Jiang Bilan, a beauty that could topple kingdoms

"Since ancient times, the empress has not interfered in politics. Since you are the Grand General protecting the Yan Dynasty, you certainly cannot hold the position of Empress. Go to the Ministry of Rites and hand over the Phoenix Seal and other documents."
Before the eunuch Wang finished speaking the imperial decree, he had already spoken calmly. The ministers looked at her with pity. In fact, ever since the news of Consort Lan's return to the palace came, everyone knew that he was going to depose the Empress, but... the speed was really fast.
Zuo Canglang knelt on the ground, her back still very straight, her head slightly lowered so that her expression could not be seen, but her words were very clear: "Yes." This Crown Princess was just a formality. Everyone knew that the one he really wanted to marry was Jiang Bilan—the stunningly beautiful Jiang Bilan.
So even though he ascended the throne and she received the Phoenix Seal, she was never formally conferred an official title.
The young king on the throne had a cold, chiseled face. He twirled the jade-studded finger in his hand, his gaze sharp as he looked at her: "Anything else to say?"
Zuo Canglang held the cold silver bow in her right hand, and after a long while, she said softly, "Your Majesty, no."
After leaving the main hall, the Left Prime Minister Xue Chengjing followed her half a step behind with some concern, walking alongside her. After thinking for a long time, he spoke: "Your Majesty... General Zuo, with your talent, you really shouldn't be stuck in the harem. Don't take this to heart. The Great Yan Empire needs you more than the Yan Empress's palace."
Zuo Canglang turned around, a smile flashing across her face: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Xue. Canglang understands." She turned back, her eyes sweeping over the palace with its green tiles and red bricks, her smile bitter. Lord Xue, Canglang has never entered the harem. Without being an empress, how can there be any talk of being a "discarded" woman?
He bestowed upon her a general's mansion, equally luxurious and grand, located closest to the imperial palace. Thus, she was no longer the Crown Princess of the Yan Dynasty, nor could she become the Empress of the Yan Dynasty. She merely held the military defense map of the entire imperial city, wielding the command tokens for millions of troops, and entering and leaving the Yan Dynasty's military headquarters in armor.
She didn't care much; this
title of Crown Princess was a joke to begin with. Murong Yan was not originally the Crown Prince of the Yan Kingdom, a fact known to all in the Yan Kingdom. When the eldest son of the late Emperor, Murong Ruo, was made Crown Prince, the Emperor, in order to safeguard the foundation of the Great Yan Dynasty, specially appointed the White Emperor as the Crown Prince's tutor, specifically to teach the two princes martial arts and scholarship.
Following the late Emperor's decree, the White Emperor taught the Crown Prince the way of governing the country and the second prince the skills of protecting the world.
In short, the Crown Prince was taught literature, and the second prince martial arts. Who knew that the second prince was so intelligent and talented, excelling in both literature and martial arts? The two brothers were originally very harmonious, and Murong Yan was extremely arrogant, so arrogant that he didn't even care about the throne.
The matter was already settled, but things went wrong when the Right Chancellor, eager to curry favor with the royal family and solidify his position, betrothed his daughter to Crown Prince Murong Ruo. Murong Ruo and his brother had grown up with Jiang Bilan, and Jiang Bilan and Murong Yan had a long-standing relationship. How could Murong Yan tolerate this?
Neither of them would relinquish their relationship, but Jiang Bilan, unable to disobey her father, acquiesced to the marriage with the Crown Prince, which led to this supposedly capable ruler raising an army in rebellion.
Initially, the ministers split into two groups: one supporting the Crown Prince, and the other, intimidated by Murong Yan's authority, supporting him. Thus, the Yan Dynasty was divided. Everyone initially thought he would be a tyrant, but when one of his fierce generals defeated the Crown Prince four times and conquered his few remaining territories at a rate of one city every three months, many wavered.
Gradually, the armies opposing her began to surrender voluntarily. She spared all who surrendered, and those who joined the Left Army were reinstated to their original positions. Her popularity soared instantly. Seeing the remaining few skeptical ministers, Murong Yan simply made her his concubine, completely changing their opinions.
