[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 34-36

Chapter 178 If the Prophecy is True (Princess)

"Princess, it's time for your medicine."

A palace maid carried medicine into the bedchamber. Hearing the girl lying on the bed behind the gauze curtains groaning incessantly, she hurriedly quickened her pace and respectfully handed over the dark medicine.

Luanxuan lay on the colorful felt rug embroidered with a hundred flowers, glancing at the dark medicine with disgust. She pouted and said in pain, "I won't drink it, I won't drink it! My injury is almost healed, this medicine is too bitter, I won't drink it!"

"Princess, your injury hasn't completely healed yet, you should still drink the medicine. What if you get a fever again in the middle of the night and feel uncomfortable again?" The palace maid urged urgently. "I said I won't drink it!" Luanxuan shouted stubbornly, her bright eyes staring at the ceiling for a moment, then she threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stumbled out.

"Princess, Princess, where are you going? You haven't fully recovered yet, you should...you should go back to bed." The palace maid hurriedly stopped her, carefully supporting her arm to help her back to bed.

"Didn't I tell you I'm fine? Don't stop me, I'm going to the prison! If you keep getting in my way, you'll regret it!" Luanxuan glared at her, shook off her hand, and deliberately put on a stern face to scare her.

"But...but Princess..." The palace maid, seeing her walk away like that, was worried about her health but too frightened to approach. She frowned, unsure what to do, when a figure flashed in. Seeing this, her face lit up with joy, and she cried out for help, "Young Marquis, please persuade the Princess! She refuses to drink her medicine and is threatening to go to jail!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Fuge leisurely raised an eyebrow, his fox-like, cunning eyes narrowing slightly, giving Luan Xuan an unfathomable smile.

Luan Xuan felt a chill run down her spine from his smile, taking a few steps back warily, and said with a stiff upper lip, "Don't meddle in my business, move aside!" "I

'll move aside if you want me to, but first drink your medicine." Ye Fuge glanced at the steaming bowl of medicine, speaking succinctly, "I won't! Why should I listen to you!" Luan Xuan turned her head away defiantly, refusing to compromise.

Ye Fuge didn't waste any words with her. He simply chuckled, moved a stool to the doorway, and brazenly blocked her way. He casually crossed his legs, making the stool wobble back and forth, occasionally whistling leisurely, as if to say, "You won't leave until you drink your medicine."

Golden sunlight streamed down his handsome, refined face, scattering fragments of gold with his swaying motion. Two strands of black hair swayed gently in the breeze, accentuating his dashing and elegant demeanor. The little palace maid was stunned by the sight. She had never seen such a dashing, handsome man from the Central Plains. She secretly glanced at Luan Xuan, wondering why the little princess... Always looking at Ye Fuge with such dislike, this man was clearly so outstanding. Not only in the Central Plains, but even in their Liao Kingdom, he would attract countless women's hearts. "Princess, you truly don't know how lucky you are!" the little palace maid sighed inwardly, commenting. Meanwhile, Luan Xuan, standing to the side, was unaware of her maid's thoughts. She simply stood there, fuming, feeling as if her lungs were about to explode with anger, and the wound on her chest began to ache again.

She rubbed her chest, catching her breath for a while. Seeing Ye Fuge still whistling as if it were none of her business, a flash of frustrated resentment crossed her eyes. With a flick of her sleeve, she walked over, picked up the bowl of medicine on the table, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and gulped it down.

So bitter… how could this medicine be so bitter… her face contorted in agony, but she still forced herself to swallow it.

Ye Fuge glanced furtively at the furrowed brow of the girl, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, he leaned against the door, humming an even more cheerful tune.

"Hey, I'm finished drinking. Can you let me out now?" Luan Xuan slammed the small bowl down on the table, her anger barely contained.

"Of course," Ye Fuge nodded elegantly, slightly pulling his leg back to leave her a small gap.

Luan Xuan glared at him angrily, lifting her leg to step over. Just as she was about to step over with her other leg, a sudden flash of insight struck her. She stomped hard on his instep, hearing his sudden cry of pain. Then, she tilted her chin up and deliberately ground her foot several times, hearing his even more agonizing screams. With a triumphant smile, she covered her mouth and ran out quickly!

Only Ye Fuge's resentful voice echoed in the desolate courtyard covered with a thin layer of snow: "You brat!! I'll settle the score with you when I get back!!!"

Inside the dark and damp palace prison,

sturdy bars and iron locks isolated this place, turning it into a zone filled with the aura of death.

The dim, flickering torches illuminated a slender figure, the dim light barely able to illuminate the man's handsome face. The man's hands and feet were bound by heavy, suffocating shackles. But his expression remained gentle and refined, his face calm as he leaned against the cold wall, sitting motionless with his eyes closed.

"Brother Chunjian..." Suddenly, a familiar voice called from outside the prison door. Ling Chunjian's thick, dark eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head, his brows furrowing slightly: "Princess, why are you here?"

"I came to see you! Are you alright? Did they bully you? Did they hit you?" Luanxuan gripped the bars. She looked him up and down with concern, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had no obvious injuries.

“I’m fine…” Ling Chunjian gently shook his head, his gaze falling on the stab wound in her chest. A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. “It’s just that I feel really bad that the princess was injured for me…”

“I…we are…friends…” Luanxuan looked at his clear, spring-like gaze fixed on her, and her heart pounded like a deer's. Her cheeks flushed as she brushed a stray hair from her forehead, her eyes filled with a shy, flustered look. “When friends are in trouble…it’s only right to help them…”

Ling Chunjian lowered his head and smiled, then looked away, staring at the heavy shackles on his wrists. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, “If he had stabbed her any deeper, or if he hadn’t had time to pull back his strength, Princess, do you know that you wouldn’t be able to stand before me and speak to me now? In the future, Princess…it’s best not to do such foolish things again…”

“I…I…I can’t care about that…” Luanxuan had expected him to be grateful, but to her surprise, his expression remained indifferent, merely telling her not to do anything foolish again. A sudden, inexplicable feeling of grievance welled up within her. She lowered her head and murmured, "I wasn't thinking anything at the time. I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you, to prevent him from... hurting you..."

Ling Chunjian glanced at her, a strange emotion flickering in his eyes, but quickly returned to its usual calm. His gentle, distant voice held a hint of arrogance and haughtiness. "I am a man. I don't need a woman's protection. Even if my life is in danger, I don't need a woman to protect me."

"You mean... I did something wrong?!" Hearing this, Luanxuan felt even more wronged. Her dark, bright eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him, her pink lips glistening slightly in the dim candlelight.

Ling Chunjian didn't speak, only lowered his head expressionlessly. His spring-like eyes were like frozen lake water, misty and unclear. After a long while, he turned to look at her, the smile on his lips indistinct. "I'm just afraid I can't bear your expectations of me. Aren't you afraid that what Dong Xiaozi said is true? Aren't you afraid that one day I will really take away everything you care about? Aren't you afraid that one day I... will disappoint you?"

"No! I believe you won't let me down!" Luanxuan's face paled, and she shook her head repeatedly, biting her lip with a determined look. "I believe you won't. Although Dongxiaozi often tells me that people from the Central Plains like to say one thing and mean another, and are cold-hearted and cunning, I know you're not the kind of person he described!"

"Heh, how do you know I'm not?" Ling Chunjian's smile deepened, and her lake-like eyes were filled with mist.

Luanxuan bit her lip again, her eyes flickering, and looked directly at him, saying, "Because I believe, I believe you're not that kind of person. You're so devoted to your wife, so loyal and gentle, so I believe you must be a good person, definitely... Yes... I believe you, and you will never let Luanxuan down..."

Hearing this, Ling Chunjian's eyes, usually shimmering like spring water, rippled with chaotic waves, as if someone were repeatedly striking the layer of ice within them with a boulder. Small pieces of ice shattered from his eyes, leaving cracks. He patted his chest, slowly closed his eyes again, and said softly, "This prison is too damp. The princess has just recovered and shouldn't stay long. I'm also a little tired and want to rest for a while. The princess should go back soon."

Luanxuan's gaze lowered somewhat dejectedly, and she nodded gently, "Okay, then I'll go back. Don't worry, I will definitely get you out."

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Author's Note: Another update tonight!

Chapter 179: Tell Him You Won't Go with Him (Limited)

Outside the city, a carriage sped through a plum grove. Snow-like plum blossoms drifted down in the cold northern air, falling gently like fluttering snowflakes.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the plum grove, abruptly blocking the carriage. The driver immediately tightened his grip on the reins, and the snow-white steed reared up, neighing loudly, and came to a stop just in front of the person.

"It's you?" Yelü Xuanyun looked at the person beneath the carriage, his expression somewhat surprised.

Chi Mu didn't say much, only kneeling on one knee, his gaze earnest: "If the Seventh Prince is going to find Princess Yu Luo, please allow me to accompany you."

Yelü Xuanyun lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Give me a reason."

Chi Mu's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed in a complex way, twitched a few times, and suddenly, as if defiant, he raised his head, his eyes blazing, "Seventh Prince, do you still remember that when I was in prison, I had a biological sister? She... is my biological sister!"

"Sister?!" Yelü Xuanyun's shock was truly extraordinary. He looked at the man kneeling beneath his horse in astonishment, his delicate, handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed, unable to discern the truth for a moment.

Should he still believe him? Should he trust this man who had so cruelly betrayed him again? "I will tell the Seventh Prince the whole story later, but time is of the essence now, we..."

"Get on the horse." Not wanting to delay any longer, after a moment's hesitation, Yelü Xuanyun chose to trust this man. After all, this man was his childhood friend in the palace, and his only friend in the palace. Although Nusang'er's disappearance again had become common knowledge in the palace, because of his lack of power, how many people truly cared about her whereabouts? Most people were just ordered to go out for a quick look and then hastily returned to the palace to rest, no one cared about her safety. Except for them.

Hearing this, Chi Mu immediately felt relieved, looked up with gratitude and smiled, then gripped his long sword, gracefully leaped onto the carriage, took the whip from Yelü Xuanyun, gave the horse a heavy flick on its rump, and drove the carriage straight into the depths of the plum grove. Drunken

Dance Shenxiang Tower. Behind the crystal curtains, a warm fragrance

filled the room, the scent of roses mingling with the sounds of their lovemaking, drifting like smoke and mist.

Within the layers of intertwined rose-red and deep purple curtains, two men and a woman lay on the bed, engaged in passionate lovemaking. The woman's soft sobs occasionally escaped, further hardening the men's erections.

"Mmm...hmm...it's so full...no more..."

Nu Sang'er felt as if she were about to burst, her moist inner walls tightly gripping their swollen members, the veins bulging clearly visible. Each small breath brought a subtle friction between the veins and the inner walls, an ambiguous yet oppressive sensation that made her cheeks burn as she buried her face in Hua Duzhuo's chest, moaning seductively.

"Your moans are so seductive! Sang'er, do you like this feeling? Hmm? Say you like this feeling!" Hua Duzhuo listened to her soft, weak moans, feeling waves of tingling pleasure coursing through his body. The sensation of pleasure made him grip her waist even tighter, thrusting his massive member deep into her swollen flower cave again and again, forcing her to enjoy the feeling as he commanded her to moan.

"Ah... um..."

"...So deep... ah... don't go in anymore... I've reached the top... don't go in any further..."

Nu Sang'er moaned repeatedly from his brute force and frenzied thrusting, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, and the spring water at her vaginal opening flowed incessantly.

“…It’s so tight inside…this little slut’s mouth is so good at sucking…so tight and wet…does she not want us to leave, huh?…” Zi Buyu knelt behind her, letting his purplish-red member move in and out of her buttocks at varying speeds, sometimes slowly grinding, sometimes wildly thrusting, causing Nu Sang’er to burst into tears, kicking her legs wildly, trying to escape this terrible pleasure and torment.

But Zi Buyu just smiled wickedly, gripping her waist, letting his enormous desire bury itself deeper and deeper into her tender pink buttocks, until it reached the cervix and then continued to twist inside, so that his entire member was completely inside that tight anus. “So deep…too deep…no…no more…ooh…too deep…stop…please…”

His raging desire thrust in fiercely, repeatedly pounding into the soft cervix, the unprecedented pain and pleasure making Nu Sang’er cry and shake her head in fear. Tears streamed down her face, and broken, lewd moans escaped her lips.

"Ah...uh...ahhh..."

"Lian'er...is it comfortable? Do you like this feeling? Hmm? Say you like it, say you like this feeling!" Hua Duzhuo thrust wildly inside her while wiping away her tears, forcefully gripping her chin, his eyes bloodshot, roaring almost desperately, "Say it, you like this feeling, say you like the feeling of me inside you!"

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er felt as if her chin was about to be crushed by him, but looking at the deep despair in his eyes, why did she suddenly feel a pang of heartache?

"Say it, say you like this feeling! Say you like the feeling I give you!!" Hua Duzhu roared even louder, forcefully spreading her snowy buttocks apart with both hands, separating the two fleshy cheeks to the extreme. Ignoring her tears and cries of pain, he aimed his even more swollen member at her unbearably red and swollen little hole and thrust it in hard, each time deeper and harder, the heavy impacts, deep and fierce, like pile driving, as if he wanted to nail her through, making her unable to leave him.

"Ugh...no...it hurts...it hurts...um...ah...ahhh..." Nu Sang'er's face turned as pale as snow from the pain he was inflicting. She tried in vain to tighten her legs, trying to alleviate the tearing pain, but her buttocks were only pulled open further, enduring the violent thrusting and impact of the two men time and time again.

"Ah...ah..."

"So tight...Lian'er...look at your little mouth, it doesn't want us to leave...it doesn't want us to leave..."

"Why ask her if she likes it or not? Look at how much her juices are flowing, isn't that the best proof?!"

"Ah... um... ah ah ah... um... um um..."

Nu Sang'er lay on top of the two men, her bruised body swaying weakly in a lewd arc with their rhythm. She felt weak all over, and her lower body was in so much pain that she was about to lose all feeling. Just when she thought she was about to be made to pass out again, she suddenly heard a commotion outside the door.

"You... who are you?!... You can't come in!!... Ouch!!!" Accompanied by a sharp scream from outside the door, the door was forced open. Two men appeared in the doorway.

"Brother... Seventh Prince..." Nu Sang'er looked at the two men outside the door through teary eyes, her body trembling slightly, wondering if she was dreaming.

Seeing the three of them naked and engaged in intercourse, and witnessing Nu Sang'er being so violated, Chi Mu's face turned ashen with rage. Clenching her fists, she shouted, "You...shameless!!!"

"...Shameless? If sexual intercourse is shameless, then your unauthorized intrusion into someone else's space, ruining their mood, and then pointing fingers and cursing them for being shameless—is that shameful too??" Sensing the intense killing intent emanating from Chi Mu, Zi Buyu smiled wickedly, casually withdrawing his massive member from Nu Sang'er's anus. Nu Sang'er's body trembled, her face flushed, and she let out another soft moan, as if something was flowing from between her legs. She quickly shrank back, her face still red, her watery eyes filled with shame.

Enraged, Chi Mu drew her cold sword without a word and leaped into the air, the icy blade piercing straight towards Zi Buyu and Hua Duzhuo, its cold light flashing, intent on taking their lives.

His swordsmanship was fast, but Zi Buyu's movements were even faster. He grabbed the robe from the bed, spun around, put the clothes back on, drew his black gold whip, and flung him out the window to fight outside.

Inside the room, with the departure of the two, an eerie silence descended. Only the sporadic sounds of clashing weapons outside the window drifted in.

No one spoke. Nu Sang'er was too ashamed to say anything, while Ye Xuanyun was stunned, unsure of what to say. After a moment, Hua Duzhuo broke the silence. He put his arm around Nu Sang'er's waist, his smile gentle and moving: "Lian'er, come, go tell him you won't go back with him. You love me, you want to be with me."

Nu Sang'er was stunned, her eyes turning to Ye Lu Xuanyun. Ye Lu Xuanyun also looked at her, his clear, untroubled eyes showing no disgust or disdain, pure and untainted. Only a trace of heartache lingered in her dark eyes.

For some reason, Nu Sang'er felt a pang of sadness, a shameful guilt making her push against Hua Duzhuo's bare chest, tears welling in her eyes, choking out, "Let me go! I want to go back!! I want to go back!!"

Hua Duzhuo gave a cold, mocking laugh, raising his hand to pinch her chin, his gaze piercing and venomous as he looked at her. His other hand pointed directly at Yelü Xuanyun's broken legs, his expression sarcastic and mocking, "What are you doing with someone like that? What can he give you? An unfavored prince..." "What's the point of staying with a useless piece of trash who can't even perform sexual acts?! If you stay with him, your wanton body will be lonely!"

He paused, his smile growing even more vicious and cruel. "No, your body is already very thirsty, isn't it? Otherwise, how could so much fluid come out with just a slight touch from us? Didn't you beg me to give it to you that night? If you go back with this piece of trash, you'll be sexually frustrated every day! Holding back like this is bad for your body!"

