Phoenix Trapped in the Wutong Tree

Foreword
As the saying goes, "Without a phoenix tree, there is no way to attract a golden phoenix." Twenty years ago, the stunningly
beautiful and talented female knight-errant Hu Fenglou married into the Fu family of the Marquis of Shenliwei in the capital, a true
golden phoenix landing on a phoenix tree. However, even the phoenix tree withers and its leaves turn yellow.
Even the golden phoenix that landed on the great tree of the Marquis of Shenliwei could not escape the calamity of having its wings broken!
I. A Shocking Change in the Marquis's Mansion
An autumn night in the Marquis of Shenliwei's mansion in the capital
. The Marquis, his wife, and Prince Yu Ling sat in the living room. The atmosphere was solemn; the servants had all been dismissed, clearly indicating that something unusual was happening. The three members of the Fu family
looked grave, and a middle-aged beautiful woman knelt before them.
She was Hu Fenglou, Fu Yu Ling's wife. She was referred to as a middle-aged woman because of her attire, not
her appearance. In terms of appearance alone, she was in no way inferior to a young woman in her prime. Just like her
attire, she was breathtakingly beautiful and ethereal. From the short section of her exposed neck and her
snow-white hands, one could tell she possessed flawless skin, untouched by worldly concerns, like a celestial being
descended to earth. She exuded a captivating aura of authority,
not an affectation, but a natural, dignified grace. Her eyes, like autumn waters, were not only
filled with great wisdom but also shone with a holy light, almost too dazzling to look directly at. The middle-aged beauty's long, flowing hair
reached her waist, and she wore a close-fitting, snow-white dress, so soft and crystalline that any discerning eye could tell it
was made of the finest silk, a tribute presented annually to the imperial palace by the Jiangsu Imperial Textile Bureau.
The Fu family had always treated this daughter-in-law with utmost respect, yet today they showed no courtesy to the kneeling, celestial-like girl
, indicating that the matter was extraordinary.
The old Marquis, now in his twilight years, had a somber face and helpless eyes. Fu Yuling, over forty, contrary
to his usual gentle and caring attitude towards his wife, glared resentfully at her kneeling on the ground.
Hu Fenglou's face was pale, and even her piercing gaze revealed a hint of helplessness.
The old Marquis sighed deeply, his voice low, "Alas… Fenglou, the Fu family has wronged you. Even if it's for
Xiaoling's sake, as long as you preserve a lineage for the Fu family, we will be eternally grateful."
Hu Fenglou remained calm as ever: "Father, your daughter-in-law knows her mistake. I will take responsibility for my actions and never
implicate my husband's family…" The
Prince Yu roared in fury, "You are no longer a member of the Fu family! Don't call yourself your daughter-in-law anymore!"
Hu Fenglou raised her breathtakingly beautiful eyes, glanced apologetically at her husband, and lowered her head… First, still calm,
she said softly, "It is Yu Ling. Feng Lou is very sorry. The Fu family has been distinguished for generations, and we cannot allow it
to be ruined because of Feng Lou's momentary lapse of judgment. Xiao Ling is still my son, and I know what I should do."
After speaking, she bowed before the old Marquis and his wife, saying, "Father, Mother, please allow me to address you
both as such one last time. I am unworthy, and I forgive my inability to serve you both. Please do not worry about Feng Lou from now on."
After speaking, she resolutely stood up, moved swiftly, and flashed out the door.
The resentment on Prince Yu's face disappeared, and he suddenly cried out in a sorrowful voice, "Feng Lou, come back! I will go and beg the Emperor."
After speaking, he moved like lightning, about to fly out of the living room.
The old Marquis roared, "Yu Ling, don't be so presumptuous!"
Two men in black also blocked the doorway at the same time: "Marquis, please stop."
Prince Yu trembled, remembering the imperial edict ordering him to reflect on his actions behind closed doors. He abruptly stopped and stood at the door.
The two men in black at the door were immediately filled with admiration for Prince Yu's skillful control. They thought to themselves: Fortunately, the Marquis
and his wife are acting according to the imperial edict, otherwise, none of us would be a match for the Marquis. Looking at
Hu Fenglou, who was as beautiful as a fairy, pale-faced, yet calmly standing under the bright torchlight, they couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. Because everyone in the capital
knew that Madam Fu's skills were even higher than the Marquis's.
The other two men in black squatted down, and with two "clicks," heavy iron shackles were locked onto Hu Fenglou's slender ankles
. Then they stood up and put an iron chain around Hu Fenglou's neck, and with a "snap," a
heavy lock was fastened around Fenglou's neck. Then, the two men each grabbed one of Hu Fenglou's arms, tightly binding the chains
around them. They then twisted Hu Fenglou's arms behind her back, crossed them, and secured them with chains, finally
locking her wrists to the chain around her neck.
A burly man in black approached Ji Gang, the leader of the Blood Droplets, glanced at the furious Lord Fu,
and bowed, saying, "Lord Ji, Madam Fu—no, this woman is highly skilled in martial arts, her power is extraordinary. I'm afraid this restraint is nothing
to her."
Ji Gang glanced at Fu Yuling standing beside him: "Oh, is that so?"
Fu Yuling almost couldn't resist attacking.
At this moment, Hu Fenglou's gentle and calm voice rang out: "Lord Ji, how dare I, Fenglou, disregard the law? Since I willingly
submit to being bound, I will certainly accept the beating and punishment!"
Ji Gang had been waiting for these words from Hu Fenglou. He looked at the Jade Prince, whose fists were clenched, and coldly said,
"Since you understand the law, I am relieved." With a wave of his hand, his men dragged Hu Fenglou away, quickly heading towards the gate
.
Hu Fenglou had never suffered such humiliation in her life. With her current skill, let alone these dozen or so
men in black, even a thousand soldiers would be no match for her. But for the sake of her husband's family, she could only endure this humiliation. The iron shackles on her feet
were less than a foot long. After only a few steps, Fenglou couldn't keep up with the man in black. She stumbled,
lost her balance, and was dragged out of the mansion. One of her white satin embroidered shoes fell to the ground…
Prince Yu was heartbroken. Suppressing his impulse, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the one-armed Ji Gang outside the door: “Prince Ji, my wife
…”
Ji Gang interrupted Fu Yuling, saying, “Lord Fu, you have already written a letter of divorce. You cannot address the criminal in such a way. Furthermore,
if Your Highness wishes to plead for the criminal, I am afraid I cannot comply.”
He then walked to the entrance of the living room, knelt on one knee, and supported himself with his only right arm: “I am
acting under imperial decree. If I have offended you, please forgive me, Lord Marquis and Young Marquis.” Without waiting for the reactions of the three members of the Fu family,
he rose and strode away, his face filled with venom.
Ji Gang brought out the imperial decree, and the Shenliwei Marquis family immediately deflated. The old Marquis and his wife wept bitterly. The old
Marquis sighed repeatedly, "What a misfortune for our family! Such a calamity! What a wonderful daughter-in-law! Alas, the Fu family is finished..."
But neither the young nor the old lord knew that another pair of eyes were secretly watching everything unfold. He was
Fu Yuling and Hu Fenglou's only son, the young lord Fu Xiaoling. His eyes showed no sorrow for his mother's misfortune, no
resentment towards Ji Gang and his ilk, not even a trace of pity.
Looking at his mother tightly bound by iron chains, his tiger-like eyes were filled with wicked desire. His heart pounded wildly, his
hand pressed hard against his crotch, and he murmured, "So this is how alluring Mother is when bound. It's a pity I have no chance..."
He murmured, then suddenly turned and ran towards the backyard...
Outside the lord's mansion gate, a group of men in black held torches, and a wooden cage, about half a person's height, was parked there.
Hu Fenglou, dressed in white and missing an embroidered shoe, was dragged to the cage, the heavy shackles clanking.
Before she could think, she was shoved into the wooden cage.
In such a low cage, Hu Fenglou could only kneel inside. A wooden cangue was placed on top of the wooden cage,
binding Hu Fenglou's snow-white, jade-like neck. Under the torchlight, Hu Fenglou, bound by chains, remained elegant, showing no sign of distress
. Though pale, her face remained calm. She forcefully suppressed tears in her beautiful eyes, silently thinking,
"Guo Huai, this is probably fate, something I owe you..."
"Put a gag on the wanted criminal! Blindfold him!" Ji Gang roared viciously. He did this so that
the Fu family members inside could hear. A man in black jumped onto the cart, pinched Hu Fenglou's cheek without explanation, and shoved a
wooden stick with chains on both sides into her mouth, wedging it between her neat rows of teeth. Then,
he tightened the chains behind her neck and locked it with an iron lock. A black cloth strip was also tightly bound to Hu
Fenglou's captivating eyes.
The group of men in black then drove the prison cart slowly away. Hu Fenglou's tears could no longer be held back, soaking
the black cloth covering her eyes…
II. Humiliation at Honglian Temple
After an unknown amount of time, the prison cart stopped at an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain. Hu Fenglou was
dragged off the cart, and two men, supporting her, pulled her into a side hall.
The three men arrived at a wall inside the hall, which silently opened, revealing a secret passage. Hu Fenglou was dragged
inside. The passage led deep underground, and the three men descended the steps, the iron shackles on Hu Fenglou's feet dragging on the ground with a harsh
clanging sound.
The two men continued to grope Hu Fenglou along the way; with such a beautiful woman in their arms, wouldn't it be a waste not to take advantage of her
?
Hu Fenglou was dragged in, not only was the other embroidered shoe on her jade slipper pulled off, but her white silk
stockings were also half-pulled down, leaving her snow-white ankles half-exposed and painfully chafed by the iron shackles, though fortunately not yet
broken. These things meant nothing to Hu Fenglou. Having persuaded her husband and in-laws to write her
a letter of divorce, willing to exchange her body for the safety of the Fu family, she cared little for physical suffering.
Now, sandwiched between two burly men, her breasts and buttocks—a woman's private area—were violated by them. Even
through her clothes, Fenglou felt unclean. With her fierce spirit, she almost wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. But she couldn't!
She knew: the current emperor's throne was secure, and he no longer feared the Guo, Hu, and Fu families.
This investigation into her for defying the imperial decree and assisting the Guo family was not directed at her, Hu Fenglou, but rather an opportunity to strike at or even eliminate
the Fu and Hu families. Especially since Ji Gang had his arm cut off by Guo Yanxia and the beauty Wu Gou taken from him, his resentment was extremely deep.
Naturally, he took his anger out on those who assisted Guo Yanxia. Hu Fenglou was the one who had contributed the most to Guo Yanxia and obstructed the officials the most
, so Ji Gang's resentment towards Hu Fenglou was even greater, and he wanted to vent his anger on Hu Fenglou.
Hu Fenglou could not die, nor dared he die. Otherwise, if Ji Gang could not humiliate Hu Fenglou, it would definitely be detrimental to the Fu family. This
was the reason why Fenglou had endured so much humiliation since the Fu family was captured, and had forcibly endured it.
Hu Fenglou was forced to kneel on the ground again, and the blindfold and gag were removed. Her cheeks were sore from being stretched by the gag,
and her beautiful eyes could not adapt to the glaring light for a moment. Someone came over, one pulled Hu Fenglou's hair bun, making Hu
Fenglou's head tilt upwards, and another pried open her cherry lips and poured a cup of slightly sweet and sour medicine down her throat.
Hu Fenglou felt a heat rising in her dantian, her internal energy surging through her limbs and bones. Then, her dantian went empty, and her internal energy no longer obeyed her commands
. She realized that the drug she had just taken had been dissipating her internal energy. In truth, this was unnecessary. Having confessed her
crimes and accepted punishment, why would she rely on her internal energy to resist in prison?
Someone came and removed the restraints from Hu Fenglou, and her eyes adjusted to the indoor light.
This was an interrogation room. She was about to pull up her loose silk stockings and cover
the clothes that the two men who had escorted her had torn open when they groped her, when two men dressed as prison guards, one fat and one thin, approached her.
"Take off your clothes!" the fat man said slowly, his voice neither male nor female.
Hu Fenglou's face flushed instantly. She looked at the two men with shame and indignation, and they returned her cold gaze
.
"Take them off!" the thin man uttered a single word, also neither male nor female, his tone sinister.
Hearing this, Hu Fenglou felt a chill run down her spine. She gritted her teeth and began to loosen her sash.
Hu Fenglou removed her dress, leaving only her undergarments and underpants, and looked up at the two men, one fat and one thin. The fat man continued to look at
her coldly: "Keep taking them off! Don't leave a single piece behind." His tone remained chilling.
Hu Fenglou hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and unfastened the clasp of her undergarments.
Hu Fenglou was now only wearing a bodice, her snow-white, smooth arms, full, glistening legs, and flawless,
translucent jade feet particularly alluring under the light. But the fat and thin men's gazes remained fixed on
Hu Fenglou on the ground with a sinister intensity.
Hu Fenglou hesitated before removing her bodice, her breasts standing erect and alluring.
Even her husband, Fu Yuling, had never seen Hu Fenglou naked. Such a perfect body would
make any woman, let alone a man, tremble with desire. But the fat and thin men remained unmoved.
"Remove your headdress!" the fat man said menacingly.
Hu Fenglou had no choice but to use her hands, which were covering her breasts and vulva, to remove her headdress one by one, letting her long, beautiful hair cascade down to
her waist.
"Lie down," the fat man said, pointing to a torture table.
Hu Fenglou looked at the two men, one fat and one thin, with shame and anger, but they returned her cold, menacing gazes.
Finally, Hu Fenglou lowered her phoenix eyes, her delicate face and even her jade-like neck flushed red, and stood up, one hand covering her tender breasts.
With her other hand covering the grassy jade gate, filled with humiliation and helplessness, she walked to the execution platform, gently supporting herself with her snow-white, soft hand
, and slowly lay down.