The three-year turmoil ended, and the Yan Dynasty was reunified. However, the new emperor changed from Murong Ruo to Murong Yan. This legendary concubine, however, did not naturally become the empress of the Yan Dynasty. As you can see, she returned to being a general, silently protecting the Yan Dynasty…
Chapter 1: What Can You Offer Me?
Zuo Canglang originally had no name. Meeting her was a coincidence. At that time, the second prince was lassoing horses in the southern mountains of Zhennan City. The wind was strong, and the fourteen-year-old prince insisted on doing it himself. As a result, he was dragged by the horse into the deep mountains. When everyone arrived, they saw her. At that time, she was about four or five years old, but she couldn't speak. Her eyes were as sharp as a wolf's in the grass.
So some people were already thinking of capturing her to see what kind of monster she was. But when the wind blew the grass low, everyone was stunned—a pack of wolves, a huge wolf named Canglang!!!
She let out a sharp whistle, her dark, round eyes curiously scrutinizing him. Finally, the Second Prince recognized her—it was a person, a child.
"Catch it!" Perhaps no one could have imagined that these three words would bring their worlds so deeply intertwined, never to be separated again.
A group of guards quickly captured it. Although the wolf pack was ferocious, they were no match for these exceptionally skilled humans. The Second Prince took it back, washed it clean, and discovered it was a little girl.
He then tossed it to his Shadow Guards: "Keep it with those children. If it survives, let it stay." He spoke with unusual coldness, never considering… that he himself was still a child.
Three hundred children, living together all day, inevitably became acquainted with some, but it was all too fleeting. You never know who will be gone tomorrow.
It was under these circumstances that Zuo Canglang met Yang Lianting. He arrived two years later than all the other children, supposedly because Murong Yan, seeing his exceptional talent, specifically instructed him to be brought along.
Back then, the group was risking their lives day and night to survive, with no time to think about anything else. If it weren't for Zuo Canglang, Yang Lianting might have been swallowed up during that period.
When Yang Lianting first arrived, she was like a little hedgehog, extremely cold and reserved, rarely speaking to anyone. Yet, she was exceptionally beautiful, making several training officers constantly drool over her.
Zuo Canglang was also not very talkative. Although she could speak at that time, her speech was still somewhat halting, so her pronunciation was always short, just one or two words, adding to her coldness.
The two often acted together, until one training session when they faced Leng Feiyan. Normally, the two of them would have a clear advantage against Leng Feiyan, but her speed was simply too fast. Yang Lianting, at that time, only practiced magic. The three of them fought for two full hours in Songzhen Forest. Leng Feiyan was defeated, Zuo Canglang was slightly injured, and Yang Lianting, having overused her magic, suffered a backlash and nearly died.
Zuo Canglang stayed by Yang Lianting's side for two whole days while he was burning with fever. In desperation, he went to plead with the training officers. Several burly men smiled lewdly: "We can save him, but there are conditions." The one who spoke curled his finger as if keeping them in suspense: "How about he wakes up and keeps us entertained for a while?"
Zuo Canglang knew, of course, that if he agreed, Yang Lianting would be dead. Who would dare to train an enemy into their master's right-hand man? But if he didn't agree, he would surely die.
"Actually, if I really want to keep my masters company, it's not necessarily him." She was already extremely wild, and with a smile, she was captivating: "Canglang is confident that I'm no worse than him."
The men exchanged smiles and carried her to a simple bed in the room. Outside, only lewd whispers could be heard.
"I didn't expect this little werewolf to have such delicate skin. Although she's not fully developed yet, look at this little thing, and this little butt."
"Let's make it clear first, her asshole is mine!"
"Damn, she has a pussy but doesn't want her asshole..."
Although Zuo Canglang had grown up with wolves since childhood, she had been in the palace for many years and understood human desires and pleasures to some extent. Human shame made her blush and her heart race, and she wanted to back out. But when she thought of Yang Lianting, who was unconscious and had been with her day and night, she made up her mind:
'I must save my companion no matter what!'