"Don't say it... don't say it... you forced me to... you drugged me... that's why I became like that..." Nu Sang'er pounded on Hua Duzhuo's chest, refusing to let him touch her again, her eyes brimming with tears as she pleaded.

Her eyes were red as she looked at Yelü Xuanyun, whose brows were slightly furrowed. Seeing his depressed and gloomy gaze, a sudden pang of pain shot through her heart, and tears streamed down her face. Her fingers clenched tightly in her palms, and an inexplicable impulse made her bite her lip and say, "No matter what you say about the Seventh Prince… I… I love the Seventh Prince. I love him, only him, no matter what he's like, I… I love him…"

Yelü Xuanyun was taken aback. A glimmer of light flashed in his clear, serene eyes. He looked at her quietly, and after a long while, a fleeting smile appeared on his lips. His voice was ethereal, "Are you telling the truth?"

Nu Sang'er nodded gently, tears welling in her eyes… her gaze as bright and moving as stars in the midnight sky: "Yes…"

"Hehehe…hehe…hahahaha…what a match made in heaven…hahaha…what a love stronger than gold…" I never thought I'd lose to a good-for-nothing. Very well, very well indeed! "Hahahaha...hahaha..."

Hua Duzhuo suddenly burst into wild laughter, but the laughter was filled with panic and desolation. His eyes were filled with the desolate grayness of fallen glory. He grabbed Nu Sang'er's arm, flung her off the bed, and threw her clothes at her one by one. His cold, ruthless gaze showed no mercy, only a deathly gray darkness. "Get out! Get out of here now!!! Never appear in front of me again!!! Never, ever let me see you again!!!" Nu

Sang'er choked back tears as she got up from the ground, slowly dressed, glanced back at Hua Duzhuo standing with his back to them, wiped the tears that fell again from her cheeks with her sleeve, and pushed Yelü Xuanyun out with red eyes...

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Author's Note: Oh dear, my little husband has been tortured by me again... and by melodramatic melodrama... Pfft, oh dear, I didn't want to, but I've been reading a very melodramatic "The King's Woman" lately, and then I was tortured by Luo Feng, and I thought, oh dear, his sad expression is both torture and cute... so... so... tsk tsk

Chapter 180 Sang'er's Initiative

Inside the room, the woman was wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, gently resting her head on the shoulder of the man beside her, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering slightly in the candlelight, slowly ending this long narration.

"That's how everything is..."

"So, the real Princess Yu Luo is dead, and you and Chi Mu really are siblings, you are his biological sister?" After hearing the whole story, Yelü Xuanyun couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. Although he had suspected her identity long ago, he had always kept this faint doubt to himself and never thought much of it. Now that he knew the whole story, he was stunned. After a long silence, he suddenly smiled softly, a smile that was both self-deprecating and somewhat enlightened. His soft voice echoed in the night like a cloud, "No wonder you like Fifth Imperial Uncle so much. It turns out that you two had already planted the seeds of love when you were young..."

"Yes..." Nu Sang'er nodded, resting her face on his shoulder, looking up at him with deep guilt in her eyes, "You... will you blame me for lying to you for so long... I'm sorry... I... I shouldn't have lied to you..." Yelü

Xuanyun smiled and shook his head, his gaze calm and frank, "I don't blame you. I know you have your reasons. Besides, it's just a change in the title of princess. You are still you, aren't you?" Nu

Sang'er stared intently at him, her gentle, lotus-like gaze meeting his clear, bright eyes. A strange emotion flickered between them. She felt his gaze had suddenly become so dazzling and burning, like a suppressed flame beneath charred charcoal, as if a mere breeze could ignite it completely, spreading wildly. The heat within held a seductive allure that could easily captivate.

"Seventh Prince..." she bit her lip, somewhat flustered, her face flushed as she lowered her head. "Didn't I say you could just call me Xuan Yun?" Yelü Xuan Yun gently corrected her, looking down at her shyly curled fingers hidden in her sleeve. A surge of emotion welled up within him, and he couldn't help but slowly reach out and gently grasp her slightly cold fingers in his palm.

Nu Sang'er's fingers trembled slightly. She looked up at the mirage-like, rare, and breathtakingly beautiful light shimmering in Yelü Xuanyun's eyes, like a multicolored cloud. For a moment, she was mesmerized, unable to pull her fingers away from his grasp, as if she couldn't bear to look at his radiant, magnificent gaze.

Seeing that she didn't pull away, Yelü Xuanyun squeezed her fingers again, his expression focused and gentle, a slight blush rising on his handsome face.

Nu Sang'er's cheeks also flushed. They sat quietly side by side, holding hands, listening to each other's heartbeats, one after another.

After an unknown amount of time, Hua Duzhuo suddenly asked softly, "Sang'er, when you told Hua Duzhuo that you liked me, was it true?"

"Mmm..." Nu Sang'er, leaning against his shoulder, almost asleep, responded softly, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Upon hearing this, a sweet smile appeared on Yelü Xuanyun's lips, as if he had eaten honey. After a long silence, he asked again, "Then... what about Fifth Imperial Uncle?"

"..." This time, the person beside him did not reply.

Yelü Xuanyun turned his head slightly and saw her sleeping face. He paused, then chuckled softly, his clear eyes falling on her sweet and obedient sleeping face. His gaze deepened, and he couldn't help but lower his head slightly, gently placing a kiss on her cheek.

Nu Sang'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. Actually, she wasn't truly asleep; she just didn't know how to answer. She liked Yelü Xuanyun. Every time he was around, she felt safe, secure, and attached. But she couldn't distinguish whether this liking was love, or the same as her feelings for Yelü Zhuo. She couldn't tell, couldn't understand, yet she didn't want to hurt him or lose him so easily. Perhaps they needed some time for her to understand... whether she had truly fallen in love with him...

The days that followed could be described as pleasant or peaceful. In this snowy winter, the Liao palace suddenly regained a long-lost tranquility and serenity. There was even a hint of joy, for example, Yelü Zhuo's battlefield victories repeatedly reached the palace, greatly boosting the morale of the court and the army. Also, Yelü Gonglin, who always liked to cause trouble, quieted down, changing his usual unruly and violent temper, and began to 'cultivate his character'. He even stopped causing trouble for Yelü Xuanyun and rarely came to 'Qiyun Palace' anymore.

Although winter in Liao was much colder than in Song, the hundreds of birds in the 'Hundred Birds Garden' seemed completely unfazed by the frigid weather. They continued to flutter their colorful feathers, dancing in the endless white snow to the accompaniment of Yelü Xuanyun's flute music, occasionally raising their necks in unison to sing and chant.

Nu Sang'er's favorite spot was by the window, nestled against a hand warmer, close to Yelü Xuanyun, listening to his ethereal and melodious flute music, watching the birds sing and dance in the snow. She would never forget that scene. At that moment, she even thought that if… time could stop right then and there, perhaps that would be a kind of happiness. Almost every evening, Yelü Xuanyun would lean against the window and play tunes for Nusang'er and the birds. One day, as his flute playing was nearing its end, two large birds among the birds, one emerald and one yellow, suddenly became aroused. The yellow bird chirped and flapped its wings, circling the emerald bird incessantly, its calls urgent and its flight chaotic. The male bird seemed oblivious to everything, only circling the female bird. While maintaining its balance, the male bird climbed onto the female bird's back, its bright red beak occasionally nibbling at the female bird's emerald feathers. Soon, the female bird also became aroused. They flapped their wings together, the female bird's tail raised, the male bird's tail lowered, and they began to entwine passionately and eagerly, occasionally raising their necks and emitting a hoarse call or two.

This was the first time Nu Sang'er had ever witnessed such a scene of birds mating, and she was momentarily stunned, simply staring blankly . Yelü Xuanyun also paused for a moment, and the soft melody quietly ceased.

As Nu Sang'er watched, she couldn't help but blush slightly. Her gaze shifted somewhat unnaturally downwards, then fixed on Yelü Xuanyun's lower body with surprise. Under the thin blanket covering his abdomen, his private parts were prominently bulging, like a small hill, standing between his legs.

Seeing her unusual expression, Yelü Xuanyun followed her gaze downwards. When he saw his own erection, he was also startled. Looking at Nu Sang'er's blushing, swollen, pink face, his own cheeks flushed slightly. He awkwardly feigned discomfort, coughing lightly and covering his private parts with his hand, his gaze casually drifting elsewhere.

Nu Sang'er snapped out of her daze, looking at his flushed handsome face and somewhat embarrassed expression, and realized her rudeness. But... based on experience, he seemed to be in great pain down there... so swollen, he probably wanted to release...

For some reason, looking at the small mound, Nu Sang'er, as if possessed, slowly reached out and gently stroked that place.

When her fingers touched his private parts, they both shuddered simultaneously. Yelü Xuanyun turned to look at her with a puzzled expression, his clear eyes like clouds and mist, unfathomable. However, a deep look of astonishment still appeared on Feng Ling's handsome face. Nu Sang'er herself was also startled by her own actions. She seemed to have been hit hard by something... She covered her mouth and stood up abruptly, her face flushed as she stammered, "I...I suddenly remembered...there are still some things in the kitchen that haven't been brought back, I...I...I'll go check if they're ready..."

Yelü Xuanyun watched her hurried and stumbling figure run out, paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled with a hint of helplessness. However, when his gaze fell on the small mound beneath his abdomen, he thought of her hand earlier... The feeling of being in this position, a wisp of longing gradually filled her clear eyes... This feeling, it seems quite nice...

Days flowed by like water, passing by in a flash, and more than ten days had passed. Nu Sang'er was still enjoying this rare peace as always, but Yelü Xuanyun's expression was gradually changing. His brows began to furrow slightly from time to time. When he was alone, he would always stare at a certain spot on the roof, lost in thought, as if he were struggling to find a solution. Occasionally, a hint of depressed hesitation and contradiction would appear between his brows, as if he was struggling with something.

Nu Sang'er naturally noticed his change, but she didn't know whether she should ask him what was wrong. One day, the two were eating breakfast when Yelü Xuanyun, for some reason, stopped eating and stared blankly at the food with a furrowed brow.

Unable to suppress her worry, Nu Sang'er bit her lip and asked softly.

"Xuanyun...is something on your mind?"

Yelü Xuanyun's gaze lowered slightly as she came back to her senses. She glanced at Nu Sang'er, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Sang'er, haven't you noticed that the people in the palace have been acting strangely these days?"

Nu Sang'er blinked, thought for a moment, and shook her head. "I don't see anything strange about them."

Yelü Xuanyun frowned again, her eyes lowered with worry. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but this calm feels a bit off. I have a bad feeling, like something's about to happen."

"...Really? Could it be that you haven't been resting well lately? Are you overthinking things?"

"..." Yelü Xuanyun looked at Nu Sang'er's worried eyes, her gaze flickered, and she patted her hand with a smile. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and placed it in Nu Sang'er's bowl, saying softly, "Never mind, maybe I really am overthinking things. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat, or it'll get cold."

"Hmm!"

Nu Sang'er smiled and was about to eat when a palace maid rushed in, knelt on the ground, and shouted, "Reporting to the Seventh Prince, something terrible has happened in the palace!!"

Yelü Xuanyun's expression changed drastically, and he said urgently, "What is it?! Speak quickly!!"

"I heard that last night, after the Crown Prince got drunk, he broke into the inner palace and, under the influence of alcohol, raped the King's most beloved concubine. To make matters worse, the King caught him in the act while he was resting in the inner palace! The King was furious and berated the Crown Prince! He ordered him to be confined to Fuling Temple to reflect on his actions..."

"And then?!" Yelü Xuanyun pressed on impatiently. "But for some reason, the Crown Prince not only refused to be punished but also insulted and cursed the King! I heard that the King was enraged after hearing this and ordered the Crown Prince's execution!"

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Author's Note: Birds mating, really is like this, just for fun, *chuckle*

Chapter 181 The White Epiphyllum's Trick

Snow blanketed the ground. Yelü Xuanyun knelt stiffly in the thick snow, his hair and shoulders covered with a thin layer of ice. His pale fingers hung stiffly in his sleeves, the tips red from the cold. His body trembled incessantly in the howling north wind, his pale, handsome face bloodless and deathly white in the biting cold. Yet his eyes remained unwavering, fixed intently on the tightly closed, imposing vermilion door atop the steps.

Waiting for something, anticipating something.

Suddenly, the vermilion door opened a crack, and an old eunuch emerged. Seeing the seventh prince still kneeling rigidly outside, almost frozen like a snowman, he was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly staggered down the steps, saying with some heartache, "Seventh Prince, why are you still kneeling here? The King will not see you. Seventh Prince, please heed this old servant's advice, don't concern yourself with this matter anymore, go back to the palace to rest." Yelü Xuanyun slowly shook his head, his eyes fixed on the imposing vermilion door. His serene gaze surged with a dark, depressed light. His colorless lips moved for a moment before finally uttering a weak sound, trembling and broken by the snow, "What is Father doing?"

“Your Majesty… he…” The old eunuch felt a pang of pity, but he didn’t want to give him false hope. After a moment’s thought, he told the truth, “His Majesty is currently drinking tea and painting with Consort Yu. He has also ordered this old servant that anyone who pleads for the First Prince, whether a prince or a minister, is to be refused entry.” “…” Yelü Xuanyun lowered his gaze sadly, his body trembling even more violently. “Seventh Prince, please forgive this old servant for speaking out, but His Majesty has made up his mind to convict the First Prince, and no one will change his mind. Seventh Prince, you should not get involved in this mess. Otherwise, if you anger His Majesty, not only will you lose the First Prince, but you yourself will also be implicated.” “Eunuch Tuomu, my eldest brother was just drunk for a moment, it’s understandable. Please, Eunuch Tuomu, help me see my father. Perhaps I can… persuade my father…”

"Seventh Prince...this...alas...this old servant truly dares not disobey His Majesty's command...alas...this old servant has said all that needs to be said...If the Seventh Prince still wishes to kneel, this old servant will not stop him...this old servant has other matters to attend to...I will take my leave now..."

The old eunuch finished speaking, sighed heavily, and bowed as he retreated. Yelü Xuanyun's eyes trembled slightly, his frozen fingers twitched slightly, and he remained kneeling motionless in the snow-covered ground, head bowed. This kneeling was his gamble. He had neither power nor the favor of his father. Yelü Xuanyun could only gamble with the last vestige of blood ties. He believed that no father in the world would be so heartless as to let his son kneel in the freezing snow all night without a word. And when his high and mighty father softened, that would be his chance to fight for hope.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, terribly wrong. His high and mighty father acted as if he didn't exist at all, showing him absolutely no concern. As evening fell, the sound of soft, alluring strings drifted from the depths of the main hall, each note both vivid and enchanting.

That day, snow fell all night, and he knelt from dawn till dusk. He felt as if he were encased in ice, his body trapped in a millennium-old freeze, almost numb with cold. Although his crippled legs had been numb for years, that night, even they felt the bone-chilling cold. His face grew paler and paler, even more so than the falling snowflakes. But no matter how cold and painful he was, his eyes remained fixed on the magnificent, deep red gate. The bright light in his clear eyes dimmed little by little with the boundless night, as if something was slowly falling from them, or as if someone was cruelly and brutally peeling something away from his clear, quiet eyes with an icy blade, forcing him to see what the true reality was.

Gradually, his thoughts became somewhat blurred. Passing through that gate and through the swirling snow, he seemed to see the scene from years past. He saw his mother wrapped in a straw mat and left in the freezing wilderness. He saw himself, with a persistent high fever, curled up in his small body on the sickbed, struggling alone and painfully trying to survive. Meanwhile, on the other side, the high and mighty king was embracing other women in a passionate embrace. He saw that every time that man looked at him over the years, his eyes held a distant, cold, disdainful, disgusted, and mocking gaze. No father in the world would look at his son with such eyes, but that man did.

So, over the years, that man had changed a lot, but one thing had never changed, remained unchanged: he was still completely indifferent to Yelü Xuanyun's life and death... Yelü Xuanyun looked at the thin layer of ice and snow that had formed on his body with blurred vision, forced a smile, but before the smile could finish, it was covered by the wind and snow again. A warm drop fell from his eye, so hot, so painful... What was this?

“Xuanyun…stop kneeling…come back with me…come back…” A soft, tearful voice suddenly rang out from the night. “Heh~” Yelü Xuanyun gently turned to look at her, his quiet gaze filled with self-mockery and sorrow. “You know…I only realized today that my life and death are of no importance to him…not even as important as a dancer’s dance…”

Nu Sang’er tenderly wiped away the tears on his face, hugging him tightly with all her might, as if trying to give him all her warmth. She choked out, “Let’s go back, let’s go back!! You’re not alone, you still have me, you still have me…even if no one else cares about your life or death, I do, I do!!”

“Sang’er…” Yelü Xuanyun’s eyes were moist as he held her in his arms, burying his handsome face in her shoulder, his gaze so intense it was hard to breathe. “Never leave me…”

Ten days later.

In the damp, dark prison, a series of loud and hurried footsteps echoed from one side of the cell to a corner at the far end.

