The Record of the Jade Sword, Volume 1, Chapter 1

Act One: A Tumultuous Autumn - A
Sudden Storm On a moonless, chilly autumn night, a carriage silently arrived at the city gate of the capital. The gate
was already ajar, and the junior officer guarding it, hearing the sound of the carriage, squinted against the cold wind and peered out.
He saw a completely black carriage, the driver covered in dust, clad in black, his powerful muscles bulging
—clearly a soldier. The officer quickly approached the carriage, and before he could speak, a hand emerged from the curtain,
holding a golden token. The token gleamed in the darkness. The officer bowed to the token and quickly
gestured for the soldiers huddled behind the gate to open it.
A dozen soldiers pushed open the heavy bronze and wooden gate, and the driver, seeing it open, pulled on the reins, and
the carriage sped through the crack. Before the officer could even cry out, the carriage had vanished in a cloud of dust. Several soldiers near the door
felt a chill run down their spines and shivered involuntarily. "Who comes here, barbarian! How dare you be so insolent under the Emperor's nose
!" a soldier, used to his arrogant ways, couldn't help but shout. The junior officer quickly stopped him, "Silence
!" But he was also filled with suspicion: With the imperial token issued, could something have happened in the Forbidden City?
In the southwest corner of the Forbidden City was a cluster of noble mansions. It was already past midnight, the third watch of the night, and
in the silence, only the mansion of the Carefree Marquis was brightly lit, filled with the clinking of glasses. At this time, the Carefree Marquis, Gu Dahai, was already drunk and
being carried back to his bedroom by his servants. The guests whispered among themselves: this illiterate, weak-willed, but naturally lucky
Marquis, it seems his health is not what it used to be. Now, seated at the banquet as the host was the Prince of Taiping, and accompanying the head of the table
was the Carefree Marquis's eldest son, Gu Daji. Gu Daji, a fat man with large ears, was renowned in the capital for his prodigious capacity for alcohol.
Once, he made a bet with the second son of Liu Qi, the Duke of Chen, with the Prince of Taiping offering a prized Akhal-Teke horse. Gu Daji reportedly
spent three days immersed in a vat of Zhuyeqing liquor at the Zuixianlou restaurant, drinking the entire vat. His stench of alcohol permeated the entire street
. The eunuchs told this story to the Emperor as a joke. The Emperor casually chuckled and cursed, "A good-for-nothing!" Unexpectedly
, the Marquis of Xiaoyao specially requested the Emperor to write those four characters in imperial calligraphy, which he then hung in his son's study. From then on,
a special "Gluttonous Courtyard" was built on the west side of the Marquis of Xiaoyao's residence, becoming a
gathering place for princes and nobles to compete in drinking and horse racing. Of course, they only entered and exited through the side gate; the main gate remained the imposing entrance to the Marquis's mansion.
The Emperor often inquired with the eunuchs about the latest amusing events at the Xiaoyao residence. But Gu Daji always managed to come up with something new,
providing plenty of laughs. He always managed to make the Emperor, Empress Dowager, and concubines smile. The dukes and princes, of course, had to maintain
their airs and not associate with him. But the newly promoted nobles and princes were different. They were still
young and liked novelties, which was one reason. The court officials
were certainly not comparable to these ignorant princes and princes. Fortunately, Gu Daji was eloquent enough to please both the refined and the common, and whether you were a highbrow scholar or
a commoner, he could always make you feel good with his words. Moreover, this "Gourmet Courtyard" is filled with halls
and small gardens. This young Master Gu always manages to gather like-minded people together. Often, one group will
be reciting poetry and painting in "Lan Gui Fang," while another group will be drinking and singing in "Huan Chang Xuan." Most remarkably, he has several clever and obedient
pageboys who manage things in various places, ensuring he can move freely between the different courtyards. In general, no guest
will feel neglected by the host; everyone will leave satisfied.
Thirty miles from the capital, on the mountainside of Qingliang Mountain, lies the Jingxin Nunnery. This nunnery is not very popular, but its rooms
are numerous and exquisitely crafted. Meanwhile, in a side room in the courtyard, a faint candlelight flickered. The room was divided
into two sections. To the north was a rosewood bed with a mosquito net hanging down, where two maids of about eighteen or nineteen were making the bed. Through
a beaded curtain, to the south was another room, with a small bed in the west corner, a carved round table in the center, and four
round stools around it. In the flickering light of the candle, a nun was sitting with her back turned, head propped up, tears streaming down her face. Her coarse gray robe
could not conceal her graceful figure. Her fair wrists, exposed outside the robe, shone brightly in the candlelight.
