Rebirth in the Ming Dynasty: The Rise of the Storm 12

Chapter One.
In the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, Beijing was blanketed in heavy snow, the howling north wind biting cold. Pedestrians hurried along,
trudging through the thick snow.
A young man in fine clothes looked with pity at the frozen corpses on a street corner. He waved his hand, and several guards protecting him
immediately took the bodies away for disposal.
The Ming Dynasty, teetering on the brink of collapse, was now in the capital, the capital. Many people were still
dying of hunger and cold; the plight in other regions was indescribable.
The guards escorted the young man into the restaurant, and the manager led him to a private room. The head guard accompanied
the young man into the room, while the others guarded the door. A strong, burly man cautiously tasted each
dish served, making the waiter tremble with fear; he realized this group was no ordinary people.
The young man gazed at the sky through the window, his youthful face filled with melancholy.
The fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign was a turbulent year, arguably the year that utterly crippled the Ming Dynasty. Natural disasters and man-made calamities
struck one after another. First, Zu Dashou surrendered to the Qing, and Hong Chengchou was defeated and captured, leading to the complete fall of the Ming Dynasty beyond the Great Wall.
Drought and locust plagues struck the Central Plains, forcing many to resort to
cannibalism, a truly horrific tragedy. Earthquakes countless deaths and injuries.
Li Zicheng swept through the Central Plains, forcing the court to declare that no more officials would be stationed in Henan. The Qing army invaded
Shandong killing thousands of Ming officials, including the Prince of Lu, and plundering treasures, grain, cattle, and sheep. The population exceeded one million.
Not long ago, he heard that Li Zicheng had captured Xiangyang, and Sun Chuanting had led his army in pursuit, achieving some minor victories.
However, the young man knew that Sun Chuanting had fallen into a trap and was about to die in the chaos of battle.
He sighed deeply. A young university student in the 21st century should be enjoying the best years of his life, with a wealthy
family , loving parents, filial children, and a happy and fulfilling life. For some reason, after just one night's sleep,
he opened his eyes to find himself as Zhu Cilang, the Crown Prince of the Chongzhen Emperor. Ancient life was nothing like the idyllic existence modern people imagine.
Every day was a monotonous repetition of sage classics, followed by leisurely strolls around
Beijing . He slept as soon as it got dark, with no internet, no video games, and no
modern entertainment.
But these weren't the most terrifying aspects. The most terrifying thing was a modern soul utterly out of place in this era.
A college student born into an age of supposed equality was experiencing for the first time what a rigidly hierarchical feudal
society was like.
In the palace, his clothing, lodging, behavior, and speech were all strictly controlled.
His recent transmigrated actions often defied the times, incurring the emperor's wrath. He nearly lost his position as Crown Prince, and some of his suggestions
in aroused the Chongzhen Emperor's suspicion.
Had it not been for his mother, Empress Zhou, kneeling and fainting outside the Chongzhen Emperor's bedchamber, his whereabouts
would be unknown.
Zhu Cilang shook his head and smiled bitterly. As a modern man, he hadn't wanted to suffer like this. If
he had been born into an ordinary family, what difference would it have made between being a subject of the Ming Dynasty and a commoner of the Qing Dynasty?
But he had transmigrated into the body of Zhu Cilang. Who was he? What was his identity? The Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty,
the next emperor of the Ming court. From the history he knew, the Manchus had massacred the Ming imperial family, and even the seventy- or eighty-year-old
Zhu Cilang couldn't escape being killed.
As for Li Zicheng, he clearly remembered that Zhu Cilang was captured by Li Zicheng in the history books,
and after Li Zicheng's defeat, he completely disappeared from the historical stage. It would be difficult for him to even leave a complete corpse.
Forced by circumstances, Zhu Cilang could only do his best to protect the Ming Dynasty and thus save himself.
However, as the Crown Prince, there were many political constraints. Those sensitive powers, such as military power and financial power,
were not something he could touch.
The emperor was only thirty years old, in the prime of his life. Chongzhen was a harsh, suspicious,
and stubborn . He had replaced dozens of Grand Secretaries in his single reign. Moreover, in the first few days after his arrival, Zhu Cilang had behaved
in many disrespectful ways, incurring Chongzhen's displeasure.
Zhu Cilang sighed deeply, burying his face in the steam rising from his teacup.
