[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 164 (Limited)

It's raining again. This autumn seems to have been particularly rainy. Or is autumn just a rainy season in Liao?

Nu Sang'er didn't know, nor did she want to know. She stood alone in the pavilion, looking at the dark night and the torrential rain outside, a dull ache in her heart, a suffocating pain.

She only wanted to understand why Yelü Zhuo, upon hearing that the woman was pregnant, no longer believed her. Before that, a hint of doubt, a flicker of wavering, had clearly crossed his eyes, yet why, in the blink of an eye, did he order her thrown out?

Was it because the woman was carrying his child, or because she was his rightful wife, which was why he trusted her so much?

Nu Sang'er touched her lower abdomen, her emerald brows furrowing tightly. She had once been pregnant with his child, but alas… it was gone in less than two months. If she hadn't fallen off the cliff that day, if she had told him sooner that she was pregnant with his child, would the ending have been different? Unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world—not in the past, not in the present, and not in the future.

Suddenly, a pair of hands tightly embraced her from behind. Before she could struggle, a wad of coarse cloth was stuffed into her mouth, and a black cloth was quickly blindfolded, plunging her into an abyss darker than darkness itself.

"Ugh… ugh…" She struggled frantically, shaking her head desperately to shake off the blindfold. She wanted to see clearly who this person was. Why did he always have to blindfold her? Was this person really Yelü Zhuo?

The man didn't give her a chance to struggle further; he simply picked her up and ran into the deeper night. She didn't know how long they ran before Nu Sang'er felt the man stop. He carried her into a room and placed her on a spacious bed. The fragrance in the room was exactly the same as before.

There was still no conversation. Just like last time, the man began frantically tearing at her clothes, his urgent kisses raining down on her body.

"You…who are you…are you Brother Zhuo?" Nu Sang'er's voice trembled. She nervously pushed against the man's broad chest with her hands, but he quickly grabbed her tightly and bound her to the headboard with rope.

"Who...who are you?? You're not Brother Zhuo, right?? You're not him!!" Nu Sang'er suddenly cried and struggled, her body twisting violently on the bed, trying to escape the man's burning hands. How could it be Yelü Zhuo? He had just been looking at her so distantly, telling her to get out. How could he treat her like this in the blink of an eye? But if the person in front of her wasn't Yelü Zhuo, then who was it? She shook her head, too afraid to think any further, kicking her legs wildly and crying out.

"Let me go...let me go..."

"...It's...me..." A rough, deep voice slowly sounded in her ear. Nu Sang'er listened to the man's voice, momentarily stopping her struggle. This voice did indeed sound somewhat like Yelü Zhuo's, especially the rough, hoarse sound he made when aroused. But something was subtly off, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Ah... um..." The man seemed unwilling for her to think any further. Seeing that she was no longer resisting him, he seized the opportunity and grabbed her soft breasts with his large hands, kneading and caressing them. At the same time, his tongue also went in, probing deeply into her mouth. His hands swirled and fondled my breasts in turn, his tongue restlessly teasing the rosy tips, biting and sucking on them. His rough, strong fingers twisted and turned the cherry-like tips until they stood erect in his hands, then he moved on to another spot, continuing to knead and tease them. "Mmm..." Nusang'er's bound body was more sensitive than usual. With the man's skillful caresses, her body quickly reacted, her cheeks involuntarily flushing crimson. Her expression held a mixture of struggle and doubt. "You...you really are him...really...?"

"Mmm," the man responded softly, his tongue once again exploring the bright red tips. He first played with them for a while, causing Nusang'er to breathe heavily and rapidly. Her body trembled like a flower petal in the wind, pitiful to behold. Then, with a wicked grin, he took it into his mouth, enveloping it with the heat of his mouth, licking and teasing it from all sides, occasionally sucking gently...

"Ah...no..." Nu Sang'er moaned, her body tingling from the play. She felt the warmth of the man's mouth spreading throughout her body along with the red fruit on her chest, making her feel as if her whole body was burning and melting...

His tongue seemed to be everywhere, impossible to escape, leaving Nu Sang'er helplessly struggling on the bed with her hands bound and her eyes covered. Her head tilted back helplessly, her breasts arching high, seemingly actively pleasing him as if to please him.

"So sweet," the man exclaimed, his rough voice filled with intense lust, making Nu Sang'er tremble involuntarily. "Zhuo...Brother...ah..."

Hearing her utter that name again, the man finally interrupted her with a mixture of annoyance and jealousy. He suddenly lifted her ankles, spreading her legs apart and placing them on his shoulders.

"You..." Nu Sang'er's small body trembled slightly, and she suddenly dared not speak anymore. Even though her eyes were covered, she could feel as if two fiery gazes were staring straight at her flower-like opening. That strange, burning sensation felt like it was melting her lower body. The feeling made her shamefully shrink her legs, wanting to hide her deep flower-like opening and not expose it to him. However, she only moved slightly, and the man punished her by pulling her legs wider, making her unable to move. "...No...don't..." She turned her head to the side, silently shedding a string of tears. She hated this feeling, hated this feeling of powerlessness and inability to resist, yet also the feeling of extreme humiliation. This feeling made her feel so cheap, so cheap.

The man ignored her sobs, disliking her unsatisfying whimpers, and slowly teased her wet petals with his fingers, gently thrusting in and out. "Mmm...mmm..." Nu Sang'er trembled, a tingling sensation spreading through her petals, as if her heart was being torn apart...making her moan involuntarily with tears in her eyes. The man then probed her clitoris, flicking it gently. Instantly, waves of burning desire surged with the man's fingers, the tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation making Nu Sang'er's eyes flash, her hips swaying helplessly, "Mmm...ah..."

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Author's Note: There's a bonus chapter, hehe, everyone take a look! Mid

-Autumn Festival Bonus Chapter—Don't Eat Mooncakes Randomly

Once upon a time, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Nu Sang'er stood in front of the stove, racking her brains about what to cook that night so that someone wouldn't be so picky. She frowned, her face full of displeasure, and said, "You've made this awful stuff for me again! You have quite the nerve!" Things like that.

"Maybe I should make some pearl dumplings..." Nu Sang'er muttered to herself, resting her chin on her hand, recalling the slightly satisfied expression on his face after he ate that dish the night before. After a moment, she shook her head, her delicate brows furrowing in distress. "But tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival." " Should I make something special instead? Otherwise, he'll definitely say I'm just placating him, and he'll be unhappy again..."

Just as she was racking her brains, she suddenly heard a light and bright voice run in from outside the door, calling out, "Phew, I'm exhausted!"

Nu Sang'er turned around and saw Luan Xuan walking in, panting, carrying a basket. She was wiping the sweat from her forehead as she called out,

"Princess, what have you been doing? Why are you so tired?" Nu Sang'er looked at her expression with surprise, then at the tightly covered basket in her hand, and asked in confusion.

"It's a long story, so I'll keep it short," Luanxuan smiled. Holding up the basket, she winked mysteriously and said, "Sister Sang'er, tonight I plan to teach Sixth Prince a lesson. The food in this basket is for him, after all the bad things he's done!"

Nu Sang'er was shocked and blurted out, "You want to poison him? Don't do anything foolish..."

Luanxuan shook her head, pouting, "I'm not that stupid. I wouldn't risk my life to kill him. Although I can't kill him myself now, I certainly won't let him have a good life!"

Her round eyes darted around, and she patted Nu Sang'er's hand with a smile, "Don't worry, I just put a little something in these mooncakes; it won't kill him!"

"But..." Nu Sang'er still felt uneasy, her eyes filled with worry, "Princess, the situation is too complicated right now. I think you should hold back for now."

"I can't stand it anymore! How could he treat my seventh brother and fifth uncle like that? Just thinking about it makes me so angry I can't sleep!" Luanxuan pouted angrily, refusing to give up. Seeing Nu Sang'er's uneasy expression, she smiled brightly as if to reassure her, "Sister Sang'er, don't worry, I know what I'm doing! I..."

She was about to say something when a young man dressed like a soldier rushed in. He whispered something in Luanxuan's ear, and Luanxuan's expression immediately changed, a look of anxiety appearing on her face. "Sister Sang'er, I have something to do and need to go out for a bit. I've put this basket of mooncakes on the table outside. I'll come back for it later! I'm leaving now!"

Without waiting for Nu Sang'er's reply, she hurriedly followed the young man out.

"Princess! Princess?!"

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the little princess who had come in such a hurry for a while before gently shaking her head. She glanced at the darkening sky and knew that Yelü Zhuo would be back soon, so she didn't delay any longer and hurriedly started preparing dinner.

About half an hour later, when she carried several prepared side dishes from the kitchen to the main room, she froze, almost dropping the plate. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she stared blankly at Yelü Zhuo, who was sitting on a stool, legs crossed, happily eating mooncakes. Her face was pale. "You… mooncakes…"

"What's wrong?" Yelü Zhuo, still enjoying his mooncake, raised an eyebrow at her. "You made these mooncakes, didn't you? They taste pretty good."

"Uh… this… you…" Nu Sang'er quickly put down what she was holding, went to his side, and looked him over with concern. She asked anxiously, "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back? Are you… feeling unwell? You… you can't eat these mooncakes!"

"Can't eat them? Why??" Yelü Zhuo frowned in confusion, and said in a deep voice with some displeasure, "I just got back a short while ago, and I felt a little hungry. I saw a basket of mooncakes on the table, so I just picked one up and ate it. What, did you not make these mooncakes for me?"

"No... these mooncakes... these mooncakes..." Nu Sang'er wanted to reveal Luan Xuan's plan, but she was afraid that Yelü Zhuo would be furious again and take his anger out on Luan Xuan. Just as she was thinking about how to broach the subject, she saw Yelü Zhuo's handsome face suddenly flush with an unusual blush. His expression gradually became strange. He suddenly stood up, clutching the mooncake in his hand, glaring at Nu Sang'er and shouting, "These mooncakes... is there something in them! What did you put in them?!"

"It's...I...I don't know either...It was the princess...the princess released it..." Nu Sang'er was frightened by his expression. Although she felt a little guilty, she still couldn't help but betray Luan Xuan. She paused for a moment, then added softly, "But...she actually..."

Yelü Zhuo felt hot and itchy all over, indescribably uncomfortable. He couldn't listen to what Nu Sang'er was saying. He just said angrily with a dark face, "It's that brat again. When I see her tomorrow, I must teach her a lesson! Ugh..."

He said angrily. He cursed and, his handsome face flushed, hurriedly stripped off his heavy clothes one by one, throwing them roughly to the ground. Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the man who, in the blink of an eye, stood naked in front of her. Her bright eyes widened like copper bells, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands, stammering, "Zhuo...Zhuo...Brother...you...how could you..."

Although Nu Sang'er had been intimate with him many times, she had never seen his body so naked before. Her pretty face turned even redder than his. In the bright candlelight, the man's mature and handsome face appeared even more alluring. His bronze skin shimmered with a captivating and sensual glow in the firelight, especially his strong and muscular chest and the smooth lines of his lower body. She was breathless, her heart pounding like a deer's. Her gaze shifted slightly, then recoiled as if startled, hastily covering her eyes with her hands. Her face flushed crimson, she stammered, "Brother Zhuo…you…you should put on some clothes first…"

"Why are you so shy? You've seen my body before!" the man said strangely. He then grabbed her wrist urgently, dragging her into the inner room. He climbed onto the bed himself, shifting his hips slightly, and said uncomfortably, "My buttocks are numb and itchy, it's terribly uncomfortable. Come and massage them for me!"

"Massage them?" Looking at the man's firm, muscular, bronze-colored buttocks, Nu Sang'er felt her blood rush to her head. She pressed her hand to her chest, as if afraid her heart would leap out of her chest from the intense stimulation. "Mmm, hurry, hurry! It's so itchy!" Yelü Zhuo urged impatiently.

Nu Sang'er had no choice but to steel herself and lean closer, gently tapping on his skin. Yelü Zhuo was a military general, so his skin was extremely firm and elastic, without an ounce of excess fat, making it very pleasant to tap. Gradually, Nu Sang'er couldn't help but abandon her shyness and trepidation. Half curious, half nervous, she gently tapped on his skin.

“Sang’er, that’s too light! You’re making me even itchier! Harder! Harder!”

“Oh!” Nu Sang’er saw that he seemed to be in great pain, so she nodded vigorously and increased the pressure in her hand. However, no matter how hard she tried, Yelü Zhuo always felt that she was just tickling him, and even that was only scratching the surface. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a riding whip hanging on the wall, and his eyes lit up. He said urgently, “Sang’er, stop tickling! Use the whip! Use the whip!!”

“A whip? That will hurt a lot…” Nu Sang’er had experienced the feeling of being whipped on the buttocks, and she still couldn’t forget the pain. Therefore, she shook her head timidly, hesitant.

“I’m not afraid of pain, Sang’er, listen to me! Go and get the whip, whip me hard! That will make me feel better!” Yelü Zhuo, who was unconscious due to the drug, shouted loudly with his handsome face flushed red, his eyes reddened with lust.

“…Alright…” Seeing how much he was suffering from the drug, Nu Sang’er felt a pang of pity. Biting her lip, she took the riding whip from the wall and, encouraged by his increasingly dazed gaze, mustered her courage and lashed his firm buttocks with it. *Crack!* A loud sound echoed in the room.

“Ugh…so good…that’s it! Sang’er! Don’t stop!! Keep going…” Yelü Zhuo closed his eyes comfortably and groaned with pleasure.

“Oh…okay…” Nu Sang’er bit her lip again, picked up the whip, and lashed his buttocks twice more. “Ah…ugh…so good…harder…again! So good!!” *

Crack crack

crack!!*

Seeing Yelü Zhuo’s reaction, Nu Sang’er finally understood the meaning of Luan Xuan’s mysterious smile. Unfortunately, the whip that should have been lashed by Yelü Gonglin was instead taken by Yelü Zhuo. But how could this poison be cured? Would a beating cure it?

"Sang'er, don't stop...keep going!! Keep going!" Sensing the pause behind her, Yelü Zhuo urged anxiously, "Hmm...okay..." Nu Sang'er responded, thinking that she had no choice but to try anything now. So, following the man's instructions, she earnestly and vigorously lashed his buttocks with the whip. That night,

the sound of the whip and the man's moans of pleasure continued until dawn.

Nu Sang'er looked at Yelü Zhuo, who had finally stopped, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her aching, almost broken arm and fell into a deep sleep beside him.

Before falling asleep, she looked at the whip on the ground, a secret smile playing on her lips. Actually, this feeling wasn't bad. It seemed she could discuss it with him in the future and let herself play like this occasionally.

The next day, at noon, Yelü Zhuo finally woke up from his deep sleep. He moved slightly and instantly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks. Turning around, he immediately saw a large, shameful, swollen welt on his back. His dark, distant eyes instantly changed, and his face turned ashen.

So, everything last night wasn't a dream!

Just then, Nu Sang'er came in carrying a basin of water for washing her face, smiling sweetly as if nothing had happened. Seeing that he was awake, her smile froze for a moment, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes. Then she stepped forward and smiled gently again.

"You're awake. I brought you some water... Wash your face first. I... I'll make you something to eat!"

As she spoke, she turned to run away, but before she could take a few steps, Yelü Zhuo coldly called out to her, "Stop right there!"

Nu Sang'er bit her lip dejectedly, turned back, and looked uneasily at the man's sharp, dark eyes. She rubbed her hands together and lowered her head, looking like a wronged child.

Yelü Zhuo ignored her pitiful expression, only staring at her angrily with a cold face, and sneered, "The masterpiece on my body is what you left last night, isn't it!" Nu Sang'er trembled at the coldness in the man's tone, and hurriedly raised her head to explain in a low voice, "I... I... you wanted to hit me, you said you were in a lot of pain... and asked me to get you a whip to relieve the itch..." She glanced at him, lowered her head, and said even more softly, "And you said you wanted to hit me hard, hit me hard..."

"So, you really wanted to hit me hard, huh!" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, his turbulent eyes revealing a complex mix of anger and rage, but the more unpredictable the situation, the angrier he was often.

"No...I...I just wanted to help you detoxify..." Nu Sang'er shook her head fearfully, looking at his sinister and bloodthirsty gaze. Her small body retreated in fear, but before she could go far, he grabbed her, dragged her onto the bed, and pressed her against his lap. "Let me go...let me go..." Nu Sang'er cried out in panic, feeling the man's cold anger. Her eyes were filled with shock and fear.

"Explain clearly what happened, and perhaps I can punish you accordingly," Yelü Zhuo said, holding her chin, a hint of condescension in his arrogant and aloof eyes.

Nu Sang'er was afraid he would really punish her severely, and she was also frightened by him. She blurted out everything that Luan Xuan had said and how she had come last night. "I see..." Yelü Zhuo listened patiently, but his gloomy expression did not lighten. He simply pressed one hand on her waist and stretched out his other hand to remove all her clothes, revealing her smooth, white, and jade-like buttocks. "Ah... what are you doing..." Nu Sang'er cried out in panic, looking up at the tall man with a confused and frightened gaze. "Even if you didn't poison me, you beat me very well last night. I, Yelü Zhuo, have never been humiliated like this before. Tell me, should I punish you or not!"