At this moment, the two maids came out of the inner room and knelt down: "The bedding has been arranged. Please rest, Your Highness!" The nun
turned around, revealing herself to be an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her face was radiant, her skin as white as snow, and her oval face had a high, straight nose. She
was remarkably beautiful and delicate. She lightly wiped her eyes and slightly parted her lips: "I have been reborn, and by the Emperor's grace, I have entered the Buddhist
order. From now on, I must no longer bear any worldly titles." With that, she rose and walked towards the inner room. Suddenly, a rapid
knocking came from the door. Two maids exchanged a glance; one leaped over the round table to block her mistress, while the other,
with a slight sway, silently approached the door. The beautiful woman turned towards the door and nodded slightly.
The maid at the door spoke: "Who is knocking at the door in the middle of the night? How rude!" A voice outside chanted Buddhist prayers: "Abbot
Liaochen of this nunnery has come to pay his respects!"
"Young Marquis, I have a question to ask you, and I hope you can enlighten me!" A handsome man with a dark face and a light beard among the guests
stood up. Gu Daji glanced at the man, a smile playing on his lips. "Murong, the talented scholar of the Censorate,
speak freely." He thought to himself, "He's finally here." The guests quieted down, turning their attention to
this Inner Attendant of the Censorate. The Left and Right Censors-in-Chief of the Censorate wielded considerable power, specializing in the examination
and impeachment of officials. The Inner Attendants, however, were responsible for attending to the emperor, offering advice, filling vacancies, collecting omissions, reviewing and rejecting imperial edicts, correcting
memorials submitted by various departments, supervising the Six Ministries, and impeaching officials. They complemented the Censors, holding the rank of eighth grade—low in rank
but powerful in authority—and thus, officials never dared to treat them with disrespect. This Murong Qiu had recently gained the emperor's favor, having
brought down more than twenty officials, especially the founding hero, Duke Jingguo Ximen Xian, causing
widespread fear among officials in the capital. Today, Murong Qiu arrived uninvited, and the Marquis of Xiaoyao treated him with courtesy, so things proceeded peacefully. However, the princes
and nobles seemed uncomfortable with him and only wanted to leave quickly.
The Marquis of Xiaoyao had originally planned to host a private banquet for him, but then Prince Taiping arrived. Prince Taiping was originally the former crown prince, but after his father's sudden death, he abdicated the throne to his uncle and was granted the title of
Prince Taiping. The Emperor was very wary of him, but he was happy to be carefree and enjoyed lively gatherings. Therefore, once he arrived, no one could
leave, and the Marquis of Xiaoyao made Murong Qiu a guest of honor, giving him considerable face. Unexpectedly, he suddenly
launched an attack during the banquet, surprising everyone except Prince Taiping and Gu Daji.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, Daji will definitely handle everything well," Honglian nestled in the Marquis of Xiaoyao's arms, comforting him.
He, the previously drunken Marquis of Xiaoyao, now lay slumped on his couch, his brows furrowed. "His Majesty still doesn't
trust me!" As a veteran minister who had fought for many years, Marquis of Xiaoyao sighed deeply. "My sister once said that
those who can conquer the world together cannot share it!" A sweet voice reminded Marquis of that stubborn
face from three years ago.
After the late emperor pacified the land, a year of famine struck. A group of remnants of the previous dynasty banded together and suddenly launched an attack from the west,
capturing ten cities and advancing directly towards the capital. Leading them was Zhou Pengyuan, a Confucian general from the previous dynasty. This man was highly shrewd;
after entering the cities, he opened the granaries and distributed grain equally among the wealthy, winning the hearts of the famine victims. Some refugees in the cities, hearing of his arrival,
responded enthusiastically, and thus they marched on with unstoppable momentum. To appease the people, the late emperor personally
led an army of 100,000 on a campaign. The Marquis of Xiaoyao, with the rank of vanguard general, led 5,000 soldiers to intercept the enemy and dampen their morale. His younger brother, Zhao Zhuo (the current emperor), along with
Duke Jingguo Ximen Xian, Crown Prince Zhao Qi, and Duke Chenguo Liu Qi, each led 30,000 troops, forming a pincer movement to control the northern and southern
routes respectively. The late emperor, along with the General Who Conquers the East and the General Who Pacifies the South, led the remaining troops to cover the rear. The two wives of the Marquis of Xiaoyao were
sworn sisters, both renowned female generals, one fierce and the other gentle. Qiu Yulian was originally not required to participate in
the battle, but unexpectedly, when the late emperor appointed generals, she donned armor and charged alone into the drill ground to volunteer, committing a capital offense. Unexpectedly
, the late emperor praised her, saying, "A female general, she will fight to the death!" He spared her life and even appointed her as deputy vanguard general. Perhaps it
was truly fate that could not be defied. Even for the founding fathers, the universally acknowledged lucky general, the Carefree Marquis, this battle was fraught with peril and
utterly devastating. His wife, who had been with him for half his life, also passed away, leaving him behind. The Carefree Marquis was carried into the manor and
only recovered after a month of recuperation.
