Fallen petals, a nightmare of first crimson.

The day after the assassination, the court assembly was temporarily changed from a small session to a large one. Wu Zheng was among those attending.

He guessed that the Emperor had also followed the clues and discovered that the assassination of Han Guiyan was carried out by the Dark Fragrance Remnant gang.

This matter should not be publicized, but the assassination of the capital's garrison was a major event. Combined, Wu Zheng witnessed a somewhat comical side of the court meeting.

The Emperor shouted and yelled, his anger blazing, while several powerful ministers were trembling with fear, clamoring for death. Their attitudes were sincere, their stances clear, and their slogans were deafening, but no concrete plans or actions were seen. All of this was obviously an act for the uninformed officials and common people. The Emperor's eyes were surrounded by dark circles; he must have hadn't slept well the night before, perhaps having already decided everything in the Imperial Study. Wu Zheng wasn't qualified to participate in the secret meeting, but he was somewhat curious about how the Dark Fragrance Remnant gang would be dealt a swift and decisive blow. The fact that Anxiang Lingluo had acted so recklessly actually put Wu Zheng at ease. The sooner this gang of traitors was wiped out, the sooner he could have peace of mind.

The crossbow bolt that pierced Qu Yuxiang's shoulder had been taken by Tu Chong, but it had been in Han Guiyan's hands for some time, and she had taken a portion to keep as a sample. Wu Zheng asked for half a fingernail-sized piece of dried powder, wrapped it tightly in layers, and put it in his sleeve along with the other miscellaneous items. After court, he hesitated several times but ultimately did not go to the inner palace.

Yu Longyan's ability to make poison was truly astonishing, and Wu Zheng kept his promise and did not tell anyone about it. He had originally wanted to take the poison powder to her to see, perhaps she could find some new clues. However, the once desolate and deserted Tianze Palace, and the concubine who was powerless and bullied by everyone, now filled Wu Zheng with a deep sense of fear and doubt.

Ignorance is bliss, Wu Zheng often thought of this saying lately. Did that stunningly beautiful Yu Longyan harbor some unspeakable secret, or harbor some unspeakable motive towards him? The more Wu Zheng interacted with her, the more he felt she was not simple.

************ After returning to the North City government office in the afternoon, Wu Zheng was about to take a short rest when Zhang Liuqiao rushed in to report: "Sir, Master Mu Jingyao, the leader of the Yunlong Sect, requests an audience." "Oh? Please come in quickly." He had originally arranged to meet Master Mu with Qu Yuxiang, but unexpectedly, he came to visit first. Wu Zheng thought that Qu Yuxiang was seriously injured and had been reinstated as the Chief Constable of the Capital by imperial decree, so it was only natural for Mu Jingyao to come to Chengdu. However, his visit to the North City government office was somewhat unexpected.

Since he was at the North City government office, it was official business. Mu Jingyao held no official position; although his seniority in the martial arts world was higher than Wu Zheng's, he was still a commoner. After a moment's thought, Wu Zheng simply waited for him at the back gate.

"Lord Wu, I've long heard of your illustrious name! This humble citizen is Mu Jingyao." Mu Jingyao arrived accompanied by Zhang Liuqiao, surrounded by more than ten people, displaying an impressive presence.

Wu Zheng smiled, cupped his hands in greeting, and gestured for him to enter, saying, "Mr. Mu, you are too kind. Your reputation is renowned far and wide. Your presence at the Beicheng Prefectural Government is an honor for me. Please come in, Mr. Mu." Both the Yunlong Sect and the name Mu Jingyao carried considerable prestige. Wu Zheng was surprised to find that this top-tier eleventh-rank expert was short and stocky, with a rather sleazy face, except for his disproportionately large eyes. He remained unsmiling from the moment he saw him, yet his oddly shaped and somewhat sleazy appearance was undeniably amusing.

After the yamen runners brought tea, Mu Jingyao, without exchanging pleasantries, swept his large eyes over the crowd and said, "Lord Wu, I have something to say. Please dismiss everyone." "Is that so?" Seeing that Mu Jingyao's face remained cold and unfriendly, Wu Zheng waved his hand without fear and said, "Please leave first. I have a private conversation with Mr. Mu." Seeing Wu Zheng's composure and lack of stage fright on their first meeting, Mu Jingyao couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "What a presence! The top disciple of Kunlun truly lives up to his reputation." "What does Mr. Mu wish to say?" Wu Zheng gestured for tea and asked with a smile.

"Please forgive me, Lord Wu. I recently received a message from my apprentice, Qu Yuxiang, saying that you summoned me. I was on my way to the capital to meet you when I learned that my apprentice had been attacked and seriously injured. After arriving in the capital, I inquired with the Ministry of Justice and other officials, but they were all vague on the matter. My apprentice is too badly injured to be disturbed, so I wanted to ask you, Lord Wu, if there is any inside story about my apprentice's injury?" "What is the inside story? I do not know." Wu Zheng couldn't help but smile again. Mu Jingyao's brows were furrowed, and his large eyes shot out a sharp light. His serious demeanor was quite comical. Wu Zheng suppressed his embarrassment and could only express his laughter through a friendly smile. "I only sent Constable Qu to congratulate Commander Han on his inauguration.

