Nighttime intrusion into the Prince's Palace

As the sun set over the western hills
, the lanterns were lit inside the Heart Lake Palace.
Zhao Guizhen held the naked Princess Anping in his arms. The little girl was exhausted; four orgasms had left her utterly weary, and she was now soundly asleep. Princess Hu'an, however, remained close to him, like spring water, her fragrant breath tickling the back of his neck, her warm tongue occasionally licking his back.
Zhao Guizhen turned and embraced this noble woman again, who seemed never to tire after sex. He realized he didn't even know what her true feelings were when she was with him. This woman was far more complex than he had initially thought.
A small hand grasped his "vajra," the soft palm cupping the tip. Sometimes Zhao Guizhen wondered if Princess Hu'an would never have made love to him if he didn't have his "vajra."
Zhao Guizhen cupped Hu'an's shapely buttocks with one hand, squeezing her plump flesh, while the other hand played with her nipples.
Hu'an moaned with excitement. But Zhao Guizhen stopped immediately, released her, and sat up abruptly to begin dressing.
Hu'an looked disappointedly at Zhao Guizhen's magnificent, powerful body hidden beneath his blue Daoist robe, licked her lips, and asked, "Master, where are you going?"
Zhao Guizhen finished tidying his clothes, turned back, and leaned down to kiss Hu'an and Anping once each, saying, "I'm going to Qingle Palace in Chang'an City. I might be back in two days."
Hu'an stretched, her upper body exposed beneath the brocade quilt. Her breasts stood tall and erect, trembling, dazzlingly white. Zhao Guizhen knew that Hu'an's most alluring body language was her languid stretch. This posture was clearly evolved from the "Demon Sect's" Heavenly Demonic Appearance, but it still lacked enough allure for him.
Zhao Guizhen reached out and pinched Hu'an's breast, chuckled, and turned to leave. Hu'an's beautiful eyes stared at his departing figure, her gaze gradually turning cold. Then he jumped out of the brocade quilt, dressed, and left.
Zhao Guizhen rode his mount, a blue mule, trotting towards Chang'an. The roads were deserted, and a bright moon gradually rose into the sky. Zhao Guizhen loved traveling on nights like this, finding it very pleasant, truly like Lao Tzu riding his blue ox across Tongguan Pass.
But tonight, he was burdened with worries. First, he needed to reach Chang'an as soon as possible to inquire about the recent situation in the palace from his disciple, Wang Du. Second, he needed to confirm Yu Hongzhi's true intentions; perhaps he must meet with him again to properly discuss their old agreement.
The Heart Lake Palace was only ten li from Chang'an, and with the blue mule's speed, it would only take a short while. Lost in thought, Zhao Guizhen arrived at the city gate.
Chang'an, from the rise of Emperor Taizong to the peak of Emperor Xuanzong, and then to the ravages of war during the reign of Emperor Shunzong, regardless of what it had experienced, had always been the symbol of the Tang Dynasty's imperial power, standing majestically on the Weinan Plain.
It was a vast city, stretching for ten miles, divided into an outer city, an inner city, and an imperial city. The two cities were filled with markets and wards, often operating all night long.
Zhao Guizhen dismounted his blue mule, passed through the guards' inspection, and entered the inner city from the outer city, heading towards Hanlin Ward along Zhuque Avenue. It was still early, and the streets were bustling with people, brightly lit, a scene of prosperity.
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Wang Du was forty-two years old this year. In his early years, he was the son of a family selling incense and candles outside Qingle Palace in Chang'an. Once, Zhao Guizhen was traveling from Hengshan to Qingcheng in the south and stopped in Chang'an at Qingle Palace. He happened to see Wang Du reading Daoist scriptures and asked him a few questions. To his surprise, the young man answered fluently. Zhao Guizhen took a liking to him and accepted him as a lay disciple, teaching him for ten days to half a month every three years. Later, he also sponsored his education at the county school.
Wang Du was very diligent and passed the imperial examination, becoming a tutor to the Crown Prince. He later rose to the position of Assistant Minister of Justice and is now a key figure in the Crown Prince's faction. Wang Du greatly respected his master, Zhao Guizhen, and supported his ideals. He was the one who connected the Crown Prince and his master, initially because the Crown Prince had a sexual interest in the "Dan Ding School" of Daoist arts, and Wang Du recommended his master to the Crown Prince.
The Hanlin Lane was mostly inhabited by officials of the imperial court. Wang Du's residence was the first house in the second alley from the east. The courtyard was large and deep. Zhao Guizhen placed the blue mule by the gate, patted its rump, and hid in a dark corner. The mule, understanding the signal, brayed loudly, "Cluck...cluck..."
