【Autumn Rain and a Beautiful Woman】

The news that Princess Chuyun was getting married spread like wildfire throughout Yanjing. The people of the Tianlong Empire might not know who the new top scholar was, who the current prime minister was, or even the current reign title, but they certainly knew who Princess Chuyun was.
She was the pride of the empire, and Emperor Longxing's affection for her was boundless. He bestowed upon her the name Princess Chuyun and, despite the officials' pleas, commissioned the construction of the Chuyun Pavilion within the imperial palace. From her first appearance before the public, she had always served her father like a little bird, showered with gold, silver, jewels, and silks—an annual reward so abundant that a special outer courtyard had to be built to store them. It was said that this was all specially reserved by Longxing for her dowry.
Yet, every year she would exchange these rewards for grain to aid the poor within the empire, prompting officials to submit memorials criticizing the princess's philanthropy—which Longxing simply laughed off.
From the moment the news of Chuyun's marriage was officially announced, the Minister of Rites and the Grand Chancellor of the Tianlong Empire breathed a sigh of relief. They no longer had to worry about dealing with the tens of thousands of princes and nobles every year. These people, who held themselves in high esteem, were determined to settle down in the capital, just to see this beauty as often as possible, causing them countless troubles.
The Grand Chancellor, in his thirties, had turned completely white-haired in just a few years because of this. Some were happy, some were sad. The commander of the Imperial Guards hadn't slept for days. The Imperial Guards throughout Yanjing were lying in wait, rescuing countless suitors who were trying to commit suicide.
Qin Shifeng was a lowly centurion in the Imperial Guards. He hadn't slept well for several days, but today he received orders to protect the princess on her wedding day. This was good news for him—he could finally get a good night's sleep. After all, no one in Yanjing dared to touch Her Highness the Princess. According to ancestral custom, a princess must move to Luyuan before her marriage. His soldiers had already ensured the area was impenetrable, not even a fly could get in. However, in his opinion, the main task for the next few days was to keep out those admirers who would risk everything for the princess.
Speaking of admirers, Qin Shifeng himself was one. When he was nine, he and his brother wandered all the way to Yanjing, where they were taken in by Princess Chuyun, who was distributing porridge. His brother, skilled in martial arts, became the princess's bodyguard, while he became a soldier in the Imperial Guard.
He was only eleven years old that year, and Qin Shifeng would never forget her exquisitely carved little hands; they had pulled him back from the brink of death. Dressed in white palace attire, she seemed untouched by worldly concerns, making him believe he had arrived in heaven, that the little girl who fed him without a care for his filth was the fairy from his grandmother's fairy tales. Like most ordinary citizens of the capital, he naturally felt that his admiration was base, and even thinking about it was a desecration of her.
Like most ordinary citizens of the capital, Qin Shifeng did not want the princess to marry into the Tang Dynasty. This was because of an incident from over a decade ago. When the Tang Emperor saw the princess, he was so captivated by her beauty that he offered nine prefectures and eighty-one counties as dowry to take the seven-year-old Chuyun as his concubine. After being refused, the two countries nearly went to war.
Although many rulers had done irrational things after seeing Chuyun, even the Dragon Emperor, when he first saw his four-year-old daughter, acted somewhat out of line, it was rare to see a monarch like the Tang Emperor willing to fight for a beautiful woman. Now that the princess was marrying the Tang Crown Prince, many in the capital, though silent, were worried.
Because he had seen Princess Chuyun again from afar, Qin Shifeng felt a surge of excitement. His brother used to be the princess's guard, and he could see her from time to time. Two years ago, he had even seen Princess Chuyun sneaking out of the palace and kept watch for her. Even more surprisingly, the two shared some secrets. Compared to two years ago, the princess's face had lost some of its childishness and gained elegance and nobility. In the way her beautiful eyes glanced around, Qin Shifeng even felt that she seemed to see himself.
From the afternoon onwards, a bold idea had been tempting him—or rather, a thought that had long resided in his heart. He wanted to secretly observe the princess, even for a quarter of an hour, just a glimpse of her back would suffice; for him, responsible for the princess's security, this wouldn't be difficult. Qin Shifeng dismissed several patrolling soldiers and stopped at an inconspicuous spot behind the princess's palace. There, he had discovered a small gap during his afternoon patrol, through which the scene inside the room was clearly visible.
This was…! Qin Shifeng was astonished to find another person in the princess's palace. The man in the dragon robe was none other than Princess Chuyun's father, the emperor of the empire, the Dragon Rising Emperor. Why was the emperor here today? Qin Shifeng was filled with questions. He clearly remembered that the emperor had not visited Heron Garden today.
"Father, look, isn't Izumo beautiful today?" Princess Izumo twirled a few times in front of her father like a beautiful butterfly. Her girlish charm was captivating. Standing outside, Qin Shifeng felt that Princess Izumo seemed to have glanced at him unintentionally. His suspicions deepened. The princess's current behavior was strange; as she twirled, she inadvertently revealed a large expanse of her snow-white breasts, as if she were filled with something that aroused the deepest desires in men.
What he found even more unbelievable was that the emperor, over fifty years old, actually laughed and embraced his daughter from behind. The emperor was about half a head taller than the princess. He lowered his head to sniff Izumo's slender neck, his face filled with intoxication, while his hands unceremoniously climbed onto the princess's breasts. The dignified and beautiful Princess Izumo did not struggle, only blushing and letting out moans that would make any man lose control. Qin Shifeng stared dumbfounded at what he was seeing; what they were doing had crossed the line between father and daughter.
"Father..." Chuyun stamped her foot playfully, her full buttocks, hidden beneath her loose wedding robes, swaying restlessly, the friction between her bodies stimulating His Majesty's lust.
"Who has bullied my Yun'er?" His Majesty's voice held an undeniable authority, yet his hands quickened their movements.
"Of course it's you, Father! Father, you're pressing against Chuyun. Father... Father hasn't answered Chuyun's question yet. Chuyun dressed up specially for Father today, but Father hasn't shown any reaction." The princess reached back, grabbing His Majesty's wicked member through his clothes.
"Yun'er, do you mean inside or outside?" He gently pulled Chuyun's wedding robes down, revealing her beautiful shoulders, alabaster-white skin, and sharp collarbones. Although Longxing himself couldn't remember how many times he had left his dragon children inside this woman, and had seen her at her most lewd, he still couldn't resist kissing his daughter's shoulders.
"Father will see what's inside Izumo." The princess's moans were clearly audible, full of provocation. Qin Shifeng couldn't believe that the princess, whom he usually considered a desecration even to glance at, would speak to a man like this, especially since this man was her own father.