Zhang Baoguo, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard responsible for protecting him, felt uneasy. The Crown Prince seemed to have suddenly changed a lot recently. Although some of his behavior
was frivolous and rude, violating etiquette, he was much kinder to his brothers in the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
It was a well-known fact that the Ming Dynasty was currently in dire straits, and the national treasury was so empty it could starve rats.
The last time they received their salaries was several years ago. We, these so-called imperial guards, were penniless,
our tattered clothes patched inside and out. We were more like beggars than
imperial guards. Ever since the Crown Prince inspected us at the drill ground, a large
portion of . I heard from the eunuch in charge of the palace that the Crown Prince had obtained five thousand taels of silver from the Empress to pay our
military salaries.
With the year-end approaching, we could not only afford some new clothes but also treat our children to
a decent meal . Without the Crown Prince's favor, one can only imagine what this winter would have been like. Furthermore, the Crown Prince
is kind and considerate, looking down on us poor soldiers, even willing to share his rations and
train with us. With such treatment from the Crown Prince, his subjects would naturally be devoted to him, even to the point of death.
Zhang Baoguo's eyes darted around, and he secretly leaned close to Zhu Cilang's ear: "Your Highness, I have an idea,
but I don't know if I should say it."
Zhu Cilang forced a smile: "Baoguo, please speak freely, I'm listening."
Zhang Baoguo gave a signal, and the guards filed out, leaving only the two of them in the room. Then he
slowly spoke: "Your Highness is wise. His Majesty is in his prime, in the prime of his life. He
wishes handle all affairs of the realm alone, which is why you are constrained and uncomfortable in the capital. Why
not start with the Empress, and have her whisper in His Majesty's ear? You could get a position overseeing the country in the south, allowing you
to fully utilize your abilities and serve the nation."
Zhu Cilang smiled wryly: "Baoguo, you don't know this, but I privately review the troops and eat with them..." Living together has greatly displeased
the Emperor . Now, let alone going south to oversee the country, he's not even
allowed to speak a word or offer a suggestion at court. How difficult the journey south is!
Zhang Baoguo shook his head: "This matter isn't too difficult. As long as Her Majesty the Empress is willing to set aside her status
and reconcile , and find a Grand Secretary to be Prince Yong's tutor, the matter will surely succeed."
Zhu Cilang looked troubled: "Well, Mother has always been at odds with Consort Tian, and has reprimanded her several times. Alas..."
" How could my mother, with her proud and stubborn nature, possibly do that?"
"Your Highness! What time is it? You're still thinking about these things. His Majesty favors Consort Tian and
considers her feelings in everything. Prince Yong is still young. When he grows up, he might bring many disadvantages to Your Highness."
Zhu Cilang wanted to explain to Zhang Baoguo that Consort Tian wouldn't live past this autumn, but then he thought, "
Yes, since Consort Tian won't live past this year, why worry?" Once that woman is dead, what trouble can that little
Prince It's only been two years since Chongzhen hanged himself.
Thinking of this, Zhu Cilang didn't even bother to eat and hurriedly returned to the palace with his guards. As long as he successfully reached Nanjing and
Chongzhen died, he would be the emperor of the entire Ming Dynasty. Although the north was devastated and ruined, the entire rich and prosperous
south was completely under his control.
Historically, the Southern Ming Dynasty had numerous opportunities to turn the tide, but it gradually perished amidst power
struggles . Fundamentally, it lacked a powerful enough imperial member to
consolidate the strength of the Southern Ming military system. However, Zhu Cilang, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, believed that once Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself,
no one could legally question the legitimacy of his rule. This was something the Southern Ming emperors lacked
.
He believed that by properly managing the south, he could launch a northern expedition to the Central Plains within twenty years, sweeping away the Manchus and even expanding the territory,
achieving a Ming Dynasty revival.
Zhu Cilang grew increasingly excited. Returning to the palace and changing into ordinary clothes, he, accompanied by several eunuchs, went to the Kunning Palace to pay respects to
his mother, . This marked a crucial step in his plan.
The Kunning Palace was the residence of the Ming Dynasty empress, corresponding to the emperor's palace, the Qianqing Palace. However, with the nation facing increasing difficulties, the Empress
Dowager, to set an example, dismissed most of the palace staff. Therefore, in this vast palace, only two of
the Empress . Zhu Cilang dismissed his attendants and entered the palace alone.