This was something she had learned from the wolf pack since childhood.
Moreover, having grown up with wolves, Zuo Canglang's sense of chastity wasn't very strong at this time...
The men began to roam freely over Zuo Canglang's delicate skin, sometimes kneading her breasts, which were only slightly erect at the nipples, sometimes ruthlessly spreading her genitals and playing with them. Of course, they didn't forget her anus, which also received its share of abuse.
Zuo Canglang was an unexpected delight in their eyes; they hadn't expected that the usually quiet, unassuming woman, even bearing the nickname "Werewolf," would be so delicate and beautiful.
In their eyes, Zuo Canglang was now nothing more than helpless prey. Therefore, before completely destroying her, they planned to have some lewd fun with her. Who would have thought that Murong Yan, who rarely visited, would appear at this moment?
Murong Yan arrived just in time to see this scene; they had already stripped her naked, and several men were gathered together in a vulgar and obscene manner.
Her gaze swept over the crowd, and her dark eyes were as clear as when they first met. She seemed completely unconcerned about her nakedness, or perhaps, the moment she saw him, she had forgotten everything.
He was already in a bad mood, and then he came out to witness this scene. Under the gaze of those eyes, he used only one sword strike, and the blood of several men splattered onto her pale tan skin, dazzlingly bright.
She swiftly rolled away from the sword, half-kneeling on the bed, her upper body naked as she silently watched him. He met her gaze, shocked that she had dodged the sword, and after a moment, he suddenly used his foot to pick up the clothes on the ground and threw them at her.
She dressed quietly, then whispered, "My lord, please... save Yang Lianting."
Each word she spoke was slow. Murong Yan lifted his foot and hooked her chin, squinting as he looked at her closely: "Why should I save him?"
"I beg you."
"What do you have to beg me for?"
"Everything, all of my life."
Chapter Two: If You Become Empress, I Will Become Emperor .
When the army set out, there were three people: Zuo Canglang, Leng Feiyan, and Yang Lianting. Murong Yan gifted them weapons: Han Guang, the Heavenly Punishment Needle, and the Beacon Fire Chain Arrows.
Thus, Leng Feiyan wandered the martial world, Yang Lianting joined a religious sect, and only Zuo Canglang remained by his side, gradually conquering the Yan Dynasty.
At that time, she was still young, and leading troops in battle was unrealistic; it would be difficult to gain the respect of the people. Moreover, Murong Yan's army was small and elite, and with internal strife and numerous external threats, he dared not gamble.
Therefore, Murong Yan personally led the campaigns, and she served as his deputy. On the battlefield, one in black and one in silver-gray, their two figures blending into a mythical aura.
Regardless of the reason for rebellion, it inevitably invites accusations of being a traitor. Jiang Bilan married Mu Rongruo amidst this internal strife between him and the Crown Prince. On the day the Crown Prince was made Crown Princess, he was enraged.
The common people, lacking ability, only sought peace and prosperity. In their leisure time, they gossiped about family matters and rumors—a tradition unchanged since ancient times.
Jiang Bilan was a renowned beauty in the country, her beauty only evoked by legends. Among the common people, Jiang Bilan was a goddess, and every man in the country, when speaking of her, would gaze into the distance, as if that were the direction where she resided.
On the day Jiang Bilan was made Crown Princess, the goddess crumbled, for everyone knew that on this night, the former goddess would, like all women, lie beneath men, moaning and panting, doing everything in her power to please and flatter…
On the same day, many warriors in black armor descended upon the people, and anyone who uttered the name of the newly made Crown Princess was to be killed without mercy!
The order originated from Murong Yan. On one hand, he was in agony; he couldn't accept that the intelligent and beautiful girl he had grown up with was now his elder brother's woman. Murong Yan naturally anticipated what would happen that night. On the other hand, even though he resented Jiang Bilan, he couldn't bear the gossip of the common people. He knew that in their mouths, Jiang Bilan was probably no better than a whore.