"How is Yun'er dressed?" Long Xing kissed his daughter's neck, his hands reaching inside her clothes.
"Father... this is Luyuan, and I'm about to become a bride." Izumo's shy voice was full of primal temptation, leading the man to have all sorts of absurd thoughts. Qin Shifeng even thought that even if he were inside, he wouldn't be able to resist violating her.
"Father just likes to inspect here, Izumo, you little vixen. Do you think Father doesn't know your little thoughts? You just like to be fucked in places like this." Long Xing's hands effortlessly opened Izumo's gorgeous wedding dress, revealing only a thin gauze garment underneath, which was more of a seduction than a cover-up.
A thick red rope, about the thickness of a thumb, bound her full breasts together in a pretty hollow knot at her chest, complementing her two bright red nipples and adding to her allure.
Her clothes slipped off her body, exposing her long, shapely legs to the air. The dense forest between her legs tempted Qin Shifeng, who was watching from the outside. Before him, this woman flaunting her charms in front of her biological father was the revered Princess Chuyun.
"Yun'er, why aren't your hands tied?" "Hehe, is Father getting senile? If Yun'er were tied up, how could she massage Father's back? Wouldn't that expose us today? Chu Yun likes Father to tie her up." As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back, and Long Xing ruthlessly twisted her two snow-white arms together and skillfully tied them with red rope. Chu Yun cooperated, occasionally letting out a soft moan. Clearly, the two of them often did this. Even Qin Shifeng knew that His Majesty was most averse to others saying that he was old; all emperors had this kind of thought.
"You slut, just like your mother, I'll show you whether Father is old or not." Qin Shifeng, who was outside, keenly noticed that when Long Xing mentioned Chu Yun's mother, a look of pain appeared on the face of this princess who was already aroused.
Long Xing pressed his daughter's body onto a low table, took out his already erect penis, and rubbed it against Chu Yun's already overflowing private parts. Qin Shifeng's heart raced the moment he witnessed the act of lovemaking for the first time. Although he couldn't see what Chu Yun's private parts looked like, Chu Yun, lying on the table, blushed so deeply she seemed about to drip water, letting out a long moan to express her dissatisfaction.
"Yun'er, you're so wet. Is your father getting old? Is your father more powerful, or your brother?" "Of course it's your father. Your thing is the biggest, and it makes Yun'er feel the best. Every time, it makes Yun'er feel like she's dying and coming back to life. Father, please stop moving your head. Yun'er can't take it anymore. Yun'er will wet your dragon robe. Father, please hurry up and fuck Yun'er to death. Please, Father, ah..." Chu Yun cried out loudly. Qin Shifeng could hardly believe that the dignified and virtuous princess would utter such lewd words.
As an emperor revered by all, he had three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two concubines, and countless noblewomen. He found flaws in every woman, but this woman kneeling before him was the most perfect beauty in the world.
Her almost naked body was full and rounded without an ounce of excess fat; her supple waist seemed so slender it could be encircled by a single hand. Perfect curves extended from her upturned thighs to her long, elegant neck; every inch of her skin exuded a fatal allure.
It seemed the princess's wantonness had ignited the emperor's hidden lust. He disregarded the beauty's cries and thrust his hips forward, his dragon penis plunging deep between her rounded thighs.
Like parched land receiving rain, Princess Chuyun, already aroused and lying on the low table, let out a soft, drawn-out moan.
Even though Qin Shifeng was filled with rage at her lewdness, his chest brimming with pain and resentment, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild under the allure of her seductive moan. Chu Yun's beautiful head lifted, her hazy eyes and luscious lips making Qin Shifeng feel as if the princess, her shapely buttocks raised high on the low table, was beckoning him to loosen her robes and join him in a passionate lovemaking session.
He quickly pinched himself hard, and the scene returned to reality. The princess was still the princess, still crawling like a bitch, her tempting body filled with His Majesty's thick dragon root.
"You slut, thinking about that man again." Seemingly aroused by the princess's moans, Long Xing grabbed Chu Yun's arms, which were bound behind her back with red rope, and pulled her naked upper body up. Chu Yun let out a scream that sounded more like a moan, her perfect upper body completely exposed to Qin Shifeng's eyes. Her pink nipples bounced up and down with her trembling breasts, like two tempting red cherries. Her flat stomach, accentuated by a tuft of black hair, exuded a bewitching charm. Further down, one could even vaguely see the obscene scene of their intercourse.
With a "smack," the princess's rounded buttocks collided with the emperor's body. Satisfied with the warmth and smoothness of their bodies touching, the emperor skillfully began to slowly thrust, fully enjoying the fiery flesh of this stunning beauty. Every sound of their bodies colliding seemed to strike Qin Shifeng's heart, driving him completely mad.
"You slut, I wonder if that pretty boy Li Mu can satisfy you, and who knows how many green hats you'll wear." Seeing the beauty before him swaying her slender waist to meet his thrusts, Long Xing laughed loudly.
One hand slapped hard on Chu Yun's plump, shapely buttocks, his dragon root plunging in once more. His other hand pulled up Chu Yun's naked upper body, making her form a sexy arch, letting her full breasts sway in the air.
At this moment, Qin Shifeng couldn't help but think of someone. Half a year ago, at an absurd aristocratic gathering. He had seen a masked woman frantically making love with men for an hour. What impressed him most were the woman's breasts swaying in the air and her sexy body, bound together and suspended in the air before and after the banquet. Later, he learned that this woman was named Yan Ji. No one knew where she came from; she always wore a pink mask and appeared at aristocratic banquets as a plaything for men.
"Ah, Father has already put one on him, Father is fucking Izumo so good, only Father can satisfy Izumo." Izumo cried out as her body writhed like a snake under Longxing's thrusts. She had lost herself under her father's impact, moving her body to meet his thrusts with her primal instincts, her genitals desperately sucking at the huge dragon root piercing into her body.
Qin Shifeng saw the beautiful Princess Izumo tremble sensually with each of her father's thrusts, her pretty head held high, her sexy abdomen seemingly convulsing as if to completely swallow His Majesty's dragon root, her engorged breasts like two ripe peaches.
Seemingly stimulated, His Majesty's body thrust forward a few times, pressing the climaxing Izumo onto the low table, letting her tremble sensually on it, slowly withdrawing his still erect dragon root from his daughter's private parts, milky white fluid eagerly gushing from the princess's exposed vulva in this position.
