The Empress's Fall: Chapter Nine - Enduring Humiliation, Escaping the Palace to Find Her Lover

Chapter Nine: Enduring Humiliation to Escape the Palace and Find Her Lover

But the entire morning passed without a single person in sight. It wasn't

until the afternoon, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door opening, that Princess Qingle stepped across the threshold and

entered .

"Princess," Zhang Huizhi spoke first, "You've come! I've missed you so much!"

Qingle's mouth dropped open in surprise. Had the person tied to the bed been changed? She rubbed her eyes hard, certain that this

was still the same palace maid she had brought in last night.

Zhang Huizhi's voice was extremely respectful and submissive. "Princess, I thought about it all night and realized I

had made a grave mistake. Your training is correct. Today, I will do anything to please you."

Qingle slowly walked to the bedside and said, "I am very pleased that you have such awareness." As she spoke, she

rubbed Zhang Huizhi's nipple with her hand. "But I wonder what method you have to satisfy me?"

Zhang Huizhi was actually quite weak after the previous night, but she still mustered her spirits and said, "Princess, I

won't hide it from you. The reason why the Imperial Concubine thinks so highly of me is because I have served her very well, especially

on nights when the Emperor doesn't come to her palace."

Qingle stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to pierce them, and after a long silence, she said:

"Then I'll believe you for now. Come on, how do you want to begin?"

Zhang Huizhi said, "Well, this, please loosen my grip first, Your Highness, and also,

take that thing out so I can serve you."

Qingle's gaze followed Zhang Huizhi's body down her body and saw that although the wooden stick was no longer moving, it was still inserted in

her vagina. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Your lower mouth is still holding on quite tightly." After saying that, she pulled

the wooden stick out. Under the sunlight shining in from the window, the wooden stick was still shining, which was

the light reflected from the lustful fluid.

Qingle lifted the rat cage, only to find the little mouse stiff and dead inside. She laughed, "No wonder

the Emperor named you Princess Silver Wave; even the mouse died from exhaustion."

Because the wooden stick had been inserted for so long, although it had been removed, Zhang Huizhi's vagina was still wide

open , like a little girl begging for candy. Qingle looked at the still trickling

flow and laughed, "Not bad, it hasn't broken after being inserted all night." She tugged at the chain on her right foot, the chain

making a clear, metallic clanging sound. "What if you run away after I untie you completely?"

Zhang Huizhi groaned, "Princess, don't worry..." "This servant will definitely not run away. Besides, the princess's residence is so big,

where could this servant run to?"

Qingle thought it made sense and laughed, "Alright, I don't think you have that much guts." After saying that,

she first untied the iron chains on her hands. "Oh, and I think you must be hungry too. You wait here for a while, I'll go to the kitchen

and bring you something to eat. You should also prepare well and see what good way you can come up with to serve this princess."

Zhang Huizhi watched Qingle's departing figure, her heart filled with mixed feelings. Her whole body was still incredibly sore, but thankfully,

she could sit up straight. Although her legs were still stretched into a shameful position, at least her hands could move.

After being penetrated all night, her vagina was almost numb. Zhang Huizhi kept gently stroking her private parts to

make it feel a little better.

"Oh dear, this princess has only been gone for a short while, and you can't stand it anymore?" Qingle came over

with a smile .

Zhang Huizhi blushed deeply and stammered, "No, no, Princess, I..."

Qingle had no time to listen to her explanation and interrupted her rudely, saying, "Eat these steamed buns first

, so you'll have the strength to serve me later."

Zhang Huizhi's stomach was already rumbling with hunger. She took the buns and took a big bite, then wolfed them down,

completely abandoning any semblance of ladylike manners.

After she had eaten her fill, Qingle unlocked the chains on her feet and said coldly, "Alright, now

we can begin. Let's see what you're really capable of."

Zhang Huizhi slowly got up, gently moving her numb limbs. Her mind was in turmoil,

and she felt ashamed of the plan she had devised the night before. Seeing that Zhang Huizhi

was still hesitating, Qing Le assumed she had changed her mind and angrily said, "What, you don't want to do it anymore?

Then it seems I, the princess, will have to personally teach you a lesson."

Zhang Huizhi was startled and immediately knelt before the princess, saying, "Princess,

I listened to your words yesterday, so I have a wonderful way to satisfy you. That is, let me

become your mother." She then timidly looked at Qing Le.

Qing Le was furious upon hearing this and immediately raised her hand, but looking at Zhang Huizhi's face, she couldn't help but withdraw it. Her expression

changed several times before she suddenly giggled and said, "Good, good, you wretched servant, you really have something up your sleeve."

Seeing this, Zhang Huizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down, saying, "Princess, please sit on

the bed ."

Qing Le slowly sat down, her body slightly to the left, her legs together, her long skirt trailing on the flat ground.

A ray of sunlight swept across, making her look like a fairy descending to earth. "Let's begin, my dear Mother!"