Sure enough, the mule's braying startled the gatekeeper, and the gate of Wang's mansion swung open with a bang. Zhao Guizhen picked up a pebble and flicked it on the mule's rump. The mule immediately rushed towards the gate, and before the gatekeeper could react, it had already run into the courtyard. The gatekeeper immediately slammed the gate shut and shouted to catch the animal, causing a commotion inside.
Zhao Guizhen smiled secretly, leaped over the high wall, and flew straight through the eaves to Wang Du's study.
Wang Du's study was called "Yinyunzhai," firstly because he enshrined Laozi, the founder of Taoism, there, with incense burning constantly, and secondly because he often refined elixirs there, hence the name.
Zhao Guizhen arrived at "Yinyunzhai," lightly leaping off the eaves. Just as he was about to knock, he heard a series of sounds of a man and woman engaging in sexual intercourse coming from inside.
Zhao Guizhen smiled wryly; his good disciple was certainly enjoying himself. He quietly moved to the window, silently poked a hole in the paper window, and peered inside.
The room was brightly lit, and in the center of the room was a brocade couch. On the couch, a naked man and woman were engaged in a passionate embrace. The man and woman were each performing oral sex on the other's feet. The man was muscular, and Zhao Guizhen immediately recognized him as his good disciple, Wang Du.
Wang Du was spreading the woman's legs apart with his hands, vigorously sucking and licking her vulva, making smacking sounds. Strangely, the woman's vulva was smooth and hairless; she was naturally bald. The woman, in turn, was vigorously sucking Wang Du's large penis, filling her small mouth completely.
The woman had a truly beautiful figure; though voluptuous, she wasn't obese. Her two large, white breasts swayed up and down and side to side with the oral sex, a sight to behold. Her large, white buttocks were plump and large, and Wang Du would occasionally slap them, eliciting moans and undulating movements to meet his tongue.
In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, both men and women reached the peak of their sexual desire. The woman's vagina opened and closed wide, spraying out vaginal fluids that splattered all over Wang Du's face. He then tightly sucked on her vulva, swallowing large amounts of her fluids. A few drops of semen clung to the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed most of it. She then used her fingers to collect the remaining semen from her lips and smeared it on her face.
This time, Zhao Guizhen finally saw the woman's face clearly. She appeared to be around thirty years old, with delicate eyebrows, narrow eyes, a high nose, full lips, and plump cheeks. Between her lips and nose was a long, slender jade pillar. One glance revealed a woman with extremely strong sexual desire. If her individual features were on her face alone, they would certainly be extremely ugly, but when combined, she appeared exceptionally sexy and alluring—a strange beauty.
At this moment, Wang Du made the woman kneel on the bed, then knelt on one knee himself. He entered her from behind with his thick penis, placing his hands on her waist and hips, thrusting his body back and forth, pulling her back with his hands. Each thrust deeply penetrated her vagina, and the woman continued to move backward to meet him, moaning loudly.
"Oh...good man...fuck...Meiniang to death, quick...ah...brother...your cock...is killing me!"
Wang Du thrust and pounded relentlessly, making the woman Meiniang drip with lustful fluids, enjoying herself immensely. The huge penis went in and out, even turning the tender flesh inside her vagina inside out. The woman shook her head and swayed her hips, her beautiful hair flowing freely, her small mouth opening and closing, screaming hoarsely.
"Big cock, brother...Meiniang is so...so...happy..."
Wang Du thrust hundreds of times, then turned the woman over, made her sit cross-legged, spread her two big white legs facing him, and held her under her armpits with both hands, lifting her up. The woman took the initiative, supporting herself on the bed with one hand and guiding Wang Du's penis into her bare flesh with the other, and began to move up and down, causing her two big breasts to bounce up and down like jade rabbits. Wang Du released his hands and began to knead her full breasts, sucking and biting her purplish-red nipples.
The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her mouth wide open, as she cried out in pleasure from the repeated penetrations. Drenched in sweat, she finally ejaculated after about two hundred thrusts, collapsing limply into Wang Du's arms.
Wang Du himself had laid her down and then thrust nearly a hundred times before ejaculating. After enjoying the afterglow of their climax, they caressed each other for a while before dressing.
Once they were dressed, Zhao Guizhen coldly snorted, startling Wang Du and the woman inside. Wang Du was about to call for help, but Zhao Guizhen's voice was like an ear-to-ear transmission: "Du'er, can't you recognize your master's voice?"