"Smack, smack," a few slaps landed on her alluring buttocks. Izumo opened her dazed eyes, swayed her sexy hips, and turned around, her small mouth taking her father's veiny dragon root into her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, an uninvited guest was outside her room, and her constantly contracting genitals were facing that person, tirelessly leaking obscene fluids.
Izumo couldn't make any other sound; her hands were bound behind her back, preventing her from moving. Her head was pressed down by His Majesty's crotch, moving wildly up and down, only intermittent "hmm, hmm" sounds escaping from the corners of her mouth.
Seemingly satisfied, His Majesty withdrew his dragon root from Izumo's mouth, gently lifting her chin, watching with satisfaction as the dragon offspring she had just left in her mouth flowed down her chin.
His Majesty turned his daughter's body over, laying her on a low table, then spread her legs apart, his enormous dragon head eagerly plunging between them. Izumo obediently allowed him to do as he pleased, her alluring body, bound with red ropes, lying languidly, letting out a long, soft moan the moment his penis entered.
This time, he seemed in no hurry, his dragon root slowly moving inside his daughter, eliciting her intermittent moans. Gradually, his movements became larger and faster, causing Izumo's body to move rapidly back and forth, and His Majesty the Emperor's breathing became heavy. After a while, Izumo's sexy body began to tremble like a sieve, emitting short cries. Then, both of them trembled for a moment as if stimulated, and Longxing lay motionless on his daughter's body.
The couple inside the room and Qin Shifeng outside fell silent. After a long while, His Majesty the Emperor climbed off his daughter's body, straightened his clothes, but left Princess Izumo in the position of her legs spread apart. He leisurely surveyed his surroundings, then pressed a protrusion on the wall, revealing an entrance to a tunnel in the floor of the room.
"Wait for me on the Phoenix Chariot tomorrow," the Emperor said, gently kicking between his daughter's parted legs. Izumo let out a sexy hum, while the water at the entrance to Peach Blossom Spring surged even stronger.
Watching His Majesty disappear into the depths of the tunnel, Qin Shifeng felt as if he had been transported to another world. The woman lying on the low table like a roasted chicken was someone he hadn't dared to look up to not long ago, and he felt a tightness in his chest.
"Chunlan, Qiuju," Izumo called to the outer room, and a pair of maids in palace attire pushed open the door and entered. Izumo's hands were bound behind her back, but they didn't seem surprised at all. They silently came in and carried in a bucket of hot water to help the princess untie her restraints.
"Your Highness, what style of hair tie does His Majesty want you to wear in the Phoenix Chariot tomorrow?" Chunlan asked coldly from the side.
"His Majesty didn't say. You decide. I'm tired and need to rest early," Princess Chuyun replied, soaking in the water.
Qin Shifeng dared not move. He could tell that these two maids were no ordinary people. Only after the princess finished bathing and the two carried away the tub did he breathe a sigh of relief. Princess Chuyun, who had just finished bathing, was wearing a thin nightgown. Her high breasts looked as if they were about to break free of their restraints. To Qin Shifeng's surprise, she was staring intently at the gap through which he was peeking.
Had she discovered him? Qin Shifeng felt a pang of panic, but then he noticed that the princess's gaze was unfocused, as if she were daydreaming. Fortunately, she didn't daydream for long. Instead, she climbed onto the large bed on one side of the room, curled up in a corner, and looked like a wounded kitten. After waiting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qin Shifeng saw that the princess hadn't moved again. Her eyes were already closed; she had actually fallen asleep.
The wedding ceremony was exceptionally grand. The Tang Dynasty sent its Seventh Prince to escort the princess, and Emperor Tianlong, disregarding the earnest advice of his ministers and defying ancestral tradition, sent the princess on a journey of three hundred li. Along the route of the princess's imperial carriage, countless people prostrated themselves on both sides of the main road in Yanjing. A day earlier, Qin Shifeng, who was guarding the carriage, would have been just like the other citizens of the capital. However, today, his gaze towards the carriage was strange. The voice of the palace maid named Chunlan echoed in his ears like a curse. What did the princess inside the carriage look like? Was their Emperor also inside…? That morning at the ancestral temple, her smile was still so beautiful and serene, yet Qin Shifeng still noticed a blush on her face. He couldn't help but wonder if, inside, their Emperor had made any advances towards her, or perhaps the two of them had actually done *that*. Qin Shifeng found it increasingly difficult to shake off this deadly thought. Fortunately, the wedding procession soon left the capital. Although His Majesty the Emperor was still alive, the princess was seen much less often, and she usually appeared veiled.
A milky white expanse obscured the sky and earth, like a thin layer of mist. Even the distant mountains and rivers seemed unreal. If it weren't for the muddy official road, this scene might have been a masterpiece of ink painting. A horse's neigh broke the tranquility of the scene. A carriage came galloping around the bend. The driver frantically pulled on the reins, and the horse's body seemed about to rear up at any moment due to inertia. The carriage came to a screeching halt, and a faint cry of surprise came from inside.
Those familiar with the Tianlong Empire's military system could easily recognize that the panting black horse was a warhorse bearing the imperial army's mark. The carriage wasn't large, and its sturdy body was covered with scratches of various sizes, with faint traces of blood clinging to it. A charioteer clad in black armor leaped from the carriage, splashing mud that made the horses, which had just come to a stop, restless.
"Your Highness, the pursuers are closing in, and the horses are exhausted. Please, Your Highness, come with me to the forest for shelter." This charioteer was completely encased in meticulously crafted, one-piece iron armor, wearing a helmet adorned with red feathers, revealing only his eyes. He was Qin Shifeng, the man who had rescued the princess from a group of men in black. The forest where the carriage had stopped now bordered the Lishan Mountains. The continuous mountain range could easily conceal two people. The rain that had fallen for half a day had subsided; now was the perfect time to leave.
"Please, Your Highness, come with me to the forest for shelter." The pursuers were fast approaching, and the charioteer outside the carriage urged anxiously. Could the princess have been injured inside? Time was of the essence. He was already preparing to force open the carriage door when, with a creak, the exquisitely crafted door opened.
Although he was prepared and had seen the princess many times since receiving the mission to escort her to her wedding, the charioteer was still momentarily stunned. A flowing pink wedding gown cleverly concealed her graceful figure, yet it accentuated her regal and luxurious air. An elegant phoenix crown further emphasized her slender neck, making her appear noble and refined. Unlike other women, she never wore makeup. Even the royal lip stylist wouldn't dare show off his skills in her presence; rouge and powder would only mar her flawless beauty.
When the princess married, the capital was deserted, and Emperor Longxing personally escorted her for hundreds of miles, only reluctantly returning to the palace this morning. Thinking of this, the armored knight felt a sharp pang of pain in his heart, his hands clenching involuntarily, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he watched the princess mutter to herself.
