[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 134 The Beast is Coming, Woof (Slightly Spicy)

On the slightly withered grassy slope, a carriage was moving at a slow pace along the quiet mountain road. "Sister, how much longer do we have to go before we get back to Song?! I really want to go home soon!!" A handsome boy sat on the carriage beam, gently whipping the horse's back with the wild grass in his hand, and asked excitedly. Sitting beside him, the pale-faced, lost-looking girl in a pink and white cloth dress snapped out of her reverie, raised her swollen red eyes, glanced into the distance, and lovingly stroked his head, smiling gently, "It shouldn't be far. The guard brother said when he saw us off that we're almost at the border between Song and Liao. I think we can get back to Jingxi Village before dark." "Oh!! That's great! We can finally go home!! We can finally go home!! That's great, hahaha!!" Hearing this, Zezhi immediately perked up. He excitedly stood on the carriage beam, made a megaphone with his hands, and shouted innocently into the empty mountain road, "Oh...that's great...we're going home...we're finally going home...finally leaving this awful place...I never want to come back...ah..." Nu Sang'er paused, nervously looked around a few times, and after confirming that no one was around, she hurriedly pulled him down to sit, giving him a serious warning. “Zezhi, we’re still in Liao Kingdom. Don’t shout like that. If those people hear us, we’ll be in trouble again, you know?” Zezhi covered his mouth with his hand and nodded vigorously. He threw himself into Nusang’er’s arms, hugged her tightly, and said softly but firmly, “I never want to be separated from my sister again… No one can separate us this time!” “Yes, no one can separate us again.” Nusang’er’s eyes reddened as she hugged the boy in her arms tightly. She held him so tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would suddenly take him away from her again. Her bright eyes couldn’t help but moisten. Heaven was perhaps kind to her; although she lost Yelü Zhuo, at least she finally found her younger brother. Fortunately, her brother, with whom she had always depended on each other, was safe and sound. Recalling yesterday, when Consort Mu had Zezhi brought to her and he appeared before her, she was completely stunned. The unreal feeling was like a dream, but he was indeed her brother, the one she cherished as her life, her one and only brother. Consort Mu didn't elaborate on how she found Zezhi or how she knew he was her long-lost brother. Even Zezhi himself couldn't explain how he was brought there. He only felt that he had been locked in a room, but one day, he suddenly fainted, and when he woke up, he was in Consort Mu's palace. The aloof woman, faced with her question, merely uttered two cold, arrogant sentences: "Nothing can escape my notice. If I truly want to know something, I will find it; if I desire someone, I will find a way to obtain them." "I'm giving you two choices: either take your brother and leave Liao right now, or watch your brother beheaded. The choice is yours." She naturally couldn't choose to let Zezhi die, so perhaps leaving was a kind of liberation… though this liberation was so… cruel… so cruel that her heart slowly lost its warmth, her body so cold she couldn't breathe. Just as she was lost in thought, a strange whistle suddenly rang in her ears. The peculiar whistle didn't seem to be directed at humans, but rather at some animal. Sure enough, their usually docile horse suddenly reared up, neighed, turned, and galloped towards the dense forest at the other end of the mountain path. "Stop! Where are you going?!" "Stop, stop!!" Nusang'er and Zezhi shouted anxiously, trying to stop the suddenly enraged horse, but it ignored them, simply following the increasingly loud whistle. Only when they reached the grove of trees did the horse stop, and a man stood to the side of the carriage. The man was tall and slender, his dark brown and gold-patterned attire highlighting his powerful physique. His dark brown hair cascaded down his back and chest, and a string of red beads hanging from the left side of his forehead ribbon draped down his handsome, sensual face, making him appear even more sinister. At that moment, he was toying with a string of ancient bells with eerie totems in his hand. The strange and ancient sound of the bells rang clearly through the woods, like a death knell, instantly turning Nu Sang'er's face as pale as paper. "Sister, who is that person?" Nu Sang'er didn't speak, but jumped down from the carriage with a pale face in a daze. Without saying a word, she tightly grabbed Ze Zhi's hand and ran quickly out of the woods. But she hadn't run more than a few steps when her arm was gripped tightly by a strong hand, followed by a man's wicked and mocking voice in her ear, "You think you can escape? You think you can escape my grasp?" "Let me go!! Let me go!!" Nu Sang'er screamed, her face pale, pounding her fists on his chest, "The Empress Dowager has already agreed to let me go, to let me leave Liao... No one is allowed to stop me!" "She gave the order, not me!" Shu Lanci grabbed both of her wrists, forcefully pinning her behind her back, while his other hand tightly gripped her waist, his wicked voice... His cool, sinister eyes gleamed as he stared at her struggling gaze, and he commanded, word by word, "Have you forgotten? I am your master. Only I have the right to decide whether you stay or leave. I forbid you to leave, so you cannot go anywhere!" "No, I want to leave! I want to get out of here!! Let me go!!" Seeing the excessively obvious lust in his eyes, she shook her head in panic, trying with all her might to break free from his embrace. However, he simply smiled faintly, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand, and effortlessly stripping her naked with the other. "You bastard!! Let go of my sister!! Let go of my sister!!" Seeing his sister being humiliated, Zezhi roared and jumped onto Shulanci, pounding on her. "Get away!!" The man mercilessly kicked Zezhi hard in the chest. The boy was instantly knocked to the ground by the force of the kick, rolling twice. Blood flowed from his tender mouth, clearly showing the man's ruthlessness. "Brother!!" Nusang'er felt a pang of pain when she saw Zezhi coughing up blood. She cried and tried to check on his injuries, but Shulanci grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and carried her straight into the luxurious carriage. "Let go of me!! You're a beast!! A beast!! Let go of me!!" Nusang'er cried and hit him, but his chest was as hard as steel, unshakable. He sneered as he tossed her into the carriage, then pounced on her, pinning her beneath him. A mocking smile played on his lips as he threatened, "If you resist again, I'll carry you out and let your brother see for himself how we do this!" As he spoke, he buried his face in her slender white neck, kissing her until her breasts blushed and red. His large hands covered her full, white breasts, kneading and fondling them with intense lust, as if deliberately humiliating her, tugging at the nipples. "Mmm…no…" Nu Sang'er whimpered, tears welling in her eyes, her full breasts trembling slightly under his caresses.