Originally thinking she would be forgiven, Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the man's ruthless, yet sharp and majestic eyes. For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She could only bite her lip pitifully, looking confused and innocent.

Yelü Zhuo snorted coldly, ignoring her consent, and lifted her snowy buttocks, raising his large hand to slap them firmly and powerfully.

*Slap!*

"Ahhh…*

Slap! Slap! Slap!

* "Ahhhh… Waaah…"

Nu Sang'er initially tried to endure it, but the burning pain and humiliation on her buttocks made her unable to hold back her tears. Thinking about it, she felt extremely wronged, and finally couldn't help but bite the blanket, sobbing softly.

"Sang'er, are you crying?" The man suddenly stopped what he was doing, somewhat regretfully picking her up and gently holding her in his arms, saying, "I was just teasing you, don't cry, don't cry…"

"Waaah…" Nu Sang'er pushed him away, burying her face in the blanket and ignoring him.

"Sang'er, I... I was just teasing you... Did I go too far... Okay... I apologize to you, please don't cry, okay?" The man's voice was somewhat guilty, his deep voice containing tenderness.

"Waaah..." Sang'er still ignored him, only crying on her own. "Fine, how about you hit me back... I'll let you hit me, okay? Come on, can you whip me again? Hmm?" Yelü Zhuo looked at the whip that was still on the ground last night, and said helplessly, as if he had no other choice. Unexpectedly, Nu Sang'er suddenly stopped crying, raised her teary eyes, and looked at him, saying, "Are you serious?"

"Uh..." Yelü Zhuo was stunned for a moment, silently wiping the cold sweat that had seeped from his forehead, and hugged her in his arms, smiling ingratiatingly, "My dear Sang'er, even if you really want to hit me, let's wait a couple of days. My wound hasn't healed yet, and you can't bear to see me in so much pain, can you?"

Nu Sang'er thought about it seriously, slowly nodded, glanced at him, and pouted aggrievedly, saying, "Well, then let's rest for two days before hitting you... But you can't lie to me..."

"Okay... I..." Yelü Zhuo, feeling the burning pain in his buttocks, forced a smile and said, "Alright, alright, I won't lie to you... In a couple of days, I'll definitely give you a good beating..."

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er finally smiled through her tears, nodded, and replied excitedly, "Mm."

Yelü Zhuo chuckled bitterly, inwardly wishing he could tear Luan Xuan to pieces. If it weren't for her causing this trouble, he wouldn't have suffered like this!

You brat, when I see you tomorrow, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!

Yelü Zhuo secretly swore in his heart, but at that time he did not expect that after that day, he would never see Luan Xuan again,

never again.

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Author's Note: Actually, this can be considered a side story, or a preview of the later plot. Anyway, our Sang'er finally tormented Prince Yelü Zhuo once. Are you all satisfied? Oh, pfft.

Chapter 166 (Limited)

"No, no...don't...do this..." Before the blindfolded Nu Sang'er could finish her scream, she suddenly felt a sudden thrust from behind. The thick, hot iron was inserted straight into the deepest part of her flower. "Ah..." Nu Sang'er involuntarily raised her head and screamed, biting her lip tightly, her eyes filled with tears as she resisted the sharp pain.

"So tight." Even the man's words of praise were exceptionally short. Only his heavy, beast-like breathing was clear and continuous in her ears, making her feel itchy all over. The sharp pain in her flower hole was accompanied by a tingling pleasure, making her arch her lower body unbearably, shaking her snowy buttocks, trying to move forward and escape this tormenting torture.

But before she could move, a pair of large hands gripped her slender waist tightly, punishing her by violently lifting her buttocks and pressing down on her waist, forcing her flower-like opening to slam deeply into that erect, burning manhood. In an instant, a tearing pain shot through her core, the agonizing agony causing her to cry out in agony, her body going limp and collapsing to the ground. The manhood then shuddered fiercely, penetrating even deeper and more viciously into the very depths of her flower-like opening.

"Ah...!" Nu Sang'er cried out, her head thrown back. Her body trembled, and her hands, unable to support her weight any longer, collapsed onto the bed, leaving only her pink buttocks raised high, forced to meet the repeated, deep, and forceful thrusts of that massive member. Her tender petals opened and closed helplessly, futilely resisting the unbearable pain.

"No... so deep... so deep... too deep..." Feeling the hot, massive member grinding against her core, Nu Sang'er cried and shook her head, unable to bear it any longer. The massive member sometimes thrashed wildly from side to side, sometimes forcefully pressing against a certain spot. At first, the pain was unbearable, but soon she felt waves of tingling sensations spreading from her core. In no time, gushing nectar flowed from the depths of her core, making a wet sound at their point of contact, with some flowing down his massive member. The shame made her want to find a hole to crawl into.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" The man seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, ignoring her cries. He simply and slowly withdrew his massive member, then thrust it in hard, penetrating her core. "Mmm...ah..." A soft moan escaped her pink lips, her vagina unconsciously sucking, which seemed to encourage the man. He thrust fiercely again and again, each time fully inside and completely out, giving her no time to catch her breath.

"You're really good at getting wet..." A malicious voice sounded in her ear, the man's rough voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed excitement, as if he was very happy.

"Brother Zhuo..." Nu Sang'er murmured softly, turning her head and calling out blankly, as if confirming something, or as if testing something, "Why...why won't you believe me? I didn't lie to you."

"If you want me to believe you, you should show some sincerity." The man's movements suddenly stopped, and after a two-second silence, he said calmly, "What kind of sincerity would make you believe me?" She asked blankly, her expression containing a touch of silly innocence.

"Shake your little bottom, make me happy," the man chuckled, demonstrating by grasping her snowy buttocks. Seeing her trembling, flushed face, he urged her with pleasure, "Come on, try it. I'll believe you if you do it."

Nu Sang'er didn't know what was wrong with her. Hearing the man's words, she bit her lip as if she truly believed him, gently twisting her snowy buttocks, moving back and forth along his massive member, grinding up and down, rubbing against her sensitive spots with varying degrees of pressure. In no time, the intense pleasure aroused her, causing her fluids to gush out like a stream. A spasm swept through her body from her core. Her waist went limp, her face flushed, and she collapsed weakly onto the bed, too weak to move.

"Out of strength?" The man gently lifted her, letting Nu Sang'er sit on his lap. His massive member rubbed against her wet, flower-like opening with ill intent, moving up and down, gently poking and thrusting, causing her to writhe in pleasure and pain, moaning softly.

"Mmm...it's so itchy...so sore...mmm...burning...burning brother..."

"Trying to escape again?" The man seemed to sense her attempt, gripping her slender waist tightly with both hands. He thrust his massive member forward, the hot tip forcing its way into her contracting opening. His engorged member, swollen with desire, was too large, and only entered halfway before being gripped tightly by the contracting opening, as if afraid of pain and refusing to let him go.

Unexpectedly, this only stimulated the man's desire. He chuckled hoarsely and thrust upwards with all his might, plunging in deeply.

"Mmm...ah!!" Nu Sang'er cried out in pain. A few drops of cold sweat slid down her forehead. She hadn't expected him to thrust so fiercely. His scalding, massive member plunged directly into the deepest part of her core, relentlessly pounding against her vulnerable softness with each brutal act of venting, defiantly making her feel his undeniable presence and danger. "...Ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...ooh..." Nu Sang'er's body trembled uncontrollably, shaking her head and sobbing, her voice filled with pitiful pleas, "Brother Zhuo...be gentle...please...be gentle...Sang'er is in pain..."

But the more pitiful her cries, the harder the man's movements became. With each cry of "Brother Zhuo," the force increased, causing her lower abdomen to heave and swell. The sounds of her pubic bone being violently pounded, mixed with the lewd sounds of wetness, echoed clearly in the silent room.

"Ooh...ooh...it hurts...it hurts so much..." Nu Sang'er sobbed continuously from the impact, the throbbing pain in her pubic bone causing tears to fall incessantly.

The man's breathing grew heavier, his massive member rubbing wildly against the tender flesh inside her, an indescribable pleasure spreading throughout his body, causing him to let out a series of indistinct moans and growls.

Suddenly, the man stared at her bouncing, exquisite breasts, his eyes darkening. He slowly released her waist, laying her back on the bed. She took a deep breath, thinking the man had finally let her go, but suddenly felt her breasts being pushed high by those two large hands, and something strangely hot began to slowly caress them. "Ah... um... what... what is that..." Nu Sang'er vaguely guessed, but dared not believe it, only opening her eyes wide in vain, her face pale as she cried out.

Then, a man's deep, wicked laugh rang in her ears: "Naturally, it's something to make you happy."

He looked at the girl's face, which had turned pale instantly, and a smile crept into his eyes. He stared intently at the two delicate, blooming peach blossoms on the girl's chest, his large hands kneading her breasts, squeezing them together to reveal a deep cleavage against her white, jade-like breasts, while his hot, massive member eagerly rubbed back and forth against her breasts, feeling the pleasure that the smooth, delicate skin brought to his member. He closed his eyes deeply, breathing heavily in pleasure. "Brother Zhuo...no..." Feeling the thick, massive member wantonly playing with her chest, an inexplicable fear surged up, making her cry out uncomfortably through tears. Waves of tingling, burning, and painful sensations rose in her chest, making her sway her head uncomfortably, twisting her waist and moaning softly.

"Brother Zhuo... Brother Zhuo... It hurts... Stop... Stop..."

Nu Sang'er was calling out, her desire overflowing, when suddenly she felt the man's movements abruptly stop. Then, she felt a lightness on her body as the man left. Next, there was a sound like a window being suddenly pushed open, a gust of cold wind rushing in, making her shiver. She whispered in confusion, "Brother Zhuo... Brother Zhuo... What... What's wrong with you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the door being kicked open. After a moment, the blindfold was ripped off her eyes. Her vision was blurred from being blindfolded for so long, and she stared blankly for a while before she could see who had entered.

She stared blankly at the handsome man before her, neatly dressed but with a livid face, and asked in a daze, "Brother Zhuo, what... what's wrong with you?"

Yelü Zhuo glanced at the open window, then at Nu Sang'er, whose body was covered in bruises from their lovemaking. His expression grew even more grim. "Who was that man who ran away?!"

"The man who ran away?" Nu Sang'er trembled, staring at Yelü Zhuo as if she had gone mad. She asked in a daze, "Wasn't that you who was with me just now? Wasn't that you?" Yelü

Zhuo looked at her blank and ignorant expression, and her pale, bloodless face. He knew she wasn't faking it, but his thick, dark brows furrowed even more, and his dark eyes flickered with turbulent emotions.

Who was that person? Why could they move so freely in the Liao Kingdom, and why were they impersonating him?

As he pondered this, he suddenly heard a strange sound outside the window. His gaze swept over a shadowy figure, and he said, "I'll go see," and got up to chase after them.

The moonlight was dim, and the sky had darkened to the point where not a single star could be seen. Deep within the Liao Kingdom's palace, in a study of a palace,

Baili Xiaochi, dressed in noble and majestic attire, sat at his desk and coldly glanced at the man who emerged from a secret room behind the bookshelf, looking disheveled. He said displeasedly, "How many times have I told you? Just wait a few more days. Then you can do whatever you want with her. Why are you always in such a hurry?"

In the candlelight, the man's clothes were unfastened, his long hair cascading down his back. His face, mostly obscured by his hair, was covered in gruesome burn scars, making him appear extremely ugly. The man raised his eyes, which held a hint of eeriness, and stared coldly at him, saying, "I've waited too long, I don't want to wait any longer!"

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Author's Note: Do you all remember this scarred man? The National Day holiday is over so quickly!

Chapter 167: Finally, the confession was made

. That night, Yelü Zhuo searched the palace for a long time, but found only endless darkness. A silent stillness permeated the vast palace like a mist, and under the swaying shadows of the trees, no one else could be seen.

He furrowed his thick, dark brows and turned to walk towards the house where Nu Sang'er was. His mind was still a fog, unable to make sense of anything. That house had been the residence of a deceased concubine who had been banished to the cold palace. Because the location was too remote, it had been abandoned long ago, and no one ever passed by that path. Tonight, if he hadn't taken a shortcut to say something to her in order to catch up with her, he probably would have forgotten where the house was.

Who was that person? How did he know about this house? And why did he bring Nu Sang'er here and impersonate him? What was this person's intention?

Thinking of Nu Sang'er, his eyes darkened, and a sudden, inexplicable pain shot through his heart. A strange sense of unease made him quicken his pace and walk towards the house by the pond. He pushed open the door and entered the house. It was empty; there was no one in sight. He was startled and looked around, calling out, "Sang'er, Sang'er?"

Inside, no one answered. A sense of panic gripped him, and he rushed outside, his eyes searching his surroundings with a hint of foreboding worry… “Sang’er, Sang’er? Where are you? Sang’er!” “Sang’er… Sang…” Suddenly, Yelü Zhuo’s cries stopped. His weathered eyes were fixed on a pair of embroidered shoes floating quietly on the pond. These were the shoes she had been wearing earlier. “

Sang’er!” In an

instant, as if a swift lightning bolt had flashed across his deep, dark eyes, he let out a low growl and plunged into the pond…

Two hours later,

in the quiet and elegant inner palace, the golden curtains were gently rolled up, and beneath the white pearl curtains, a petite figure lay unconscious on a magnificent and spacious brocade bed. A clear, melodious sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, rang out—the sound of the pearl curtain being moved. The clattering of the curtains lasted for a while, then faded away. After an unknown amount of time, the woman on the bed coughed softly a few times, her long, dark eyelashes fluttering, and she slowly opened her eyes.

“You’re awake…” The man who had been quietly watching over her saw her awaken, his depressed gaze brightening with joy. He quickly leaned forward and took her hand. “Are you feeling any better?”

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the elegant and handsome face before her, noticing the two strands of light blue tassels on his head flowing like water down his black hair to his shoulders, finding them inexplicably beautiful. "...What's wrong? Is something else bothering you?" Yelü Xuanyun, seeing her silent, only staring blankly at him, felt a mixture

of joy and worry in his eyes.

"...I...I'm fine..." Nu Sang'er gently shook her head, glancing around the empty room... her eyes lowered sadly, and she whispered, "...Was it...you who saved me...?"

Yelü Xuanyun, seeing her depressed and preoccupied state, gently squeezed her cold little hand and said softly, "It was Fifth Imperial Uncle who saved you." "

Him?...It was...him..." A fragile light flashed in Nu Sang'er's eyes, but quickly dimmed again.

Yelü Xuanyun had been alarmed when he saw Yelü Zhuo carrying the soaking wet, pale, and unconscious Nu Sang'er. Now, seeing her so troubled and depressed after waking up, he was even more surprised. A soft ripple of emotion washed over his gentle gaze as he tentatively asked, "What's wrong? You've finally woken up; you should be happy. Why do you look so gloomy?"

Nu Sang'er's eyes trembled, and a layer of damp red mist unconsciously welled up inside her. She lowered her head. Her small hands gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, her eyes red-rimmed as she whispered, "...I'd rather...never wake up...never wake up again..."

Yelü Xuanyun silently scrutinized her for a moment, then a flicker of shock and anger flashed in his clear, penetrating eyes. "Were you not pushed into the water, but trying to commit suicide?!"

Nu Sang'er bit her lip even harder, not denying it, only large tears welling up in her eyes. "Why? Why did you want to commit suicide?!" Yelü Gonglin, abandoning his usual gentle demeanor, roared at her angrily. Nu Sang'er was startled by his outburst, her watery eyes staring blankly at him, as if unable to understand why the usually refined and gentle man would suddenly be so furious. Yelü Gonglin, seeing her pale face, realized his own loss of composure. He sighed softly, lowering his eyes somewhat helplessly as he explained, "...I'm sorry...I...I was just...worried about you..."

"Worried?" Nu Sang'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, her gaze as dark as a fallen star. "Sang'er doesn't deserve anyone's worry..."

"Who says she doesn't deserve it?" Yelü Xuanyun gripped her cold fingers tighter, his melancholy gaze containing a stubborn tenderness. "What exactly happened? Maybe telling me will make you feel better? You're not alone, at least..." His gaze dimmed slightly, then brightened again. "You still have me..."

Nu Sang'er looked at his caring and loving eyes, listened to his gentle and warm voice, but felt her heart ache more and more. Tears streamed down her face. How could she speak? How could she say such shameful words? How could she admit that she had mistaken a stranger for her beloved, and had repeatedly yielded to him, foolishly seeking his love?

Or should she say that the person most important to her no longer wanted her, no longer believed in her, and that if that were the case, what was the point of living? It was all a dream. The person who kept professing his love for her wasn't the 'Brother Zhuo' she thought he was. And she had foolishly believed him for so long. She had been so foolish all along, so incredibly foolish… foolish enough to chill even her own heart. Yelü Xuanyun watched her sob silently, covering her mouth, and didn't force her. He simply pulled her gently into his arms, patting her back tenderly.