"The Sixth Prince seems to be in a very good mood today." Through the prison bars, Ling Chunjian glanced at that corner of the dark blue robe out of the corner of his eye, a faint and cool smile on his lips.

"Ha, indeed, quite good, no, it should be said, excellent!" Yelü Gonglin also revealed a smile, but that smile was different from Ling Chunjian's clear and cold one, carrying seven parts evil and three parts coldness. "Hehehe, Lord Ling is indeed worthy of being the number one strategist of the Western Xia Kingdom. It was just a small trick, yet it helped me get rid of my eldest brother!! It relieved my long-standing heartache!!" Yelü Gonglin smiled with a slanted mouth, his ruthless eyes filled with bloodthirsty pleasure. "It's just a pity you didn't see that satisfying scene. My eldest brother's head was chopped off so easily!! Blood splattered on the spot!! Haha, so satisfying! So satisfying!! It's a pity you were in prison and couldn't see it with your own eyes, which is a bit of a regret!"

As Yelü Gonglin said this, his expression genuinely revealed a trace of regret. "It doesn't matter, as long as the Sixth Prince is happy, that's enough." Ling Chunjian smiled neither humbly nor arrogantly, his expression as indifferent as ice.

Yelü Gonglin raised an eyebrow and smiled, glancing at the heavy handcuffs on his hands. He reached out to steady himself against the bars, and said in a reassuring tone, "I know it's unfair to keep you locked up here temporarily, but to avoid suspicion and to prevent Dong Xiaozi from becoming suspicious, this prince had no other choice. Please forgive me, Young Master Ling!" "Sixth Prince, please don't mind. I eat and sleep well here, it's not much different from outside." "Ha, it's good that you think that way. Let's not talk about that. Today is a day to celebrate, so I specially brought some fine wine to reward you, as a celebration of our first successful collaboration!"

"I'm not good at drinking, so let's not waste this fine wine..." Ling Chunjian said calmly, shaking her head as if to refuse. "How could it be wasting it? I'm in a very good mood today, so don't do anything to spoil the mood!" Yelü Gonglin said loudly, leaving no room for refusal. He turned around and gave a wink

to the person behind him, and the guard immediately opened the cage and brought in a bottle of fine wine. Ling Chunjian knew that with his domineering and flamboyant nature, he didn't like being disobeyed again and again, so she didn't say anything more. She simply raised her hand gracefully, poured herself a cup, and slowly took a sip.

Yelü Gonglin's slightly gloomy expression softened, his smile deepening and languid as he gently stroked a strand of hair falling over his shoulder. He then deliberately adopted a pitying demeanor. "It seems I underestimated Yu Lu before. I never imagined she could not only bewitch Father, but even my eldest brother was captivated by her. If it weren't for my eldest brother's infatuation, we probably wouldn't have been able to act so easily. Who knew my poor, unjustly killed eldest brother would have had the desire but not the courage? It's a pity that even in his dying moments, Father refused to believe his innocence, that he was framed. Heh... Father... in this lifetime, the only person he truly believed was himself..."

He paused... He paused for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned eccentric and arrogant, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. "And there's something even more ridiculous," he said. "That fool Yelü Xuanyun actually knelt in the snow for a whole day to save my eldest brother, but what was the result? Father still ignored him completely! Haha… My naive younger brother… so adorably foolish… Doesn't he know that in Father's heart, nothing is more important than the power in his hands? Once someone steps onto that forbidden ground, even his own flesh and blood, he won't show the slightest mercy." "Like father, like son," he continued, "it seems you are indeed more suitable to be the King of the Great Liao Kingdom than your brothers." Ling Chunjian smiled coolly, expressionless, and took another sip of wine. "I'll take this as a compliment." Yelü Gonglin narrowed his eyes and chuckled wickedly, his brown eyes as dark as ink in the dim candlelight. "Next, what should we do?" Ling Chunjian stroked the jade cup, lowered his eyes, and smiled faintly. That smile was like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the midnight, dazzling yet containing a deadly venom... "Next, it'll be your fifth uncle's turn. Do you want him to die a gruesome death, or suffer a fate worse than death?"

Chapter 182 Yelü Zhuo Wants to Usurp the Throne?

In the 'Dongxian Ge', a man in red robes lay drunk on a chaise longue, two red and white ribbons from a mahogany hairpin fluttering wildly in the wind beside his face, his bewitchingly handsome face calm and undisturbed. The incessant noise around him seemed completely unheard.

"Dongxiaozi!! Dongxiaozi!!! Dongxiaozi!!!" Luanxuan stood beside him, her voice almost hoarse from calling out, but she received no response. Seeing that he was deliberately pretending to be drunk and ignoring her, she finally ran out of patience. Her eyes flashed, and she pounced on him in a fit of anger, biting his arm hard.

Dongxiaozi watched her tilt her head, biting his arm in frustration, and his thin lips curved slightly indifferently. With an elegant flick of his wrist, he pinched her chubby cheek with his nimble fingers and pulled it upwards with a gentle but firm motion.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Luanxuan cried out immediately, clutching her cheek as she broke free from his clutches. Seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes, she pouted and said aggrievedly, "You're cheating! You're just bullying me!! You're just bullying me!!"

Dongxiaozi smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back, and poured it down his throat. The clear wine poured down like a spring, flowing perfectly into his elegantly parted red lips. The alluring light in his beautiful eyes seemed even more intoxicating than the thousand-year-old blush of his face.

Luanxuan stared blankly at his irresistibly charming expression and actions, momentarily stunned. After a long while, she came to her senses, licked her lips as if thirsty, and then began to whine, smiling ingratiatingly as she rubbed against him, gently tugging at his sleeve and swaying it from side to side.

“Dong Xiaozi, Ling Chunjian has been locked up in prison for many days. Go and tell your sixth brother that you won’t pursue this further, okay? Ask him to release Ling Chunjian, okay?”

Dong Xiaozi sneered, his bewitching, cold eyes glancing at her chest with a hint of mockery. “You’ve already forgotten the pain after your injury has just healed? Why can’t you learn your lesson! You’ll regret it sooner or later if you don’t listen to me!”

“I won’t regret it, I won’t regret it!! I just want you to get your sixth brother to release Ling Chunjian!” Luan Xuan grabbed his sleeve, shaking it even harder.

Dong Xiaozi seemed too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, coldly closing his eyes. “It’s not like I’m the one who locked him up. If you remember, why don’t you go and beg your sixth brother yourself!”

“If he were willing to listen to me, why would I beg you!” Seeing that she had been pestering him for three whole days, yet he remained unmoved by either soft or hard tactics and refused to release her. Luanxuan was both angry and anxious, her eyes reddening and welling up with tears. She pouted and mumbled something.

Dongxiaozi ignored her, continuing to drink his wine at a leisurely pace, his alluring eyes occasionally glancing at the pale yellow plum tree outside the window. His hazy, drunken eyes held a chilling clarity.

"Waaah…" Luanxuan bit her lip, then suddenly squatted down, her eyes red, and began to sob softly. Each sob was like a broken string on a zither, impossible to ignore, and sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Dongxiaozi's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly; he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, hesitating to speak.

Gradually, the crying grew louder and louder. Finally, Luanxuan simply let loose and sat on the ground, wailing loudly, "Waaah... Waaah... Waaah..."

"What... What are you doing... You're not a three-year-old, are you??" Dongxiaozi was also fed up with her noise, looking at her with a mix of headache and amusement.

Luanxuan sobbed and raised her head, her wet, red eyes stubborn and willful, and crystal tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Waaah... I don't care... I just want you to let Ling Chunjian go... My eldest brother is already dead... I'm so scared... so scared... Brother Chunjian will die too... I... I don't want... Ling Chunjian to die... I don't want... Dong Xiaozi!! I beg you!! Please let him go!! Don't let my sixth brother investigate anymore!! I don't want to never see Ling Chunjian again... I'm so scared... so scared... never see him again..."

Dong Xiaozi looked at the tear-streaked, terrified little face in front of him, his brows furrowing and relaxing repeatedly. Finally, he could only sigh, pull her up from the ground, and drag her outside.

"Where... where are you taking me?" she asked, wiping away her tears as she followed behind him.

"Make Yelü Gonglin release your beloved, otherwise, even before he's dead, I'll be driven crazy by your nagging!"

"Really, are you serious?!" Luanxuan immediately burst into laughter through her tears, looking at him in disbelief. Dong Xiaozi tapped her forehead, his steps unwavering, but his smile was enigmatic. "I'll say it again," he said, "one day you'll regret all the decisions you've made..."

Dusk fell, the clouds pale and the sky ablaze with rosy light. The clusters of white clouds then transformed in a strange way, turning golden, the thick clouds dispersing into a thin mist, scattering across the horizon. A cold wind whipped up fallen leaves, their rustling sound like the mournful lament of a wronged woman, plaintive and sorrowful. The biting chill of deep winter made the already desolate 'Qiyun Palace' even more lonely and forlorn.

The dim rosy light shone through the window, landing on Yelü Xuanyun, who sat leaning against the window, and also on the exquisitely crafted golden bow with an eagle's head in his hand.

Yelü Xuanyun's fair fingers lingered on the heavy and ancient golden bow, her shimmering eyes reflecting a deep and sorrowful remembrance and longing.

"Xuanyun, once your legs are fully healed, your eldest brother will take you to the grasslands to shoot eagles! We'll use this bow, and you'll definitely become the best archer in our Liao Kingdom!"

"Xuanyun, don't worry, I've already sent people to search for miraculous medicines in the Central Plains and Western Xia. With your eldest brother here, your legs will definitely get better!! You mustn't give up on yourself!!"

"Elder brother..." Yelü Xuanyun's fingers tightened around the ancient golden bow, his face filled with helpless pain and guilt, his watery eyes also filled with deep self-blame and regret. "Xuanyun... don't blame yourself anymore, you've done your best... I think if the eldest prince were alive, he wouldn't want you to be immersed in sadness and guilt every day..." Nusang'er sat considerately beside him, her eyes brimming with tender affection.

"Yes, I know... Don't worry, I'm fine... It's just a sudden bout of sadness..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled gently, taking her slightly cold hand in his own, holding it tightly in his palm, his eyes regaining a spark of light. "By the way, I have some good news to tell you."

"What good news?" Nu Sang'er asked curiously.

"Fifth Imperial Uncle sent a letter saying that the campaign is going well and he will be setting off back to Liao in a few days.

" "Really?!" Nu Sang'er's eyes trembled, as if another shooting star had streaked across the sky, casting an exceptionally bright light in her eyes. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with disbelief as she exclaimed.

"Of course it's true, when have I ever lied to you?"

"He's coming back...he's really coming back...that's wonderful...thank God, he's alright!" The heavy weight that had been pressing on Nu Sang'er's heart for days was finally about to be lifted. Her cheeks flushed as she murmured softly. Suddenly, she raised her eyes, looking at Yelü Xuanyun with some longing. "Where is that letter? Can I see it?"

In the past few days, she had learned many characters from Yelü Xuanyun, not only those from the Central Plains but also quite a bit of Khitan script. Looking at her anxious and longing eyes, and her flushed cheeks, Yelü Xuanyun's gaze flickered slightly. The smile on his lips was the same as when they first met, with a hint of teasing and a hint of probing. "Then...why don't you kiss me first, and then I'll give you the letter?"

"Kiss...you...?" Nu Sang'er paused, looking at the smile on his face and the faint glow of a campfire in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed red, as if something was burning them, making her fidget nervously with her sleeves, remaining silent.

Seeing her expression, Yelü Xuanyun knew she was unwilling, and his heart skipped a beat. The bright campfire in his eyes was extinguished by a breath, and he coughed lightly, forcing a smile, "I was just teasing you. Here, I'll give it to you..."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyelashes to conceal the emotions surging within, reaching for the letter, only to have his face suddenly covered by something warm.

He was startled, then a gentle, radiant smile slowly spread across his face. His eyes shone brightly, captivating all who saw them. He couldn't help but take her small hand, his voice soft and tender as he called, "Sang'er..."

Nu Sang'er blushed, her expression shy. She was also somewhat surprised that she had actually kissed him first. She had only subconsciously avoided seeing his earlier disappointed and restrained expression. She loved seeing him smile like this now, a warm smile seemingly filled with happiness. She loved seeing him happy because of her...

"Let's read this letter together, okay?" Nu Sang'er bit her lip, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes more beautiful and captivating than the sunset.

"Okay..." Yelü Xuanyun's smile grew even more radiant. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. Together, they unfolded the letter and, bathed in the golden-red glow of the sunset, slowly began to read it.

The golden-red sunlight fell on the bold, powerful characters, carrying his essence and my longing…

Brother Zhuo, you… you must come back safely.

Meanwhile, in the Liao Kingdom's main hall,

the imposing Liao King sat on his golden throne, looking at the memorial in his hand, and laughed heartily at the man standing in the hall.

“Haha, another victory!! Yelü Zhuo is indeed the Liao Kingdom's God of War! With him on the front lines, what are those Central Plains people and Western Xia people!! I believe that in time, this world will belong to me alone!! Hahahaha!! Lin'er, you should learn more from your Fifth Imperial Uncle!!”

Yelü Gonglin smiled gently, nodding in agreement, “Fifth Imperial Uncle has won another victory, truly gratifying and cause for celebration, but…”

“But what?” The Liao King's smile faded slightly, and he raised an eyebrow to ask.

Yelü Gonglin lowered his head, suddenly knelt on the ground, and said respectfully, "However, there is one thing I would never dare to imitate him."

"What is it?"

"Competing for merit with Father." Yelü Gonglin raised his eyes, narrowing his deep brown eyes, and said loudly, "Father, are you aware that something is circulating among the people, and recently more and more people are spreading it. I'm afraid that if this continues, it will damage Father's reputation."

"What is being circulated? Explain yourself clearly! What merit are you competing for?!" The man sitting on the dragon throne's face darkened noticeably, and his smile vanished for a long time.

Yelü Gonglin spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word clearly: "The common people all say that Fifth Imperial Uncle is the true dragon emperor who will bless the Liao Kingdom for a hundred years! He is the true king who will unify the country. They also say that Father's throne should have been occupied by Fifth Imperial Uncle long ago. Some even hope that Father will abdicate as soon as possible and pass the throne to Fifth Imperial Uncle."

"Outrageous!! Outrageous!!!!" The burly man could no longer bear to listen. He pounded on the armrest of the dragon throne in uncontrollable rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and the flesh on his cheeks trembling with anger.

"This dragon throne was passed down from the late king, and it is my right to sit on it!! How could I possibly give it to someone else!! They are utterly despicable!! I will have them all beheaded!!" "

Father, please calm down..." Yelü Gonglin looked at the man on the throne who was raging, a sinister smile playing on his lips, but his face still maintained a humble and helpless expression. "Your subject understands, but the world cannot understand that Fifth Imperial Uncle is unruly, unrestrained, and always arrogant. He relies on his merits to overshadow the emperor and often does not take Father seriously. Now that Fifth Imperial Uncle has returned in triumph and holds military power, coupled with such rumors circulating in the capital, your subject fears that Fifth Imperial Uncle is already plotting to usurp the throne. Father must be on guard!"

Hearing this, the Liao King's brows furrowed deeply, his face devoid of any joy, replaced by intense anger. He glanced at Yelü Gonglin and said gruffly, "I understand, you may leave now!"

"Yes."

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Author's Note: Just a peek...hehe

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Chapter 183 Bloodshed in the Deep Palace

The fog in the Liao Palace at night was thick and thin, lingering, and the icy north wind, like the cold sea, carried snowflakes that danced in the sky. In the palace, a vast army stood amidst the flames. The cold, endless snow and the blinding torches echoed each other in the night sky, subtly revealing a sinister killing intent. In the darkness, arrows were nocked and drawn, a dense barrage of arrows aimed at the army in the firelight. This was not a few dozen or a few hundred people, but tens of thousands of archers, armed with heavy crossbows.

One arrow was harmless.

Ten arrows would not even harm Yelü Zhuo.