"Knead them yourself for me…" He cruelly grabbed her hand, pressing it against her snow-white chest, while his own hand probed between her legs, parting her small, red labia to find the hidden pink opening. His long fingers gently pressed along the indentation.

“…Ah…” Nu Sang’er tilted her head back, her whole body trembling, her legs tightly clenched in terror.

Chapter 135 Inside the Carriage (Spicy)

“Little thing, you are truly captivating.”

Shu Lanci withdrew his wet fingers, knelt down on one knee, grabbed Nu Sang’er’s delicate ankles and lifted them up sharply. Instantly, Nu Sang’er’s lower body, limp from being played with, swayed in mid-air. Her pink flower cave was also brazenly exposed to the man’s view. “Ah…let me go…” Nu Sang’er lay limply in the carriage, crying and shaking her head violently, her waist twisting like a fish out of water. Seeing the uniquely charming and alluring posture on her tearful face, a wild heat surged through his body. Shu Lanci’s gaze darkened, he took off his clothes, and with a thrust of his strong waist, he pressed his burning member firmly against her wet and soft flower cave, and thrust it in hard!

"Ah! It hurts..." Nu Sang'er's delicate brows furrowed tightly, her face turning pale with pain. Shu Lanci ignored her moans and cries, or perhaps he felt that the moans were more like encouragement, urging him to conquer her even more savagely. He groaned and pulled his penis, which had instantly plunged deep into her narrow flower-like opening, halfway out. Then, with a forceful thrust, he plunged even more fiercely into her still-open and uncontracted mouth!

"Ah... um..."

The thick, massive member relentlessly advanced, refusing to stop even at the deepest part of her flower-like opening, forcing it to open and accept its size, as if determined to penetrate even deeper and tighter.

"Ah...so deep...no...um...it hurts...um ah..."

The venom of lust made Nu Sang'er struggle between pain and pleasure. She moaned and cried with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face. Her fingers, which had been tightly gripping the cushion beneath her, fell limply after being forcefully inserted, clenching and relaxing in mid-air with the man's wild thrusts.

