Dirty Royal

"How is this possible?"

Water droplets churned in the spacious bathtub, where a naked man and woman were intertwined. Yet, there was no passionate intimacy as expected. Both remained motionless, their faces filled with disbelief.

Xiao Yi was already annoyed at having fallen for this enchantress's trick, but what neither of them expected was that the true energy that should have flowed from Xiao Yi's body instantly reversed direction. Ye Qiyu never imagined that her years of dedicated practice of absorbing vital energy would backfire so spectacularly. Instead, a suction force flowed from her body, continuously returning through the connection between her groin and penis.

After a moment of daze, Xiao Yi regained his senses. This feeling of escaping from a desperate situation was exactly the same as when he captured Nangong Mili in the Southern Frontier four years ago. "That's it, heaven has not forsaken me. I must have that divine technique to reverse the universe within me. Now, the cycle of absorbing and replenishing has reversed, and I am the one absorbing her essence." Xiao Yi gradually regained his composure, and his face immediately lit up with a smile. Looking at the little demon girl beneath him who had been so charming and alluring before, now looked terrified and helpless, Xiao Yi felt even more delighted: "Didn't you like me when I'm so pure and fierce? Why do you look like this now?" Ye Qiyu knew the bitterness in her heart. She lived her life on desire, but apart from the sect leader, she had always been the one controlling others. She had never been in such a situation where she could be manipulated. Although she was quite proud, she had no choice but to lower her head and beg for mercy at this moment:

"Your Highness, I know I was wrong, please let me go."

Xiao Yi smiled inwardly. This vixen was so cunning, how could he let her go? He immediately used his penis to gently nudge her tender orifice, deliberately saying, "It's not impossible for me to let you go." "Thank you, Your Highness." "

However, I haven't climaxed yet, so how can I pull it out? How about this, you take the initiative and let me climax sooner, so I can absorb less of your power, what do you think?" Xiao Yi's eyes flashed with cunning, and he chuckled inwardly, "Hmph, I almost fell for your trick today. If I don't drain you dry, I won't be able to quell my hatred." Ye Qi's heart sank when she saw him say this. Although she vaguely guessed that this prince might not keep his promise, she was now at his mercy. Her power was slowly draining away, and the penis between her legs seemed to be welded to iron and she couldn't pull it out no matter what. At this moment, she could only hope that he would keep his promise.

Clinging to a sliver of hope, Ye Qiyu immediately concealed her murderous aura, revealing once more her captivatingly shy smile. Xiao Yi smiled slightly, inwardly marveling at how many faces this woman possessed, how she could switch between them so naturally. But he was too lazy to think further. At this moment, with the warm, soft jade in his arms, her smooth, tender legs wrapped around his waist again, as if a force was pushing his penis inward. With a deep thrust from Xiao Yi, Ye Qiyu let out a soft "Oh," her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, kneading his shoulders, making Xiao Yi's thrusts even more comfortable.

When Xiao Qi was training Nangong Mili in the Southern Frontier, he mostly relied on his methods from his time in the palace. Nangong Mili, being a virgin, had no knowledge of such intimate techniques. Ye Qiyu, however, was no longer a delicate budding flower, but rather a wild lioness who had been thirsting for a long time. Her hands and feet moved in unison, perfectly leading Xiao Yi deeper and deeper. Her seductive moans and cries made Xiao Yi feel uncontrollably excited. Even though Xiao Yi tried his best to hold back from ejaculating, his dragon was no match for the demoness's methods. Before he had even penetrated a hundred times, he could no longer control himself. With a low roar, his seminal gate opened wide, and a thick stream of semen that had been sealed inside him for months gushed out, splashing deep into Ye Qiyu's flower core. The heat made Ye Qiyu let out a long sigh and finally calm down.

"Second Prince, please let me go..." After a moment of pleasure, Ye Qiyu's eyes became hazy again, and she even started to act coquettishly towards Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi, however, was not fooled. Although he regretted that their lovemaking had been too hasty, the woman before him was extremely cunning, so it was not appropriate to linger. He did not immediately withdraw his soft dragon root, but instead used the technique of absorbing and replenishing, as if he wanted to drain Ye Qiyu's cultivation completely.

