【A Dream of Chang'an Amidst Misty Rain and Willow Shadows】

Night had fallen. The soft light of the red lanterns illuminated the beaded curtains, and the dark, towering pavilions cast
long shadows, displaying the grandeur and majesty of the royal courtyard. The numerous guards and servants further inspired awe.
Wei Qing was led into the main hall of the courtyard.
A young noblewoman stood in the center of the hall, gazing at the dashing Imperial Guard officer with a dignified yet friendly air.
She wore delicate makeup, her eyebrows and eyes meticulously drawn. Her long, flowing hair was smooth and glossy black, and her figure was
slender and graceful. Her features were dignified and pretty. A flowing, lotus-green silk dress draped over her shoulders, paired with a grey shawl embroidered with gold
phoenixes, and precious jade hairpins, pearl hairpins, and colorful gemstone earrings, exuding an elegant and virtuous charm.
Upon seeing Wei Qing enter, she seemed unconcerned, only slightly lowering her head before
raising it again with a confident air, a hint of playful surprise flashing in her eyes.
This young noblewoman possessed a captivating charm.
Unlike most young noblewomen of the time, her attire was not extravagant or dazzling; rather, she resembled a
lotus flower under the moon, pure and alluring. Her skin was naturally fair and delicate, her oval face flushed with a slight blush, her eyes almond-shaped , her
eyebrows willow-leafed, her lips red and teeth white. She seemed perpetually smiling, her demeanor always composed.
Despite her noble birth and immense power and wealth, this alluring woman displayed no arrogance. Her
politeness revealed an approachable kindness, and a dozen or so maids in pink dresses stood bowed
, attending to her at any moment.
The beautiful young noblewoman slowly approached Wei Qing, her posture upright and unwavering, her steps light and steady
, her bearing elegant and graceful, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
She was the mistress of the courtyard, Princess Pingyang, the current emperor's elder sister. 　　 Although he was now a Imperial Guard Commander by the Emperor's side, Wei Qing still felt a sense of awe upon seeing Princess Pingyang. Unconsciously 　　, he slowly lowered his head, holding his red pheasant-feathered helmet, humbly awaiting orders. After
all 　　 , he had once been a servant of this royal beauty, serving Princess Pingyang since childhood. 　　 As the Emperor's most trusted military officer, Wei Qing could freely enter and leave the palace, often accompanying the Emperor 　　on hunts and participating in discussions of important military matters; even before the Prime Minister, he didn't need to be overly humble. But before his former mistress 　　, he felt as if he had returned to his former self, involuntarily lowering his proud head. 　　 He had every reason not to be so humble. 　　 After all, his sister was now a concubine officially bestowed by the Emperor, and he himself had been freed from slavery by the Emperor 　　, earning the sincere respect of most people both inside and outside the court through his military achievements in conquering the Southern Barbarians and his prominent official position. 　　 For some reason, Wei Qing still felt restrained and awe- 　　inspiring in the presence of his former mistress, whom he hadn't seen for many years. 　　 ——————————————————————————————————————— 　　 In the Han Dynasty court and among all the nobles and relatives, Princess Pingyang was forever respected for her noble lineage, beauty, demeanor, kindness 　　, and intelligence. Even the hot-tempered emperor treated this elder sister with affection and love. 　　 Wei Qing had once revered this beautiful mistress as if she were a goddess. 　　 As a lowly slave for generations, he had accompanied the young Princess Pingyang as a servant from a very young age, 　　and was thus chosen to be the imperial horse attendant. For some reason, Princess Pingyang greatly admired Wei Qing, having 　　him rigorously trained by the best swordsmen and instructed by many famous scholars in military strategy and various classics. She 　　sent her elder sister, Wei Zifu, to the palace and recommended him to the emperor to become a member of the Imperial Guard, eventually making him the most popular officer in the court. 　　 Although his sister gained the emperor's favor after entering the palace, Wei Qing knew that his rapid rise to prominence 　　was not solely due to lobbying from the harem. 　　 The emperor was not a monarch who would bestow favors indiscriminately because of his fondness for beauty. 　　 Without some powerful force, the emperor would not have appointed a young Imperial Guard officer who had never experienced battle as 　　the supreme commander in the relief of Dong'ou and the campaign against Minyue. This position brought the young officer 　　the glory of victory, the respect of the court and the public, and the good fortune of continuous promotions. 　　 It seemed that some arrangement had made him the luckiest person in the entire empire. 　　 Wei Qing, of course, knew why. 　　 It was said that it was because Princess Pingyang used three chests of precious jewels as a lavish gift that the current prime minister, the Empress Dowager's 　　brother, Marquis Tian of Wu'an, skillfully persuaded and sternly suppressed the ministers' 　　criticism of Wei Qing's humble origins, allowing the emperor to smoothly promote his hunting companion to the supreme commander of the Chang'an garrison. 　　 Since leaving Princess Pingyang, Wei Qing had not seen his former noble and beautiful mistress again, and 　　the various legends about her patronage of him seemed to be nothing but fleeting tales, never to be confirmed. 　　 He had secretly inquired with the Prime Minister. 　　 However, the cunning and shrewd Prime Minister only chuckled, his expression enigmatic and noncommittal, 　　offering no clear answer to Wei Qing, merely vaguely instructing him to be absolutely loyal to the Emperor and Empress Dowager from now on. 　　 From the moment Wei Qing entered the main hall, Princess Pingyang kept a close eye on the young Imperial Guard Captain, who had once been her servant. 　　 Having 　　 just left Weiyang Palace, this general, the Emperor's most favored, was still in full military attire, wearing the black and red 　　robes of the palace guards and a full suit of rhinoceros-hide armor, carrying a sword. His tall and upright figure exuded the bearing of a soldier, and 　　he held a red pheasant-feathered iron helmet in his left hand. Although he bowed his head in respect according to court etiquette, he appeared remarkably composed 　　and resolute. 　　 He was indeed no longer the mischievous yet humble boy he once was. 　　 Princess Pingyang felt a surge of relief, but in front of so many maids, she couldn't show her emotions too openly, so she could only 　　express her heartfelt appreciation with an elegant and kind smile. 　　 Perhaps because he often accompanied the emperor on hunts, this Imperial Guard officer had dark skin, a thin face devoid of expression 　　, a nose like a prominent mountain ridge, thick eyebrows, tightly closed lips, and a angular frame. His seemingly calm gaze 　　concealed the coldness and arrogance unique to soldiers. His body was much stronger than before, and his movements were agile and steady.