The execution platform was smooth and cold. Hu Fenglou's jade-like skin touched it, and she couldn't help but shiver. She didn't know
what kind of torture or humiliation she would suffer next. Thinking of these things, Hu Fenglou's calm heart pounded wildly
, and her beautiful body instinctively tightened.
Seeing the stunningly beautiful Hu Fenglou lying helplessly on her side on the execution platform, the two men, one fat and one thin, slowly
walked over. Without saying a word, they fastened the two iron hoops on the execution platform to Hu Fenglou. One hoop fastened to Hu Fenglou
's jade-like neck, and the other to her slender waist.
One grabbed Hu Fenglou's fair wrist that was covering her breasts, and the other grabbed the fair wrist that was covering her jade gate,
carefully examining her.
Hu Fenglou cried out in shame, instinctively trying to break free from the two men's cold hands, but to no avail.
Their hands were as cold as iron, gripping Hu Fenglou's wrists like two iron hoops. Under the lamplight, they
carefully examined each of Hu Fenglou's fingers, then checked his arms. Seeing no reaction
, they shackled his wrists with iron chains, fastening them to the chain below his head.
Next, they bent down and grasped Hu Fenglou's ankles, examining his
toes as meticulously as they had his fingers, then carefully inspecting his long, straight calves and full, lustrous thighs. They then
spread his knees apart and locked iron shackles above them.
These shackles were not connected by chains, but by a two-foot-long iron rod. Hu Fenglou's knees were
spread open by the iron rod, revealing his verdant vulva. Next, they chained Hu Fenglou's ankles as well.
When the two men grabbed her ankles, Hu Fenglou began to pant. A woman's feet are not
to be touched casually, not even by her husband. Now, not only had two androgynous
strangers touched and caressed her, but they had even meticulously examined each toe.
Under the four cold hands of these two androgynous men, her panting intensified, a surge of heat
rising from her dantian, flowing through her limbs and bones. Her previously taut body suddenly became supple and boneless. Her heart pounded like a deer's, and she
gasped for breath. A faint, musky fragrance wafted from Hu Fenglou's body, and she was already sweating profusely
. She didn't know why this was happening, and she felt ashamed of her weak body.
But it wasn't over yet. The four cold hands slid down her ankles to her calves, then to her thighs. Driven
nearly mad by this unprecedented tactile stimulation, she drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state. Her delicate body began
to tremble. Her shackled hands gripped the chains tightly, pulling them taut. Finally,
an uncontrollable moan escaped her cherry-like lips: "Mmm—" This moan jolted her awake. She felt both shame and hatred—shame and
hatred for her own weakness, naked and exposed on the execution platform in prison, aroused by two strange men with boundless lust
!
But no matter her shame or hatred, she couldn't control her body, her heartbeat, or
the moan escaping from her fragrant lips! The chains on her wrists rattled as she pulled.
Suddenly, her most sensitive, most delicate place was violated: a cold finger slowly pierced her,
twisting and turning inside her, as if searching for something. It was the fat man's finger. At the same time, a needle-like pain shot through her
pubic area, a fleeting pain. The skinny man was
skillfully plucking her soft pubic hair with his nimble fingers .
At this moment, Hu Fenglou felt no shame, no humiliation. Her body writhed, her legs strained
, and even the fat man's fingers could feel it—because her vulva was clenching tightly.
The fat man and the skinny man exchanged a glance and nodded in satisfaction. The fat man withdrew his fingers, and the skinny man's fingers moved
faster. The fat man slowly inserted his fingers into her slightly parted cherry lips, smearing and swirling them on her pink tongue. His fingers
were coated with her nectar.
Only when the fat man felt that she had licked the nectar off his fingers did he withdraw them,
wipe them a few times on her slightly dry cherry lips, and then turn and pick up a wooden bucket.
With a splash, a bucket of icy water was poured over Hu Fenglou. After Hu Fenglou screamed,
the clanking of the chains stopped, the moans from her cherry lips ceased, and only her panting and the dripping of water remained in the room.
Hu Fenglou slumped onto the execution platform, shame and humiliation filling her heart once more. A blush crept across her delicate face and
neck, and she tightly closed her phoenix eyes.
The thin man had finished his work and was watching the fat man. The fat man nodded, and the two immediately stepped forward, turning Hu
Fenglou's boneless body over.
The thin man pressed his body against Hu Fenglou's legs, his hands on her full buttocks,
spreading them apart. The fat man's fingers slid back and forth on Hu Fenglou's anus, and seeing that her
legs were straightened under the thin man's body, he slowly inserted his fingers into her anus.
Hu Fenglou let out another long, proud moan, the chains rattling. Hu Fenglou couldn't tell if she was extremely ashamed,
or...
The fat man was satisfied with Hu Fenglou's reaction. He withdrew his fingers and then inserted them into Hu Fenglou's cherry lips again.
The pungent smell made Hu Fenglou want to vomit, but she was powerless to resist. The fat man held her cheeks, preventing her
from closing her mouth.
The two men finally removed Hu Fenglou from the execution platform and removed all the shackles from her limbs.
When they released her, Hu Fenglou was exhausted and collapsed weakly to the ground.
The fat and thin men lifted the limp Hu Fenglou, dragged her into the cell, placed her on a wooden bed, and
chained her wrists and ankles with the iron chains on the bed before turning to leave.
The sound of their footsteps finally faded away. Hu Fenglou could no longer contain his humiliation and sorrow;
tears, like pearls, streamed down his face, gradually wetting his disheveled long hair…
The one-armed Ji Gang held a piece of paper, quickly glanced at it, and placed it on the table. He
nodded with satisfaction to the two men, one fat and one thin, standing before him: “Not bad, an expert is an expert.”
The two men hurriedly said, “You flatter me, Lord Ji.”
A smile appeared on Ji Gang’s gloomy face: “Good, go collect your reward tomorrow.”
The fat and thin men bowed and said, "Thank you, sir. We'll take our leave." Seeing Ji Gang nod, they bowed again and withdrew
outside the door before turning to leave.
Ji Gang picked up the paper on the table with one hand, muttering, "Can't play the flute, chrysanthemum gate not opened.
Hu Fenglou's feet, Hu Fenglou's feet, hmph, when I catch your mother tomorrow, I'll make you and your daughter enjoy yourselves
. Hu Fenglou's feet..."
III. Three Generations of Mother and Daughter
Hu Fenglou cried and cried until she finally fell asleep. She didn't know that when she fell asleep, it was almost dawn.
The cell door opened, and Hu Fenglou was startled awake by the sound.
She heard someone coldly say beside her, "What was this prisoner dreaming about, so forceful?"
Hu Fenglou was startled, only then realizing that the fat and thin men were standing beside her, the fat man's fingers still inserted inside her jade
gate.
Hu Fenglou's delicate face immediately turned bright red with shame, but her hands and feet were chained, and she couldn't struggle at all.
The fat man withdrew his finger and, as before, slipped it into Hu Fenglou's cherry lips. The thin man stepped forward and unlocked Hu Fenglou's
chains.
"Get up!" the fat man's cold voice rang out again.
Hu Fenglou weakly got up.
"Put on your prison clothes!" the fat man threw Hu Fenglou a bundle of clothes.
Hu Fenglou obeyed as if receiving a royal decree and hurriedly opened the bundle. Inside was a wooden gag, a robe, and a pair of hemp shoes.
The prison clothes were a coarse cloth top and skirt. Although the clothes barely covered her arms and the skirt didn't reach her knees, Hu Fenglou still felt it
was better than a phoenix coronet and wedding robe. She hurriedly put on the prison clothes.
"Put on the gag and the prison shoes."
Hu Fenglou held the gag in her mouth, tied the rope tightly behind her head, and tied her long hair inside the rope of the gag as well
. She picked up the hemp shoes and slipped them onto her perfect jade feet.
The hemp shoes were very rough, with wooden soles. The soles of the shoes were covered with sparse, irregular bumps of varying sizes.
There was only a small loop of rope at the front and two thin, long hemp ropes at the back. Under the thin man's guidance
, Hu Fenglou slipped her big toe into the small loop at the front of the shoe, used the hemp rope
at the back to tighten it around her instep and ankle, then crossed and tightened it up her calf, finally fastening it with a knot.
"Stand up," the fat man said.
Hu Fenglou lowered her head, looking at her fair, perfect feet, hugging her snow-white arms, and struggled to her feet
. The bumps on the hemp shoes immediately caused a sharp, piercing itch in her feet, making her whole body
tremble.
Without a word, the two men immediately put a collar, handcuffs, and leg irons on Hu Fenglou. Hu Fenglou's hands were cuffed behind her back
, locked to the chains on the collar and leg irons.
Hu Fenglou's tears finally fell. Once a noblewoman, now a prisoner! How could she possibly
adapt to such a drastic change overnight !
The fat man and the thin man supported the barely able-bodied Hu Fenglou, half-dragging, half-carrying her out of the cell.
Hu Fenglou was taken to the courtyard; dawn was already breaking. She was pushed into a cage, the same
cage she had brought her to the previous night, and she knelt inside. The prison cart was covered with a black cloth and immediately began to move.
She didn't know how long they walked, but Hu Fenglou heard a commotion, and the black cloth was removed. It was now broad daylight, and
before her was a place Hu Fenglou knew all too well—the once bustling Weiyuan Escort Agency!
Now, the Weiyuan Escort Agency was deserted. After Hu Fenglou married into the Fu family, the old head镖师 (escort officer)
, Han Zhentian, disappeared without a trace. The large agency was now managed by his youngest son, Han Kewei. Years ago, Han Kewei, drunk, fell into
the water and died, and the agency closed down. Now, only Han Kewei's widow Zhao Yuru 　　lives here with her only
daughter, eighteen-year-old Han Yan'er, Hu Fenglou's mother, Old Madam Hu, and Hu Fenglou's younger sister, Hu Piaohong, who lives alone. 　　Zhao Yuru has wanted to sell the old house several times, but Old Madam Hu has persuaded her not to. She said it was, after all, 　　the legacy built by the blood and sweat of the older generation and should be preserved. 　　Although Hu Fenglou is married, she is filial and comes to pay her respects to her mother on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. Zhao 　　Yuru and Hu Fenglou are like sisters. After becoming widows, she recognized Old Madam Hu as her godmother and addressed Fenglou and Piaohong as sisters. 　　She serves Old Madam Hu wholeheartedly, and Old Madam Hu enjoys a very comfortable life here. 　　Old Madam Hu is over fifty years old and is called "Old Madam" purely because of her generation. She lives alone in 　　a small, secluded courtyard in the backyard. Although she wasn't skilled in martial arts, she had learned some 　　methods of internal energy cultivation from Hu Piaohong and Zhao Yuru in her spare time, and surprisingly, she had quite a bit of experience in them. Coupled with her pampered upbringing, both her appearance and figure made her look like 　　a middle-aged woman not yet forty. Furthermore, Madam Hu was naturally serene and unassuming, so she appeared 　　plump and kind-faced. 　　For some reason, starting last night, the usually calm and collected Madam Hu had a bad feeling, and 　　she didn't sleep well all night. Early this morning, Hu Piaohong's attempts to persuade her were to no avail, so she had to ask 　　Zhao Yuru for help. Hu Piaohong and her sister were about the same age. 　　She had a secret love affair with Guan Shanyue that never came, and had remained unmarried ever since. Like Hu Fenglou, she liked to wear white, but she wore Hanfu (traditional Han clothing). Her clothes were simple, but the simplicity 　　couldn't hide her stunning beauty and unparalleled elegance; instead, it accentuated her aloofness and purity! She was dignified, composed, 　　and ethereal, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold winter, standing proudly amidst the ice and snow, untouched by worldly concerns! 　　Her long, black hair was perfectly combed, not a single strand out of place. Her delicate face was adorned with lightly drawn eyebrows, without any makeup, yet she possessed a captivating and radiant beauty, 　　naturally alluring! She was somewhat thin, but not bony; her slender figure and cool, elegant skin made her beauty uniquely ethereal 　　! 　　The dignified and beautiful Zhao Yuru, dressed in black, followed Hu Piaohong into the old lady's quiet courtyard with unhurried steps. 　　Zhao Yuru was nearly forty, but looked no more than thirty. She couldn't compare to the stunning beauty of Hu Fenglou or Hu Piaohong, 　　but she was dignified, beautiful, composed, and capable. The charm of a mature woman added to her allure. 　　Just as she was about to greet her godmother, she saw that the old lady's face was pale, her phoenix eyes filled with melancholy. Startled, she exclaimed, 　　"Mother, what's wrong? Are you ill?" 　　Old Madam Hu forced a smile, somewhat embarrassed. "Ru'er, I'm fine. It seems I'm getting old. Piaohong, 　　quickly pour Yuru some tea." She helped Zhao Yuru sit down on the kang (heated brick bed). "Last night, I was terrified. I felt 　　something was wrong. Piaohong, you, and Yan'er are all by my side, but I was only worried about Fenglou. Could it be Fenglou..."

"Is something wrong?"
Zhao Yuru felt relieved upon hearing this. She had heard that Fenglou and Prince Yu had gone to the Tibetan border. With Hu Fenglou
's current skill level, he was already one of the top masters in the world; even Prince Yu's martial arts were superb, and he was hard
to beat in the martial arts world. The couple working together were almost invincible, so there was no way anything could happen; moreover, Prince Yu
was accompanied by the four iron guards of the Marquis's mansion, so how could anything happen to him?
So she smiled calmly: "Mother, who said you're old? If you were old, wouldn't the capital be full of old ladies
? You're just thinking of your daughter. Lady Fenglou of the Marquis's mansion has the favored Marquis Yu Ling by her side, as well as
the four iron guards of the Marquis's mansion. How could anything happen to her!"