Wang Du was both surprised and delighted. He quickly dismissed the woman and went out to welcome his master.
Zhao Guizhen sized up Wang Du; this disciple, whom he hadn't put much effort into, had made considerable progress in his cultivation.
Seeing his master's gaze lingering, Wang Du asked in a low, trembling voice, "Master, is there something you need from your unworthy disciple so late?"
Zhao Guizhen knew that this disciple had been in officialdom for seventeen or eighteen years, and his ability to read people was naturally superb. He probably already understood his intentions. However, he didn't want to ask Wang Du directly, but rather wanted to see Wang Du's attitude towards him. So he simply hummed in response and casually asked, "Who was that woman just now? She's quite an excellent dual cultivation vessel."
Wang Du's expression didn't change; instead, he said with delight, "Master, do you think my judgment is good? This woman is definitely a fine vessel. If Master likes her, I'll persuade her to come with you."
Seeing his reaction, Zhao Guizhen became suspicious. He grunted, "Dual cultivation of body and spirit, a fine vessel is hard to come by. You're actually willing to give me your vessel?"
Wang Du knew his master was suspicious and was greatly surprised. Kneeling down,
Wang Du said in a trembling voice, "Master's kindness to me is like giving me a second life. How could I dare to have any disloyalty? Please believe me, Master. This is also my way of showing filial piety." Zhao Guizhen helped Wang Du up and chuckled, "Du'er, what are you thinking? How could I not believe you? I just have an important matter to entrust to you!"
"Master, please give your instructions. I also wanted to tell you a few things."
Zhao Guizhen patted Wang Du's shoulder and said half-jokingly, "I'm still hungry. Let's eat something and talk while we eat. Also, my mount is still in the manor. Don't let it be treated like wild animals."
Wang Du quickly ordered the servants to bring food and then ordered them to find his master's mount and settle it properly.
Only then did he accompany Zhao Guizhen to discuss the secret matter.
After Wang Du and his master sat down in the secret room of the study,
Zhao Guizhen picked up a piece of flower cake and chewed it slowly and with relish, still not mentioning his purpose. Wang Du, who had been standing by, couldn't wait any longer and cleared his throat.
"Master, I was just about to write you a letter to inform you of a few things that are happening in the court."
"Oh, then tell me about them?"
Zhao Guizhen seemed noncommittal and not very interested.
"Master, you know that the current Emperor greatly favors eunuchs. Eight or nine out of ten of the Imperial Guards are controlled by them. Although the Emperor realizes the eunuchs' power and the threat they pose to the imperial authority, and wants to strip them of their military power, he is powerless to do so. The Emperor has spoken to me about this, and he is very anxious. However, I have a strict order from Master not to antagonize the eunuchs, so I haven't explicitly told the Emperor."
"Then what do you think?"
"Master, the core of the eunuch group is Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang. They belong to the 'Evil Sect' and 'Refining Emotions Sect' branches of the 'Demon Sect,' respectively. The 'Demon Sect' is the enemy of the martial arts world. Master must know that 'one cannot tolerate others beside one's bed…'"
"Alright, I naturally understand." Zhao Guizhen interrupted Wang Du. He then asked, "How is the Crown Prince now?" "
The Crown Prince is doing well, but his relationship with Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang is strained. However, the Crown Prince hasn't openly resisted the eunuchs yet," Wang Du replied.
Zhao Guizhen pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Continue."
"Yes, Master. Another important matter is the increasingly serious factional strife in the court. The 'Niu Faction,' led by Niu Zengru, and the 'Li Faction,' led by Li Fengji, are attacking each other relentlessly."
"Who is gaining the upper hand in this struggle, and what is the Crown Prince's opinion?"
"Currently, the Crown Prince leans towards the prevailing 'Niu Faction,' and the key figure of the 'Niu Faction,' Situ Peidu, is the Crown Prince's teacher, and his relationship with Empress Wang is extraordinary."
"Hmph, Peidu, he's technically my junior brother. What about your uncle? Is he involved with Empress Xiao?"
Zhao Guizhen clearly had a negative opinion of his junior brother, Peidu. In fact, he knew very well that his junior brother was highly talented, yet he had broken away from the "Dan Ding Sect" to establish some other "Yin Yang Sect," arbitrarily altering doctrines and getting close to the "Demon Sect." He had long since stopped considering him a member of the "Daoist School."
"Pei Du spends all his time in the Empress's palace with her, completely ignoring everyone else. Even the Crown Prince, seeking support from the court and the eunuchs, remains silent."