Zhang Huizhi's face flushed. She stood up gently, her voice soft, and said, "Qingle, Mother has finally found you!

Why are you sitting here alone? Are you unhappy? Come, tell Mother."

Qingle looked at the soft-spoken Zhang Huizhi, her expression one of disbelief. She was so incredibly similar,

both in voice and mannerisms. Qingle's heart skipped a beat, and she almost called out "Mother." However, her real mother had never spoken to

her so kindly. Qingle immediately felt a surge of extreme resentment.

The more the woman before her resembled her mother, the stronger her hatred became. Her face flushed red with anger, and she said sharply, "I like

being alone. What are you doing here!"

"Qingle, are you still angry with Mother? Actually, Mother loves you very much."

"Shut up, you wretched woman! You love me? How dare you say that? When

have you ever cared about me? Did you even hold me when I was little? I was barely a little bit older and you had this dilapidated house built for me, driving me out of the palace.

I've lived here for years, and you've never even come once! Tell me, is this what you call suffering at my hands?"

Looking at the emotionally charged Qingle, Zhang Huizhi felt a deep sense of guilt. She realized

how much she had hurt her daughter in the past, and her eyes reddened as she softly sobbed, "Qingle, Le'er..."

"Mother, I'm so sorry. I'll atone for my sins today. You can do whatever you want with me," she said

, kneeling down and kowtowing. "Le'er, I apologize to you. As long as I can get your forgiveness, I'm willing to be

your slave."

Princess Qingle was completely immersed in the role, treating the woman at her feet as her mother. She snapped

, "Fine, you said it yourself, you wretch!" She then raised her right foot and pressed it against Zhang Huizhi's chin.

"Take off my shoes."

"Yes," Zhang Huizhi reached out to grab them, but Qingle kicked her to the ground.

"Use your mouth to take them off," Qingle said viciously.

Tears welled up in Zhang Huizhi's eyes as she got up, stretched her neck, and bit Qingle's heel with her teeth. She pulled hard, biting down little by

little , and with great effort, finally managed to remove the shoe completely. Then she used the same method to

remove Qingle's left shoe.

Zhang Huizhi's neck was so stiff and sore that she could barely move. She gasped, "Le'er, is Mother serving you well?"

Qingle, wearing white silk stockings, stretched her toes towards Zhang Huizhi's lips and laughed, "

I never imagined that Mother, as Empress, could do such a lowly thing that even a servant wouldn't do so well

. Are you perhaps born a lowly being?"

The smell of sweat filled her nostrils, and Zhang Huizhi's stomach churned, but she forced herself to suppress it. "Yes, Le'er

is right. Mother is indeed a lowly being."

"Then why don't you take off my stockings?" Qingle commanded.

Forcibly suppressing her nausea, Zhang Huizhi opened her cherry-red lips again, carefully untying

the straps , then using her mouth to pull the edge down. Qingle laughed, "Not bad, just like an obedient little bitch."

Zhang Huizhi didn't answer, continuing to remove the stocking from her other foot, holding Qingle's bare right foot, and gently sucking on her little

toe .

Qingle stroked her head, letting her soft black hair slide through her fingertips, and said, "Good little bitch, bark

for this princess."

"Woof woof," Zhang Huizhi actually barked a few times, and Qingle closed her eyes contentedly, enjoying her mother's service.

Seeing that Qingle was already immersed in her service, Zhang Huizhi became even more diligent, moving upwards along her small feet until her head

was inside Qingle's long skirt. Qingle let out an intoxicated moan: "Mmm, no, don't go any higher."

Zhang Huizhi peeked out and whispered, "Le'er, let your mother take off your skirt. Your mother will make you feel like you

're in heaven." Seeing that Qingle didn't object, Zhang Huizhi gently untied her belt and slowly pulled down her long skirt,

leaving only her undergarments. She then lowered her head and kissed Qingle's fair thighs.

"Mother, do you know what I hate most about you?" Qingle suddenly asked.

Zhang Huizhi was taken aback, stopped kissing, and asked, "Mother doesn't know, please enlighten me, Le'er."

"I can understand the others, every parent loves different children, but what I hate most is being

betrothed to the son of the Cui family!"

Zhang Huizhi was greatly surprised and said, "This, didn't you like him very much back then?" Seeing Qing Le suddenly open

her eyes and stare at her, Zhang Huizhi panicked and hurriedly said, "Oh, um, I, I heard it from the Imperial Concubine before

."

A cold smile appeared on Qing Le's face, "Oh, it seems you know quite a lot," looking at the uneasy

Zhang Huizhi, she snorted and continued, "I never liked that dead bastard, he only made this

princess a widow at a young age, tell me, do you know your crime?"

"Yes, yes, Mother knows her crime, Le'er, Mother will apologize to you now," after saying that, Zhang Huizhi

kowtowed three times on the ground.