Constable Qu and Commander Han have always been close, so he went ahead of time, only to encounter the assassination attempt. Constable Qu and I are both in the North City government office, and I am deeply saddened by this. But I believe she is a lucky person and will be safe and sound." "These commoners know this! What I want to know is, who dared to attack Commander Han in broad daylight? With Blood-Clad Guardian Han, Commander Han is brave and skilled, and my disciple's martial arts are also quite good. How could the assassin have forced Commander Han into such a sorry state and seriously injured my beloved disciple?" Mu Jingyao's large eyes blazed, forcing Wu Zheng to wipe his face, smooth his smile, and reveal a pained expression. "I don't know. I wish I could tear these villains who wreak havoc on the Great Qin to pieces. If I knew, how could I let them go so easily?" "Lord Wu, are you trying to hide this from me?" Mu Jingyao's large eyes widened, and he slowly said, "May I ask, Lord Wu, recently you ordered my apprentice to participate in the suppression and capture of the bandits, and Commander Han also led troops to oversee the operation. Is there any connection between these events? Do you really not know?" Wu Zheng, who was struggling to suppress his laughter with a troubled expression, greatly reduced his contempt upon hearing this. These events were known throughout the land; those who didn't know were merely remnants of the fallen Anxiang dynasty. Mu Jingyao could make a rough connection from this fragmented information; the leader of the Yunlong Sect was indeed no ordinary person.

"Mr. Mu is asking too many questions," Wu Zheng sipped his tea and answered vaguely.

Mu Jingyao's eyes lit up, and he changed the subject, saying, "I apologize for my rudeness. My disciple's suppression of the bandits within the sect is also a meritorious deed. I once asked my disciple about this, but he said that Your Excellency forbade me to speak of it. Yunlong Sect has no other sects, but those who have rendered meritorious service will be rewarded, and their deeds must be registered and recorded for posterity, to demonstrate Yunlong Sect's loyalty to the country and its righteousness in helping the weak and punishing the strong! I wonder if Your Excellency could tell me a little about this?" "Of course, of course!" Wu Zheng said with a smile, "It's not a big deal, but this matter is still in progress, so I have strictly ordered that no word be leaked to avoid alerting the enemy. Mr. Mu, do you really want to hear it?" The two finally got to the point after much beating around the bush. Qu Yuxiang had already conveyed Wu Zheng's intention to see Mu Jingyao, so his plans were likely to be revealed. The current situation was indeed complex and complicated, no wonder Mu Jingyao couldn't sit still and came to the capital. Qu Yuxiang's personal matter was no bigger than the future of Yunlong Sect.

"I would like to hear the details!" Mu Jingyao choked back a sob and continued, "This humble subject would not dare to trouble Lord Wu. Please, sir, conceal my involvement with the rebels. If there are any other inconveniences, please speak to me, Lord Wu." It's so comfortable talking to a smart person. Mu Jingyao's words were veiled, but in reality, they revealed his stance. He seemed extremely interested in the Dark Fragrance Remnant rebels. Just as Wu Zheng had predicted, for these sects, participating in the suppression of the rebels was a perfect opportunity to curry favor with the court without getting too deeply involved in the turbulent political landscape.

Merit could be a stepping stone to advancement, or a safeguard for future self-preservation—a win-win situation.

"Is Sect Leader Mu speaking on behalf of the Cloud Dragon Sect, or is this your own opinion?" Wu Zheng remained unmoved; the matter was too complex to ignore, and he had to get to the bottom of it.

"I can make the decision regarding the Yunlong Sect."

"Alright! Sect Leader, you are a man of few words, so I will speak frankly." Wu Zheng had resumed his Jianghu identity, and since then, from the moment Anxiang Lingluo ambushed the Qin envoy and humiliated the Kunlun Sect, to the recent sealing of Huanhua Tower and the conquest of Qiluo Mountain, he had revealed the Kunlun Sect's intention to lead the gathering of Jianghu heroes to jointly deal with Anxiang Lingluo. This matter could not involve the imperial court; it was entirely a spontaneous action by the Jianghu sects.

"Phew!" Mu Jingyao breathed a sigh of relief after listening to Wu Zheng's account and asked, "Lord Wu, is what you said your intention?

Or is it the intention of your sect's Headmaster Xi?"

"My master is busy with countless affairs in Liangzhou; how could he have time to deal with such a trivial matter?" Wu Zheng laughed. "If I had to wait for my master to speak on matters of punishing evil and protecting the sect and the nation, I would be too incompetent." Mu Jingyao considered himself to be the first person to come and discuss this matter with Wu Zheng, and his question was a way of elevating his status. No matter how popular Wu Zheng was, he was still a junior. Mu Jingyao wanted to be ranked alongside Xi Banlou, but Wu Zheng saw through his intentions instantly and shut him down with a single sentence: "If you want to talk, talk to me. You want to be on equal footing with Master? My brother, you're dreaming."

"A great teacher produces a great student!" Mu Jingyao praised, rising to his feet. "When the Kunlun Sect raises its voice in celebration one day, please inform them in advance! Farewell." After seeing Mu Jingyao off, Wu Zheng curled his lip. Ultimately, everyone has their own thoughts, and even if both sides are willing to cooperate, it's not so easy to reach an agreement. What is this today? An agreement of intent? What does that even mean? Nothing at all! If the dishes on the table weren't lavish enough, they might not have come. As for the fact that this Yunlong Sect Master only mentioned Qu Yuxiang briefly and didn't bring it up again, he wondered what his intentions were! If something happened to him, the Kunlun Sect certainly wouldn't ask so many questions so easily.

****************************************** Wu Zheng had already received verbal replies from the heads of both families regarding the marriage agreement between Gu Bufan and Lu Feiyan. Now, all that remained was for the official documents to be finalized, at which point Lu Feiyan would no longer be bound by the cage. However, the face of both families was also a major issue, and the method needed to be carefully considered; it couldn't be rushed. When the dust settles, Wu Zheng eagerly anticipates Lu Feiyan's relieved, sweet smile and inevitable tenderness.

A month passes quickly, and a special "guest" arrives at the North City government office at midday.