"Ah? Second Prince, you..." Ye Qiyu was filled with hatred, but she still did not give up hope and kept begging for mercy: "Please, let me go, I will be your servant from now on..." Xiao Yi was unsteady and ignored her, but closed his eyes to feel the cultivation coming from below. But suddenly his mind was shaken, and he felt a series of memories surfacing in his mind. Xiao Yi looked at the scene in front of him and was lost in thought because of these memories.

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The Lu family of Jiangbei owns thousands of shops, restaurants, and brothels throughout the north. In the Ming Dynasty, they are truly wealthy beyond measure. However, what is utterly unexpected is that the Lu family was once an insignificant sword-making sect in the martial arts world. Their young and promising leader, Lu Xiaotian, used his sword-making skills to gain access to the imperial court, forging weapons for the border troops and thus becoming a royal merchant. Lu Xiaotian was truly a hero of his time; through his efforts, the Lu family rose to prominence, expanding their influence in various fields and achieving their current glory.

But the nine sons of the dragon are all different. Lu Xiaotian had three sons. His eldest son, Lu Guanxiong, was quite like his father, gentle and refined. Although he was not very talented, he was a good head of the family. His second son, Lu Guanchong, was intelligent, but he loved to practice martial arts since childhood and was not good at managing things. Therefore, he followed his father to learn martial arts from a young age. After he grew up, he was sent to the palace to serve. Although these two sons were not outstanding, they were worthy of the Lu family name. But the third son, Lu Guanming, was uneducated and idle since childhood. He spent his years indulging in prostitution. Before he was married, he got someone pregnant, which resulted in the birth of Lu Qiyu, the third young lady of the Lu family.

That year, Lu Qiyu was twelve years old. On a stormy night, her father, Lu Guanming, who was drunk, burst into the room and almost frantically grabbed her and held her by the bedside. Ignoring her cries, he tore off her clothes piece by piece. She didn't know what was going to happen, only that her usually fierce father was even more violent than before. For some reason, a tearing pain suddenly came from between her legs. Lu Qiyu twisted her body frantically, crying and screaming, pushing out with her weak little hands and kicking with her small feet that were pinned down...

But it was all in vain. The pain in her groin continued. She was in so much pain that she was almost fainting, but her father still didn't stop. Fueled by alcohol, he continued to do that beastly thing.

"What a tragedy!" A cry burst through the door. The frail, helpless mother rushed into the room, screaming, and tried to pull her father up from the bedside. But before she could react, her father slapped her across the face, sending her flying against the bedpost with a loud thud, blood gushing out. Lu Qiyu stood there, stunned, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. His father, also shaken, awoke and got out of bed to check on his mother's injuries. Taking advantage of this moment, Lu Qiyu grabbed a pair of scissors from the table at the foot of the bed and... She stabbed at her father... The news that her parents had died from accidental injury while drunk spread throughout the Lu family. Few people mourned for them, and few investigated the true cause of their deaths. It was decided by the head of the family and the second master. After inspecting the scene, Lu Guanxiong and Lu Guanchong glanced at Lu Qiyu, who was crying her eyes out, and then looked at each other before suppressing the scandal. From then on, Lu Qiyu became the only third young lady of the Lu family. It was from that moment that Lu Qiyu felt a little bit of a family in the Lu family.

But things didn't end there. Ever since that night when she was raped by her biological father, she had been plagued by nightmares. Every time she closed her eyes, his terrifying face, reeking of alcohol, would appear before her, and the tearing pain in her vagina would linger in her heart. This invisible pressure was suffocating her. She resisted constantly, cried out incessantly, and even punched and kicked in her sleep, but to no avail. Until one day, she inexplicably reached her hand into her vagina. She felt it hurt too much and wanted to soothe the wound with her hand. But when her hand touched her vagina slightly, she felt an unprecedented pleasure. Gradually, her hand went deeper and deeper, and she couldn't bear to pull it back. Gradually, she began to move rhythmically. As a wave of pleasure that made her lose her soul spread throughout her body, a lot of white fluid flowed from her lower body. She was a little frightened, but she didn't dare to tell anyone.

The masturbation continued for several years. As she grew older, she naturally understood more and more what she was doing. She had regrets, feeling how wanton she was, but she could no longer control herself. When the nightmare struck, if she didn't insert her little hand into her vagina, she felt that even breathing was difficult. In the end, she succumbed.