Qingle turned to the side, resting her chin on her hand, and looked at Zhang Huizhi, saying, "You really do resemble

that . It's a pity you're not the real her." Her tone grew increasingly venomous as she spoke, and she suddenly reached out her left hand, grabbing Zhang

Huizhi's hair and pulling it to her chest.

"Ah!" Zhang Huizhi screamed, trembling all over. "Le'er, oh, Princess, did I anger you

? Please let me go, and I'll serve you properly in another way." At this point, she dared not

refer ."

Qingle grabbed Zhang Huizhi's left breast with her other hand, saying, "Oh, no, you didn't anger me. And you

acted like my mother very well, but precisely because you acted so well, I want to discipline you even more."

Qingle sat up and snapped at Zhang Huizhi, "Lie down on the bed and stick your butt out higher."

Zhang Huizhi trembled and stuck her butt out, unaware of what awaited her.

Qingle slapped Zhang Huizhi's plump, high buttocks hard. Zhang Huizhi understood and moaned softly, "Ah,

Princess, punish this unfit mother of yours, punish this lowly queen mother properly, ah, ah!"

Hearing Zhang Huizhi's lewd moans, Qingle slapped her even harder, cursing, "You slut , you

bitch, oh no, you old slut, you old bitch, do you remember when I was five years old and you hit me like this?

Today I'll pay you back with interest!"

"Ah, ah! Le'er is right, today you are the queen mother's master, ah, ah!"

Qingle forcefully spread Zhang Huizhi's buttocks, pinching her labia majora and pulling them outwards, "You cunt, I

'm going to tear you apart."

"Ah, it hurts! Ugh, ugh, Princess, Le'er, please forgive your mother, it hurts so much!"

Qing Le seemed very pleased, her fingers moving back and forth in the wet crevice. When she touched

the clitoris, she suddenly remembered and laughed, "I almost forgot, I was supposed to put this ring on your finger today."

Zhang Huizhi turned her head and saw Qing Le holding a sparkling ring. She was terrified and quickly turned around,

kneeling and begging for mercy, "Princess, please spare me! I'm willing to be your slave, but... but please don't make me wear

this ."

Qing Le laughed, "If I don't wear this..." "How do I know if you truly want to be my slave?"

Zhang Huizhi pleaded. "Princess, how about this? Tomorrow, the Imperial Concubine will come to fetch me. I'll plead with

her to allow me to stay at your residence a few more days. After a while, you can ask the Emperor to let

me stay with you. Then, you can give me this ring, okay?"

Qingle looked down at the tearful Zhang Huizhi, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then chuckled. "

I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. But what you said makes sense. Alright, I'll keep this ring for now."

"Thank you, Princess," Zhang Huizhi kowtowed.

"However, what reason will I give the Consort to ask for you then?"

Zhang Huizhi stammered, "This servant is the Emperor and the Consort's adopted daughter, and the princess is the Emperor's own sister. You can

tell the Emperor that you also want to adopt me as your adopted daughter, and he will definitely agree. Then you can take this servant by your side, and the Emperor

won't be able to say anything."

Qingle glanced at her for a while and smiled, "That is indeed a good reason. Well then, call me first

."

Zhang Huizhi prostrated herself, looking down at the ground, and said timidly, "Mother, please accept my bow."

After saying that, she was overwhelmed with shame. If being adopted as a daughter by Shikai and Consort Ru was forced, then recognizing her own

daughter as her mother now could be considered voluntary, although Qingle might not know her true

identity .

Qingle giggled, "Alright, good daughter, lift your head and let your mother see you."

Zhang Huizhi raised her head, but still dared not look directly at her, and whispered, "Mother above, let your daughter serve you well

."

This time Qingle did not refuse, slowly lay down, and instructed, "Alright, come and serve your mother."

Zhang Huizhi felt relieved, let out a long breath, stood up and lay on the bed, holding Qingle's white jade-like right hand,

gently sucking it, while her other hand rested on her full breasts and gently caressed them.

In fact, what Zhang Huizhi said earlier was not false. During the days of serving Shikai and Consort Ru, her skills in pleasing people

with her body had become more and more advanced, whether it was men or women.

Qingle felt comfortable all over from Zhang Huizhi's actions, her eyes slowly closed, and she let out a woman's soft moans, "Mmm,

ah, so good, good daughter, you're really good, ah, oh, no, no," it turned out that Zhang Huizhi was gently unbuttoning

her undergarment, so she subconsciously covered herself with her hand.

Zhang Huizhi whispered in her ear, "It's alright, Mother, I'll make you even more comfortable."

Qingle felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and her hands, which she tried to use to cover herself, fell limply to her sides. Zhang Huizhi gently pulled down her undergarment, revealing

two full, snow-white breasts.

Because she was still unmarried, Qingle's breasts appeared particularly young and tender, like freshly made white tofu. Zhang

Huizhi praised them highly, not daring to use too much force, as if they would break at the slightest touch.

Her tongue first circled around her breasts, then gently licked her pink nipples. Soon, Qingle

was immersed in this boundless pleasure, and her guard against Zhang Huizhi lessened.