In the empty palace, a petite woman dressed in plain clothes was intently mending clothes. Zhu
Cilang coughed softly and bowed to the ground: "Your subject greets Your Majesty."
The woman then raised her head, put down her needlework, and rose from the bed. She was somewhat surprised and excited:
"It's the Crown Prince... Get up, get up, let your mother take a good look at you."
With that, she took Zhu Cilang's arm, and Zhu Cilang stood up naturally. After all, modern people don't
like to kneel, even in front of their parents. It's not disrespectful, just that they don't have the habit of kneeling.
He stood up and looked down at the body's biological mother—the Empress of the Ming Dynasty.
He was greatly surprised when he first saw this most noble woman in the world. Unlike the glamorous, low-cut palace ladies in dramas, adorned in
luxurious robes and their hair piled high with dazzling jewels,
she was dressed in simple plain clothes, her hair simply tied back with a ribbon and secured with a plain hairpin. Her petite and slender
figure belied that of a mother of four. Standing before the tall, nearly 1.8-meter-tall crown prince, this mother appeared
almost childlike, probably only about 1.6 meters tall with shoes on.
Her delicate, unadorned face exuded maternal dignity and solemnity. If one disregarded her
figure , she possessed a certain regal bearing, almost like an empress. However, to be honest,
after being accustomed to modern, voluptuous beauties, a petite, slender woman like the empress, with a modest bust and unremarkable figure, was indeed unappealing. Aside from her striking face and radiant skin, she
had nothing else to offer.
Her simple attire and lack of makeup were striking. Coupled with her serious expression, it was difficult to arouse any
interest in her .
Just look at the Consort Yuan and Consort Tian, whom Emperor Chongzhen favored successively, and you'll understand that Empress Zhou, his first wife, was
no longer arousing his sexual desire. Empress Zhou had given birth to four children in the first five years, which was undeniable. However, she bore no more children for over
a decade , and anyone with eyes could understand her awkward situation.
The Empress came from a humble background, and from a young age, she was skilled in household chores, cooking, washing clothes, weaving, embroidery, and needlework. She
also loved reading classics and history, possessing considerable refinement. However, her serious personality and somewhat rigid adherence to rules, coupled with her
lack of knowledge of singing, dancing, and musical instruments, made her appear somewhat lackluster compared to the most outstanding concubines in the land.
Recently, the Empress had been having a very difficult time. A while ago, because she couldn't stand Consort Tian's arrogant attitude, she deliberately kept her waiting outside for a while when she came to visit. Instead, she chatted for an hour
with Consort Yuan, who came after Consort Tian . After that, although Consort Tian was allowed to enter the palace, she remained silent with a sullen face throughout. Humiliated, Consort Tian immediately complained to Emperor Chongzhen, tearfully recounting the Empress's actions. Enraged, Emperor Chongzhen stormed into the Qianning Palace, pushed the Empress to the ground, and left in a huff after a heated argument. The Crown Prince 's sudden visit today truly delighted her. She took her son's hand and sat down on the couch . She poured two cups of hot tea: "It's freezing cold today, and there aren't many fruits or vegetables. My son, please drink some tea to warm yourself and ward off the chill." Zhu Cilang smiled and replied, holding the cup in his hand; the warmth dispelled much of the cold as it entered his throat. After a while , he put down his teacup and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't visited you for some time. I've been troubled by many worries lately and haven't been able to sleep at night. I beg your forgiveness." Empress Zhou held the Crown Prince's hand with concern. "My son, are you afraid because of your father's punishment?" Zhu Cilang shook his head and remained silent. Empress Zhou asked urgently, "Are you heartbroken because of the quarrel between your father and mother?" Zhu Cilang shook his head again and said softly, "I am not afraid. I know that Father and Mother are a loving couple and would not let a small matter damage their relationship." Empress Zhou was somewhat confused. "Then what is it that you are worried about, my son?" Zhu Cilang said, word by word, "Does Your Majesty know that my Great Ming Dynasty is in danger of collapse at any moment!" Empress Zhou cried out in alarm, her cherry lips agape, her face filled with fear. She quickly went to the palace gate, dismissed the palace servants, and closed the palace gate. She then returned, saying, "My son, you mustn't speak nonsense! How could you say such absurd things? If your father hears this, you'll be in for another scolding!" Zhu Cilang sighed helplessly, "Mother, you should know that I have a group of Imperial Guards under my command. Just today, they brought me an urgent message." Empress Zhou gripped his hand tightly, anxiously asking, "What message? Why doesn't your father know?" "Commander Sun Chuanting was defeated by the rebel Li Zicheng in Henan. Tens of thousands of his troops were wiped out, with only a thousand or so remaining under Commander Sun's command. "

Under the command of the army, they retreated to Tongguan. Tongguan had only three thousand men; how could they withstand the hundreds of thousands of rebel troops? In an instant,
Tongguan fell, and with no more obstacles in the Guandong region, the rebel army's advance was aimed directly at Beijing. Our Great Ming was in grave danger!