Looking at her delicate, flower-like face, and the dazed and confused expression in her clear, innocent eyes after being cruelly abused, Shu Lan smiled wickedly, gripping her buttocks tightly with both hands, and began to thrust up and down even faster and more intensely, relentlessly pounding the sensitive spots deep within her vagina that were difficult to reach...as if deliberately driving her mad.

"Let me go...it's too fast...no..." Nu Sang'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, trying to escape, but her petite body was firmly pressed down by the man behind her.

"Don't move...do you know what I want to do right now?" Shu Lanci suddenly stopped, giving her a mysterious smile, a smile that was both strange and eager, even carrying a hint of excited anticipation.

"No, I don't want to! Not there!!" Nu Sang'er froze for a moment, as if suddenly realizing something, shaking her head repeatedly in shock, struggling to escape, but the large hand pressing tightly on her waist wouldn't allow it. He grabbed her snowy buttocks, flipping her over and making her kneel on the ground.

His strong body pressed tightly against her back, pressing his desire against the tender anus between her buttocks, slowly thrusting and rotating.

"Ah...ah..." Nu Sang'er moaned and writhed, her face flushed. Her tearful eyes were filled with humiliation. "No...no there..."

"Why not? It's more fun to play here," Shu Lan laughed maliciously, and suddenly a finger was forced into her tightly closed anus.

"Ah...no..." Nu Sang'er's face turned red, and she shook her head violently, her body trembling as she cried and begged for mercy in a panic. "Please...no...ah..."

"So tight, so small...you can't even see the lines..." The wicked man sighed in admiration, his handsome face revealing lewd words without any attempt to conceal them. Looking at the trembling, painful buttocks before him, his gaze burned like embers, his breathing grew heavy. He slowly added another finger, then slowly made three...slowly yet rapidly thrusting and stretching motions against the small anus. "No more...uh...no...mmm...let me go...let me go...mmm...mmm...it hurts...no...wooo..." Nu Sang'er, her face flushed, bit her lip tightly and cried out softly. The intense humiliation caused tears to fall like a broken string, her snow-white legs trembling on the ground. "Ready?" "Shu Lanci asked in a low, wicked smile, but as if not waiting for her answer, he withdrew and returned to his large, hot member atop her honeyed valley. His words, ambiguous and dangerously lustful, drifted softly in her ear, "Bear with it, I'm coming in." He raised his lips, slowly pushing his burning, enormous member into her anus.

"Ah! It hurts...stop...it hurts so much..." Nu Sang'er felt as if her lower body was being torn apart and burned. The excruciating pain made her struggle and cry out on the ground. The hair clinging to her collarbone was soaked with sweat from the extreme pain of being stretched open.

"Good girl, you'll love this feeling. Anyway, this isn't your first time," Shu Lanci said with a wicked smile, suddenly and skillfully pushing his already erect member inside. "Ugh...ah!! It hurts!!" "

...Okay, okay...almost all the way in..." The man soothed her while gripping her breasts tightly, slowly and forcefully pushing in.

"...It hurts...waaaah...no...no...don't..." Nu Sang'er cried, sobbing and moaning, her petite body trembling uncontrollably against the man's tall, strong frame. With each inch his member went in, her body shuddered.

Hearing Nu Sang'er's pitiful moans, Shu Lanci felt a fire surge from deep within his throat, and his lower body throbbed with unbearable pain, making him want to immediately continue the raging waves within him. He half-closed his eyes, raised his head, let out a low roar, and suddenly increased the force of his thrusts, plunging in as far as the root could go. He began to pound rapidly and fiercely. "Ah...ah ah...it hurts...ah...umm...ah..."

Chapter 136 Are We Destined Not to Be Together?

Nu Sang'er It was in the middle of the night, while Shu Lanci was fast asleep, that she escaped with Zezhi. The tearing pain and weakness in her lower body nearly caused her to collapse to the ground several times. However, she knew she couldn't fall, and she couldn't stop escaping. If she stopped, there would be an abyss behind her. She didn't want to. She didn't want to sink into that terrifying abyss. She had to leave, as far away as possible. The next morning, they finally dragged their exhausted bodies back to Jingxi Village, back to the land of the Great Song Dynasty.