Although Zhang Huizhi kissed her passionately, she secretly observed Qingle carefully. Seeing that her eyes were completely

closed and her small mouth was opening and closing, she knew that the perfect moment had arrived. She gently pulled the iron chain by the bed with one hand,

carefully and slowly, trying not to make a sound.

When her hand finally grasped the lock of the chain, Zhang Huizhi's heart raced. To hide her excitement, she spoke

in a wanton tone, "Mother, how's my technique? Are you satisfied?"

"Hmm, very good, really good. I've decided to take you as my daughter, ah!" Qingle's eyes were still closed

, completely unaware.

"Okay, thank you, Mother," Zhang Huizhi said, straightening her upper body and quickly grabbing Qingle's wrist.

The chain snapped shut, handcuffing her.

The suddenness of the action startled Qingle, who opened her eyes and sat up abruptly to grab Zhang Huizhi. But Zhang Huizhi had already dodged,

pulling the other chain closer and forcefully handcuffing Qingle's other hand as well.

Qingle twisted and struggled, kicking wildly, cursing, "You bitch, let me go! How dare you!

Do you want to die?!" The large bed thumped loudly as she struggled.

Fearing the noise would alert those outside, Zhang Huizhi quickly handcuffed Qingle's legs. After

finishing , she was exhausted, drenched in sweat and panting.

Qingle cursed, "You filthy bitch, you dead bitch, I'll kill you, I'll skin you alive!"

Seeing her still cursing, Zhang Huizhi frantically looked around. Seeing the round stone on the platform, she quickly

grabbed it and stuffed it into Qingle's mouth, turning her curses into muffled whimpers.

Zhang Huizhi picked up the clothes she had thrown on the ground yesterday and hurriedly put them on. She subconsciously touched the jade pendant

hanging her belt; it was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief. This was the jade pendant Chang Wenjun had given her years ago, and

she had carried it with her all these years.

She walked to the bedside, looking into Qing Le's eyes that seemed to spit fire, and sighed softly, "Princess, don't worry,

I won't do anything to you again. I only want to pursue my own happiness now. If Consort Ru comes tomorrow,

tell her not to look for me anymore. I will never see you again."

Qing Le's eyes showed confusion. Zhang Huizhi lovingly touched her face, then turned and left

without looking .

After stepping out the door, Zhang Huizhi found that it was already dark. Just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly thought of something and

withdrew . "It's better to leave the door open, so that the servants in the mansion can find her sooner tomorrow."

Carefully and diligently searching along the walls of the princess's mansion, Zhang Huizhi finally found a lower spot. She used all her

strength to climb up and slipped out of the princess's mansion.

There was no one on the street anymore, quiet and still, with only the faint moonlight sweeping across the bluestone pavement like flowing water. Zhang Huizhi held her breath, crouched low, and ran through several streets, finally stopping

in front of the Chang mansion's gate. 　　Remembering that she had been knocked unconscious and humiliated here last time, she looked around to make sure no one was around before going around the street corner to the back door and knocking gently a few times. 　　There was no response. Zhang Huizhi suppressed her pounding heart and knocked a few more times. Finally, she heard a response from inside. A heavy, slow footstep accompanied by an aged voice called out, "Who is it ? Knocking on the door so late?" 　　With a creak, the wooden door opened, and a thin, wrinkled old man leaned out, suspiciously scrutinizing Zhang Huizhi. He asked, "Who are you, daring to knock on the Chang residence's door at this hour?" 　　Zhang Huizhi hurriedly replied, "Old man, please inform Chang Wenjun that I wish to see him." 　　The old man looked at the disheveled Zhang Huizhi with disdain and said, "How dare you speak like that , young lady? Do you think you can call my third young master by his name? Go, go, go. Come back tomorrow during the day if you have something to say." He then turned to close the door. 　　Zhang Huizhi panicked and quickly stretched one leg in, bracing it against the door, pleading, "No, old man, tomorrow..."

"But it's too late, thank you for your trouble." Saying this, she took off her jade pendant and handed it to him. "Please show this to him;

he will definitely see me."

The old man took the jade pendant and examined it closely in the moonlight. He saw that the jade was of superior quality and the carving exquisite; it was definitely not

something an ordinary family could possess. He then looked at Zhang Huizhi and noticed that although her face was haggard, she

exuded a noble air. He hesitated for a moment

, then said, "Alright, I'll show this to the Third Young Master, but let me make this clear: if he refuses to see you, don't blame me."

"Okay, okay, he will definitely see me."

"Then you wait outside," the old man said.

Zhang Huizhi had no choice but to pull her foot back and wait anxiously at the door.

Time seemed to pass particularly slowly. Zhang Huizhi looked up; the bright moon, like a jade plate, hung high in the sky, with a few wispy

clouds drifting across it, casting strange patterns on the bluestone ground, just like her heart, which was

in turmoil.