Murong Yan had vowed to protect Jiang Bilan forever, so even though she was now the Crown Princess, he still intended to unleash a massacre on this joyous occasion!
At that time, the army was stationed outside Zhuzhou City, and the entire army felt his rage. One man was drowning his sorrows in wine in his tent until even the soldiers in charge of internal affairs dared not enter. Zuo Canglang then poured chrysanthemum tea into a wine jug and brought it in.
He tilted his head back, his eyes blurry, and pulled her onto his lap. Zuo Canglang involuntarily leaned against his chest, feeling his warmth and smelling of alcohol. His voice was low, so low it made one want to trade anything for his smile: "You like me, don't you?"
Zuo Canglang blushed for the first time, nervously trying to push his hand away, only to find her palms were sweaty. "My lord, you're drunk."
He continued to breathe warm air into her ear, chuckling softly, "Why are you afraid to admit it?"
His voice sent shivers down her spine. Zuo Canglang couldn't quite discern his intentions, but she didn't struggle further, quietly nestled in his arms.
Murong Yan had only meant to tease her, but under the lamplight, her lowered face and that moment of shyness stirred his blood. For a moment, the person before him overlapped with the person in his mind, indistinguishable. He tore off her clothes, turning her to face him. Zuo Canglang's armor lost its usual sharpness under his touch; with a few casual movements, it was stripped away along with her underwear, revealing her small but exquisitely beautiful breasts. He carefully began the foreplay, trying to control his patience, but he couldn't resist the strange beauty emanating from the woman before him.
Zuo Canglang had risked her life alongside him, yet she had never discovered such a rich inner world hidden beneath that chilling armor.
Murong Yan, accustomed to domineering ways, was initially gentle, but gradually grew impatient. His hands left red marks on Zuo Canglang's breasts, marks he liked, like carving his own personal seal. He kneaded her breasts, stretched her nipples, playing his favorite games, ignoring Zuo Canglang's increasingly flushed expression.
Finally, panting, he pressed her down onto the tiger-skin mat on the bed in the military tent, plunging into her body without hesitation. The tightness there was exquisite; Murong Yan was very satisfied. Zuo Canglang groaned, her fingers gripping the smooth fur beneath her. Why did it hurt so much? Zuo Canglang even felt as if her lower body had been split in two; it hurt so much. But she didn't show her pain, not only because the wounds she suffered on the battlefield were many times greater, but also because a voice told her that facing Murong Yan, all she needed to do was submit.
Murong Yan thrust into her without restraint, letting out a rough cry.
Murong Yan's sweat dripped onto her body, his voice low and hoarse: "Lan'er... Lan'er..." Hearing the painful moans of the person beneath him, he bent down to kiss her face, murmuring, "Why? You said you loved me, if you loved me, why did you marry him!!!" In his anger,
he showed no mercy, and she finally couldn't help but cling to his shoulders to ease his strength: "My lord... don't do this... it hurts... ah..."
At the moment of falling petals, Zuo Canglang was, after all, a woman.
That night, they didn't know how long they entangled, but when he woke up, she was not in the tent, only bloodstains like red plum blossoms remained on the bed. He asked the soldiers, who said that the Deputy General Zuo had returned home in the middle of the night last night.
Zuo Canglang was too embarrassed to get medicine from the army doctor, so she simply washed herself with water, her face still flushed. She stayed in her tent until dawn, unable to sleep.
The next day, as they marched towards Zhuzhou, she forced herself to stay alert. Murong Yan analyzed the troop deployment without looking away, so she could only remain silent, quietly gathering intelligence on the army's deployment as he requested.
Because the chain-reaction arrows were suitable for long-range attacks, she generally didn't charge into battle. Any general who had faced Zuo Canglang knew that either you were at the forefront, or you shouldn't appear before her.
Murong Yan was most satisfied with her speed; perhaps due to growing up among wolves, her agility was truly extraordinary. At that time, she didn't yet know how to use arrow energy to injure people, always carrying a dozen or so gleaming silver arrows, holding a longbow, exuding a commanding presence.