Qu Yuxiang's face is still pale and bloodless. Although the wound on her shoulder has healed, the newly grown flesh is a striking red, a stark contrast to her fair skin. Her neck and shoulder movements are much slower and less fluid than before; her martial arts skills will require considerable time and consistent training to fully recover. The physical abilities of the people in this world are truly remarkable, far surpassing those of the world Wu Zheng came from.

The excruciating pain of the severe injury felt like her neck and shoulder had been ripped open—unbearable for the human body. In the moment before she fainted, a strange, secret joy welled up in Qu Yuxiang's mind! Having survived this life-risking rescue, perhaps she could have a chance to open Yan'er's heart and let the loneliness of over ten years vanish. "Hmph, I saved you with my life, but did Wu Zheng save you?"

However, reality was far crueler than she imagined. Han Guiyan's perfunctory attitude and evasive eyes said it all. Qu Yuxiang smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking, "I went too far. It's not Yan'er's fault. The one who's hateful is that Wu guy, hateful!" Cursing Wu Zheng a couple of times, Qu Yuxiang sighed softly. No matter how much she resented Wu Zheng, she still had to see him today. Not only because of the sect leader's decree, but also because, after much thought, given Han Guiyan's mindset, Wu Zheng's method was indeed the only feasible way. She absolutely could not go to the Han residence again. If pushed too far, Han Guiyan might resort to extreme measures to repay the favor and never see her again. Besides, Qu Yuxiang knew that her actions were only putting him in a difficult position. Since

a lifelong commitment was hopeless, being able to spend time together in another way was a temporary solution. Qu Yuxiang's face suddenly flushed red as she thought of Yan'er's tall, healthy figure, and the alluring breasts and buttocks beneath her clothes. If she were willing to let herself kiss and touch her, it would be a fulfillment of her long-cherished wish. Then, her delicate brows furrowed, a look of nausea washing over her, and her face turned pale. Thinking about all the things she had to endure for all this, it was truly unbearable, making her want to slit her own throat.

The Beicheng government office remained unchanged, except that today Zhang Liuqiao, leading a group of officials, waited at the entrance.

Watching Qu Yuxiang, dressed in new clothes, alight from her sedan chair, Zhang Liuqiao was filled with emotion.

Wu Zheng's beating of Yu Huajie angered the Emperor, and the entire Beicheng Prefecture suffered the consequences, losing their great achievement.

Zhang Liuqiao had been eagerly anticipating the rewards after investigating the Anxiang Lingluo case, but Wu's foolish actions had dashed those hopes, leaving him resentful. However, having already joined the Kunlun faction, there was no turning back. After calming down and reflecting, he understood Wu's true intentions and, though feeling regretful, accepted it.

Now, seeing Qu Yuxiang reinstated so quickly after her demotion, he felt both envious and secretly pleased that he had followed the right person. This was a fleeting opportunity, but with Wu's extraordinary luck, there was no fear of being trapped.

However, he didn't understand why Wu, who was usually indifferent to official rank, had suddenly become aloof and hadn't come out to greet him, instead instructing the constable Qu to come to the back hall for a meeting.

"Chief Constable Qu!" Zhang Liuqiao bowed repeatedly to Qu Yuxiang, saying, "Congratulations! Your injuries haven't diminished your heroic spirit, and now you've been reinstated. It's truly a double blessing!" "Lord Zhang," Qu Yuxiang returned the bow slightly, saying, "I've received much care and support from Lord Zhang and my colleagues here. I'm very reluctant to leave, but I cannot disobey the imperial decree and must return to the Jingzhao Prefecture. Please forgive my ingratitude." "Chief Constable Qu, you flatter me. Please come inside." After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Liuqiao accompanied Qu Yuxiang into the government office, saying,

"Lord Wu is waiting in the back hall. He instructed the Chief Constable to come over when he has free time." As the registrar, Zhang Liuqiao was always mature and prudent, so he was simply relaying Wu Zheng's words. It wasn't an invitation, nor was it necessary; it was just a matter of coming over occasionally, indicating that Wu Zheng wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the matter. Qu Yuxiang was annoyed by the cold attitude but didn't want to show it in public, so she nodded lightly and said, "Alright, I'll see Lord Wu when I have time." "We're colleagues after all, it's only right to say goodbye," Zhang Liuqiao said with a smile. The two disliked each other, but even though Qu Yuxiang had regained her position as chief constable, she was still a clerk, and Zhang Liuqiao had already decided on Wu Zheng, so offending Qu Yuxiang was a necessary choice.

The two walked a few more steps side by side, and Qu Yuxiang sighed inwardly and said leisurely, "Lord Zhang is right. I should first inform Lord Wu of my departure from the North City government office." She instructed her attendants to help pack her belongings in the mansion, and then walked alone towards the back hall.

When the female voice announced her departure at the door, Wu Zheng was not surprised. He first calmed himself down before lazily getting up and dressing. After a long while, he said, "Please come in." Qu Yuxiang's face was frosty, and it took a lot of effort for her to restrain her temper from beating Wu Zheng. Entering the cold, quiet room, without even a sip of hot tea, she finally snapped, "You summoned me, and then made me wait so long, what is the meaning of this?" Wu Zheng sat down behind the long table, listlessly glancing up at her, and said, "I didn't tell you you had to come. I'm taking a short rest, do you expect me to see you naked? Heh, no matter how handsome I am, you won't even look at me." "You…" Qu Yuxiang was furious, her heart pounding, her eyes reddening, and she said coldly, "I've come to say goodbye. I'll be returning to my post in the Jingzhao Prefecture tomorrow. Do you have anything else to say?" Wu Zheng raised his chin and said, "Good news! Congratulations on your promotion, Chief Constable Qu. I have nothing to say to you, do you have anything else to say?" "No!" Qu Yuxiang angrily flung her sleeves and turned to leave, but as she reached the door, Wu Zheng's voice came again, "Please close the door properly." Qu Yuxiang's long-suppressed anger could no longer be contained. She suddenly turned around, pointed at Wu Zheng, and cursed:

"You bastard, you've gone too far! I...I...I'll beat you to death!" "Really?" Qu Yuxiang came on fiercely, and Wu Zheng was startled and shrank back, saying, "You're going to beat me to death like this? Chief Constable Qu, you're going to resort to vigilante justice without finding a better reason?" Qu Yuxiang rushed to the long table, but suddenly her body went limp, and she felt utterly hopeless. She abruptly squatted down, buried her head in the

arms of the person holding her, and burst into tears. After she had cried for a while, Wu Zheng finally came out from behind the long table and said softly, "Alright, alright, you didn't say a kind word when we met. Now, people will think that I've bullied you." "Waaah...you've been bullying me all along...you...you know perfectly well why I came to see you! I made a huge decision to come to you...you...you still bully me..." Qu Yuxiang sobbed, tears streaming down her face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Who is she?"

"Uh...she's just her, she's not a man, why can't I say anything?" "Of course you're not a man, but you're not exactly a woman either, are you?" "Why not?" "A woman should find a man to marry. You're fighting with me for a man's affections, does that mean I'm a homosexual?" "I...do you think I want this? Waaah...I just like Yan'er, I just want to marry her! What can I do?" "Alright, alright, stop crying, get up and talk!" Wu Zheng handed over a clean handkerchief and said, "You women are really unreasonable when you throw a tantrum! If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you have to give me that attitude? Who feels comfortable watching that? Even though we've settled our old scores, you still tried to cut me with a knife, do you expect me to smile at you?" "My weapon is a stick!" "Can't we talk properly?" Wu Zheng shouted in a deep voice, and sure enough, Qu Yuxiang's expression tightened. He then said:

"You can talk back to me like that! What the hell have I ever done to you? You don't want to? Do you think I do? This is ridiculous! Let's get down to business, what did I want to say to you!" Qu Yuxiang wiped away her tears, glared at Wu Zheng angrily, and said, "I've thought it through. If your method works, I'll listen to you." "Oh, oh, oh... what do you mean? You're reluctant, aren't you?" Wu Zheng scoffed, and continued,

"No one can guarantee whether the method will work. Who knows, Yan'er might even kill you with one stroke. Who told you to do such a stupid thing? But do you have a better method? Hehe, then tell me and let's discuss it. Maybe I'll listen to you." When it comes to cleverness and cunning, Qu Yuxiang is no match for Wu Zheng. She retorted defiantly, "If I had a solution, would I be asking you?" "Then be a good girl and listen to me! Let me make this clear first: First, if you make a mistake on your own, don't blame me; second, I've never encountered anything like this before, and neither has Yan'er, so I can't guess whether she can agree. If it doesn't work out, you can't blame me; third, I can promise you this, but if it doesn't work out, then my conditions are off." Wu Zheng's words were essentially the same: if it succeeded, it would be his credit, and if it failed, it would be your responsibility—truly taking full advantage of the situation. Qu Yuxiang had no other choice, and she had a strong feeling that Wu Zheng's method had a very high chance of success. In her desperation, she almost ground her teeth to powder as she said angrily, "Deal! Don't try to deceive me." "Why would I lie to you? This is a huge problem for me. If I can't solve the problem, I'll just have to deal with the person who caused it!" Wu Zheng pointed at Qu Yuxiang before slowly and gently saying, "I didn't want to take any more lives, so I went to great lengths to come up with this method. I know you're unwilling, but I have no other choice. Besides, you think I'm bullying you and taking advantage of your vulnerability. Hehe, let me tell you, you'll find out later that I only gained a small advantage, while you benefited immensely." "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Qu Yuxiang looked incredulous.

"Whatever, but for now, you'd better listen to me!" Wu Zheng didn't argue further and said to Qu Yuxiang,

"Go to your post with peace of mind. You need to rest and recover from your injuries. I'll call you when the time is right." ************ Compared to the chaos that followed his appointment as the North City Magistrate, things gradually calmed down after Han Guiyan's assassination attempt. The Emperor's fury and the oaths made by several powerful ministers were all bark and no bite. The Imperial Guard and the Capital Prefecture made no further progress after arresting some local ruffians. However, everyone knew that a turbulent tide was brewing beneath the calm surface, just waiting to erupt.

In addition to the court, the Han and Wu families continued their investigations in secret, but with little success.

The assassins vanished from Chengdu as if they had evaporated into thin air, leaving no trace. According to Han Kejun, since they knew the assassins were members of the Dark Fragrance Gang, there was no need to worry about which ones they were; they should just wipe them out all at once.

Besides worrying about these matters, Wu Zheng also renovated the back hall of the Beicheng government office. Since his official position was unlikely to change anytime soon, making himself more comfortable in office was only natural. Zhu Yatong's insights into life had a profound influence on him.

A small room was partitioned off from the spacious back hall, containing a comfortable small bed. A wardrobe large enough for two people was placed against the wall of the partition. Wu Zheng often rested here during lunch breaks from official duties, avoiding the need to travel between the government office and his residence. In the

evening, after the Beicheng government office closed its doors, the yamen runners stretched lazily, gathering in small groups to either have a few drinks or seek pleasure. Wu Zheng, however, did not leave.

He recalled that when Han Guiyan came to congratulate him upon taking office, Wu Zheng had made the bold statement that he would "take care of" her in the government office, but had since been delayed by various affairs. Han Guiyan, newly appointed to the Kyoto Garrison, was far busier than Wu Zheng in his duties. Coupled with the ongoing assassination attempt, he was constantly being questioned by the Ministry of Justice and the Palace, leaving him no time to spare. Only today had the two secretly arranged to meet at the North City Prefectural Government Office to express their longing for each other.