"How is she? Is she awake?" Yelü Zhuo, who had just seen the imperial physician off, asked as he stepped across the threshold. This scene inevitably came into his view, stirring a faint ripple in his heart. "…"

"Uh… um… she just woke up…" Yelü Xuanyun, caught off guard, showed a hint of embarrassment, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm..." Yelü Zhuo nodded with deep eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bed without any hesitation. He glanced at Nu Sang'er, who was huddled in Yelü Xuanyun's arms, barely suppressing his displeasure, and asked with some concern, "How are you? Still feeling unwell?"

Nu Sang'er shook her head, not speaking, and not looking at Yelü Zhuo. She only tilted her head slightly and said to Yelü Xuanyun, "I... am a little tired, I want to sleep."

"This..." Yelü Xuanyun glanced at Yelü Zhuo, whose complexion was obviously not good, and frowned with difficulty.

"Xuanyun, I'm here, that's enough. You're not feeling well either, and it's so late, you should go to bed early." Yelü Zhuo said domineeringly, his arrogant eyes as black as ink. His majestic and domineering demeanor made it seem as if he were the master of this place. Fortunately, Yelü Xuanyun was already used to his way of speaking and didn't mind. She smiled faintly and glanced at the two of them, then lowered her eyes and slid down to the wheel beneath her.

"Seventh Prince..." Nu Sang'er watched that figure, as thin as paper cutouts, leave alone, feeling an indescribable desolation and loneliness emanating from his back. She couldn't help but call out softly, but before her voice could fade away, Yelü Zhuo coldly stopped her, "Why did you commit suicide?!"

Nu Sang'er was stunned again upon hearing this. Looking into his dark, sharp eyes, filled with a gloomy aura, her own eyes welled up again, and two streams of tears fell. Every time he gave her that look, she felt as if everything she did was wrong, as if nothing she did was right. No matter how much she humbled herself, no matter how hard she tried, she could never win even a shred of his favor.

From the past, to the present, it always has been… and perhaps it will always be so. It turns out that during moments of lovemaking, those three words, "I love you," weren't spoken by him, never!

The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached, the colder she felt. She buried her face in the blankets, crying out, "Go away! Go away! I don't need you to save me!! I don't need you to save me! Why did you save me!! Don't you hate my filthy body?! You saw everything, you saw everything just now, why did you still save me?! If you came here to continue humiliating me, then you should be satisfied now! Go away!! Go away! I don't want to see you again!"

"Sang'er..." Yelü Zhuo pulled her out of bed, holding her tightly in his arms, not giving her a chance to break free. He frowned and said with difficulty, "I know you were deceived by that person... I don't blame you... I came here... not to humiliate you... I... I really care about you..."

Yelü Zhuo was never good at expressing his feelings. He always felt that showing love through actions was enough, without having to say it all the time. It was precisely because he liked her that he tried his best to keep her by his side, that he wouldn't allow her to leave easily, and that he gave her the pleasure of love time and time again. Couldn't she feel any of this?

"Concerned about me?" Nu Sang'er cried sadly, her face streaked with tears, looking utterly aggrieved. She kicked and screamed helplessly in his arms, "If you really cared about me, why wouldn't you believe me? Why do you believe her but not me? If you really cared about me, why do you never say you love me? Why do you never say it? Why don't you say you love Sang'er? Why don't you say it? Do you know how happy I was when I thought he was you, when I heard him say he loved me… I thought I had finally waited for this day… For this day, I was willing to endure any hardship… But… it was all fake… all fake… He's not you… He's not you…"

Yelü Zhuo listened silently to her cathartic cries, feeling another sharp pain in his head, a pain that made him extremely agitated, his vision blurred, and cold sweat pouring down his face. But he didn't loosen his grip on her waist.

A few hours ago, when he chose to believe Wan Cai'er and ordered his men to drive Nu Sang'er out, his heart was already filled with regret. The thought of her heartbroken and disappointed gaze pierced his heart, which was why he had rushed out to look for her so soon after. Unexpectedly, he couldn't find her, and finally… he found her in that abandoned house, making love with someone…

When he saw the small embroidered shoe floating on the pond, his heart leaped into his throat. Just closing his eyes and imagining their eternal separation felt like a thunderbolt, leaving him numb and paralyzed, his internal organs feeling as if they were being torn apart!

When had he fallen so deeply? Step by step, sinking deeper and deeper without even realizing it. For her sake, he felt jealousy for the first time, felt so lost and distraught, worried about her safety, even humbled himself before others for her sake. Wasn't this love? Was loving so painful? Was loving so exhausting? Isn't that enough? Why do you keep accusing me, saying I don't care about her, don't love her?

"Let me die, let me die!! I don't want to be played by you anymore! I don't want to be tortured by you anymore!! Let me go!! Let me go!! Let me die, let me die!!! Anyway, you don't care at all, you don't care!" Nu Sang'er cried out, her voice growing louder and her resistance more intense, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

"Enough!!!!!" Yelü Zhuo suddenly roared, his eyes bloodshot. The sound was so loud that Nu Sang'er trembled violently, staring blankly at his unpredictable, ever-changing eyes, sobbing softly.

The man suddenly raised his hand and forcefully grabbed her pointed chin, glaring fiercely as he said, "Sang'er! If you want to hear it, then listen carefully. I'll only say it this once! And for the last time! You are mine, and you will always be mine! I...I love you, for all eternity!"

"..." Nu Sang'er clearly hadn't expected the man to suddenly act this way. The shock was too great, leaving her stunned and speechless, staring at him blankly, unable to utter a single word.

"Is this all you're going to do? You look so silly." Yelü Zhuo frowned unhappily as he watched her stare blankly, frozen in place. However, seeing her tear-filled, flushed face, like two clusters of evening clouds, he was still moved by her innocent and adorable appearance. Before she could speak, he had already pressed himself against her, kissing her cherry-blossom pink lips. Chapter 168 ,

December 11th: Looking out over Nanpu, a vast expanse of golden grass stretched out under the blue sky. The flowers that once vied for attention in summer were now quietly submerged in the golden ears of grass. Scattered across the landscape were vibrant spectacle of colorful blossoms. In the distance, large, white clouds seemed almost within reach. Herds of cattle and sheep frolicked and chased each other across the golden meadows, adding to the boundless expanse of the magnificent grassland. "Brother Zhuo…slow down…I'm scared…ah…" A woman's soft voice echoed from afar. "What's the fun in slowing down? Faster is more exciting, more comfortable!" As the man spoke, he raised his hand and lashed the horse's rump with the whip again. In an instant, a tall, magnificent horse carrying a man and a woman galloped across the golden grassland. The man wore a dark gold brocade robe, his face was extremely handsome and dashing, his sharply defined features gleaming in the golden sunlight. His deep, dark, and expansive eyes seemed to encompass the entire grassland. His jet-black hair was tied diagonally over his right shoulder with a nine-strand gold cord, with the rest falling across his cheeks. It fluttered in the autumn wind that rose with the horse's gallop, giving him an air of noble majesty and untamed spirit. The girl wore a lake-blue dress with silver magnolia blossoms, her face flushed with shyness as she nestled in his arms. Her clear, gentle eyes still showed signs of lingering fear. But her face was beaming with a sweet smile… “Sang’er, isn’t it beautiful here?” Yelü Zhuo pulled on the reins with his left hand, and the horse, as if understanding human nature, reared up and neighed, its front hooves rising high before settling down heavily, slowly pacing along the grassy slope. “Hmm, so beautiful!” Nu Sang’er looked at the picturesque scenery before her with amazement, her small face showing a mixture of excitement and curiosity. “This is the most beautiful place in our Great Liao Kingdom, and also my favorite place. I used to come here often to practice martial arts.” Yelü Zhuo gently wrapped his arms around her waist, his vast and deep gaze looking towards the end of the grassland, as if looking at something. Nu Sang’er followed his gaze, but all she saw was the endless golden grassland and herds of cattle and sheep. “You come here alone to practice martial arts?” "Hmm, who else could it be?" Yelü Zhuo smiled mischievously, deliberately teasing her, "Do you think I'd bring a few singers and dancers with me when I practice martial arts?" Nu Sang'er nodded seriously, as if she really believed it, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes. She lowered her head and whispered jealously, "It must be like that. When you're tired, they'll definitely bring you tea and water, massage your back and legs." "Hahahaha..." Yelü Zhuo looked at her adorable jealous expression, and at how she described it as if she had really seen it, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Nu Sang'er blinked... Looking at him with wide eyes, she didn't understand what he was thinking, but seeing that he didn't explain, she took it somewhat seriously. She awkwardly turned her face away, biting her lip and remaining silent. Yelü Zhuo pinched her cheek hard, then whispered in her ear with a deep laugh, "You're such a jealous little thing. Even though you once had three thousand beauties, now I only want one. You alone are enough for me." Nu Sang'er's cheeks flushed. Seeing the teasing smile on his face, she realized he had been playing a trick on her again. She couldn't help but giggle and playfully punch his chest with her small fist, "You're bad...you're bad...you're the worst...you only know how to bully me..."

Yelü Zhuo didn't dodge, but just laughed and let her play around, waiting for her to tire herself out so he could press her little face against his chest and stroke her black hair. "Sang'er, did you have fun today?"

"Mmm..." Nu Sang'er buried her face in his chest, nodding with red eyes.

"That's good... I should go now..."

"Brother Zhuo..." When Nu Sang'er raised her little face again, it was already covered in tears. She looked at him reluctantly, her bright tears swirling in her eyes. "Sang'er... I can't bear to leave you... Can you not go... or... take Sang'er with you..."

Yelü Zhuo sighed softly, tenderly wiping away her tears, his voice gentle yet containing an undeniable firmness: "The battlefield is too dangerous, I can't take you there. I promise you, I will definitely come back safely. The day I return will be the day you leave." "You must stay here and wait for me to come back." "Brother Zhuo..." Nu Sang'er gazed at him quietly, feeling a thousand words welling up in her chest. Heaven really knew how to play tricks on people. They had finally managed to be together again, but only a few days later, he had to go to the battlefield again to fight against the Western Xia people. She wanted to say so much, but she didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only nod gently with tears in her eyes, stroking his mature and handsome face and replying with tears in her eyes... "I'll wait for you. I will always wait for you to come back. You must come back safely..."

"Yes, it's a promise." Yelü Zhuo held her tightly in his arms, his expression containing a trace of reluctance that was hard to detect. Nu Sang'er huddled in his arms, hugging his waist and crying her heart out. As the sun set, a fine horse and a beautiful couple embraced quietly. The scene was beautiful, but it was hard to hold onto. One could only sigh, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk."

Outside the Liao Kingdom's city gates, warhorses carrying thousands of soldiers in full armor galloped away at the emperor's command, their powerful hooves thundering across the ground, raising clouds of dust that obscured the road. Only from the city wall, Luanxuan, her hands cupped like megaphones, called out to the receding hooves, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, have a safe journey!! You must return safely!! I'll throw you a very, very grand victory banquet when you do!!"

"Fifth Imperial Uncle!! Cough cough!! Fifth Imperial Uncle, take care on your journey!!"

She wanted to say a few more words, such as reminding her to bring back some good food or fun things from Xixia, but the dust kicked up by the horse's hooves made her cough repeatedly, so she had to give up. She vigorously waved the dust in front of her eyes, glanced at the other ministers, and then looked at Yelü Xuanyun, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his brows slightly furrowed. She smiled and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "Seventh Imperial Brother, don't worry about Fifth Imperial Uncle. He is the God of War of our Liao Kingdom! He will definitely return safely!"

"I hope so..." Yelü Xuanyun nodded, but his brows did not relax; instead, they furrowed even more tightly. "But... I feel like something is not right..."

"What's not right?" Luanxuan scratched her head in confusion.

"Western Xia and our Khitan have been at peace for the past few years. Although there have been occasional minor skirmishes, they have always passed quickly and have never reached the point of armed conflict... Why would they suddenly launch an invasion this time without any warning... What are their intentions..."

"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit strange!" Luanxuan listened, thought for a moment, and asked, "Have you told Fifth Imperial Uncle about your concerns?"

"I mentioned it to him, but he only said that the military situation there is too critical, and he doesn't have time to worry about too much. He said he would make plans after arriving there... Moreover, Father is constantly urging him to set off as soon

as possible..." Yelü Xuanyun sighed softly, his gaze lingering, and said, "I hope... I'm just overthinking it..." "Yes, I believe Fifth Imperial Uncle will definitely return victorious! He has never lost a battle!" Luanxuan's smile was very proud, as if she were praising herself.

Yelü Xuanyun's clear gaze fell on his crippled legs, a hint of melancholy flashing across his face. His voice was barely audible: "If only my legs could walk normally... then I could go with them... and I could serve my country as loyally as they did..."

Although his voice was so low it was almost lost in the breeze, Luanxuan still heard it. She clenched her small fists tightly, looking at his immobile legs, when a sudden inspiration struck her. She thought to herself, "Seventh Brother, don't worry! I will definitely heal your legs!"

In the inner palace, fragrant and shimmering behind crystal curtains, various strangely shaped utensils and trinkets were displayed. Ye Fuge lay lazily on a leopard-shaped couch, sipping wine and casually examining a scroll.

"Ye Fuge!! Ye Fuge!!"

Hearing the clamoring voice, Ye Fuge covered his ears with his hand, pretending not to hear, and continued to drink his wine while examining the painting in his hand, until an even sharper and more piercing voice exploded in his ears with anger.

"Hey!! Who gave you permission to touch this painting!! Taking it without asking is theft!" Luan Xuan rushed in, saw the painting in his hand, and immediately screamed and lunged to snatch it back, "Give it back to me, give it back to me!! You damned Ye Fuge!!"

"Not bad, you can even use our Central Plains' ancient language now!"

Ye Fuge laughed mockingly. Although she lunged quickly, Ye Fuge was faster than her. With an elegant and graceful turn, he stood up, holding the painting, avoiding her grab, and even twirled around from time to time, drinking three cups of wine with a deliberately nonchalant attitude.

"Give it back to me, give it back to me!!" Afraid that the painting would end up like the peach blossom hairpin, Luanxuan dared not snatch it anymore. Her face flushed, she stamped her feet, shouting anxiously and angrily, "Hehe, learned your lesson this time?" Ye Fuge smiled mischievously, casually raising his wine glass as if to throw it at the painting. Sure enough, as expected, Luanxuan screamed in terror, her face pale, "No!! Please don't!" "Hehe, beg me? Your sincerity isn't enough," Ye Fuge wagged his finger at her, his fox-like eyes gleaming mischievously.

"What do you want?!" Luanxuan shouted angrily, embarrassed and humiliated.

"It's rare to see something that can make you so nervous." Ye Fuge ignored her eyes, which were practically spitting fire with anger, and calmly examined the painting in his hand. The content of the painting was not unusual; it was just a girl kneeling on the riverbank, making a wish to the river lantern. However, the painting skills were superb, and one could feel as if they were immersed in the scene after just one glance, feeling a strange sense of emotion.

"Who painted this picture?" he asked casually. "You're just asking a question you already know the answer to!" Luanxuan pouted angrily, her disdainful gaze falling on the painting, but then turning proud and smug, even her smile became radiant. "Of course it was Brother Chunjian! In the whole world, who else could paint such an exquisite work besides him! Didn't you say he was going to stop painting? But he made an exception for me! This painting was specially painted for me!!"

"So it really was him?!" Ye Fuge's gaze sharpened, a strange light flashing in his eyes, his fox-like eyes swirling with emotions that were hard to fathom. "Was it painted the night that little eunuch died?! Did he take you to the lakeside?"

"Mmm!" Luanxuan nodded innocently, then quickly covered her mouth, regretfully saying, "Oh no, he forbade me to tell! He said it's our secret... Oh no, you... you can't tell anyone!"

Hearing this, Ye Fuge didn't speak, but focused on the painting. After a long pause, she smiled faintly and said, "Hehe, what a coincidence, what a coincidence. Princess, don't you think it's really a coincidence?"

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Author's Note: Prince Zhuo finally confessed! Hehe, everyone's been waiting for him for so long, right? o(∩＿∩)o Haha~, he finally gave it his all! But right after, I ruthlessly sent him to the battlefield, pfft. Okay, no pain, no gain... The battle is finally about to begin, so, this "Battle Without Sin" chapter, is it finally getting to the point? Oh, I really don't want to be a chatterbox, especially when writing, pfft.

Chapter 169 Healing the Leg (Princess)

"Perhaps it was just a coincidence." Luanxuan paused for a moment, then blinked dismissively and said, "Hehe..."

Looking at his always mysterious and unfathomable gaze, Luanxuan felt inexplicably agitated. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, she snatched the painting, carefully clutching it to her chest, her angry gaze carrying a warning, "You're not allowed to touch this painting anymore. You've already broken the peach blossom hairpin he gave me; if you ruin this painting too, I'll make you pay!"

Ye Fuge chuckled, turned back to half-recline on the couch, and lazily began drinking wine, remaining silent and unresponsive, his expression somber and enigmatic that his thoughts were impossible to discern.