Empress Zhou felt a sudden dizziness; this horrifying news had indeed dealt a heavy blow to her
heart. "My son, are you sure this is true? This…this…this…"
Zhu Cilang nodded, remaining silent, staring intently at his mother's pale face. After a while, he
slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, I have a plan that might save our Great Ming from this crisis." Empress Zhou was still somewhat unsettled,
only gesturing for him to continue.
Zhu Cilang softly said: "Let your son go to Nanjing to handle affairs and temporarily assume the regency!"
"What?! Temporarily acting as regent?" Empress Zhou was extremely surprised. "Although your father is extremely busy
, he is still energetic and in good health. How could he possibly let you act as regent?"
Zhu Cilang chuckled. "I've heard that Mother is proficient in medicine and in charge of the palace's meals. I just need to
add a little something to Father's food..."
With a slap, a bright red handprint appeared on Zhu Cilang's left cheek. Empress Zhou, trembling with anger
, raised her hand and shouted furiously: " You unfilial son! How dare you utter such utterly immoral and inhumane words!
Do you really think I dare not punish you?"
Seeing another slap about to fall, Zhu Cilang gripped his mother's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Mother!
What time is it? This is a critical moment of national subjugation and annihilation! Think about it, with Father's temperament,
can he lead our Ming Dynasty through this crisis? If the capital falls, my father and I will both perish, and how can Mother survive?
Even if Mother is lucky enough to survive..." "I fear she will inevitably become the plaything of those rebels, to be wantonly defiled by them for life. When
she grows old loses her beauty, she will be given to soldiers as wives, or worse, become a camp prostitute. Must we wait until
all this happens, until it is too late, before we can prove that I am right?"
Empress Zhou sat down on the couch and murmured, "I am not a coward. If that were the case,
I would end my life with a white silk ribbon. Do not worry, my son. I will never help you do such a beastly thing."
Zhu Cilang was not convinced, but he still put on an act: "Mother! I am not a coward either.
It is just that when I think of my diligent and wise father, my gentle and virtuous mother, and my lovely and innocent younger siblings facing
such tragedy, how can I bear it?" He paused, then changed the subject: "However—I have another
way that may work!"
Empress Zhou was stunned: "Tell me, my son, what is it?"
"Your Majesty, I know there are many conflicts between you and Consort Tian. If I propose the trip south, Consort Tian
will surely obstruct it. Given Father's favor towards Consort Tian, my plan will definitely fail. Therefore, I hope Your Majesty can take
the initiative to visit Consort Tian and apologize, offering her substantial benefits to gain her help." He gritted his teeth as he spoke, "If it is truly difficult to
persuade her, Your Majesty might suggest finding a Grand Secretary of the Inner Cabinet to tutor Prince Yong, implying that she might relinquish the position of Crown Prince ." Empress Zhou slumped down, seemingly lost in thought. Zhu Cilang dared not say anything more; he understood that he had said everything he needed to say. Saying anything more would only cause further complications. After a long while, Empress Zhou said softly, "My son, please go back first. Let your mother think about it some more." "It's done!" Zhu Cilang suppressed a smile. His stubborn mother had actually accepted his plan , although she still said she would consider it, she had already accepted it in her heart. So he said, "Your subject takes his leave ," and left Gan Ning Palace. Empress Zhou lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the exquisitely crafted woodblock prints sending chills down her spine. She made up her mind, opened the palace gates, and sternly ordered the palace maids standing at a distance, "Someone, help me change into my phoenix robe!" Chapter Two , however, says that it was already late. Consort Tian had just finished playing Cuju (an ancient Chinese football game) with Emperor Chongzhen, her body sore and sticky. She had just ordered her maids to boil water for a bath when she heard a palace maid outside the door shout in a shrill voice, "Her Majesty the Empress has arrived!" Consort Tian cursed inwardly, "That vile woman really knows how to pick her time," and knelt on the ground, having already put on her robes. A few moments later , a pair of golden boots appeared before her, and a clear, cold female voice rang out, "Sister, no need for formalities, rise quickly." Consort Tian took a step back, straightened