This continued until she was fifteen years old. An old man in a black robe quietly sneaked into her room. He told her that she was the chosen lustful woman of the Manichaeism, a protector who lived for lust. She didn't believe it, but Ye Shifang had no intention of explaining it to her. Faced with absolute power, Lu Qiyu naturally accepted the old man's so-called "inheritance". From then on, she became "Ye Qiyu", and the old man became her master, her leader, her master.

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"What a pitiful little thing..." Xiao Yi came back to his senses, his mind having gone through Lu Qiyu's entire life. At this moment, he had changed his mind.

Xiao Yi, surprisingly, withdrew his limp penis on his own, leaning back comfortably, sitting opposite Ye Qiyu in the spacious bathtub. Ye Qiyu was filled with disbelief, wondering why Xiao Yi had suddenly shown mercy and spared her. "Could it be that he was truly bewitched by my beauty?" "I want you to acknowledge me as your master," Xiao Yi said bluntly, his words startling.

"Acknowledge him as your master?" This request seemed reasonable, but Ye Qiyu had just used her methods; why should Xiao Yi trust her?

"Four years ago, I was stranded in the southern borderlands. A retainer of the Lu family traveled a great distance to rescue me. Although he failed, he was still my benefactor." Xiao Yi considered the relationship between Lu Qiyu and Lu Guanchong, and continued,

"Since you are a member of the Lu family, I naturally won't kill you."

"My second uncle?" Lu Qiyu immediately asked upon hearing this.

"The rescue plan was eventually discovered. He and the other six members of the Lu family fought against the Southern Frontier Goddess, but they were no match for her." Xiao Yi recalled the battle. At that time, he had no cultivation and could not see through the tricks. Now, when he thought of it, he felt that the battle was vividly displayed in his mind. The seven of them each wielded a divine weapon and relied on their own formation to fight against Nangong Mili. Nangong Mili's signature Red Sleeve Dance was actually broken by this formation. However, the Southern Frontier Goddess did not rely on this one technique. She did not use Red Sleeve Dance, Gu magic, or weapons. She relied on her speed to enter their formation like a meteor. Like an eagle attacking a small insect, she killed one with one palm, leaving no survivors. At this thought, Xiao Yi suddenly curled his lips into a smile. "Hmph, no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you've ultimately become my slave. I've fucked you alive for three years in the Southern Frontier, using every position and every place you've been fucked. You've uttered every filthy word in front of me. Hehe, since I'm not dead, I'll definitely fuck this goddess Nangong again someday."

Upon hearing the news of her second uncle's death, Lu Qiyu was overcome with grief. When the Guifang forces breached the city, she was busy capturing the Ming emperor and others, and thus neglected to send a message home. The Guifang Tartars were unaware that the Lu family had already surrendered to the Manichaeism. Due to the language barrier and poor communication, the Guifang people, already ruthless and bloodthirsty, showed no mercy. In the end, her family of over a hundred people all perished under the Guifang Tartars' blades. For this, she nearly stormed into the camp and killed the Guifang Khan, but was ultimately stopped by the sect leader. She had intended not to mention the matter again, but upon hearing of her second uncle's death, she immediately felt truly alone. Recently, the Ten Directions Sect Leader's aura had vanished, and she and her fifth sister, now free from restraint, had decided to head south to seek revenge against the traitor Wu Yue. Now, hearing Xiao Yi mention acknowledging her as his master, her heart began to waver.

"I survived a great calamity, blessed by Heaven with this world-changing skill. Now I aspire to rule the world and am in dire need of capable men. If you follow me, I promise you the chance to revive the Lu family." "Revive the Lu family?" Xiao Yi's temptation, drawn from her memories, was naturally hitting the nail on the head. Lu Qiyu's eyes gradually became hazy. Xiao Yi seized the opportunity, pulling her close and gently pinching her buttocks, snapping her out of her reverie. Xiao Yi chuckled softly, "Besides, I've fallen for a woman as alluring as you. Making love with me is surely better than that old Manichaean bastard, isn't it?" "You…" Lu Qiyu was overwhelmed by his teasing, even though… Despite his long experience with desire, he couldn't help but blush. After much deliberation, he finally whispered, "Your Highness, may I consider this?" "Alright..." Xiao Yi knew that the harder something was to obtain, the more valuable it was. If he could win over this woman, he would have a better chance of fighting against Yanbo Tower in the future. He smiled and said, "Then you should rest well. I'm going to meet my old lover."