But what if there were a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand? The biting wind, carrying snowflakes, pierced through the cold bronze armor and whipped the blood-red battle cloak, yet it couldn't budge the powerful figure standing atop his horse. His long, red helmet and cascading black hair danced wildly in the snow, the fierce, bared fangs of the crimson taotie emblem on his shoulders highlighting his handsome, arrogant face with an unusually sharp edge. The man's thick brows were tightly furrowed; his face, weathered by countless battles, bore the marks of bloodshed. His eagle-like eyes scanned the firelight on the city wall and the rows of archers facing them. His deep, dark eyes were unfathomable, and he spoke in a low, somber voice, "Yelü Gonglin, what do you mean by this?" Yelü Zhuo stared coldly at him, his gaze hard as ice. Even with tens of thousands of archers pointing at him, his expression remained aloof, cold, and ruthless. However, some of his subordinates behind him were already showing signs of fear, whispering amongst themselves, their faces turning deathly pale. On the jade platform, Yelü Gonglin stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a dark blue brocade robe with black dragon patterns and a snow-white sable cloak. His demeanor was elegant yet ruthless, and the smile on his face was so hypocritical that one wanted to pierce it with a sword. "Congratulations on your triumphant return, Fifth Imperial Uncle. I wonder if you enjoy this special victory banquet that I have prepared for you?" "I want to see my brother!" Not wanting to waste any more words with him, Yelü Zhuo spoke concisely, leaving no room for negotiation in his tone. "Yes, we want to see the King!" "We want to see the King!" "See the King!" The soldiers shouted in unison. Yelü Gonglin smiled calmly and turned to the old eunuch behind him, saying in a gentle tone, "Eunuch Wei, we can begin!" The old eunuch responded with a fawning smile, then walked to the front of the platform like a proud rooster, took out the imperial edict, coughed heavily, and read in a high-pitched voice, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees that Prince Ruiyu, Yelü Zhuo, has colluded with the Western Xia, betrayed the country, and plotted rebellion. The evidence is conclusive, and he should be executed by slow slicing. However, considering Yelü Zhuo's past military achievements for the Liao Dynasty, he is hereby granted a cup of imperial wine! No disobedience is permitted. So be it!" As soon as the old eunuch finished speaking, a clamor arose from below. One of the soldiers raised his fist and shouted, while Yelü Zhuo's face remained cold and indifferent. "You're talking nonsense!! How could His Highness have colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country?? We returned victorious from a battle!! How can you say he betrayed the country?? His Highness has been wronged!! His Highness cannot die, His Highness cannot die!!" "That's right! If it weren't for His Highness leading us in the valiant annihilation of those Western Xia people, we would never have returned!! His Highness did not collude with the enemy and betray the country, His Highness is a great hero of our Liao Kingdom!! His Highness cannot die! We want to see the King! We want to get to the King's attention!" The soldiers waved their swords and spears, shouting in unison, "His Highness has been wronged!! His Highness cannot die!! We want to see the King, we want to see the King!!!" In an instant, a clamor arose below, a cacophony of noise and a boiling atmosphere of killing intent. The archers on the imperial wall immediately became alert and tense, gripping their bows tightly in their hands, raising their arms in unison, and aiming even more intently at the restless crowd below. "Brother Zhuo..." On the other side of the city wall, Nu Sang'er, who had been eagerly waiting to see him, was stunned by the sudden change in the situation. Especially after hearing the imperial edict, Nu Sang'er felt as if she had been struck by lightning, unable to even stand steadily. She barely managed to hold onto the railing and tried to run down the city wall. "Sang... Yu Luo..." Yelü Xuanyun saw the guards surrounding them brandishing their gleaming swords at them. He quickly grabbed her hand, secretly shaking his head at her, and held her hand tightly. "You... what are you doing?! When did Fifth Imperial Uncle rebel?! You are all accomplices to the tyrant, you are all bastards!!" Seeing this scene, Luan Xuan was also anxious and angry. She stood with her hands on her hips and raised her foot, shouting angrily at the guards who were pointing their swords at them. But no matter how much she cursed, the guards seemed not to hear a thing, staring at her blankly, their swords gleaming with an increasingly chilling light in the firelight. "Hehe, Fifth Imperial Uncle is truly highly respected. It seems even they are going to rebel for you!" Yelü Gonglin smiled, his eyes narrowed. With a command, several layers of huge iron nets descended from the sky, instantly enveloping everyone except Yelü Zhuo. "Release them!" After a brief moment of shock, Yelü Zhuo roared angrily, his thick brows furrowed. "These men have been loyal to you for years, haven't they?" Yelü Gonglin chuckled coldly, stroking his chin, and ordered someone to bring the wine, containing a jade bottle and cup, to Yelü Zhuo. "As long as Fifth Uncle listens to Father and drinks this wine peacefully so I can return and report, I naturally won't make things difficult for your men. Otherwise, these thousands will have to die for you." Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's gaze darkened, his fists clenching unconsciously. His sharp, arrogant dark eyes glared fiercely at the smiling man opposite him, a sea of anger churning within them. A murderous aura rose within. "You're not allowed to touch them!" "Then it's up to Fifth Imperial Uncle to choose!" "Your Highness, don't drink!" "Your Highness, don't drink!! Don't drink!!" "Your Highness, don't drink! Your Highness has treated us with boundless kindness, and we would rather die than let Your Highness bear this eternal infamy! Your Highness, don't fall for their trap! This is all a conspiracy!" The lieutenant cried anxiously in the iron cage. "Haha, what a melodious display of loyalty, even I am deeply moved. Well then... prove it to us." Yelü Gongjian's smile became even more charming, but his expression was extremely cold and ruthless. He raised his eyes and waved his hand lightly towards a corner. In an instant, a sharp arrow shot out and pierced the iron cage, penetrating straight into the lieutenant's chest. Visible blood immediately gushed from his chest. He let out a muffled scream and fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. "Luo Tu!!" Yelü Zhuo roared as he turned around. Seeing his general, who had followed him for over a decade and was about to get married in a few days, die so tragically before his eyes, his entire body trembled with rage. His sharp, fierce eyes, like those of a raging beast, glared bloodily at the person opposite him. Strands of hair on his shoulders were whipped about by the cold wind, flying wildly around his face. His murderous aura seemed to want to tear the person before him to shreds in the next second. "Yelü Gonglin!! You're courting death!!!"

Chapter 184 Hero's Loneliness

"Yelü Gonglin!! You're courting death!!!"

With Yelü Zhuo's roar, his tall, agile figure soared into the air, his cold sword drawn, radiating a chilling killing intent as it shot straight towards Yelü Gonglin.

Yelü Gonglin's expression changed slightly, but he did not dodge. A mischievous smile flashed quickly in his eyes. Instantly, a sharp whistling sound rang out again in the air. Archers on the city walls in all four directions raised their bows and arrows, and a rain of arrows rained down, as fierce as a stampede of beasts, mercilessly shooting towards him. "Brother Zhuo!! Brother Zhuo~!! Let me go, let me go!!" Nu Sang'er cried and struggled in Yelü Xuanyun's arms, screaming hysterically. But no matter how she struggled, Yelü Xuanyun held her hand tightly, locking her in his arms, his brows furrowed and silent.

Seeing the volley of arrows raining down, Yelü Zhuo knew there was no way to retreat. He wielded his unparalleled swordsmanship with impenetrable precision, the clashing of weapons echoing through the night sky. But no matter how he defended himself, he was only one person. How could he possibly withstand such a barrage of arrows? The arrows that brushed past him did not stop; instead, they shot towards the thousand-odd soldiers trapped in the iron cage. In an instant, screams and wails filled the air, and the stench of blood silently surged like a tide in the night.

Suddenly, Yelü Zhuo froze, his wrist twisting sharply. His longsword plunged into the ground, and he knelt on one knee, one hand clutching his chest. A long, black arrow was embedded in the chest of his bronze armor, its cold tip piercing his body, stained with crimson blood, piercing his heart from behind. A long, black arrow was also embedded in his arm. "Ugh..." He groaned, his crimson eyes glaring fiercely at Yelü Gonglin, his gaze as ferocious and hateful as a wild beast driven to its limit, filled with a madness that wanted to tear everything apart. He gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, expressionlessly pulled the arrow from his arm, and left it on the ground. He slowly walked towards Yelü Gonglin, ignoring the thousands of archers on the city wall who were drawing their bows and aiming at him. He was fearless, like a wounded beast, gripping his cold sword tightly. Step by step, his gaze filled with murderous intent, he approached Yelü Gonglin. Crimson blood flowed down his wrist, then slid down the cold sword in his hand, the gushing blood flowing down the blade, dripping onto the stone bricks, like a mournful melody.

All the archers were stunned by the aura emanating from Yelü Zhuo. Although the arrows were on the string, no one dared to release them. They just stared blankly as the tall, dark figure approached Yelü Gonglin step by step.

"Brother Zhuo!! Brother Zhuo!!"

A voice seemed to call out in his ear, so familiar, carrying that familiar sobbing tone. He paused, slightly raising his head to look in that direction, and saw that familiar little face, overwhelmed with sorrow and tears. She seemed to be struggling to run down, but Yelü Xuanyun held her tightly in his arms, his brows furrowed.

"The King has arrived!" A sharp voice suddenly broke the suffocating silence, announcing loudly. With that voice, the burly, bloated King of Liao appeared before everyone with steady steps.

"Your subject greets Father!" Yelü Gonglin was the first to recover, raising his voice and respectfully kneeling. Hearing this, everyone else also seemed to awaken from a dream, kneeling and kowtowing, except for one person.

The Liao King glanced at the man standing alone, covered in blood, his gaze cold and aloof like a wolf's, and said displeasedly, "Yelü Zhuo, why don't you kneel before me?" Yelü Zhuo neither answered nor knelt, but instead stared intently at the king in his dragon robes with his dark, deep eyes, his own eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and cold, devoid of any distinction between ruler and subject, "That imperial edict, was it truly you who issued it? Was it truly your will?!"

The Liao King felt uneasy under his wolf-like, sharp, blood-red gaze, unconsciously... He took a step back, his expression growing even colder and more sinister. "That's right, it was me who ordered it. You colluded with foreign traitors, plotting to usurp the throne and overthrow my Great Liao Dynasty. The evidence is irrefutable, and you have no way to deny it! I, for the sake of our brotherhood, have granted you a cup of imperial wine, which is already an act of extraordinary mercy. Do not cause any more trouble and let more people perish with you!!"

Yelü Zhuo stared at him, his weathered eyes flashing with an inscrutable light in the flickering firelight. He turned to look at the corpses scattered throughout the iron cage, their blood-red color glaringly vivid.

Suddenly, he raised his head and burst into wild laughter. The laughter, mingled with the snow, was utterly deranged and bleak, a tragic and mocking sound that pierced the hearts of those who heard it, making them uneasy. His eyes were as dark as the sea, their emotions obscured and unreadable. His disheveled black hair danced wildly in the swirling snowflakes, “Colluding with foreign traitors?? Intending to usurp the throne?? Hahahaha… What a scheme to overthrow the Liao Dynasty!!! Hahahahahaha!!! What a plot to usurp the throne! What a brotherhood!! What a… hahahahaha… I never imagined that I, Yelü Zhuo, would dedicate my life to the country, risking my life for the Liao Dynasty for so many years, only to be seen in my brother’s heart as nothing more than a traitor plotting to usurp the throne, hahahahaha…”

The laughter echoed across the snow, desolate and tragic, like a lone wolf howling in the night, driven to desperation, filled with resentment and unwillingness, yet defiant and unwilling to beg for mercy.

The Liao King closed his eyes briefly, turned his back, and coldly said, "No need for further words, let's go." Yelü Zhuo gradually stopped laughing, his gaze fixed intently on the king's retreating figure. He spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes bloodshot, "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is hunted; when the forest birds are gone, the good bow is put away. When the king commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. I am willing to grant Your Majesty's wish, I only ask that Your Majesty grant me one thing." The Liao King did not turn around, but simply said with his hands behind his back, "Rest assured, I will treat the Yukimura soldiers in the cage well!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yelü Zhuo seemed to have a heavy burden lifted from his shoulders, his gaze slightly relieved. He raised his hand and picked up the imperial wine from the tray… Hearing the reluctant calls of the people behind him, he smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping towards a corner of the city wall, where a girl was looking at him with tears in her eyes, shaking her head desperately. A trace of regret flickered in his eyes, "Sang'er…" He murmured softly, a hint of guilt in his eyes, "I'm sorry..."

With that, he picked up the wine cup in his hand, calmly tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Chapter 185 Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes

As Yelü Zhuo raised the cup, a man on the city wall suddenly shouted,

"Fifth Imperial Uncle, wait!"

The Liao King looked up at the man on the city wall, his gaze filled with annoyance and disdain. His imposing voice was chilling, sending shivers down one's spine. He roared angrily, "Insolence! You have no right to speak here! You should go back and rest! Don't get in my way!!!"

Such a harsh and cold expression—no one would believe they were father and son, bound by blood.

However, Yelü Xuanyun didn't seem to care. His clear, bright eyes, like a gentle moon and pale clouds, flashed a humble smile as he bowed his head and respectfully said, "Father, please calm your anger. I only wish to personally send Fifth Imperial Uncle on his way, to repay his past care and concern. I understand I am powerless to change your decision. I only hope to personally offer Fifth Imperial Uncle a cup of wine, so that I may feel less regret and that he may depart in peace. I hope you will grant my request."

The Liao King pondered for a moment, his brow furrowing, and did not immediately agree. "Fifth Imperial Uncle is now seriously injured, and surrounded by so many hunters. Even with wings, he cannot escape. I only wish to do my part. I hope you will grant my request." As if seeing through his concerns, Yelü Xuanyun patiently repeated himself, his clear eyes revealing a depressed and sorrowful despair. "I only wish to offer Imperial Uncle a final cup of wine. Even you, Father, will not allow that?"

"Father, ignore him!" Yelü Gonglin whispered anxiously in the Liao King's ear.

The Liao King frowned, looking at Yelü Zhuo's cold, mocking gaze. He suddenly flicked his sleeve and warned impatiently in a rough voice, "If you're going to pay your respects, do it quickly. Don't dawdle. No matter what tricks you play tonight, Yelü Zhuo is doomed!"

"Your subject... dares not..." Yelü Xuanyun responded softly, patting Nu Sang'er's icy, trembling fingers, and said softly, "Push me down, let's go down together."

"...Yes!!" Nu Sang'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded impatiently with tears in her eyes, pushing the wooden wheelchair down the city wall.

When she got closer, Nu Sang'er realized that Yelü Zhuo's injuries were more serious than she had imagined. His face was now a bloodless, ashen white, and the bloodstains on his chest were covered by snowflakes, frozen into a thin layer of ice. Only a pair of vast, dark eyes, like a boundless sea of ink, were fixed on her, a faint smile playing on his lips, but in the snowy night, that smile seemed desolate and obscure. "Sang'er..."

"Zhuo... Brother Zhuo..." Nu Sang'er called out softly, tears streaming down her face. She longed to throw herself into his arms, to take him away from this place, back to their peaceful little village, back to their tranquil life. But... it all seemed too late, too late...

"Fifth Imperial Uncle, Xuanyun is incompetent. In this palace, only you and my eldest brother have been kind to me. It's a pity I'm so useless. Not only could I not protect my eldest brother... but I couldn't even protect you..." Yelü Xuanyun, his eyes red, struggled to his feet from his wheelchair and collapsed heavily to his knees.

"I know you tried your best... I don't blame you..."

Yelü Zhuo was startled and reached out to help him up. Yelü Xuanyun, his gaze burning like fire, refused. He shook his head, took the jade cup from his hand, raised it to the sky, and then slowly poured the wine onto the ground. "This cup is on behalf of my eldest brother, the Crown Prince, to toast you."

Yelü Zhuo smiled desolately, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Only the snowflakes fluttered sadly in their eyes, falling incessantly.

Yelü Xuanyun, his eyes red, met his gaze for a moment, lowered his head, and choked back a few sobs. He then poured a cup of wine from the jade bottle, his fingers trembling as he handed it over, tears welling in his reddened eyes.

"This cup is to toast you, Fifth Uncle. I hope... that you can leave this infernal world, where good and evil are indistinguishable, where slaughter is rampant, and where filth is unbearable, and ascend to paradise soon, so that... there will be no more worries... no more pain..."

"No!! Don't give it to him!! No!!!" Nu Sang'er cried uncontrollably, lunging forward to snatch the wine cup, but the guards beside her held her firmly to the ground, unable to move an inch.

"Let me go! Don't drink! Don't drink! Brother Zhuo! Don't drink! Don't drink!!" Nu Sang'er cried, struggled, and screamed, like a mad little wild animal, hysterically crying and struggling, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow.

Yelü Zhuo gave a self-deprecating smile. He calmly accepted the wine cup from Yelü Xuanyun's hand. His black hair, like a waterfall, danced wildly in the firelight amidst the wind and snow. His drowsy, death-defying eyes, when they fell upon Nu Sang'er's dust- and tear-stained face, slowly stirred with a pang of heartache and reluctance. Their eyes met, their gazes locked, leaving only endless regret and a sense of impending separation.

"Tell me you'll take good care of her for me," Yelü Zhuo withdrew his gaze from that sorrowful reluctance, his eyes shifting to their usual hardened, cold expression, impenetrable even by a thousand icy arrows. He stared intently into Yelü Xuanyun's eyes, as if forcing him to swear an oath, his voice hoarse.

Yelü Xuanyun nodded solemnly, his voice like a cloud or mist, seemingly faint yet containing an unwavering determination. "I will take good care of her, until... I die."

Yelü Zhuo smiled with relief, patted his shoulder, glanced at Nu Sang'er's tearful, sorrowful face, his eyes flickered slightly, then he raised his wine cup and suddenly drank it all in one gulp.

"Brother Zhuo!!!" Nu Sang'er screamed in despair, her body lunging forward, only to be quickly and heavily pressed to the ground. She looked sadly at the jade-colored wine cup lying on the ground, still bearing a single drop of wine, her whole body limp on the ground. Her brimming eyes stared at him blankly, her pink lips opening and closing in vain in the wind and snow, unable to utter another cry.