Just then, the wooden door groaned painfully and slowly opened. Zhang Huizhi stared motionlessly at the

person who opened the door—a man she had remembered for twenty years.

"Wenjun!" The voice, piercing through twenty years, rushed in.

"Shh," Chang Wenjun made a shushing gesture, grabbed Zhang Huizhi's hand, pulled her into the courtyard,

peeked out and looked left and right to make sure no one was there, then closed the door and whispered in her ear, "Don't speak yet,

come with me."

Only then did Zhang Huizhi realize that Chang Wenjun was alone. She followed him as they jogged, winding through

corridors and gardens, until they arrived at a room lit by candlelight.

After they both entered, Chang Wenjun quickly closed the door and led Zhang Huizhi to a chair on the east

side of the room. "Sit down first."

Zhang Huizhi obediently sat down, not saying a word, quietly gazing at the man she hadn't seen for many years.

The marks had etched themselves on his handsome face, and the hair falling beside his ears was slightly gray. Only his deep eyes

remained so bright and affectionate. Zhang Huizhi felt a pang of sadness, reaching out to touch his face, her eyes filled with tears.

"You, you really are Hui, Huizhi?" Chang Wenjun's voice was filled with excitement, joy, and confusion.

A few clear tears streamed down her nose, and Zhang Huizhi's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to have lost

its strength, and she couldn't utter a sound. She could only nod desperately, tears

falling .

"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty the Empress, may you live a thousand years!" Chang Wenjun prostrated himself in the highest honors of a subject.

Zhang Huizhi hurriedly rose from her chair, bowing to help him up, saying, "Get up quickly, don't be like this, Wenjun. Besides, I... I

'm not the Empress anymore."

Chang Wenjun stood up but didn't sit down, asking, "Your Majesty, what exactly happened?

You... you weren't already..."

"Already dead, weren't you?" Zhang Huizhi smiled sadly, "Yes, that Empress died a long time ago."

Chang Wenjun still looked at this woman who had once been Empress with a puzzled expression.

"You must have many, many questions to ask me now," Zhang Huizhi said, "but time is too

short now, I can't explain to you. I only want to ask you one question, and you must tell me honestly, okay?"

Chang Wenjun looked directly at her, her eyes filled with determination.

"Wenjun, do you still love me?"

Chang Wenjun's face was solemn, her tone firm. "Yes! All these years, my love for you has never diminished,

and it never will. Even when I die, my bones will still be inscribed with my love for you."

Zhang Huizhi's heart surged, and she could no longer suppress her emotions. She hugged him tightly, murmuring,

"Wenjun, let's go quickly, let's escape the capital. I want to be with you forever,

never ."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now, any later and it will be too late."

"Okay, let's leave immediately!"

At the north gate, several city guards stopped a two-horse carriage.

"Who goes there? Leaving the city so late?" the lead soldier shouted.

"How dare you! Do you know who's inside?" the coachman angrily cursed at the soldier.

"I don't care who you are. According to the law, anyone who leaves the city at night without permission is punished," the leading soldier waved his right hand.

"Take them all down." Several soldiers behind him were about to rush forward.

"Insolence!" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a handsome, imposing middle-aged man stepped forward. "If

you delay matters of state, your entire family will be executed!"

The soldiers were stunned by his imposing manner and stopped, not daring to move forward. Chang Wenjun snorted coldly,

took out a document from his bosom, held it high, and shook it vigorously. "This is an important

battle report . By order of the Emperor, you are to go and assist Marshal Chang in his plan to quell the rebellion. If you delay even for a moment, let's see

how many heads you have!"

One of the soldiers whispered to the leader, "Boss, he... he seems to be... the third young master of the Chang family."

The leading soldier glanced at him and said, "Really? Do you recognize him?"

"Indeed, indeed, I have accompanied Commander Wang to the Chang residence several times and have seen him. There is no mistake."

The leading soldier turned to look at Chang Wenjun and chuckled, "So it is Lord Chang. I

was blind and I hope you will not take offense."

Chang Wenjun snorted and said, "Then hurry up and open the door." But the leading soldier did not reply for a long time. Chang Wenjun knew that

he still had some doubts, but he handed over the document. "It seems that you want to see the contents of this document. Very well,

I will let you see it. However, don't blame me for not telling you that anyone who spied on important court secrets will be punished with death."

The leading soldier's face immediately lit up with a smile. "Haha, look at what you say, sir. How could I dare to doubt? Very well, I will let you through

immediately ."

Chang Wenjun snorted and entered the carriage. The leading soldier was stunned and dared not say anything more. He waved his hand and ordered his men

to open the door. A horse neighed and rushed out of the city.

Both inside the carriage breathed a long sigh of relief. Zhang Huizhi asked, "Wenjun, what should we do now?"

Chang Wenjun pondered for a moment, then instructed the coachman outside, "Su Yi, stop when we reach the intersection of the Three Locust Trees."

"Yes, young master!"