Luan Xuan, remembering her purpose in coming to find him, quickly put away the painting and, unwilling to let him have his peace, grabbed his arm and half-dragged him out. Her expression seemed to change instantly, almost fawningly saying, "Stop drinking! What's the point of drinking alone? Come on, let's go to the Bamboo Forest Tavern and have a good drink! I even invited Si Wu Mei! This meal is on me!"

Ye Fuge wasn't so easily fooled. He pulled his sleeve from her hand, glanced at her sideways, and said coldly, "Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious. I'm not going."

"Okay... I'll say it... I wanted to ask Si Wu Mei to treat Seventh Brother's leg! I heard you all say his medical skills are very high, so..."

"So you want to use my favor to ask him for help?" Ye Fuge interrupted her, a glint of wisdom flashing in his fox-like eyes, a hint of sarcasm in his smile: "You've got a good plan, but you've forgotten one thing."

"What thing?" "

There are three types of people he never treats: the most heinous criminals, officials, and those not from the Central Plains."

"My seventh brother is a good man! He's not like the heinous Liao people you all think he is!" Luanxuan argued, biting her lip. "But he really isn't from the Central Plains either." Ye Fuge calmly stated the facts.

"I don't care! I must ask him myself! If you don't come with me, I'll make you miserable, I'll keep bothering you in your ear, I'll make sure you never have a good day!" Seeing that gentle persuasion failed, Luanxuan resorted to force.

"Hmph...sorry...I'm not in the mood for a trip right now..." Ye Fuge, however, was impervious to both soft and hard approaches. He lazily hummed a few times, then closed his eyes, crossed his legs, and pretended to sleep.

Seeing this, Luanxuan was furious, her teeth itching. She used all her strength to yell and scream in his ear, creating all sorts of disturbing and ear-piercing noises. Finally, she half-heartedly sat on the ground and cried incessantly beside him.

Ye Fuge feared nothing else in his life, but he was most afraid of women crying. Luanxuan's crying was particularly deafening, like thunder, making his scalp tingle and goosebumps rise. Finally, he surrendered, covering his ears with a pained expression and crying out, "Grandma, stop crying!! I'll go! I'll go, okay?!"

Hearing this, Luanxuan immediately stopped crying, a bright smile spreading across her face, her eyes sparkling and mischievous. "Hehe, you're smart enough to know better! I knew you couldn't hold out!" she

said, then forcefully pulled up Ye Fuge, who clearly didn't want to leave, and rushed off towards the Bamboo Grove Tavern.

A few dozen meters from the tavern, a horse galloped by. Luanxuan lifted the curtain and glanced at the distance before pulling her head back down, saying to the absent-minded Ye Fuge, "We'll be at the tavern soon. You absolutely have to help me! Otherwise, you'll regret it!"

"My face is already quite handsome; I don't need Madam to go to any more trouble to enhance it. Otherwise, wouldn't you feel even more ashamed standing next to me?" Ye Fuge squinted his peach blossom eyes, his smile utterly irritating.

Luan Xuan ignored him, merely pouting and glaring at him before lifting the carriage curtain and leaping off. She walked into the restaurant, which reeked of strong wine aromas. As soon as she entered, she saw Si Wumei sitting alone, his back ramrod straight, like a solitary pine tree in the snow, standing lonely yet noble amidst the vast expanse. She covered her mouth and laughed, unceremoniously plopping down next to him, patting his shoulder with a carefree laugh. "Si Wumei, whatever you want to drink today, just drink as much as you like! This meal is on me!"

Si Wumei glanced at her coldly, his gaze icy as he brushed her hand away from his shoulder, saying expressionlessly, "Wasn't it Ye Fuge who invited me? How come it's you?"

"It's all the same, it's all the same. Look, he's here too!" Luan Xuan turned around and pointed at Ye Fuge, who was walking over reluctantly. She smiled sweetly at Si Wumei and said, "Why not try 'Drunken Thousand Years' wine? It's fragrant and smooth without being harsh on the throat, with a lingering and pleasant aftertaste. There's only one shop selling it in the entire Liao Kingdom, and only three jars are sold every day. I specially reserved these three jars for you!"

Upon hearing this, Si Wumei glanced indifferently at the three large red wine jars on the table. Her eyes, as cold as snow, stared directly at Luan Xuan's face, her gaze icy and distant. "You can't accept something for nothing. What are you after?"

"Don't put it so harshly... I just..." Luan Xuan wanted to say something more roundabout, after all, she wasn't very familiar with Si Wumei, and their interactions were always confrontational. Now, asking for a favor felt awkward. "Ahem..." Ye Fuge coughed, interrupting her, and kindly whispered in her ear, "Based on experience, I think you'd have a better chance of success if you just state your purpose directly." "What are you

two

whispering

about?" Si Wumei frowned impatiently, watching the two of them whispering to each other. Seeing his expression, as if he was about to lose patience and leave, Luan Xuan disregarded her pride and face, and blurted out her purpose, not forgetting to add something like "a drop of kindness should be repaid with a spring of gratitude" to appease him.

"So, you've pulled all these tricks to get me to heal your seventh brother's leg?" Si Wumei touched the gold-rimmed eyepatch over her right eye, a strange, cold smile playing on her icy expression.

"Yes!" Luanxuan nodded earnestly, her face pleading. "I know I've offended you in many ways in the past. I apologize. Please forgive me! Help my seventh brother!"

Si Wumei turned her back, her voice chillingly cold: "I don't treat Khitans!"

"He's different from other Liao people. He's never killed anyone!! He's never done anything wrong! He's a good man!" "Luanxuan explained anxiously, then suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up, and she said hopefully, 'That's right, his mother is from the Central Plains, and half of his blood is from the Central Plains! You can save him!!'"

"Whether he can be saved or not is up to me. Even if what you say is true, he still has half Khitan blood in his body. Whether it's the whole person or just half, as long as there's even a drop of Khitan blood in him, I won't treat him!" Si Wumei's voice was as cold as ice, hollow and cruel, leaving no room for negotiation.

After coldly finishing these words, he put down his wine cup, got up, and left. "Never mind, let's think of another way..." Ye Fuge laughed and changed the subject, putting his arm around Luanxuan's arm. "What's this wine called? Is it really that delicious? Let me try it first."

Luan Xuan was truly enraged by Si Wumei, driven mad with rage. Na?ve as she was, she had never imagined that the Khitans would be so despised, so scorned, to the point that even their lives could be taken away. Intense anger and humiliation made her blood boil. She flung Ye Fuge's hand away, strode up to Si Wumei, and angrily shouted, "I told you, not all Khitans are bad people!! Are all you Song people good people?! Your prejudice against Khitans makes you unfit to be a doctor! You're so incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, so indecisive about good and evil—it's a good thing you weren't made emperor! If you were emperor, you would be a complete tyrant! You wouldn't even be able to protect your own empire!"

"Luan Xuan!" Hearing her curse "tyrant" and "wouldn't be able to protect his empire," Ye Fuge's expression suddenly changed. He glanced at Si Wumei's abruptly changed face, and a chill ran down his spine. Although he shouted a rebuke, it was too late!

Chapter 170 Mutual Support

Time flies, and a month has passed since Yelü Zhuo left. The Liao Kingdom has also welcomed its first snowfall of the winter. The Liao Kingdom's climate is much farther from the Central Plains, so the winter is much colder. However, when it snows, the vast and desolate snow scene is quite magnificent. Nu Sang'er, wearing a bright red cotton dress and a thick lambskin coat, stood in front of the window, watching the snowflakes dance in the air. Each soft flake landed on the window frame and melted into a cold water stain in no time. She gently put her hands out of the window, and the snowflakes fell softly into her palms like wet feathers. The cold north wind quickly turned her small hands and face red, but she did not move. She just stared blankly at the slowly melting wet patches in her palms. Each drop of crystal water was like someone's silent tears.

I wonder if he's doing well now. Is it as cold on the Western Xia border as it is here? Is it snowing there too? Has he caught a cold?!

The sound of a wheelchair turning came from afar into the inner hall. Yelü Xuanyun, dressed in a light blue brocade robe and wearing a thick fox fur coat, slowly wheeled himself in. He looked at the beautiful face leaning against the window, a look of loneliness and sadness on her face. He knew she was worried about Yelü Zhuo's safety, but he didn't point it out. He just smiled gently and said, "The snow is so beautiful today. Would you like to go out of the palace to see it?"

"Go out of the palace?" Nu Sang'er turned her head slightly, her expression seemingly hesitant.

Yelü Xuanyun lowered his eyes and gently stroked the blanket covering his legs. His handsome and serene face was filled with a gentle smile. "Just consider it as accompanying me for a walk, okay?"

Although his expression was indifferent and composed, his fingers unconsciously gripped the blanket covering his legs nervously.

Nu Sang'er glanced at the swirling snowflakes outside, finding the snowfall truly breathtaking. Not wanting to remain immersed in this state of worry and sorrow, nor wanting to spoil his mood, she took a deep breath, smiled faintly, and agreed.

"...Okay..."

Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's expression finally relaxed completely, a childlike, innocent smile even appearing on his lips, his eyes sparkling like a piece of jade submerged in a clear stream.

Yelü Xuanyun was always discreet, so his travels were not elaborate. He was only accompanied by two palace maids and two highly skilled guards, who drove him out of the palace in a carriage. Since the assassination attempt, Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu's relationship had completely cooled. Although the Emperor ultimately didn't hold it against them and chose to believe that Yelü Xuanyun wouldn't have done such a thing and was framed, Chi Mu never returned to Yelü Xuanyun's side; he had clearly become Yelü Gonglin's man.

Yelü Xuanyun didn't question him again, and he never set foot in the Yunshu Palace again. Although Nusang'er secretly asked Chi Mu when he could explain everything, Chi Mu always said it wasn't the right time, so Nusang'er had no choice but to remain silent.

However, although Yelü Xuanyun said nothing and never mentioned Chi Mu's name, Nusang'er could see that the thorn in Yelü Xuanyun's heart, caused by Chi Mu, was deeply rooted in the deepest and softest part of his heart, impossible to remove or touch.

Nusang'er could only secretly hope that one day Chi Mu would return to his former loyal self, explain everything, and come back, so that when his gaze fell on the guards, it wouldn't feel so empty and lonely.

After leaving the palace and reaching the bustling street, Yelü Xuanyun ordered the carriage to stop and didn't allow anyone else to serve him, only having Nusang'er accompany him as they strolled slowly along the street.

Because her hands were wrapped in thick woolen cloths, Nusang'er didn't feel cold at all as she pushed Yelü Xuanyun through the streets. The snow outside was falling even heavier, and the white world was like a fairyland. The snowflakes fell slowly, like willow catkins dancing in the sky. The entire capital city looked exceptionally charming under the snow...

The white snow fell slowly, a few cool strands touching their cheeks, drifting down onto their bodies as they walked side by side. The wind, carrying the cold snow, blew against Nusang'er's cheeks, causing her to squint slightly. But her mood gradually brightened with the gentle, graceful snowflakes falling from the sky.

Looking at the handsome, upright back of the man in the chair, at the few snowflakes clinging to his satin-black hair, at his gentle smile as he occasionally glanced back at her, Nu Sang'er felt a sudden surge of inexplicable emotion. It was a feeling akin to warmth, a sense of security, as if he were always there for her, no matter what, as if he would never leave.

"Are you cold?" Noticing her slowing pace, he turned slightly, his gaze concerned as he asked. "No... I'm not cold." Nu Sang'er shook her head and smiled, raising her hand to wave the woolen glove she wore, her eyes clear and gentle. "These gloves are so warm! My hands aren't cold at all wearing them, they're even warm! Are you cold?"

"Not cold... If you like these gloves, I'll have a few more made for you tomorrow." Yelü Xuanyun also smiled, a smile that, amidst the swirling snowflakes, was as beautiful and captivating as the falling snowflakes themselves.

“One pair is enough; we can’t carry more,” Nu Sang’er

said with a smile, shaking her head. Having come from a poor background, she was used to frugality and, even in the palace, still found extravagance somewhat unappealing. Yelü Xuanyun didn’t insist. He simply looked up at a small building with a red plaque in the distance, listening to the cheers coming from inside. A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he turned to Nu Sang’er and smiled, “Come on, let’s go check out the ‘Skills Hall.’ There are often highly skilled martial artists performing their unique skills there; it’s very exciting and interesting!”

Nu Sang’er rarely saw him so interested, and she became curious as well. She smiled and agreed, pushing him into the small building. Once

inside the Skills Hall, they found it already packed with people—men and women, young and old—all sitting expectantly in chairs, looking towards the stage in the center of the building.

Upon their sudden entrance, all eyes turned to them, scrutinizing them with curiosity. Some looked at Nu Sang'er, others at Yelü Xuanyun in his wheelchair, their gazes filled with speculation, or perhaps even ill intent. Having tasted the bitterness and sweetness of palace life, Yelü Xuanyun was accustomed to such stares. He remained silent and unperturbed, merely glancing calmly at the steward in the small building. The steward immediately approached with eager enthusiasm, leading them to a vantage point with a superior view, and respectfully serving them tea and fruit. Yelü Xuanyun nodded, gesturing for the steward to leave. The steward bowed and withdrew with a fawning smile.

"Does he recognize you?" Nu Sang'er asked softly, somewhat surprised by the steward's attentiveness.

Yelü Xuanyun smiled mysteriously, gesturing to her, and chuckled softly in a similarly low voice, "He knows a little..."

Nu Sang'er understood, biting her lip and chuckling shyly. She picked up a fruit from the plate and offered it to his mouth, but when her fingers inadvertently touched his pale, beautifully shaped lips, her fingers trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Actually, when he was sick, she had often fed him, so this wasn't the first time. But perhaps because there were so many people present, she felt inexplicably shy.

Yelü Xuanyun hadn't thought much of it at first, but seeing the blush on her cheeks, he realized their current position was rather ambiguous, and he felt a little awkward himself. He awkwardly looked away, coughed lightly, took the fruit from her hand, put it in his mouth, and pretended to be serious as he looked at the stage set up on the small building, his handsome face slightly flushed, saying, "Look, it's about to begin."

Seeing that he finally turned his face away, Nu Sang'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, softly hummed in agreement, and also focused her gaze on the stage.

Today, the performance in the hall was a shadow play, a show she had seen several times back in her hometown, and each time she found it exceptionally interesting.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candlelight.

Behind a crisp, translucent white brocade cloth, two brightly colored paper-cut figures, attached to bamboo poles, danced lifelike against the fabric. Illuminated by the candlelight, they seemed alive, moving, jumping, running, crying, laughing, wielding swords and spears, soaring through the clouds, and performing various difficult feats, all in perfect harmony with the performers' laughter, shouts, and music. This art form, originally invented in the Central Plains, was rarely seen in the Liao Dynasty, so the audience was astonished, their eyes wide with amazement, shouts and applause ringing out. They praised its exquisite skill, even Yelü Xuanyun was deeply impressed, her eyes gleaming with wonder, her face beaming like a child encountering a new and wondrous toy. He smiled at Nusang'er, "I've long heard that the 'shadow puppetry' of the Central Plains is incredibly skillful and lifelike. The figures on the paper seem to talk, laugh, cry, and make noise, truly as if they were alive. Seeing it today, it's indeed well-deserved."

Nusang'er also found it very interesting. Hearing him say this, she blinked her eyes and smiled, "Then do you want to know where this 'shadow puppetry' comes from?"

"Of course I want to know! You must know! Tell me quickly!" Yelü Xuanyun was captivated by anything related to the Central Plains. He couldn't help but ask impatiently.

Nu Sang'er thought for a moment, then giggled and said, "I heard this from Grandpa Yu in the village. He said that when Emperor Wu of Han's beloved concubine, Lady Li, died of illness, the emperor was heartbroken and absent-minded, neglecting state affairs all day. One day, Minister Li Shaoweng went out and saw children playing with cloth dolls, their shadows reflected on the ground so lifelike. Li Shaoweng was inspired and cut out an image of Lady Li from cotton cloth, painted it, and attached wooden rods to its hands and feet. At night, he surrounded it with a square curtain, lit candles, and respectfully invited the emperor to sit in the tent to watch. Emperor Wu of Han was delighted after watching it and became very fond of it, rewarding the minister handsomely. That's how shadow puppetry was passed down..."

"There are always passionate people in the world, and this sorrow has nothing to do with wind and moon. Emperor Wu of Han was not only a great hero, but also a romantic..." Yelü Xuanyun sighed softly, as if moved by the story.

Nu Sang'er's gaze sharpened as she looked at the two still-dancing silhouettes on the white brocade. A faint sadness welled up on her face, and she lowered her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and whispered, "I wonder, if I die, will anyone miss me as much as Emperor Wu of Han missed his beloved concubine..."

Yelü Xuanyun frowned, took her hand, and said with a hint of reproach in his voice, "Why are you saying such unlucky things again? Didn't I tell you not to say them?"

Nu Sang'er forced a smile, her eyes lowered, and murmured softly, "I... I was just saying if..."

Yelü Xuanyun looked at her quietly, a strange emotion flickering in his clear, calm eyes. He tightened his grip on her hand, his clear voice gentle yet firm, "Yes, there will be..."