Zhao Guizhen glanced at Wang Du, a hint of doubt in his eyes. Wang Du knew his master didn't understand why the Emperor was so weak. He explained, "The Emperor is now seriously ill, bedridden, unable to even get out of bed, and has appointed the Crown Prince to handle state affairs. Moreover, no palace servant dares to speak ill of the Empress; how would the Emperor know?" "
So that means Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang are in cahoots with Pei Du?"
"Master is wise,"
Zhao Guizhen stroked his beard, remaining silent. Wang Du took a sip of fragrant tea and continued, “Now, the Emperor is even closer to Zen Buddhism. He invites the monk Shenxiu from Huayan Temple to lecture him on Zen every day. According to what I’ve heard, the Emperor always summons Prince Jiang, Li Ang, to accompany him whenever he listens to Zen lectures, which makes the Crown Prince very sensitive.”
“Although Shenxiu of Huayan Temple is young, I believe he is a rising star in the Zen school, not much less capable than Huishe of Jingnian Temple. He is indeed a formidable opponent for the grand plan of the Daoist school.”
“Then, how does Prince Jiang, Li Ang, usually behave?” Zhao Guizhen pressed.
“Li Ang is naturally weak, but he is cunning and shrewd. He doesn’t usually make any big moves. He maintains good relationships with various forces and pays his respects to the Emperor and the Crown Prince every day. He moves around where the Crown Prince can see him, so no one pays much attention to him. I have a close relationship with him on the surface, but it’s actually at the Crown Prince’s behest. Li Ang doesn’t seem to be wary of me and we often hang out together.”
“Don’t think of him as so simple. Emperor Muzong’s sons are not easy to deal with. Do you know Prince Ying, Li Xi?”
“Li Xi is young and reckless, associating with eunuchs. But I think he is the most talented of the Emperor’s sons. Although young, he is decisive and ruthless in his actions. However, his mother, Consort Wei, is not favored by the Emperor and is envied by the Empress, so he himself is not valued by the Emperor. But according to my research, Li Xi is not Consort Wei’s biological son, but the illegitimate son of Song Ruohua, the female official in charge of the imperial documents, and the Emperor.”
“Song Ruohua? Is she Song Ruohua from ‘Xijianzhai’? Is she in the palace now?” Zhao Guizhen’s reaction suddenly became intense.
Wang Du didn't understand why his master was so sensitive to the name Song Ruohua, and quickly replied, "Actually, this news came from a palace eunuch. However, as far as I know, Song Ruohua has already passed away."
Wang Du looked up at his master and saw that Zhao Guizhen's face had suddenly darkened, and his eyes were slightly moist. He was secretly shocked. With his master's cultivation level, he had long since transcended the shackles of mortal emotions and desires. Why was he so shaken upon hearing about Song Ruohua?
After a long while, Zhao Guizhen sighed and regained his composure before asking Wang Du,
"Who are the people who are closest to Li Xi on a daily basis?"
"Li Xi's uncle, the Minister of Ceremonies, the Grand Censor Wei Chuhou, and the head eunuch Wang Shouchang who controls the princes are also close to him."
"What is the relationship between this Wang Shouchang and Yu Hongzhi?"
"Speaking of which, Yu Hongzhi was brought to the palace by Wang Shoucheng. Yu and Qiu weren't actually eunuchs; Wang Shoucheng helped them deceive everyone. Now, Wang Shoucheng is quite old, but he's still the Commander-in-Chief of the Shence Army and the Privy Councilor, wielding considerable power."
"Oh, it seems I must see Yu Hongzhi and catch up," Zhao Guizhen muttered to himself.
"Master, besides that, there's also Emperor Muzong's half-brother, Prince Guang, Li Qi. He's young and hasn't had time to be sent to a fiefdom, so he remains in the capital. Li Qi and Li Xi are close, always supporting each other."
Zhao Guizhen nodded to indicate he understood, then asked,
"Do you know about Princess Hu'an and Shenxiu?" Zhao Guizhen asked again.
"Master, please forgive my bluntness, but Princess Hu'an is naturally lustful. She has unusual relationships with many prominent figures in the capital and powerful figures in Shaanxi and Luoyang, especially the monk Shenxiu. Before Master's arrival, Shenxiu wasn't at Huayan Temple, but at Xinhu Villa. Princess Hu'an and Shenxiu would go to the palace together to pay homage to the Emperor every day. Furthermore, Pei Du also has an extraordinary relationship with Hu'an. It's possible that the Yin-Yang Sect and the Demonic Sect have significant connections with her."
Zhao Guizhen didn't care who Hu'an had romantic affairs with; however, if she hindered his plan to eradicate Buddhism, he would have to teach her a lesson.