His right hand gripped the sword at his waist, as if gathering the explosive power of a leopard, ready to launch a swift
attack at any moment.
In the Shanglin Garden, he had single-handedly killed a raging bear with his bare hands, and had also
killed a hungry tiger that attacked the emperor with just his sword.
In the war against the Minyue Kingdom, he had led a hundred cavalrymen to rout an enemy army of tens of thousands.
Now, even without precious jewels, fertile lands, and beautiful women,
no one in the entire court would question this young officer's loyalty, bravery, military leadership, and qualifications for promotion.
Princess
Pingyang raised her arm, signaling her maids to leave with a graceful gesture.
Only she and her former servants remained in the spacious hall.
She walked gently to Wei Qing, extending her slender hands to tenderly caress
the broad chest of this handsome young military officer. The exquisite luminous pearl bracelet on her wrist shimmered with a dazzling beauty.
Even through the smooth, hard armor, each gentle touch of those long, soft hands sent
shivers down Wei Qing's spine.
Despite being the emperor's most trusted general, he still couldn't forget or shake off
his former slave status in front of Princess Pingyang. He couldn't even dream of receiving such tenderness and intimacy from this noble and elegant woman
.
"What, now that you've become a noblewoman, can't remember who made you where you are today?"
Her teasing contained no contempt, but rather a friendly banter and a touch of melancholy.
"Wei Qing wouldn't dare," the young Imperial Guard captain replied softly.
"Then why haven't you come back to visit all these years?" Princess Pingyang
asked, though still smiling, with a hint of sarcasm. "Could it be that with all your time spent in the palace, this place is no longer worth
a visit from you, Lord Yulin?"
Wei Qing was speechless, standing silently with his head bowed.
He truly didn't want to return, for this place was filled with humiliation and pain, wounds that,
though scarred, could burst open at any moment.
Years ago, he had given two wheat cakes to a starving, dying fortune teller. The old man was extremely
grateful to this young slave and offered to divine his future, predicting he would be ennobled. Wei Qing laughed and
replied that as a lowly hereditary slave, he was content as long as he received fewer beatings and insults in his life
.
This was a regrettable and unbearable memory.
"Are you angry?" Princess Pingyang asked softly, gazing tenderly into Wei Qing's eyes. "Actually, I
've already seen you once. At that time, you were riding your horse, just returning victorious from Minyue, receiving
cheers from countless people in Chang'an. Your eyes shone like an eagle, sharp and bright, your whole being brimming with heroic spirit. I, disguised as
an ordinary peasant woman, followed the surging crowd, chasing after your mount, secretly watching your familiar figure with tears in my eyes."
"Your Highness has misplaced your affection for Wei Qing," the young Imperial Guard Commander said, his throat dry. "I know that without
Your Highness's love and help, I wouldn't be where I am today. Wei Qing will definitely repay Your Highness's great kindness."
A soft hand covered Wei Qing's mouth.
"Don't say that," Princess Pingyang's cheeks flushed. "Today, I called you here simply
to show you a place and to give you a gift."
For some reason, she suddenly seemed shy and reserved, and that shyness almost stunned Wei Qing.
Wei
Qing was led to a familiar place.
The walls, floor, and ceiling were constructed of massive bluestone slabs, with burning pine torches stuck in the walls.
Only a long passageway led outwards, leading to a hexagonal hall piled high with shackles and chains. Further
in were cells separated by wooden stakes, and at the far end was a spacious grotto filled with all sorts of
bizarre instruments of torture, with thick iron chains and ropes hanging in mid-air.
Covered in dust and cobwebs, it was clear this place hadn't been visited in a long time.
This was the dungeon of Princess Pingyang's residence, a terrifying world specifically for punishing lowly slaves and maids.
Wei Qing's cheeks twitched a few times, a cold, resentful glint suddenly flashing in his humble eyes. He involuntarily gripped
his sword hilt, slowly raising his head as countless humiliating and painful memories flooded his mind.
Unbeknownst to him, Princess Pingyang had quietly departed, leaving the young Imperial Guard officer alone in the dungeon.
The dark iron chains hung motionless in mid-air, their flickering
shadows cast by burning pine torches, a sight both grotesque and eerie. Images of past cruel punishments and the lowly
pleas and cries of a young male slave pierced Wei Qing's heart like sharp blades, suffocating him.
In the fierce and elite Imperial Guard of the Han Empire, this young general had earned the respect of his colleagues and subordinates for his bravery
, while also being renowned for his kindness and tolerance.
He had once strictly prevented the massacre of Minyue prisoners of war, saving the lives of over seven thousand enemy soldiers.
Yet now, Wei Qing was filled with terrible resentment and hatred, a cold-blooded thirst for blood, a desire to draw his
sword and kill anyone who stood before him, to turn this gloomy grotto into shattered ruins.