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Author's Note: I've been listening to the song "Mutual Support" on repeat, and it suddenly resonated with me. Xuanyun and Nusang'er must have felt exactly like that... ┐(┘▽└)┌, ~! ~ Without realizing it... I'll give them some steamy scenes sometime, hehe.

Chapter 171 Mysterious Pavilion (Limited)

After the snow cleared, the garden was dotted with red plum blossoms.

Nusang'er strolled through the garden, picking a few red plum blossoms in her hand. Just as she was about to take them back to show Yelü Xuanyun, she suddenly heard a weeping sound coming from a corner of the wall not far away.

Curious, she couldn't help but follow the sound. When she reached behind a rockery, she saw a little palace maid crouching there, crying pitifully.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Nusang'er asked softly, her mind filled with doubt.

Hearing the voice, the palace maid raised her tear-streaked face, looked at Nu Sang'er, and suddenly knelt down in the snow, clutching Nu Sang'er's dress and pleading, "Princess Yu Luo, please help me, please... please... sob..."

"You... don't do this, let's talk... it's so cold on the ground, get up first, I'll help if I can." Nu Sang'er saw her thin body shivering from the cold and quickly pulled her up from the ground. Seeing her face red from the cold, she wanted to take her back into the palace to warm her up, but the palace maid refused, standing there sobbing, explaining her dilemma. It turned out that the palace maid had heard that her father was seriously ill and had been abandoned by his son in a dilapidated temple, suffering from hunger and cold, and desperately needed money for treatment. She was anxious... Ru Fen, being a palace maid, couldn't leave the palace at will. Even though she had gathered enough money, she couldn't find anyone to deliver it. For a moment, she didn't know what to do and cried in distress. Nu Sang'er saw her pitiful state and remembered that Yelü Xuanyun had given her the token that allowed her free access when they watched a shadow play yesterday, which was still hanging on her waist. She frowned and thought for a moment, then said softly, "Since that's the case, tell me where it is, and I'll go deliver it for you. Is that alright?" Upon hearing this

, the palace maid immediately stopped crying and smiled, knelt down again with gratitude, and kowtowed several times, her forehead covered in wet snowflakes.

Nu Sang'er couldn't bear to see her like this, so she quickly helped her up, comforted the maid, took the silver, and hurriedly left the palace.

With the token, the palace guards didn't give Nu Sang'er any trouble and let her go. Nu Sang'er smiled secretly to herself…

and followed the direction the palace maid had given her.

However, following the address the maid had written, she searched and searched, but somehow ended up in front of an elegant and ornate little building on the outskirts of the city. Nu Sang'er stood bewildered in front of the building, wondering how an old man could live in such a small building. She thought she must have gone to the wrong place and was about to turn back when a younger servant boy came out of the building and greeted her, “Miss, are you looking for an old man in tattered clothes who is seriously ill?” "

Hmm?" Nu Sang'er paused for a moment, then nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Hearing this, the servant boy smiled kindly and gestured for Nu Sang'er to follow, "The person you're looking for is inside this small building. Please follow me."

"This..." Nu Sang'er looked at the mysterious and magnificent building, feeling somewhat doubtful. However, seeing the servant boy's polite demeanor, he didn't seem like a bad person, and the address was indeed correct. She mustered her courage, bit her lip, and said shyly, "Please lead the way..."

The servant boy smiled and went into the building first. Nu Sang'er followed him inside. Although the building looked very beautiful and elegant on the outside, it was pitch black inside, with only a wooden staircase leading upstairs. A few faint candlelight flickered on the walls.

Noticing Nu Sang'er's hesitation, the servant boy turned back and smiled, reassuring her, "Don't be afraid, it will be much brighter on the second floor."

As he spoke, he turned back and walked up the steps with practiced ease. Hearing this, Nusang'er had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue

. She climbed another thirty or forty wooden steps, and just as a light sweat began to bead on her forehead, she suddenly heard the servant boy say, "We're here." She looked up and saw a bright light overhead, with a faint, elegant fragrance wafting through the air. She took a deep breath, stepped onto the last step, and reached the second floor of the small building.

The second floor was exquisitely decorated. Every table and chair was meticulously chosen. Soft, smooth, deep red curtains draped to the floor. Behind the crystal curtains, glass pillows shimmered, their surface rippling like water. Amber incense burners and agate cups—every item was beautifully crafted.

"Where is this?" Nusang'er stared blankly at everything before her, looking at the servant boy with a heart full of questions.

The pageboy simply smiled silently, picked up an embroidered stool and placed it behind her, politely saying, "Please sit, young lady. My master will be here shortly."

"I... but..."

The pageboy disappeared before she could say anything more, leaving Nu Sang'er alone on the stool, anxiously pondering.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of jade clinking against the curtain rang out quietly behind her, followed by a clear, slightly cold voice. A man dressed in a peacock green robe with dark gold trim slowly entered. His face was cold yet noble, and his eyes, which had seen much of life, held a unique charm.

"There's so much fruit on the table, why don't you try some, Lian'er?"

Nu Sang'er turned around abruptly. When she saw the handsome man walking in, she was completely stunned. She jumped up from her chair as if struck by lightning. "...It's...it's you..."

"Isn't it me?" Hua Duzhu smiled charmingly, stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms. His eyes held a hint of reproach and resentment. "You heartless little vixen, you left without a word, leaving me to suffer the pain of unrequited love. You came back but didn't even look for me, forcing me to resort to this method to see you. You're such a wicked little devil!"

"Young Master Hua..." Although Nu Sang'er had regained her senses, she still remembered what she had done while she was delirious, including her ill-fated relationship with him. In fact, she had seen him yesterday when she left the Arts Pavilion, but because she didn't know how to face him, she felt a surge of unease and panic when she saw his surprised yet delighted gaze. She fled to the carriage and returned to the palace with Yelü Xuanyun.

Unexpectedly, he was still persistent and had set up this trap to lure her in.

“I prefer to hear you call me ‘husband’ like before. Don’t just stand there, sit down and eat something. I remember you’ve been quite a glutton.”

Hua Duzhuo’s movements were gentle, and he smiled kindly as he helped her sit on a stool, picking up a fragrant pear and handing it to her. “Here, try it. This pear is fragrant and sweet, very delicious.”

“…Thank you…Young Master Hua…” Nu Sang’er awkwardly took the pear from his hand, her eyes darting around uneasily, refusing to call him “husband” again.

Hua Duzhuo’s expression stiffened for a moment, then he narrowed his watery eyes and smiled, “Why are you being so formal? Didn’t I say I still prefer you to call me ‘husband’?”

Although his voice was gentle as water, it contained a hint of cold threat.

"...If there's nothing else, I...I'll be going now..." Nu Sang'er gently placed the pear on the table, looking uneasy as she tried to leave, but her shoulders were pressed down heavily by his two hands. He seemed not to hear anything, and said gently, "I've turned on the heater in this room, it's very hot...Lian'er, aren't you hot?"

Hua Duzhuo said this, already hugging her from behind, his smooth and delicate hands roughly pulling open her collar and unbuttoning her clothes, revealing a peach-colored bodice and her snow-white breasts that couldn't be concealed. "No...I...I'm not hot...Don't do this...Hua...Young Master Hua...please...don't do this..." Nu Sang'er struggled uncomfortably, and as her clothes were taken off one by one, a pale pink blush of shame appeared on her face.

Chapter 172 The Jealous Husband is Very Powerful (Limited)

"Why don't you do this? Do you know how long I've missed you? Do you know how much I want to enter your body right now? But you keep calling me 'Young Master Hua,' it hurts my heart..." Hua Duzhuo stripped her down to only a peach-colored bodice, cupped her soft breasts in his hands, and passionately nibbled at them with his lips and teeth. He said with a self-deprecating look, "Hmm... ah... I..."

"I've never known love before, but now that I do, I'm tormented by it. I've never been so heartbroken for anyone before, but I never expected to be so infatuated with you, you silly girl. Don't you think you're my calamity?"

Nu Sang'er was still struggling at first, but when she heard him say this, she couldn't help but recall the care and love he had shown her when she was by his side. Although it was often mixed with lust, he had never treated her badly, and sometimes, there was even a hint of happiness in it.

But, but back then… she was completely out of her mind, and those feelings didn’t count at all. Now that she had regained her senses, she knew that Yelü Zhuo was the only one in her heart, so how could she continue down the same path with him?

“No… back then I… I was out of my mind… I… those feelings didn’t count… Young Master Hua… you… you let me go… listen to me… it’s not like that… I… you and I… shouldn’t have done this…” She twisted her body restlessly, explaining anxiously.

Upon hearing this, Hua Duzhuo's eyes flashed with anger, and his handsome, delicate face darkened. He roughly kneaded her soft breasts, saying harshly, "What do you mean it doesn't count? Are you trying to sever ties with me? Are you saying that now that you've regained your senses, you have no feelings for me at all?"

Nu Sang'er felt sharp pains as he twisted her chest. Although she was afraid, she knew that some things had to be made clear, so she could only hold back her tears and say, "Hua...Young Master Hua...Sang'er already has someone she loves...I...can't possibly fall in love with anyone else...You...please let me go..."

"Someone she loves?" Hearing those harsh words, Hua Duzhuo's anger intensified. A vicious smile crept across his cold face as he bit down hard on her nipple. Hearing her pained cry and watching a drop of blood fall from the rosy tip, a vengeful smile of satisfaction spread across his face. He tore at the injured bud with two fingers, his expression cruel and mocking. "Is your sweetheart that crippled seventh prince? I seriously doubt whether he can satisfy you. Or do you want to live a life of widowhood with him?"

"You...you shouldn't talk nonsense..." Hearing his humiliation of Yelü Xuanyun, a sense of rejection welled up within her. She struggled and twisted her body, crying out, "Let me go...let me go..."

"What, you feel sorry for him? Am I wrong?" Hua Duzhuo gave a mocking laugh, his delicate palms twisting and pinching between her erect nipples. Looking at the tip, which quickly hardened like a small stone, his gaze became even more mocking. "No one knows your wanton body better than me. Look, just a touch and you're this excited. You must be sexually frustrated all the time."

"No... I'm not... not... like what you said..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip tightly in shame, trying not to cry, but her eyes still welled up with tears. Her body stiffened in waves. The man's lips quickly landed on her red nipple, nibbling and biting it until it was itchy and numb, deliberately trying to arouse her. His nimble tongue licked every sensitive spot, but it wasn't just flirtatious licking; he also kept biting and sucking on the erect nipple. His charming face was buried deep in her chest, and the expression on his handsome face became more and more intoxicated.

"No... like this... please... don't do this... sob..."

Watching him suckle so lewdly, like breastfeeding a baby, her cheeks flushed with shame. She couldn't stop sobbing, shaking her head and pleading with him to stop, tears streaming down her face. "Please...don't...don't do this to me...uh...don't...don't eat anymore..."

she pleaded, her face red with difficulty. These words took all her strength; she could barely speak before gasping for breath. He sucked so hard, as if he wanted to devour her nipples. Although she cried out no, her body was incredibly sensitive from the sucking. That indescribable feeling gushed from her nipples, making her almost go limp. The intense sucking and passionate licking not only drained all her strength but also made her nipples harder and harder. Her lower body flowed uncontrollably, moistening her empty flower. Noticing the wetness between her legs, she bit her lip in panic, tightly clamping her legs together, afraid of being discovered by the man. Unfortunately, such a move couldn't escape Hua Duzhuo's keen observation. He smugly loosened his grip and chuckled, "Already wet?"

"...No...no...no..." she lied, her face flushed, her clear eyes filled with unease under his all-knowing gaze.

"Is that so? Then let me check." Hua Duzhuo said, grabbing one of her ankles and lifting it high. In an instant, her damp, pink petals and the spring water between her legs were completely exposed to the man's view.

"Tsk tsk, so wet, and you still say you're not wet...Is my Lian'er always so fond of lying?" Hua Duzhuo narrowed his eyes smugly, his intimidating smile containing a hint of humiliation. "Look, you're already soaking wet, and I haven't even gone in yet, and you're already this excited?"

"No...don't say it...don't say it..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip tightly, filled with shame, and turned her face away, crying, not wanting to face the lewd lust and unspoken mockery in his charming eyes.

Hua Duzhu chuckled, picked her up and carried her to the bed, his tall body pressing down on her like a victor. His slender, white fingers traced a few lines on her face, and he said with a look of regret, "That man can't satisfy you at all, can he? It's such a waste of your body, which was born to be played with by men."

"Please...let me go...let me go...let me go..." Nu Sang'er looked at the man pressing down on her, shaking her head in fear, tears streaming helplessly down her cheeks, her tearful eyes looking pitiful.

"Let you go? How could that be?" Hua Duzhuo seemed to have heard a very funny joke, his eyes crinkling as he chuckled a few times. The laugh was quite beautiful, like a spider lily blooming on the River Styx, dazzlingly beautiful yet chilling. He forcefully spread her legs apart, placing them on his shoulders, his hands supporting her snowy buttocks, burying his face between her thighs and licking and teasing her.

"I finally found you, how could I let you go so easily?"

His kisses caused a tingling sensation, like pollen falling on her skin. His nimble tongue clung tightly to her sensitive clitoris, greedily covering and provocatively covering and moving over her sensitive, protruding vulva. "Ah...no...um...ah...it hurts...it itches...no...ah...not there..."

Nu Sang'er's body trembled uncontrollably as the man's cold, smooth tongue moved like a snake, an unbearable pleasure surging within her. She twisted her waist, unsure whether it was discomfort or pleasure.

The man's tongue was like a giant hand controlling fate, instantly sending shivers of pleasure through her, making her feel as if she were floating on clouds, and then a mixture of soreness and itchiness, as if thousands of ants were gnawing inside her. She could only clutch the sheets beneath her, crying and groaning. These two extreme sensations tormented her relentlessly, alternating endlessly. She felt like she couldn't live, yet couldn't die.

"Mmm...ah...it hurts...no more...please...stop...stop..."

"Mmm...I can't take it...please...don't lick there anymore...please...ah...it hurts...ah...it itches...it itches~"

Nu Sang'er cried and begged, unable to bear it any longer. Her petite body writhed uncomfortably on the bed, her legs trembling slightly, her face flushed red.

"Who are you begging?" Feeling the slight tremor in her body with each touch of his clitoris, Hua Duzhuo deliberately licked the tiny bud hidden deep within with the tip of his tongue, teasingly asking.

"Please...please...please spare me..." Nu Sang'er trembled again, sobbing, "Me? Who am I?" Hua Du asked, raising an eyebrow.

Nu Sang'er was stunned for a moment, looking at his leisurely expression, her eyes reddened as she bit her lip, a hint of hesitation in her expression.

Seeing this, Hua Du didn't ask any more questions, but just smiled coldly, and buried his head to lick that little pearl again, until it was erect and engorged, and still refused to stop licking it and the crevice between his lips, "Ah ah...no~!~no more...please...husband~spare...spare Lian'er..." Nu Sang'er could no longer bear this trembling, tingling, sore, and itchy feeling, abandoning all shame, just wanting to be free, crying and shaking her head, screaming. “I can’t hear you, say it again.”

“Mmm…ah…please…please…husband…ah…spare Lian’er…”

“Heh, that’s a good girl…then Lian’er, tell your husband…did that crippled man touch you?” Hua Duzhuo didn’t know why he had suddenly become interested in this matter. He played with her erect breasts and asked with a lewd smile.

Seeing her face turn red and her eyes filled with shame as she refused to speak, Hua Duzhuo’s gaze turned cold again. His lips slowly traced the contours of her lips, sucking and teasing them from top to bottom, licking them heavily, sometimes squeezing out the tempting little honey hole in the middle. “Mmm…no…don’t…he…didn’t…mmm…”

Although Nu Sang’er tried her best to suppress it, she still couldn’t help but let out a moan from her throat. Knowing that he wouldn’t stop so easily if she didn’t speak, she could only blush and moan in a barely audible voice.

"Then why do you like him?" Watching the nectar gushing from within, Hua Duzhuo seemed to be addicted, licking the crevice until it was completely exposed... then he thrust his tongue inside, and because of the lubrication of the spring water, his tongue quickly squeezed in.

"...No...there...it's so itchy...ah...um...it itches...don't go in~"

His most secret place was invaded, and Nu Sang'er felt an excruciating itch, an unbearable itch. Her snowy buttocks swayed shamefully in mid-air, and she cried out weakly, her eyes brimming with tears, "How can it itch? You're enjoying yourself too much." A hint of pleasure flashed in Hua Duzhuo's lustful eyes. He moved his tongue back and forth in that fragrant valley, letting it tease her sweetness to its heart's content. With just a few casual touches, her nectar flowed out in an endless stream.

At this moment, he would rush forward, sucking the nectar with all his might, ignoring her panicked cries and pleas. He would frantically thrust his tongue deep into her, teasing her opening with quick and agile movements to stimulate her to secrete more nectar. "Ah... um... ah..." Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Nu Sang'er cried out sharply, her head thrown back. Her body trembled like a flower falling in the wind. She had never felt anything like this before, the extreme pain and pleasure driving her to the brink of madness. Her legs felt numb, devoid of feeling, and she lay on the bed as if her soul had been ripped away, utterly powerless.