As the carriage jolted and lurched, Zhang Huizhi gripped Chang Wenjun's hand tightly, gazing at him with deep affection, and said, "

Wenjun , I'm so sorry you've suffered."

Chang Wenjun gently removed her hand and said, "Your Highness, let's not talk about this now. It's still very dangerous here. Let's

talk about it after we get through this."

Zhang Huizhi's eyes shone, and she said softly, "Why are you still calling me 'Your Highness

'? Just call me Huizhi like you did back then." "

Yes, Your Highness," Chang Wenjun replied.

Zhang Huizhi sighed and said nothing more.

After a while, the carriage stopped. "Young Master, we've arrived at the Three Scholar Trees intersection," Su Yi announced loudly.

"Alright," Chang Wenjun stepped out of the carriage, got off, untied the bridle from the white horse, then lifted the curtain and

whispered to Zhang Huizhi, "Get down first."

Zhang Huizhi was puzzled but didn't ask any questions. She let him help her down and stood beside the white horse.

Chang Wenjun turned to Su Yi and said, "Su Yi, drive the carriage northwards day and night until

there's no road left, then abandon the carriage."

Su Yi replied, "Yes, Third Young Master. I'll come back for you then. Also, be careful!"

"Okay, Su Yi, be careful too!"

"Don't worry, Young Master," Su Yi shouted, driving the carriage northwards.

After watching Su Yi disappear into the night, Chang Wenjun turned to Zhang Huizhi and said, "Your Highness, please mount

the horse. We'll ride."

Zhang Huizhi exclaimed, "I... I can't ride."

"It's alright, I'll ride. Just hold on tight."

Zhang Huizhi didn't say anything more and let Chang Wenjun help her onto the horse. When Chang Wenjun touched her waist and thighs, she

felt her face flush. She secretly glanced at Chang Wenjun in the moonlight and saw his natural expression. She felt both ashamed and

adoring.

"Giddy up!" Chang Wenjun mounted his horse, spurred it on, and galloped eastward. A short while later,

they changed direction again, heading south, and this time they didn't change course again.

Zhang Huizhi hugged Chang Wenjun tightly, her full breasts and firm thighs pressed against him, letting

the wind whistle in her ears and the man's sweat fill her nostrils. Her eyelids, exhausted from the day, gradually

closed, unable to stay open.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a ray of sunlight pierced her eyes. Startled, she opened them and looked around,

finding herself no longer on horseback, but lying under a large camphor tree.

"You're awake," Chang Wenjun smiled at her.

"Where are we now?" she asked, seeing the white horse grazing a few steps away.

"We're quite a distance from the capital now, and we're safe for the time being," Chang Wenjun said. "We're

heading south. If anyone from the capital were to chase us, they would definitely follow the direction of the carriage north, and

would never suspect that we're in the south."

"Then where are we going?"

Chang Wenjun stared intently at Zhang Huizhi. Although she had changed into ordinary clothes, she

was still so beautiful and noble. However, through her eyes, one could see her sorrow. Although she didn't know what

had happened, she knew it was something deeply painful. "Your Majesty, I intend to..."

"Don't call me Your Majesty anymore!" Zhang Huizhi suddenly screamed hysterically. "If you call me Your Majesty again,

I'm leaving, and I never want to see you again." After saying that, she struggled to get up.

Chang Wenjun's lips twitched slightly. He pressed her down with his right hand and said softly, "Alright, I won't call you Your Majesty anymore

, Huizhi."

Zhang Huizhi stopped struggling, staring straight at him. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she threw herself into his arms and

burst into tears, wanting to release all the humiliation and resentment she had felt during this time.

Chang Wenjun simply stroked her long, beautiful hair tenderly, letting her tears soak her clothes.

"Huizhi, what exactly happened in the past six months?" Chang

Wenjun asked softly as Zhang Huizhi's crying gradually subsided.

Zhang Huizhi was filled with thoughts, hesitating whether to tell the truth. In the end, she decided to tell him everything,

but only the truth about Shikai's murder of his father and brother. As for herself, she only said that he had imprisoned her in the palace, falsely claiming to

the outside she was dead, without mentioning the actual fact that she had been raped and demoted to a slave.

As Chang Wenjun listened, his face turned ashen, his hands clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and he roared in uncontrollable rage, "This

traitor! My Chang family even led troops for him! What right does such a person have to be emperor? We must immediately head

north to find my elder brother and second brother!"

Zhang Huizhi's expression changed drastically, her face contorted in pain. She gripped his hand tightly, pleading, "Wenjun,

please , please don't do this! I finally escaped to find you; I don't want this to happen. Shikai is, after all, my own

son."

Chang Wenjun's anger hadn't subsided, but his tone softened. "Are we just going to let this go?"

"Wenjun, I don't want to be an empress anymore, and I don't want anything else. I just want to be with you

, somewhere no one can find us, and live out our next life together. Okay? Will you agree?"

Seeing her heartbroken and sorrowful appearance, Chang Wenjun sighed and said, "Okay, Huizhi, I promise you.