Sometimes, even just looking at her from his horseback riding, he would feel a pang of longing. Perhaps it was because he had been away for too long, but he suddenly missed Jiang Bilan terribly. They had been separated for so long, and only her beautiful image remained etched in his mind.
"Lan'er, are you missing me too?" "
Soon, don't be afraid. If you are to become Empress, then the Emperor can only be me. Murong Yan will never let you be with any other man, even at any cost."
Chapter Three: Snake!!!
Murong Yan wasn't a saint. Did men of that era still have such notions? It's just that since separating from Jiang Bilan, he truly hadn't touched any other woman. It wasn't that he was chaste; he simply didn't want to. His
encounter with her was probably just after drinking, mistaking her for his Bilan. In terms of beauty and spirit alone, Zuo Canglang was far inferior to Jiang Bilan; she was a fairy, an untainted fairy.
Once the first time, a second and a third were inevitable. Even for a king, the hardships of marching and sleeping in the open were unavoidable, giving him a reason to indulge in the monotony. However, he could distinguish between a toy and a lover. No matter how much pleasure the woman before him offered, how could she compare to the one in his heart?
He could only admit she was a good subordinate. He hadn't wanted to take her to bed—this woman would be far more useful on the frontier than in his bed—but since things had come to this, he could only console himself that conquering a woman was much easier than appeasing a subordinate.
In the military tent, whenever Murong Yan was aroused, he would pull Zuo Canglang close, regardless of whether the soldiers guarding outside could hear, or whether the woman beneath him could withstand his onslaught, only caring about venting his strength on Zuo Canglang's increasingly delicate and luscious flower.
The soldiers around him all revered Zuo Canglang, yet at this moment, as her delicate moans began to echo from within the tent, every single one of them was erect.
The two had led armies in battle for three years without a single defeat. Perhaps at any time, such a relationship between them would seem intimate. Back then, Zuo Canglang was young, energetic, and spirited, following him around asking what he considered foolish questions. When he was in a good mood, he patiently answered; when he was in a bad mood, he ignored him.
Zuo Canglang was inherently guileless; someone who could be seen through at a glance naturally appeared transparent in his presence. Murong Yan, on the other hand, had grown up in the imperial family, constantly addressed as "Lord" and "Crown Prince," and had long since learned to conceal his true nature. Coupled with the age difference, he naturally appeared much more mature.
Thus, Zuo Canglang's gaze towards him held a hint of admiration, as if any problem she encountered could be effortlessly solved by this man.
But on the day Murong Ruo was forced to surrender, he even asked her like a child: "Does this dress look good on you today?" It was then that Zuo Canglang realized that this man also had a childlike side.
That day, Zuo Canglang cleaned the palace, secretly executing treacherous officials according to Murong Yan's orders. But Murong Yan, the emperor, was nowhere to be seen.
Zuo Canglang asked the soldiers around her, but they all shook their heads, not knowing.
She didn't find Murong Yan, but she saw Jiang Bilan for the first time. She stood on the Lianli Peak behind the palace, lifting her long skirt.
Without any warning, she recognized her. She wasn't wearing elaborate palace attire; her pale red dress fluttered like a dream, ethereal and dreamlike!
"Miss Jiang?" she hesitated, finding an inappropriate way to address her. Jiang Bilan slowly turned her head at the edge of the cliff, her fleeting beauty like a phoenix transformed into a human, making one afraid to look directly at her. So she lowered her head slightly, saying, "My lord is searching for you everywhere."
Her dark eyes, clear as the sky, quietly observed her, then suddenly laughed, "What virtue or ability does Jiang Bilan possess to have become a traitor to the country, like Bao Si and Tan Ji?!"
With that laugh, she took a light step and leaped off the cliff. Caught off guard, Zuo Canglang, before reacting, leaped and caught her in his arms.