her body, and... With a hint of annoyance, she looked at the Empress: "I wonder what brings Your Majesty here ? I just finished exercising with His Majesty and was about to bathe and change." The Empress's face darkened, but remembering her purpose for coming, she turned to the two trusted female officials of Consort Tian in the room and said, "You two may leave first. I have something to discuss with your Ladyship!" The two female officials remained unmoved and turned to Consort Tian, who nodded in satisfaction: "Shiqin and Shihua, you two may leave first. Wait outside the door and see what Her Majesty has to say." With that, the two female officials bowed and backed out of the palace gate. Consort Tian, rubbing her calves listlessly, asked lazily, "Your Majesty, please speak, how do you intend to torment me this time?" The Empress sat down beside her. "I'm not here for what you think. I... no, I—actually, I've come to apologize to you." Consort Tian was taken aback, then covered her mouth and chuckled. "What are you saying, Your Majesty? You are the mistress of the harem, the emperor's principal wife in charge of the inner court. How could I, a mere concubine, be worthy of your apology?" Her eyes darted around, and she teased, "Could it be that Your Majesty has a favor to ask of me?" Empress Zhou, unwilling to beat around the bush, said directly, "Consort Tian is indeed clever. To be honest, I do have a request." Consort Tian glanced at her. "I knew it would be like this. Tell me, and if I can do it, I certainly will." Empress Zhou then told Consort Tian about the southward journey that Zhu Cilang had discussed with her. Consort Tian thought it best to send the Crown Prince to Nanjing to learn how to handle official affairs; it seemed reasonable. Besides, she had heard that the Crown Prince was foolish and stubborn. If he messed up a few things, wouldn't it make it easier for her son, Prince Yong, to ascend the throne ? However, she was unwilling to simply give in to the Empress's wishes: "Doing this is not difficult, but—I wonder what price Your Majesty is willing to pay for me?" Empress Zhou replied without hesitation: "As long as you ask, I will certainly do it." Consort Tian thought with disdain, "So you're already calling me 'sister' like that." She said sarcastically, "Does that mean if I wanted to wear your phoenix robe, you would have agreed?" Empress Zhou hesitated for a moment, then said emphatically, "Of course!"

"Haha, hahahaha." Consort Tian couldn't help but laugh heartily, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Interesting. So, sister, are you going to show your sincerity?"
Empress Zhou looked at her, puzzled. "What does my sister want you to do?"
Consort Tian smiled charmingly and extended her embroidered shoes. "As long as Your Majesty obeys my arrangements tonight,
I will certainly fulfill your request. Come, let's exchange clothes first! I've
been eyeing for a long time." With that, Consort Tian slipped off her palace skirt and tossed it aside. Her undergarments couldn't conceal her
alluring figure.
Consort Tian was already voluptuous and tall, with a captivatingly curvaceous figure. She was skilled in singing and dancing, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,
and could even ride a horse and shoot an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces away. She was the most talented woman in the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, no matter how great her abilities, they
couldn't overcome the difference in their social status. In her eyes, Empress Zhou, aside from the basic skills of a peasant
woman couldn't match her talent in any way. In terms of appearance, they were each beautiful in their own way, but Consort Tian was adept at
dressing, looking far more radiant than the Empress in her plain dress. As for her figure, at 1.7 meters tall, her full
breasts and firm, shapely buttocks were something the bean-sprout Empress lacked. Furthermore, her regular horseback riding
gave her considerable strength, and her long, shapely legs were enough to make any man surrender. Therefore, she decided to thoroughly teach this woman who had come to her doorstep a lesson
tonight .
Empress Zhou also took off her phoenix robe, neatly folded it, and handed it to Consort Tian. With the Empress's help, Consort Tian
dressed and admired herself in the mirror. The phoenix robe was custom-made to fit the Empress's figure, so it was somewhat
tight and short, and her red embroidered shoes swayed proudly with their owner.
Empress Zhou bent down to pick up the clothes Consort Tian had thrown down and put them on. Consort Tian kicked
the clothes , shouting, "Don't wear clothes! Take off your undergarments too!"