A string of blood droplets dripped from Yelü Zhuo's lips, one drop at a time, splashing onto the ground. The glaring crimson blood stained the pristine snow beneath him, and also the desolate night sky.

His strong and valiant body fell heavily to the ground… From then on, the Liao Kingdom… no longer had… Yelü Zhuo.

Three days later, midnight,

cloudless, moonless, snowless, and windless.

In the back garden of the 'Qiyun Palace,' a slender figure sat quietly beneath a plum tree, its blossoms withered by the wind and snow, cradling a large, emerald-feathered bird in his arms. His gaze was vacant, as if waiting for something, or perhaps there was nothing left to wait for.

A series of quiet footsteps sounded behind him. The faint light of a torch illuminated the silent courtyard, but could not illuminate the brilliance in his eyes.

"Is everything ready?" Yelü Xuanyun did not turn around; his voice was like mist blown by the wind, ethereal and elusive.

"Yes, everything is ready. Seventh Prince, are you truly going to do this?" Chi Mu's voice was hesitant, tinged with reluctance. "My mind is made up. I have no attachment to this place whatsoever, not even a trace." He paused, then asked, "Is Sang'er settled in?"

"Yes, she is."

"That's good..." Yelü Xuanyun's lips curved slightly. He took the torch from Chi Mu's hand, turning his wheelchair as he looked at every blade of grass and tree in the courtyard. His smile was blurred and cold. "I've lived here for over twenty years, and the happy days I've had haven't exceeded twenty. Heh... how ironic. But my only consolation is that I met you here. Back then, you were as thin as a rake, often bullied by the eunuchs here, but your eyes were always so resolute, as if nothing could subdue you..."

"If it weren't for the Seventh Prince, no matter how strong I was, I would have starved to death by those eunuchs long ago." After a moment of silence, Chi Mu spoke in a low voice. Yelü Xuanyun sneered, his gaze as cold and gray as burnt charcoal, leaving only a somber gloom: "In this Liao palace, everyone is like a tiger or a jackal, everyone is bloodthirsty and cruel. What are kinship and brotherhood? In the face of power and desire, they are all as worthless as mud..."

"Seventh Prince..."

"You may leave now. I want to be alone here for a while."

"Yes..." Chi Mu hesitated for a moment, then withdrew.

Yelü Xuanyun sat silently in place, his expression shrouded in the darkness of the night, making it impossible to see clearly. After an unknown amount of time, he raised the torch in his hand, setting the grass and trees in the courtyard ablaze.

Soon, the surrounding area was brightly lit, and the raging fire quickly engulfed him. The fierce, leaping flames were like giant monsters spitting fire, roaring and flickering incessantly in the night. The smell of burning permeated the night, faintly carrying the aura of death.

Yelü Xuanyun's expression remained indifferent, even tinged with a cold mockery. He seemed to hear again the unforgettable conversation from his youth.

"You are truly utterly pedantic! Since ancient times, thieves are thieves, and those who steal kingdoms are princes!"

"The throne should be paved with blood!! I will become the King of Liao! I will make you all grovel at my feet!"

"...Sixth brother, so many people died, is it worth it for a throne!?"

"What do you know, you little cripple! Compared to the throne, what are blood ties? As king, I can have whatever I want! All the gold and silver treasures, fine wines and delicacies, and countless beauties in the world will be mine. It's worth it to exchange the lives of a few brothers. What, are you scared? So, you'd better not provoke me. I might consider granting you a complete corpse later!!"

"Heh..." Yelü Xuanyun gave a desolate, cold laugh. In the cold, desolate night, the laugh carried an indescribable strangeness and indignation. He never imagined that a conversation from his youth would actually come true. That man truly cared for the throne, showing no regard for the bonds of brotherhood or nephewhood. Fifth Imperial Uncle, Eldest Imperial Brother... the next one... would be him...

He could even imagine the look of pleasure and satisfaction on Yelü Gonglin's face as he trampled him underfoot and wantonly humiliated him. Unfortunately... he would never give that man such an opportunity again...

He sat up straight, took a deep breath, glanced again at the palace engulfed in flames, and with a flick of his wrist, hurled the fire in his hand at a large pile of dry hay.

A raging fire instantly erupted, billowing thick black smoke. Amidst the blinding red flames, only a pair of clear, unwavering eyes could be seen, gazing silently into the unknown distance, devoid of any emotion or ripples, until they were completely engulfed by the enchanting flames… never to be seen again. ※※※

Author's Note: So, will anyone think this is the ending? ? ……Hehe……

Thank you so much for the gift, Miss Chhole! Thank you so much~ (*^＿＿^*) Hehe…

Chapter 186 Stealing

the Sky and Changing the Sun In the desolate mountains, far from the bustling city,

a bamboo house stood quietly in the snow. Several crimson plum blossoms bloomed silently beside the bamboo house. “Seventh Brother, will you be living here from now on?” Luan Xuan turned to look at Yelü Xuanyun, dressed in plain white robes, in his wheelchair, and asked softly.

"Well, we'll have to make do here for now..." Yelü Xuanyun nodded slightly, glancing into the room with a hint of helplessness and worry in his eyes. "Given the current situation, I just hope my act was convincing enough that there were no flaws that would arouse Yelü Gonglin's suspicion and lead him here... Otherwise... sigh... I really don't dare to think about it anymore..."

Hearing this, Luanxuan also frowned with worry, glancing into the room with his gaze, and whispered, "Is my future sister-in-law's mood more stable?"

Yelü Xuanyun sighed softly and shook his head slowly, "She still doesn't talk much, and she doesn't eat much either. She just stays by Fifth Uncle's side day and night. I'm really afraid she won't be able to endure it..." Luanxuan

also sighed with sympathy, whispering, "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have thought that she had such a past with Fifth Uncle. Sigh... she's a pitiful person... sigh... when will Fifth Uncle finally wake up?"

"I don't know..." Yelü Xuanyun sighed deeply again, his expression filled with guilt. "That day, while I was toasting the Fifth Imperial Uncle, I secretly switched the wine with 'Heart Burial,' a poison that can temporarily induce a state of suspended animation. He was supposed to wake up in five days, but I didn't expect that he also had another poison in his body. The two poisons complement each other, making him even more ill. I don't know when he will wake up."

He became more and more frustrated as he spoke, and at the end, he couldn't help but slam his fist on the armrest of the chair in anger. His eyes were red, and deep self-reproach surged in the clear water. He clenched his fist and pounded it hard on the wheelchair.

"It's my fault... I'm so useless... It's my fault that Fifth Prince is still unconscious... I've always been this useless!"

"Fifth Prince, don't be like this!" Luanxuan hurriedly grabbed his wrist and comforted him, "You've done your best. If it weren't for you, Fifth Prince would have died long ago. Although he hasn't woken up yet, there's still a glimmer of hope! We can't give up hope!"

Yelü Xuanyun nodded with red eyes and slowly replied, "You're right, I will definitely find a way to find the antidote and restore Fifth Prince to normal."

"Hmm! If you ask me, the most despicable one is Yelü Gonglin! That big bastard, he's absolutely heartless, even his own brothers are mutilated, he's not human!" Luanxuan clenched her fists and cursed angrily.

"...The most ruthless are those in the imperial family, this saying is indeed true..."

Luanxuan frowned her delicate eyebrows, as if she wanted to say something, but she looked embarrassed and rubbed her small hands awkwardly in her sleeves.

"What's wrong? Speak your mind."

Luanxuan hesitated for a moment before blushing and saying with great embarrassment, "Seventh Brother... I shouldn't have left at this time, but Ye Fuge said something big happened in the Song Dynasty court and I must rush back immediately, I..."

"So that's what it is." Yelü Xuanyun smiled calmly, stroked her hair, and said gently, "Don't worry, with Chi Mu by my side, I'll be fine. I don't want you to stay in Liao Kingdom any longer. It seems peaceful here, but in reality, there are hidden dangers. It's good for you to leave for a while..."

"Seventh Brother... I can't bear to leave you all..." Luanxuan pouted, looking like she was about to cry. "Silly girl, you're already married, and you're still so childish." Yelü Xuanyun smiled helplessly and rubbed her cheek, saying, "I think that young marquis, although he's dashing and unrestrained, is of good character and someone you can entrust your life to. You should rein in your childishness and cherish the person in front of you."

"He's not someone I can entrust anything to! He's always bullying me!" Luanxuan pouted, unconvinced. She glanced at the setting sun and said reluctantly, "Then, Seventh Brother, Luan'er will be going now. I'll come back to see you as soon as things are settled over there!"

"Okay, be careful on your journey."

"Yes!" Luanxuan nodded vigorously, adding worriedly, "You two must also be careful. If you really can't avoid it, come to the Song Dynasty to find us!"

"Alright, hurry up and go, don't keep him waiting." Yelü Xuanyun smiled calmly, his smile serene and composed.

Luanxuan nodded, looked back at him, smiled gently, and skillfully mounted her horse, galloping straight towards the other end of the forest.

So, when Luanxuan arrived at their agreed meeting place, she saw Ye Fuge sitting alone on his saddle, leisurely looking around. She glanced around to make sure no one was there, then rode up to him and called out, "Where's Ling Chunjian? Why didn't he come?"

Ye Fuge turned and raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance with a smile, "He wrote me a letter this morning saying he had important business to attend to and couldn't travel with us, so he left."

"He left??" Luan Xuan paused for a moment, then lowered her bright eyes, her gaze filled with disappointment. She clenched her fingers tightly and murmured to herself in a melancholic tone, "Is he in such a hurry? He won't even wait for me... or did he never want to travel with us in the first place..."

Ye Fuge, seeing the hurt look on her face, didn't say anything more. He simply gave a slightly roguish snort, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly flicked his whip. His horse shot forward like an arrow, leaving only the lingering echo of his voice, "Girl, let's make a bet. Whoever is the last to arrive at the inn tonight won't eat!"

Hearing his rather provocative voice, Luan Xuan immediately snapped out of her disappointment, her spirits lifted, and she ran towards his retreating figure, "Don't be so conceited! I don't think I'll lose to you!!"

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Author's Note: Dear readers, there's only one volume left, and it'll be over... about 30 more chapters. Are you looking forward to it? (*^＿＿^*) Hehe...

Chapter 188 What's Wrong with You (Princess)

Night fell. The campfire inside the tent illuminated the dark sky with a crimson glow. Slightly drunk soldiers, clutching wine jars, stumbled forward, while music played incessantly in the air. The entire tent was enveloped in the joyful atmosphere of victory.

Inside the main tent, bursts of hearty laughter, like thunderclaps, echoed from within. "Haha, we've won a great victory today! We've utterly thrashed those Western Xia people! It's truly exhilarating!"

He patted Si Wumei's shoulder, his voice booming with laughter, "Fourth brother, I didn't understand before why you were so highly regarded by Father Emperor so soon after your reunion, and why he sent you to lead the troops to attack Western Xia. Now I understand! Third brother is truly a master strategist! In just a few days, those Western Xia people have cowered and dared not show their faces again! Remarkable, truly remarkable!"

Si Wumei, clad in cold armor, slightly raised her lips, her aloof gaze fixed on Ye Fu opposite her. Ge and Ling Chunjian looked solemn and earnest. "Defending the Song Dynasty is my duty. We should both thank them properly. If it weren't for their fearlessness and righteousness, we might not have won so quickly." With that, they solemnly raised a cup of wine and toasted them with regal authority. "This cup is for you." Ling Chunjian smiled gently, his smile clear and bright. He also raised his cup in return, his eyes warm. "Fourth Prince, there's no need for such formality. This is merely what we, as subjects and brothers, should do. It's nothing to boast about." "Hey! Don't make it sound so easy. You did it voluntarily, but I didn't!" Ye Fuge, with a chopstick dangling from his mouth, casually tilted the stool up in the air, rested his head on his arm, and swayed back and forth, half-drunk and half-awake, complaining with a frustrated expression, "I was tricked into coming here! Si... Fourth Prince, I have to say, this trick of yours is too cunning! If I had known that the condition you made me agree to was to come and fight alongside you, I would rather die than agree! Now I'm kicking myself!"

"Heh, you lazybones, it's time to get moving, otherwise I'm afraid you'll forget how to hold a sword in the future!" Si Wumei mocked without any politeness. "Sigh..." Ye Fuge sighed and lowered his head, his face still showing a very depressed expression. It's no wonder Ye Fuge was depressed. He had always been carefree and unrestrained, disliked war and even more so, life in the barracks. He thought that what Si Wumei said in the letter about the major event in the capital was something dangerous, but he didn't expect that it was that he had recognized the emperor and his son and was even assigned to fight against the Western Xia.

Up to this point, Ye Fuge was still happy. Seeing his good brother, who had endured so much hardship for so many years, finally see the light at the end of the tunnel, how could he not be happy? But his joy was short-lived. His good brother half-coerced, half-hook him, forcing him into the military camp, leaving him deeply frustrated. And what frustrated him most wasn't just that, but also…

“Hey! Si Wumei… oh… no, I should call you Fourth Prince now… why didn't you invite me to drink?! No way, I want to drink too, I want to drink too!!…” Luan Xuan, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, squeezed into their midst without any hesitation, sat down at the table without any awkwardness, and started chugging Ye Fuge's drink.

Yes, it was her!! He actually agreed to let Luan Xuan travel with them!! Such a terrifying decision! He really wanted to open Si Wumei's head to see what he was thinking!

When Luanxuan ran in, her foot unconsciously bumped into Ye Fuge's wobbly stool, catching him off guard and nearly causing him to fall. Luckily, he swayed wildly a few times in his panic, managing to maintain his balance and avoid falling.

However, everyone watching his comical appearance wore expressions of barely suppressed laughter.

Noticing their thoughts, Ye Fuge coughed awkwardly, glared at them, and then watched as Luanxuan, lying beside him, shamelessly picked up the chopsticks she had just been holding in her mouth and began eating the dishes on the table, one foot resting on the hem of his turquoise robe embroidered with peacocks and gold trim, occasionally grinding it unconsciously.

In an instant, he felt utterly weak, his face beginning to turn faintly blue. Everyone fell silent, and the two of them watched them with expressions of anticipation. "Princess, did you learn any etiquette or manners for women when you were young?" Ye Fuge told herself a thousand times to maintain her image, to maintain her elegance, before managing to force a gentle, somewhat strange smile and asking softly.

"Yes, I did. Why?!" Luan Xuan replied nonchalantly while frantically eating.

Ye Fuge forced a deeper smile, adopting an even more affectionate demeanor, and said with a smile, "Then, Princess, do you think you are behaving in accordance with the etiquette and manners you learned as a woman?"

Luanxuan paused for a moment with her chopsticks, then quickly popped a sweet and sour meatball into her mouth, chewing rapidly while mumbling, "Yes, yes, very much so! Even the imperial tutor in the palace said I was the best and fastest learner! I think there's probably no woman in the world who learned it better than me! So, you should feel fortunate to have married me!" She picked up another meatball while glancing at Ye Fuge with a look that seemed to say, 'I'm already so perfect, there's no other woman in the world as perfect as me, why don't you cherish me?'

Upon hearing this, not only Ye Fuge felt a chill run down her spine, but everyone else also felt as if something was about to churn in their stomachs. Yet, the person in question remained completely unfazed, shouting rather boisterously at the men opposite her, whose expressions ranged from complex to stunned, "Hey, don't just stand there! We've won today! We should drink tonight! Drink up! Drink up! I'll drink first!!"

She laughed heartily, her words carrying a double meaning: "Hahaha, even after all this time, Lady Fuge is still as charming and innocent as when she first arrived, haha... Fuge... you're so lucky... so lucky... I think only this girl..." "Only a head can keep an eye on you, you arrogant marquis!"

Ye Fuge, who had just recovered from his shock, turned pale again upon hearing this. After a moment of silence, he suddenly grabbed the wine jar, shook his head helplessly, and said with a bitter smile, "Hehe, I think I'd better get drunk, get drunk!"

As soon as he said this, seeing his bitter and resentful expression, everyone finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter. Even the usually stern Si Wumei raised his lips and smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. Ling Chunjian did the same, but he seemed to have drunk a bit too much, with a faint blush on his cheeks, which made his handsome smile look a bit more enchanting, like a drunken begonia. The intoxicated Luanxuan, brimming with the joy of spring, didn't really know why they were suddenly laughing so happily. Seeing everyone so cheerful, her own spirits lifted. She turned her gaze, stood up, and refilled everyone's cups, tilting her head and smiling, "Since everyone's having so much fun today, how about we play a drinking game?! The person who makes a mistake has to drink! I'll start: 'Ten flowers, five branches!'"

"Okay, I'll go: 'Three cups, two glasses of wine…'"

"Don't ask about the North and South Stars, let them fly like birds and rabbits." "Wine goblets and golden cups, flowers in hand." "Let's wear flowers and drink!"

That night, no one knew how much wine they drank, only that they felt exceptionally happy and joyful. Everyone was having a great time. The strong aroma of wine wafted through the tents, bewitching the mind and bewitching the heart, making people feel lightheaded and forgetting where they were and who they were...