The grass was deep and dark, sunlight couldn't penetrate, and this place had been deserted for countless years. From the cracked crevice below the cliff, hissing sounds in the darkness sent chills down their spines.
Jiang Bilan screamed, quickly attracting all the snakes. Zuo Canglang felt a chill run down her spine. Those slippery creatures, their tongues flicking, crawled towards them in the dim light, their patterns colorful, their gazes the same. There was no foothold in the crevice, and the two were half-stuck in the middle. She controlled Jiang Bilan to keep her from moving, and also controlled herself.
Something slippery in the darkness wrapped around her feet, and she felt it crawling up her calves. Zuo Canglang's arrow pierced the mud wall of the crevices. She carefully lifted Jiang Bilan up, letting her climb on the arrow. She dared not, dared not cry out, dared not. She left a fire arrow on the cliff, hoping someone would see it.
The hissing sounds grew louder, and just when she thought she was about to be devoured by snakes, someone came down. A voice faintly came from above: "Your Majesty, there are signs of damage to the weeds here; this must be the place." "
A-Zuo?" Murong Yan's voice was low, but Zuo Canglang almost cried out: "My lord," she said carefully, each word carefully chosen, knowing that a sudden sound would attract the snakes' attack: "Miss Jiang is also here. There are snakes down there, many of them. Be careful."
"Lan'er?" Hearing this name, Murong Yan could no longer contain himself. He leaped forward and pulled her up. Zuo Canglang felt a lightness on her body; Jiang Bilan was no longer where she had been.
Hearing Murong Yan's voice from above, completely different from before, it was filled with longing: "Are you... alright?" Jiang Bilan's voice was very low, almost breathless: "Why did you save me?"
Zuo Canglang gripped the silver arrow tightly, her hands covered in cold sweat. The snake slithered over her, and she bit her lip hard, finally unable to hold back and whispered, "My lord?"
But there was no sound; there was complete silence above.
A quarter of an hour of darkness felt like an eternity to Zuo Canglang.
Chapter Four: Your subject has nothing to say.
The soldiers who arrived later pulled her up. By then, she already had four or five snake bite marks on her leg, and her face was deathly pale as she accepted the beacon fire arrows handed to her by the soldiers. Her hands seemed to still be intact.
They pulled a snake from her body; it was white with black markings. Seeing her pale complexion, someone cautiously asked, "General? Are you alright?"
She suppressed the nausea rising in her stomach, her lips drained of color, and tried to calm her throbbing lungs, asking, "Is there any wine?"
Someone handed her a leather pouch of wine, which she took a long gulp of, then swiftly made her way up the cliff as if fleeing from something. Back at the old palace, Vice-General Wang Nan was counting heads. Seeing her covered in mud and reeking of decay, no one dared to speak.
Wang Nan casually pointed to a clever maid: "Help the General bathe and change."
The maid was happy; she knew she wouldn't die.
That night, she developed a high fever, speaking incoherently. The maid, obedient and careful, rushed out, unsure who to report to. Fortunately, Wang Nan usually slept late, and seeing her flustered state, he stopped her and asked what was wrong. After all, she was the Princess Consort of the Yan Dynasty, and he was also in a dilemma.
The Emperor was at Empress Jiang's Magnolia Palace at this time. A eunuch went in to report, but before he could speak, Murong Yan threw a pillow at him, sending him packing.
The maid's words were serious; Wang Nan had interrogated people throughout the prison, trying to find anyone from the Imperial Medical Academy. After a full hour of this commotion, they finally managed to bring someone to Zuo Canglang's temporary residence, the Prosperous Flower Garden. The old imperial physician took her pulse, exclaimed several times how close they had come to disaster, and tremblingly wrote a prescription. He instructed the palace maids to help her cool down. By the time the medicine was ready, it was already past midnight.
With limited manpower, she struggled to drink the medicine. Wang Nan, disregarding propriety, told the maid, "Hold her, I'll feed her."
After all that fuss, it was already past four in the morning.
Wang Nan instructed the maid and told the imperial physician to rest in the outer hall. As he left, he could still hear her mumbling incoherently.