Han Guiyan disembarked from the carriage in the carriage and knocked on the side gate of the North City Prefectural Government Office. The gatekeeper, having received instructions from Wu Zheng, quickly opened the gate after confirming who it was. These seasoned veterans knew that to survive in this place, one must never ask what one shouldn't ask, and never hear what one shouldn't know, or one could face dire consequences.

They didn't even dare to raise their heads when the gate opened; how could they possibly know so much about what Lord Wu and Lord Han had to discuss?

Han Guiyan instructed her attendants to wait outside the back gate and stepped into the courtyard.

The small courtyard was quiet; she wondered where Wu Zheng was hiding to give her a big surprise. The girl with a sweet heart casually loosened her hair, letting it fall loose, her pretty face flushed, and she walked cautiously. Her heart was pounding, and if she were truly startled by her lover's sudden appearance, she feared she would cry out in surprise.

The courtyard was empty. Han Guiyan chuckled to herself, guessing that Wu Zheng was hiding behind the door, waiting. Her eyes darted around; Wu Zheng was highly skilled in internal energy cultivation and possessed exceptional hearing. She knew she couldn't hide her entry from him, so she simply smoothed her sleeves and straightened her skirt, gracefully pushing open the door… In fact, the two were of one mind. Wu Zheng also anticipated that Han Guiyan would eventually go straight inside, and he stood confidently behind the door, waiting to embrace his lover and shower her with affection. What Han Guiyan didn't expect was that someone was hiding in that ordinary little wardrobe!

Qu Yuxiang, who had been filled with anxiety and trepidation, found her long-awaited day turning into one of trepidation. She didn't know how Han Guiyan would view her once he knew everything, nor did she know whether her desperate gamble would fulfill her long-cherished wish or incur Han Guiyan's resentment, leading to a

permanent estrangement. Wu Zheng's suggestion stirred her heart. The emotions she had previously suppressed and her complacent attitude were shattered by the storm of desire. Years of repression hadn't brought about emotional calm; instead, her desires were like a volcano about to erupt, easily ignited and uncontrollable. Qu Yuxiang knew she was on the verge of collapse; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so desperate to kill Wu Zheng.

Despite her panic and confusion, Qu Yuxiang finally came, following Wu Zheng's instructions to hide in the wardrobe, as if awaiting her fate. The dark, secluded wardrobe felt like an abyss. Qu Yuxiang closed her eyes to avoid the claustrophobic space further agitating her. That year, you were fourteen, and I was seventeen… It was the first time I saw you. Your smile, as radiant as the morning sun, swept away my gloom, and the flame of hope was rekindled in my life… Qu Yuxiang was lost in thought when the door creaked open! Startled, she quickly channeled her inner energy to calm her mind, remembering Wu Zheng's instructions: No matter what happens, don't come out unless I call you! If you reveal your presence, don't blame me! This thought brought a pang of sadness. The man she had wanted to kill just days before now seemed like a docile lamb before her, not daring to utter a single word of dissent.

Han Guiyan suppressed her laughter, causing her lips to droop slightly, her alluring eyes narrowing into slits. Her lake-blue embroidered short shirt revealed half of her slender arms, and her lower body was her usual style—fitted, milky-white silk trousers that accentuated her shapely long legs. Wu Zheng waited with open arms for a long time. The two were slightly stunned, and the tall woman leaped lightly into her lover's arms.

Strong arms encircled her waist, chest and abdomen pressed together. Han Guiyan couldn't help but part her legs and wrap them around his waist.

Eyes met, noses touched, breaths mingled. Han Guiyan rubbed her nose against Wu Zheng's and whispered, "I'm here." Though her voice was soft, Qu Yuxiang heard it clearly and felt a pang of pain in her heart. Those three simple words were punctuated by soft moans, revealing her longing and an indescribable intimacy. Through the crack in the small cabinet, the view outside the door was obscured, and it was unclear how Han Guiyan's face flushed with spring-like blush, her expression undeniably shy.

"I missed you," Wu Zheng whispered, forehead to forehead with his lover, expressing his unending longing.

"Now that I'm here, how will you think of me? How will you love me?" Han Guiyan's small, cute nostrils flared, her breathing quickening, her pouting lips red and glossy, almost without lines, like a ripe red fruit, tempting to be tasted.

"Right here, I love you!" The words had barely left her lips when the two were locked in a deep kiss.

The emotions of long-separated lovers surging together erupted with a fierce intensity. Han Guiyan's long, beautiful legs clung tightly to her lover, so tightly she could barely breathe, her nose filled with the familiar scent of the man. This sweet emotion, so many times before, returned, so much so that when Wu Zheng staggered, carrying her and turning her towards the room, Han Guiyan felt dizzy.

The kiss, light as a breeze and drizzle, was fleeting, followed by a brief silence and then an explosive burst of gasps, as fierce as a sudden storm. Both lost their footing and composure, frantically tearing at each other's clothes, their intertwined lips and tongues working with extra fervor, as if they wanted to become

one. By the time they reached the edge of the small bed, both were half-naked. The tall woman, barely clothed, her torn garments dangling at her knees, impatiently untied her bodice, finally revealing her long-hidden, full breasts to her small space.

Their healthy, honey-colored skin was high as a majestic mountain peak, round like an inverted jade bowl, firm and perky. Especially striking were the two nipples, like pink pearls, now erect and swollen, like a pair of shy yet beautiful eyes, gazing at their lover about to invade her body.

"So beautiful!" Wu Zheng, also shirtless, found himself unable to remove his clothes as Han Guiyan gripped his waist so tightly.

He bent down and licked along the fragrant crevice of her breasts, causing Han Guiyan to convulse as if in a spasm, then lose all strength.