Judging from what Wang Du said, Li Zhan's throne was now firmly established, but the various sects of Buddhism were intensifying their efforts to curry favor with the imperial relatives, increasing the difficulty of eradicating Buddhism. However, the Demonic Sect was an unknown factor; they truly held the will of the imperial family. In the future, Li Xi and Li Ang could replace Li Zhan at any time.
As for Li Xi? Was he really Song Ruohua's son? If so, how should I treat Song Ruohua's son? Perhaps Li Xi isn't Emperor Muzong's biological son at all...
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Li Xi is fifteen years old this year. Beside the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial City stands a palace—Taichong Palace, which is the residence of Prince Ying, Li Xi. That afternoon, Prince Ying went to his aunt, Princess Hu'an, to retrieve Xin Chan. After inquiring about Xin Chan's background, he learned that the young girl was actually a master of both singing and dancing, the most outstanding among the many maids of Xinhu Palace. Xin Chan absolutely refused to go directly to Prince Ying's residence, as Princess Hu'an was her mistress, and she needed her mistress's permission to return home with the young prince.
Unable to persuade Xin Chan, Li Xi returned home dejectedly. Actually, his purpose in visiting Xinhu Palace was simply to see his sister and aunt. He hadn't expected to encounter Zhao Guizhen. His understanding of Zhao Guizhen came from his aunt, and he always felt inexplicably jealous whenever he saw his beautiful aunt speak of Zhao Guizhen with such admiration or passion.
Now, having met him in person, he realized Zhao Guizhen was indeed remarkable, comparable to his master, Yu Hongzhi.
He knew Zhao Guizhen would recognize his talent, so after meeting him, he immediately had another plan.
He would scheme against Zhao Guizhen, using him to clear obstacles on his path to becoming emperor. The thought of manipulating a grandmaster like this was quite satisfying.
Zhao Guizhen was determined to revitalize the Daoist and Buddhist sects, who were locked in a life-or-death struggle. The martial world appeared peaceful on the surface, but countless battles raged beneath the surface. This time, Zhao Guizhen had delivered himself right to his doorstep, so how could he let him sit idle? He'd let him fight it out with the bald-headed members of the "Buddhist sect," adding some variables to the struggle for the throne, and incidentally, teach his arrogant master, Yu Hongzhi, a lesson.
**************** ... Wang Shouchang sat opposite Li Xi, listening to Li Xi recount Zhao Guizhen's arrival in Chang'an, and narrowed his eyes. He was now quite old, and Yu Hongzhi and Qiu Shiliang no longer regarded him as their superior, but he wasn't so old that he had lost all desire for power. He didn't particularly value Li Xi at the moment, because Li Xi's power was still limited, and he was unlikely to overthrow the throne immediately. However, Li Xi relied heavily on him, so maintaining a good relationship was best. Li Xi calmly told Wang Shouchang everything about Zhao Guizhen. Wang Shouchang appeared indifferent, grunting a few times before leaving, but Li Xi sensed that Wang Shouchang must have his own judgment. Thinking of Zhao Guizhen, perhaps he could keep him busy with his many schemes for a while. Li Xi had known for a long time that he wasn't Consort Wei's biological son. He also knew that fifteen years ago, shortly after Emperor Muzong ascended the throne, a female official suddenly arrived in the palace; she was his biological mother. This woman was a prized disciple of "Xijianzhai," the most secretive sect in the martial arts world, and the eldest daughter of the prestigious Song family of Sichuan. Li Xi sometimes doubted whether Emperor Muzong was his biological father. Muzong had never held him, never inquired about his life, and even ignored his greetings. Could such a father exist? As for Consort Wei, in the lonely palace, unable to gain the emperor's favor, she blamed him, rarely seeing him more than a few times a year. This kind of life fostered Li Xi's incredibly resilient yet fickle character. Though young, he was already mature and ambitious. Seeing the power of the eunuchs, he tried his best to ingratiate himself, eventually catching the eye of Yu Hongzhi and becoming his disciple. On the surface, he appeared willful and incompetent, but secretly he diligently cultivated talent. For himself and his two elder brothers, there was only one throne, and only one person could sit on it, but that didn't mean it couldn't be rotated. As long as he could control the power, making their throne unstable and short-lived, it would still be his. After Wang Shoucheng left, Li Xi suddenly coughed towards the screen behind him. Immediately, a beautiful woman dressed in palace attire walked out gracefully. Upon closer inspection, she was dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with spring-like eyes. Who else could it be but Princess Hu'an?

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