"Is that Shizhong? You've finally come back to see me!" The princess inside the carriage tried to stand up in her haste, but stumbled in her excitement, completely unaware that she was already sitting on the carriage floor. The joy and sorrow on her face were genuine. The man outside the carriage paused slightly. He found it hard to connect the princess in his memory with the woman he had seen these past few days and the princess now. This morning, she had... "Is the princess referring to Qin Shizhong? He is my elder brother. I am Qin Shifeng, and I served as Your Highness's guard. My brother sacrificed himself to protect the Emperor half a year ago. My entire family was greatly honored by His Majesty and vowed to protect the princess with our lives. Please, Your Highness, come with me to the woods to take refuge temporarily." Qin Shifeng understood. His brother Shizhong had been the princess's guard before his death. It was only natural for the princess to be sentimental. But for some reason, he felt a pang of heartache. His brother... He vaguely suspected something was wrong with his brother's death.
"You, you're his brother, can you let me see your face?" The princess seemed to have just recovered from a dream, and somewhat rudely reached out a hand to remove the helmet of the man who had protected her for so long. In her haste, the wide collar of her ceremonial robes opened, inadvertently revealing her nakedness. Qin Shifeng felt a surge of anger. He remembered the scene when he rescued her from the phoenix carriage; her long, white legs were exposed, and it seemed she wasn't wearing anything underneath either. But she was a princess… Qin Shifeng couldn't suppress his disgust and took a step back. Princess Chuyun, not expecting him to do this, almost fell to the ground, her eyes welling up with tears. Qin Shifeng could see she was about to cry, and he couldn't control his emotions; he wanted to pity her, even do anything for her. Qin Shifeng couldn't believe his eyes. He gently pulled down the helmet. He looked very much like his brother, Shizhong, with the same thick eyebrows and large eyes, and a sturdy appearance. The difference was that Qin Shifeng's face had a more heroic air.
"You really aren't him." Princess Chuyun said with some disappointment.
"How have you been since your brother passed away? Did Father Emperor wrong you?" the princess continued to ask. Qin Shifeng felt that her tone of voice seemed to treat him like a younger brother. How could that be? She was a princess, and besides… He kept telling himself this, but he couldn't help feeling a warmth in his heart. He and his brother had depended on each other since childhood, and no woman had ever spoken to him in such a tone.
"His Majesty's kindness to my entire family is as heavy as a mountain. I have also been promoted three ranks in a row, so please rest assured, Your Highness. Your Highness, please come with me to hide in the forest for a while." Qin Shifeng dared not think any further.
"But I'm not even wearing shoes. Why are you carrying me? Why are you standing so far away? Am I that scary?" Chu Yun's exposed feet, like peeled bamboo shoots, stirred Qin Shifeng's heart. He couldn't help but think of her bare legs and the view beneath her clothes.
"Men and women shouldn't touch each other; I dare not," he said, suppressing his urges. "
A brother helps his sister-in-law in distress; in times of emergency, one must act expediently. Chu Yun understands this principle. Didn't you just carry me?" Princess Chu Yun seemed to have regained her princessly composure, her words leaving no room for argument.
"This…" Qin Shifeng hesitated, but still turned his back to Chu Yun, bending down to a position just within her reach.
Trembling, he felt a pair of soft arms encircle his neck. Even through the black armor, he could feel the two soft mounds of the princess's body, reminding him of the scene beneath her wedding robes.
"Are you really going to carry people like this?" Izumo, who was behind him, seemed to notice the man's unusual behavior and said coquettishly.
Qin Shifeng gently lifted the princess's legs behind him. This was the first time he had been so close to a woman's body. In the urgency of the situation in the phoenix carriage, he hadn't had time or even considered matters of the heart. Chuyun's legs were soft and supple; through only a layer of her ceremonial robes, he could easily feel the smoothness of her skin. He inadvertently touched her soft buttocks, and his body immediately reacted. "Thank goodness I wasn't holding her," Qin Shifeng thought to himself, unaware that Chuyun's face was also slightly flushed.
Chuyun's body was very light, at least that's how Qin Shifeng perceived it, yet the pressure from her soft breasts was so obvious. He took a few steps, then used his foot to pick up a sharp stone. The stone whistled as it hurtled towards the warhorse. This time, he used a clever technique, and the stone struck the horse's rump. The horse neighed wildly, pulling the carriage away at breakneck speed.
"I didn't realize you were so clever," Chuyun said softly, leaning on the man's shoulder to ease the awkwardness between them.
"Your Highness flatters me. These escape techniques are something we Imperial Guards also need to learn." Qin Shifeng was naturally quick-witted, and this idea wasn't something he'd learned from anyone; he felt a slight sense of pride.
"You're Shizhong's younger brother, so I'll call you Feng'er. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Chuyun," Chuyun continued.
"I wouldn't dare." Although they were alone, Qin Shifeng still didn't dare to be presumptuous.
"Why wouldn't you dare? Is it because I'm a princess? What good is being a princess? If you really care about the princess, I'll use my status to order you to call me Sister Chuyun." Chuyun was a little angry. Shizhong's younger brother was much smarter than him, but both of them were stubborn to the end.
The two of them walked deeper into the woods, exchanging words back and forth. Gradually, Qin Shifeng lowered his guard. Although the rain had lessened, it had still soaked their clothes without them realizing it. Chuyun, pampered and spoiled, had never experienced such humiliation before, and had already sneezed several times in a short while. She clung tightly to the man's back, trying to draw some warmth from it, her head resting against his neck, her breath tickling Qin Shifeng.
It was getting late, and Qin Shifeng was anxious. He, a martial artist, was alright, but the princess probably wouldn't be able to endure it any longer. It was already quite dark; they needed to find a place to rest for the night. Just then, a cave appeared before them—they had reached the foot of Mount Li.
"Princess!" He found a dry spot and laid Princess Chuyun down. Chuyun's alluring body was curled up, shivering. Her robes were mostly soaked, revealing her exquisite curves. With her exposed feet, Qin Shifeng suddenly had a wicked thought. The princess let out a soft moan, seemingly calling "Shizhong." He slapped himself hard.
After hesitating for a moment, Qin Shifeng still built a fire. To keep Chuyun warm while she slept, he took off his outer armor and placed it underneath her. Warm by the firelight, Chu Yun's body gradually warmed up. Her long eyelashes and delicate nose suggested she was having a sweet dream, and a captivating smile graced her face in the firelight. Qin Shifeng, standing nearby, was stunned. This woman, a princess, had given him so many questions these past few days. He tried desperately to banish the jumbled images from his mind, but each attempt proved futile.