Seeing her lying on the bed, her eyes unfocused and vacant, Hua Duzhuo smiled with satisfaction. He placed her legs on the bed, looking at the faint blush covering her body from desire, the intense lust in his eyes seeming to overflow from his alluring gaze.

He calmly removed his luxurious and exquisite clothes, revealing his slender and sensual body. His skin was very white, but not as sickly as Yelü Xuanyun's; rather, it was a pampered, natural white, like a piece of noble white silk, radiating a captivating luster.

"Or did you fall in love with another man, not that cripple? Who is he?" He tossed his clothes to the foot of the bed, then picked her up, who was now completely powerless, and forced her to kneel on the bed with her snowy buttocks raised

high, asking coldly. "...Ugh..." Nu Sang'er was forced to kneel on the bed by the man, her snowy buttocks trembling slightly as she was forced to stand up. This familiar position made her choke back a soft sob in panic.

Hua Duzhuo didn't know if he had lost patience or could no longer control his swollen member. Seeing that she refused to speak, he aimed his huge member at her already extremely wet flower cave, gripped her restless, swaying snow buttocks, and with a strong thrust of his waist, he squeezed his member in heavily. "No... Ah...!!" The pain of being stretched to the extreme made Nu Sang'er moan painfully. The feeling of being filled to the brim made her shake her snow buttocks uncomfortably. She tried to close her legs, but the man's thrust made it impossible for her to close them.

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Chapter 173 Toasting Wine and Drinking the Penalty (Limited)

"Uh... It's so warm and tight inside you..." Hua Duzhuo sighed comfortably, thrusting hard, slowly pushing it in little by little, and in no time he had pushed his thick penis all the way in.

"Mmm...so big...ah..."

"Mmm...mmm..." Nusang'er whimpered weakly, lying on the bed, but her body couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure. With the man's teasing techniques, her brows furrowed and relaxed repeatedly, finally succumbing to the cloud-like ecstasy. She swayed gently involuntarily with the thrusting of the massive member. Her face quickly flushed a brilliant red.

"You know how to enjoy it now?"

Seeing her no longer resisting, but swaying gently with his desire, Hua Duzhuo's shimmering eyes revealed a triumphant smile. He fondled her nipples with affection, his voice gentle yet lewd, inducing and coaxing her, "Yes, that's it...follow your desires, enjoy this feeling. You like it, you like me doing this to you."

"Ah...no...mmm..." The hot, massive object rubbed against her already aroused flesh, sending shivers of sensitivity through her body. Her snowy buttocks swayed slowly beneath the man, as she let out intermittent, seductive moans. Hua Duzhuo, aroused by these alluring yet masculine groans, gripped her waist tightly, thrusting deeper and faster into her. His large hands kneaded and rubbed her buttocks rapidly, his eyes blazing with lust as he passionately cried out, "Do you like it? You little vixen, are you enjoying it? Mmm..."

"Ah... um... ah..." Nu Sang'er felt waves of sharp pain, each thrust deeper than the last, as if her entire flower wall was being turned inside out. The intense shaking left her mind blank, her head spinning from his thrusts. Spring water gushed from between her legs like a waterfall, soaking their joined bodies and the bed. Her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving rapidly, her breathing growing heavier. Finally, unable to bear the man's frenzy behind her any longer, she turned back, tears welling in her eyes, and pleaded helplessly, "... um... too fast... Sang'er can't take it... um... really can't take it... please... stop... ah... ah!... can't... take it anymore..."

"How can you not take it? This is far from enough... I'm far from enough!" Hua

Duzhuo refused her request relentlessly, continuing his rhythmic thrusts inside her, as if venting his longing of so many days, as if releasing the anger and resentment deep within his heart. Like a playful child, he craved her scent, her alluring moans, and even more so, the tightness of her vagina that almost made him lose control. The intense infatuation and the resentment of not getting what he wanted rendered even the usually eloquent Hua Duzhuo speechless, leaving him only able to use his vigorous thrusting to prove, to make her understand, how much he truly loved her!

"Ah...mmm...it hurts...ah..."

"Ugh...it's so tight...you know...ugh...I really love...your little cunt..." Hua Duzhuo held her waist tightly, thrusting wildly while passionately declaring his love. A pink mist rose on his cool and handsome face with the intense desire, and his worldly eyes were as dark as an unfillable chasm.

"Ahhh... um... ah... ee... um... slower... slower... um... ah~"

Nu Sang'er lay limp on the bed, moaning softly. Her limbs were too weak to support her weight, hanging limply on the bed. Only her snowy buttocks were still held high by the man, welcoming the thrusting and pounding of the purplish-red behemoth behind her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. In the intense stimulation, she gradually lost herself, only feeling the overwhelming pleasure of the ocean waves, making her thoughts chaotic. At this moment, she could no longer utter any words of refusal and could only let herself go. She writhed and swayed to his intense rhythm, uttering intermittent, seductive moans. Until… she was overwhelmed by pleasure and fainted…

In the early morning, the sunlight was dim, and the deep red curtains still hung low at the foot of the bed.

Nu Sang'er opened her eyes wearily, looked around, and found herself alone. Lying on the bed, she stared blankly at the bruises on her snow-white body for a moment. Just as she tried to move her aching body to get out of bed, a slender white finger reached in and hung the crimson curtains on a gold hook. “Lian'er, you’re awake? Come, see what I’ve done for you?” Having satisfied his desires, Hua Duzhuo regained his usual aloof and noble expression, smiling gently at her and beckoning her to get out of bed.

Nu Sang'er hesitated for a moment, then picked up the plain white velvet dress Hua Duzhuo had prepared for her. Because the room was warm and cozy, the dress was very thin, revealing glimpses of her private parts. Wearing it, she felt ashamed, but dared not say anything. After the ordeal of the previous night, she was terrified and dared not anger him further. Although unwilling, she still took small steps forward.

Hua Duzhuo, standing at the table arranging the bowls and chopsticks… Seemingly oblivious to the change in her expression, he continued to fiddle with the dishes with great interest, humming a melodious tune.

Nu Sang'er glanced around and saw two plates of pastries on the table, and another plate hidden by a dish, its contents obscured. Beside the dish sat a jade wine pot carved with dragons and phoenixes, and two amber-colored wine cups sat quietly to one side, filled with a rosy liquid.

Seeing her standing there motionless, Hua Duzhuo walked over, took her hand, and gently helped her sit down on a stool. With a flick of his green robe, he gracefully and skillfully sat opposite her, smiling sweetly, and pointed to the hidden plate, saying, "Guess what's in there?"

Nu Sang'er thought for a moment, then gently shook her head, "...I don't know..." "

I think you wouldn't guess either," Hua Duzhuo said with a mysterious smile, gracefully lifting the lid of the plate.

A plate of golden, crispy sesame-coated eggs, sprinkled with white sesame seeds and steaming hot, appeared before her.

Nu Sang'er was startled, her gaze falling on the plate of sesame-coated eggs, a look of surprise on her face.

"Heh, surprised, aren't you?" Hua Duzhuo smiled as expected, picking up a piece with his chopsticks and placing it on Nu Sang'er's plate, "If I told you I made this myself, wouldn't you be even more surprised?"

"...This...you made it?" Nu Sang'er's face showed even more surprise. In her hazy memory, she remembered that he always avoided the kitchen like the plague, saying that the greasy smell there was too strong and would spoil his fragrance, harming and tarnishing his delicate face. Seeing her staring at him blankly without speaking, he stroked a strand of hair by his cheek, his phoenix eyes full of charm, "Try it, is it good?"

Nu Sang'er lowered her head and took a bite, nodding honestly, and slowly said, "...Mmm...very delicious..."

“Of course,” Hua Duzhuo accepted her praise without a trace of modesty, his gaze fixed on her as he said, “I’ve tried making this dish forty-nine times, how could it not be delicious? This time, it should be the best one yet. However, what I really want to eat is…”

He raised his hand and grasped her other hand, squeezing it in his palm, his smile confident, “that you made it for me yourself. From now on, you will stay by my side and make this dish for me every day, how about that?”

“…Hua…Young Master Hua…” Nu Sang'er's face was pale as her pink lips trembled, her small hands gripping her sleeves tightly as if trying to hold back water. Her clear eyes held guilt and struggle, but though gentle, she was not confused about her feelings. Although she couldn't bear to extinguish the bright hope in his eyes, she had to harden her heart and speak the truth, word by word, with great effort, "I'm sorry... I... I can't accept your affection... This sesame egg dish was something I learned to make for someone else... I only wanted to make this dish for him alone... Sang'er... only hoped to stay by his side for the rest of her life... Please... Mr. Hua... forgive me..."

Hua Duzhuo's bright face had already darkened noticeably when she uttered the words "Mr. Hua," and now, after hearing her extremely harsh "heartfelt words," he was even more furious. A chilling storm raged in his cold, dark eyes, howling and relentlessly cold. He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "You lied to me!" "

..." Nu Sang'er trembled at his shout, lowered her head, and dared not look at him. She bit her pink lips tightly, her eyes brimming with tears. After a long while, she whispered, "I... I'm telling the truth... Young Master Hua, you will definitely find someone better than me in the future... You will definitely..."

"Shut up! Shut up!!" He slammed his hand on the table and roared even louder. Hua Duzhuo's expression had drastically changed; he seemed to be furious beyond measure. His handsome, pale face turned almost blue with rage. He stared at the table of dishes he had carefully prepared, including the gleaming sesame-coated eggs, a deep sarcasm flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he stood up, his emerald sleeve sweeping across the table with a fierce flick, instantly scattering the food across the floor with a series of shattering sounds.

Nu Sang'er was startled, shrugging to her feet and shrinking into a corner of the bed, her eyes filled with fear and trepidation as she looked at him. Seeing this, Hua Duzhuo, still not satisfied, violently overturned the table to the ground. With a loud crash, he grabbed her and pulled her close, his beautiful, cold face contorted with rage and intense heartache. He glared at her fiercely, his gaze icy enough to freeze a hundred flowers, a madness that seemed to tear everything apart. His smile was chillingly cold. "Do you know that no one has ever dared to toy with me so boldly, to reject me like this?! Back then, you pretended to be crazy, acting all intimate and flattering, demanding my love and wanting me to pamper you. I was truly swayed by your advances, falling for you. And now you're telling me you were just out of your mind back then, that everything before doesn't count?! Tell me you have someone else in your heart?! You want to leave me?! Back then you called me 'husband,' and today you call me 'Young Master Hua.' You've completely severed ties with me!" "Am I not good enough to you?! Am I not patient enough with you?! Aren't you afraid it will break my heart to hear this?!"

"I..." Nu Sang'er was terrified by his expression. Her arm was gripped painfully by him, but she dared not resist. Tears streamed down her face for no apparent reason.

Hua Duzhuo looked at her tearful eyes, tightening his grip on her arm. His smile grew colder, and the icy anger in his eyes sent shivers down one's spine with just a glance. His beautifully shaped thin lips uttered hurtful words, "Who am I, Hua Duzhuo? How many women would kneel before me in my blue robe? Why are you, this greedy little slut, never satisfied? You've had your fill of this wanton, lowly body, and now you want to just walk away?! Do you think I, Hua Duzhuo, am a man you can summon and dismiss at will?! Let me tell you, unless I tire of you, you'll never leave my side!!" "

Having said that, he ignored Nu Sang'er, whose face was as pale as snow and whose eyes were brimming with tears. He roughly pressed her down against a low cabinet and ruthlessly tore the clothes she had just put on to shreds. Hearing the shameful sound of the silk tearing in her ears, she dared not move. She just bit her lip and silently cried, her small face like a withered flower. Hua Duzhuo was not soft-hearted. He coldly twisted her hands behind her back, pressed her face down on the table, and from behind, in that position, thrust his waist forward and with all his might, he plunged into her swollen flower hole. His cold and calm voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "Since you refuse to drink the sweet wine, then wait to drink the poison!"

Chapter 174 The Dark Past (Princess) Luan

Xuan watched Ye Fuge frantically trying to wink at her, her expression one of utter confusion and bewilderment. But Si Wumei's eyes were like a blizzard, chilling anyone who looked at him.

He flicked his black sleeves, and a gust of wind seemed to appear out of nowhere, carrying a faint scent of murderous intent. Ye Fuge's bright eyes flashed, and he stepped in front of Luan Xuan, fanning himself with a peach blossom fan. He smiled sweetly at the angry face before him, saying, "Children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking, Brother Si, don't stoop to the level of such an ignorant woman! Hahaha!"

"Why are you blocking my way! Who's the ignorant woman? You're the ignorant woman! I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, he really is..." Luan Xuan pushed his back, continuing to shout defiantly.

"Shut up!" Ye Fuge turned around sharply, interrupting her with a dangerous warning in his eyes.

Luan Xuan was stunned by his fierceness. After a moment, she came to her senses and shouted arrogantly, "Why are you being so fierce! I can say whatever I want!"

Si Wumei frowned tightly, about to lash out, when suddenly a dark crack flashed in his deep and obscure eyes. His body suddenly stiffened, and he fell to the ground, hugging his arms and trembling uncontrollably. His face was ashen and cold as if covered with frost. His gaze became unfocused and vacant. "What...what's wrong with him?" Seeing him like this again, Luanxuan cried out in shock, covering her mouth tightly with her hand, her eyes wide. "Why has he become like this again!"

"So cold...blood...I want...cold..." Si Wumei hugged his arms, his body trembling uncontrollably from the extreme cold. His pale red lips seemed to be frozen, covered with a layer of frost. He repeated tremblingly, "Blood...cold...so cold..."

Seeing this, Ye Fuge hurriedly pulled out a short knife from his sleeve. A trace of anxiety flashed in his clear and handsome eyes. He slashed his wrist with the gleaming blade, and bright red blood immediately flowed down his wrist. "Ah, you...why did you cut your wrist?? Have I gone mad??" Luan Xuan exclaimed in even greater surprise, then, as if remembering something, she cried out loudly, "Ah... could it be that you want to...?"

Ye Fuge glared at her irritably and ignored her, enduring the pain as he half-squatted beside Si Wumei, hastily bringing his blood-soaked wrist to his lips.

Seeing the crimson blood before him, Si Wumei's eyes suddenly flashed with a blinding light. He seemed like a traveler who had been thirsty for three days in the desert finally finding a spring of sweet water; his body trembled as he eagerly lunged forward, tightly gripping Ye Fuge's wrist, and began to drink voraciously. Luan Xuan, seeing his seemingly insatiable expression and Ye Fuge's increasingly pale face, couldn't help but worry that he would just keep drinking and drinking until the last drop of blood drained from Ye Fuge's body.

“…Ye Fuge…you…” she called out with some worry, but was quickly silenced by Ye Fuge’s fierce glare.

After a while, Si Wumei’s hazy and unfocused gaze gradually regained some clarity. He slightly loosened his grip on Ye Fuge’s wrist, licking his crimson lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction. His frosty face gradually regained some color, but he still looked somewhat eerie.

“Thank you…I’ve troubled you again…” he breathed weakly, looking at Ye Fuge’s still-wet wound, and said with some guilt.

"We've known each other for so many years, we're used to these things, why are you being so polite with me!" Ye Fuge smiled nonchalantly, skillfully lowering his sleeve to cover the bloodstain.

"You...you...I...you...you..." Luan Xuan was stunned by this sudden turn of events, stammering for a long time without knowing what to say.

Si Wumei slowly stood up, completely ignoring Luan Xuan, focusing only on Ye Fuge. His cold and noble face was sincere and solemn: "I will forever remember the kindness of being sworn brothers. One day, I will repay this kindness many times over."

Ye Fuge shook his head and smiled. Seeing that he was unharmed, his smile returned to its usual carefree and frivolous tone: "Hehe, you're being too polite again. The essence of friendship lies in sincerity and sharing hardships. I never expected anything in return. Your speedy recovery is the greatest reward for me!"

Si Wumei nodded and said calmly, "I have some things to do, I'll be leaving now."

Luan Xuan watched the heavy black robe disappear into the depths of the bamboo forest, biting her lip in resentment, muttering softly with a dejected look, "...He...he...he just left like that...he really wouldn't save anyone..."

"You should be glad he left like that, instead of killing you before leaving..." The man's voice behind her suddenly lowered, as if he had no strength left.

"Kill me? Why did he want to kill me?" Luan Xuan pouted and turned around, only to see Ye Fuge slumped on the stool, his face deathly pale. His blue sleeve was half-soaked with blood, and he was gasping for breath in pain.

"You... what happened to you? Your wound is bleeding again?" Luan Xuan rushed to his side and rolled up his sleeve. Sure enough, the bleeding that had stopped earlier was now gushing out again, bright red blood winding down his wrist, a horrifying sight.

"Ah! The wound has reopened!" she cried out, hurriedly tearing off a corner of her dress and clumsily bandaging him.