At midnight, Luan Xuan finally woke up from her drunken stupor. Outside the window, the moonlight was pale as snow, shining in and allowing her to see the person inside the tent. She felt something soft beneath her and realized that she had been lying on Ye Fuge's chest, looking at his handsome and delicate face in the moonlight. Suddenly, a strange feeling stirred in her heart. Her cheeks flushed, and she lightly slapped her own face. She muttered to herself, "Oh dear, I must have drunk too much. How could I think he... is actually quite handsome... and not so unpleasant... No, I must have drunk too much. I need to go out and get some fresh air." With that, she lifted the tent flap and went outside. The howling wind made her shiver, instantly sobering her up considerably. Her gaze, fixed on a secluded campfire, froze. In the flickering firelight, a thin shadow was faintly visible.

"Huh? That person... that figure looks so much like Ling Chunjian?"

Curious, she mustered her courage and walked towards him. Reaching the fire, she saw him holding a wine jar, staring blankly at the flames, and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Chunjian, is that really you? Why are you sitting here alone in the wind?" "It's very cold here, be careful not to freeze!" Ling Chunjian's gaze didn't leave the fire; he remained seated motionless, his pale face illuminated by the firelight, making it impossible to tell whether he was sober or drunk. "Sometimes feeling cold is a good thing. At least I'm still conscious, which proves I'm still alive. That's a hundred times better than those Western Xia people who were killed by a hail of arrows today. Do you know, even feeling cold is a luxury for them?" Luan Xuan paused, her mood turning somewhat somber. She glanced at him cautiously and asked softly, "But we won, aren't you happy?" “

Happy? Of course I’m happy, how could I not be?” Ling Chunjian smiled vaguely, a smile that was blurry and devoid of warmth. He suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes flashing with something she had never seen before, cold and sharp as frost, like a chilling blade. “I remember you said that there are good people among you Liao people, and not all of them deserve to die. Have you ever thought about these Western Xia people? Maybe they are good people too, but they had to die because of the war. Is that really something to be happy about? You said that such prejudice is unfair to you, but is it fair to them? But what fairness? How can there be fairness in this world?” Luanxuan

was startled by his expression. Hearing his words, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and didn't know what to say. After a long pause, she clutched her sleeve tightly and whispered anxiously, "Brother Chunjian, what's wrong? Why do I feel you're acting strange tonight?" "Nothing..." Ling Chunjian's eyes flickered, gradually concealing their sharpness. He gently shook his head and said, "Maybe I drank too much and am talking nonsense. Don't mind me..."

Luanxuan hesitated, wanting to say something more, but then she saw Ling Chunjian's gaze suddenly change, and he pinned her down...

Chapter 189 Nightmare in the Fire (Princess)

When Luanxuan was pinned to the ground by Ling Chunjian, she was completely stunned. This was their first time being so close. His handsome and gentle face... His face loomed larger before her eyes, his clear eyes, like spring water flowing from a deep mountain stream, shimmering with a captivating, alluring light that instantly intoxicated her, plunging her once-clear mind into a state of blissful intoxication.

She could faintly feel his warm breath brushing against her neck and cheeks, carrying a slight scent of alcohol. Her eyes widened, staring blankly at him, at his flawless, handsome face. Her heart pounded faster and faster; her cheeks burned, her entire face turning a rosy red.

She gazed, mesmerized, at those beautifully shaped, thin lips so close to hers, hovering before her. A sudden, inexplicable heat rose within her; she yearned to touch those lips, to know what their temperature was like.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of light seemed to streak across her vision, as if something had been ignited. She glanced over out of the corner of her eye, puzzled, and froze. A dozen flaming arrows rained down silently from nowhere, landing on the tents and the camp.

"Chunjian..." she cried out in alarm, rising to her feet, but the man's thin lips suddenly descended, sealing hers tightly. His deep, clear black eyes were closed, revealing nothing of his emotions. His tall frame pressed her firmly beneath him.

Luanxuan trembled, her eyes widening as she stared blankly at his lips gently sucking and caressing hers. She wondered if she was dreaming, if this scene, which seemed only possible in dreams, was truly happening to her.

His lips were both cool and gentle, like the murmuring spring water flowing through a mountain stream, carrying a faint scent of trees. She was utterly powerless against them, and couldn't help but gently wrap her arms around his waist, awkwardly accepting his kiss. She even couldn't resist secretly touching his lips herself. She loved the gentle, intoxicating feeling, and was captivated by the faint scent of herbs emanating from him.

If this was a dream, then let her be intoxicated by this impossible illusion. Thinking this, she tightened her embrace around his waist.

Sensing her initiative, Ling Chunjian's expression stiffened slightly. A deep, complex look flashed across his eyes like lightning beneath his thick, dark eyelashes, its speed like thousands of fiery arrows silently flying overhead, leaving sparks as they passed.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, Luanxuan felt the temperature around her growing increasingly hot—an unnatural heat, as if she were being baked alive. The smell of burning things filled the air, accompanied by panicked and desperate screams and wails.

"Fire!! Ah!! Fire!!"

"Fire!!"

The cries for help rose and fell, so real that she couldn't help but frown. These screams were so real, they didn't seem like a dream. But if it wasn't a dream, could it all be real?!

Just as she was in a daze, Ling Chunjian suddenly stopped his tender caress with her, slowly straightened up, turned his head, and looked towards the sea of fire.

Luan Xuan froze, her gaze following his. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as she clutched Ling Chunjian's sleeve, her voice weak and feeble. "Brother Chunjian, tell me, am I dreaming? Am I...am I dreaming?!"

Ling Chunjian turned around, staring at her intently. His eyes, now completely clear of drunkenness, held a chilling coldness, his exceptionally clear gaze sending a shiver down one's spine. "You're not drunk. This isn't a dream. Everything you're seeing is real."

"Then...this fire..." Luan Xuan gasped, swaying as she stood up. She looked at the camp engulfed in flames, then anxiously glanced at the main tent, also ablaze. She stamped her feet and cried out, "We've been ambushed!! What do we do! The main tent is on fire too, and they're still inside!!"

She cried out anxiously, trying to rush towards the flames, but Ling Chunjian quickly grabbed her arm, shouting, "Where are you going?"

"I have to save them! They're still inside!"

Ling Chunjian glanced at the raging fire inside, her eyes darkening. "With a fire this big, you can't possibly get in, and even if you could, you'd never come out!"

"But... but they're still inside! We can't just stand by and watch them die!" Luanxuan cried out, tears welling in her eyes, her face flushed red from the fire. She kept trying to run into the flames.

"If you go in now, you won't be able to save them, and you'll die too!! Maybe... they've already come out..."

Ling Chunjian gripped her arm tightly, as if afraid she might jump into the fire at any moment. Firelight and arrows continued to rain down around them, nearly hitting them several times. Ling Chunjian frowned slightly, gripped her arm tightly, and said seriously, "Don't be foolish! Maybe they'll escape in the end, but we'll die here! The most important thing now is to escape!"

Seeing another arrow hurtling towards them, and the flames beneath their feet growing larger, Luanxuan panicked involuntarily. Her gaze vacant, she stumbled along with Ling Chunjian towards another path leading to the camp. They ran and ran, stepping over countless corpses and over countless burning tents. The sights filled Luanxuan with increasing terror; her small hands were as cold as ice, and her face was ashen.

As they ran past a small tent ablaze, Luanxuan abruptly stopped. She looked at Ling Chunjian pleadingly, her eyes tense. "This is my tent! I have something very important to get out! Wait for me!"

"What could be so important?" Ling Chunjian frowned, pulling her along as if he had no intention of stopping.

"No, I have to get it out!" Luanxuan, however, was determined. She forcefully shook off his hand, ignoring his surprised expression, and rushed into the burning tent.

"Princess!" Ling Chunjian called out anxiously. He sighed, furrowed his brow, and followed. He was about to run into the burning tent when he saw Luanxuan emerge, panting and covered in grime, clutching something in her arms. She called out to him with relief, "Found it! Finally found it!! Thank goodness it's alright!!"

Ling Chunjian looked closely and realized that what she was holding was a painting—the very one he had painted for her. Looking at her tense yet relieved expression, he felt a strange sting, as if stung by a wasp, a pain that made his face stiffen.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Luanxuan asked curiously, noticing the unnatural expression on his face. "Are you... injured?"

Ling Chunjian's expression stiffened as he looked at her in disbelief. His clear, gentle voice seemed dried up by fire, tinged with a hoarseness. "You almost lost your life, all for this tattered painting?"

"This isn't a tattered painting!" Luanxuan pouted defiantly, clutching the painting tightly to her chest like a precious treasure. She said with a hint of grievance, "This is the first painting you ever gave me. You painted it for me yourself!"

Ling Chunjian gazed intently at her clear, innocent, and affectionate eyes. His throat bobbed, but he said nothing more. He silently took her small hand and pulled her along, running quickly towards the camp's exit.

The next day, early morning.

Before sunrise, Luanxuan awoke in a cave in the wilderness. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the vast, empty cave and realized that Ling Chunjian was nowhere to be seen. A panic gripped her. Pale-faced, she stood up and cried out in alarm, "Ling Chunjian!!"

There was no response.

"Ling Chunjian... Brother Chunjian...!!"

Still no answer.

"Brother Chunjian... Brother Chunjian, where are you?"

Luanxuan's fear and panic intensified. She ran towards the cave exit, her cries growing louder and more frantic.

"Brother Chunjian...Brother Chunjian, where are you?! Brother Chunjian!!"

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Ling Chunjian hurriedly walked over from among the withered trees, carrying some firewood and some dry food. Seeing her red and wet eyes and the tears welling up in them, he asked with concern. Seeing him return, Luanxuan felt relieved. With red eyes, she threw herself into his arms, sobbing and whimpering, "Waaah...I thought...I thought something happened to you too...I thought...I was the only one left...I was so scared...something happened to you too...Waaah...I don't want to be alone..."

"I'm fine, I'm really fine," Ling Chunjian threw the firewood in his hand to the ground, gently patted her back, and comforted her tenderly, "I was afraid you'd wake up hungry and ask for food, so I went down the mountain to a farmhouse to get some food and gather some firewood. That's why I came back a little late. It's alright, it's alright..."

"Mmm..." Luanxuan's eyes were red, she sobbed a few times, gently released him, and stared straight at the several large, white steamed buns in his hand.

"Are you hungry? Have one first," Ling Chunjian took a steamed bun from his hand and handed it to her.

“Hmm,” Luanxuan obediently took the steamed bun from his hand, took a small bite, and quietly watched him start a fire in the cave. She took another small bite and whispered, “Can we go back to the camp later? I wonder how Ye Fuge and the others are?”

Ling Chunjian paused slightly in his movements of tending the fire, his eyes depressed and cold. “I just went back to the camp.”

“Did you find them? Are they still alive?”

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Author’s Note: Dear readers who like the Princess, these marked chapters will be related to the Princess’s ending. They are also the plots that show the closest relationship between Luanxuan, Ling, Ye, and Yulu. Because the Princess’s part is also coming to an end soon, so… Dear readers who like the Princess, I look forward to your liking, hehe (*^＿＿^*) hehe… Chapter 190 of

12-11 : I Want You to Be My Slave! In a desolate mountain village on the border of the Song and Liao dynasties, several women, supporting themselves on withered vines, trudged laboriously up the mountainside. One of them looked up at the large red mansion standing amidst plum blossoms in the distance and excitedly shouted to the others, "We're here! We're here! The miracle doctor is inside! We've finally arrived!" "Ah, it really is!" "Great, we've finally arrived!" The crowd cheered immediately. One of the women, dressed in a yellow dress, tightly grasped the hand of the woman in green, her face beaming with joy. "Sister Sang'er, I didn't lie to you, did I? There really is a miracle doctor here. People in our village have been coming here for treatment lately when they're sick. That doctor's medical skills are truly miraculous. I think he can definitely cure you and help you!" Nu Sang'er bit her lip, supporting herself on a withered branch, and climbed the last step. Gazing at the mysterious and magnificent mansion before her, a sudden sense of unease welled up in her heart, and she stood frozen in place. "Sister Sang'er, what's wrong?" "The woman in yellow tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Airong, is there really a miracle doctor here? Is he really as miraculous as you say?" Nusang'er frowned and asked softly. She had also secretly come out this time. Seeing Yelü Zhuo lying in a deep sleep day by day, she was restless every day. Although Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu had been searching for doctors everywhere, the results were always minimal. Until two months ago, the people in the vicinity said that a miracle doctor had suddenly appeared on the mountain, who could cure all diseases. Anyone treated by him, even if they had a strange disease or were on the verge of death, could be miraculously cured and brought back to life. However, the miracle doctor had a strange habit: anyone who asked him for treatment had to agree to a condition or do something for him, and could not go back on their word. If the person who made the promise did not fulfill their promise or went back on their word, then the patient would, at best, suffer a relapse of their old disease and never recover, and at worst, die suddenly overnight. He died. When Nu Sang'er first learned of this, she wanted to take Yelü Zhuo to see a doctor, but Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu had doubts. Yelü Xuanyun then sent Chi Mu secretly up the mountain at night to investigate the identity of the divine doctor. The conclusion was that the divine doctor was extremely lewd and his methods were very strange. For safety's sake, they did not intend to take the risk and wanted to find another way. However, as time passed, they still found nothing. Nu Sang'er's heart grew more and more anxious. She watched Yelü Zhuo grow thinner and thinner each day, his breath weaker and weaker. She could no longer bear the torment in her heart. She made an appointment with several women from the neighboring village who were also going up the mountain. Although the road ahead was unknown, it was a sliver of hope. She only thought that whatever method could be used to save his life, that would be enough. Even if it meant exchanging her own life for his... "Yes, there is!" "Uncle Lin from our village has suffered from abdominal pain for decades. Doctors used to say he had a growth in his stomach and wouldn't live more than two weeks. But after being treated by that miracle doctor, he's completely cured and even stronger than before! I hope that miracle doctor can also cure my sister's eyes so she can see again..." The girl in yellow, holding Nu Sang'er's hand, chattered away as they walked, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the gate of the mansion. The others had already gone inside, so there weren't many people in front of the mansion, only two burly guards in red outfits. "Brother, my sister and I have something to ask of the miracle doctor. May we go in and see him?" "Ai Rong walked over casually, smiling sweetly as she asked. The guard glanced at Ai Rong indifferently, nodded, and said, "Go line up first." He then called over a servant in coarse clothes to lead her into the courtyard. As Ai Rong walked in, she made a face at Nu Sang'er. When the guard's gaze fell on Nu Sang'er, it suddenly flashed, and his narrow black eyes scrutinized her up and down. Nu Sang'er was frightened by his gaze and took a step back, lowering her head uneasily. The guard scrutinized her for a while longer, then looked away and whispered something to the guard next to him. That guard also began to scrutinize Nu Sang'er, and finally his eyes suddenly lit up as he secretly nodded to his companion. "..." Nu Sang'er became increasingly uneasy under their gazes. She frowned and timidly retreated step by step. Just as she turned to run away, one of the guards suddenly grabbed her arm. "Young lady, are you also here to see the divine physician?" Nu Sang'er glanced at him uneasily, then lowered her head and answered very softly, "...Yes..." "Then come with us," the guard said, exchanging a smile with another guard, and half-pushing, half-pulling her into the courtyard. The crowd waiting in the courtyard watched Nu Sang'er being 'escorted' by two guards towards the bamboo courtyard at the deepest part of the courtyard, and all of them sighed with envy. "Oh my, look how lucky she is, she can go directly to see the divine physician without having to wait!" "Yes, why can she go directly to see the divine physician while we have to wait in line here, it's so unfair!" "Should we wait in line too? We want to see the divine physician right away!" Amidst the indignation at this unfair and unequal treatment, several women shrieked in protest. However, their cries were quickly silenced by an impatient roar: "If you keep making such a racket, get out of here right now, and you'll never see the Divine Doctor again!" Hearing this, the crowd, though still filled with anger, dared not utter another word, falling silent in fear. Meanwhile, Nu Sang'er was led by the two guards to the deepest part of the mansion. They paused briefly before a quaint and spacious bamboo house, its ancient architecture gleaming, before quickly leading her inside. The light was dim, pale blue curtains swayed gently, and a bronze incense burner sat quietly on a rosewood table, emitting wisps of smoke. Amidst the flickering smoke... In the dim light, Nu Sang'er could vaguely see a figure reflected within the blue curtain. The two guards bowed to the person behind the curtain and then silently withdrew, slamming the door shut behind them. Nu Sang'er knelt on the cold floor, huddled up, staring at the blurry figure within the blue curtain. She bit her lip, mustered her courage, and whispered, "You... are you the miracle doctor they speak of, the one who can bring the dead back to life?"

"...Hmm..." The figure within the curtain shifted slightly, turning towards Nu Sang'er. A hoarse, indistinct voice drifted out from within the curtain like a ghost, "Where do you feel unwell?"

This voice... why did it evoke such a strange sense of familiarity in her, causing her to momentarily lose her composure? This voice seemed familiar, somewhere before...