When Mu Rongyan returned to the capital with Jiang Bilan, rumors spread like wildfire. Many people knew about his feelings for Jiang Bilan, and everyone said that he might depose the empress.
Every eye was watching, yet no one could have foreseen the whole story.
Zuo Canglang knelt upright in the court, a memorial lying on the ground before her, clearly stating that General Wang Nan had entered the Crown Princess's residence, the Fan Hua Palace, at night and only left in the early hours of the next day.
Murong Yan's voice was icy: "Zuo Canglang, you are the Empress of my Yan Dynasty, and you have done such a thing. Do you have anything to say?"
The assembled officials stood with their heads bowed in solemn silence. Wang Nan, utterly surprised that someone had submitted such a memorial, knelt on the ground and stammered, "Your Majesty, even if this humble general were incredibly audacious, I would never have dared to have any improper intentions towards Her Majesty
. That night..." "Your Majesty... has nothing to say." Zuo Canglang's voice was soft, but everyone heard it clearly. She kept her head bowed and said, word by word, "Please punish me, Your Majesty."
Murong Yan looked at the people kneeling before him and felt bored. With a wave of his hand, the eunuch Wang announced in a shrill voice, "Empress Zuo of the Yan Dynasty has committed an act of impurity, bringing shame upon our royal family. She deserves death." Wang secretly glanced at the fading empress's face. "However, considering Zuo's skillful command of troops and her contributions to the foundation of the Great Yan Dynasty, she is spared death. She is removed from her position as empress and appointed General Protector of the Nation. So be it. General Zuo, thank
Your Majesty." "Your subject thanks Your Majesty for your great favor."
No one spoke; all the court officials looked at her with pity. Even Wang Nan could see that, if one wanted to find fault, one could always find a pretext.
Murong Yan remained aloof. He had hoped to discern some expression on her face, but she only kept her head bowed. He had no choice but to give up; after all… this was indeed a bit too much. "
But Zuo Canglang, I have entrusted you with the entire military power of the Yan Dynasty. You should be content."
"Anything else to say?"
"Your Majesty...I have nothing to say."
"If you have nothing to say, then go to the Ministry of Rites and hand over the Phoenix Seal and these other items. Also, your General's Mansion is in the former Right Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Yes."
Chapter Five: The New Empress's investiture .
Zuo Canglang moved to the General's Mansion, the closest residence to the palace, which was also quite luxurious and grand. When Wang Nan apologized to her, she only smiled, a smile that was gloomy and bitter.
Shortly after, the new Empress was investitured.
A grand ceremony was held, and Jiang Bilan wore an elaborate palace dress, red that was noble, gorgeous, and dignified. The ceremony was conducted in an orderly manner by the master of ceremonies, while she maintained order and security for the entire ceremony from the sidelines.
She was on the palace roof, the best place in the entire palace to see. She could see the assassins, the soldiers from all sides, and the empress in her finery on the stage. Her beauty was enough to make everyone feel inferior.
Including Zuo Canglang, who was standing high up at this moment.
Beauty can indeed make people jealous.
If Zuo Canglang had ever harbored any pity for Murong Yan, that feeling was now completely gone. A few breezes blew, bringing a chill to the air. She gazed at the grand ceremony below, at the two people's clasped hands. Despite having abandoned any improper thoughts, she couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. In a place obscured by the crowd, a supporting character watched the protagonist's desolation.
Something unusual happened in the crowd.
Zuo Canglang arrived almost instantly, and before the man's poisoned crossbow could even be seen, she had already snapped his hand, then swiftly sealed it, and finally half-supported him as he left. Only after he was outside the arena did she hand him over to Wang Nan, without causing any commotion.
No one in the Imperial Guard dared to speak; if word got out, they would be considered dereliction of duty, and execution would be the least of their worries. She remained silent, retreating silently back into the rooftop, watching the entire scene like a wolf.
The Imperial Guards stared wide-eyed, wishing they could catch even the passing ants and search them thoroughly.