"I wasn't sure this time, I cut a little too deep..." The pain in his wrist made him gasp, and he said helplessly. However, when he saw her bending down to carefully bandage her wound, looking at her rosy, round face, and her bright, worried eyes blinking with a hint of distress, he suddenly realized that she was actually quite cute and lovable when she wasn't being fierce. As he watched, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. He teased her, "Hey, you're actually quite pretty when you're not being fierce. You should be as obedient as you are now in the future, and maybe you'll get more love from your husband!"

"I don't care!" Luanxuan glanced at him sideways, then tied the bandage tightly in revenge. Hearing him cry out in pain, her mischievous eyes curved into a smile, and she grinned innocently and triumphantly.

"By the way, what exactly is his illness? Why is it so strange?" She glanced at the deep and shallow knife marks on his wrist, and remembered that Ling Chunjian had also fed him blood, and that Ling Chunjian also had similar scars on his wrist. She asked anxiously, wanting to know the answer.

"What kind of illness is it? Why do you and Ling Chunjian have to feed him blood?"

Ye Fuge's gaze also fell on the deep and shallow scars on his arm. He sighed mysteriously, "It's a long story..."

"I don't mind the length, tell me!" Luanxuan shook his arm stubbornly, insisting that he tell her. "Tell me, who is he? Why does he hate us Liao people so much? Why does he have this strange illness?!"

Ye Fuge picked up a twig and drew a few lines on the ground. His eyes flickered for a moment, and he smiled leisurely, "Let me tell you a story first."

"Okay!" Luanxuan nodded hurriedly.

“Once upon a time, there was an emperor in the Great Song Dynasty. He doted on a concubine, who soon became pregnant and gave birth to a dragon prince. The prince was chubby and adorable, and the emperor loved him dearly. However, when the prince was seven years old, a mysterious and all-knowing foreign sorcerer suddenly appeared in the palace. While performing rituals, the sorcerer prophesied that the dragon prince was a scourge to the Song Dynasty, and that as long as he remained in the country, the Song Dynasty would perish! The emperor was terrified and believed it to be true. He deposed the prince, imprisoned him and his mother, and ordered them to be executed!”

“How could such a foolish emperor exist! He believed the casual remark of that imperial advisor and sacrificed his own son so easily! He was truly stupid!” Luan Xuan said with a look of disdain.

Ye Fuge chuckled coldly and said indifferently, "Do you understand the principle of 'three men make a tiger'? Public opinion is a fearsome thing; even the emperor is not immune to it."

"Then that poor prince, is he dead?"

"The prince's mother was always kind and virtuous, beloved by all, and held considerable power in court. With the Empress Dowager's strong support, the emperor finally agreed to spare their lives, on the condition that they be banished from the palace and demoted to commoners."

Luan Xuan sighed, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "That's good. Although they can no longer enjoy the riches and honors of the palace, they can still be free and not live in fear, which is a good thing."

Unexpectedly, Ye Fuge's smile grew colder, and a hint of mockery appeared in her eyes, "You're wrong. This is precisely the beginning of the mother and son's ordeal. Even after leaving the palace, they were still hunted down by the treacherous concubines. To escape, they didn't hesitate to flee to the Liao Kingdom, hoping to live out their lives in anonymity there."

"They fled to the Liao Kingdom..." Luan Xuan's gaze tightened, a sense of foreboding welling up within her. She paused, then asked with unease, "Did they survive?"

Ye Fuge, as if reading her mind, spoke each word clearly and distinctly, almost gratingly: "The concubine fled to the Liao Kingdom with the prince. Within two days, she was repeatedly raped by Liao soldiers and bandits who coveted her beauty. Finally, her mother, unable to bear the humiliation, bit her tongue and committed suicide. The prince, after enduring the humiliation of the Khitans, had one eye gouged out and was forced to drink a rare poison. Although he eventually escaped, he was left blind in one eye, deaf in both ears, and suffering from a deadly poison. Whenever the poison flared up, his body would turn ice-cold, as if he were in an ice cellar, his internal organs feeling as if pierced by ice arrows. Only human blood..." "Only then can the pain be relieved..."

As Luanxuan listened, she felt colder and colder, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. She trembled slightly, her eyes wide open, filled with a wet, red mist. "You're talking about...you're talking about...that prince...is...is...Si Wumei?!"

Ye Fuge chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the depths of the bamboo forest. The dappled bamboo shadows fell on his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. "Now you should understand why he refused to save that person even if he only had a drop of Liao blood. It's not that we intentionally created a rift between us and the Liao people, but there are just too many national and personal grievances that we can't let go of, can't forget..."

"If one day, Song and Liao really go to war, will you, beautiful lady, also come to attack us?" Luanxuan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked quietly.

Ye Fuge paused, remaining silent for a moment. His usual nonchalant demeanor vanished, replaced by a firm and icy gaze: "If it truly threatens the safety of the Song Dynasty, I will..."

Luan Xuan clenched her fingers tightly in her sleeve, lowering her head and murmuring softly, "I hope that day will never come..."

Chapter 175 Assassination

at the Liao Palace, in the snow-covered flower garden. The sparse red plum blossoms exuded a faint fragrance. Two figures stealthily approached from under the trees.

"Take advantage of the absence of others and hurry back."

"Hmm... Are you feeling better? Does your injury still hurt?" Ling Chunjian looked at the woman beside him, her gaze filled with a hint of concern.

"It's nothing," Yu Lu shook her head lightly. Her expression remained cold and indifferent, but her gaze was much gentler, lacking its usual hostility. "Has Baili Xiaochi really returned to Xixia?"

Ling Chunjian's beautifully shaped lips curved slightly as she gave a very soft reply. "Yes, I received a message by carrier pigeon. He has arrived in Xixia and meticulously laid out this plan, waiting for Yelü Zhuo to fall into our trap."

"Oh..."

"These past few days, no one in the palace has been there to help you. You must be extremely careful," Ling Chunjian cautioned her worriedly, her gaze filled with concern. "The Sixth Prince is arrogant and domineering. You must never anger him. If you can avoid provoking him, stay far away from him..."

Yu Lu sneered, her bright eyes filled with disdain, and she said hatefully, "Fine, I'll just consider it being bitten by a mad dog. Sooner or later, I will repay him many times over for the humiliation he gave me!"

Yu Lu was halfway through her sentence when she caught sight of a figure hurrying over from the other side. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she distanced herself from him, her face regaining its icy and stunningly beautiful expression.

"Brother Chunjian! What are you doing here!" Luan Xuan's clear voice flew over like a nightingale's song, but when she saw Yu Lu standing beside him, so arrogant that she loathed her, her smiling face instantly darkened. "And why is she here too?"

Ling Chunjian's gaze, like the gentle flow of spring water, flickered with a shadow, but she smiled slightly without changing her expression. "...Consort Yu wanted to learn painting, so she asked me to teach her some basic brushstrokes and techniques." "Learn painting?!" Luanxuan looked at Consort Yu suspiciously, her eyes darting around as she pouted unhappily. She blurted out, "Consort Yu, you should give up that idea. He stopped painting long ago because of his deceased wife. Don't use your status to force him to do this or that!"

Yu Lu smiled coldly, her gaze defiant. Looking back at her, her beautiful face held an infuriatingly cold smile. "Princess, you must have misunderstood. I was merely asking casually, with no intention of forcing you, is that right, Young Master Ling?"

Ling Chunjian, seeing the confused look in Luanxuan's eyes, nodded calmly and smiled faintly. "I think Consort Yu seems to have a great talent for painting, and it would be a pity to abandon it, so I couldn't help but offer some guidance. As for the vow to retire from painting, if we're talking about breaking it, I already broke it that night when I painted for the princess, didn't I?"

Although the smile in his eyes was as gentle as a spring breeze and as soft as jade, for some reason, Luanxuan always felt that the smile was rather empty, lacking any emotion. And what he said sounded as if he had broken this vow for her sake, but for some reason, Luanxuan always felt something was off, and for a moment, she felt a dull ache in her heart and couldn't speak.

"Haha, it's been a long time since we've seen the most talented painter of our Great Song Dynasty in such a refined manner. I imagine Consort Yu's painting skills must be incredibly lifelike and exquisite. May I and the Princess also have a look?"

Ye Fuge, who appeared out of nowhere, walked over with a handsome smile, his peach blossom eyes crinkling with laughter, looking completely harmless.

"This..." Yu Lu was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head and smiled distantly. "What exquisite skills and lifelike quality? Your Excellency is too kind. I've only learned the basics. I'll show them off when I've achieved some success."

Ye Fuge waved his fan lightly twice, tilted his head back and laughed, "Hehe, Consort Yu is too modest..."

Luan Xuan glanced at those mischievous, flirtatious peach blossom eyes, and, venting her resentment, stomped hard on Ye Fuge's foot.

Unexpectedly, as if a biting wind swept by, she didn't hear Ye Fuge's scream, but rather Yu Lu's shriek.

What was going on? Had she stepped on Yu Lu's foot? She looked up in confusion, trying to see what was happening, and then froze.

In the cold wind, a chilling, gleaming blood-red sword thrust straight towards Ling Chunjian. Just as the icy blade was about to pierce his throat, a long, ornately carved wooden fan swayed precariously, quickly blocking the sharp, blood-red blade before his pale throat.

"Dong...Dong Xiaozi!! You...you're insane!!! What are you doing!!" Luan Xuan screamed in terror, staring at Dong Xiaozi's bewitching face, now filled with murderous intent, completely terrified.

"I'm not crazy, I'm perfectly sober!" Dong Xiaozi sneered, his eyes, gleaming with the light of a sword, fixed on Ling Chunjian. "Those forty-nine lives of 'Dongxiange,' I'll make you pay for them in blood today!"

He then glanced coldly at Ye Fuge, saying impatiently, "This is none of your business, you Song man. You'd better mind your own business! Otherwise, you'll only cause trouble!"

Ye Fuge chuckled, his gaze fearless. Feeling the pressure of the sword, he subtly tightened his grip on his fan, a resolute glint in his lips. "Other people's business may be none of my concern, but I must concern myself with my friends' affairs!"

"Dong Xiaozi, what are you doing?! You're saying he's the murderer?!" Luanxuan shook her head in disbelief, pulling Ling Chunjian back and standing in front of him, her eyes filled with anxious defense. "Brother Chunjian doesn't even know martial arts!! How could he be a murderer?!"

"Heh...what a silly girl." Dong Xiaozi laughed in exasperation, a mocking smile playing on his bewitching lips. His words were icy and chilling: "Do you know that sometimes killing doesn't require lifting a finger? Sometimes, just a few words can take hundreds of lives."

"I don't understand!! How could he kill? How could he! You must be mistaken!" Luanxuan shook her head in disbelief, turning to grab Ling Chunjian's hand, her eyes darting anxiously. "Brother Chunjian, tell him you didn't do that! You didn't kill anyone!"

Ling Chunjian smiled faintly, his expression seemingly unconcerned by the sharp sword before him. He said nonchalantly, "If he already believes I did it, no matter how I explain, it's just sophistry in his eyes. I believe the innocent will clear themselves."

"So much for the innocent, so much for a hypocrite!" Dong Xiaozi's smile grew even colder and more chilling. Pointing at Ye Fuge and Luanxuan, he said, "Only they, Yelü Zhuo, and you know about that little eunuch hiding in 'Dongxian Ge'. Since that little eunuch was associated with Yelü Xuanyun's death, they would never have killed him. Moreover, that night, only you were seen in 'Dongxian Ge'!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, then flashed with an even sharper, more piercing light. A chilling wind blew through his cold, malevolent gaze. "You took the princess away so that your accomplices could infiltrate more easily, ensuring that the little eunuch died cleanly and without leaving a trace!"

"...This...impossible...impossible..." Luanxuan stood there dumbfounded, listening to Dong Xiaozi's words. The image of Ling Chunjian coming to find her flashed through her mind again, along with the horrific scene of the courtyard filled with dead bodies and blood when she returned. The sight of the little eunuch when he died still sent chills down her spine.

She stumbled back two steps, staring blankly at Ling Chunjian, shaking her head violently, and shouted, "Impossible... This isn't real... It's just a coincidence!"

A subtle unease flickered in Ling Chunjian's eyes, but his expression remained calm and serene, like spring water flowing quietly in a mountain stream, indifferent and composed, as if nothing in this world could disturb its tranquility. "Where's the evidence? What evidence do you have to prove that I did all of this?"

"Evidence?" Dong Xiaozi raised an eyebrow, a gentle and captivating smile suddenly appearing on his face, his alluring eyes seeming to bloom like a hundred flowers! Brilliant, just as everyone was mesmerized by his enchanting smile, his eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and he gripped his blood-red sword, thrusting it straight at Ling Chunjian again, "My sword is the evidence!"

His sword strike this time was incredibly fast and unpredictable. So fast that Ye Fuge couldn't block it, so fast that Ling Chunjian couldn't dodge. The sword whistled, determined to take his life as a sacrifice to the dead.

In an instant, the longsword drank blood, a string of crimson drops slowly dripping down its blood-red blade. A stench of blood filled the air. Ling Chunjian looked at Luan Xuan, who stood before him, her chest stained with blood. A deep shock flashed across his spring-like eyes. He awkwardly embraced her limp waist, crying out in alarm,

"Princess!"

"Luan Xuan…!" Ye Fuge was also startled, her rarely furrowed brows deepening into a tight frown.

“…Ugh…it hurts…” Luan Xuan groaned, her pale face contorted with pain. Her eyes pleaded as she looked at the equally shocked Dong Xiaozi, weakly saying, “This must be a misunderstanding…you…you mustn’t kill him…”

“You!! You’re utterly stubborn!!” Dong Xiaozi's fingers trembled with anger. His beautiful eyes glared at her, and he cursed her fiercely, still shaken. If he hadn't seen her leap towards him and withdrawn most of his strength, she would probably be dead by his sword by now. But what was even more terrifying was that he saw her deep-seated love...

He closed his eyes to calm himself, then swiftly pulled the blood-red sword from her body. Hearing her pale face cry out in pain again, his gaze showed no mercy, only disappointment and a chilling smile on his face. His words were prophetic: "Girl, remember this: if you don't let me kill him now, you will regret it terribly in the future!! I bet you, if you continue to be stubborn, the pain this man will inflict on you will be a thousand times, ten thousand times greater than what you are suffering now!! One day, everything you cherish will be destroyed and torn apart by him!"

“…Ugh…Ah…” Luanxuan bit her lip, unwilling to say anything, as she listened to his curse-like words. But as soon as she moved, she fell into Ling Chunjian’s arms in pain.

“Oh my, it’s quite lively here.” A soft clapping sound came from behind the group. Everyone turned around and saw Yelü Gonglin walking over with a leisurely and wicked smile, looking like he was watching a good show.

Chapter 176 There Are Always Passionate Lovers in the Human World (Limited)

Dong Xiaozi glanced at Yelü Gonglin, who had a look of amusement on his face, and his cold, demonic gaze shot towards him without any politeness. "Sixth Prince, so many people from our 'Dongxian Ge' have died overnight for no reason. Don't you intend to give me an explanation? If this matter were to reach our Fusang, it would inevitably damage the diplomatic relations between our two countries!"

Yelü Gonglin glanced at the blood-stained longsword in Dong Xiaozi's hand, the corners of his lips slightly curved, and he stroked his chin as he spoke, "Then what do you think we should do?"

"I suspect that all of this is related to this person. I want to take him back for a thorough interrogation." Dong Xiaozi pointed at Ling Chunjian, his bewitching face stiff and cold.

"No... um..." Luan Xuan struggled to get up, but as soon as she moved, the blood from her wound flowed out again, and she immediately cried out in pain and lay back in Ling Chunjian's arms.

"I said you're injured, can't you just stay put for a while!" Ye Fuge pressed her down, a subtle ripple flashing in his eyes. Although he was scolding her, his expression couldn't hide his concern. Yelü Gonglin glanced at the silent Ling Chunjian and smiled slightly, "Since this is Liao territory, such a serious death is indeed our responsibility. I think it would be better to temporarily imprison him in our Liao prison and interrogate him personally. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer in a few days, how about that?"

"No... we can't lock him up..." Luanxuan cried out in disapproval.

Seeing that Luanxuan was clearly injured but still wouldn't see the imperial physician, Dong Xiaozi knew that if she continued to delay, her injuries would only worsen. He could only suppress his anger and coldly replied, "Fine, I'll give you five days. If you don't give me an explanation, I'll have to report to my king and let him decide. At that time, it will be difficult for both sides to handle the situation. I hope the Sixth Prince won't disappoint me!"

"Of course," Yelü Gonglin replied with a forced smile, then turned around and ordered the people behind him, "Why don't you take him to the dungeon and keep him under strict guard!"

"No...you can't take him...you can't..."

Seeing Ling Chunjian being taken away by those people, one on each side, Luan Xuan was so anxious that she ignored her bleeding wound and tried to follow despite the pain. Fortunately, Ye Fuge grabbed her in time, bent down and hugged her in his arms, frowning as he said, "We'll think of a solution later. Don't move around anymore. Go see the imperial physician first! Otherwise, if he doesn't survive, you'll be done for too!"