"Hmm?" Seeing her silence, the voice within the curtain returned, lazy and deep.

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er snapped back to reality, her eyes flickering. Suddenly, she knelt upright, her gaze pleading as she looked at the figure within the curtain, softly saying, "I don't want to heal myself; I want to ask the divine physician to save someone. I beg the divine physician to have a compassionate heart and be willing to lend a hand."

The person within the curtain remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Since you've come here to beg me, it means you already know my rules?"

"...Yes..." Nu Sang'er trembled slightly, a sudden, inexplicable chill washing over her.

"Are you willing to grant me any condition? As long as I save the person you wish to save?" A low, husky voice drifted out calmly.

"Yes! As long as you can save the person I wish to save, I'll agree to anything!"

Nu Sang'er nodded vigorously, tears glistening in her eyes. "As long as you're willing to save his life, I'll agree to anything, as long as I can do it."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets..."

"Good, I like such a straightforward answer." The man behind the curtain chuckled softly, his voice hoarse as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "I want you to be my bed slave, to stay with me for life, to be at my beck and call."

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er's face paled, her entire body trembling violently as if struck by lightning. Her pink lips parted slightly in mid-air, but no sound came out.

Just then, the pale blue curtain was slowly lifted by a hand, and a figure emerged from within.

"You...you..." Nu Sang'er stared wide-eyed at the man's horrifying, scarred face, retreating in terror, her trembling voice unable to utter coherent words, "You...you are...who...who are you..."

"Who am I? Don't you already know the answer in your heart?" The man smiled dazedly, his figure blurring as he appeared behind her, tightly embracing her from behind. His large hands caressed her breasts, while half of his grotesque face pressed against her delicate cheek, his deep, hoarse voice seeming to come from the deepest depths of hell, his beautiful, wicked eyes filled with a playful smile, "Long time no see...my little beauty, I've been waiting for you here for so, so long...do you want to call me 'Brother Zhuo' again, hmm?"

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Author's Note: Mwah, guyueshan, you gave me so many gifts again, I'm so touched, (*^＿＿^*) Hehe...

Oh dear, I can't be lazy anymore, double update tomorrow, one for the princess, one for Sang'er, marching towards the final battle! Wahaha,

Volume 4, Zi Fei Yu,

Chapter 191 Their Life and Death (Princess)

"Are they still alive?"

"The camp was burned to ashes by the fire, I checked carefully... charred bones everywhere... not a single person survived."

Ling Chunjian sat quietly by the fire, his voice strangely calm. There was still a bloodstain on his right cheek from the fire on his shoulder last night, and a few strands of hair fell at the corner of his eyes, just enough to cover the emotions in his eyes.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?!" Luan Xuan's face froze, and she slumped to the ground, clenching her fists tightly. Her eyes were red as she shook her head and cried out, "No, they can't be hurt... Ye Fuge... he... he can't die!! That big bastard, how could he die so easily? I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!! No... I must still be dreaming... You're fake, all of this is fake... I need to wake myself up! I need to wake up!!"

She cried as she bit her arm hard. Ling Chunjian didn't stop her, but just sat quietly to the side, gazing into the distance, letting her bite her arm with all her might until bright red blood soaked through her pale pink clothes.

"...Ah...it hurts so much...why does it hurt so much? Why won't this nightmare end...why..."

Luanxuan raised her tear-filled face, her gaze sorrowful as she murmured. Large tears involuntarily streamed down her cheeks. Her heart ached so much, why...why did her heart hurt so much...and feel so cold?

"I told you long ago, this isn't a dream, it's a bloody reality." Ling Chunjian's voice, sharp yet cruel, drifted like clouds in her ears. He turned to look at her tear-streaked face, a cold, bitter glint in his eyes. "You're heartbroken for Fuge? Didn't you always say you hated him? If he were alive, seeing you cry for him would surely flatter him..."

Luanxuan paused, raising her hand to touch her tear-streaked face, only then realizing she had unknowingly wet her cheeks. She sniffed, thinking of all the moments she'd shared with Ye Fuge, their playful banter, and then smiling knowing that such scenes would never happen again, that she would never see that self-important, suave, and always hypocritical face. A pang of sadness welled up in her heart... A wave of sadness washed over her, and the tears she had just wiped away began to fall again. Her eyes reddened, she sobbed a few times, her hands clenched into fists, and she cried out in grievance and indignation, “Yes… Ye Fuge always liked to bully me, always tease me, always make me angry. I felt so disgusted whenever I saw him… But… the thought of never seeing him again makes me so sad… Why did God have to kill him… He was a good person… Although sometimes… he loved to tease people, he had a kind heart… He helped many poor people, why is God so unfair… I hate those Xixia people, they used such despicable means, they are utterly shameless! Worse than beasts!!”

“…” Ling Chunjian suddenly fell silent, her spring-water eyes surging with an unfathomable dark light, her gentle face pale and bloodless, cold as ice. After a while, he slowly stood up, walked to Luanxuan, and looked at her without saying a word. Luanxuan did not notice his strange expression. She simply walked over, pressed her face against his chest, and gently hugged him, asking helplessly, "Brother Chunjian, what should we do? Where should we go?"

Ling Chunjian did not move, his gaze blankly fixed on the snow-covered mountains in the distance. He said indifferently, "I have other matters to attend to. I'm afraid I cannot travel with the princess."

"What did you say? Why? Why can't you travel with me?" Luanxuan suddenly raised her head, her fingers unconsciously gripping his sleeve tightly, her eyes red with shock as she asked.

Ling Chunjian awkwardly pulled out his sleeve, turned his back, and said indifferently, "In short, I have important business to attend to and it's inconvenient for me to take you with me. Just walk along this forest, and you'll be back in Liuzhou City in about an hour. I think Lord Lin and the others are already waiting for us at the city gate. Hurry up and go as far as you can, and don't come back."

"I'm not going! Where are you going? I want to go with you!" Luanxuan refused to give up and grabbed his sleeve again, holding on tightly.

"Princess, please stop being so willful. No one can change my mind once I've made a decision. You... you should leave now."

Ling Chunjian closed his eyes, his gentle face now filled with unwavering determination, his gaze shrouded in a layer of frost that made him unapproachable. His sleeve was slowly and weakly loosened by that small hand. Ling Chunjian couldn't bear to look back at her sad and aggrieved expression, so he hardened his heart and didn't turn around to look at her. He had thought she would insist on doing something more, but there was no more movement behind him. The forest became exceptionally quiet for a moment, with only a few birdsongs occasionally piercing the pale blue sky and disappearing in an instant.

The silence lasted for a short while, then Ling Chunjian heard a soft sobbing sound behind him. Though the sound was faint and low, it inexplicably stirred his emotions. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around. Sure enough, he saw that Luanxuan hadn't left; she was sitting alone on a rock, her arms wrapped around her knees, her face pressed against her arms, crying heartbrokenly.

Tears streamed silently down her cheeks, glistening and pitiful. She seemed to be trying desperately to hold back her sobs; her delicate little nose was red, and she bit her lip, choking back soft sobs. Strings of tears fell continuously from her face, her crying filled with deep sorrow and grievance.

Ling Chunjian stood there stiffly for a moment, then finally sighed softly, walked to her side, and softened his voice, saying, "Don't cry, okay?"

Luanxuan sniffed again, her watery eyes looking at him sadly. Her small mouth trembled, and tears streamed down her face. "Brother Chunjian, do you hate me?" "

...How could I...You're overthinking it..."

"Then why won't you let me come with you?"

"..."

Why? He couldn't say it, nor could he. So he simply lowered his eyelids, slightly furrowed his delicate brows, and remained silent.

Looking at his hesitant, pale face, and the shadows flickering in his spring-like eyes, Luanxuan could no longer care about anything else and threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist as if afraid he would run away. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in bewilderment and sorrow, "Please don't leave me, I don't want you to go... I have nothing left... I have nothing left... I don't know where else I can go but with you? My eldest brother is dead, my fifth uncle is a living dead... my seventh brother has also left the palace... Now only the cruel and bloodthirsty sixth brother remains there, I can never go back... Now, even Ye Fuge has left me... I feel like overnight, I have nothing left... I don't know where to go? I'm so scared... I'm so scared... I'm so cold... so cold... Why did it become like this??" "

...Princess..." Ling Chunjian frowned sadly, a ripple of emotion spreading across his spring-like eyes. The fingers that had been resting on her shoulder, intending to push her away, suddenly stopped.

Luanxuan wiped away her tears with her sleeve, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face, releasing all the pain she had endured these past few days. Her bewildered expression held an innocent naivety. "It seems like just yesterday, everyone was fine, so happy together. Why did it all turn out like this overnight? Why are they all gone... Please... don't abandon me... don't leave me alone..."

"Princess, do you remember what Dongxiaozi said? He said that if you always keep me by your side, you will lose everyone you care about. Has the Princess ever considered that perhaps what Dongxiaozi said is true, and that I am indeed your 'jinx'?"

Ling Chunjian said, half-mockingly and half-seriously. A glint of guilt flickered in her clear eyes, quickly disappearing into those gentle, captivating eyes.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!! I don't believe it!!" Luanxuan shook her head even more violently, and her tears fell even more freely. "I believe you won't hurt me... You definitely won't..."

Ling Chunjian's eyes flickered for a moment. Seeing her crying like a baby, he couldn't help but sigh softly. He gently embraced her in his arms, patted her back lightly, and said softly...

"Alright, stop crying, stop crying, okay... Everything will pass, it will pass... Everything will pass..."

"Ouch... Ah... I'm dying of crying... Uh... You two, stop crying like that! Otherwise, I'll either be exhausted to death or cry myself to death!!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Luanxuan shuddered. She and Ling Chunjian exchanged a glance and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw the setting sun and a man in armor carrying a man in black armor, injured and unconscious, walking towards them with difficulty.

"Ye... Ye Fuge??!!"

Luanxuan stared blankly at his approaching back, straightened up, and sat frozen in place for a moment as if in a daze. Then, she suddenly jumped up from the ground as if waking from a dream, pinched Ye Fuge's chin hard, and her little face lit up with a joyful smile. "You're not dead?? You have chins!! You're really not dead!!! That's great, you're not dead!!"

"Pah! You brat, can't you say something auspicious? You keep saying 'die, die' as soon as you see me. I'm afraid even if I survive this ordeal, I'll be cursed to death by you right away!"

Ye Fuge frowned, habitually glaring at her with a sidelong glance as he scolded her.

"Yes, yes, I misspoke, I was wrong!"

Normally, Luanxuan would have already argued with him over these words, but now she just kept nodding and smiling foolishly, wiping away tears from her eyes. She then turned and waved to Ling Chunjian, who was standing not far behind her, calling out, "Brother Chunjian, come quickly! They're all alive and well!!!"

Ling Chunjian smiled and walked over calmly. The gentle smile on his face perfectly concealed the fleeting surprise and darkness in his eyes.

Chapter 192 Kneeling on the Bed

"Long time no see... my little beauty, I've been waiting for you here for so long... Do you want to call me 'Brother Zhuo' again, hmm?" “

You are…you are…that person.” Nu Sang’er stared at his face, half handsome and half scarred like a ghost, completely stunned. Her thoughts drifted back to those nights in the Liao Palace, those nights spent entwined with him while blindfolded.

“You know perfectly well what I mean.” The man licked her earlobe lightly with his tongue. She shuddered and struggled, but he held her tighter. His hoarse, rough voice rang coldly in her ear, “Didn’t you used to want me to remove the blindfold from your eyes? Why are you so frightened now that you see my real face? Do you think my face is ugly, disgusting, huh?” Nu

Sang'er's eyes reddened with fear at the ghostly aura emanating from him, as if he had stepped out of the depths of hell. She dared not look at him, only lowering her head and sobbing softly, "No...I didn't...I didn't..."

"Then look at me!" the man commanded domineeringly, turning her body around and forcing her to look up at his horrifying, scarred face. He scrutinized the fear and dread that inadvertently flowed through her eyes, a twisted smile slowly spreading across his lips. "Is my face really that terrifying? That it scares you like this?!"

"No...I...please let me go...let me go..."

Nu Sang'er panicked, squirming and struggling uneasily in his arms. Her fear wasn't because of his face, but because of the sinister, menacing aura emanating from his eyes, a light that flowed with bloodlust and hatred, making her want to escape. "Let you go? Don't you want to save him anymore?" The man chuckled softly, speaking with an air of confidence.

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er's struggling movements abruptly ceased. Her watery eyes, filled with pitiful confusion and helplessness, looked at him. Seeing this, a gleeful, sinister smile curled at the corner of the man's scarred lips. He stroked her chin a few times with his fingers, saying softly, "That's right. You need to know that only I can save him now. And if you want to save him, you can only listen to me and please me properly."

Before she could react, he pinched her chin hard again. Seeing her wince in pain and open her pink lips, his nimble tongue slipped into her small mouth, sucking and licking her lips wantonly. He kissed her fiercely, his scarred, menacing face pressed against her delicate cheek, his bright, deep black eyes gradually blurring, replaced by a burning, intense flame.

His kiss was incredibly skillful; his hot tongue relentlessly sucked and swirled around her lips, as if trying to drain every drop of nectar from her mouth. His tongue invaded her slightly parted mouth without resistance, licking every inch of her skin, even her pink gums, the gaps between her white teeth, and her palate. Every movement carried a hint of wickedness, a touch of playfulness, a touch of dominance, as if deliberately letting her know who was conquering her, who was possessing her, and in whose arms she trembled and wept.

Finally, his tongue entwined with her sweet little tongue, lingering and passionately sucking at her sweetness, domineering and frenzied, leaving her powerless to resist, unable to break free

.

Nusan'er's eyes were half-closed, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the man continued his humiliating teasing. She shook her head incessantly, as if trying to escape the painful kiss, but the man's large hand pressed down on her head, making her unable to move at all. She could only endure the unbearable kiss while tears streamed down her face.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the man's terrifying face finally left her delicate face. Looking at her swollen, glistening lips, still wet from his kisses, and her tear-filled eyes, his lust intensified. He tightened his grip on her chin, his beastly eyes gleaming with a cold, condescending smile, as if toying with prey. His other hand slid down to her buttocks, gently kneading and caressing them. "The taste is as sweet as ever. Tell me, is your body ready for me, hmm?"

Nu Sang'er trembled again, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him helplessly, her small hands pressing against his broad chest. She choked back sobs, "Please... let me go... let me go back..."

"Can you bear to watch the man you love die like this?" The man's threatening voice rang in her ear again.

Nu Sang'er's watery eyes trembled, her damp eyelashes fluttering in the air as she asked him, her pale face pale.

"Can you really save him? You're not lying to me?"

"Even if you don't believe me, don't you believe what those villagers said? If you don't believe them, why did you come here to beg me, this miracle healer?"

The man looked at her conflicted expression, then leaned close to her ear, his rough voice carrying a cold, cruel edge. "If you become my slave, obediently letting me do whatever I want, I'm absolutely confident I can cure him. But if you refuse, then you can wait to go back and collect his corpse."

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er's face paled again. She lowered her head, biting her lip tightly, her eyes glistening with tears beneath the pale blue curtains. Just as her lip was about to bleed from being bitten, she slowly raised her eyes, weakly lowering her small hands from his chest, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "I promise you, as long as you're willing to cure him, I'll agree to anything."

"That's a good girl..." The man nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and touched her face, his voice hoarse as he commanded, "From now on, you must call me Master, understand?"

"...Yes, Master..." She answered softly, her eyes red.

"Very good, kneel on the bed." The man raised his hand and slowly pointed to the large bed behind the blue curtains, his smile chilling and menacing. "You must also say, 'Yes, Master,' as you go."

Nu Sang'er looked at the large bed behind the curtains, a hint of fear in her eyes. But seeing the man's unquestionable expression and terrifying face, she lowered her eyes, her eyes red, and choked out a soft sob, answering softly, "...Yes, Master."

Chapter 193 This Night's Love is Hard to Bear (Princess)

The sky darkened, and the sound of burning and breaking branches echoed from the cave. Wind occasionally blew in from the cave entrance, and the trembling, weak flames swayed with the wind, making the figures inside the cave sway unsteadily.

"No matter what, thankfully you were alert and escaped by sheer luck. You have no idea how terrified I was!" Luanxuan said, warming her hands by the fire, still shaken.

"Heh, perhaps heaven thought we weren't meant to die,"

Ye Fuge chuckled, tossing a few more pieces of wood into the fire. The crimson bloodstains on his arms had congealed on his sleeves by the fire, looking quite gruesome.

"Cough cough... water..." Si Wumei, still weak from unconsciousness, shifted slightly and looked at Ye Fuge.

"Oh, I'll go get some for you." Ye Fuge nodded and got up to fetch water, but then saw Ling Chunjian take a bamboo tube filled with spring water from his side and calmly hand it to them.

“I just drew a lot of spring water with a bamboo tube, drink this first.”

Ye Fuge paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes. He didn’t reach out to take the bamboo tube from his hand, but instead raised his fox-like eyes and stared straight at him, his penetrating gaze seeming to want to see through him completely.