"My lord, my lord!" Honglian's frantic cries finally pulled the Carefree Marquis back to reality from his painful memories
. But just like before, the Carefree Marquis's muscles began to spasm uncontrollably.
The sword, as black as ink, was perfectly integrated with the man, strangely cold and chilling.
The man had a black cloth covering his head and a black scarf covering his face, dressed in a black robe, and wore a pair of black gloves that were neither silk nor leather
. In the darkness, he resembled a statue. The man sat upright on a futon for an hour. Apart from the square table in front of the futon, the only other thing in the room was a quilt spread on the floor in the corner. The entire room was as 　　dark and cold
as the man himself .
Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the window, illuminating the square table in a stark white
light. On the table sat a row of ancestral tablets. A clap of thunder sounded, and the woman's motionless eyes snapped to life, her body rising upright.
With a flick of her wrist, the sword, its blade slender and serpentine, coiled around her waist,
forming a black belt with a snap. She twisted her waist, performing a backflip
in mid-air, her graceful body tracing a beautiful arc. Her firm breasts and buttocks were shapely and supple, her entire
body, shrouded in a cold, somber hue, radiating youthful energy. Suddenly, a streak of black light
shot from between her strong, muscular legs, scattering a corner of the table with the sword's edge. The woman in black nodded in satisfaction, re-wrapped the sword around her waist
, and leaped forward out the window, disappearing into the rainy night.
"Amitabha!" The door opened, and a middle-aged nun stepped inside. The maid named Lü'e
glanced alertly around the room. A flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings, but no one was there. Lü'e immediately closed
the door and stood by the doorway with her hands at her sides. "This humble nun's visit so late at night is extremely presumptuous! I hope Your Highness will forgive me!" The nun had
delicate features and refined manners, and she knelt down to pay her respects. The beautiful woman stepped aside, saying, "Now that I
have entered the Buddhist order, I no longer accept such worldly formalities. What brings you here, Abbot? Please speak freely." The middle-aged nun remained
kneeling, saying, "This humble nun was originally a servant in the Duke of Jingguo's household. Deeply indebted to the Princess, I was forced to enter this Buddhist monastery."
Tears streamed down her face. "The household has suffered a great calamity, and I am truly heartbroken. But I am powerless, and now, as a
recluse, I am utterly useless. Heaven has taken pity on me; His Majesty has entrusted the Princess to this nunnery. I am grateful for Buddha's protection and will
serve you with all my might." It turned out that the beautiful woman was none other than Ximen Lanxin, the daughter of the Duke of Jingguo and a concubine. Because of the Duke's crime,
she was implicated and, though spared the death penalty, was banished from the palace to the nunnery to reflect on her actions. She was accompanied only by two maids,
Lü'e and Ziye. But the three of them remained without relatives or friends, dependent on others. Hearing Liao Chen's
words today, I couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow. My nose stung, and two streams of tears fell.
"Your Majesty, please be quiet!" Liao Chen said urgently, "This nunnery is a royal temple; it's inevitable that there are spies from the inner
palace." Lan Xin entered the palace at eighteen and knew the treachery within. She never expected that even this peaceful place couldn't escape it.
A chill ran through her, and she frowned. "Please rest assured, Your Highness, I am honored to hold the position of Abbot and will certainly protect you.
Just be careful with your meals from now on. I have arranged for Zhineng and Zhixin to be in the nearby meditation room, ready to receive your orders at any time." Lanxin
instructed Lü'e to help Liaochen up, and had Ziye take a string of pearls from a chest and place it on the table. She slowly said, "It's rare
to see your loyalty. I have no gold or silver on me, so take this and exchange it for some money to use as a favor. It's
late tonight, so we can't discuss this in detail. I will need your continued care in the future." Liaochen repeatedly said, "I dare not!" She
was about to refuse, but seeing her resolute expression, she reached out and took the pearls, tucking them into her sleeve, chanting Buddhist prayers as she left.