Yu Lu, who was standing quietly to the side, glanced at Luan Xuan's pale face, a hint of gloating mockery flashing across her cold and alluring face.

"Xuan'er..."

A rumbling sound came from behind the artificial hill. A man in a dark blue brocade robe with bamboo patterns and a snow-white fox fur coat over his legs anxiously wheeled his bamboo wheelchair out from behind the flowers. His clear, innocent eyes stared in shock at the bloodstain on her chest. "You... how did you get hurt? What happened? Where is the imperial physician?!"

"...Seventh Imperial Brother..." Luanxuan looked at Yelü Xuanyun, her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks. "They've taken him away... you must find a way to save Brother Chunjian..."

"This..." Yelü Xuanyun's gaze fell on Yelü Gonglin, only to be met with his unbridled provocation and sinister smile. The man proudly raised his chin, his face full of arrogance and conceit, an expression that said, 'What can you do to me?'

Just then, a maid ran towards them, panting and shouting, "Seventh Prince...Seventh Prince...I've inquired...asked so many people...but...they all say they haven't seen Yu Luo...Princess Yu Luo...nobody knows where she went...what can we do?!"

Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's brows furrowed even more, his expression increasingly worried. Three days ago, she inexplicably left the palace, and there had been no news of her since...Where did she go...Why hasn't anyone seen her...?

"What's wrong...your future sister-in-law has disappeared again?" Luanxuan was also startled and hurriedly asked, "How could she disappear?!"

"..." Yelü Xuanyun's gaze was deep and dark, and he didn't speak.

"Heh, what's so strange about that?" Yelü Gonglin broke the silence, his brows furrowed, his gaze like a venomous thorn as he looked at Yelü Xuanyun's legs with a mocking laugh. His words were like knives, each one deadly. "What woman could stand having a man who's like a piece of trash, or rather, who isn't even a man at all? If it were me, I'd be sneaking off to steal men every few days, wouldn't you say, my good brother? Hahahaha... Ha, I forgot to mention... her... that place... it's so incredibly beautiful... too bad you'll never get to experience it in your lifetime... Hahahahaha..."

Yelü Xuanyun's eyes trembled violently. He lowered his head, silent, his fingers clenched tightly in his sleeves as he listened to the man's arrogant and piercing laughter. His fingers clenched tighter and tighter... But when those clear, serene eyes fell on his useless legs, his hands suddenly lost all strength, falling limply to his sides. Only a trembling pain flashed in the corner of his eye before disappearing into the sunset's afterglow.

The moon casts a deep shadow, and intoxicated by the music of Shenxiang Tower

, a seductive melody fills the air, accompanied by a lingering, alluring atmosphere.

When Nu Sang'er awoke, she felt utterly uncomfortable. She tried to move, only to find she couldn't. Looking down, she saw herself tightly bound by thick, bright red ropes, her hands tied behind her back, her body suspended in mid-air from the ceiling. She struggled a few times in unease, when suddenly a sharp, terrifying crack of a whip rang out behind her, accompanied by a haunting voice, "Finally awake?"

Nu Sang'er turned around in alarm and saw, in the flickering candlelight, the silhouette of a naked man with a long, dark purple robe draped over his shoulders. Seeing her staring at him with wide eyes, the man lowered his gaze, toying with a thick, long silver leather whip in his hand. A cold smile crept across his sharply defined face. "What? You've forgotten your little husband? Don't you even remember your great husband?"

"You…you…" Nu Sang'er looked at the thick whip he was playing with, and at the unfathomable ferocity in his eyes. She swayed fearfully, trying to break free from the ropes.

"Me? What about me?" Zi Buyu's wicked and flawless face revealed an enigmatic smile. His thick, mountain-like eyebrows arched as he sarcastically said, "Do you also want to call me 'Young Master Zi'?"

Before Nu Sang'er could reply, he suddenly swung his whip and lashed her smooth, snowy buttocks! *Crack!* A loud lash echoed through the silent room.

"Ah!!!" Nu Sang'er cried out in agony, the sudden, intense pain catching her completely off guard. A raised welt quickly appeared on her buttocks, and tears immediately welled up in her eyes.

"Does it hurt? You still know pain?" Zi Buyu used the whip to hold her chin, his dangerously narrowed eyes gleaming as he sneered. He then swung the whip again, lashing her buttocks repeatedly. *

Crack! Crack!*

"Ah...ah!!!" "

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack!" Ahh... Ah!!! Ah... It hurts... No... No..."

Crack! Crack!

"Ahhh!!"

The merciless whip ignored her cries and screams, relentlessly lashing her pink, snowy buttocks with each strike, each one harder and more forceful than the last. Soon, her buttocks were covered with crisscrossing welts, each one like a snake's tongue, each one a red mark, as red as the sunset in the sunlight.

"...Don't hit me anymore... No... It hurts so much..." Nu Sang'er cried, shaking her head, her snowy buttocks trembling violently in mid-air, trying to escape this terrible hell.

Zi Buyu's eyes flashed with a glint of light, and he lashed her thigh again with his other hand. Seeing her legs trembling and sobbing, he grabbed her chin and sneered, "You ungrateful wretch!" "He used to take such good care of you, protecting you in every way. I've never seen him care about anyone like that before, yet you turned around and became so heartless to him after finding another man! You think it's fun to let him drink away his sorrows and be heartbroken every day? You think it's interesting to toy with a man's heart? I've seen too many lowly sluts like you. Today, I'll teach you a lesson so you'll understand what it means to be obedient!"

"No...I...I'm not that kind of person..." Nu Sang'er cried, shaking her head, trying to explain. She wasn't the kind of person they thought she was; she wasn't trying to manipulate people; she didn't want to hurt him...

Cough. Zi Buyu wouldn't give her a chance to explain. He simply continued to lash her thighs and buttocks with his whip, ordering, "Say it! You'll stay here forever, and obediently serve us forever!"

"...Ah...no...I don't want to...um...ah..."

"Say it!" Seeing that she refused to speak, Zi Buyu's anger grew stronger with each passing moment. He struck her harder, roaring as he lashed the whip between her buttocks. "Ah...! Ah!!" Nu Sang'er was in excruciating pain, cold sweat pouring down her face. Her red, bruised buttocks swayed helplessly, her face deathly pale, and her legs trembling uncontrollably.

But no matter how much pain she endured, she refused to say she would stay here to serve them. She just kept telling herself that she had to leave, she had to leave… she absolutely had to leave… she couldn't compromise… she couldn't give up…

On the second floor of the warm pavilion, the empty space contained only a table, a chair, a few scattered wine jars, and a man in blue robes leaning against the window, clutching a wine jar.

This man, once breathtakingly handsome, with eyes brimming with alluring charm, now lacked his signature captivating smile. His handsome face was devoid of luster, displaying an indescribable desolation and bewilderment. His clothes, soaked with wine, emitted a strong aroma of alcohol in the night breeze.

He looked at his wine-soaked clothes… He looked dejected, and gave a self-deprecating laugh, but it was a bitter laugh. He didn't understand what was wrong with him, how he could have fallen for that woman who was sometimes crazy and sometimes so heartless. Why? Why

was she so unwilling to stay by his side? How could she let him go so easily? He looked up at the starlight outside the window and suddenly thought of his adoptive father, Man Qingteng.

He remembered that his adoptive father had said that he had once used any means to imprison his adoptive mother in order to get her, that he had suffered the pain of unrequited love for her, and that he had secretly resented her heartlessness and ruthlessness. Now, he suddenly felt that his emotions were so similar to his adoptive father's. Had his adoptive father also been in the same pain and confusion as he was now...?

Unconsciously, he seemed to hear Man Qingteng's favorite poem echoing in his ears again: "Before the wine cup, I intend to speak of the date of my return..." Before she could speak, her face paled with sorrow. Humanity is full of those who are deeply in love, this sorrow is unrelated to wind and moon.

Let us not sing new farewell songs, for one song can tie our hearts in knots. Only after seeing all the flowers of Luoyang can we easily part with the spring breeze. ※※※

Author's Note: Do you all still remember Man Qing Teng? Hehe, I suddenly missed him again… so I took him out to play for two days. I will update daily from now on.

Chapter 177 Finally Confessed (Limited)

Knock knock knock, the sound of a light knock on the door suddenly rang out, interrupting his thoughts.

Hua Duzhuo frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but when his gaze fell upon the petite and delicate figure appearing at the door, he froze.

"My little husband..." Nu Sang'er leaned against the doorway, calling out sweetly. Her flushed cheeks and charming smile were captivating. Her body was limp and boneless against the vermilion door. She stretched out a finger and said coquettishly, "Lian'er's body is weak. Come and help me, okay?"

"...You..." Hua Duzhuo looked at her suspiciously. His thin lips parted, but he didn't get up.

"Come and help me...my...legs are so sore..." Nu Sang'er leaned against the door, gently shifting her body. Her almond-shaped eyes secretly simmered with a burning desire. Hua Duzhuo stared at her for a moment, then slowly stood up and walked towards her. His clear, alluring eyes were as dark as a pool, and his icy voice was slightly hoarse, "Lian'er...have you thought it through? Are you willing to stay? Stay by my side?" "

Hehe..." Nu Sang'er blinked her eyes, covered her mouth and laughed. Her body went limp and she suddenly threw herself into his chest. Hua Duzhuo had drunk a bit too much and was caught off guard by her sudden bump. He stumbled and fell to the ground with her in his arms. Seeing him staring at her with dazed, drunken eyes, Nu Sang'er laughed even harder, her cheeks flushed as she rubbed against his chest, sweetly saying, "Little husband... Lian'er likes little husband... Husband, come and pamper Lian'er!"

"What did you feed her?" Hua Duzhuo glanced down at Nu Sang'er, his gaze coolly landing on another figure at the door. Feng Ling's handsome face darkened slightly. "What she ate doesn't matter. As long as you like her the way she is now, isn't that enough?" Zi Buyu gave a soft hum, the smile on his lips speaking volumes.

"Little husband... Lian'er is so hot..." Nu Sang'er lifted her face from his embrace, murmuring to herself, casually taking off the only white gauze dress she was wearing, revealing her exquisite and slender white body. The two rose-red buds on her snowy breasts stood upright and bloomed like plum blossoms in the snow, tempting the man to pluck them and taste them.

Gazing at the enchanting spring scenery before him, Hua Duzhuo instantly felt his throat dry, his mouth parched, and a heat rising from his lower body. His eyes, which had seen countless romances, gradually filled with a spring-like allure.

"Little husband, are you hot too? Come, let Lian'er help you take off your clothes, okay..." Nu Sang'er said with a sweet laugh, reaching out to pull at Hua Duzhuo's clothes. In an instant, most of Hua Duzhuo's snow-white chest was exposed to the air, revealing his beautiful and delicate collarbone and his pampered and exquisite body.

As her clothes were pulled off, Hua Duzhuo did not move, but simply stared at Nu Sang'er, watching her shyly yet impatiently pull off all his clothes, then shyly nestling her body in his arms, her fingers gently caressing his fair and firm chest inch by inch.

Her fingers teasingly traced circles on a small spot on his chest, causing his sensitive body to tremble and him to gasp as he grabbed her hand.

"Lian'er..."

Nu Sang'er felt a little dejected when she saw him holding her hand tightly, and pouted slightly, saying coquettishly, "I want to touch it again, let me go~"

Hua Duzhuo saw her flushed cheeks and charmingly innocent expression, and felt a familiar feeling coming from the distant past. It was a memory of many nights when she had been so charmingly submissive beneath him. How long had it been since he had felt this way? His heart stirred, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her small hand in his palm.

Seeing that her fingers were tightly held in his hand and she couldn't break free, she frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on the vulva on his chest. Her watery eyes suddenly flashed, and she extended her tongue to lick that sensitive area. "Mmm..." Hua Duzhuo shuddered, letting out a pleasurable moan. The vulva on his chest trembled slightly in the air, and his fair skin flushed a faint red with excitement and desire.

Seeing him with his head slightly narrowed, seemingly enjoying himself, Nu Sang'er also smiled, extending her small tongue to lick his chest even more vigorously, igniting a burning fire in his cold heart, and causing his lower body to throb with desire.

He barely managed to endure it for a moment, groaning a few times with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he grabbed her delicate chin, gazing at her with a deep, enigmatic smile

, and said, "Are you sure you want to play with fire? Once this fire is lit, it's not so easy to extinguish. Don't come crying to me later!" Nu Sang'er tilted her head and smiled, her smooth fingers continuing down with unbridled confidence, tracing his strong, narrow waist, and casually exploring his sensitive spots. Feeling the man's body stiffen again, she smiled shyly yet eagerly, looking at him with watery eyes, "Lian'er wants... Husband, give it to me..."

Hearing her seductive words and seeing the increasingly alluring and seductive look in her eyes, Hua Duzhuo's breathing became more and more rapid. As her fingers became more unrestrained, he finally flipped her over and pinned her down beneath him again. The smile on his lips was enigmatic and dark. "Very well, then I, your husband, will grant your wish. Tonight, I will make our Lian'er experience ecstasy, is that alright?"

Soon, the sounds of a man and woman colliding and moaning filled the room. The sounds surged like waves, rising and falling endlessly. The deep red curtains swayed gently in the night breeze, dreamlike and ethereal. After an unknown amount of time, the sounds gradually subsided, and silence returned.

The person outside listened intently for a while before casually strolling in with a boastful expression. He patted the shoulder of the man sitting blankly on the bed, chuckling, "Had your fun? You owe me a huge favor again. How are you going to thank me?"

Hua Duzhuo's gaze shifted from the unconscious girl's face on the bed, and he glanced back at him with a cold smile, "Why should I thank you?"

Zi Buyu paused, then snorted heavily, "If I hadn't given her 'Charming Incense,' you'd probably still be sitting here drinking alone until dawn!"

Hua Duzhuo smiled self-deprecatingly, his expression indifferent, "I have countless ways to get her, to make her as infatuated with me as she is tonight, just like you. But… what I want isn't her flattery after being drugged, what I want… is her true heart."

"Ha, did I hear that right? Hua Duzhuo, who flits through a hundred flowers without a single petal clinging to him, is actually starting to want a woman's true heart?" Zi Buyu raised an eyebrow and chuckled teasingly.

"Hehe, I also find this quite laughable." Hua Duzhuo smiled, his cold fingers slowly gliding across Nu Sang'er's face, gently caressing her lotus-like features for a moment. His cold, alluring eyes gleamed with a determined resolve. "But I still want to thank you. At least you made me decide not to sit idly by anymore. I must win her heart back. Even if I'm lost in lust, I will make her willingly feel that she can't live without me, not even for a moment."

"Ha, then I'll wait and see."

Liao Kingdom, deep palace.

In the Hundred Birds and Beasts Garden, birdsong chirped incessantly from the bare branches, adding a touch of liveliness and vibrancy to the otherwise desolate winter garden.

Holding a hand warmer, Yelü Xuanyun nestled in his wheelchair, which was covered with a thick fur blanket, basking in the soft sunlight. He was somewhat drowsy. In his arms, a large bird with multicolored wings perched comfortably and lazily, occasionally looking around and preening its feathers. Suddenly, the bird, having spotted something, became excited, stretching its neck and flapping its wings, chirping clearly.

Hearing the bird's call, Yelü Xuanyun's eyes sharpened. He sat up straight and stared intently into the distance. He saw a palace maid in green dragging a stumbling, pale-faced palace maid in yellow towards him. "Seventh Prince," the maid said, "this is the one! She's the one who said something to Princess Yuluo, which is why the princess ran away from the palace!" "The maid in green, hands on her hips, spoke with an air of authority.

Yelü Xuanyun lowered his gaze to the trembling maid in pink on the ground, a hint of majesty creeping into his gentle, serene eyes. His voice was cold, "Where is the princess?"

"Seventh Prince... have mercy... this servant truly knows nothing... this servant only asked the princess to deliver some silver to a seriously ill family member, the princess's disappearance really has nothing to do with this servant!" the woman in pink cried out in terror.

Yelü Xuanyun stroked the feathers of the large bird in his arms, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger. "As long as you tell me the princess's whereabouts now, I can let this matter drop."

"This servant... this servant... truly knows nothing... Seventh Prince, please understand!" "The palace maid kowtowed repeatedly, crying and screaming.

"Slap her, slap her until she talks,"

Yelü Xuanyun's voice remained calm, revealing neither joy nor anger, but it was much colder than usual, like a winter snowstorm, cold enough to freeze everything. His gentle and unassuming temperament seemed frozen in the ice and snow, leaving only an awe-inspiring chill. This was Yelü Xuanyun when he was truly angry, and when he was furious beyond control.

"Yes!" the palace maid in green responded loudly, stepping over to the maid and, without a word, began slapping the maid's face repeatedly.

The maid in pink was terrified. At first, she tried to endure it, but as the slaps grew heavier and heavier, drawing blood from her mouth, and Yelü Xuanyun showed no sign of stopping, she finally couldn't take it anymore. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she cried out in terror,

"Seventh Prince, spare me!!" "I told you, I confessed everything... The princess... she was at the Drunken Dance Pavilion."

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