The Empress abruptly raised her head, her bright eyes blazing with anger. Consort Tian, however, was equally defiant, responding just as
fiercely .
Yet, she ultimately backed down. The Empress lowered her head, setting aside all coverings. Consort Tian
smiled triumphantly, clapped her hands, and two female officials pushed open the door and entered. They stared in astonishment at the usually aloof
Empress kneeling naked before their mistress, while their mistress, dressed in the Empress's exclusive phoenix robe, sat
with her legs crossed, beaming with pride.
While the two female officials stood there bewildered, Consort Tian cleared her throat: "What are you two standing there for?
Quickly move the ropes, candles, and whips. Also, bring over all your usual toys.
Her Majesty the Empress rarely comes, so I must entertain her properly."
Seeing that the Empress kneeling on the ground didn't respond, the two female officials agreed and went out to fetch the props.
Consort Tian wasn't idle: "Come on, Empress, help me remove my shoes and socks. I've been tired all day,
and my feet are so sore and tired."
A hint of humiliation flashed across Empress Zhou's face, but she quickly recovered and obediently carried out
the order. Two delicate, white lotus feet were quietly placed in her hands.
Consort Tian playfully pinched the Empress's nipple with her toes, while bringing her other foot to the Empress's mouth: "Come and taste
my feet, Your Majesty loves this place the most."
Her body, untouched for so long, was like oil meeting fire, igniting instantly. The sensitive nipples instantly hardened and
became engorged . The Empress, ashamed, discovered how sensitive and wanton her body truly was. She lifted Consort Tian's small foot and
took it into her mouth. A pungent, sweaty odor filled her mouth, but she felt no nausea or disgust; instead, she
was somewhat fascinated by the smelly feet.
Consort Tian was surprised, not expecting this woman she had always disliked to be so obedient,
earnestly sucking on her toes with a "smacking" sound. The Empress's tongue skillfully roamed
between each of her toes. All the filth was either swallowed by the Empress's saliva or dripped onto the ground.
After a thorough cleaning, Consort Tian, satisfied, hooked the Empress's chin with her foot, her narrow phoenix eyes full of
mockery : "Since elder sister is willing to do such a thing for younger sister, then younger sister cannot not reciprocate. Today,
how about I teach elder sister to ride a horse?" Before the Empress could react, the tall and strong Consort Tian grabbed her armpits and
lifted her high, carrying her to a side room of the palace.
The side room was spacious, with only a wooden toy horse in the center. Next to the toy horse was a
wooden
platform for
people to step on and off. The toy horse was about the height of a person, and riding it felt just like riding a real horse. The reciprocating base allowed the user to experience the thrill of riding a horse. However, this toy horse was not a tool for learning to ride. At the saddle, two smooth jade
rods stood tall. Consort Tian whispered in the Empress's ear, "Empress, you can't ride a horse, and you probably
haven't experienced the pleasure of riding. Today, I'll show you."
Just then, two maids returned with a large box. Consort Tian took out two
porcelain bottles , smeared the paste inside onto the surface of the jade rods, and then
wiped the remaining paste off her hands with the Empress's breasts.
The Empress's nipples immediately felt itchy, as if many ants were crawling and
biting . She tried to scratch, but two maids pinned her arms behind her back. Two red ropes wrapped around her chest,
creating a cleavage between her breasts, and two bells jingled from her nipples.
Bound and helpless, the Empress let out a scream before a quick-thinking maid stuffed a
wad of white cloth into her breasts.
Consort Tian clapped her hands and giggled, "Wonderful, wonderful! Your Majesty looks so pitiful."
She grabbed the bells hanging from the Empress's chest and flicked them lightly.
Two maids, standing on stools, placed the Empress's body on a wooden horse, two wooden rods pressing against her
vulva and anus. The Empress, her face filled with terror, cried out and tried to escape to Consort Tian.
But Consort Tian refused to let her go so easily: "What are you two standing there for? Let go!"
"Waaaaah..." Her
narrow vagina and intestines were instantly destroyed, blood staining the back of the wooden horse. Empress Zhou's tears and snot
streamed down her face, her beautiful features contorted with pain and fear.
Just then, the maidservants added fuel to the fire by shaking the rocking horse, the two wooden sticks rhythmically and
relentlessly ravaging the Empress's already wounded vulva.
