Emperor of a Fallen Kingdom

The autumn wind howled, the weather gradually turned cold, vegetation withered, and fallen leaves, like countless colorful butterflies, danced brilliantly in the crisp September air, swept by the autumn wind. These fallen leaves, like the state of the Great Chen, were once the vibrant reds and greens of summer, a time of warbling birds and dancing butterflies, but with the northward arrival of the cold front, their beauty was about to vanish in an instant. The heavy clatter of hooves pounded the land outside Yanzhou, a major northern town of Chen. Gleaming chainmail, gleaming armor, and mountain-patterned armor, fluttering banners, and the arrogant Hun cavalry. A few startled crows, preparing to flee from their branches, suddenly faltered, like stones thrown high into the air but unable to escape gravity, crashing to the ground with muffled thuds, their necks broken, dying a painful death. Truly: The killing intent emanating from the army is such that even birds cannot fly past.
Five days after capturing Huazhou, the Xiongnu cavalry rested briefly, replenished their supplies and the slaves they had captured from the Chen state, and immediately set out to attack their next target, Yanzhou. This Xiongnu cavalry force was small, consisting of only three cavalry units and three thousand men. The commander was a deputy general named Hulaier, along with a Han Chinese advisor and several centurions. The garrison commander of Yanzhou was Zhao Houren. He had sent several urgent military reports to the court when the Xiongnu cavalry attacked Huazhou, and had ordered the garrisons of the surrounding cities and counties to retreat to the city and concentrate their forces for defense. Currently, he commanded a total of over twenty-two thousand men, a considerable force for a strategically important city. However, the Chen army had not fought a war for nearly fifty years; their camps were neglected, training was infrequent, and officers at all levels were unfamiliar with military affairs and knew nothing about warfare. Moreover, Chen was a state that valued literature over military prowess. Located in the prosperous Jiangnan region, where most families were well-fed and comfortable, its people were generally refined and cultured, lacking the fierce and impetuous nature of the Xiongnu. Therefore, the Chen army's fighting strength was extremely low. Upon receiving news that the Xiongnu cavalry was approaching the city, the Chen army immediately fell into chaos. The infantrymen's hands trembled as they held their swords and spears; some cavalrymen, due to a lack of training, couldn't even mount their horses; some soldiers, overwhelmed with fear, squatted on the ground and wept. Zhao Houren sighed repeatedly as he looked at the chaotic army around him, loudly ordering his lieutenants to forcibly organize the soldiers into scattered formations, barely managing to form a battle array outside the city. This so-called battle array was in reality a vast swathe of Chen soldiers, disorganized, with helmets askew and armor askew, morale shattered, and utterly devoid of any semblance of formation.
At this moment, the Xiongnu cavalry swept in like a black storm from the distant horizon. "Fire! Fire! Fire crossbows! Fire crossbows!!" A cacophony of panicked shouts erupted from the army ranks. The Xiongnu cavalry hadn't even entered the crossbow's range, and the panicked Chen army was firing arrows and crossbows haphazardly. These arrows did absolutely no damage to the Xiongnu army. Occasionally, a few stray arrows would hit the Xiongnu cavalry's ranks, but the weak force of the archers caused them to bounce far away from the superior armor of the Xiongnu cavalry. After three volleys of crossbow fire, the Xiongnu cavalry hadn't even reached within two hundred paces of the Chen army's main formation, and the spearmen and swordsmen at the front of the formation, responsible for covering the archers, were already terrified by the Xiongnu's overwhelming momentum and began to retreat. The initial rout triggered a terrible chain reaction. The fleeing soldiers, disregarding everything, immediately disrupted the already disorganized central army, which also began to panic and retreat. Thus, within half an hour of the battle's start, the entire Chen army was in disarray. Officers, unable to control their men, began to flee for their lives. Simultaneously, a Xiongnu cavalry force, concealed behind a hill outside the city, took advantage of the chaos and attacked the city gates from behind the Chen army's lines. Most of the Chen troops inside had already gone out to fight in the open, leaving the city's defenses weak. Coupled with the rapid collapse of the Chen forces outside, the remaining defenders had no will to resist and couldn't even bother to support their allies outside. They scattered in panic, fleeing for their lives.