But to their astonishment, this once beautiful and peaceful village with its flowing streams was no longer what it used to be. Everywhere were the ruins of war: charred wooden houses, collapsed tiled houses, and displaced people. Everywhere they looked was devastation, a scene of utter desolation and ruin. "Uncle Huang, what happened? How did this place become like this?!" "Nusang'er pulled Zezhi towards an old man carrying a straw basket, trudging through the ruins searching for something, and asked in confusion.

The old man struggled to lift his head, stared at them for a moment, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Sang'er! Zezhi! You're still alive?! I can't believe you're still alive! We searched for you for so long on the mountain that day, but we couldn't find any trace of you. We thought you had been killed in the mountains!! Where have you been all this time?"

Before Nusang'er could speak, he stroked Zezhi's little head, his voice hoarse, a relieved smile appearing on his aged face, "No matter what, it's good that you're back... It's good that you're back..."

Nusang'er looked at the tattered straw basket on his back, and then at the desolate ruins around them, her unease growing stronger. She tightly grasped Huang Bo's trembling, old fingers and asked urgently, "Uncle Huang, what happened?" "Why has our village become like this? Our houses are all ruins, and where has everyone gone?"

Hearing this, Uncle Huang felt as if his deepest pain had been struck. He sighed heavily, and two streams of tears rolled down his yellowed eyes. He wiped the tears from his face with his withered fingers, fanning his chapped lips as he cried out angrily, "It's all because of those Khitans!! A while ago, dozens of Khitans came from who-knows-where. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all sorts of atrocities in the village. They destroyed our beautiful village like this!! Those barbarians are even more ferocious than the previous Khitans. If anyone in the village resisted even slightly, they would be hacked down with a knife. My poor eldest son was beheaded by them while he was still alive…!"

The old man, as he spoke, could no longer continue. His frail body collapsed onto the charred ruins, weeping uncontrollably. His thin, aged frame trembled like a withered leaf in the wind, a truly pitiful and sorrowful sight. "

Brother Huang…" Nu Sang'er covered her mouth, listening to everything in disbelief. Remembering Brother Huang's gentle and kind smile, her heart ached, and tears welled in her eyes.

"It's the Khitans again!! The Khitans bullied us! The Khitans destroyed our homes!! When I grow up! I will kill all the Khitans!!" Ze Zhi clenched her small fists, picked up a small twig from the ground, and pounded it against the stones with fiery eyes, shouting through her tears. "Kill them all!! Kill them all!! I will kill them all!! One by one!!" “

Well said! Well said!” The old man wiped himself with his dusty sleeves, nodding with hatred in his eyes. “I heard that the court is about to go to war with the Khitans again!! I hope that the soldiers sent by the court will kill all these Khitans!! To avenge my son!”

"Make them give me back my son's life! Cough cough! Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough…"

"Uncle Huang…you must take care of yourself…" Seeing him coughing so badly, Nu Sang'er quickly supported him while gently patting his back to help him catch his breath. "…You must grieve in moderation…I think Brother Huang in heaven wouldn't want to see you like this…"

"Alas…my poor son…" The old man wiped away his tears and sighed heavily, pointing shakily towards the mountain. "Come on, I'll take you up the mountain. Those who survived in the village have all gone up the mountain. I came down from the mountain to collect some usable things to take up. Life on the mountain isn't easy either…sigh…come on…I'll take you there. They'll be very happy to see you…"

"Okay…" Nu Sang'er glanced at the mountain and nodded gently.

"Grandpa Huang, I'll help you carry the straw basket!" "Zezhi, being sensible, tiptoed and took the bag from the old man, carrying it on his own back. Seeing the old man's somewhat apologetic look, he seemed to see through the old man's thoughts, proudly puffed out his chest, and loudly proclaimed, "I can carry it! I'm a man!! Grandpa, don't be sad, I will definitely avenge you in the future!!" "

Ah, good child... good child..." Uncle Huang wiped his eyes, smiled with a sigh, and led him and Nu Sang'er slowly toward the distant green mountains.

Nu Sang'er followed them for a while, then stopped, looking at the desolate ruins behind them. She seemed to hear the cries of people struggling and screaming under the flashing blades that night, saw the night with flames soaring into the sky, the fierce faces and bloodthirsty eyes of those people, and the lingering smell of blood.

She felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave. She smiled self-deprecatingly, her heart as cold as water. Perhaps, what Consort Mu said was right. There was no possibility between them. From the beginning, they were not meant to be. There would never be a possibility between them.

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Author's Note: Whew, it's so hot, so hot (⊙o⊙) Wow!

Volume 3,

Chapter 137: The Storm Rises Again

"Ah! It's bad!!" "Look at that house...it's on fire!!"

"Ah! How could it be on fire! Quick, get water!!"

"Hurry!"

In the afternoon, within the usually secluded and dark Wuxue Garden, a sudden burst of flames shot

into the sky, billowing black smoke. The raging fire, like a giant beast, stretched out its fiery tongue, licking the vast blue sky. The guards and maids watching over Wuxue Garden stared in panic at the sudden inferno, terrified and flustered. A few reacted first, running and shouting, "Quick, quick, get water! Princess! Save the Princess!!"

"Ah, water, water!!"

"Not enough, go get more, go get more!!"

Amidst the chaotic and noisy crowd, a small figure dressed as a maid quietly slipped out of the bedchamber. The 'maid,' head down, ran quickly towards the outside, shouting, "Fire! Fire!" After shouting a few times, taking advantage of the crowd's distraction, she turned and hurriedly ran out of Wuxue Garden. It was obvious that this 'maid '

was

Luan Xuan, and this 'burning of Wuxue Garden' was a carefully planned scheme by her and Ye Fuge. After running several hundred meters, she looked back and, seeing no one was chasing her, breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowed her pace to compose herself, and then suddenly took off running towards Qinhe Palace. Currently

, the First Prince was also preoccupied with his own problems. Although he knew they were trapped in Wuxue Garden, all he could do was secretly exchange information and help them devise strategies. The plan was flawed, and the only person who could truly save Yelü Xuanyun was now... and

that person was Consort Mei.

She ran along the imperial road, fast and frantic, as if afraid that if she stopped even slightly, she would be caught and taken back. She knew that this time, she absolutely could not fail; she had to see Consort Mei!

Just as she was panting heavily, almost out of breath, she finally saw the three gilded characters 'Qinhe Palace' on the magnificent plaque.

The owner of the palace was just emerging from within, seemingly about to go out to admire the flowers. The woman stopped in her tracks upon seeing the clumsy woman running towards her.

"Consort Mei!! Xuan'er greets... Consort Mei!"

Seeing the elegantly dressed, kind-faced old woman opposite her, Luan Xuan feigned a wronged expression and knelt down with a thud, wiping away tears with her sleeve, crying out loudly, "Consort Mei! Xuan'er has suffered a great injustice!" "Please, Your Highness, do me justice for Xuan'er!"

The Dowager Consort Mei, draped in a light sable fur coat, frowned slightly. She glanced at Luan Xuan's longing face… then looked at a small, indistinct group of figures in the distance, before turning and walking towards the inner palace. Her gentle voice floated in the night, "Come in with me. Summon me to another place. No one is to enter this 'Qinhe Palace' without my permission."

"Yes!" The maids around her nodded respectfully.

Luan Xuan's heart immediately leaped with joy. She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and chased after the noble figure with a beaming smile.

Half an hour later,

behind the swaying crystal curtains, Luan Xuan knelt on the ground, her small face raised in indignation. Her large, dark, round eyes shone clearly. "That's how it is… If I hadn't used a little trick, I'd still be trapped there by my sixth brother!" "Consort Mei, you've always been the one who loves me the most... You must stand up for me!"

Consort Mei leisurely sipped her tea, stroking her hair, and smiled slightly, "You silly girl, I think everyone spoils you too much, which is why you've become so unruly. You even went to your sixth brother's palace in the middle of the night to make a scene. No wonder he was angry. Consider this a lesson..."

Luanxuan was stunned, paused for a long time, and said in surprise, "Consort Mei, you knew I was trapped there all along? Then why... why didn't you come to rescue me?!"

