."

Shang Xuan turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment. She said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er has always understood. Father is dead; must I pretend to be confused, brother?"

Shang Xiu's heart churned like a raging storm, but his face remained impassive. He forced a smile and said, "Heaven has its principles, and humanity has its fundamental relationships. Xuan'er is more educated than I am; you should understand this."

He suddenly remembered his father's dying wish: to choose a good husband for Xuan'er. But now, he harbored wicked thoughts? Especially at this crucial moment?

Besides…

Wan’er’s clear voice called from outside: “Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan. The wine is warm.”

“Disregarding morality and human ethics, deserving of divine punishment; Xuan’er, never mention this again.”

Shang Xuan heard Shang Xiu finish speaking these words indifferently, then turn his back and leave. A pang of pain shot through her heart, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away before following him.

In this generation, where else could she find someone like him besides her brother, with whom she had grown up? Even if her brother was a fool, she was certainly not a fool. But who was more capable and more trustworthy than her seemingly foolish brother?

From childhood to adulthood, his exemplary conduct among his peers, his calm and composed demeanor, and his outstanding martial arts skills had been silently built up in her young heart, becoming an unbreakable heroic image. Even though she had been surrounded by many talented young men like Xu Shu, they all paled in comparison to her brother.

She wanted no one but him.

As

the sun set and the new moon rose, the dilapidated city was shrouded in night.

The three sat around a table laden with exquisite dishes and wine, a feast for the eyes, seemingly incongruous with the humble dwelling, all the work of Wan'er's skillful hands. Wan'er, accustomed to serving, even at the table, took on the task of refilling his cup. Remembering that Shang Xiu was about to be summoned to war, both women, though preoccupied with their own thoughts, forced smiles as they toasted him in farewell.

Shang Xuan didn't mention the earlier incident, her words and expressions showing no sign of distress, which reassured Shang Xiu, who believed she had understood everything and would obediently stay with Wan'er.

That night, after his sister had fallen asleep, Shang Xiu carried Wan'er out of the house to the peach tree in front of the door. Wan'er, knowing full well what was going on, blushed and allowed him to place her beside the tree.

Shang Xiu wiped away her tears with his fingertips and smiled, "Silly girl, didn't we agree not to cry?"
But thinking that they were no longer host and guest, and that he, Shang Xiu, was Wan'er's only support, he felt a pang of sorrow even in this tender moment, considering the pain of parting forever. How much more so for Wan'er? Just

as Shang Xiu was about to speak again, Wan'er hugged him tightly, forcibly suppressing her sobs, and whimpered, "Let Wan'er serve Brother Xiu one more time." Shang Xiu remained silent, only gently stroking her increasingly graceful back and waist. He saw her delicate shoulders gradually stop trembling.

With Wan'er's yielding movement, Shang Xiu's hand untied the white, cloud-like skirt and trousers. With a lift, a garment fell to the ground, revealing the girl in his arms, delicate as snow, her beautiful eyes, slightly tearful, filled with deep affection. All his ambitions and aspirations vanished in an instant, replaced by waves of tender affection.

This is precisely the time when... (The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.)

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