After Zhao Yuru said this, Old Madam Hu was relieved. The worry on her face vanished, and she lovingly stroked Zhao Yuru's
shoulder: "Look at what you're saying. I'm already fifty-five, how can I not be old? Piaohong also advised me the same thing, but I just wouldn't
listen!" She looked at her youngest daughter with a kind smile, clearly no longer worried about her.
"Mother, look in the mirror yourself. Saying you're forty is an exaggeration. Even forty-year-old women don't
necessarily have your spirit." Zhao Yuru wasn't entirely trying to please the old lady; the old lady was indeed as she said.
"Yuru, now that you say that, I'm relieved, but I told her she just wouldn't listen." Standing to the side,
Hu Piaohong glanced at her rosy lips, making a face, and said, "Looks like Mother is so biased..."
Hu's mother lightly slapped her youngest daughter, feigning anger, "What are you jealous about, you little rascal?
I treat you sisters the same, how could I ever be biased?" She then lovingly took Piaohong's hand.
The mother and her two daughters were chatting and laughing inside when Yan'er's voice came from outside: "Hey, who are you? Why are you barging
in without saying hello! Stop... ah, stop, you... um!"
Clearly, Yan'er had been wronged. Inside, Old Madam Hu, Hu Piaohong, and Zhao Yuru were startled. Who dared to cause
trouble here! Although this wasn't a wealthy or powerful family, everyone in the capital knew about their relationship with the Marquis of Shenliwei's mansion. Zhao
Yuru stood up and said to Old Madam Hu, "Mother, please sit down. Piaohong, stay with Mother, I'll go check." With that,
she vanished from the room. Old Madam Hu was secretly alarmed: It seems something has happened!
Zhao Yuru went outside. Her daughter, Han Yan'er, looked quite like her aunt, Han Rulan. She was strong and graceful, with a rosy
face, without rouge or makeup, yet still beautiful and charming.
Now, the once robust and graceful Yan'er, as beautiful as a peach blossom, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, had been subdued and forced to kneel on the ground.
Her sharp eyebrows still held a willful and arrogant air; two men in black held down Yan'er, whose eyebrows were raised and whose almond-shaped eyes glared
, each twisting one of her arms upwards and pressing their feet against her knees. Seeing her mother
emerge, she opened her cherry-red mouth, but no sound came out, clearly silenced by a pressure point acupuncture. Just
as Zhao Yuru was about to pounce, she suddenly saw a one-armed man with a gloomy face, leading several men in black, standing
to the side.
"Ji Gang, Lord Ji?!" Zhao Yuru steadied herself, inwardly groaning. Ji Gang commanded the Blood Droplets;
he never needed any official channels or reason to arrest people. Ji Gang had always been wary of the Fu family and knew
the relationship between the Han and Fu families; his brazen actions today clearly indicated ill intent.
"Madam Han, is that your daughter?" Ji Gang asked coldly.
Zhao Yuru, seeing that Ji Gang neither showed courtesy nor explained his purpose, felt anger rising within her. However, she was always composed in her actions
. So, suppressing her anger, she replied calmly, "That is indeed my daughter. May I ask what misunderstanding exists between my daughter and Lord Ji?"
Her tone was quite displeased.
Ji Gang still coldly replied, "There is no misunderstanding."
Zhao Yuru was taken aback, vaguely sensing something was wrong: "Did my daughter offend you, sir? If my daughter offended you,
it is due to my poor upbringing. I beg you to be lenient, sir, and I will apologize to you." She then prepared
to curtsy. She was using retreat as a tactic.
"Wait." Ji Gang stepped aside, dodging Zhao Yuru's curtsy: "I am acting under orders; Madam Han, there is no need for such formality."
"Under orders?" Zhao Yuru's heart sank.
"Yes, we are ordered to arrest the relatives of the traitorous criminal Hu Fenglou and confiscate the property of the criminal and his family! Madam Han , you are
a relative of Hu Fenglou, aren't you!"
Zhao Yuru was stunned, as if struck by lightning. How did Fenglou become a criminal?
"Madam Han, are you assisting the Emperor, or are you like your woman?" Ji Gang pointed at
Yan'er, who was forced to kneel on the ground, and asked coldly.
The usually composed and capable Zhao Yuru calmed down, glanced at her daughter whose arms were twisted and knees were being pressed against her back,
and forcibly suppressed her anger: "My lord, since you are here by imperial decree to arrest the family member of a wanted criminal, may you present and read the imperial edict?"
"Hmph, Madam Han, you dare to receive an imperial edict!" Ji Gang sneered, "The edict is for the Fu family, you
are merely a family member of the wanted criminal Hu Fenglou. If you know what's good for you, I'll give you some face. If you don't, you and everyone in this courtyard
will be humiliated in the street!"
Zhao Yuru retorted with a cold laugh: "Lord Ji, although the Han family is a commoner family, we are not to be trifled with..."
"Hahahaha!" Ji Gang burst into wild laughter, interrupting Zhao Yuru: "Madam Han, aren't you just relying on your
connection with the Fu family! Humph!"
Ji Gang's expression changed: "Madam Han, this is probably the last time I'll address you like this. The Fu family has already
expelled Hu Fenglou from their home, and you have absolutely no connection with the Fu family anymore. Don't think that just because you're a commoner, you're unworthy. Even if you were a prince
or nobleman, the Blood Droplets wouldn't need to say a word if they wanted to take you away!"
This was the first time Zhao Yuru had ever been so bluntly addressed. She felt both ashamed and angry, and her pretty face flushed red
. She lost her composure: "I don't believe it!" With that, she took a fighting stance, ready to attack.
Ji Gang sneered: "Hmph, you lowly servant who won't shed a tear until she sees the coffin!" With that, he
waved his hand, and the men in black behind him parted to the sides, pushing forward a beautiful woman with a wooden bit in her mouth, wearing a prison uniform that exposed her legs and open-toed prison shoes, her jade neck, hands, and feet all
chained. It was none other than Hu Fenglou, who had suffered so much humiliation!
Zhao Yuru was stunned, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Fenglou!" "Sister!" Two soft, beautiful voices, filled with surprise, affection, and sorrow, reached everyone
's ears. A plump, middle-aged woman, supported by a beautiful, graceful young woman, appeared in the courtyard.
Hu Fenglou cried out in his heart: Mother! He had let his mother and sister see him, and even let the younger generation see him...
Seeing her own shameful state, her niece Yan'er lowered her head in embarrassment. Thinking of her mother, Piaohong,
Yuru, and Yan'er, who were about to suffer the same inhuman humiliation as she did, she was overcome with grief and tears streamed down her face.
Ji Gang looked up and sized up the middle-aged beauty and the pretty young woman: anyone could tell they were related to Hu Fenglou
, for their appearances were almost identical; pure and ethereal, with round and smooth features. Their snow-white, jade-like faces,
slightly furrowed brows, and graceful figures moved slowly towards him. Without a doubt, these were Hu Fenglou's mother—Wang Xiuyun—and his
sister, Hu Piaohong.
Ji Gang couldn't believe that the woman, whose daughter was already of marriageable age, was over fifty. Unlike Hu Fenglou, who was like
a celestial being, unapproachable, she possessed a unique gentleness that drew people in. Hu Piaohong,
a young girl with delicate features, possessed a pair of deep phoenix eyes that revealed a melancholy hidden within her chambers, a unique charm that captivated the heart.
"Who are you?" Ji Gang felt his heart race.
"This is my daughter, Hu Piaohong," said Old Madam Hu, seeing
her daughter, barely clothed and weeping uncontrollably. Though her heart was breaking, her voice remained calm. "I just heard that you, sir, are here on imperial orders to arrest
the family of a wanted criminal. Is the wanted criminal my daughter, Hu Fenglou?"
"Indeed," Ji Gang replied, staring intently at Old Madam Hu.
"In that case, you've arrested the wrong person. I am Fenglou's biological mother, and this is my biological daughter. You
should be arresting us. Could you please spare the mother and daughter? They don't even share the surname Hu." Hu Piaohong supported her mother,
remaining silent. Her wisdom was no less than her elder sister's; even her sister, a first-rank noblewoman and a wife of a marquis, had been reduced to
a prisoner, subjected to such humiliation. Who among those in this courtyard could escape a humiliating fate! But his mother, advanced in years,
was also to suffer humiliation, causing him great sorrow.
Ji Gang thought to himself: This old hag is so stubborn and self-righteous, yet she still wants to negotiate.
"Madam Hu, I am acting under imperial decree, and I am afraid I cannot comply," Ji Gang said
, adopting a businesslike attitude. Madam Hu was furious. She was an extremely orthodox person, always regarding the law as paramount. Faced with Ji Gang's uncompromising
stance, Madam Hu had no time to think further.
"In that case, we women will accept our punishment." He then glanced at Zhao Yuru. Seeing her adoptive mother no longer protesting,
and looking at Hu Fenglou in his shackles, Yuru sighed inwardly, "Retribution!" and lowered her head, remaining silent.
Ji Gang sneered, "In that case, I must proceed according to the law! Come on, do it!" The men in black behind him shouted, "Yes!" and scattered. Only Ji Gang, the fat man and the thin man, 　　and five pitiful women
remained in the small courtyard .
Yan'er, her pressure points sealed, lay on the ground. The fat man stepped forward, took out a
small, flat porcelain bottle, pinched Yan'er's rosy cheeks, and gave her a sip before releasing her pressure points
.
He then walked to Zhao Yuru and the Hu mother and daughter, about to act, when Zhao Yuru took the bottle, saying, "I'll do it myself." She then tilted
her head back and drank a mouthful. Hu Piaohong extended her snow-white, soft hand and took the bottle. Hu's mother snatched it, tilted her head back and drank
a mouthful, then tearfully handed it back to Piaohong. Piaohong drank a mouthful before returning it to the fat man.
Zhao Yuru helped her daughter up from the ground, but dared not release her pressure points, only holding her in her arms.
Yan'er hid in her mother's arms, looking at her aunt Hu Fenglou with fear and shyness. She then noticed that her mother
's body was trembling. She and her mother were terrified by the same thing. For a moment, she didn't care that her pressure points had been sealed.
The fat man looked at Ji Gang: "Lord Ji, is it here or..."
Ji Gang looked at the three generations of women, young and old, filled with fear, and said viciously, "Hmph, right here!"
"Yes." After the fat man finished speaking, he coldly said to the three women, "Take off all your clothes!"
Upon hearing this, all five women shuddered. Hu Fenglou was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and finally could not hold on any longer. Her
legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
Piao Hong, Hu's mother, Yu Ru, and Yan'er couldn't help but want to go forward to check on her, but were stopped by the fat and thin men: "Hurry up
and take them off, take them all off!"
At this moment, Piao Hong, Yu Ru, and Yan'er simultaneously realized that their internal energy had been lost, and their dantian was empty. They understood:
what they had just drunk was a power-dissipating drug. They were both shocked and furious.
Zhao Yuru protested, "Lord Ji, although I am a convict, I should not be humiliated like this."
Ji Gang scoffed, "Convict, this is standard procedure. Prisoners must undergo a thorough physical examination and be dressed in prison clothes upon entering the prison."
Zhao Yuru said, "If Lord Ji insists, I would rather die."
Ji Gang was even more disdainful, "Are you threatening me? What a joke. If you really die, it'll be too good for you!
The armored men outside the Great Wall are waiting for convicts like you to serve them! Humph!" Ji Gang was getting impatient! But
what he said was a warning to Zhao Yuru, as well as to Hu Piaohong and Madam Hu.
Although Madam Hu's martial arts skills were lacking, she had practiced internal energy cultivation and had also noticed her internal energy was depleted. Hearing Ji Gang's words,
she sighed inwardly, "Ru'er, Yan'er, you have suffered for the Hu family."
"Mother, please don't..." Zhao Yuru quickly turned to Madam Hu.
"If you don't take them off, I'll have my men do it!" Before Yu Ru could finish speaking, the fat man's cold
voice interrupted her.
Mother Hu cried out sadly, "Ru'er, I'm sorry, do it!" With that, she took the lead and unbuttoned her clothes.
The autumn wind whistled, and four naked women knelt on the ground like four lambs to the slaughter.
Hu Fenglou, bound by iron chains, also knelt beside them, witnessing her own mother, sister, and her sister-in-law and niece
undergoing everything she had endured in the torture chamber.
In broad daylight, Ji Gang dared not act too rashly. He watched as three generations of beauties were humiliated one by one,
thinking of the pleasure he would soon have to enjoy them, and felt a surge of pride.
Wang Xiuyun, Hu Piaohong, and Zhao Yu Ru, mother and daughter, placed the gags thrown in front of them between their teeth,
tightened them firmly, and bound them behind their heads. Mother Hu was the first to lie face up on the stone table in the courtyard pavilion, like livestock, being
turned over and examined. Even a woman's most private parts were not spared, and her pubic hair was publicly removed, leaving her
like Hu Fenglou as a "white tiger" (a woman who has lost her virginity). Then, dressed in prison clothes and wooden shoes, she was bound by chains, her ankles shackled, and
dragged to Hu Fenglou's side, forced to kneel together.
Hu Piaohong, Zhao Yuru, and Han Yan'er were subsequently reduced to the same state as Hu's mother and Fenglou. The four women
felt even more humiliated and ashamed than Hu Fenglou, because this happened in broad daylight, under the gaze of three generations. The most difficult...
The most pitiful were Hu Piaohong and Han Yan'er. Both were virgins, never having been touched by a man's finger, let
alone being naked in front of outsiders and having their entire bodies touched, even their most private parts not escaping
their fate. Yan'er was no exception; even the usually composed Hu Piaohong couldn't help but show her shame, tears streaming down her face.
Five stunningly beautiful women, dressed in prison clothes that exposed their pink arms and jade-like legs, wearing open-toed hemp shoes, with wooden bridles in their mouths
, and shackled with the same iron chains as Hu Fenglou, were escorted side-by-side out of the Tianwei Escort Agency. Although the Tianwei Escort Agency was already
deserted, the street was still bustling. It immediately attracted countless onlookers.