We won't care about worldly affairs anymore. From now on, it'll just be the two of us."

Zhang Huizhi leaned on his shoulder and murmured, "I've wanted this for twenty years, and today I've finally made it happen

. Heaven has been kind to me."

Chang Wenjun said softly, "Huizhi, we need to find a place to hide for a while.

We can come out again when things calm down."

"I'll do whatever you say." Zhang Huizhi closed her eyes slightly, her face full of happiness.

The two continued riding south, but just in case, Chang Wenjun tried to avoid the main roads and took

less . On the fourth day, they arrived in Jeju Island.

After traveling another hundred li or so, they saw several small hills in the distance, covered in lush green trees. A small river meandered along the

hillsides , and a mountain villa appeared faintly in the distance, partially obscured by willows swaying on both banks.

"That's it," Chang Wenjun said, pointing to the villa with her whip. She then spurred her horse forward, accelerating.

"Wenjun, what kind of person is this Chai Ding you're talking about?" Zhang Huizhi asked.

"Don't worry, he's my sworn brother. Giddy up!"

Soon, they arrived at the villa's gate. It was morning, but the gates of the Chai residence were tightly shut. Chang

Wenjun stopped her horse beside the stone lions at the foot of the steps, dismounted herself, and then helped Zhang Huizhi dismount as well. "Huizhi, you first..."

"Wait here, I'll go knock on the door," he muttered as he walked. "What's wrong today? I've never seen the door closed during

the day ."

Zhang Huizhi watched Chang Wenjun anxiously as he knocked on the door knocker several times. After a while,

the door opened, and a man who looked like a servant poked his head out and said something before closing the door. Chang

Wenjun stood quietly by the door, presumably waiting for the man to inform his master.

After a while, the door opened again, and a scholar in white robes quickly came out, looking very surprised. He exchanged greetings with Chang Wenjun

and said something else. Chang Wenjun then waved to Zhang Huizhi, signaling him to come forward.

Zhang Huizhi guessed that this person must be Chai Ding. Feeling uneasy, she walked up the steps and bowed to the scholar in white, saying,

"I'm sorry to bother you, Young Master Chai."

Chai Ding quickly returned the bow, saying, "Not at all, not at all. It's my honor that Brother Chang and your wife have come to my humble abode . Please

come in."

Zhang Huizhi blushed when Chai Ding addressed her as "wife," and glancing sideways at Chang Wenjun. Seeing

his expression was the same, she felt relieved and followed him into the abode.

Upon entering, Zhang Huizhi secretly praised the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. She saw: pine trees hanging from the gate, houses near green hills,

several pine trees standing tall, bamboo stalks swaying, whitewashed walls, brick enclosures, magnificent halls, and a serene mansion.

Chai Ding led the two to the guest room in the west wing. "Brother Chang, you've worked hard these past few days. I'll arrange for a banquet to welcome

you . We'll chat then," Chai Ding said, then clasped his hands in farewell.

Chang Wenjun thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Chai."

Zhang Huizhi entered the house and said to Chang Wenjun, "Wenjun, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Oh? What is it?" Chang Wenjun looked at her somewhat strangely.

"I feel that this young master Chai seems to be hiding something from us."

Chang Wenjun smiled and said, "Huizhi, you're overthinking it. Besides, it's normal for him to have some secrets

, after all, this is his home."

"I hope I'm just overthinking it," Zhang Huizhi said softly.

Time flew by, and the two had been staying at the Chai family's house for more than ten days. During this time, Zhang Huizhi was always alone in

the west wing. Chang Wenjun would sometimes go out to talk with Chai Ding and inquire about news from the capital, but Chai Ding

hadn't come to the west wing since the first day.

That evening, Chang Wenjun returned to her room after talking with Chai Ding, and Zhang Huizhi was sitting on the edge of the bed with tears streaming down her face.

Chang Wenjun's heart tightened, and she quickly approached, asking softly, "Huizhi, what's wrong?"

Zhang Huizhi looked up, her face filled with sorrow, and cried, "Wenjun, don't you love me anymore?"

Chang Wenjun's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't take the subject. Instead, she said solemnly, "Huizhi, I have

something to tell you."

Seeing his serious tone, Zhang Huizhi wiped away her tears and stared blankly at him.

"Do you remember what you said when we first arrived?" Seeing her nod, Chang Wenjun continued,

"After observing him carefully these past few days, I feel that Chai Ding is indeed acting somewhat strangely."

Zhang Huizhi's eyes widened. Chang Wenjun paused slightly, then continued, "These past two days,

when I was talking to him, I noticed that he was evasive about certain topics and words. I hadn't paid much attention to that yet, but today I casually asked

him something, and he became very nervous, which was very abnormal."

"Oh, what is it?"

"These past few days, I've been wandering around the village, almost everywhere, but there's one place I can't

get into."

"Where is it?"