Suddenly, in despair, he wanted to commit suicide. 　　 "Princess Pingyang requests General Wei Qing's presence." A maid's gentle and humble voice interrupted the young Imperial Guard 　　Commander's painful and humiliating reverie. "Princess Pingyang has bestowed upon you a gift; please accept it."
Wei 　　 Qing's face twitched a few times, and he turned away coldly. 　　 His right hand gripped the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist, his steps firm and steady, as if he had returned to 　　the Imperial Guard amidst the clash of swords and the thunder of hooves, once again radiating the sharp killing intent and agility of a young general. His angular 　　face held the ferocity and savagery of battle, like a black panther ready to pounce. 　　 Outside the cave, it was empty and deserted.

Amidst the crackling of the torches, the young Imperial Guard Captain stood proudly, his eyes flashing with
the cold ruthlessness of a hawk, silently awaiting the arrival of his former master.
He had made up his mind that even a noble princess could not insult him again.
The arduous journeys and bloody battles of the vast desert had bestowed upon this young Imperial Guard Captain a distinguished title and honor,
nurturing a man's noble pride; any humiliation would be met with a sharp sword.
As if standing before a perilous battle, Wei Qing felt a twitching in his cheeks.
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Soon, Princess Pingyang arrived.
No one could have imagined that the current emperor's sister would arrive in this manner.
The cave doors slammed shut. A
moment of silence fell over the dark passageway.
Soon, the clattering of chains echoed through the deep dungeon.
A pair of shapely, fair feet, barefoot and clad in rough straw sandals,
were bound tightly to two round, slender ankles by ugly, heavy cast-iron shackles, dragging the thick iron chains connecting the shackles as she moved forward with difficulty, step by step
.
Princess Pingyang, wearing heavy shackles, walked towards Wei Qing along the dungeon corridor.
She had removed all her jewelry, wearing only a blue cloth handkerchief, her hair loose and gathered in front of her chest. She wore an
undyed coarse cloth dress, dressed like the lowest female slave in the mansion. Her soft hands were tied behind her back,
tightly bound with a hemp rope as thick as a little finger. Through the wrinkled bodice, her full breasts were
bound high and perky, showing off their beautiful and alluring curves. Her eyebrows were lowered, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks
.
Clearly, the young noblewoman was not yet accustomed to being bound in shackles, her shoulders and arms pulled back.
She walked unsteadily, her movements clumsy and difficult, her brow furrowed as she endured the pain of the ropes and shackles
.
She laboriously walked to Wei Qing and knelt with difficulty.
"I offer myself to you as a gift," Princess Pingyang
said shyly, her eyes red-rimmed. She knelt obediently and gently before the young Imperial Guard officer, "From this moment on, I am no longer a noble princess, but
a lowly slave girl who belongs to you for life. Please accept this humble concubine, my lord."
The flickering light of the torches illuminated her fair and beautiful face and her deep, almond-shaped eyes.
“Actually, I fell in love with you when I was very young. But back then, you were just a servant, and no
one allowed me to love you. I hated you for being just a servant, and I hated myself for not
being a lowly female slave like you. At least then, we could love each other. Later, I started picking
fights to beat and scold you. But every time I beat you until you were covered in bruises, I would secretly cry my heart out. I swore then
that one day I would be your lifelong slave, and I would let you beat me, scold me, and obey your every whim.”
“Now, you have truly become a hero. I can ask the emperor's brother to marry you, and no
one dares to talk nonsense about it anymore. But I don't know if you love me, or if you are willing to marry me. However, at least I
can fulfill my vow from back then, to be your slave, to love you, and to let you punish me. I am truly
happy.”
Wei Qing felt dizzy, almost suffocating, and hot tears streamed down her cold cheeks.
He had never imagined that his former master harbored such feelings, nor had he realized that he himself
had always deeply loved Princess Pingyang, and had been hiding a mad and beautiful dream.
It was a dream twisted and fused with love and hate.
For a moment, he was unable to express his feelings in any language.
"Please, Wei Lang, take me as your slave girl," the gentle Princess Pingyang pleaded softly. "Treat
me like a slave girl, train me in this dungeon, teach me to be an obedient slave girl with a whip." 　　 "Fine, then you will be my slave girl," Wei Qing finally spoke, his voice filled with resentment and gloom. "Back then, you
whipped 　　me; now it's your turn to taste the whip." 　　 "You are no longer the noble Princess Pingyang, but merely a slave girl of mine, Wei Qing. According to the rules of this manor 　　, you will be imprisoned in this dungeon, subjected to various forms of torture and discipline at any time. No matter how you 　　struggle or beg for mercy, no matter how humiliated and pained you are, I will not show mercy. I will deal with you ruthlessly until 　　you are completely devoted to and accustomed to being a lowly slave girl and servant, only then will you receive leniency." 　　 “You may try to escape. If you can break free of your bonds and shackles, you may cry for help, if 　　the people here can withstand my sword. However, if you do so, what awaits you will be worse than hell.” 　　Wei Qing panted heavily, his eyes flashing with a ferocious light, as if he were once again in the gladiatorial combat where he practiced swordsmanship. 　　 At this moment, even the supreme emperor could not stop the young officer’s madness. The 　　 dark and gloomy dungeon was filled with unfamiliar cruelty. Princess Pingyang huddled beside the stone wall, 　　looking at the mighty and powerful man with fear and pleading. 　　 She had become a young maidservant about to be severely punished. Stripped of her makeup, her pretty and dignified 　　appearance had suddenly become haggard and delicate. Her pale expression made her look particularly weak and pitiful. Her hair was disheveled under her blue veil, her 　　coarse cloth dress was wrinkled and covered in dust, her hands were tightly bound behind her back, and her delicate feet were shackled with heavy leg 　　irons. She could only helplessly submit to the disposal of others. 　　 As a royal princess, no one had ever dared to reprimand her so harshly. 　　 A large hand grabbed the ropes binding her back, forcibly dragging the young woman up like an eagle snatching a chick, and 　　ordering her to walk forward in a harsh voice. 　　 She stumbled and staggered, her arms tightly bound, her body dazed and involuntarily obeying. 　　 It all felt like a nightmare. 　　 Princess Pingyang felt a lump in her throat, and suddenly felt an urge to cry; glistening tears welled up in her eyes. 　　 Feelings of lowliness and misfortune crept in.