Consort Mei smiled again, fiddling with a plate of jade beads hanging on her chest, and slowly said, "Didn't I tell you? Consider it a lesson. You must never be so reckless in the future. Look at you, you're already married, and you're still like this!" "I really don't know how your husband can stand you~"

Luanxuan bit her lip, no longer arguing. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then eagerly looked up, tightly grasped the hand of Consort Mei, and nodded urgently, "Alright, alright, let's just say this time it was Xuan'er's fault, it's my own fault! But Seventh Prince... he's really innocent!! He really didn't order anyone to assassinate the King!!! You can't let them just cut off Seventh Prince's head like this!"

Mentioning Yelü Xuanyun, Consort Mei's face immediately darkened, and she said stiffly, "Isn't the evidence already conclusive? That bloody blade did indeed belong to Chi Mu. Although I don't want to believe it was Xuanyun who did it, the evidence is conclusive, and he can't deny it. I know you and Xuanyun have always had a good relationship, but you can know a person's face but not their heart. You must not interfere in this matter anymore!" "

Luanxuan shook her head anxiously, trying to explain, "That's not how it is, Seventh Prince was really framed... Consort Mei... Please believe me... Don't kill Seventh Prince... Please..."

As she spoke, she became anxious, and tears streamed down her face, making her look extremely pitiful.

However, seeing her crying so heartbrokenly, Consort Mei's gaze softened slightly, but quickly turned cold again. She slowly withdrew her hand, sighed, and patted her shoulder, saying, "Xuan'er, I've always doted on you and indulged you, but this matter is of utmost importance. No matter how much you beg me, I will not agree. You should go back and rest as soon as possible. You've been imprisoned for so many days; it's time you learned your lesson. Tomorrow, I will have Gong Lin allow you to move back to your palace and will no longer restrict your freedom of movement."

"Consort Mei..." Tears streaming down her face, Luanxuan pouted, wanting to say something, but then she saw Consort Mei's gaze change, her face hardening with a warning. "Xuan'er, this is already my biggest concession. If you continue to be so willful, I will really get angry."

Looking at the woman's stern and displeased expression, Luanxuan knew that saying anything more would be useless. In her desperation, she suddenly remembered something the First Prince had whispered in her ear before she left. Her dark eyes darted around, and she abruptly knelt down again, staring directly at Consort Mei, and shouted, "Consort Mei, please give us another month! We'll kill Seventh Prince after one month!"

"One month? Why?"

"My eldest brother has already found some evidence to prove Seventh Prince isn't the murderer, but he's still missing something more useful, so..." Luanxuan looked pleadingly at the once-kind old woman, her eyes filled with tears, begging, "Just give us another month, and if we still can't prove Seventh Prince's innocence by then, we definitely won't stop you! If you don't agree, I will..."

"What will you do?" Consort Mei raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Otherwise..." Luanxuan bit her lip, raised her face as if she were going all out, and said fearlessly, "I will kneel here forever, without eating or drinking! Without sleeping or resting! Until you agree!"

"Are you threatening me?" Consort Mei's face turned cold, and her tone was like ice.

"Xuan'er wouldn't dare..." Luanxuan lowered her head, sniffed, and choked out in a low voice, "Your Highness, you should know... Xuan'er lost her parents when she was young. In the palace, she was only close to Your Highness and Seventh Prince. I really can't bear to part with Seventh Prince... And, Your Highness, don't you want to know who the real murderer is? Don't you want to know who the one who most wanted to harm the King is?"

The room suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that it seemed that only their breathing could be heard. Luanxuan knelt there with her head down, and after an unknown amount of time, a sigh was heard. "Fine! I will give you a month. If you can't find any solid evidence after a month, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Hearing this,

Luanxuan was so happy that she almost jumped up. Her eyes curved into a smile, and she knelt on the ground, banging her head like garlic, and cried out repeatedly. "Thank you!! Thank you, Consort Mei! Thank you, Consort Mei!!!"

"Alright, girl, get up quickly!"

Under the azure sky, white clouds drifted across the vast expanse. In the bright sunlight, golden leaves swayed in the wind, a few fluttering down as the breeze blew.

"Phew... I'm finally free again!! So comfortable!!" A girl in a peach-pink dress stood on the bustling street, stretching comfortably, two adorable dimples appearing on her cheeks with a sweet smile!