Xiao Qi got up from the tub, his body still damp with water droplets. He quickly dried himself with a towel and then walked impatiently toward the woman he hadn't seen for four years. When he reached He Ruoxue's side, Xiao Yi couldn't help but think, "Since I can use Lu Qiyu's cultivation technique to absorb her memories and cultivation, what about He Ruoxue, who is also a protector?"

Xiao Qi nodded slightly, and acted immediately. This time, he showed no mercy, ignoring He Ruoxue's hateful gaze and constant cursing, determined not to break the spell. Only when he tore off He Ruoxue's black trousers and thrust his spear into that familiar yet unfamiliar jade orifice did Xiao Yi feel a sense of relief. Sure enough, Lu Qiyu's technique of absorbing essence was truly effective; with just a slight application, Xiao Yi felt an intense hatred surge into his mind.

"Your Highness..." Suddenly, Xiao Yi, immersed in He Ruoxue's memories, heard a soft call. He Ruoxue, who had been cursing incessantly, had been silent for a long time, but now she called out, her voice gentle and calm, devoid of any hatred.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi murmured, somewhat puzzled.

"Your Highness, I... I remember." Tears welled up in He Ruoxue's eyes, completely unlike the cold-blooded Protector Ye Lihen who wielded a single sword. At this moment, she resembled the gentle woman she was four years ago in the palace, which greatly surprised Xiao Yi.

"Your Highness, it was my fault. I was bewitched by Wu Yue. Later, later..." Recalling what had happened afterward, He Ruoxue's eyes widened even more. She gradually remembered being pinned down and repeatedly raped by Ye Shifang, gradually remembered being ganged up on and violated by her so-called "senior brothers" like Tanlang and Cangsheng, gradually remembered her aiding and abetting evil by personally breaking down the gates of Yanmen Pass: "I... I..." Xiao Yi couldn't discern her sincerity, but relying on his divine sense, he only felt that He Ruoxue's cultivation remained unchanged, but... The hatred in her heart was completely transferred into her body. "Could it be that it's caused by my Reversal of Fortune technique again?" Xiao Yi thought to himself. With a wave of his hand, he removed the mind-stabilizing Gu from her. He Ruoxue immediately threw herself into Xiao Yi's arms, crying like a child, calling out, "Your Highness, it's so good that you can come back." He Ruoxue had experienced many hardships, but in the end, she still felt that the time she spent in the Second Prince's mansion was truly carefree. Now that she saw that Xiao Yi was still alive, she dared not have any other improper thoughts.

"Hmph, so you've been having an affair with Wu Yue all along." Thinking of how this woman had cuckolded him four years ago, Xiao Yi's anger flared. He couldn't help but slap He Ruoxue's buttocks, causing a burning pain. He Ruoxue dared not argue, only whispering, "Ruoxue knows she was wrong."

"Your subordinate greets Master!" Lu Qiyu, who had been in the bathtub, had somehow emerged. Seeing that Xiao Yi had managed to dispel Ye Lihen's hatred in one fell swoop, she thought, "Could this person truly be favored by Heaven?" Without hesitation, she slowly knelt on the ground and bowed to Xiao Yi.

"Good, good!" Xiao Yi was overjoyed to see her like this and exclaimed "Good!" twice.

"Your subordinate greets Master!" Seeing Xiao Yi's delight, He Ruoxue also imitated Lu Qiyu, kneeling on the bed and bowing to Xiao Yi.

"Haha, good, good, good!" Xiao Yi was overjoyed. The two women were still skilled, and they had been training in the Manichaeism for many years. Assassination and infiltration were commonplace for them. With the two of them, his revenge plan would be more certain. Moreover, the two women each had their own charm. If… Xiao Yi was now unrestrained and naturally acted on his thoughts. He immediately laughed and said, "Since you have acknowledged me as your master, why don't you come and serve me together!" "Yes, Master!" Lu Qiyu responded charmingly, gracefully got up, and walked towards the bed with light and elegant steps. Although He Ruoxue was still somewhat unwell, she had witnessed Xiao Yi's absurd and unruly nature four years ago in the prince's residence. Now, she had no reason to resist. She immediately took off her upper garments and moved closer to Xiao Yi…

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The gates of Yanbo Mansion were heavily guarded. It was unclear when, but many royal guards had appeared in Yanbo Tower. Wu Yue straightened his clothes and walked towards the guard at the gate: "My name is Wu Yue. Is His Majesty here?" After the morning court session, Wu Yue had intended to inform Xiao Qi about Xiao Yi's situation, but he hadn't expected Xiao Qi to come straight to Yanbo Tower after the session, seemingly in a hurry.