And so, tragedy struck: the bloodthirsty Xiongnu cavalry, like tigers hunting rabbits, charged into the retreating Chen army and began a frenzied slaughter. Mist of blood shot out continuously as heads were severed, chests and backs pierced, and screams of agony filled the air. A ten-man squad of Xiongnu cavalry slaughtered dozens of fleeing Chen soldiers. A dozen Chen soldiers, seeing no hope of escape, threw down their weapons, raised their hands, and knelt in surrender, begging for their lives. Several Xiongnu cavalrymen exchanged glances, muttered a few words, and suddenly raised their hooves, trampling the dozen or so Chen soldiers to death. The cracking sound of bones shattering was clearly audible even in the chaotic carnage. A fierce and ruthless Xiongnu officer, wielding an iron hammer, smashed the heads of dozens of Chen soldiers in succession. He was caught up in the killing frenzy, roaring and laughing wildly as he swung his hammer again, smashing a passing Chen cavalryman's head and horse together to pieces. Red and white liquid splattered onto his face, making his contorted expression even more ferocious and terrifying. Large numbers of defeated Chen soldiers attempted to retreat into the city via the drawbridge, but tragically, they were unaware that the city had already fallen. The Xiongnu troops on the city walls, using logs, ash bottles, hot oil, and crossbows prepared by the retreating defenders, indiscriminately fired upon the densely packed crowd below. The drawbridge was far too narrow for the chaotic flow of people; they were pushed and trampled, while the pursuing Xiongnu cavalry swarmed the Chen soldiers, hacking and slashing with swords and axes, shooting arrows and trampling them mercilessly. Soon, small mountains of corpses appeared around the drawbridge. Furthermore, entire groups of Chen soldiers, jostling and pushing, were chased by the Xiongnu cavalry and fell into the wide and deep moat. Slowly, the corpses of the Chen soldiers filled the moat, which was six zhang wide and two zhang deep, in many places completely filled with dead bodies. Zhao Houren, witnessing the horrific scene around him, was mentally broken. In less than an hour, his army of over ten thousand had completely collapsed. The Xiongnu soldiers were bloodthirsty, murderous demons. His helmet had long since fallen off and was nowhere to be seen. With his hair disheveled, he rode aimlessly through the chaotic crowd, his expression numb and dazed. Suddenly, a Xiongnu cavalryman darted past him, a spiked mace extended, and its wielder swung it with practiced ease! With a muffled "bang," Zhao Houren's head was smashed into a cloud of flesh and blood. "Damn it! Even Chen's generals are killed so easily!" the Xiongnu knight muttered to himself, clearly feeling that his victory had come too easily and a sense of unfulfilled desire. Another knight laughed and said to him, "Indeed, killing Chen soldiers is easier than slaughtering lambs!" Strings of Chen prisoners were led to the moat, where they were beheaded in rows. Faced with such a ferocious and powerful enemy, the Chen army was utterly terrified. No one dared to resist, not even the courage to flee; only wails and screams filled the air.