The wooden-soled hemp shoes on the women's feet caused them immense suffering. Especially Hu's mother, whose feet had been bound since childhood, her once delicate
three-inch golden lotuses were now worn raw; with each step, her plump body swayed, as if she might collapse at any moment. All five women
trembled, their faces pale. Even their cherry lips lost their color. They were stuffed into cages, blindfolded, and sent
away. The news that
Hu Fenglou had become a banished wife of the Fu family, branded a wanted criminal, that the Han family had been raided, and that Hu's mother, Hu Piaohong, and Yu Ru and
her daughter were imprisoned spread like wildfire throughout the capital. The court and the public were immediately shocked. The news quickly reached
other regions through well-meaning individuals.
Several groups of people rushed to the capital from all directions. One group consisted of Guo Yulong with his two wives, Dongfang Yuling and
Du Lanwan, and his two sworn sisters, the Ouyang Shuang and Ouyang Xue sisters, leading the Guo family's six dragons; Guan Shanyue with his three wives, Liu Qiaohong
, Du Xinwan, and Fu Yushuang with their daughter, Guan Jia Wufeng; and Wu Gou, the fiancée of Guo Yanxia, the leader of the six dragons
; this was practically all the major figures of the Guo family of the South China Sea.
Guo Yannan's junior sister, Lü Siniang, was nearing the completion of her divine skill, and everyone disapproved of her going. Lü Siniang had no choice but
to stay behind. But after everyone left, she quietly left the island, found the Fish Girl, and went to the capital together. Another group was Hong
Ling with her daughters Chu Xia and Chu Cui; yet another group was Zi Juan and her daughter (daughter Duan Shuang) who stayed in the rear with Lan Ling and
her daughter (daughter Shui Rou); and there was also Han Rulan, who was still living alone and had become a nun. Everyone was anxious and
worried, completely unaware that the capital was a huge trap!
IV. Ji Gang's Revenge
In a secret room of Tianwei Manor, Yongzheng, who called himself the master of Tianwei Manor, sat in the center, listening to Ji Gang recount the capture of
Hu Fenglou and his mother. Standing beside him was his strategist, Longkodo. After
Ji Gang finished speaking, Yongzheng, with a sinister look on his face, nodded: "Not bad, well done!" But his eyes were on Longkodo.
Longkodo, understanding the situation, asked, "Lord Ji, what do you intend to do with these five criminals?"
Ji Gang quickly bowed and replied, "It's entirely up to His Majesty's judgment, and also to Uncle Long's guidance."
Yongzheng's expression changed, and he coldly said, "It seems Lord Ji is quite adept at handling things!"
Upon hearing the Emperor's tone, Ji Gang hurriedly knelt down, "This servant deserves to die, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Yongzheng noticed Ji Gang's missing arm and his tone softened slightly, "Lord Ji, please rise. I don't blame you."
Ji Gang felt somewhat relieved, "Thank you, Your Majesty," and slowly got up.
"However, Lord Ji, the Hu Fenglou case is complex. If handled poorly, it could cause chaos in the capital.
How do you plan to prevent this?"
Ji Gang knew the Emperor would ask this question, so he confidently replied, "Your Majesty, rest assured, the Fu family has been officials for generations
and would never cause trouble for a mere Hu Fenglou. As for those bandits and rebels, their whereabouts are all under my
control. If they don't come to the capital, all is well; but once they do, it will be their time to be bound." "
Is that all?" Yongzheng listened thoughtfully to Ji Gang's words.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to speak." Cold sweat beaded on Ji Gang's forehead.
Yongzheng nodded without speaking.
Only then did Ji Gang breathe a sigh of relief. "This servant plans to publicly sell five convicted women..." He glanced at Yongzheng,
and seeing that Yongzheng did not frown, he continued, "The accomplices of the imperial criminals will surely try to rescue the women before the public sale.
This servant has already laid a trap to capture them all."
"What if the women's accomplices don't come?"
"Your Majesty, rest assured, according to news from Tianjin: Guo Huai, Guan Shanyue, and other rebels will arrive in Tianjin within fifteen days.
This rebel force is the largest; the others are all former servants and relatives of the women, and are not a concern."
Hearing that Guo Huai and Guan Shanyue were about to arrive in Tianjin, Yongzheng couldn't help but show fear: "How will you deal with Guo Huai's
rebel force?"
"Your Majesty, rest assured, since this humble servant can track the whereabouts of these rebels, capturing them will be a piece of cake."
Ji Gang knew that apart from Fu Hou and Hu Fenglou, who could barely hold their own against Guo Huai or Guan Shanyue, no one in the court was
a match for them. This was exactly what Yongzheng was most worried about. "In terms of martial arts, these rebels are undoubtedly unmatched
, but in terms of strategy, this servant believes I am no less capable than them. However, however..."
Yongzheng said impatiently, "Minister Ji, please speak freely." "
However, this servant wishes to transfer the firearms battalion to the capital to defend the inner palace."
"Hmm, just what I wanted." Yongzheng nodded in satisfaction, "Minister Ji, it's rare to find someone so loyal.
I am very pleased with your words. I grant your request, go ahead. Remember, obtain the confession of that convicted woman, lest there be any controversy in the court
!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it immediately." Ji Gang knelt and bowed, "This servant takes his leave."
"Go!" Yongzheng waved his hand, and Ji Gang withdrew.
"Uncle, what do you think of the Fu family—?"
Longkodo hurriedly said, "This humble official cannot accept such a title." Before Yongzheng ascended the throne, he always addressed Longkodo this way. But
times had changed, and Longkodo dared not be so presumptuous.
"Alas—" Yongzheng sighed, "You're all so polite. Enough, let's get down to business."
Longkodo smiled and said, "Your Majesty actually already has a plan in mind, but you're just testing me."
"Oh!" A faint smile appeared on Yongzheng's gloomy face, "Uncle, you really know me inside and out
. Tell me your thoughts."
Longkodo pretended not to hear the word "uncle" and said, "We can have the Fu family arrest the wanted criminals and traitors. Then
reward them handsomely. What does Your Majesty think?"
Yongzheng's expression darkened further, "The idea is good, but it misses the point. You, usually so resourceful,
have let me win today."
Longkodo hurriedly said, "This humble official is foolish."
Yongzheng said, "I see that Fu Xiaoling has many complaints about his mother, always praising her beauty, showing no filial piety whatsoever!"
Longkodo was secretly shocked, never expecting that even such a highly confidential matter was known to Yongzheng. However, he
dared not show it on his face: "Your Majesty's meaning is—"
Yongzheng smiled sinisterly: "Let Fu Xiaoling and Ji Gang interrogate the criminals in the Hu case together. I want to reward the Fu family handsomely,
so of course it will fall on Fu Xiaoling."
Longkodo felt a chill in his heart. Did he mean to let Fu Xiaoling interrogate his mother? His face still wore a bewildered expression:
"Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that Fu Xiaoling will favor her family?"
Yongzheng was truly pleased this time. He patted Longkodo on the shoulder: "Hahaha, Uncle, you've been wise all your life,
but you've been foolish this time. You didn't even see through Fu Xiaoling. When his mother was taken away from home by Ji Gang, he was
secretly watching from the shadows. As soon as his mother was taken away, he ran into the room, made the convict's maid dress up in her mother's clothes, and
tied her up exactly as Ji Gang had done when he took his mother away. Then, right there on his mother's bed, he raped the maid."
Longkodo's surprise this time wasn't feigned; even the Emperor knew all about this!
"Your Majesty is wise!" Longkodo was speechless, mumbling vaguely.
"Uncle, aren't you going to ask me how I know all this?" Yongzheng asked with a sinister smile.
"This—" Longkodo didn't know how to begin.
"Hehe, let me tell you: that maid is my person!"
"Impressive! Your Majesty is truly perceptive." Longkodo praised sincerely.
"Alright, go and draft an edict, appointing Fu Xiaoling to be fully in charge of this case, to jointly try the traitor with Ji Gang. If she does well,
I will reward her handsomely. Summon Fu Xiaoling; I need to personally instruct her on confidential matters."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I obey." Longkodo immediately knelt down and replied. He didn't know what Yongzheng wanted to say to Fu Xiaoling,
but dared not ask further.
"However, the edict will be issued a day later," he said, looking at Longkodo ambiguously, "We must let Prince Ji
taste the sweetness first! Hahaha!" Yongzheng was extremely pleased.
Longkodo, standing to the side, wore an awkward smile, but his heart was as cold as ice.
Hu Fenglou, dressed in prison clothes, with iron chains binding her body, shackles on her jade ankles, and hemp shoes on her feet, walked
into the interrogation room with weak legs.
She knelt at the feet of the smug one-armed Ji Gang. Two men, one fat and one thin, stood on either side of her, poised to
skin her alive at any moment.
Behind a waist-high torture table nearby sat a clerk. Judging from the furnishings,
it was clearly an interrogation room. Besides torture instruments, there were many things Hu Fenglou had never seen or even heard
of before, all displayed in the room, creating an atmosphere of malice that sent chills down his spine.
Ji Gang stared at the once high and mighty, peerless beauty before him, his heart pounding wildly. Normally
, he wouldn't dare look Hu Fenglou in the eye, not even if he had the audacity. Now, this most beautiful woman in the Qing Dynasty, with unparalleled elegance and
flawless skin, her long hair flowing, shackled and bound, knelt at his feet—truly the greatest pleasure of his life!
"Untie her!" Ji Gang ordered.
The two men removed Hu Fenglou's restraints, including the gag, and stripped her of her prison clothes.
Although naked, Hu Fenglou felt a sense of relief, gently stroking the bloodstains left by the shackles.
"Who kneels before me?" Ji Gang silently channeled his inner energy to calm himself. With such a beauty before him, how could he be afraid she'd fly away
? Giving Hu Fenglou a confession was paramount.
Hu Fenglou licked her slightly dry lips with her pink tongue and softly replied, "Hu Fenglou!"
"Insolence!" Ji Gang shouted, simultaneously raising his right foot and kicking Hu Fenglou's breasts.
Hu Fenglou fell to the ground, but was immediately lifted up by the two men, one fat and one thin, and forced to kneel at Ji Gang's feet once more.
Hu Fenglou's face immediately flushed crimson, even her captivating phoenix eyes reddened, tears welling in them.
A faint salty taste filled her mouth, and a trickle of crimson blood gushed from the corner of her clearly defined lips.
Hu Fenglou gritted her teeth, the humiliation burning within her fueling her rage; she almost leaped to her feet.
"You are a wanted criminal, you must refer to yourself as a 'criminal woman'! Remember that?" Ji Gang said coldly.
"Yes, Fenglou..."
"How dare you!" Then another kick landed on Hu Fenglou's breast.
This time, Hu Fenglou got up from the ground on her own and knelt calmly at Ji Gang's feet. Her face was not red, and her eyes
remained unchanged.
Moreover, Ji Gang's words "prisoner" reminded her: she was risking her life to save her family, and any impulsive action could bring disaster to the Fu
family. Resistance would only increase her pain and humiliation. So Hu Fenglou lowered her head and replied softly, "Yes,
this criminal woman remembers."
"Good, who kneels before you?" Ji Gang asked again in a sarcastic tone.
"This criminal woman, Hu Fenglou," Fenglou answered softly.
"Do you know your crime?" Ji Gang asked again in a sarcastic tone.
"This criminal woman disobeyed the imperial decree and assisted a prisoner in escaping." Fenglou said according to the meaning of the imperial decree she received before her arrest.
"So you deliberately disobeyed the imperial decree and intentionally aided the rebels?" Ji Gang's tone changed and became quite authoritative.
"This..." Fenglou hesitated slightly.
"What! Didn't you know Guo Yanxia was a wanted criminal beforehand?" Ji Gang's tone became even harsher.
"I knew," Fenglou replied without hesitation this time.
"Knowing she was a wanted criminal, it would have been fine if you hadn't apprehended her. But you actually helped her escape capture and obstructed
the authorities' investigation. Isn't that deliberate defiance of imperial orders and intentional aiding and abetting a rebellion?" Ji Gang's tone grew increasingly
hostile.
Fenglou knew this was a pre-arranged charge against her. Whether she confessed or not, the charge was irrevocably attached
. She didn't want to waste any more words: "Yes, sir. I know my crime."
"Since you know your crime, confess your accomplices!" Ji Gang said sinisterly.
Hu Fenglou's heart tightened, as if she were covered in ice and snow. She should have known that Ji Gang wouldn't just arrest her family and
stop there. He would definitely use this as an excuse to fabricate charges and implicate more people. Since she had already risked her life
, she might as well fight to the end. With a firm resolve, he spoke, "My lord, this was the work of the woman alone; she
had no accomplices."
"Heh! Heh!" Ji Gang sneered repeatedly, "You, Hu Fenglou, so unruly. It seems I need to teach you
a lesson; you won't know the power of the Blood Droplets." He then said to the fat and thin men, "Let her play with herself first!"
The thin man dragged the naked Hu Fenglou from the ground, twisting her wrists behind her back. The fat man picked up...
A hemp rope was first used to tightly bind Hu Fenglou's crossed wrists together behind her back, pushing her wrists upwards. Then
, the rope was wrapped around her breasts several times, before being firmly tied to her raised wrists
.
Another rope was draped over her neck, passing over her shoulders, down her armpits, back down her back,
through the rope pressing against her neck, and pulled taut. Hu Fenglou's shoulders were forced backwards. The fat man tightened
the rope, watching the thin man.
The thin man then took a folded rope, wrapped it around Hu Fenglou's slender waist, threaded it through her front to form a noose, and tightened it. He then
threaded a wooden stick with an iron ring through it.