"His Majesty has decreed that he will not see anyone!" The guard didn't recognize Wu Yue and, seeing that Wu Yue was young and didn't seem like an old minister, replied coldly.

Although Wu Yue was angry, he couldn't show it. However, he gradually became suspicious. Could something have happened at Yanbo Tower? Although he was threatened by Xiao Yi and temporarily placed in his residence, he still felt uneasy. He was now a rising star in the Southern Ming Dynasty. With his grandfather and uncle supporting him, his future was limitless. Moreover, the Southern Ming Dynasty was currently at its peak. In the Battle of Nanjing, they had defeated the Gui Fang. General Jingxue had even personally captured the new Gui Fang leader, Wanyan Zheng. Now, General Han Xian had led his army north, and their return to the Central Plains was just around the corner. Since he had already clung to the Southern Ming Dynasty and Yanbo Tower, he was naturally unwilling to let go. Wu Yue was completely convinced of the power of this Grand Chancellor, this extraordinary woman from Yanbo Tower. Her orders in government and military affairs were always carried out and effective. In just over a month since the rise of the Southern Ming, the Southern Ming had already secured Jiangnan. Now, she had decisively defeated the Guifang cavalry and crossed the river from Shouchun to Huainan. Perhaps in less than a year, she would turn the tide of the war.

"Hey, isn't this Lord Wu?" Wu Yue was pondering the most extraordinary woman in the world when he suddenly heard a familiar voice. Looking up, he saw Pang Qing, the commander of the Imperial Guards who had been by Xiao Qi's side for many years. Pang Qing was a prominent figure in the Southern Ming Dynasty, having escaped from Yanjing with His Majesty. He was expected to have a bright future. Wu Yue had met him before, and upon seeing him again, his eyes lit up. He strode towards Pang Qing and said, "General Pang, is His Majesty here?"

"Well, His Majesty is here studying with Miss Mu Zhu." Pang Qing paused slightly, but Wu Yue could tell that what he said was not true. Xiao Qi used to come to Yanbo Mansion to study every day, but he was never in such a hurry. He didn't even have time to attend the morning court. The sudden appearance of so many guards in the usually quiet Yanbo Mansion clearly indicated that something had happened.

"Lord Pang, may I speak with you in private?"

Pang Qing followed Wu Yue into the Wu residence, where Wu Yue immediately treated him with the utmost courtesy. After a few pleasantries, Wu Yue went straight to the point: "General Pang, I haven't seen the Inner Chancellor at court for quite some time. It's said she went to Japan, but I wonder if she's returned yet." Pang Qing took a sip of the fragrant tea in Wu Yue's residence, glanced towards the door to make sure no servants were nearby, and then whispered in Wu Yue's ear: "To be honest, Brother Wu, I suspect something must have happened at Yanbo Tower."

"Oh? Something happened? What do you mean?" Wu Yue hadn't expected him to be so blunt.

"Ah, I was just guessing. I've noticed His Majesty's complexion has been poor these past few days. He used to come to study only in the afternoon, but these past few days he's been very anxious. Moreover, it's said that Miss Suyue has already left Nanjing, and General Jingxue hasn't personally led the troops north, only sending Han Xian..."

"Hiss..." Wu Yue hissed softly, but feigned fear, saying, "Could it be that the Grand Chancellor...?" "Who knows? Perhaps it's just that she's been pregnant for a few days, haha..." Pang Qing joked, easing the tense atmosphere between the two. If the Grand Chancellor had indeed met with misfortune, it would be a fatal blow to the newly rising Southern Ming.

Wu Yue originally intended to report the news about Xiao Yi truthfully, believing that Yanbo Tower could cure him of the "Heart-Eating Gu" poison. However, if something happened to Mu Zhu, things would be different. Wu Yue was unsure of what to do. After chatting and laughing with Pang Qing for a few moments, he saw him out of the mansion. Looking at the heavily guarded Yanbo Mansion, Wu Yue had an idea: Regardless of whether the news was true or false, I should tell Xiao Yi the news and let him handle it. Then we can act according to the situation. That would be the best course of action.