Accustomed to the smooth, light silks and satins, her delicate skin was not yet used to the roughness of coarse cloth. Her slender
arms, bound by hemp ropes as thick as her little finger, swelled and ached. Her hands, tied behind her back
, were firmly bound together, and she could not break free. Heavy shackles fastened her rounded ankles, binding her feet and preventing her from
moving freely.
A young woman, no matter how beautiful or virtuous, once she became a lowly
slave, was completely at the mercy of others, with no choice but to submit.
The punishments for such female slaves were extremely cruel and ruthless.
The shackles chafed her heels painfully, and she bit her cherry lips desperately, enduring the waves of pain. With her hands bound behind her back
, she twisted her body with difficulty, her gait clumsy and strange. The
esteemed
Princess Pingyang has vanished, leaving only a young and beautiful female slave in the dungeon.
Dragging heavy shackles, her legs, bound by short, thick iron chains, staggered
forward, slowly shuffling along the bluestone slabs. The frail young slave, her eyes lowered, sobbed softly, bound hand and foot, as she
was led deep into the dungeon to the stone cave where family discipline was carried out.
Like a herded animal, a whip lashed mercilessly across the woman's body.
This whip, made of raw cowhide, capable of tearing even thick hide, now mercilessly ripped her
tattered clothes and skirts, revealing her fair, delicate shoulders and arms, and rows of bluish-purple, bleeding welts.
The beautiful woman's sobs turned into pitiful cries, her delicate face now streaked with tears.
She watched helplessly as the whip whistled down, her hands tightly bound behind her back, offering no protection. Unable to withstand
the brutal beatings, she collapsed to the ground repeatedly, sharp pain piercing her entire body, causing
violent spasms.
As punishment for her falls, the whip would lash the poor young woman even more fiercely.
The formal family punishment hadn't even begun, but on the way to the grotto, Princess Pingyang had already experienced
the unforgettable humiliation and misery of a lowly female slave.
At this moment, she could no longer escape this humiliation and misery. 　　 The gates of the grotto closed.
The hall, filled with various instruments of torture, was silent. Princess Pingyang, limp on the ground, 　　could only hear the crackling of the pine torches 　　 in her terror . 　　 She was hoisted onto a wooden stake, a rag stuffed in her mouth. 　　 The stake was a wooden torture device specifically used to punish female slaves. It consisted of two 　　wooden stakes, each as thick as a bowl, used to clamp the prisoners' necks, secured with ropes, and then fixed to sturdy wooden frames driven into the ground at both ends. 　　The height could be adjusted at will, forcing them to either kneel or stand on tiptoe. 　　 Even the most stubborn female slaves, tied to the stakes, could only endure for two hours at most before begging for mercy, 　　willing to do anything to escape the torment. 　　 Princess Pingyang was also experiencing this terrible torture. 　　 Her chin was pressed tightly against the hard wooden stakes, her neck was firmly clamped, her head could not turn, her hands were 　　bound tightly behind her back, and she struggled to stand on tiptoe, her shackled feet barely reaching the ground. Her body was 　　taut and stiff, completely immobile, at the mercy of her captors. 　　 Wei Qing gazed thoughtfully at Princess Pingyang's chest, an involuntary, strange expression appearing on his face. 　　 Princess Pingyang blushed, but her hands were bound behind her back, and she was hung stiffly on the drying post. 　　Her breasts, barely concealed by her clothes, were high and erect, and she felt utterly ashamed and resentful. 　　 Wei Qing slowly reached out his hand. 　　 "No, no, please don't!" Her mouth was stuffed tightly with a rag, and she whimpered inwardly 　　, her cheeks flushed red, and her body trembled, making the iron chains of her shackles rattle. 　　 With a tearing sound, the coarse cloth of this little woman was brutally ripped open. 　　 Princess Pingyang lowered her head in shame and hatred, facing the barbaric humiliation she was about to suffer. Bound and hung on 　　the drying post, she had no way to resist or escape, and tears welled up in her eyes. 　　 She had never imagined that a female slave would be so wantonly degraded. Her robes ripped open, and 　　Princess Pingyang let out a sorrowful whimper, leaving only her close-fitting bodice revealing her bare upper body. Her snow-white, delicate skin was bathed 　　in the cool air, and her lower abdomen tightened in waves. 　　 With a crack of the whip, the thin bodice ripped apart. 　　 Princess Pingyang screamed in agony, a burning pain shooting through her chest, a sharp pain piercing her internal organs 　　and quickly spreading throughout her body. Her legs trembled, and her body convulsed. 　　 The water-soaked whip continued to fall fiercely on her snow-white, naked body, leaving behind streaks of crimson and purple welts 　　. 　　 The poor young woman desperately tried to dodge, but her hands were bound tightly behind her back, her slender neck 　　was firmly wedged in the thick wooden bar, and she was powerless to shield herself from the relentless lashes. Her fair 　　breasts, belly, and buttocks were accurately struck, the pain causing her vision to blur. 　　 The empty grotto echoed with the helpless cries and screams of women, and the sharp cracking of whips against flesh, 　　filling the air with a terrifying and eerie atmosphere. 　　 ————————————————————————————————————————— 　　 Lowered from the drying post, Princess Pingyang was almost limp and lifeless, but under Wei Qing's reprimands and the vicious 　　lashes of the whip, she had no choice but to weep and struggle to maintain her knees obediently before her "master." 　　 At this moment, the young princess was disheveled and filthy, looking exactly like a slave being punished by family law. 　　 She lowered her head, listening to Wei Qing coldly announce the rules for female slaves. 　　 In just one hour, the young and beautiful princess had lost all self-respect. Her coarse cloth dress was 　　torn and ripped by the whip, her slender body almost naked. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her shapely, delicate 　　feet were shackled with heavy cast-iron leg irons, trembling as she endured her master's humiliation and beatings. 　　 The swollen, bleeding whip wounds released sharp, piercing pains from time to time.