By the time the slaughter ended, the sun was almost completely below the horizon. In this battle, all 22,000 Chen soldiers were annihilated; except for one hundred who were taken as slaves, not a single one survived. The Xiongnu cavalry, on the other hand, lost fewer than two hundred men. Hulai'er, mounted on his horse, slowly said to Zanhua and several lieutenants beside him, "Compared to the weak and vulnerable Chen army, it seems the Great Chanyu's original plan should be changed. Our objective this time should not just be to intimidate Chen and prevent it from reinforcing its neighbor, but to continue south and achieve as many victories as possible." The lieutenants and Zanhua around him all agreed, and the group took out a sheepskin map to discuss the specific details. Half an hour later, several guerrilla cavalrymen immediately set off to report the battle situation to the main Xiongnu army at an urgent speed of eight hundred li. In the "Spring Night Palace" of Later Chen, the Chen emperor leaned on a comfortable and warm soft couch, while three beautiful women danced gracefully in the center of the hall. The beautiful women were heavily made up, wearing tall, ornate gold crowns with floral patterns on their heads. Their upper bodies were bare, covered only by thin, flesh-colored silk skirts from the hips down. Their three round, white, gourd-like buttocks swayed gracefully to the rhythm of the music. The friction between their buttocks and labia, with each dance step, seemed to threaten to release sticky, lustful fluids. From afar, their dance was lewd and seductive, their bodies half-naked, half-undressed—a truly captivating sight. Among the three beauties, the most stunning and alluring was the newly arrived beauty, Cheng Wuse. The "Spring Night Palace" was a newly built palace, constructed at great expense. Not to mention, the entire palace floor was paved with gold bricks, and the dome was adorned with various pearls—these two items alone must have cost an immeasurable amount of silver.
Emperor Chen, having spent his days and nights indulging in debauchery with Chan Ji, Wuse, and four close dancing maids, had not attended court or left the "Spring Night Palace" for half a month. After a dance, the three beautiful women, drenched in fragrant sweat and slightly panting, bowed slightly to Emperor Chen on the soft couch, saying sweetly, "Thank you for watching the dance, Your Majesty." Emperor Chen clapped his hands and laughed, "What alluring beauties, what graceful dance! If they dance any longer, they'll probably be stepping on pools of fragrant, sticky flower water." He rose to help the three women, but before he was even halfway up, his legs suddenly gave way, and he slumped back onto the couch. Wuse, startled, quickly moved her large, alluring buttocks and rushed forward to support the emperor. "Lian'er, Fei'er, quick, give His Majesty his medicine!" The two women immediately massaged Emperor Chen's body gently while bringing a white jade medicine cup and handing a tonic soup to Wuse. Wuse carefully took the medicine cup, holding the almost transparent celadon spoon. She lifted her thin silk skirt, raising her beautiful legs clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings, and placed her smooth, soft, and elastic thighs between Emperor Chen's legs, slowly rubbing them. Her legs were spread wide, and the pubic mound between them, which the emperor considered a national treasure, writhed and swelled incessantly, exuding a mingled fragrance of sensuality and allure, rubbing wildly against his crotch. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please take the medicine quickly, don't burn yourself," Wuse said, gently blowing on the slightly hot medicine as she seductively twisted her lower body, feeding it to the emperor. Emperor Chen slowly swallowed the medicine, his throat making a slurping sound. His body, pressed against the soft couch by the beauty, was already a mass of flesh. The rich, intoxicating fragrance of Wuse's body, her soft, burning heat, and her exquisite curves, all emanated from her through the dragon robe, reaching his body, which was only shaped by the word "affection." Two large, high breasts, their flesh and fluids enveloped by smooth, snow-white skin, swayed before his eyes. With each breath, he could smell the rich scent of flesh and milk. The high, protruding mound between her colorless legs pressed tightly against his genitals, rubbing against his penis with her slight movements, like a suction cup releasing energy, slowly heating his blood, quickening his breathing, and causing his penis to gradually rise and harden, slowly pressing against the beauty's thighs. Although he knew his body was currently weak and he should not indulge in sexual activity, at this moment, there was no thought of refusal in his mind. This alluring, irresistible fire could only ignite the flames of desire again and again. A strange desire slowly surged from within him.