The stick was less than three inches long, covered with bumps the size of rice grains, thin at the front and thick at the back, with a rounded tip. Its purpose was unclear
.
But Hu Fenglou soon knew its purpose. The bumpy wooden stick was inserted into Hu Fenglou's vulva.
Hu Fenglou's delicate body trembled, her legs went weak.
The thin man threaded the rope through Hu Fenglou's crotch and behind her. The fat man took the rope
and pulled both the rope in his hand and the new one taut, tying a knot. The wooden stick below, pulled by the rope, slowly sank into Hu Fenglou
's jade gate. Hu Fenglou's body trembled violently. The fat man released his grip, and the rope loosened.
The thick wooden stick was pushed out a bit more by Hu Fenglou's jade gate. Hu Fenglou trembled again. She forced
her shoulders back slightly to relax, but this only pulled on the wooden stick. The stick pushed further into her jade gate…
Hu Fenglou understood: she could only keep her breasts upright, her waist straight, and she couldn't even lower her head. Otherwise, the stick would be
pulled into her jade gate by the rope!
Before long, Hu Fenglou, drenched in sweat, curled up at Ji Gang's feet.
Ji Gang looked at Hu Fenglou, who was still wriggling, and coldly asked, "Criminal woman, have you remembered anything?"
Hu Fenglou's weak voice lost its usual gentleness: "This criminal woman has no accomplices!"
Ji Gang nodded: "Good, truly remarkable! Come on, let's try something different."
The two men, one fat and one thin, immediately lifted Hu Fenglou, who was curled up on the ground, and untied her restraints.
Before Hu Fenglou could understand what the two men were going to do to her, her soft, full body was pressed face up onto a torture platform about a foot wide and
five feet long. The two men squatted down, and under the torture platform, one grabbed Hu Fenglou's right wrist and left ankle,
tying them tightly together with a rope; the other grabbed Hu Fenglou's left wrist and right ankle, also tying them together with a rope. It was as practiced
as Hu Fenglou drawing and putting away her sword.
Naked, Hu Fenglou lay arched on the execution platform, her full breasts and slender waist forced forward
; her legs were spread wide, her head hanging upside down outside the platform, her joints aching and sore. This
was truly unbearable! If Hu Fenglou still possessed her martial arts skills, this torture would be nothing. But now, Hu Fenglou
had lost all her internal energy. Fortunately, she had practiced martial arts since childhood, and her body was still flexible, allowing her to barely endure the pain compared to ordinary people.
What tormented Hu Fenglou most was the psychological damage this position inflicted on her. This position made her feel ashamed; the pure and innocent
Hu Fenglou was thus helplessly and shamefully bound to the execution platform. Just as Hu Fenglou was overwhelmed with shame and
pain, two men, one fat and one thin, carrying a small wooden bucket and a brush about half a foot long, approached
Hu Fenglou. They dipped the brush in the water in the bucket and carefully scrubbed Hu Fenglou from head to toe
. Even Hu Fenglou's most private parts were not spared.
Although their actions were rough, Hu Fenglou, who had been humiliated since entering prison, still felt a
sense of refreshment. But then, waves of tingling sensations came from various sensitive areas, making Fenglou both surprised and ashamed.
Ji Gang got up, came to the side, stretched out his one arm, and placed his hand on Hu Fenglou's curvaceous, shapely, and
pure body. Hu Fenglou was shocked, and her body trembled slightly.
Ji Gang smiled triumphantly, and his one arm slowly caressed her delicate neck. The smooth feeling made Ji Gang's
heart tremble; Hu Fenglou's infinitely beautiful body began to tremble, her body twisting, and her limbs struggling
.
Ji Gang's hand slowly moved down to her high, firm breasts. Hu Fenglou's breasts were soft and firm; Ji Gang repeatedly
roamed over Hu Fenglou's breasts, kneading them like dough, and Hu Fenglou's body trembled violently with shame
.
The more humiliated and ashamed Hu Fenglou felt, the more pleasure Ji Gang felt. The former noblewoman, now helplessly
at Ji Gang's mercy, was a source of indescribable joy. Thinking of how he had once groveled
before this Madam Fu, Ji Gang's desire to torment and humiliate Hu Fenglou grew stronger.
The very pretext of getting Hu Fenglou to confess her accomplices was itself a pretext for tormenting and humiliating her. Now was
the time to continue using this pretext.
"You criminal, Hu Fenglou, will you confess your accomplices who aided and abetted your rebellion?" Ji Gang's fingers slipped inside Hu Fenglou's
jade gate, overflowing with fluid.
"This criminal has no accomplices," Hu Fenglou finally regained control, her body no longer trembling. She answered calmly
.
Ji Gang also sensed the change in the jade-like body beneath his touch. He said coldly, "Good, good. Truly worthy of jade bones and ice
skin, so pure and noble!" With that, he pulled with one arm, forcefully inserting his finger into Hu Fenglou's jade
gate, which was brimming with jade fluid. Hu Fenglou could no longer maintain her composure; her full breasts heaved violently.
Ji Gang asked smugly, "Do you have a plan?"
"This criminal has no accomplices," Hu Fenglou gasped, but still managed to utter those six words in one breath.
Ji Gang vigorously stirred his finger inside Hu Fenglou's jade gate: "A plan?" Ji Gang was too lazy to say more.
"No!" Hu Fenglou's answer was also concise.
Facing Hu Fenglou's lotus-root-like arms, slender jade legs, mounded breasts, and smooth lower abdomen, Ji Gang
had to admit: truly a beauty of unparalleled grace and beauty. Unfortunately, her beauty could not arouse Ji Gang's pity; her jade bones and ice
skin only intensified his hatred.
"Who are your accomplices?" he demanded again.
Hu Fenglou refused to answer. He returned the table to the back and gestured to the two men, one fat and one thin. They immediately stepped forward.
"I'll ask you one more time: Do you have a confession?" Ji Gang asked knowingly.
Hu Fenglou, utterly ashamed, remained silent, only shaking her blushing face.
"Use torture!" Ji Gang said coldly, pulling out his finger.
The fat man and the thin man simultaneously picked up a silver needle, as thin as a cow's hair and about an inch long. The fat man slowly
inserted the needle into Hu Fenglou's left nipple, while the thin man parted Hu Fenglou's genitals and slowly inserted the needle into
the labia of her crotch.
"Mmm—" Hu Fenglou trembled violently as if struck by lightning, gritting her teeth and letting out
a groan.
Ji Gang lifted Hu Fenglou's upside-down head with one hand: "How is it? Feeling good down there? Anything to say?"
Hu Fenglou gasped for breath, her breathing stabilizing after a moment. Her deep cleavage and straight nose
were already glistening with sweat. After calming down slightly, she gently shook her head.
Ji Gang released her hand, leaving Hu Fenglou's head hanging upside down, and waved to the fat and thin men.
The fat man slowly inserted a fine silver needle into Hu Fenglou's right nipple, while the thin man gently inserted
another needle into the other labia of Hu Fenglou's groin.
"Mmm...mmm..." Hu Fenglou's body trembled even more violently, and her moans were longer than before. Her full
breasts heaved, and besides her cleavage and delicate nose, beads of sweat glistened on her temples, neck, and groin.
After a while, Hu Fenglou's breathing calmed down slightly, and her body stopped trembling.
Ji Gang looked at Hu Fenglou, who was still panting slightly, and shook his head: "Why bother! Again!"...
After the sixth silver needle pierced Hu Fenglou's most tender spot, Hu Fenglou's teeth clenched so tightly that they clicked, and
after a violent tremor, she finally fainted. Because the thin man had already inserted two silver needles into Hu Fenglou's clitoris.
The fat man asked, puzzled, "Lord Ji, should I use the Soul-Sealing Technique? Why go to so much trouble?"
Ji Gang coldly replied, "Shut up!"
The fat man hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, I was too talkative."
Ji Gang laughed wildly a few times, then said smugly, "I want to make this wretched woman suffer, I want to thoroughly
humiliate her! After I've had my fill of playing with these wretches, I'll make them sign their names one by one!"
The fat man raised his eyelids and glanced at Ji Gang's left shoulder. Then he quickly lowered his eyelids again.
Ji Gang had already noticed: "You little rascal, besides knowing how to torture women, you're quite clever!"
The fat man immediately knelt on the ground: "I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"
Ji Gang waved one arm: "Alright, wake this wretched woman up."
"Yes!" The fat man looked completely understanding, reached out and removed the silver needle, then pointed his finger at Hu Fenglou's philtrum
. Hu Fenglou let out a "Huh," and woke up.
Looking at the weak and helpless Hu Fenglou, Ji Gang could no longer suppress his long-suppressed lust. He glanced at the fat man and said,
"You two get out."
The two men, one fat and one thin, understood and quickly bowed and withdrew, closing the door behind them.
Ji Gang looked at Hu Fenglou, her body glistening with sweat, her jade-like skin glistening with moisture, incredibly alluring. He
smiled smugly and began to undress.
When Hu Fenglou awoke, the electric shock-like stinging and itching in her vagina and breasts had disappeared. However, she discovered changes in her
body and internal organs. These changes were no different from those experienced after intimacy with her husband. She was secretly
astonished! Unfortunately, how could a noblewoman understand: any woman who had just experienced this would react in this way.
Ji Gang walked naked to the execution platform, stretched out one arm, grabbed Hu Fenglou's jade-like legs, and pulled them forward. Hu
Fenglou's thighs were almost spread apart, and her hips ached. Her head, which had been hanging outside the execution platform, was pulled onto it. She
couldn't see Ji Gang, so she didn't know he was completely naked, nor did she know she was about to be raped by this treacherous and
powerful minister.
Ji Gang held Hu Fenglou down, aimed his penis at her vulva, and thrust forward. His penis
effortlessly pierced into Hu Fenglou's exquisite body.
Hu Fenglou was caught completely off guard and raped by Ji Gang. Hu Fenglou, who had been trying her best to remain calm, finally lost her composure
. She cried out, "No—" completely lacking her usual calm and collectedness. She knew she would suffer humiliation, yet she
had resolutely risked her life to protect her family. But this sudden rape still threw this pure and virtuous noblewoman into disarray.
"No—Lord Ji, please!" Hu Fenglou pleaded frantically under Ji Gang's frenzied thrusting.
How could Ji Gang heed Hu Fenglou's pleas? He continued to pound on the helpless Hu Fenglou even more frantically.
As Ji Gang's madness intensified, Hu Fenglou's pleas gradually subsided, replaced by her alluring
moans, which only fueled Ji Gang's frenzy...
Ji Gang's madness suddenly ceased. He gripped Hu Fenglou's jade-like leg tightly with one arm, his lower body pressed firmly against her
crotch. His penis was completely inside her, yet he continued to press down on her forcefully,
as if he himself wanted to penetrate her body...
A surge of heat gushed into Hu Fenglou's body. She seemed to be burned by this heat, her delicate body trembling violently
, her alluring, clear moans continuing incessantly. Pearl-like tears rolled down Hu Fenglou's captivating phoenix eyes
...
Ji Gang left the still-weeping Hu Fenglou with satisfaction, walking to her side: "Hehe, truly a rare
beauty." With that, he grabbed Hu Fenglou's long hair with one hand, dragging her head off the execution platform and lifting it to the side
, forcing her delicate face towards Ji Gang's limp, slick member, covered in her own semen.
"Open your mouth!" Ji Gang's usual style was to do this.
A faint blush rose on Hu Fenglou's face and body; she felt utterly humiliated, her entire body
flushed with shame and indignation. It was as if she were in a dream, a humiliating nightmare. But Ji Gang before her told her: this
was not a dream. Her body had been defiled by this vicious, cruel man, defiling a woman's most precious
virtue. Now, this man was going to continue defiling her, to defiling her in an even more humiliating way—to
defile her noble cherry lips with the source of his sin. She couldn't help but cry out in her heart: Guo Huai, haven't I had enough already?
"Open your mouth!" Ji Gang said impatiently.
Hu Fenglou ended her meditation; she had to face reality: she was a discarded wife of the Fu family, a wanted
criminal of the court. According to the law, she would be stripped of her martial arts and sold into prostitution. That meant any man could use
her as a tool for his lust at any time. Now, it was only Ji Gang who was humiliating her; she had no right to refuse.
What did a woman about to become a prostitute have to care about her chastity! Besides, her pure and innocent body had already been defiled by Ji Gang
. So, with helplessness, shame, and tears, she opened her cherry lips—the lips only Prince Yu had ever touched.
Lips.
Ji Gang's limp penis was completely inserted into Hu Fenglou's cherry lips. He was an expert in this area, constantly instructing
Hu Fenglou.
Hu Fenglou was intelligent and quick-witted; what couldn't she learn? Soon, she went from clumsy to skilled. Ji Gang was
extremely pleased; under the caress of Hu Fenglou's cherry lips and pink tongue, his penis became engorged again. The engorged penis
filled Hu Fenglou's fragrant mouth, ready to explode at any moment.
Hu Fenglou, of course, felt the change in Ji Gang's penis. The heat within her body had not yet dissipated; her body still contained
Ji Gang's sinful semen. Her breathing was still unsteady when a new humiliation came: Ji Gang's engorged penis was stirring again
, ready to leave its defilement in Hu Fenglou's mouth at any moment. No matter how great the humiliation, Hu Fenglou had to endure it; she could only
silently wait for the defilement to arrive.
Ji Gang's defilement finally arrived. A thick, hot liquid flowed into Hu Fenglou's cherry-like mouth. She silently
swallowed this immense humiliation, and at Ji Gang's command, cleaned his penis…
Ji Gang was extremely excited thinking about the process of raping this peerless beauty. He asked in a mocking tone,
"Hu Fenglou, are you willing to confess your accomplices?"