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In the Yanbo Mansion, Jingxue stood before the sand table, practicing military tactics with Xiao Qi. Since Yanbo Tower took in this disciple, they had all imparted their knowledge to her. Although Muzhu was in danger, Jingxue could only help her practice her internal energy once a day, spending the rest of her time in this room. Now that Xiao Qi had arrived, she could use the sand table to relieve her boredom.

"Sister Xue, Teacher Suyue has been gone for four or five days. I wonder if she has arrived yet?" Of the teachers at Yanbo Tower, only Jingxue disliked formalities and didn't like addressing each other as "master and disciple." Therefore, Xiao Qi always called her "sister" in front of her.

Upon hearing this, Jingxue paused slightly, then left the sand table and turned to look at a huge map on the wall behind her. It was a map of the Ming Dynasty, drawn by the young lady based on her own travels. It not only included the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty, but also clearly marked the surrounding areas: "I have heard that Li Xiaoguang has established himself as the 'former crown prince' in Jiangbei, and the Manichaean followers from all over the world have gathered to respond. They have wiped out the remaining forces of the Guifang in Jiangbei in one fell swoop. Now he has advanced into Yanbei, and it seems that he will no longer linger in Shaanxi with the Southern Frontier. If I am not mistaken, the Southern Frontier army should have already withdrawn to Sichuan."

"Hmph, what is this 'Li Xiaoguang' anyway, daring to declare himself emperor?" Xiao Qi was somewhat indignant at the mention of the name "Li Xiaoguang." This man actually claimed to be the "Crown Prince of the Former Dynasty." Although he also shared the surname Li, Xiao Qi, who was well-versed in history, knew that when the former dynasty fell, its descendants had already been slaughtered, so there could be no remnants. This fellow was probably just looking for an excuse.

"With Ye Bahuang backing him up, he naturally has nothing to fear. This Manichaeism has been lying low for many years, with followers all over the world. Once it rises, it can truly be said that 'the masses gather in response.' In addition, Jiangbei has been suffering terribly under the rule of the Gui Fang these days. Now that our Southern Ming has not been able to arrive in time, it is only natural that it has fallen into the hands of Li Xiaoguang." "Once Teacher recovers, I will definitely go into battle with Sister Xue and personally kill these Manichaeism demons who are wreaking havoc on the world!" As Xiao Qi grew older, he had been diligently studying battle formations with Jing Xue these days, and had inevitably been tainted by the ferocity of the battlefield.

Jingxue smiled gently, a rare occurrence for her: "If you went to the battlefield, wouldn't the ministers in the court be thrown into chaos?"

"With Teacher here, how could that be!" Xiao Qi replied matter-of-factly, but then he remembered that Mu Zhu was still lying unconscious on the embroidered couch, and his heart sank: "Teacher, she will wake up, won't she?" Jingxue shook her head slightly: "Although Miss is skilled in divination, I have never believed in it, and I would never presume to know the unknown." "

But, she is still Teacher, she, she..." Xiao Qi choked up as he spoke. The reason why Nanming was able to revive in Jiangnan and defeat the Guifang was because of Teacher: "She can't die!" "Everyone dies eventually. If Miss really leaves, what can you do?" Jingxue's expression was indifferent, but her words were startling.

"I, I..." Xiao Qi was at a loss for words.

"You are the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, your life is tied to the safety of all people. How can you be so devastated because of one young lady?" Xiao Qi felt a pang of shame upon hearing this, but gazing at his teacher's dark purple face on the embroidered couch, and recalling her exquisitely beautiful countenance these past few days, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "But... but I still don't want to believe it." "Nangong Mili may have a way to save her, but I, Jingxue, must teach you: don't be obsessed with anything. Live life to the fullest and have no regrets!"

"To the best of one's ability without regret?" Xiao Yi slowly pondered these four words, as if they held a deeper meaning. Suddenly, he raised his head and asked Jingxue, "If something were to happen to Miss Zhen, what would you do, Sister Xue?" "Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death against whom?"

"Cang Sheng Du, Ye Bahuang, and even Li Xiaoguang—all of Miss's enemies in life, I will fight to the death!" Jingxue's eyes gradually turned cold, as if she had returned to the battlefield filled with the sounds of battle. Xiao Qi seemed to have seen this look before. Yes, at the foot of Zijin Mountain, he had seen the eyes of the "Blood Drinker" army, exactly the same as Jingxue's now. "No wonder she can command that devilish 'Blood Drinker'."