Under the flickering candlelight, Xiaoyao Hou's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat. His lips trembled, but he couldn't
utter a sound. Honglian quickly pulled a wooden comb from her hair, pried open the man's teeth, and stuffed it into his mouth
. Then, with a swift movement, she straddled his waist and ripped open his clothes with a sharp tear. The man's dark chest
was covered in crisscrossing scars, forming deep grooves in his broad, muscular body. Honglian clenched
her fists, desperately striking Xiaoyao Hou's convulsing body. Xiaoyao Hou seemed to be enduring immense pain, as if
a monster within him was tearing at his internal organs; the tremors of his muscles were like waves
of sadistic onslaught. Suddenly, Xiaoyao Hou's bloodshot eyes widened, and his body, lying on the couch, arched violently,
almost throwing Honglian off. This brought out a hidden fierceness within her. Honglian gasped, her hands
changing from fists to clenched fists, pressing forcefully against Xiaoyao Hou's chest. Her soft buttocks tensed sharply, and her legs clamped tightly around Xiaoyao Hou
's burning waist.
The carefree lord's body was like a wild, untamed horse, constantly rising and falling, turning left and right, causing Red Lotus to be tossed about.
Her jet-black hair was loose, her sash was undone, and her two large breasts burst through her clothes, their snow-white color
particularly striking in the dim room. Her face was flushed, and she held a swaying strand of hair in her mouth, beads of sweat forming on her nose.
She tried several times to cup her breasts with her hands, but couldn't free them. With each sway, she felt shyly that
her rosy nipples had hardened and her nipples were erect. Honglian was both embarrassed and annoyed, and deliberately increased the amplitude, letting her
two jade rabbits bounce freely, the sweat between her breasts splashing everywhere with the waves of her breasts. Honglian felt a slight pleasure,
a smile playing on her lips, like a mischievous girl. She continued to exert more force with her thighs, trying to tame the wild horse beneath her,
when suddenly she felt something hard scraping against her inner thighs, and her heart skipped a beat. She looked down and realized that she was sitting on the
knot of Xiaoyao Hou's sash. She cursed softly in embarrassment, and just as she was about to adjust her position, another wave of swaying came over her.
"Never mind, saving the master is the priority!" She quickly steadied herself, only to find her undergarment, already soaked with sweat,
clinging tightly to Honglian's inner thighs. The awful buckle, with each violent sway, relentlessly rubbed
against her vulva, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her, igniting a burning desire within her. "You worthless bastard, trying
to bully me too!" Honglian gritted her teeth, clamping her legs together, pressing her inner thighs tightly against each other, refusing to allow the slightest movement. She leaned
forward, forcefully pushing against Xiaoyao Hou's chest with both hands. Xiaoyao Hou's lungs were compressed, making breathing difficult,
his dark face flushed crimson.
Suddenly, a bulge slowly rose on Xiaoyao Hou's right chest, something writhing beneath the muscles.
Honglian's eyebrows furrowed, and with a swift movement of her right hand, she pulled a silver hairpin from her hair,
thrusting it in with a sharp thrust. Strangely, a centipede was embedded in the gleaming hairpin. As soon as it was removed, the centipede stiffened in the wind, and
Xiaoyao Hou's body immediately calmed down. Honglian used the hairpin to slash the centipede to pieces, then breathed a sigh of relief.
She pulled the wooden comb from Xiaoyao Hou's mouth and tossed it aside. She wiped the sweat from her brow, slightly raised
her head, and, with her snow-white chest puffed out, gathered her previously loose black hair behind her head.
Xiaoyao Hou, just regaining his senses, felt burning hot all over and his mouth was dry. He slightly opened his eyes and saw
a snow-white, alluring body before him. Fine beads of sweat glistened between her large breasts, shimmering and translucent under the lamplight
, their allure undiminished. The air still held a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. The carefree Marquis abruptly sat
up, his strong arms tightening around the slender waist of the beauty in his embrace. Honglian let out a soft
moan as the Marquis's large lips pressed against her full, soft breasts, his burning lips sucking incessantly, his rough tongue roaming,
hungrily licking the sweat between her breasts. Honglian's nipples, which had been throbbing wildly, were now incredibly sensitive. She
instinctively flinched back, her jade-like vulva brushing against her belt buckle once more, sending another tingling sensation through her legs. "I'm going to tear
this thing apart!" Honglian used her knees to lift her round buttocks slightly, and Xiaoyao Hou's tongue took the opportunity to trace from her areola to
her nipple. Honglian cried out and continued to dodge backward, but unexpectedly, a huge hard object pressed against
her buttocks from behind, blocking her way out.

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