Chu Yun was completely unguarded at this moment. Driven by curiosity, he decided to do something daring: he wanted to know if what he had seen was real. Just as he was about to approach, Chu Yun let out a seductive moan. He was in the prime of his life, and his face flushed crimson. The princess's face was as red as honey, and her body within her robes writhed like a snake, her long, slender legs stretching as if clamping something, twisting rhythmically.
Qin Shifeng hesitated. Chu Yun seemed ready to wake at any moment; he couldn't take the risk. For a full quarter of an hour, Izumo's body writhed, her long legs extending beyond her wide robes, her moans almost making him pounce on her. Finally, her body calmed down with a strange shudder. Beside the
warm campfire, the beautiful Princess Izumo opened her eyes, her body covered in a fine layer of sweat, her face flushed. She saw a man poking at the fire beside her. The man seemed flustered when he saw her, nearly burning his feet with hot coals.
"How did I get here?" Izumo knew this man seemed easygoing, but he was always wary of her.
She sensed that he seemed to know a lot about her.
"We're already at Lishan, we should be safe for now," Qin Shifeng replied. Starting a fire here was unwise, but the princess was delicate, and he had no choice.
"Feng'er, you're unhappy, why is your face so red?" Izumo said, reaching out to touch the man's face, but Qin Shifeng instinctively avoided her.
"Your Highness, please have some self-respect." Qin Shifeng took another step back. He himself didn't know why he was so wary of the awakened Chu Yun, and even the thought of her body made him feel guilty.
"Am I some kind of monster? Why are you avoiding me like this? Or are you simply disgusted by me?" Chu Yun was embarrassed; this wasn't the first time she had rejected his kindness.
"Your Highness, please forgive me." Qin Shifeng knew that anything he said now would be superfluous. Chu Yun walked towards him barefoot, her fair feet revealing her delicate skin, which stirred a ripple in his heart. Suddenly, he heard a cry of alarm; Princess Chu Yun was falling towards the fire.
Seeing the princess in danger, he disregarded everything else, nimbly catching Chu Yun's delicate body, and the two of them tumbled to the ground together. One hand rested on Izumo's full buttocks, the other on her waist. Feeling the soft, boneless body of the beauty in his arms, especially the two soft mounds pressing against his chest, Qin Shifeng's manhood uncontrollably hardened, pressing against Izumo's lower abdomen.
"Little rascal, you're being naughty! Tell me, isn't Princess beautiful today?" Izumo said, gently stroking his angular face; he looked so much like Shizhong. To her surprise, she was pushed away forcefully. Unlike his previous evasiveness, Qin Shifeng stared angrily into her eyes.
"That night, didn't you say the same thing to His Majesty?" Qin Shifeng coldly uttered.
Whenever he was close to Izumo, the images in his mind gnawed at his nerves like venomous snakes. He had always been proud of his brother, because he was Princess Izumo's guard; she, who had done so on behalf of their father, was a living bodhisattva in the hearts of the empire's people.
He couldn't believe that Princess Izumo, whom he had always regarded as a goddess, would do such a thing. He hoped the princess would treat him like an ordinary soldier, hoped she wouldn't get too close to him, so he could stop thinking about all those messy things, and pretend it was all a dream. But she couldn't forget her brother, and she treated him like a younger brother. Every bit of kindness she showed him only intensified the pain in Qin Shifeng's heart.
"Feng'er, what did you see?" "What did I see?" Qin Shifeng gasped for breath.
"Princess Izumo, whom I've always regarded as a goddess, whom I even considered a desecration to look at, is committing adultery with her own father. His Majesty the Emperor, whom I've respected since childhood, is doing such a beastly thing with his own daughter." Qin Shifeng finally shouted out all the words that had been bottled up inside him. He felt a sense of relief; these words had weighed on him for too long, too much.
"You saw everything. Do you think I'm despicable? Then why did you risk your life to save me? Wouldn't it have been better if I had died?" Chu Yun's eyes were filled with tears. Facing Qin Shifeng, who was staring at her like an angry calf, she suddenly felt that any explanation was so pale and powerless.
"Once you send me back to the army, just pretend you've never seen this woman before. Chu Yun really doesn't deserve your concern." Surprisingly, the princess didn't get angry. Instead, she curled up like a shrimp in the spot where she had just slept. When she was alone, even in the heavily guarded palace, she always slept like this. Only in this way could she feel a little safe.
The firelight flickered in the cave, occasionally bursting into small sparks. Qin Shifeng hadn't slept; he had to tend the fire and keep watch. Every now and then, he'd glance at the princess curled up in the corner. He was puzzled; why was he always so wary of her, sometimes even disgusted? What did her promiscuity have to do with him? Yet, her curled-up form irresistibly drew him in, making him willing to do anything to protect her. It
was almost midnight. He hoped the weather would improve tomorrow so he could get this woman who had caused him so much trouble to a safe place soon.
"Shizhong." This wasn't the first time she'd called that name. A little worried, Qin Shifeng walked to Chuyun's side. She was still curled up like a shrimp, only tighter, her body trembling slightly. Qin Shifeng touched her forehead; it was burning hot. Her face was pale; she must have a high fever. How could a man like him take care of a sick person? His only memory of that time was when he and his brother were wandering, and his brother had held him in his arms all night while he had a high fever.
He gathered some dry firewood and stoked the fire, then gently pulled the princess into his arms. To his dismay, the princess remained curled up in her sleeping position, making his embrace awkward and uncomfortable. He tried to adjust her position but found that the weak princess wouldn't budge no matter how hard he tried, only tightening her grip.
"Shizhong, you're here." Just as Qin Shifeng was at a loss, Chuyun opened her eyes. In her dream, she clearly mistook him for her brother. A thought struck Qin Shifeng. She seemed to trust him completely. Since things were urgent, he could temporarily impersonate her brother; once she recovered, she would probably just think it was a dream.
"Mmm," Qin Shifeng mumbled.
"You're still the same as always, never saying a word more than necessary." Chuyun snuggled closer to Qin Shifeng, playfully drawing circles on his body, her whole being seemingly regaining its vitality. Qin Shifeng felt itchy all over and couldn't help but squirm a few times, which made Yun giggle.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Just hold me like this. You never like to talk. Today, I ran into your brother." Qin Shifeng's body trembled upon hearing this. She mentioned him, and he felt a strange joy in his heart.