Consort Tian danced gracefully, her movements gentle and alluring, her breast bells swaying, the Empress's low, mournful moans
providing perfect accompaniment.
At first, the bound Empress could still straighten her back and groan, but as time went on, she could only
lie prone on the mare's back, silently shedding tears, her little bottom twitching occasionally with the rocking of the horse.
After Consort Tian finished her dance, she gave two maids a signal, and Empress Zhou was freed from the rocking horse. The maids threw
her battered body onto the floor. The white cloth stuffed in her mouth was also removed.
The Empress's long, sweat-drenched hair obscured half her face as she weakly pleaded, "Consort Tian...please
...summon...summon the imperial physician...my lower body...is ruined...ruined..."
Her only response was a small, bound foot, its slightly smelly stubby foot stomping hard on her head. A maniacal
female voice boomed, "You think this is all it takes? You're
far from finished!" Hearing their mistress's command, the two maids shuddered. "Your Highness, this is the Empress
, shouldn't we summon the imperial physician first?"
Consort Tian swung her hand, slapping the talkative maid to the ground. "You mindless little hussy! I am
your master! Drag the Empress away!"
The two maids dared not speak further, and together they carried the Empress to a bed with four pillars.
Empress 's limbs were bound to the four corner pillars. Consort Tian handed the whip and candle to her maid, then unfastened her robe
and took out a smooth, jade-like object, inserting it into her lower body.
The lit candle, its pulley tipped, dripped red wax, leaving alternating red wax patterns and whip marks
on the Empress's jade-like body.
"Stop hitting me! Waaah, it hurts so much! Please!"
"Waaah, Consort Tian, spare me! Spare my daughter!"
Consort Tian snatched the whip and lashed it hard across the Empress's breasts. "Crack!
" "So arrogant and disrespectful!"
"Crack!" The Empress's already dried and congealed vulva was torn open again. "You stole the
Empress's throne that should have been mine!"
The ravaged Empress was on the verge of collapse, no longer responding to the whipping.
Consort Tian sneered, reaching for a slender ceramic jade bottle by the window: "You stinking sow, playing dead, huh?
Fine, let's see if you can keep up the act." The long jade bottle was brutally
shoved into the Empress's vagina, even leaving a mark on her stomach. The
Empress, using all her strength, lifted her head, pleading in terror and pain, "Consort Tian…
what please… don't!" Consort Tian raised her jade leg high and stomped hard on the middle of the jade bottle. "Begging won't work, just cry! " The ceramic inside the woman's body. "Aa ... Hearing his wife's piercing screams, he rushed frantically to the bedside. The Empress, bound to the bed, had her face obscured; strands of sweat-drenched hair covered her eyes, and her usually rosy lips were now covered in bite marks. Her petite body was no longer recognizable ; the vulva that had once held his dragon root, received his essence, and nurtured his children now resembled a smashed tomato. Chongzhen grabbed the Empress's neck, screaming hysterically, "Summon the imperial physician!!!" The physician rushed in, but after examining her, he was at a loss. "Your Majesty, this is, after all, the Empress's body. This old minister is, after all, a man. There is a difference between men and women..." "Enough! The matter is urgent. Quickly treat the Empress's injuries. If anything happens to the Empress, all of you in the Imperial Hospital will lose your heads." Consort Tian knelt trembling before Emperor Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, I am guilty, I deserve to die. I beg Your Majesty ..." Emperor Chongzhen interrupted her directly: "Consort Tian, I know you are vying for favor with the Empress, I know you harbor resentment. I dote on you and love you, and I have even reprimanded the Empress for your sake. But the Empress is, after all, my wife, the Empress who rules the harem of this Great Ming Dynasty and is the mother of the nation. As a concubine, you are defying your superior and abusing the Empress. Do you know that this is an act of rebellion ?" Consort Tian pleaded tearfully, but it did not change her fate of being demoted to Qixiang Palace. Three months later, Consort Tian received a letter containing only one sentence: "The biography of Huo Guang is a must-read." From then on , Consort Tian became despondent, fell seriously ill, and died within six months. Only on her deathbed did she realize that it was all a trap set by Empress Zhou, using her body as bait. She cursed, "You vile woman surnamed Zhou, I curse you to hang yourself from the beams of Kunning Palace." What she didn't know was that, in real history, such a world actually existed.

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