Freed from her restraints, Wu Zheng grabbed one of her clothes and began to peel it off. This action made Han Guiyan unable to bear the loneliness any longer. She immediately lifted herself up to help Wu Zheng remove his clothes, offering her sweet lips for a kiss.

Wu Zheng, greedy as a wolf, savored the woman's lips and tongue, while kneading and playing with her exquisitely soft flesh, causing Han Guiyan to moan softly and tremble with pleasure. After another round of passionate kisses, Wu Zheng impatiently placed his lips on her breasts, tasting the sweetness of her two tender, plump breasts from left to right.

Han Guiyan arched her back, her beautiful eyes fixed on her lover kissing and licking her breasts. The visual and sensory stimulation made her body tingle with arousal. Her rapid breathing made her mouth, which had been overflowing with saliva, dry. Her gaze passed through the crevices between her breasts, and her lover's erect penis was unusually high and swollen, filling her with both fear and anticipation.

Just then, Wu Zheng bent down, and Han Guiyan pulled him towards her, shyly saying, "Don't tease me anymore... It's so hard... I want you to come in... It's... all wet..." Although the woman wasn't particularly enthusiastic about foreplay, she always thoroughly enjoyed its tenderness, sweetness, and different pleasures. Now, she seemed unable to bear it any longer, and Wu Zheng felt a pang of heartache. "Can you take it?" Han Guiyan's eyes darted around, and she stammered, "That night... on horseback, it was... okay!" Recalling the past, the two smiled at each other. Wu Zheng casually scooped up a handful of fluid from between Han Guiyan's legs, finding them already dripping wet, even the groin area was a muddy mess. He smeared the slippery fluid on his penis and lay down beside his lover, then turned Han Guiyan slightly to the side, raising one of her beautiful legs.

The valiant female general's legs were long and strong, perfectly proportioned without a trace of excess fat. That raised leg, slightly turned to the side, was extremely alluring. Wu Zheng stretched out his arms and embraced Han Guiyan from behind, their chests and backs pressed together, adjusting their position, his large, chicken-egg-sized glans already pressed against the entrance of her flower garden.

"Gently... gently..." Han Guiyan turned her head to meet Wu Zheng's gaze, deliberately raising her beautiful leg high to display her most beautiful posture, her jade hand reaching out to grasp his penis, guiding it slowly into her peach blossom cave.

"Just a few gentle thrusts and she'll be exhausted." Wu Zheng cupped her breasts with his arms, squeezing the nipples until they stood proudly erect. His fingers felt like they were sinking into soft, creamy flesh, yet they were met with a rebounding force. His engorged member struggled to penetrate the incredibly powerful opening within the fleshy cavern, the plump flesh without a single gap, and the moment the foreign object entered, it was squeezed tightly. If he relaxed even slightly, he would be pushed out.

"Ah..." Han Guiyan exhaled a long breath, as if all her strength was concentrated in her flower path. Her body felt weak and numb, and she leaned back on Wu Zheng's shoulder, letting his monstrous member slowly pry open her plump flesh and slide in. Her firm, pert buttocks pressed

against her lower abdomen, making it difficult for his member to penetrate fully in this position, but it was just right for Han Guiyan, who hadn't experienced pleasure in a long time. Wu Zheng felt the flower path becoming increasingly slippery, yet the force of the flesh pushing against it grew stronger. Most of his penis was being pushed and squeezed, especially the glans, which was completely filled, the layers of flesh contracting and writhing as if an exceptionally plump little mouth were constantly nibbling and sucking.

After a few gentle thrusts, Han Guiyan adapted to the thickness of the penis; the initial pain transformed into a tingling numbness, her strength returned, and she beamed with joy. The flower path was full and swollen, a moment when a young woman is most filled with love and tenderness. The woman turned to look at him with tender affection, and Wu Zheng promptly gave her a deep kiss, his movements continuing, slowly in and out, kneading the flesh until it became even softer and smoother.

"Do you like this position?" With their legs connected, her full, firm breasts in his hands, and her delicate body in his arms, turning his head and twisting his waist was somewhat awkward, but he could see his lover's expression clearly, and when aroused, their lips and tongues could intertwine. He explored every sensitive part of her body without missing a single spot, displaying complete freedom. Han Guiyan arched her plump, firm buttocks against Wu Zheng's waist and abdomen, her jade legs raised high, exuding both heroic spirit and alluring charm. It was a perfect sight and a sensation.

"Very good... today I'll... use many positions... before I let you go!" Han Guiyan murmured seductively, her tongue flicking out shyly before sliding across her red lips and licking it, then biting it with her pearly white teeth—a beautiful and seductive gesture.

"I won't let you go without many positions!" Wu Zheng gritted his teeth and mumbled, then suddenly accelerated, thrusting wildly.

"Ah..." Han Guiyan cried out, a wave of pleasure washing over her, causing her to pant even more violently. The thick, hard penis seemed to pierce straight into her heart; the previous agonizing itch had transformed into a soul-shattering, exhilarating pleasure. The plump flesh convulsed and spasmed, the high-perched buttocks swaying like waves as the hips thrust upwards. Han Guiyan, holding Wu Zheng's arms wrapped around her chest, raised her head, staring intently at their joined parts, as if she could see the glistening moisture and every deformation of her flesh as her lover thrust into her flower. The

sounds of impact were as dense as a torrential rain, the moans and gasps growing more intense and high-pitched. The two lovers were completely absorbed in their pleasure, but the one waiting in the shadows felt her heart breaking.