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty. I want your big cock again, mmm, I want it again. Not a moment longer, my lower body is so itchy." Wuse threw the empty medicine cup onto the carpet. One hand manipulated Emperor Chen's already erect and thick penis, while the woman writhed her almost naked body and moaned lasciviously. "What a debauched emperor of Chen! He's all about being a womanizer and a licentious tyrant. I love emperors like you, the kind who are all about love, sex, and romance. Hehe." After finishing the aphrodisiac, Emperor Chen felt his desire burning even more intensely and uncontrollably. "You vixen, you're so greedy. I'll give you... I'll give you as much as you want, okay? I'll have you six times a day, every time I'll be in ecstasy. My national treasure, my national treasure. Darling, what did you add to my medicine? How come it's only been extinguished for less than an hour and it's already burning again?" Emperor Chen brazenly stripped off the beauty's thin, transparent silk dress, which was as light as skin. He swayed her two large, colorless breasts, which gently collided with each other, making a soft, fleshy sound, as if they were about to leak out their juices. The dark red, hard nipples had already made him dizzy. He grasped those enormous breasts with both hands and slowly began to knead them. He wanted to let what was hidden inside them flow out and into his body, to enjoy it to his heart's content. Wu Se let out a crisp, seductive laugh, "In addition to the precious herbs prescribed by the imperial physicians, Your Majesty's tonic, I only added some aphrodisiacs, a love potion that brings the sweet scent of spring." "Ah, aphrodisiacs, vixen. A vixen trying to harm my vixen!" As he spoke, Emperor Chen grabbed Wu Se's seductive buttocks with both hands, his fingers digging into her pink, glistening anus. With a sudden upward thrust, without any friction, teasing, or foreplay, his swollen, about-to-burst glans directly parted her thick labia and plunged in. "I love you so much, you vixen!" "Ah! Your Majesty! So fast, how, so, ah, so fast! So full, so full! It's suffocating me! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my cunt is out of air, you've suffocated me! Ah!" Her colorless body was instantly pierced, penetrated, and filled by the large penis. Her pink mouth was wide open, her delicate eyebrows were raised high, her breasts swayed, and her cunt was full of flesh. Her entire body, riding on Emperor Chen's large penis, immediately began to tremble and bounce. "Slower, slower, gentler, ah, gentler, Your Majesty is fucking me to death!" The thick, hot, hard penis was forcefully pushed into the cunt, reaching the bottom, and was instantly wrapped tightly by layers of taut cunt flesh, sucking and biting it hard. The large glans, like a fiery, fleshy hammer, relentlessly pounded against the depths of the beauty's wet cunt. With each friction, each soft moan, each rhythmic movement, the sticky, fragrant nectar flowing from her vulva clung to the shaft, absorbed and licked, making it even thicker and shinier. The lustful fluids flowed lubricatingly between the glans and the labia. With each grinding and stimulation of flesh, more and more fluids gathered, trickling down the bulge and onto her colorless thighs. "Ah, Your Majesty's phallus is truly a rare treasure! It's making me tremble all over! I bite Your Majesty, I suck Your Majesty, Your Majesty, fuck me, ahhh!" Wuse's jade arms gripped the two openwork, gilded armrests of the soft couch, her beautiful legs clamping tightly around Emperor Chen's waist. Her body pressed down with each thrust of his large penis, her vaginal muscles contracting and tightening, biting and chewing the hot, thick glans, allowing the enormous penis to penetrate her more intimately.