That night, she returned to the General's Mansion. After a day of vigilance, it would be a lie to say she wasn't exhausted. Only the maid she had brought with her last time remained in the manor. She named her Zuo Weiwei, a name that moved the maid to the point of almost kowtowing three times.
Soaking herself in slightly hot water, she stroked her slightly rough skin, watching it gleam a pale tan in the water, and suddenly sighed. She
wrapped herself tightly in a thin blanket on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep. Staring at the flickering candlelight on the table, she felt the world was eerily quiet.
Suddenly, there was a slight noise. Zuo Canglang nimbly grabbed the silver bow beside her pillow, but as she turned to sit up, she was pushed back down by a body, and the candlelight on the table was extinguished.
The person on top of her reeked of alcohol, and he roughly tore at her inner garments. Just from that scent, she recognized him. She wasn't without surprise, but also a bit confused, almost unable to believe it. This person… what was he doing here, abandoning the newly appointed Empress?
He didn't leave her wondering for long; without any foreplay, he entered her body directly. She had expected it to be incredibly dry, but she was clearly already completely accustomed to him.
Murong Yan hummed with satisfaction. This body was always like this; even a mere touch from his hand was enough for her to welcome him with the perfect moisture and warmth.
His touch was utterly ruthless, leaving suggestive marks on her tanned skin. Sensing the cooperation of the person beneath him, he grew even more frenzied, as if venting something, his broad hands almost crushing her brow. The revered Zuo Canglang was, in Murong Yan's eyes, nothing more than a woman who would become wet at the slightest touch, someone he could enter whenever he wished.
Murong Yan's penis was large and imposing; although Zuo Canglang's flower was already wet, it still felt somewhat painful to receive it. She secretly hoped Murong Yan could be gentler, but since he refused, she could only try her best to maintain his arousal.
However, tonight Murong Yan was more ruthless and domineering than in any previous encounter. He constantly changed positions, forcing Zuo Canglang into one humiliating posture after another, as if this could stimulate his desire. In his hands, Zuo Canglang had become a toy devoid of dignity and emotion; whatever he wanted, she had to obey.
Zuo Canglang groaned, finally unable to resist trying to push his hand away. He forcefully pressed her down, his grip tightening, his voice hoarse: "Didn't you know pain?!"
Zuo Canglang didn't understand why he was angry, so she could only try her best to comply and lessen her suffering.
Zuo Canglang lay on her back on the bed. Murong Yan, seemingly softening his stance, patted Zuo Canglang's buttocks, leaving five finger marks immediately.
"Bend up, use your back to support your body."
Murong Yan spoke as if to an emotionless toy. Zuo Canglang seemed to anticipate the next position, feeling unbearably ashamed, yet obediently complied.
Soon, Zuo Canglang assumed the position, her legs spread on either side of her cheeks, her clitoris exposed for the first time. Although her clitoris was being ravaged by Murong Yan until it was about to bleed, Zuo Canglang's face turned even redder.
Seeing the position was set up, Murong Yan unceremoniously sat down. The cockpit, like a seat, diligently supported his forceful ascent. Of course, this "seat" had a wet opening, and Murong Yan's massive member was galloping within it…
Zuo Canglang was in pain, but Murong Yan grew increasingly aroused. His movements became faster and more forceful. Zuo Canglang even felt somewhat exhausted, fearing she couldn't continue for long. Fortunately, Murong Yan ejaculated, but this time he didn't ejaculate inside. At the crucial moment, he let out a low growl, pulled out his wet member, and released himself freely. Naturally, the thick white fluid splattered all over Zuo Canglang's face.
He got up, twisted open her mouth, stuffed a vermilion pill inside, forcefully pinched her chin to make her swallow, turned around, straightened his clothes, and left.
He left without a trace, as if he had never been there.
Only Zuo Canglang, clutching a thin blanket, leaned against the headboard, her body slowly growing cold, the chill fading into an endless emptiness.
She relit the candle, staring at the light on the table, then closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
[The End]

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