Just as the two were silent, a soldier hurriedly walked in, bowed to Xiao Qi, but then glanced at Jingxue, as if he had something to report.

"Speak, there's no need to hide anything from your teacher," Xiao Qi quickly instructed upon seeing his posture.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the two at 'Qingxin Nunnery' have fallen ill again. Miss Xiang and Miss Xiangluo are struggling to cope, so they sent me to report to Your Majesty."

Xiao Qi suddenly fell silent, unsure how to respond. "Qingxin Nunnery" was there to house his sister and mother, who were controlled by "Chiquan Pill." Tuoba Xiangluo was also staying there to recuperate. They had planned to wait for their teacher to return from Japan to see if they could find a cure, but unexpectedly, their teacher was injured, leaving them in a difficult situation.

Jingxue shook her head slightly. She and Suyue, though not skilled in this area, were also helpless against "Chiquan Pill." Hearing this news, she could only say, "Go, and don't forget the four words I just taught you—'Do your best without regret.'"

Xiao Qi nodded and led the palace servants towards the gate.

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Xiao Qi traveled swiftly, but his heart was filled with unease. Since his teacher had helped him rescue his mother and two sisters during the Battle of Nanjing, he had been overjoyed. However, he hadn't expected that his mother and elder sister would be poisoned by the Manichaean sorcerer, with only Xiang Luo escaping unscathed. Unfortunately, Xiang Luo and he had a misunderstanding regarding his father, Emperor Xiao Ye, which made Xiao Qi unsure how to deal with her. Although Xiang Luo was rescued, she felt completely unfamiliar with the Southern Dynasty, so she decided to stay at the "Qingxin Nunnery" with Xiao Nian and Consort Li to recuperate. This royal scandal was best kept private, so Xiao Qi only ordered palace servants to wait outside the nunnery. Now it seemed that even Xiang Luo couldn't control the situation, and one could only imagine how appalling the scene inside must be.

"You all wait outside the nunnery. I will go alone." Xiao Qi gave the order, and no one dared to disobey and step forward.

Xiao Qi entered the nunnery, but there was no one in the hall. However, he could vaguely hear seductive music coming from the room. He was very familiar with the voices. They were those of his beloved mother and his elder sister, Xiao Nian.

"I want it, ahh, I want it..." Following the shameful sounds, Xiao Qi paused slightly. Although both women were currently afflicted with aphrodisiacs, they were still women. If he were to barge in now, and if they were unclothed, wouldn't he become a beastly incestuous scoundrel? Xiao Qi walked to the door and softly called out, "Xiang Luo?"

"Your Majesty..." Tuoba Xiang Luo was about to call him by his name, but then realized the difference in their status and immediately stopped herself. "You've finally arrived."

Seeing her hurried voice, Xiao Qi, clearly anxious, quickly asked, "How are they now?"

"Hmm, this time it's quite severe, and I'm having trouble managing them all by myself," Xiang Luo gradually regained her composure.

"Your Majesty, could you please fetch me some cold water?"

"Ah? Okay." Xiao Qi was slightly taken aback. Although he didn't know the reason, he understood that Xiang Luo had spent a long time with them and would naturally know how to handle things. He quickly ran out of the temple and ordered the servants to fetch water.

After the servants brought the cold water, Xiao Qi turned and ran back into the temple. He gently called out by the door, "Xiang Luo, the water is here."

"Your Majesty, please leave it at the door. It would be best to fetch some more."

"Okay." Xiao Qi didn't ask any more questions and turned back to fetch water. When he returned, he found that the water at the door was gone, obviously Xiang Luo had taken it inside.

"Your Majesty, I... I'm so sorry to trouble you, again, again, ah~ fetch some more..." This time, Xiang Luo's voice gradually became a little incoherent, and she didn't know what had happened inside.

"Okay!" Although he was tired from going back and forth, Xiao Qi felt a little better. He felt really guilty towards the three people in the room, and he was naturally more than happy to do something for them now.