Emperor Chen vigorously shook the beauty's slender waist, making her plump buttocks sway rhythmically, allowing his large penis to thrust and penetrate her sweet, wet hole even more recklessly, from the entrance to the core, repeatedly piercing her entire vagina, repeatedly striking her heart. Streams of viscous liquid, with each thrust of the large, fleshy rod, gurgled and gushed from the depths of the vagina, splashing onto the dragon bed and the gold-brick floor like glistening crystal droplets. The two beautiful dancers, Lian'er and Fei'er, standing nearby, witnessed this vivid and sensual scene on the soft couch, heard the emperor and empress's wanton moans and gasps, and felt an unbearable itch in their own vaginas, as if countless tiny hands were scratching and stimulating them; they could no longer restrain themselves. While removing her silk skirt, her jade-like fingers rubbed her labia, and she twisted her snow-white, smooth body, walking to the head of the soft couch on either side, spreading her beautiful legs, and pleading sweetly, "Your Majesty and the Empress are having so much fun, but my sister and I just can't contain our lust. Our two fleshy vulvas are already overflowing with lust. We beg Your Majesty to spare a little attention." As she spoke, her two high, protruding vulvas, like white jade buns, swayed wildly in front of Emperor Chen, and she kept moaning softly. "Mmm, I'm sorry, I'm heartless, mmm, I've been too forward with the beauties." Emperor Chen's penis was still thrusting rapidly in the colorless vulvas. Seeing the two beautiful dancers being wronged, he felt immense pity and could no longer bear to ignore them. He quickly opened his mouth, extended his warm, moist tongue, and inserted it into each of their beautiful vulvas, lovingly playing with them. As Chen Di's tongue moved rapidly in and out of the two sensitive holes, licking, sucking, and rubbing, the moans of the two dancers rose from low to high, gradually intertwining with Wu Se's soft panting, creating a melodious and captivating symphony. Streams of slippery, viscous vaginal fluid flowed down his tongue into Chen Di's mouth and onto his jade-like face. The two dancers, panting and writhing, gazed lovingly and obsessively at the intoxicated Chen Di, who had melted away in his blissful state. They stretched out their jade-like hands and slowly, evenly, smeared the clumps of vaginal fluid onto his handsome, delicate, and amorous face.
"Hehe, umm, very good, wonderful! The sisters' lustful fluids are like a beauty mask, umm, making the Emperor's jade face even smoother and more handsome, umm, very good, very good." Wuse teased with a seductive smile while enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from the depths of her cunt. "Sister is right, she's right, umm!" The two lewd dancers answered with panting and lascivious laughter, while vigorously twisting their lower bodies, opening their vulvas wide, and vying to press their exquisite jade cunts against Emperor Chen's face, letting him lick and play with them at will. "Oh, Your Majesty is so good at licking, I... I've squirted out some more, ahh, apply it, apply it, Your Majesty is a handsome man from Jiangnan, the ruler of Great Chen, oh oh oh, you should be nourished by all the sisters in the pool of lust, mmm." This storm of lust, destroying flowers and breaking buds, nourished this pile of fragrant flesh for two whole hours, until the clouds parted and the rain stopped as dusk approached. Emperor Chen was exhausted and unable to move, he and Wuse, naked except for a thin brocade quilt embroidered with gold flowers, embraced each other on the couch and whispered sweet nothings. The two dancers, Lian'er and Fei'er, stood by the door, holding jade sticks to protect the emperor. "Today Your Majesty, I wonder how much dragon essence has flowed out of my cave, hehe, haven't I become a sperm-absorbing instrument for Your Majesty?" Wuse lovingly stroked Emperor Chen's limp penis and said softly. Emperor Chen kissed the colorless cherry lips and smiled gently, "I'll let you draw from me as you please. When my essence is exhausted, I'll let my blood flow to nourish your flower core, making you even more beautiful and charming." "And what will I use after the blood is exhausted?" The colorless, jade-like fingers slightly covered her cherry lips, letting out bursts of lewd laughter. "Ah! Your Majesty, Your Majesty. I need to urinate, I'm dying to hold it in." The enchantress suddenly moaned that she needed to urinate. "Hmm. A beauty urinating is a matter of utmost importance, the most important national affair, concerning the fate of the nation. Incense should be burned and music played." Instantly, incense smoke curled from the bronze crane incense burner, and court musicians outside played elegant music. The emperor hurriedly ordered palace servants to bring a golden chamber pot, and he