Hu Fenglou's phoenix eyes were still wet with tears of humiliation, and the blush of shame on her jade body had not faded. She murmured as if in a dream,
"No—accomplices—"
The answer was exactly what Ji Gang expected. He said slowly and deliberately, "Husband, it seems you
won't shed tears until you see the coffin." He couldn't help but chuckle wickedly, his eyes fixed on Hu Fenglou's jade breasts. Suddenly, a thought struck him:
How could he have forgotten that this lowly maid's lotus feet were perfect but "flawed"?
So Ji Gang personally stepped forward and skillfully and quickly untied Hu Fenglou's hands and feet, which were bound face-up to the execution platform. He
turned Hu Fenglou over. However, with only one arm, it was impossible to tie her hands and feet together behind her back. In truth, Hu
Fenglou had lost her martial arts skills; after being brutally raped, her back ached, her legs were weak, and she was timid and powerless
. Even without being bound, she could only be at Ji Gang's mercy.
Looking at the one-armed man, Ji Gang's resentment intensified. He summoned the two men,
one fat and one thin. The two awkwardly entered the interrogation room, skillfully bound Hu Fenglou's hands and feet behind
her back, suspending her at waist height, before hastily retreating.
Ji Gang looked at her body hanging in the air, swaying slightly with the ropes, and thought smugly, "Hu Fenglou,
do you have a plan?"
Hu Fenglou weakly shook her head.
Ji Gang began to play with Hu Fenglou's lotus feet, finger after finger, slowly caressing her
flawless jade feet.
The moment Ji Gang's hand touched Hu Fenglou's lotus feet, her body trembled as if electrocuted. She herself
didn't understand why her feet were so easily touched. Of course, her lotus feet had only been touched
twice in her life. The first time was when she had just entered prison, and the second time was now. She began to moan, and her body began
to heat up. Even Prince Yu had never aroused her so easily. She hated the fat and thin men, hated Ji Gang, and hated her own useless
body even more. This was the flaw on Hu Fenglou's lotus feet; in modern terms, it was the sensitive area of her entire body.
Ji Gang played with them unhurriedly. So this was the feeling of touching a beautiful woman's jade feet—so wonderful, so exquisite. He had truly
lived in vain; he had been with so many women, but he had never properly played with a woman's feet. Looking at Hu Fenglou, who was moaning and whimpering under his hand
, his inner fire also blazed fiercely. He dragged Hu Fenglou, who was hanging in the air, over rather hastily. Extremely excited
, he thrust his penis into Hu Fenglou's jade gate, then grabbed her two lotus feet with one hand, gripping them tightly, and
began a wild, pounding motion…
Hu Fenglou was dragged to the edge of the torture table by Ji Gang's single hand, and she knew Ji Gang's despicable purpose. Although she was filled with shame and
indignation, her body, which was not in control, craved the rape.
The moment Ji Gang's penis entered her again without warning, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry that shamed her and
ecstatically pleased Ji Gang. As Ji Gang's thrusts became more and more frenzied and violent, Hu Fenglou completely forgot that she was
in the secret prison of the Blood Droplets, completely forgot that she was being raped by a despicable man, forgot her husband,
and forgot Guo Huai. Her mind was blank, her white body burning with desire, and she actually cooperated with Ji
Gang with all her might, twisting her alluring body to the rhythm of Ji Gang's thrusts…
Ji Gang was shocked to find that the woman he was raping on the torture table had turned into a wanton vixen. A seductive moan 　　escaped Hu Fenglou's lips
, her body writhing like a snake. He grew even more frenzied, his mind blank,
knowing only to exert all his strength, to thrust harder! As streams of heat surged into Hu Fenglou's body once more, she let out a series of heart-stirring 　　groans. At the same time, Ji Gang felt a surge of heat gushing from deep within Hu Fenglou's jade gate—Hu Fenglou had climaxed! 　　Both the rapist and the raped were stunned! Neither could believe that Hu Fenglou would 　　climax at this moment! 　　When Ji Gang shoved his penis, smeared with both his own and Hu Fenglou's bodily fluids, into Hu Fenglou's mouth, Hu Fenglou, 　　still burning with desire, obediently opened her mouth, swallowing Ji Gang's penis. This successfully aroused 　　Ji Gang's suspicion that Hu Fenglou had ulterior motives. He carefully channeled his inner energy, ready to intervene and subdue Hu Fenglou's 　　sudden movements. 　　Ji Gang was disappointed, yet satisfied. Hu Fenglou remained unmoved, instead skillfully using her cherry lips and pink tongue 　　to please the penis that had once brought her to the brink of ecstasy. She hadn't yet returned to reality from the excitement aroused by Ji Gang 　　; even Prince Yu had never made her so ecstatic! She temporarily forgot her shame, 　　forgot that Ji Gang was the one who had humiliated and raped her… 　　When Ji Gang's penis hardened again, he raped Hu Fenglou for the third time. Hu Fenglou had 　　calmed down from the frenzy Ji Gang had stirred in her. She no longer cooperated with any of Ji Gang's actions. She 　　felt immense shame for her earlier abandon and was plunged into deep guilt. Her heart was filled with hatred. She hated Ji Gang for making her lose her 　　senses, and she hated her own uncontrollable lust even more! She almost doubted whether she was a wanton woman. 　　Despite Ji Gang's repeated teasing, and Hu Fenglou's body once again aroused, Ji Gang could no longer find 　　the feeling he had just experienced. This greatly diminished the thrill of conquest he had just felt. A sense of resentment and malice welled up within him! 　　Ji Gang finished hastily, not even bothering to violate Hu Fenglou's lips, then pulled up his trousers, straightened his clothes, and ushered in...

Two men, one fat and one thin. He had lost all interest in torturing Hu Fenglou and ordered them to take him back to his cell.
V. The Mother and Her Two Daughters
Ji Gang faced Hu Fenglou, who was naked and kneeling unconscious on the double-layered torture platform, and was filled with rage and shame.
It was already the second day. Although it was pleasurable to abuse this pure and beautiful woman, he couldn't explain it to the Emperor
. Even the most beautiful woman would taste like cardboard. The fat man was removing the shackles from Hu Fenglou's swollen fingers, while
the thin man held a thin bamboo strip and gently patted it on his palm. He was looking at Hu Fenglou's swollen
buttocks and feet.
It seemed that Ji Gang's patience for pity was running out.
The Blood Droplet had many tortures that made people wish they were dead, but Ji Gang was still reluctant to do so. The hatred of losing an arm was hard to quell,
and besides, Hu Fenglou was a beauty of unparalleled grace. If he maimed or killed her, wouldn't he have nothing left to play with? But Hu Fenglou endured the torture and humiliation
without yielding. Ji Gang was instantly enraged.
He roared, "Come here!"
The fat man approached, "My lord."
"Make the prisoner's wife wear mourning clothes!"
The fat man was startled. He looked at Hu Fenglou's smooth, delicate skin and said with some reluctance, "My lord, if you make her wear mourning clothes
, her tender flesh will be ruined."
Ji Gang, in his anger, immediately regretted his words. Heeding the fat man's advice, he asked, "What do you think?"
"I dare not," the fat man bowed and said, "My lord, I've heard that the prisoner's wife is extremely filial..."
Ji Gang was greatly impressed, "Good! Good! Good!" He had a plan in mind.
Turning to the thin man, he said, "Go, bring this lowly servant's mother and sister here."
Without waiting for Ji Gang's orders, the fat man poured cold water on the unconscious Hu Fenglou and forced her to wear hemp shoes.
Hu Fenglou's swollen, red soles, chafed by the skinny man, were both painful and itchy from the bumps on her hemp shoes . Her legs buckled,
and she collapsed to her knees. The fat man paid no heed to Hu Fenglou's feelings, nor to whether she stood or knelt. He swiftly
grabbed her hands and bound them tightly with iron chains. Having just
endured the torture of having her fingers pinched, Hu Fenglou felt a piercing pain as her hands were gripped by the fat man. She couldn't help but scream in agony.
Hu Fenglou's screams had no effect on the fat man. He tightened the chains around her wrists,
locking her delicate wrists together. He then chained her slender waist. What chilled Hu Fenglou to the
bone was that this time, a wooden stick, about a foot long and as thick as a child's arm, covered in bumps at both ends, was threaded through the chains.
The fat man forced Hu Fenglou's legs apart and brutally inserted half of the wooden stick into her body. Although Hu Fenglou
clenched her teeth, she still couldn't suppress a painful groan. Besides the pain, there was also a strong stimulation that Hu
Fenglou found difficult to resist.
The iron chain passed between Hu Fenglou's legs and was pulled up from behind. Hu Fenglou was forced to raise her chained wrists above
her head and place them behind her neck. A chain with a wooden stick was used to fasten it. The fat man hooked the chain with his fingers, gently smoothing it,
satisfied with the tightness, before releasing Hu Fenglou.
He spread her knees, making her kneel on the ground. A phallus seemed to be erect on Fenglou's vulva.
Besides shame, Hu Fenglou felt a surge of fear. Who was the other half of the wooden stick for? Who else was to suffer
humiliation with her? Could it be…?
Her questions were quickly answered: a series of crackling and clanging sounds, and her mother, Wang Xiuyun, and younger sister, Hu Piaohong
, were brought in. Wang Xiuyun and Hu Piaohong were both dressed in prison clothes, their bare arms and legs exposed, bound behind their backs with iron chains
. The chains dug deep into their flesh, their jade-like wrists hanging high behind their backs.
Their breasts were bound together by two iron chains, the outlines of their nipples clearly visible even through the rough prison clothes,
indicating there was nothing underneath. Chains were also tightly wrapped around their waists, connecting to the chain around their hips, with iron rings on the hip chain
, revealing their private parts. Their beautiful, delicate bodies were naked, standing on wooden-soled, rope-bound prison shoes.
A pair of light, thin chain shackles locked their ankles. Wooden bridles were tied to their cherry-red mouths, and through their loose black hair, their tightly furrowed brows were clearly
visible.
The three women looked at each other, their faces flushed with a mixture of sorrow and shame. Hu Fenglou choked with sobs, tears
slowly streaming from his three beautiful phoenix eyes.
Without a word, the thin man pushed Wang Xiuyun backward onto the double-layered torture platform, unfastened the buttons of her prison clothes,
exposing her upper body. Each of her nipples was clamped with a nipple clamp. He removed the shackles from her ankles,
lifted the hem of her prison clothes, revealing her private parts. Then he spread her legs and chained them to her knees.
He unchained her crotch and pulled a club, dripping with vaginal fluid, from her mother's vulva. Hu Fenglou
was familiar with clubs; they were only about an inch long, covered in rough bumps. Having already suffered greatly from clubs,
seeing her mother's swollen vulva, dripping with vaginal fluid, filled her with anguish.
The thin man inserted the club into Hu Fenglou's mouth, threaded a rope through the iron ring at the back of the club, and
tied it tightly behind her head. Then he pushed Hu Fenglou in front of his mother, who was bound face-up on the execution platform.
The fat man wasn't idle either; he untied the chains binding Hu Piaohong, pressed her face-up onto the same
execution platform where Ji Gang had raped Hu Fenglou the previous day, and chained her limbs separately. Hu Piaohong lay helplessly
on the execution platform, her limbs spread apart, filled with shame and fear. Her phoenix eyes were tightly closed, her jade-like body trembling incessantly.
Ji Gang walked over sinisterly and coldly shouted at Hu Fenglou, who stood helplessly before his mother, "You criminal
, today I'll let you and your daughter have some fun. Don't disappoint me—"
Then he sneered at Hu Piaohong, who was chained to the execution platform, "Beauty, don't blame me. Blame it on
being born into the Hu family. Your sister had a great time on this platform yesterday; today, I'll let you have your fun too!" As he spoke, he used his
fingers to unfasten the buttons on Hu Piaohong's prison clothes, pulled open the collar, and roamed over her alabaster-like body. Her flushed body
trembled slightly, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.
Hu Fenglou finally understood the purpose of the exposed wooden stick. She stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to do:
how could she and her mother do such a filthy thing in front of these men who were worse than pigs and dogs!
Seeing that Hu Fenglou didn't move, the fat man was about to force himself on her when Ji Gang waved his one arm and said, "You, Hu Fenglou , will agree." Then, he said to the thin man, "Remove the nipple clamps from this old slut." After saying that, 　　he continued to enjoy Hu Fenglou's soft, flushed body
with his one hand.

The skinny man hurriedly stepped forward to remove the nipple clamps from Hu's mother. Wang Xiuyun's two dark red nipples were already engorged and swollen; removing
the clamps brought her a sense of relief.
"Where are your gold needles?" Ji Gang asked, fiddling with the nipple clamps on Hu Piaohong's nipples while staring at Hu Fenglou
.
The skinny man quickly took out his needle box: "How many, sir?"
"That depends on whether our Lady of the Imperial Decree is willing to do us the honor," Ji Gang sneered.
"Yes, sir, I understand." The skinny man immediately pulled out the gold needles and, using his hand to twist Hu's mother's swollen and hard nipples,
inserted the gold needles one by one. After inserting one, he stopped and glanced at Hu Fenglou. Seeing that Hu Fenglou showed no
intention of using the "stick," he picked up another gold needle and slowly inserted it into Hu's mother's nipple.
With each golden needle piercing her breast, Hu's mother trembled violently. Her long, slender legs, her jade-like
three-inch lotus feet, would straighten taut, and she would let out muffled moans from her cherry-like mouth, gagged with a mouthguard.
Hu Piaohong, on the execution platform, felt a pang of heartache, a deep connection with her mother.
Hu Fenglou watched her mother being tortured, each golden needle feeling like a stab to her own heart. She was a devoted mother; how
could she turn a blind eye to her mother's suffering! But yielding would also be an insult to her mother; how could Hu Fenglou decide?