"Father killed you, and then hypocritically rewarded him with silver and promoted him." Qin Shifeng's mind went blank upon hearing this, and he almost stood up. His brother's death had always been full of doubts, and he had kept it to himself, only secretly investigating. He never expected the truth to be like this. The princess's attachment to her brother was undeniable, and she would never deceive him in this way now.
"Is he doing well?" Qin Shifeng felt despicable for trying to get information out of a seriously ill woman.
"He's much smarter than you, but just like you, he's stubborn to the end. He's well-off now, so I haven't told him about your situation. The army is too dangerous. He risked his life to save me today. In a few days, I'll find him a clerical job and a wife, so your Qin family line won't end. However, he saw me and the Emperor doing 'that' and thinks I'm an incestuous slut. He even keeps his distance from me." Qin Shifeng blushed slightly upon hearing this. She, a princess, was actually thinking of him like this, but every time he thought of her moaning like a slut under that dog of an emperor, he couldn't help but feel a surge of disgust from the bottom of his heart.
"Shizhong, I've been so lonely since you left. Last night, Father said I was leaving him, and he used every trick in the book to play with Chuyun for an hour. Because Chuyun didn't swallow his semen, he then blindfolded her and handed her over to several men for gang rape." "Chuyun, he actually did this to you." Qin Shifeng recalled the scene he witnessed while patrolling the camp last night. It was a woman wearing a hood, her face obscured. Her figure was indeed similar to Chuyun's. When he went to stop them, the woman had already been raped by several men and was left only lying on the ground, panting. The sight of the woman's genitals continuously flowing with milky white fluid remained vivid in his memory. The soldiers claimed that this was the female assassin they had captured, but after inquiring with their superiors, there was no response. Could it be...? His hands clenched involuntarily.
"This isn't the first time. Haven't he and my brothers played countless tricks on me? I'm not his daughter at all. In his eyes, Chuyun is just a bastard. Even Chuyun's mother doesn't know who her father is. Chuyun watched him kill her mother. He only kept me alive for revenge. Shizhong, you know, Chuyun isn't his daughter at all; she's just his lowest concubine. When you were here, Chuyun could confide all her grievances to you. Now that you're gone, Chuyun is surrounded by his people. Every night, Chuyun wakes up from nightmares, curled up in bed, and stays up all night alone. Shizhong, just take me with you, whether it's to heaven or hell." Silence fell in the cave. Qin Shifeng held the beauty in his arms even tighter. Chuyun snuggled closer to him, like a kitten finding a more comfortable position. After about fifteen minutes, a blush rose on Chuyun's face. Qin Shifeng keenly sensed something moving inside her.
"It's something Father Emperor put in there. He spent half an hour with Izumo on the Phoenix Chariot this morning, and then put this on her," Izumo said, suppressing a groan that was about to escape her lips.
"It's the latest product made by Lu Gong. It's been tormenting Izumo for a long time. This is the last time, but the last time will be the most intense." Qin Shifeng unbuttoned her outer garment as she had instructed, and just as he had expected, Izumo was wearing nothing underneath. She had sweated a lot earlier, and her full breasts looked firm and alluring, but the fingerprints of several men on them were a shocking sight. Her lower abdomen was smooth and round, even more alluring against her fair and slender thighs. Incredibly, she was wearing a golden chastity lock on her private parts. The lock was exquisitely crafted, consisting of a belt and a shackle that passed under her crotch, and it looked extremely beautiful.
"It's here. He put something inside that could vibrate like the one we used to wind up last time. It's already happened twice today, and this is the third time. The lock can only be unlocked after the third time," Chu Yun said, touching her genitals. She now wished she could stick her fingers inside as well.
Qin Shifeng finally understood why she had acted so strangely when she first entered the cave. He couldn't help but gently kiss Chu Yun's breasts. Chu Yun's body grew hotter and hotter. Stimulated by the sex toy inside her, she moaned, one hand tightly wrapped around Qin Shifeng's neck, the other hand frantically rubbing her body.
"You're not Shizhong." At this moment, Chu Yun suddenly realized.
"Shizhong wouldn't kiss me like this. He's always been honest. I wanted to give myself to him, but he never wanted me. Am I stupid? I knew you weren't him all along, but I still lied to you and myself. Chu Yun is a slut. Come and fuck Chu Yun." Princess Chu Yun's lust was high under the stimulation of the sex toy in her genitals. She forgot that she was lying in a man's arms. Her legs twisted, trying to find some comfort. Her vaginal fluid dripped from the golden lock onto the ground. When she was with her father, she would always call out like this, begging him to untie her bonds and to grant her that ugly dragon root.
Qin Shifeng felt the woman in his arms begin to tremble, not just a cold shiver, but a powerful tremor. He looked down; the princess in his arms had her legs spread apart, one hand covering her crotch, and clear liquid was constantly flowing from between her fingers. Her two slender legs were kicking wildly.
"Princess, what's wrong?" Qin Shifeng was a little panicked, but Chuyun didn't answer, only holding him tightly with her other hand.
"Now we can get rid of it." Chuyun said wearily, and the lock fell off as she said. What Qin Shifeng saw was a lewd scene: her vagina was writhing, her small mouth opening and closing like a jade clam, spitting out a lot of milky white liquid, and then, an oval-shaped thing slid out from inside.
"Why don't you push me away now that I look so ugly?" Izumo asked lazily, trying to close her legs together, but her lower body was still wet and uncomfortable. Qin Shifeng gently covered her body, which was so alluring that even a glance at it made him want to commit a crime, and said nothing. After her orgasm, Izumo's body looked full of primal temptation, but Qin Shifeng simply couldn't express it in words.
"Princess, do you...love my brother?" He stammered for a long time before finally managing to utter a question. His mind was now filled with the image of Izumo—noble, wanton, and irresistibly endearing. He had unknowingly fallen into her world, unable to extricate himself.
"For the past few years, he has been my emotional support. Since my mother-in-law died, he has been the only person I can trust. But I don't know if this is love. He refuses to accept my body, saying that would make me no different from those men who defile me, worse than beasts." Seemingly finding a way to vent, Izumo's tears flowed like a broken string of pearls. Neither of them noticed that Izumo's tears left no trace on the ground.
"Listen, it sounds like the whole mountain is roaring." Qin Shifeng was about to speak when Izumo covered his mouth. Both of them felt the earth tremble, as if the entire cave might collapse at any moment. Qin Shifeng picked up Chuyun and rushed out, only to find that the cave entrance was now filled with a group of masked warriors in black. Although they were staggered by the tremors, Qin Shifeng still didn't think they could get through.