Just then, a fan struck her head mercilessly, accompanied by an inappropriate, light voice, "If it weren't for this Marquis's idea, would you have been released so quickly? Remember, you owe me another one!"

"Hmph~ You just got lucky... Alright, alright... This princess has important matters to attend to, no time for your banter~ Hurry up and go~" Luanxuan curled her lip disdainfully, speaking as she walked forward.

Ye Fuge naturally knew she was in a hurry to find evidence, so she didn't say anything, simply leisurely waving her fan and lazily following behind.

The two hadn't walked far when they saw several Liao soldiers leading a dozen or so slaves by ropes, shouting loudly as they approached. Luanxuan recognized their clothing and knew they were prisoners captured from the Song Dynasty—a common occurrence in Liao. She initially intended to detour, but her gaze inadvertently fell upon a group of slaves, and her expression changed drastically. She pointed in surprise at one of the slaves and cried out, "Future Empress Dowager! What are you doing here

?!

"

Hearing this, a woman among the prisoners, filthy and weary, slowly raised her head. Looking at Luanxuan, she was stunned, a hint of surprise appearing in her gentle, quiet eyes.

"Princess...Princess..."

"Ha, future Empress Dowager, it really is you!" When Luanxuan heard her call her that, her eyes lit up immediately, and she excitedly grabbed her hand. "We all thought you were dead. It turns out you're not dead. That's great! That's great! But..."

She suddenly stopped smiling, frowned, and examined her attire. Then she looked at the prisoners around her and asked in surprise, "...But future sister-in-law, how come you're with them?" "

I...I..." Nu Sang'er was stunned. How had she become like this? It all felt like a dream. After they and Uncle Huang went up the mountain that day, although they were temporarily safe, food was scarce and the weather was getting colder. So she and two other sisters from the village went down the mountain to buy some food and necessities in town. But they didn't expect that as soon as they arrived in town, they would encounter more than a dozen Khitans riding tall horses. The Khitans brandished large swords, looking fierce and menacing. They robbed what they liked, smashed and burned what they pleased. When they saw pretty girls and strong young men, they grabbed them one by one and put them on the cart, tied them up with ropes, saying they would take them back. The men would be used for hard labor, and the women would be assigned to the barracks to comfort the brothers.

Nu Sang'er pulled herself out of her thoughts, raised her eyes and looked around blankly. She even found herself a little funny.

It was like a joke. She had come full circle and was back here again, back in the Liao Kingdom.

"Future Empress Dowager, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing Nu Sang'er's pale face and blank expression, Luan Xuan called out worriedly a few times. "...No...nothing..." Nu Sang'er came back to her senses, glanced at Luan Xuan, and said softly, "I...I...don't know. I fell off the cliff that day and lost my memory...it took me a long time to recover..." "So that's it. You guys are really blind! Quickly untie the ropes!" Luan Xuan nodded as if she understood, and hurriedly ordered people to untie Nu Sang'er's ropes. When the soldiers heard Nu Sang'er's 'identity,' they were all terrified and turned pale. They hurriedly and clumsily untied Nu Sang'er's ropes.

"Future Empress Dowager, it's so good to have found you! If Seventh Prince knew you were still alive, he would be very happy! Come back to the palace with me now, and let's go see Seventh Prince together!" "Luanxuan's eyes sparkled as she took her hand, her smile innocent and adorable.

"I...this..." Nusang'er paused, her body hesitant. She lowered her head, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Should she go back like this? Should she go back with Luanxuan like this? She had resolved to live a peaceful life, far from the Liao Kingdom, far from these Khitans, but now...

"I don't think so," Ye Fuge's eyes flickered, fanning himself with his fan, using it to shield his face, and speaking in a low voice only the three of them could hear, "The Seventh Prince's crimes haven't been cleared yet. If the princess goes back now, and if we still haven't found any evidence by the deadline, wouldn't we be implicating the princess and adding another life to the list!"

"Pah! You jinx!!" "Luan Xuan glared at Ye Fuge and shouted angrily, but when she saw Ye Fuge secretly make a shushing gesture towards her, she suppressed her anger and shouted at the soldiers standing there dumbfounded, "What are you all standing there for? Can't you see we're talking? Move away! Move away!"