Her arms, tightly bound with hemp rope for so long, were numb and devoid of feeling.
The hard stone floor felt like it was shattering her knees.
Princess Pingyang felt she could no longer hold on; her body was weak and limp, and she was in unbearable pain. She was on the verge of
collapsing, but the deep-seated fear prevented her from falling. She could only desperately force herself to kneel on the ground.
The misery of a female slave was far worse than she had imagined.
The young and beautiful girl discovered that when her hands were bound tightly behind her back and her feet were shackled heavily
, she was completely at the mercy of others. Even her feminine charm and cunning could not change her cruel fate.
Born into the supreme royal family, the noble Princess Pingyang had never felt so lowly and humiliated.
This feeling almost suffocated her. Her fair and delicate skin was covered with purplish-blue and swollen whip marks.
Her tattered and torn coarse cloth dress could not conceal the beautiful and slender body of a young female slave.
Princess Pingyang lay sprawled, her hands and feet cuffed to the four corners of the torture table. Her disheveled hair cascaded over her chest, revealing her
high breasts and long legs. Aside from soft sobs, she dared not cry out for mercy.
She didn't know if she would be hacked to death on this wooden table like a slave girl who had angered her master.
The cruel torture had proven Wei Qing's long-suppressed resentment and hatred.
The sturdy cast-iron shackles firmly bound the beautiful princess's slender wrists and ankles; no matter how desperately she struggled,
she could not gain freedom. Besides, the burly Imperial Guard was waiting before her.
She trembled as she watched Wei Qing slowly approach.
"Don't punish me anymore, this lowly concubine was wrong," the pretty princess pleaded desperately. "My lord, please,
spare this lowly servant! I will serve you obediently from now on."
"You still dare to mock me?" the young Imperial Guard asked coldly.
“I wasn’t teasing you,” Princess Pingyang finally cried out, unable to hold back her tears. “You bastard Wei Qing, you scoundrel! I
really just wanted to be your slave, to serve you for life.”
A sharp crack of the whip rang out, and she felt a burning pain in her breasts, her vision blurring.
“Still dare to talk back!” Wei Qing snapped. “Do you think I’d believe that nonsense?”
“Then whip me to death,” Princess Pingyang said sadly, tears streaming down her face. “Anyway, I’m your
slave, do with me as you please, I won’t resent you.”
Wei Qing lowered his body, silently gazing into her tear-filled eyes.
Normally, his gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, often sending chills down the spines of even the most unruly veterans on the battlefield;
now, however, it was gradually filled with tenderness, even becoming somewhat moist.
“Tell me, why do you want this?” he asked softly.
“Because, I love you,” she replied.
“But such love is too mad.”
“I’m mad for you.”
“His Majesty the Emperor won’t allow it. I’ll be thrown into the streets of Chang’an because of it.”
“Then I’ll be bound and executed alongside you at the execution ground, because defiling the royal reputation will implicate nine generations of your family.” The young
princess wept softly, “I am your slave girl, and should be executed along with you, sir.”
Wei Qing smiled.
His laughter was filled with bitterness and desolation.
“Alright, then I’ll tell you a secret,” he said gently, “Actually, I’ve long loved you, and
have always dreamed that Your Highness could become my beautiful slave girl.”
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A man and a woman’s burning lips pressed tightly together in a kiss.
Princess Pingyang clenched her fists, longing to stretch out her arms and embrace her beloved man tenderly, but her hands and feet
were firmly shackled by iron shackles, leaving her only able to endure his frenzied caresses.
In an instant, she was possessed.
The dim light of the pine torch illuminated the closed cell.
Princess Pingyang was immersed in passionate lovemaking, tenderly enjoying the happiness of loving and being loved.
Like a lowly female slave, she had no choice but to accept repeated forced kisses. Her snow-white, naked body
writhed helplessly under the heavy pressure, her hands and feet shackled to the four ends of the torture table, unable to move at all.
Pain and pleasure alternated repeatedly, sometimes hell, sometimes heaven.
She cried.
It was a cry of blissful pain.
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Wei Qing had completely entered a state of madness. Facing that charming and beautiful woman, he was intoxicated by her gentle
and moving submission. His powerful masculine strength erupted like a volcano, seemingly never to cease.
The love hidden deep in his heart could no longer be released.
As a young general riding high on his success, he possessed many lowly but beautiful female slaves bestowed or purchased by the emperor
, and was deeply respected and loved by them. Yet, a shadow always kept him indifferent.
Even after whipping and ravaging these young and beautiful women, all he gained was bewilderment and loneliness.
At this moment, a new female slave awakened a man's frenzied desires.
She was the young Imperial Guard Commander's former mistress, the noble Princess Pingyang, the emperor's most beloved elder sister, a
royal woman of the highest nobility and inviolable sacredness.
Even the powerful prime minister dared not offend her in the slightest.