"Feng'er, let's go this way." At Chuyun's reminder, Qin Shifeng turned around and saw a circular door emitting a milky white light appear deep inside the cave, which had seemed like a dead end. Without thinking, he picked up Princess Chuyun and jumped inside.
"I didn't expect the Gate of Lishan to open at this time and place. Hei San, it was all your brilliant idea. You said this guy could take on a hundred men single-handedly, and told us to gather our men before we acted. Let's see how you explain this to the master." Looking at the vanished door, one of the men in black said coldly.
"Feng'er, where are we?" "I don't know either. Perhaps this is a dead end, but we still have to keep going." "Feng'er, are you afraid? Chu Yun is already a withered flower, her death is not worth regretting. Why are you foolishly staying with Chu Yun? For Chu Yun, death might be a complete relief." The beautiful princess buried her head in Qin Shifeng's arms and sobbed.
"I want to take my brother's place. I wanted to tell you just now. I don't want you to be alone anymore." Qin Shifeng said firmly. He realized that he had fallen deeply in love with this woman.
"You want to take your brother's place!" Chu Yun's tone was cold.
"Yes." Qin Shifeng didn't know what he had said wrong.
"Like your brother, helplessly watching me being violated by our father and brothers, wiping away other men's semen from my body every day, letting me cry in your arms. Unable to even protect myself, killed by others' schemes, leaving me all alone. You should just let me go. This will only harm yourself and me, and then I'll have to collect your corpse." Chu Yun rattled off a long string of words, her words particularly harsh because she didn't want Shi Zhong's brother to follow in his footsteps. Qin Shi Feng couldn't find any reason to refute her. Although he was highly skilled in martial arts, he couldn't fight against so many, not to mention the countless schemes and plots. He struggled to protect himself, let alone the coveted Princess Chu Yun.
"Feng'er, look, we've reached the exit!" Chu Yun shouted. Who wouldn't care about life and death? Qin Shi Feng, reminded by her, temporarily forgot his earlier unpleasantness.
"I didn't expect this place to be so big!" Chu Yun exclaimed in surprise, surprised to find such a hidden paradise at the end of the cave.
The two of them simultaneously thought of a paradise on earth. Several objects resembling luminous pearls hung from the ceiling of the cave, and a steaming hot spring occupied about a third of the area. Poplars and willows were planted on the green grass beside the spring, and unlike the chilly autumn outside, everything here was full of springtime vitality.
"The Pool of Tears! Could the legend be true? This is the Pool of Tears!" Qin Shifeng exclaimed. Legend had it that the Pool of Tears was formed from the tears of a maiden when Chongli was suppressed by the Emperor on Lishan Mountain. He never imagined that this thing, which had always existed only in legend, actually existed. Chuyun was equally overjoyed. She knew the legend of the Pool of Tears, but what made her even happier was the hot spring itself. She felt sticky all over after sweating so much, and her lower body felt sticky and uncomfortable. If she didn't take a bath soon
, she was afraid she would go crazy. "Feng'er, I'm going to take a bath. Do you want to see?" Chuyun turned around and said, a sly smile on her face.
"I'm just wandering around," Qin Shifeng replied, being a little shy.
"Don't go too far, I'm scared to be alone," Chu Yun called out from behind. A slight pang of disappointment lingered in her heart. Shi Zhong always acted this way; deep down, she hoped he would stay. It was clear he had developed feelings for her.
She removed her loose wedding robes, revealing her alabaster-white body, and eagerly jumped in. The sound of water carried far away, and Qin Shi Feng slowed his pace, a gentle ripple stirring within him.
The hot spring water was shallow, only about half a person's depth, and Chu Yun frolicked happily in it. The wounds from her ordeal gradually faded under the soothing water. She even felt a connection between her body and the spring, and involuntarily released her control, floating in the warm water, letting it wash over her. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep.
"Feng'er, save me!" Qin Shi Feng, who hadn't gone far, suddenly heard Chu Yun's voice, filled with terror. He rushed to the pool of tears, where Izumo's flawlessly beautiful body floated in the center, seemingly trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake.
"Princess, wake up," Qin Shifeng called, lifting Izumo ashore and shaking her.
"Feng'er!" Izumo, awakened, immediately threw herself into Qin Shifeng's arms; she had just had a terrible nightmare.
"What did you dream about, Princess?" Qin Shifeng gently comforted her, holding her naked body.
"I dreamt I was killed, I could see my own corpse, and..." Izumo's face flushed red, and she refused to continue.
"Princess!" Qin Shifeng couldn't think of anything to comfort her.
"Don't call me Princess anymore, just call me Yun'er. Yun'er is only eighteen. Calling you Feng'er is already taking advantage of you," Izumo said softly.
"Princess, no, Yun'er," Qin Shifeng quickly corrected himself when he saw Izumo give him a charmingly disdainful look.
"I just stumbled upon the Li Wang Jue here by chance," Qin Shifeng said excitedly, hoping for a knowing smile from the beauty in his arms. He had completely forgotten her past folly and was ready to support her.
"Are you trying to say you can rescue me from Father's clutches, defeat anyone who tries to take me, and elope with me?" Chu Yun's previously flustered face now held a mocking expression. Qin Shifeng hadn't expected such a reaction from Princess Chu Yun and nodded indifferently.
"You think I'm pathetic, that you're acting out of a foolish male instinct to protect a woman you don't even understand? You're just as stupid as your brother," Chu Yun continued, seeing he didn't object. "
I..." Qin Shifeng wanted to retort; he knew it wasn't true, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"You've seen me and Father making love; do I look like I was forced?" She turned over, finding a more comfortable position, and wrapped her arms around Qin Shifeng's neck, speaking provocatively.
"I don't know! I don't know!" Qin Shifeng slammed his eyes shut, trying hard not to think about those things, but the princess's wanton figure beneath Long Xing that night still filled his mind.
"This morning, Izumo and Father Emperor rode together in a carriage. Guess what we did inside?" Princess Izumo wasn't going to let him off the hook and continued to ask. Her full breasts trembled slightly, and her bright red nipples swayed in front of Qin Shifeng like ripe cherries.
"I don't want to guess, and I can't guess." Qin Shifeng's face was very ugly, and without realizing it, one of his hands had already gripped the princess's slender thigh.