actually bent down, holding it in both hands to personally receive the colorless concubine's urine. The enchantress squatted on the bed, sticking out her seductive buttocks, and as her peach cave loosened, a string of pearl beads fell from the pool of heaven with a clatter. While urinating, she kept moaning softly, "Mmm... Ee-ee..." "My beauty," the emperor said, "I have ordered skilled craftsmen to make four different chamber pots for you—gold, silver, jade, and emerald—to hold your urine. Today you should use the gold one, and tomorrow the silver one inlaid with gemstones." The beauty blushed and said shyly, "Your Majesty is so extravagant, always coming up with new and elaborate erotic devices. It's just me urinating, but Your Majesty treats it like a divination or a ritual." The emperor gently kissed the beauty's cheek, letting out a faint, infatuated laugh. The two were lost in their sweet passion, teasing each other and exchanging flirtatious words. Just then, hurried footsteps and a commotion suddenly came from outside the palace. As the sound grew closer, a palace maid rushed in, kneeling before the bed and panting, saying urgently, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" "What's the commotion?" Wuse scolded angrily for the maid's clumsy intrusion, which had disturbed her erotic dream. "General Wang has broken into the inner palace." "Ah..." The two princesses exclaimed simultaneously. The emperor's face turned ashen, and he hurriedly wrapped his naked body in a brocade quilt, his hand holding the golden chamber pot trembling uncontrollably. "Wuse, what should we do? What should we do! That old scoundrel General Wang has come to be so presumptuous again!" Seeing the emperor's terrified and lustful appearance, Wuse felt both love and pain. She quickly reached out her delicate hand, pinched his penis, and gently stroked it, saying in a seductive voice, "Your Majesty, don't be afraid, I'm here..." She then pulled the flesh-colored silk curtains in front of the bed shut. This General Wang was the veteran general mentioned in the first chapter. Over sixty years old, he was renowned for his bravery and commanded a large army, earning him the nickname "White Tiger of Jiangnan." He was also fiercely loyal to the court and was the foremost general of the Southern Chen Dynasty. "You dare trespass! Your Majesty, the beauty is resting. Ah!!" The two dancers guarding the door tried to stop him, but the old general shoved them to the ground, causing them to gasp in pain. General Wang entered the inner chamber and immediately saw a white robe, a thin skirt, golden embroidered shoes, a silk handkerchief stained with lewd substances, brocade stockings, and women's underwear scattered haphazardly on a purple carpet paved with gold bricks. Behind the gauze curtain, one could vaguely see flesh-colored naked figures entwined together—a scene of utter debauchery. Enraged, he abandoned the kneeling ceremony and loudly rebuked, "How many days has Your Majesty not attended court?" This roar, like a booming bell, instantly dispelled the warm, intoxicating atmosphere of the previous spring. "General, how rude of you! Why do you barge into the palace? His Majesty is unwell and unable to walk. How can he attend court?" Although Wuse was by the Emperor's side daily, she held no official title or rank. Ignoring her surroundings, she spoke arrogantly from behind the tent, her voice still soft and weak despite her anger. The Emperor, exhausted from a day of indulgence, was further stunned by the sudden shock and was speechless. He simply lay beneath Wuse, gently rubbing his face against her prominent mound.
"Your Majesty! Huazhou has been captured by the Xiongnu! The Xiongnu also fought a battle with our Chen army in Yanzhou! Our Chen army suffered a crushing defeat and was completely annihilated! Now, the Chen armies in Huazhou, Yanzhou, and the surrounding areas have all been wiped out. The total loss is over 30,000!" General Wang shouted, ignoring Wuse. "The Xiongnu army is still advancing south, heading straight for the capital!" "Ah...this...so many things, why didn't I know any of this?!" The poor Emperor Chen trembled violently, his weakened and exhausted body unable to withstand such sudden shock and fright. He screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fainted on the spot. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you! Quickly, summon the imperial physician, summon the imperial physician!" Seeing the emperor faint between his legs, Wuse frantically called out repeatedly. A jade hand was still stroking the limp, droopy penis covered in semen. With a crisp clang, the golden chamber pot fell off the bed and crashed to the ground. A pot of the concubine's fragrant urine slowly flowed down the edge of the bed, wetting the gauze curtains and the purple carpet...

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