Ji Gang, engrossed in the spectacle, ordered the fat man to bring several golden needles. He removed Hu Piaohong's nipple clamps and repeatedly twisted two fingers between
Hu Piaohong's slightly reddened nipples. A tingling, itchy pain emanated from Hu Piaohong's nipples, and her previously trembling
body began to shake violently as if electrocuted. Ji Gang was very satisfied with Hu Piaohong's reaction. Seeing Hu Piaohong
's two rose-colored nipples harden, he took a gold needle from the fat man's hand and slowly pierced it into Hu Piaohong's
tender nipples.
"Ah—" Hu Piaohong finally groaned loudly, the unprecedented stimulation from her nipples causing her delicate body
to tremble violently and her heart to pound wildly. Her snow-white body twisted, and the iron chains rattled loudly.
When the sixth gold needle pierced Hu's mother's nipple, Ji Gang also inserted the fourth gold needle into Hu Piaohong's nipple
. Watching her mother and sister tremble and groan incessantly, Hu Fenglou finally could no longer hold on. She
clenched the wooden rod in her mouth tightly, stepped forward, and aimed the exposed wooden rod between her legs at her mother's jade gate, silently chanting:
Mother, your daughter is unfilial, causing you not only to suffer, but also to be humiliated! With a forceful thrust of her lower body, she slowly pushed the wooden rod into her mother's body
.
Hu's mother's legs straightened again, her straight insteps trembling continuously. Hu Fenglou watched, her heart breaking, yet she still had to
slowly pull the wooden stick out of her mother's body. When it was being inserted, Hu Fenglou's sensations weren't so pronounced. Now,
as it was being pulled out, she immediately understood why the fat man had left the chains loose.
As the stick was pulled mostly out of her mother's body, it also moved out of her own. A tingling, itchy sensation came
from her lower body, quickly spreading throughout her entire body. Her delicate body went limp, her legs went weak, and she swayed involuntarily. Ji
Gang, standing beside her, watched Hu Fenglou with interest, urging, "Hurry! Continue!"
Hu Fenglou had no choice but to insert most of the stick back into her mother's body, and the part inside her own body followed suit
. Another tingling, itchy sensation spread from her vulva throughout her body… And so, mother and daughter faced each other, mutually "raping"…
As Hu Fenglou's pace quickened, her mother's body gradually adapted to the stimulation of the stick, her plump
body writhing like a snake on the torture platform.
Hu Fenglou looked at her mother's intense reaction, her heart filled with sorrow. She herself was also gradually becoming lost in the stimulation. Unconsciously,
she quickened the pace of the wooden stick's thrusts.
Ji Gang, his blood boiling, reached out and pulled the gold needles from Hu Piaohong's nipples
. He then began to frantically knead Hu Piaohong's breasts with a powerful, single palm. The indescribable sensations emanating from her breasts left the virgin Hu Piaohong
utterly bewildered. She couldn't distinguish between pain and something else; she only felt a wave of unprecedented
pleasure washing over her body, beyond the humiliation. Her body began to writhe violently, the chains binding her limbs
clanging loudly. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her breasts heaving with Ji Gang's force, and
from between her fragrant lips, she emitted intoxicating moans…
Ji Gang was overjoyed and finally lost control. Just as he was about to undress, someone came to report: "Lord Ji,
Young Master Fu has arrived."
Ji Gang was shocked. Fu Xiaoling! How did he know this place! He hurriedly ordered, "Quickly, block them!"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Xiaoling had already entered the torture chamber, holding a yellow silk ribbon, and shouted, "The imperial edict has arrived! Ji Gang, receive the edict
!"
Ji Gang and the others were caught off guard and immediately knelt on the ground. Hu Fenglou, upon seeing her son, was overwhelmed with shame and anger,
and fainted, her body pressing down on her mother. The golden needle on Hu's mother's nipple pierced her breast, but she was completely
unaware. Hu's mother also felt a sharp pain and fainted as well.
VI. The Demon-Subduing Pestle
When Hu Fenglou awoke, she found herself dressed in prison clothes. Her mother and sister were nowhere to be seen, and
the shameful instruments of torture had been removed. Her son, Xiaoling, had a pair of fierce tiger eyes staring at her face. Only then did she realize that
she was lying in her son's arms. The inhuman torture and humiliation of the past few days had left the strong and resolute Fenglou physically and mentally
exhausted. Upon seeing her son, she felt both wronged and warm. A soft "Ling'er" escaped her lips as she embraced her son
's strong frame, sobbing.
Xiao Ling's eyes burned with passion. He gently held the infinitely beautiful body in his arms, one hand slowly stroking his mother's disheveled
hair. Looking at his mother's snow-white neck, he finally couldn't resist touching it. His long-cherished wish, fulfilled after years of unrequited love,
had finally come true!
His mother's body trembled slightly in his arms, her arms tightening around her son. Xiao Ling's heart fluttered, and a certain
part of his body immediately changed. He couldn't help but cup his mother's haggard yet alluring face and kiss her. Feng
Lou's cherry lips parted slightly, welcoming her son's passionate kiss. Xiao Ling became frenzied, kissing the beauty in his arms wildly,
one hand involuntarily lifting the hem of his mother's pitifully short prison uniform, passionately and gently kneading her snow-
white, full buttocks.
Feng Lou cried out in surprise, finally snapping back to reality. The one embracing her wasn't "Jade Prince" Fu Yu Ling,
but her own son, Fu Xiao Ling! This was a shocking revelation: she had almost committed incest with her son! Fenglou hurriedly released
her arms from his waist and pushed him away forcefully. Not to mention that Fenglou had taken a drug that dissipated her internal energy, leaving her with no strength at all...
Even with her remaining skill, how much internal strength could she muster in this situation? This push not only had no effect, but seemed more like a reluctant
rejection.
Xiao Ling simply pressed his mother down onto the table, frantically tearing open the collar of her prison clothes,
showering her with kisses on her fair neck and shoulders. His hands, which had been gently caressing her buttocks, became rough. Feng Lou screamed incessantly,
pleading with her son to stop. But it was no use. Seeing her son on top of her, his eyes blazing with lust
, she suddenly felt something pressing against her lower body. Feng Lou knew what it was, and was so
ashamed she wanted to die. Heavens, her own son… Feng Lou panicked and unexpectedly bit her son's
shoulder.
Although Feng Lou had lost all her skill, biting was a human instinct, especially in her desperation; the
bite was quite hard. A sharp pain brought Xiao Ling's madness to a halt. But he didn't let go of his mother's hand
, his eyes still filled with wickedness, his face terrifying. Feng Lou felt a chill run down her spine. But
then, the thing Xiao Ling was pressing against her lower body moved again. Feng Lou, forgetting her son's expression, gasped and almost
screamed in exasperation, "You beast! I'm your own mother, and you don't even know basic human decency. You…"
*Slap!* A sharp sound rang out, and before Feng Lou could finish speaking, she received a heavy slap from her son. Feng Lou froze
, her eyes turning red. She didn't even think to wipe the blood slowly trickling from the corner of her mouth. From childhood to adulthood, she had never been touched
by a finger, and today she had been slapped by her own son!
Xiao Ling's face turned cold: "Shut up, you lowly servant!" Feng Lou almost thought she had misheard; her son had called her
a "lowly servant"!
"You are a banished wife of the Fu family, a wanted criminal by the court. How dare you claim to be the mother of this imperial envoy! Today, considering this is your first
offense, I will only punish you slightly. If you offend again, you will surely learn the methods of this imperial envoy!"
Feng Lou felt as if she had been frozen in ice and snow, and no longer had the courage to speak. Her son's words, though cold and ruthless, brought her back
to reality: this was the Red Lotus Temple—the secret location of the Blood Droplets. She was a wanted criminal for aiding and abetting rebellion, no longer a marquis's
wife. Abetting rebellion was a capital offense, punishable by the extermination of the entire family. Not only would she not escape death, but her mother, sister, and Yu Ru and her daughter
would also face the same fate. Moreover, her pure and innocent body had been defiled by that scoundrel Ji Gang. Just now, her son
had witnessed her engaging in illicit relations with her mother in court. Although it was forced, it was still against human ethics.
She finally understood: she had not only lost the title of a marquis's wife and the dignity of being a mother, but also
the dignity of being a chaste widow. Even if she died immediately, her body would not be pure. Besides, she could not die. She
was a wanted criminal, and her life and death were decided by the officials. If she died under mysterious circumstances, it would surely implicate the Fu family and
the son before her who didn't treat her like a mother at all! She could only live on in shame and humiliation! Thinking of this,
tears rolled down Feng Lou's face.
Seeing her mother's expression change rapidly before finally shedding tears, Xiao Ling understood: his mother would no longer reject him;
his mother had figured it out! He felt a surge of secret joy. However, his mother's attitude just now filled him with resentment; he
could finally do whatever he wanted with his mother! With this thought, he was no longer in a hurry. He released his grip on his mother's hand and
stood up straight.
Feng Lou was slightly taken aback when her son suddenly released her. She thought her son was torn between his desires and his conscience, giving up his
lust for her. Sure enough, her son coldly shouted, "You lowly servant, get up!"
Although there was no respect in his address, Feng Lou felt slightly relieved that her son had let her go. She rose from the table
, but before she could even steady herself, her son shouted, "You lowly servant, undress me!"
Fenglou's heart ached, her phoenix eyes burned, and tears streamed down her face again. Though heartbroken, Fenglou dared not disobey
her son's command. She slowly walked to his side and loosened his belt.
Seeing his mother obey, Xiaoling's anger subsided slightly. Love for his mother welled up again, and he reached out to
gently stroke her jade-like neck.
Although heartbroken, Fenglou dared not avoid her son's advances any longer. She gritted her teeth, enduring his cruel touch
. She silently removed his clothes one by one. Looking at her son's strong, smooth body, his erect penis
like a god's, she saw
that his father was known in the capital as "Jade Prince," and Xiaoling was the capital's undisputed "Jade
Gentleman." The current Fourth Princess, the stunningly beautiful Leng Wugou, was instantly captivated by Xiao Ling,
proving that Xiao Ling truly deserved the title of "Jade Gentleman." Although Hu Fenglou was Xiao Ling's biological mother, she had never seen her son
naked since he came of age. Upon seeing him now, though overcome with shame, she secretly praised him: "My son truly deserves the title of Jade Gentleman!" A thought
flashed through her mind, and she felt a surge of heat.
Xiao Ling noticed his mother's neck was flushed red, and where he touched it was noticeably hot. He looked down and secretly rejoiced: "
Although Mother is nearing the age of womanhood, her shy demeanor makes her seem like a virgin." His affection for her deepened. He couldn't help but recall
the time when his mother was taken away from home by Ji Gang and the others. A surge of warmth welled up within him, and he gently lifted his mother's chin: "Go, bring me
the 'Phoenix-Binding Rope' from my pocket." Fenglou didn't know what her son meant, but dared not ask further. She knelt on the ground and found a bundle of 　　ropes, about the thickness of a thumb, entirely black,
in her pocket .
Even with Fenglou's extensive knowledge, she couldn't discern what the black rope was made of. She couldn't help but look
up at her son, her eyes seemingly asking: What is this for? Xiaoling raised an eyebrow, and though he didn't speak, his outstretched
hand seemed to tell Fenglou: Quickly, bring me the black rope! Fenglou was about to rise when her son's sharp gaze swept over her,
filling her with fear. She quickly crawled to her son's feet, bowed her head, and offered him the black rope.
Xiaoling grabbed the "Phoenix-Binding Rope" and pulled Fenglou up with his other hand. Before Fenglou could think further, the black rope was already
coiled around her. While binding his mother, he said smugly, "You lowly servant, this is the
'Phoenix-Binding Rope' that I specially prepared for you. It's a treasure from the Imperial Palace, said to have been brought from overseas by the Belgian missionary Johann Adam Schall von Bell during the reign of the Holy Ancestor.
It's impervious to water, fire, and swords. " " His Majesty has sent me to investigate your case of aiding and abetting the rebellion, and has granted me permission to choose
any weapon from the Imperial Treasury. I chose this one specifically for you, you wretched servant. How about it, are you satisfied?" With that, Xiao Ling
had bound Feng Lou tightly.
Feng Lou was shocked, furious, resentful, and ashamed. She was shocked by her son's skillful technique, his expertise in this area; furious that her son
kept calling her a "wretched servant," his tone implying she was merely a plaything; and resentful of his ruthless methods.
He showed no pity or concern for Fenglou's suffering; what shamed him was that his son had even allowed the black rope to support his breasts,
making them irritatingly prominent.
Xiao Ling, oblivious to his mother's complex thoughts, circled Fenglou, admiring her
alluring beauty as she was bound. He thought to himself: "Those fools of the Blood Droplets, they've created so many complicated and impractical
instruments of torture. They take so long to put on someone, and removing them is equally tedious. How can they compare to my
'Phoenix-Binding Rope,' which I can use anytime, anywhere?"
Looking at his mother's full yet graceful figure, her shoulders pulled back by the rope, her breasts high and shapely
; her beautiful face, her brows furrowed, her pain clearly visible, naturally aroused his desire. Moving
behind his mother, seeing her jade-like wrists crossed and suspended high behind her, her snow-white hands clenched into fists, he felt
a surge of lust.
He pulled his mother into his arms from behind. His arms encircled her breasts, supported by black ropes, and his hands pressed against her
soft yet firm breasts, caressing them through her prison clothes. His lips rained down
on her cheeks and neck. Fenglou was overcome with shame and anger, but dared not resist, allowing her son to take liberties with her. Looking at
his mother's angry yet shy expression, Xiaoling's desire intensified. He pulled open the prison clothes, forcefully spreading them apart. Fenglou's breasts
were immediately exposed, and Xiaoling's thumb and forefinger gently pinched them.