"I know you can't guess, but the games we played inside were no less varied than that night. You probably don't know, but in Qinghe Town, when Chuyun's upper body was sticking out of the window to greet the people, Father was inside Chuyun's body. This is Father and I's favorite game. We've played it many times since I was sixteen and started distributing porridge to disaster victims. Father loves my body, and I love Father's dragon root. He's more powerful than any other man, and he always makes Chuyun feel like she's in heaven. Although I'm not his daughter, he especially likes to hear me call him Father when we're intimate. Chuyun has gradually come to like this feeling, and every time she calls him that, she feels a strange excitement. Let Yun'er see if your treasure is as big as Father's, see if it can stand up, and I wonder how long it can last inside Chuyun. If it can't, even if I take Chuyun far away, Chuyun will still cuckold me a lot." As she spoke, she reached down to Qin Shifeng's crotch to pull out his already rock-hard penis.
"What happened that night? How did you end up like that?" Qin Shifeng asked, pressing down on Chuyun's fair hand.
"That was arranged by Father, of course. He knows I like being raped, I like being fucked by many men. The more people watching, the more excited I get. I've done this a lot these past few days. Many farmers along the way have also tasted my flavor. Do you want to try it too? I forgot to tell you, I also have another name, Yanji. Almost everyone in the capital knows Yanji, the Emperor's female slave. Do you still think you can satisfy me?" Princess Chuyun looked at the bull-like Qin Shifeng and chuckled.
"You!" Qin Shifeng's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up Princess Chuyun and placed her on the grass, pressing his strong body against her. "You
slut." At this moment, Qin Shifeng's eyes were filled with lust. His huge member was pressing against the entrance of Princess Chuyun's wet paradise but could not break in. It was moving wildly.
"You finally understand, Izumo is a slut, a slut who needs to be fucked. Ah..." Izumo murmured, and the reckless dragon finally broke in after several attempts.
At this moment, Qin Shifeng was somewhat embarrassed and angry. He didn't care about enjoying the ecstasy in the princess's passage and thrust in hard, awkwardly moving and plowing on Izumo's snow-white body. One, two, it felt like countless little mouths were sucking his sensitive little monk's head in the princess's hole. An uncontrollable excitement erupted, and hot semen poured into the body of the beauty beneath him like a floodgate being opened with the trembling of his body.
"I..." Qin Shifeng didn't know what to say. Thinking of His Majesty the Emperor's stamina, he couldn't help but blush. The princess Izumo on the ground, whom he had raped, had only groaned a few times and he had already ejaculated. His male pride was greatly challenged, and he awkwardly got off the princess's body. He had saved up quite a lot over the past ten years. Thick semen gushed out of the princess's lower body the moment he withdrew.
Just as Qin Shifeng was feeling frustrated, he suddenly felt his slightly limp penis being grasped by a pair of slender hands. A slight itch ran down his glans, as if something slippery had brushed against it, followed by being enveloped by a warm cavity. His soft lower body immediately hardened reflexively.
"You…" Qin Shifeng looked up and saw Princess Chuyun lying on top of him, her hands holding his penis, her small mouth gently taking the head into her mouth.
"Mmm!" Qin Shifeng let out a muffled groan. The princess's small mouth was warm and smooth, her tongue skillfully tracing the sensitive parts of the head, rubbing against the walls of her vagina, even touching her throat. Her two full breasts swayed like lanterns with the up-and-down movement of her head.
"Stop licking!" Qin Shifeng shouted, his erect penis beginning to tremble. The princess's small hands could barely hold it. Qin Shifeng instinctively pressed down on the princess's head, his thick semen surging with his penis and flowing deep into the princess's throat, then reluctantly spilling from the corner of her mouth.
"I didn't expect you to have stored up so much filth." Izumo frowned and spat what was in her mouth onto the grass.
"I've always wanted to give my body to your brother, but he never did." Izumo held the slightly limp penis in one hand and licked it lightly.
"Your Highness, which of your words are true?" Qin Shifeng lay on the ground and smiled bitterly.
"Will you take his place? Take my place for your brother." Princess Izumo didn't answer, but seemed to be talking to herself as she gently stroked Qin Shifeng's treasure with both hands.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes." Qin Shifeng's dragon immediately regained its ferocious appearance under Izumo's skillful stroking, and Izumo held it adoringly. Ignoring Qin Shifeng's reaction, she continued to hold Qin Shifeng's huge dragon with one hand, raised her jade buttocks slightly, and sat on the ferocious huge thing full of veins with her already overflowing beautiful hole.
Izumo's vagina was full of folds and wrinkles, and the bumps and bruises during the insertion almost made Qin Shifeng ejaculate again. Seemingly sensing the man's arousal beneath her, Izumo gently swayed her hips, massaging the massive member within her. As Izumo's beautiful buttocks lifted slightly, her exquisite orifice enveloped the man's thick member, and honeyed fluids seeped from their joined bodies. Qin Shifeng tacitly matched her movements. After about half an incense stick's time, Qin Shifeng slowly sat up, his hands encircling Izumo's back, his thrusts becoming increasingly shorter and more intense.
With the rocks as their blanket and the grass as their bed, the couple remained entwined, inseparable, their breaths mingling. Unbeknownst to them, the luminous pearl on the cave ceiling gradually dimmed.
"Feng, it seems there's day and night here too," Izumo said, exhausted, lying in the man's arms.
"Everything has yin and yang," Qin Shifeng replied casually.
"We're from two different worlds, Feng. Don't think about me anymore. Okay? Don't think about me anymore. Just think of me as a cheap woman, a woman who sleeps with anyone." "Yun'er, one day, I will make this world submit to my feet. At that time, will you still say that?" Qin Shifeng once again pressed the beautiful Princess Chuyun down beneath him, kissing her delicate lips as he spoke. Unconsciously, the two were entangled together again.
************ Postscript: In
the 576th year of the Blue Calendar, Princess Chuyun of the Tianlong Empire married the Crown Prince of the Tang Empire, and the two countries began a three-year honeymoon period. During this time, both countries expanded wildly, destroying countless countries, and the people of the continent lived in fear. In the
579th year of the Blue Calendar, the Tang Emperor died, and his four sons seized the throne. The Crown Princess Chuyun committed adultery in the palace and offered sacrifices to Heaven three days after the new emperor ascended the throne. In
the 280th year of the Blue Calendar, the Ten Kings of Tianlong were in chaos, and many local lords declared themselves independent. In the 290th year of the Blue Calendar,
the former Marquis of Guandong of the Tianlong Empire annihilated the Ten Warlords and established the Great Qin Empire.
In the 304th year of the Blue Calendar, the Qin Emperor conquered the Tang capital, slaughtering the royal family and all officials.
In the 310th year of the Blue Calendar, the Great Qin unified the six kingdoms, becoming the only unified dynasty on the continent.
In the 312th year of the Blue Calendar, the Qin Emperor died, the empire disintegrated, and the continent once again fell into division.

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