"Ahhh... Ah~ Ah..." After Xiao Qi's seventh round trip, he finally heard a near-screaming groan coming from inside the room. This sound was truly unique, as if the three women inside were all exhausted. Upon hearing this seductive, high-pitched voice of a young woman, Xiao Qi felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen for the first time in his life. His handsome and delicate face turned extremely red, whether from the exhaustion of the journey or from the alluring sound, he didn't know. Xiao Qi stopped at the door, but this time he didn't receive any instructions from Xiang Luo, so he stood obediently outside the door.

"I wonder what's going on inside?" Xiao Qi waited for a long time, but after that high-pitched groan, there was no sound from inside the room. Xiao Qi's heart tightened, and just as he was wondering whether he should ask, he heard the door creak open. Xiao Qi looked up and saw Tuoba Xiang Luo walking out in a dark green palace robe.

"Xiangluo greets Your Majesty." Tuoba Xiangluo greeted Xiao Qi with an awkward Han greeting.

Xiangluo usually only wore Hu clothing, but this was the first time she had worn Han Chinese attire, which made Xiao Qi take a few more glances. Xiao Qi's heart stirred, and he felt that there was a slight sense of unfamiliarity with the woman in front of him. A year ago, he personally went to the Qingdu Royal Court in the northern desert and rescued her from the hands of the Guifang people. In Xiao Qi's mind, Tuoba Xiangluo had always been that clear-eyed, innocent and romantic Xiongnu girl in white, the girl of his dreams with whom he had made a three-year promise at the Yanjing post station. But the Xiangluo in front of him had matured a lot after experiencing the humiliation of the Guifang people and his father. Her eyes were no longer as clear and moving, but there was a gorgeous charm between her brows. At this moment, her hairpins were disheveled and her face was flushed. He didn't know if she had participated in the absurd affair between his elder sister and his mother, but he didn't want to ask too much.

"Your Majesty?" Xiangluo remained kneeling on the ground, unaware of Xiao Qi's thoughts. Knowing she couldn't rise without his permission, she spoke again to remind him.

"Ah, get up quickly." Xiao Qi snapped out of his reverie and hurriedly helped Xiangluo up. As he helped her up, he lightly touched her delicate white hands and noticed a damp patch. Curious, he asked,

"Xiangluo, did you bathe them?"

"This?" Xiangluo recoiled as if electrocuted. Unsure how to answer, she stammered, "Yes, yes, they were poisoned. I... I wiped their bodies, and they... they're fine now."

"I see!" Xiao Qi nodded slightly, but didn't think much of it. Xiang Luo quickly ran back to the room and fetched a basin of clean water. She took Xiao Qi's hand and stretched it inside, saying, "Your Majesty, my hands aren't very clean. Let me wash them for you." "Ah?" Xiao Qi didn't understand why Xiang Luo said his hands weren't clean, but he felt a slippery sensation in his hands, so he let Xiang Luo do as she pleased. Seeing Xiang Luo earnestly wiping his hands, Xiao Qi took a deep breath and slowly said, "Xiang Luo, I know about Father's affairs. I... I'm sorry." Xiang Luo didn't stop her actions. She smiled faintly, "Your Majesty saved me from danger twice; you are my great benefactor. Let's not dwell on the past. In this chaotic world, I'm like a drifting duckweed. Now, I only want to stay peacefully by Sister Nian's and the Imperial Concubine's side. I have no other improper thoughts." "But?" Xiao Qi sensed the distance in Xiang Luo's words, but... Not knowing how to resolve the situation, upon hearing her mention her elder sister and mother, he solemnly said, "I will definitely find a way to heal them." "Yes, I believe in Your Majesty. After they are healed, Xiangluo will stay at Qingxin Nunnery, willing to shave her head and become a nun, to pray for the innocent people who died in this war."

Xiao Qi was speechless for a moment. Xiangluo had grown up; her once innocent eyes were now filled with determination, just like the look in her eyes when she risked her life to bite Wanyan Zheng into a cripple in front of a vast army. Xiao Qi knew that, at least for now, he couldn't persuade her.

"Is Wanyan Zheng dead?" Tuoba Xiangluo suddenly asked.

"Tomorrow at noon, at Caishikou in Nanjing, I will personally execute him!" Boundless hatred also surged in Xiao Qi's mind.

"Alright!" Tuoba Xiangluo nodded slightly, then bowed to Xiao Qi. "If there's nothing else, I'll go in and look after them. They really can't be left unattended right now."

"Very well, if there's any further trouble, just have a palace servant summon me. You may leave."

[The End]

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