Fenglou let out a soft moan, finally responding. Her fists loosened, scratching Xiaoling's chest forcefully, her previously
tense body softening. Xiaoling twisted Fenglou's body around, his hands slipping under the hem of her prison clothes, which barely covered her buttocks
, and pulled his mother into his arms. He lowered his head and began to lick her pink nipples alternately with his tongue.
The male body below pressed against his mother's thighs, eager to try.
Fenglou was deeply ashamed, tightly closing her phoenix eyes, but unable to suppress her soft moans and gasps.
Xiaoling licked his mother's breasts with relish for a while, then looked up and saw his mother's embarrassed state, and couldn't help but sneer:
"You lowly servant, this isn't the first time I've suckled your breasts, what's there to be ashamed of!"
Fenglou never dreamed that her son would say such a shocking thing. She naturally knew that when her son said "not the first
time," he meant the act of breastfeeding when she was a child. Although she was in a state of shame and anger, she found it strangely funny, but she also hated that her son
called her a "lowly servant," so she couldn't help but glare at her son.
Xiaoling saw his mother's angry and ashamed expression, and at the same time, a hint of a smile flashed in her beautiful eyes, and he was completely captivated. He stopped
teasing his mother, laid her face up on the table, lifted the hem of her pitifully short prison skirt, held her thighs
to his waist, and with a slight lowering of his body, thrust his male body into his mother's jade cave.
Although Fenglou was already a mother, she hadn't been intimate with her husband for a long time. The moment her son entered her,
she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. She couldn't help but let out a long moan. Hearing this, Xiaoling's lust intensified,
and he immediately began to thrust forcefully. The room was instantly filled with Fenglou's moans following the rhythm of Xiaoling's thrusts…
She didn't know how much time had passed; Fenglou had already climaxed twice, but her son showed no sign of stopping. Fenglou was secretly
astonished: How could Ling'er, unmarried, possess such formidable bedroom skills? Even her husband, with his superb internal strength, couldn't match
Ling'er's stamina; Ling'er was almost at the level of "unyielding stamina." In truth, the so-called "unyielding stamina"
was something Fenglou had only heard her close friends talk about in private; how could these wealthy ladies truly understand it?
She was merely speculating.
With her son's almost frenzied thrusts, Fenglou entered another blissful state. In a daze, he heard a woman's shameful,
plaintive cries, interspersed with pleas of "I want it! I want it!" Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed into his body,
truly like parched land receiving rain, nourishing his heart.
Xiao Ling looked at his mother, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, still murmuring "I want it," and felt a surge
of contempt. He grabbed his mother, who was slumped on the table, and pulled her up with his right hand. He saw several scratches on the table, knowing they were
from his mother's bound hands. Looking at her fingers, he saw blood seeping from several fingernails. His disdain deepened
. He dragged his mother to a chair and sat down himself. His right hand loosened, and Feng Lou, still bound hand and foot,
immediately collapsed to the ground.
"You lowly wench, I really thought you were so virtuous and chaste. Turns out you're nothing but a coward!" Xiao Ling poked at her mother
's panting chest with her toes, continuing coldly, "Kneel properly! You were shouting and yelling just now, even scratching the table.
Don't lie here pretending to be dead!"
Hearing her son's disdain, Feng Lou felt as if struck by lightning, her eyes flashing with stars. What a tragedy!
What sins had she committed to deserve this retribution? Shame and grievance mingled in her chest. She felt a heat in her chest, a
sweet taste in her mouth, and with a "whoosh," a mouthful of blood gushed from her cherry lips.
Xiao Ling, seeing this, was horrified. She quickly knelt down, embracing her mother, and cried
out, "Feng'er!" At the same time, she placed her hand on her mother's chest, channeling her inner energy into her.
Seeing her son's genuine emotion, Feng Lou felt greatly comforted. At the same time, her son's cry of "Feng'er" brought her to her senses,
finally making her understand his thoughts: it turned out that Ling'er had long harbored improper thoughts about her, and "Feng'er" had probably
been called out to her at least nine thousand times, if not ten thousand, in her heart. Otherwise, that cry of "Feng'er" wouldn't have escaped her lips at this moment
. If she weren't a wanted criminal, how would she know about Ling'er's illicit affair?
Thinking of her status as a wanted criminal, she immediately understood the reason for Ling'er's harsh words towards her. Since the sins were her own doing
, she would leave it to fate. A few thoughts flashed through her mind, and she tried to exert herself. Fortunately, it was just a case of anger and frustration;
spitting out a mouthful of blood actually made her feel much better. She struggled to get up from her son's embrace, obediently knelt down, lowered her head, and
said with difficulty, as if groaning, "This criminal has been unruly; please, Young...Young Marquis, punish me."
Upon hearing her mother's words, it was Fu Xiaoling's turn to be stunned. How could Feng'er have changed so quickly? He never dreamed
that his cry of "Feng'er" would have such a profound effect. Silently, he wiped the blood from Fenglou's mouth and tidied her disheveled
hair. Seeing that his mother was indeed alright, he sat back down in his chair. It seemed that his thoughts
were clearing as he combed his mother's hair, and he regained his cold demeanor. His mother's request for punishment reminded him of
the reason for his earlier anger, so he coldly said, "Feng'er, since you want me to punish you, I heard you uttering 'want' nonsense just now
, so now I'll punish you by making you 'want' it out of my mouth."
With that, he pointed to his once again erect and throbbing body.
Fenglou was comforted to hear that her son hadn't called her a "lowly servant." But upon hearing his "punishment,"
she felt both ashamed and guilty. She realized she must have been in the heat of the moment, her seductive manner revealing her true nature, and her words flowing freely. She looked up, following
her son's finger, and was startled: how could Ling'er have regained his virility so quickly? She slowly crawled
forward, hesitantly taking her son's penis into her mouth, tentatively
biting it with her teeth, occasionally glancing at him. Seeing no objection, she began to exert herself fully.
Fenglou was exhausted, her teeth aching and her cheeks numb, but her son showed no reaction. She was both amazed by his prowess in this area
and utterly exhausted. She could only release what was in her mouth, her face flushed with shame, and said, "Young Marquis, this woman is
incompetent. Please punish me otherwise." Calling her son "Young Marquis" had been difficult to say earlier,
but the second time it came out much more easily.
Seeing his mother's shy demeanor, Xiao Ling's heart stirred, and love welled up
within him. He reached out to help her up, embracing her again. "Alright," he said, "considering your efforts, I'll let you off this time. But from now on,
you don't need to call yourself 'the wicked woman' in front of me; just call me 'Feng'er.'"
Feng Lou, flattered and overwhelmed, nestled in her son's arms. Hearing his words, she dared not move. She could only remain nestled in his
embrace, softly replying, "Yes, 'Feng'er obeys.'" She appeared extremely submissive.
Xiao Ling was overjoyed and gently stroked his mother's jade-like cheeks and fair neck, asking with a smile, "Feng'er, would you like to know
the secret to my ability to control the rain and clouds at will?"
Seeing that her son spoke of this without shame, and even with considerable pride, Feng Lou felt a pang of sadness. But she dared not show it,
replying, "Feng'er, Feng'er…" She was at a loss for words; how could she allow her mother to express such a shameful matter
in front of her son!
Seeing her mother's renewed embarrassment, Xiao Ling didn't press her further, saying directly, "This is all thanks to Feng'er."
(Feng Lou quickly replied, "Feng'er wouldn't dare.") "I applied the power of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, which Feng'er had taught me, to my male yang, hence
this wonder."
Feng Lou felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this. The Demon-Subduing Pestle was a secret internal skill passed down by the Hu family. Once mastered, it was astonishing,
truly possessing the power to subdue demons and monsters. However, it was a pure yang internal skill, difficult for women to master. Therefore, Feng Lou only reached
60% mastery before making further progress. Even so, before his skill dissipated, Feng Lou was virtually unmatched in the world. Xiao Ling,
having started with a pure yang body, progressed quite quickly. After losing her virginity, she was unlikely to achieve much.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ling used this skill for sexual pleasure and found it quite beneficial. By sheer luck, it aligned perfectly with the pure yang method, and
with the assistance of a woman's yin essence, she avoided the risk of going astray. As a result, Xiao Ling's internal energy progressed rapidly. Xiao Ling, however
, was oblivious to the underlying principles and paid no attention. She only treated this method as a form of sexual pleasure, and thus never mastered the Vajra Pestle. This, in turn, made
Fu Xiao Ling the most renowned woman in the imperial palace during the reigns of both Yongzheng and Qianlong. But that's a story for later, so let's leave it at that.
Now, let's talk about Feng Lou, who lamented inwardly: The Hu family's secret technique, used by her son to humiliate her—truly retribution from a past life. It
seems fate has its own arrangements, beyond human control.
Since she was already dying, she might as well accept her son's whims. She sighed, "Heaven's will! It seems Feng'er is destined to belong to the young marquis." With a face full of
shame, she nestled in her son's arms.
Xiao Ling's single word "Feng'er" made her mother submit, and this mention of the "Vajra Pestle" made her completely devoted. This was something
she hadn't anticipated. Hearing his mother's sigh, he was naturally overjoyed. His dissatisfaction with his mother immediately vanished
. He tightened his grip, holding his mother close, about to kiss her again, when he saw her brows
furrow, her face pale, and she cried out in pain.
Xiao Ling then remembered: Feng'er was still firmly bound by the Phoenix-Binding Rope. With such force, how could Feng'er not be
in pain? He quickly untied his mother, and saw the rope marks clearly visible on her jade-like skin, her two snow-
white hands already red and purple. He felt a pang of pity. He immediately used his internal energy to massage her, and not only did the numbness and soreness in Feng Lou's shoulders and arms disappear in an instant, but
the rope marks also vanished. Feng Lou was amazed by the purity of her son's internal energy; on the other hand, under her son's caresses,
she became as soft as a snow lion melting in a fire!
Seeing his mother's body limp and alluring, Xiao Ling's lust was reignited. He made
her face him, parted her legs, and straddled him, preparing to lift the hem of her prison uniform for a second round of pleasure.
Feng Lou, of course, understood her son's intentions, and was both ashamed and terrified. She was exhausted, having been tortured and humiliated by Ji Gang for days
, and had just been worn down by her son's actions. She was utterly powerless to resist, and
a sense of dread filled her. Just
as Xiao Ling was about to penetrate her, he noticed his mother's pale face and fear. Knowing she couldn't bear a second
round, he couldn't bear it and pulled her into his arms, kissing her haphazardly. But in her heart she was thinking:
I should have kept my aunt and grandmother here earlier, now…
Fenglou, unaware of her son's thoughts, saw the sullen look on his face and stammered, “Young Marquis,
although my frail body cannot bear your favor, I dare not be stingy; but you should also take care of your precious body,
it is not worth it for me…”
Xiaoling sneered, “Fenglou does not know, I have been with several women in one night without getting tired, but seeing that you are not
able to bear it, I could not bear to torture you.”
Hearing this, Fenglou was moved by her son's pity and forgot her shame for a moment. She stretched out her arms, hugged her son, and
kissed him on the lips. Seeing that her son was quite happy, she blushed and said timidly, “My lord,
although I am unable to enjoy your favor, my lowly body can still bear the Phoenix Binding Rope. If you like it, I am willing…”
Xiaoling nodded in satisfaction, he had the same idea. So he grabbed the black rope, helped his mother up, and
bound her tightly again .
Fenglou could feel that her son had shown mercy this time; he hadn't tied her wrists as high as before,
nor had he tightened the rope as much, only preventing Fenglou from breaking free. However, he hadn't spared Fenglou's
breasts, leaving them exposed even without closing her clothes. After binding her, although Xiaoling could no longer
reconcile with his mother, he couldn't let go of her breasts. So he bit, pinched, kissed, and rubbed them.
Exhausted, Fenglou fell into a deep sleep amidst her son's play.
Xiaoling stared blankly at his sleeping mother in his arms, a mischievous smile suddenly appearing on his face. He got up and...
Gently placing her on the table, she laid her mother on her side, gathering her long 　　, loose hair
. She was about to untie a section of the phoenix-binding rope to tie her hair behind her neck when she noticed her mother's still-frowning brows in her sleep, her exquisite face bearing a hint of weariness and allure. Xiao Ling was increasingly captivated by her beauty, murmuring, "Feng'er is truly a peerless beauty, 　　every part of her is beautiful!" 　　Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling smiled bitterly: what did she mean by "every part of her is beautiful"? She had never seen 　　Feng'er completely naked. So she gently flattened her mother's soft body, and her mother murmured softly, remaining asleep. Xiao 　　Ling carefully loosened the phoenix-binding rope, then laid her mother face up on the table. The upper half of her prison uniform 　　was already open, with only the waist fasteners remaining. Xiao Ling unfastened the fasteners, and the prison uniform silently fell open. 　　In truth, even without removing her prison uniform, Feng Lou was already half-naked. Xiao Ling still removed 　　the barely covering prison clothes from his mother, and laid her back in a side-lying position before carefully admiring the "Phoenix Sleeping" 　　painting around the table. 　　His mother's long hair, once silky and smooth, had become dull and lifeless after several days of neglect; her face was haggard, 　　her brows furrowed—the result of days of inhuman torture. As for her snow-white skin and jade-like body, this was thanks to the fact that she 　　hadn't been in prison long, and Ji Gang, captivated by Feng Lou's beauty, hadn't inflicted any harmful torture on her. Furthermore , 　　the two guards, one fat and one thin, would cleanse Feng Lou daily, preventing any damage to her delicate body. 　　If Xiao Ling's earlier statement that his mother was beautiful from head to toe was merely wishful thinking, then this repetition 　　was undoubtedly from the heart. He stroked his mother's neck and feet as if caressing a fragile piece of jade, 　　and looking at her flawless feet, he couldn't help but gently hold them in his hands, bending down to kiss them softly. The mother 　　's legs twitched, and she let out a soft murmur in her sleep. 　　Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and his face turned ashen 　　…

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