Yet, this young, beautiful, and noble woman now had disheveled hair, wore tattered coarse clothes, was barefoot, and
wore heavy shackles, her body covered in wounds, allowing her former slave to caress, beat, and humiliate her, willingly bowing her
head in service.
The hazy dream became clear.
Wei Qing was intoxicated.
This was a blissful intoxication. The
hellish
and heavenly pain and pleasure passed by unnoticed for a long time.
The pain was long. The pleasure was short.
Both hell and heaven were filled with irresistible temptations.
Wei Qing felt himself trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
The noble princess and the lowly slave girl were fused into one, nobility and baseness, happiness and pain, desire and subjugation intertwined.
The humiliation harmoniously transformed into a wondrous beauty, driving this vigorous man into a prolonged, almost demonic frenzy.
She, however, remained completely at Wei Qing's mercy.
Princess Pingyang knew this was all she could do.
"Master, spare me," she repeatedly whimpered, her voice filled with sorrow. "This lowly servant cannot bear it any longer."
In response, she was dragged from the torture table, naked and bound to the instruments of torture. Amidst vicious curses,
she endured a storm of brutal beatings with whips, bamboo canes, and rattan rods. No matter how much she cried out and begged for mercy, even with her body
covered in wounds, the savage torture could not cease; she could only suffer the agonizing torment.
Amidst the curses, she understood that sometimes begging for mercy was a mistake, as long as her master was willing, even with brutal ravaging
. A female slave had to obediently submit.
Otherwise, she would suffer such punishment.
Each instance of torture was excruciating, yet each moment of passionate intimacy was a blissful ecstasy.
Despite being unable to reach out and embrace that strong body, despite being tortured to the point of near death, this young
woman willingly accepted her master's brutal ravaging, still occasionally trying to please him with gentle obedience.
Because she loved being Wei Qing's true slave.
Only a woman could possess such sacred tenderness and self-sacrifice for the man she loved.
Now, her heart was filled with tenderness.
"Heavens above, I wish I could bear him a child," Princess Pingyang murmured in her heart,
"I am his slave, willing to be his slave for life."
This prayer was met with severe punishment. Her
hands were bound behind her back, she was suspended high above the ground, her feet three feet off the ground, secured with heavy stone locks, and
lashed mercilessly with a water-soaked leather whip. She was suspended for a full half hour, and when she was lowered, she collapsed to the ground.
"Do you know why you are being punished?" Wei Qing asked viciously.
She lay at her master's feet, too weak to answer.
"Fine, so you dare pray to bear me a child." Wei Qing tenderly embraced Princess Pingyang,
seemingly furious, and said, "Bah! You must bear me ten children, or I'll whip your ass raw."
"Remember, five of them must be sons," he declared firmly.
Three days later, Princess Pingyang and Wei Qing appeared before the people of the princess's residence.
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The young princess seemed somewhat pale and haggard, but her eyes had become clearer, filled with a sweet smile.
Her elegant speech and manners had gained a touch of warmth, and her appearance was even more delicate and beautiful. She preferred to stay alone
in her room in contemplation, and even in front of outsiders, she often blushed thoughtfully.
Wei Qing's eyes had also become gentle, filled with confidence and peace.
From then on, the young Imperial Guard Commander began to frequently visit the princess's residence, and Princess Pingyang personally greeted and saw him off each time. The two
were more intimate than husband and wife, like lovers in the throes of passion.
The strict rules of the princess's residence prevented suspicion from turning into rumors.
People even smiled knowingly and secretly approved of this romantic affair.
Only Princess Pingyang's personal maids knew what was really going on, but strict household rules prevented them from
revealing any details, so they could only keep the secret silently.
Normally, Princess Pingyang would often bind and whip them for the slightest mistake.
But now, they often had to bind their noble young mistress or put her in shackles and chains, and secretly
send her to the inner chambers or dungeons in the backyard of the mansion to be tortured and abused by their new mistress.
These young and pretty maids also took turns accompanying Princess Pingyang as she was bound and served as Wei Qing's female slaves.
They were quite happy with this "humiliation."
After all, according to the laws of the Han Dynasty, maids and servants were just the property of their masters. Only after serving their masters for many
years and growing old and faded could they be freely married off to servants. But now, Princess Pingyang increasingly treated them like sisters
, having them serve a young and noble Imperial Guard officer together, and had secretly promised to marry them to him as concubines.
For a maidservant, this status was unattainable.
Being a slave meant her entire life would be one, barred from education, officialdom,
freedom of movement, and marriage, forever subject to abuse.
A concubine, however, was no longer a slave, enjoying the privileges of a distant relative, with parents, siblings, and other relatives holding gentry status
.
Like the emperor marrying Wei Qing's sister, only the imperial family could bestow such magnanimous favors upon a slave.
Otherwise, it would be a violation of the laws of the Han Dynasty.
Gradually, the young and beautiful maidservants grew increasingly grateful to Princess Pingyang.
She became more and more like their sister, often humbly pleading with Wei Qing for their mistakes, even
incurring their new master's wrath and being severely punished, while her temperament grew increasingly gentle and kind.
They, too, grew increasingly fond of their new master.
As lowly slaves, they knew that many masters took pleasure in arbitrarily abusing and tormenting their female slaves, but the
handsome Imperial Guard Commander was not truly cruel and abusive towards them. Although he also enjoyed binding and whipping them, it was more like
a playful act, while he mostly showered them with tenderness, care, and generous rewards.
Moreover, he possessed a pair of bright, mesmerizing eyes.
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Soon, their passionate and beautiful intimacy became the talk of the town.
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The emperor finally learned of his beloved young officer's "outrageous" actions.
He urgently summoned his sister.