Whether it was intentional on Wu Zheng's part or not, this sliver of a crack in the door faced the small bed. Pressing her eyes against the crack, Qu Yuxiang could barely make out their tender and passionate lovemaking. Her cold heart made her body stiffen, her throat dry and parched, tears streaming down her face. She covered her mouth tightly to stifle a sob. Her beloved was nestled in the arms of the man beside her, shyly and joyfully surrendering to his advances. Her swaying waist and deliberately arched buttocks were eagerly welcoming, even demanding, her pretty face shifting between pain, unbearable agony, and a blissful ecstasy.

Qu Yuxiang had always admired Han Guiyan's heroic prowess, but she had never known she possessed such a tender side. The moans that made her heart race, the gurgling sounds of fluids swirling within her as her private parts were repeatedly rubbed and stirred—she hadn't even realized that her seemingly plain, almost flawed, breasts held such a magnificent beauty. Her plump, fleshy breasts bounced and swayed with each thrust, even when grasped tightly by Wu Zheng's large hands, the tender flesh overflowing between his fingers still trembled like waves. Her alluring charm surpassed even the most ordinary heroic bearing.

Qu Yuxiang's gaze averted from Wu Zheng's groin, lingering only on Han Guiyan's healthy and exquisite body, bringing a slight sense of relief. She saw the woman's gaze growing increasingly unfocused, unable to kiss Wu Zheng's lips, breathing heavily as if only in this way could she avoid suffocating. Her rounded, fragrant tongue occasionally flicked and licked her lips, her breaths becoming increasingly labored and rapid, the two nipples of her breasts standing erect. Everything indicated that pleasure was washing over her body, and the ultimate climax was slowly approaching.

Han Guiyan moaned softly, her delicate hands encircling Wu Zheng's neck, her plump buttocks swaying and moving with all her might, welcoming the intense friction and invasion of his penis. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her, crashing against her body like tidal waves. The clear, flowing water in the secluded valley made her feel slightly shy, yet incredibly aroused. Even though the fleshy dragon wasn't fully inserted, each thrust was enough to hit the soft flesh deep within her flower's core, causing the walls of her flower to tremble in spasms. Suddenly, she let out an uncontrollable, fierce scream, unable to stop her shameful moans even as she bit her lip tightly. Her whole body tensed, her hands sometimes grabbing Wu Zheng's lower back, sometimes tightly embracing his chest.

Her long legs, raised high, were tightly clenched together, her jade toes seemingly weeping as she released the wellspring of pleasure… Having not been so deeply in love in a long time, Han Guiyan climaxed earlier than usual. As she felt as if she were lying on a cloud, she felt a tingling sensation on her back; Wu Zheng was gently kissing her smooth back, the kiss as sweet as honey.

Taking a breath, the woman realized that the fleshy dragon deep within her flower cave was still erect and proud, showing no signs of fatigue. A surge of resentment rose within her; she shook her aching legs and suddenly rose, pinning Wu Zheng beneath her, saying, “I’ll say it again!

My body is just as strong as yours, and my martial arts are about the same, so why do I always lose to you? I’m not convinced!” “Haha!” Wu Zheng laughed smugly, “I’m exceptionally strong.” “Hmph! I don’t believe it.” Han Guiyan slid down, gripping the fleshy dragon tightly with both hands, and licked it from the base upwards with her fragrant tongue. She licked very slowly, carefully searching for the most sensitive spots on the fleshy dragon. After several rounds, she finally confirmed that the area near the glans was indeed Wu Zheng's sensitive spot. Each time she licked it, Wu Zheng felt a noticeable tightening in his flesh. She smiled and said, "You always touch my most sensitive spot, what kind of skill is that? Is it comfortable here?" Her fragrant tongue circled around the glans, the tip occasionally probing and teasing the mound. Han Guiyan's face was filled with seductive charm, her eyes sparkling like stars. Wu Zheng panted heavily and said, "Comfortable, Yan'er is so amazing." Han Guiyan sucked hard a few more times, then knelt and straddled Wu Zheng, saying, "There's something even more amazing! This time I'll make you completely convinced." She guided the penis to her flower cave and slowly lowered her waist. The glans parted the two labia and disappeared into the pink opening.

Han Guiyan closed her eyes and carefully felt the penis entering her body, not only feeling its tightening and trembling, but also suppressing her pleasure as she searched for the tightest and most powerful spot in the flower path. He felt the plump flesh repeatedly pushing and squeezing, his resistance futile, only being stretched wide open by the large, fleshy dragon, waves of tingling sensation spreading throughout his body from the fleshy walls.

When it had swallowed more than half of the fleshy dragon, Han Guiyan suddenly opened his eyes! This was it!

The woman's flesh was extremely plump, and the section where the glans had entered was the most crowded, almost overflowing, as if the flesh and the glans were glued together as one. The pushing and writhing of the flesh resisting the foreign object was like constantly sucking on the glans, kissing and nibbling from the glans to the groove without leaving a single gap.

Han Guiyan gritted her teeth and composed herself, casting a defiant look at Wu Zheng and saying, "This time, I'm making sure you lose first." Slowly, she rose and fell her delicate body, manipulating the fleshy dragon. After getting used to it a few times, the woman's beautiful legs stretched to their limit, rubbing against each other with very small movements and very fast speed.

She braced her arms against Wu Zheng's chest, her long legs spread wide in a firm horse stance, revealing every detail of their joined bodies. Her honey-like skin was glistening with fragrant sweat and flushed with an alluring blush; this position made her chest and hips thrust forward, making her exceptionally seductive. Her slender waist, with its defined lines, twisted and turned with each rise and fall, a beautiful blend of feminine softness and powerful strength.

His penis was squeezed into her tight, moist opening, the glans penis gripped tightly, an indescribable pleasure. Her slender waist twisted like a snake, her full, firm breasts trembling with each small, vigorous rise and fall, releasing waves of seductive allure—a breathtaking sight.