“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Is something wrong?” Ling Chunjian slightly withdrew his hand, smiling faintly as he met his sharp gaze.

"Hehe, nothing, I was just thinking..." Ye Fuge suddenly reached out and took the bamboo tube from his hand, peering inside. Her clear smile carried a strange chill. "I was just wondering if you might have put something else in there?"

Ling Chunjian's gaze paused, his expression darkening slightly. He looked directly at him and said, "What do you mean by that? Are you doubting me?"

Ye Fuge slightly raised her lips, turning away. Strands of hair on her shoulder fluttered against her cheek in the wind from the cave entrance, and a shadow was cast on her face by the firelight. "Chunjian, it's not that I want to doubt you, it's just that we were suddenly ambushed and injured so badly. This whole thing is too strange. I think it's better to be careful."

"After all that, you mean you still don't believe me?" Ling Chunjian frowned slightly, his clear gaze turning to Si Wumei. "Is the Fourth Prince's idea the same as Fuge's?"

Si Wumei was silent for a moment, then breathed heavily for a while before lowering his cold eyes and slowly saying, "The location of our encampment was decided on the spot. The Xixia soldiers couldn't possibly know where we were stationed unless someone went to inform them."

"Based on that, you've concluded that I betrayed you?" Ling Chunjian chuckled coolly, his smile tinged with sarcasm or self-mockery.

Ye Fuge interjected with a depressed look, "Based on this alone, we naturally dare not conclude that it was you, but... we heard from a dying soldier that he saw you meeting a man in black in the woods before the incident. How do you explain this?"

"Then why don't you think it was that soldier who wanted to frame me and sow discord between us? Perhaps he is the spy..."

"Amo is an honest and upright person. I believe he would not betray us," Ye Fuge said solemnly, his handsome face lacking its usual carefree expression, and his expression was very serious.

"Heh, so you'd rather believe him than me?" Ling Chunjian sneered, his gaze meeting theirs for a moment before he lowered his eyes and chuckled self-deprecatingly, saying calmly, "Fine, since that's the case, I have nothing to say. Right now, I only have one way to prove my innocence."

As he spoke, his eyes flashed, and with a flick of his wrist, he drew the sword from Ye Fuge's waist, slashing it towards his own chest and neck. "No!!"

In the blink of an eye, just as he swung the sword, Luanxuan lunged forward, her small hand gripping the sharp blade tightly. A suffocating pain shot through her hand, and bright red blood dripped from her clenched fist, quickly staining the sword.

"Princess?!" Ling Chunjian paused, his clear eyes flashing with emotion as he looked at Luanxuan's pale face. Startled, Ye Fuge watched her reckless actions and a surge of anger welled up inside him. He roared at her, "Are you crazy?!"

"You're the one who's crazy!!" Although Luan Xuan's palm was in excruciating pain, she didn't dare let go of the cold sword. She just frowned and shouted angrily at Ye Fuge, "Aren't you good brothers and good friends? He kindly brought you water to drink, why are you so suspicious of him?! He wouldn't betray us. If you ask me, that soldier is just talking nonsense. Maybe he's the real spy!!"

"You...you...you're hopeless!" Ye Fuge looked at her confused and ignorant face with an aggressive expression, and his face turned green with anger. He flung his sleeve heavily, too lazy to pay attention to her anymore, and turned his face away from her.

“Chunjian, I only want to ask you one thing: where were you when the fire started last night?” Si Wumei was silent for a moment, then looked directly at him and asked calmly, “I drank too much and had a headache, so I sat outside the awning to get some fresh air.”

“With whom?”

“…I sat for a while, and then I saw the princess come out, so we sat together and chatted for a while.”

“Then you were outside when those rockets came. You couldn’t have not seen them, so why didn’t you tell us?” Si Wumei pressed. “What were you doing at the time?”

“…” Ling Chunjian’s gaze flickered in the flames, but he didn’t speak.

“Yes, I’m also very curious. What were you doing at the time?” Ye Fuge also turned his head, waiting for his answer.

Ling Chunjian still didn’t speak. His raven-feather-like eyelashes shimmered with a beautiful and serene luster in the firelight, and his handsome face was illuminated by a messy shadow in the firelight.

"Alright, alright, stop pressuring him! If he can't say it, I'll say it!" Luan Xuan abruptly released the blood-stained sword, clutching her bleeding wound with one hand, her face flushed as she whispered, "Back then...back then we were...kissing..."

"What did you say? You..." Si Wu Mei was clearly stunned. If it weren't for Luan Xuan's flushed face and unnatural expression, he would have almost thought he misread her lips. He glanced at Ye Fu Ge, only to see a hint of surprise flash across Ye Fu Ge's expression, a surge of anger rising between his handsome brows.

"You clearly heard it, why are you asking on purpose!"

Luan Xuan bit her lip, her cheeks even redder, muttering to herself, her gaze secretly glancing at Ye Fu Ge opposite her, whose brows were filled with inexplicable annoyance. She only glanced at him once before shrinking back in fright, not daring to look a second time.

He tugged at his sleeve, muttering under his breath, "Now you should believe me... He's been with me the whole time... He can't be a spy..."

"Heh, good, heh heh, very good indeed..." Ye Fuge laughed a few times, his face ashen, glaring fiercely at Luan Xuan, then abruptly turned, flicking his sleeve, and walked out of the cave without looking back.

"Fuge, where are you going?" Si Wumei frowned, calling out worriedly from behind him, "It's too stuffy in here, I'm going out for some fresh air!" Ye Fuge turned back and answered, then strode out, his face icy cold.

Luan Xuan knew that Ye Fuge was truly angry this time, and quite angry at that. She had never seen him so angry before, so angry that even scolding her was superfluous, he just left the cave without a word, going to find a place to calm down.

The cave felt even colder and more oppressive after Ye Fuge's departure. Even with the fire burning brightly, it still felt chilly. After a long while, Si Wumei broke the silence, coughing softly and looking at Ling Chunjian, saying calmly, "Let's not talk about this for now, Chunjian. I'm sorry... we shouldn't have doubted you, but there were just too many things to deal with... sigh... I hope you don't mind."

"Fourth Prince is joking. It's only natural. If it were me, I might have had my doubts too," Ling Chunjian replied, his gentle expression calm and composed, showing no trace of anger or resentment.

Si Wumei slightly raised his lips and nodded. He was injured and somewhat exhausted, and soon fell asleep again. Ling Chunjian and Luanxuan exchanged a glance but didn't say anything more. They simply got up and silently bandaged her hand wound, then lay down and slept soundly for the rest of the night.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the clouds, falling on the withered grass and warming the stiff, cold surface. Luanxuan, carrying a handful of fresh fruit, skipped over to Ye Fuge, who sat alone on the hillside. Her eyes darted around, she pouted, and nudged his arm. "Hey, I picked some really fresh fruit, do you want some?"

Ye Fuge's face remained sullen; he turned away, ignoring her.

"Hey, this fruit is very sweet and delicious. There are only a few left, so if you don't eat them, they'll be gone!" Luanxuan persisted, turning around with him and smiling sweetly.

"It really is delicious, try some!"

"If this fruit was so good, you would have given it to your brother Chunjian already. There wouldn't be any for me," Ye Fuge sneered, his gaze mocking.

Luanxuan deliberately ignored his sarcasm, forcing out a sweet smile and tugging at her sleeve in a conciliatory manner, saying, "No, I specially picked these for you to eat. You haven't eaten much this morning, you must be very hungry, have some."

"Oh, what about your Chunjian brother? Did you take the wrong medicine today or mistake me for someone else? Open your eyes wide and look carefully, I am Ye Fuge, not Ling Chunjian!"

Ye Fuge didn't know why he felt an inexplicable anger that wouldn't dissipate. The more he mocked her, the more annoyed he became. In the end, he simply flicked his sleeve, knocking all the fruit from her hand to the ground.

"Ah!" Luan Xuan exclaimed in surprise, watching as the fruit she had carefully picked for him was impatiently thrown to the ground, covered in mud and weeds. She was furious. Pouting, she abruptly stood up, pointed at his nose, and angrily shouted, "Ye Fuge, don't go too far! I kindly gave you fruit, why are you being so stingy!"

Chapter 194 The Master's Name (Limited)

The deep blue curtains rose and fell in the room like waves.

Nu Sang'er knelt naked on the bed, her delicate white body trembling slightly as the man's rough hands caressed her, tears welling in her eyes.

"What are you so afraid of? Have you forgotten how passionately you made love to me all those nights?"

The man's rough voice rang out behind her, his fingers gently tracing her smooth thighs, moving upwards, across her waist, and down to her breasts, teasing her nipples. His hot tongue, like a nimble tongue, sometimes lightly licked her moist vulva, sometimes curled up to kiss her inner thighs, quickly making her gasp repeatedly, her legs shaking and rubbing uncontrollably, her snowy buttocks twisting restlessly in mid-air, her watery eyes looking back at the wicked, ghostly man with a confused and helpless gaze. She moaned softly, "Mmm...it itches...ah...no..."

"Mmm...it itches...who...who are you...who are you?"

"Interested in me? Do you really want to know who I am?"

He turned her over, bringing his scarred, horrifying face close to her pink lips. His dark, deep eyes stared straight at her, his smile mysterious and dangerous. Seeing her face grow paler under his gaze, he lowered his head and bit down hard on her erect nipple, sometimes gently licking it with his tongue, sometimes pulling it forcefully. Watching her blush and struggle uncomfortably in his arms, he grinned wickedly and inserted two fingers into her flower, teasing her sensitive clitoris without giving her a chance to breathe. His movements were skilled and fast, drawing out gushes of nectar. "Ah...mmm...ah..."

Nu Sang'er's cheeks burned with pleasure as his fingers teased her, her eyes filled with a gratifying, lustful light. Although she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't resist, her vagina contracting and relaxing in response to his fingers, as if both resisting and welcoming, yet also yearning for more.

Seeing this, the man raised his eyebrows triumphantly, his husky voice carrying a hint of deep laughter. He pulled her limp body close, cupping her pink, snowy buttocks, gazing intently at her, and asked seductively. "Is it comfortable? I knew you liked this feeling."

"Mmm...no...mmm..." Hearing him say this, Nu Sang'er blushed and turned her head away, her legs trying to close tightly in shame, but the man pulled them apart to their fullest extent with his large hand. "Ah...no..." Nu Sang'er cried out in surprise, feeling a hot, huge object pressing against her private parts without warning. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation, and finally couldn't help but cry out, "Please...no...ah!...mmm...ah! It hurts!!"

"So tight! Still so tight!" The man gripped Nusang'er's waist tightly with both hands, his firm buttocks thrusting even more powerfully into her vagina from behind, again and again, slowly shoving his swollen member into her narrow, struggling passage. "...It hurts...be gentle...it hurts so much...ah...mmm...be gentle...no...don't..."

Nusang'er was in excruciating pain from the thrusts, tears streaming down her face. Her small body swayed violently with each impact, the rhythmic thrusting sounds echoing clearly in the quiet room, making her blush with shame. Her snow-white buttocks swayed helplessly in the man's hands.

"Mmm...so comfortable...so wet and hot..."

The man, feeling incredibly comfortable from being gripped by her tightly contracting vagina, tilted his head back and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Watching the stream of hot liquid flow down her fair legs, he chuckled wickedly and took the opportunity to thrust heavily into her slippery flower-like opening a few more times. His heavy breathing and muffled groans were accompanied by a stream of fluid that flowed like rain from the side of his half-covered, scab-covered lips.

His dark eyes deepened, and suddenly he gripped her chin, thrusting harder into her anus while chuckling in a low, rough voice, "Call me Master, and Master will be gentler... You really want to know Master's name, don't you? Then you'd better remember it well."

He stroked her chin, saying each word slowly and deliberately,

"My name is Yan Mu Che, and you must never forget this name for the rest of your life."

"Hmm... you... hmm... why... were you in the palace... and now why... hmm... are you here?"

Nu Sang'er had so many questions and so much confusion about this man. Seeing that he was finally willing to say her name, she couldn't help but endure the pain and desire in her body, moaning as she asked.

Yan Muqi didn't answer, but instead held her waist, thrusting forcefully into her wet, spring-like opening. He squinted his narrow eyes and said haltingly, "I knew it, you... wouldn't have died so easily in that fire. Yelü Gonglin didn't believe it either, so he sent so many people to search for you. But unfortunately... uh... he still hasn't found anything. If he knew where you were hiding, do you think he'd be very happy?"

"No, don't tell him, please... um..." Nusang'er panicked and pleaded urgently.

"I can keep quiet, as long as you promise me you'll never leave me, I won't tell him. I'll even help you find a place even harder for him to find."

"...Why... why you..." Nu Sang'er stared at him blankly, a hint of confusion rising on her flushed face, flushed with desire. Yan Mucha chuckled softly, his waist thrusting forward as he pinched and teased her nipples. Hearing her trembling moans again, he finally said in a low, seductive voice, as if he had gotten his wish, "Because from beginning to end, all I've ever wanted is you. From the first time Baili Xiaochi brought you to me for my pleasure, I knew you were mine, you belonged to me. Your body and your little face, for some reason, have captivated me. Back in the palace, I wanted to force you to stay by my side, but Baili Xiaochi always said the time wasn't right and insisted I wait. Do you know how agonizing those days and nights were for me? But thankfully, now, I've finally gotten my chance. How can you, little fish, escape my grasp?" "

The first time I was brought here to be enjoyed by him..."

Nu Sang'er listened in a daze, suddenly recalling the first time she was blindfolded by Baili Xiaochi and taken to a place where she was told she was to serve a man. Then, sure enough, she was enjoyed by that man and Baili Xiaochi together. Moreover, it was the first time she had been enjoyed by two men at the same time.

Thinking of that shameful scene and intense intercourse, Nu Sang'er's already red cheeks turned even redder. But the man behind her wouldn't let her go, his large hands kneading her breasts heavily, laughing with relish. "That's right, it was the time when the two of us entered you together. That must have been the first time you were entered by two men at the same time. Your little face was both flustered and innocent, it was so captivating, I could never get enough of it, and your little mouth down there... it sucked tighter and tighter in the end..."

"Don't say it... don't say it..." Nu Sang'er interrupted him, her face flushed and full of humiliation, her eyes filled with shame and embarrassment.

"What's there to be shy about? That's what makes you even more lovable." Yan Muchi chuckled dismissively, holding her snowy buttocks and suddenly increasing the frequency of his thrusts. The rapid rhythm forced her to tremble, supporting herself on either side of his body, her small buttocks pressed tightly against his narrow hips. Her knees and calves were also being pulled along, swaying ecstatically beneath him. "Ah...so fast...ah...um...no...ah...um...too fast..."

As the woman's moans and cries grew more urgent, Yan Muchi's thrusts also increased in speed, each one penetrating deeply, each time almost completely withdrawing from her tightly gripping vagina, before thrusting even deeper and more fiercely the next time. His erect... The thrusts were so powerful that each entry filled her vagina until it swelled, and her nectar flowed even more unknowingly. With each rough and hot thrust, the clear, shameful sounds of their intercourse echoed: "Mmm... Master... Ah... Sang'er... I can't take it... Ah..."

The man's movements grew increasingly vigorous, his thrusts like a madman, causing Nu Sang'er's vagina to contract faster and faster. Finally, the man let out a low growl, and a thick stream of hot love fluid sprayed into the deepest part of her flower.

Cigarette smoke curled, and after their passion,

Yan Muqi looked down at the woman in his arms, at her eyes, shrouded in a reddish mist, wide open and wide, showing no signs of sleepiness. He reached out and rubbed her cheek, asking in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you tired? Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

Nu Sang'er shook her head, glanced at him, and then, mustering her courage, looked up at him with suspicion and unease. "Can you really cure illnesses?" “

I’ve said it many times, I really did cure those people,” Yan Mucha said in a hoarse voice, his brows furrowed in dissatisfaction with her doubts.

“You still don’t believe me?”

“No… I…” Nu Sang’er didn’t dare to anger him, so she hurriedly shook her head, biting her lip timidly, and whispered, “You promised me you would cure him…”

“Of course I remember. Since you’re not sleepy, let’s go now.” Yan Mucha’s terrifying face remained calm, showing no sign of anger.

Unexpectedly, he was such an easy person to talk to. Nu Sang'er was stunned for a moment before reacting, and hurriedly nodded in agreement, as if afraid that he would change his mind, and said urgently, "Okay, I... I'm not tired, then let's go now..."

"Going is fine... but..." Yan Mu Che lazily stretched, pulled Nu Sang'er, who was about to get up, into his arms again, and played with her pair of snow-white breasts with his rough fingers covered with scars. His voice was hoarse and ethereal, "But I want you to call me master in front of them, and after I finish seeing the doctor, you must come back with me..."

He glanced at Nusang'er's troubled and conflicted face, sneered, and added, "If you refuse, then I won't go. I bet you, no one but me can cure his illness. But if you want him to just die like that, I won't lose anything."

"No...no...I...I promise you..."

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