"Outrageous! This is utterly shameless defiling of the royal dignity!" the hot-tempered emperor roared furiously in the secret chamber
. "This vile bastard dared to do this! I will have him torn apart by chariots!"
"Then, Your Majesty, please tear me apart by chariots as well," Princess Pingyang said calmly.
The emperor glared at her fiercely.
Just like when she first summoned Wei Qing to her residence, Princess Pingyang wore delicate makeup, her eyebrows and eyes drawn, her hair loose...
Her long hair was combed smooth and glossy black, her figure was slender and graceful, and her face was dignified and pretty. A flowing, lotus-green silk dress draped
over her shoulders, paired with a grey shawl embroidered with gold phoenixes, and precious jade hairpins, pearl hairpins, and seven-colored gemstone earrings,
exuded an elegant and virtuous noble charm. Yet, her bright almond-shaped eyes bravely met the emperor's gaze.
"Do you think I wouldn't dare do this?" the emperor said coldly.
"Imperial power is divinely granted; Your Majesty can certainly deal with Wei Qing and me as you please," Princess Pingyang replied. "However,
compassion and tolerance are the duties and responsibilities of a monarch."
"You've fallen for this scoundrel?" the emperor muttered. "He even dares to lecture me with grand principles."
"Yes, I love him."
"But I hate him, and I want to kill him," the emperor said with a furious grin. 　　 In Princess Pingyang's residence, Wei Qing sat silently cross-legged in the main hall of the dungeon in the back courtyard. He drew his sword, placed it before him,
and 　　stared at the stone wall above him, head held high. 　　 He knew the emperor was furious. 　　 As a member of the Imperial Guard, he knew all too well that the emperor was not a merciful ruler, and he had witnessed many favored 　　officials and nobles die tragically in the streets of Chang'an for momentarily offending the emperor. But he refused to flee, even though with his fine horse and 　　sharp sword he could escape to a foreign desert beyond the emperor's reach. He would rather die than betray 　　the emperor who had made him a hero, and he would not allow himself to implicate the young women who loved him so deeply. 　　 If the emperor punished Princess Pingyang, he would commit suicide to repay the devotion of his beloved. 　　 As a soldier, he would not die a lowly death at the hands of a jailer. 　　 Princess Pingyang's maids accompanied Wei Qing. 　　 They had changed into coarse cloth dresses befitting female slaves, their hair flowing freely, and were bound in heavy shackles. Some 　　had locked themselves in chains, and they knelt silently around the room, awaiting their fate to be escorted to death alongside Wei Qing and Princess Pingyang 　　. 　　 At this moment, a noble and beautiful blush rose on the pale cheeks of these young maids. 　　 They demanded that their new master kill them before he committed suicide. 　　 For they were no longer lowly slaves, but concubines of the Imperial Guard Commander, 　　women from a family that had held their heads high for generations. Their pure and noble bodies could not be defiled or molested by a vile prison guard. 　　 Looking at these young women preparing for their deaths, Wei Qing felt a lump in his throat. 　　 He deeply regretted not having cherished them more, and not having cherished Princess Pingyang more. 　　 Just then, in the deep dungeon, the clanging of shackles echoed. Everyone 　　raised their heads, their eyes gradually brightening. 　　 It 　　 was as if time had rewound to Princess Pingyang and Wei Qing's first secret rendezvous in the dungeon. 　　 A pair of shapely, fair feet, barefoot and clad in rough straw sandals, 　　were bound tightly by ugly, heavy cast-iron shackles, dragging the thick iron chains connecting the shackles as she 　　moved forward with difficulty, step by step. 　　 Princess Pingyang, wearing heavy shackles, walked towards Wei Qing along the dungeon corridor. 　　 She had removed all her jewelry, wearing only a blue cloth handkerchief, her hair loose and gathered at her chest. 　　Dressed in undyed coarse cloth, she resembled the lowest-ranking female slave in the mansion. Her soft hands were bound behind her back, 　　tightly bound with a hemp rope as thick as a little finger. Through the wrinkled bodice, her full breasts were 　　accentuated by the binding, revealing their alluring curves. Her eyes were lowered, and a faint blush graced her cheeks 　　. 　　 The maidservant who had accompanied Princess Pingyang to the palace to meet the emperor was also dressed as a female slave, wearing handcuffs and shackles, supporting 　　her young mistress whose shoulders and arms were bound and whose hands were tied behind her back, as they walked towards the group. 　　 Princess Pingyang laboriously reached Wei Qing and knelt down with difficulty. 　　 "Master, do you remember? I once told you here that I would give myself to you as a gift." 　　Princess Pingyang's eyes were red as she knelt obediently and gently before the young Imperial Guard officer, whispering shyly, 　　"From now on, I am no longer a noble princess, but a lowly slave girl who belongs to you for life 　　. Please accept this lowly concubine, my lord." 　　 "Today, His Majesty the Emperor has also officially issued an edict ordering this lowly concubine to marry you, my lord." 　　 Wei Qing stood up, looking dazed. 　　 "You, what did you say?" he murmured as if in a dream. 　　 Princess Pingyang repeated the Emperor's decree. 　　 "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will be loyal to Your Majesty for the rest of my life, even if it means sacrificing my life." Wei Qing 　　knelt down towards the direction of Weiyang Palace, murmuring with tears streaming down his face, "Long live Your Majesty!" 　　 "Long live Your Majesty!" All the young women, though bound, struggled to kneel down, sobbing with emotion. 　　 Princess Pingyang also wept, nestled in Wei Qing's arms, limp and unable to move, her silent, moving red lips and 　　tear-filled almond eyes receiving the increasingly frenzied kisses. 　　 ——————————————————————————————————————————— 　　 August, a bright sunny day. 　　 Willows swayed in the breeze, egrets dotted the landscape. The noble and beautiful Princess Pingyang, by imperial decree, married the handsome and brave Imperial Guard Commander, becoming 　　the most sensational topic of conversation in Chang'an and even the entire Han Empire. On 　　 her wedding day, the shy Princess Pingyang, supported by her personal maids, walked out of the mansion gates, boarded the emperor's 　　specially permitted four-horse carriage, and, escorted by three hundred Imperial Guard cavalry, passed through the crowded streets, amidst 　　the enthusiastic cheers of the people of Chang'an, to marry Imperial Guard Commander Wei Qing. 　　 Her beauty and gentleness conquered the entire city of Chang'an. 　　 That night, Princess Pingyang, completely naked and bound, was led into the brightly decorated bridal chamber. She 　　lay shyly in the arms of the Imperial Guard Commander, while all the concubines who had escorted the bride giggled and teased her. 　　 They placed heavy shackles on her feet as a wedding gift. 　　 The young princess dared not open her eyes, feeling blissfully as if in a dream. 　　 Watching the beautiful concubines laugh and joke, the young Imperial Guard Commander couldn't help but smile mockingly.