"It's his back garden. The gate is locked with a big iron padlock. Today, I casually joked with him and asked

him to open the gate so I could go in and take a look. His expression changed drastically. He stammered, first saying there were poisonous snakes inside.

Then I said I'd been in there before, what was there to be afraid of? He then said there was a leper locked up inside,

to prevent him from infecting the people in the village, so he kept him there."

Zhang Huizhi frowned and said, "Hmm, that's certainly a bit strange. So what do you plan to do?"

"I plan to sneak into the garden later to find out what's going on."

"Is this...is this alright?"

Chang Wenjun grasped Zhang Huizhi's hand tenderly, saying, "Huizhi, although Chai Ding and I are close friends,

with you by my side now, I will definitely not let you fall into danger."

Zhang Huizhi's eyes reddened again, and she turned around to hug him tightly, saying, "Is it...is it true? You really think

so ?" Seeing Chang Wenjun nod, she murmured, "Then why didn't you answer me just now?"

Chang Wenjun gently patted her back and said softly, "Huizhi, I love you, I love you so much, do you

really want me to say it?"

"Then why have you been sleeping alone on the floor every night for so many days?" As she spoke, Zhang Huizhi

pressed her whole body against him, rubbing her full breasts against him forcefully, saying, "Wenjun, take me, take

me, sleep in bed with me tonight."

"Don't do this, Huizhi, I love you very much, but...but..."

"If you really love me, take me now, otherwise I will leave here alone tomorrow."

"This..." Chang Wenjun sat there blankly, unable to muster any strength to push her hand away.

Seeing this, Zhang Huizhi stuck out her tongue and kissed Chang Wenjun frantically behind his ear and on his cheek. She forcefully pulled off his

clothes with both hands. Chang Wenjun flinched a couple of times but ultimately did not refuse. Zhang Huizhi breathed heavily as she stripped him

naked and took his already erect penis into her mouth.

"Ah," Chang Wenjun let out a sound of pleasure. "Huizhi, no, don't do this."

Zhang Huizhi looked up at him, her face flushed, but she did not stop. She continued to swallow. Suddenly, she

felt a heat in her mouth, a warm flow filling it. She knew that Chang Wenjun had ejaculated. She grabbed

the base of his penis with her hand and made it tremble in her mouth until the semen was all released.

"I'm sorry," Chang Wenjun said, looking very embarrassed. "I... this is the first time I've ever let someone do this to me."

Zhang Huizhi looked at him in surprise, wanting to speak, but then felt her mouth fill with semen. She quickly swallowed it in

several gulps and asked, "You've never had intimate contact with a woman before?"

Chang Wenjun nodded and said, "Yes, since I met you, I've lost interest in other women."

"Wenjun," Zhang Huizhi was deeply moved. She straightened up and slowly took off her clothes, one by one.

Standing there naked, her alluring body, like a jade sculpture, was displayed before the man.

Chang Wenjun tried to turn her head away, but her head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't turn it. Her hands trembled

uncontrollably as she touched those proud breasts.

"Come on, kiss me, I want you to possess me fiercely," Zhang Huizhi's alluring voice echoed in her ears. Chang

Wenjun could no longer restrain herself. With a roar, she swept the soft body up in her arms and pressed it beneath her.

She didn't know how much time had passed, nor how many times she had ejaculated. Chang Wenjun felt sore and weak all over,

and her head was spinning. Looking at Zhang Huizhi beside her, she saw her sleeping soundly, like soft mud.

After a while, Chang Wenjun forced herself to stay awake. She gently pulled away the small hands that were resting on her chest,

sat up , dressed, and quietly opened the door, stepping out of the house.

She was very familiar with the paths of the Chai residence. Chang Wenjun carefully reached the garden wall, climbed over it, and entered

the garden.

There was a small hut in the garden, not far away. Chang Wenjun tiptoed closer, and when the hut came into view,

he was startled. The light was still on inside so late. He quickly crouched down and slowly approached.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door opened. Chang Wenjun held his breath, hiding behind a tree,

staring the figure that emerged. It was Chai Ding, no doubt about it. It was definitely him. Coming

here alone so late at night was certainly unusual.

Only after a while, when the sound of Chai Ding closing the garden gate had faded, did Chang Wenjun quietly emerge from behind the tree. The light

inside was still on, and a faint shadow was reflected in the paper window.

"The figure looks like a woman," Chang Wenjun thought, trying not to make a sound. He walked to the window, gently poked a small hole in the paper

window , and peered through it with his left eye.

A woman sat on a round stool, one hand supporting her chin, seemingly lost in thought. The flickering candlelight

swayed in the room, and although only her profile was visible, her pretty face was faintly discernible. Chang Wenjun

felt as if he had seen this woman somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place where.

When he looked down further, he was even more shocked. The woman's belly was swollen; she looked at least eight

or nine months pregnant. Chang Wenjun trembled involuntarily and struck the window frame heavily

. "Who is it!" the woman inside shouted, turning to look at the window, her beautiful face filled

with fear and anger .

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