Wu Zheng couldn't resist reaching out to cup her proud, warm breasts, his thumbs pressing and kneading the two rosy nipples against the flesh.

"Mmm…you're so naughty…" Han Guiyan moaned ecstatically. Although she had pinched Wu Zheng's sensitive spots, she herself was also experiencing intense pleasure. Her vagina was sensitive in every way, especially in the most fleshy parts. She was attacking Wu Zheng's sensitive spots, while her own erogenous zones were constantly being attacked. Her proud breasts fell into the wolf's claws again, and the seductive moans could no longer be contained.

"If Lord Han wants to punish me, how dare I not try to please him?" Wu Zheng let out a long sigh of relief, and thrust his hips back in response to Han Guiyan's teasing with equally intense but small-amplitude thrusts.

The two exerted themselves together, and the pleasure increased. Han Guiyan was like a skilled rider, skillfully controlling the horse beneath her. And the horse seemed to understand her intentions, its movements perfectly matching hers, making her ride even more comfortable. With each rise and fall, breasts and buttocks rippled, and nectar sprayed at their point of contact. Han Guiyan suppressed her pleasure and controlled her body as she rode. The slippery flower path burned like fire, and the two became increasingly excited, their teasing and thrusting becoming more and more intense. Even without direct contact, the squelching sounds of the fleshy dragon and the flower flesh rubbing together with the flower juices already echoed in the room.

Wu Zheng's lower abdomen and inner thighs were wet, and Han Guiyan's movements gradually became chaotic. In the end, she could not resist the strength and endurance of the fleshy dragon, and the intoxicating beauty made her unable to hold on any longer. The range of motion of her movements increased, but she became weaker and weaker. Her tense legs trembled and she could not stand steadily from time to time, and she could not help but moan.

Wu Zheng suddenly straightened up and opened his mouth to suck on one of her beautiful breasts, while his hands tightly gripped the woman's slender waist and pulled her up and down, helping her to play with the fleshy dragon.

"Ah...you're so bad...you're so bad..." Han Guiyan was powerless to resist, and the pleasure urged her to cooperate with Wu Zheng's movements and play with the fleshy dragon hard. At this moment, she no longer cared about using the fullest part of her flower path to attack the glans, but instead kept going in and out, letting the glans hit the flower core and kiss the phoenix palace.

"It's coming...it's coming..." A long, drawn-out cry accompanied a shuddering spasm in her body. Han Guiyan clung tightly to Wu Zheng, burying her face in his chest, her breasts squeezed together like two milk pancakes, her head thrown back, her hair billowing like clouds. The outpouring of her juices left her mind blank, as if all her strength had drained away. She weakly bent backward, and if not for Wu Zheng's support, she would have collapsed onto the bed.

But Wu Zheng hadn't come yet! He positioned the woman in a kneeling position, his erect member breaking through her flower-like opening and thrusting in, his lower abdomen colliding heavily with her high, full buttocks.

"Do you submit? Do you admit defeat?" Wu Zheng thrust relentlessly and mercilessly.

"I submit! I really submit!" Han Guiyan spread her long legs like jade bows, her full buttocks raised high to meet Wu Zheng's conquest.

"Will you dare to do it again?"

"No, I won't. I'm a little mare, a good little mare... um... be gentle... be gentle... I'll be good from now on, I definitely won't dare to lose my temper or quit..." Han Guiyan begged for mercy while swaying her body back and forth, meeting Wu Zheng's angry thrusts.

Qu Yuxiang's mind was filled with lightning and thunder, her chest felt extremely tight. Han Guiyan's submission was a very affectionate flirtatious remark between husband and wife, which broke her heart. The jealous and hateful man was conquering his beloved woman with his ugly thing, but for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Whether it was riding her before or kneeling now, Han Guiyan's slender figure and plump, beautiful buttocks were displayed to the fullest. The long legs that a tall woman is most proud of, paired with a wasp waist and a pert bottom, are indescribably beautiful, especially since this is the one she loves.

Just as she was cursing Wu Zheng and feeling heartbroken, Wu Zheng and Han Guiyan got off the small bed, still in the same position as before. Wu Zheng arched his back, pushing Han Guiyan like a cart to the long table. Qu Yuxiang gritted her teeth; she was certain Wu Zheng had done this intentionally, because there was a gap on the other side of the wardrobe, through which her view was just right. And what she saw was truly dazzling.

Han Guiyan was on her side, one hand on the edge of the table, the other on Wu Zheng's shoulder; she stood on one tiptoe, her other long leg raised high on Wu Zheng's other shoulder, both beautiful legs stretched straight, as if she were doing a split. Her eyes were glazed over, her cherry lips wide open, her long hair swaying as she uttered seductive moans; her proud breasts swayed like waves with each thrust of Wu Zheng, which plunged deep inside her. Her vulva tightened to its limit in this position, the fleshy dragon, glued to her lips, being pulled out of her flower lips and then forcefully pushed back into her flower cave… As Qu Yuxiang was captivated by the extremely erotic beauty, Wu and Han reached a crucial moment.

“This humble official will enjoy Lord Han properly in the government office today.” Although it was the back room, it still had the feel of a courtroom. Han Guiyan’s delicate body trembled, clearly feeling extremely stimulated by this, her pleasure rising rapidly. Wu Zheng’s all-out thrusts also sent the pleasure rapidly reaching its peak.

Amidst the dense slapping sounds, Wu Zheng held Han Guiyan’s slender waist with one hand, while the other hand squeezed her breasts as if about to burst. The fleshy dragon in her flower path was throbbing with pain, and he was thrusting with all his might without regard for anything else. Suddenly, both of them trembled, their deep roars mingling with high-pitched moans, and a gush of thick, white fluid gushed from their joined bodies...

[The End]

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