Seeing the mocking smile, they suddenly remembered that they too would soon be naked and shackled, bound
hand and foot like Princess Pingyang, unable to move, serving as their new master's "slave girls," and
blushed with shame.
The rough red candles went out, and the darkness was filled with the sweet, lingering sounds of young lovers.
That
night, the emperor was sleepless.
He had just issued an imperial edict.
To commend the brave Imperial Guards for their achievements in expanding the empire's territory, in addition to all of Princess Pingyang's property,
the emperor bestowed many riches as a dowry upon his sister, and granted all of the princess's personal maids as concubines
. Their children would be able to inherit the Wei clan and possess noble status.
Some ministers objected, believing this violated the law.
"Do I not have the right to change the laws?" the emperor laughed. "Emperor Gaozu changed the Qin laws and made a three-point agreement with the people .
My special favor to the poor and lowly slaves is merely a manifestation of the Son of Heaven's compassion and tolerance. What's wrong with that?"
The ministers did not object further.
They feared losing their smiles.
The current emperor had never liked his ministers arguing.
When this matter spread, the people sang praises of the emperor's wisdom. The common people
were already amazed that a soldier of slave origin could become the emperor's son-in-law, and hearing of the emperor's compassion and benevolence, they felt even more grateful
and gratified.
However, the emperor was depressed.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Wei Qing's handsome face and many beautiful women bound and shackled,
willingly serving as female slaves to this young Imperial Guard Commander. In these scenes, every beauty was so
gentle and humble, even when severely tortured and bruised, she still appeared charming.
"That brat is really lucky with women," the emperor grumbled angrily.
A
month later, the imperial court launched a campaign against the Xiongnu.
Many skilled commoners and lowly servants joined the army.
Wei Qing led 50,000 cavalry deep into the borderlands. These newly recruited soldiers were extremely brave and skilled in battle, even
fighting fiercely when the enemy attacked ten times their size, repeatedly defeating the Xiongnu cavalry.
It is said that the Xiongnu Chanyu was amazed that the emperor could inspire such loyalty in his soldiers through an unconventional marriage arrangement
. 　　 The news of the victory reached Chang'an.
The 　　 emperor was overjoyed. He personally visited the princess's residence, presenting his sister and favored minister with three thousand taels of gold, one hundred 　　fine horses, and countless silks, satins, and jewels. He also summoned Princess Pingyang for a private audience. 　　 With no outsiders present, the emperor spoke casually. "Sister, 　　" he asked, 　　 "do you know why I forgave that scoundrel Wei Qing and agreed to marry you to him?" 　　 "Is it because I said that if Your Majesty gave me to Wei Qing, I would give Your Majesty a 　　brave warrior who could sweep away the enemy for Your Majesty and a heart that would be forever loyal to Your Majesty?" Princess Pingyang laughed. "Today, Wei 　　Qing has proven that I did not deceive Your Majesty, and has also proven Your Majesty's wisdom." 　　 "Even if you didn't say that, I would have known long ago that Wei Qing was a loyal and brave man," the Emperor said. 　　 "Then, Your Majesty, did you deliberately have me show your favor?" 　　 "Not only that," the Emperor shook his head with a smile. "I just know that since the time of Emperor Gaozu, 　　most of our Liu imperial family members have been amorous and unfaithful, their love affairs are beyond comprehension." 　　 "Your Majesty, please do not insult Emperor Gaozu by teasing me," Princess Pingyang said reproachfully. 　　 "Very well, I won't speak nonsense anymore." The Emperor looked at his sister, who had become even more beautiful and charming after her marriage, and suddenly laughed 　　. "I'm just curious why you, who have always been so proud and arrogant, would like to be a slave to that brat, obediently letting him tie you up and whip you? I heard that you and your concubines usually 　　serve your husband 　　in simple clothes and shackles ?" 　　 "Your Majesty, you're talking nonsense." Princess Pingyang blushed and denied it shyly. 　　 "I have my own eyes and ears, haha, I'm not talking nonsense." The Emperor laughed loudly. 　　 "How adorable! Your Majesty has always loved teasing me since I was little, and you're still so mischievous. I'm so embarrassed!" 　　 "What's there to be afraid of? There are plenty of things to do in the boudoir. My elder sister is closest to me; as long as she's happy, 　　I'll naturally be happy too." The Emperor quietly leaned close to the shy Princess Pingyang's ear and said with a grin, "Actually 　　, I also enjoy playing games like bondage and capturing female slaves with my concubines, and sometimes we even play with whipping. Otherwise, why would I forgive 　　that brat Wei Qing for marrying you, making him my brother-in-law? 　　 "

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