Seeing the soldiers discreetly lead the group of prisoners aside, Luanxuan's gaze darkened. She lowered her head, sighed, and said to Nusang'er with reddened eyes, "But that jinx is right. Seventh Prince has been falsely accused of assassinating the King. If we can't find evidence to prove his innocence, he'll be executed in a month. You'll definitely be implicated too. Anyway… everyone thinks you're dead. You should leave quickly. If this time… Seventh Prince survives, we'll bring you back…"

Nusang'er stood there, a hint of conflict and struggle on her pale face. After a long while, she raised her head, her gentle and kind eyes looking directly at Luanxuan, and said, "I'll go back with you. Seventh Prince has always been very good to me. When I was in Liao, he took care of me like family. Now that he's in trouble again, I won't abandon him."

"Princess, have you thought it through?" Ye Fuge frowned, looking at her haggard appearance, his expression full of tenderness and concern. "Your journey back will be incredibly difficult. Are you sure you won't regret it? I think we should help you find a secluded place where you can wait for our news."

"This..." Nu Sang'er hesitated. For some reason, the image of Yelü Xuanyun, his lonely yet stubborn figure, flashed into her mind when she first met him. He was clearly so afraid of loneliness, clearly so in need of companionship, yet he locked himself in his own world because of others' indifference and lack of concern. He must need someone to be with him now. Thinking of this, she slowly shook her head and whispered, "I'm not afraid of danger... I think he must need someone by his side right now..."

"Future sister-in-law, you are truly a wonderful person!!" Luan Xuan wiped away her tears with her sleeve, hugged her, and smiled through her tears, "Seventh brother is so fortunate to have married a princess like you!"

"I, Ye, also deeply admire the princess! So admired! Such a devoted and affectionate princess is truly the pride of our Great Song Dynasty!" Ye Fuge bowed deeply, his peach-blossom eyes sparkling with tender affection, his handsome, playful face also showing deep admiration.

"Get away! She's my future sister-in-law, put away your lustful thoughts!" Luanxuan turned and glared at him, making a face at him, but Ye Fuge pretended not to see it, continuing to wave his fan and smile at Nu Sang'er.

"My lord...my lord flatters me..." Nu Sang'er smiled shyly, then bit her lip as if she had thought of something, and said, "Princess, I have another request, and I hope you can agree."

"Hmm, what is it? As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree!"

Nu Sang'er turned her head and glanced at the group of people not far away, and said, "These captured Song people are all ordinary people, and they all have wives, children and elderly parents at home. I beg Your Highness to have mercy and let them go back."

"Alright! This princess agrees!" Luan Xuan readily agreed, then turned around and ordered the soldiers to let them go. The soldiers knew they couldn't resist, so they had no choice but to resign themselves to their fate and let them go one by one to escape.

"Alright~ Let's go back to the palace now." Luanxuan chuckled as she watched the departing crowd. When Ye Fuge arrived in a magnificent carriage, she turned and grabbed Nu Sang'er's hand, leaping onto the carriage together. A loud neighing followed, hooves kicked up dust, and they sped towards the Liao Kingdom's deep palace.

In the damp, dark prison, water droplets, seemingly from nowhere, dripped down the stone walls, striking the cold, damp ground and intensifying the chill. A thin, frail figure sat alone in a corner of the cell, shivering slightly as if from the cold. Though pale and haggard, his eyes remained as gentle and serene as the moon, radiating a clear light.

These eyes stared blankly at the woman outside the cell, a deep shock crossing his clear gaze. His gentle, pleasant voice trembled slightly with shock.

"You...how did you come?"

"Seventh Prince..." Nu Sang'er knelt outside the cage, looking at the man who had become so haggard in just a few months. A pang of sadness welled up in her heart. Yelü Xuanyun had always treated her well, gentle and kind. During that time, although they weren't mutually in love, he had always been very caring towards her and had never made things difficult for her.

She couldn't understand how such a gentle, kind, and peaceful man could be tormented like this.

"Are you alright?" Yelü Xuanyun's eyes brightened, and a faint smile appeared on his indifferent face. But it was quickly interrupted by a series of coughs from his chest. He covered his mouth and coughed violently, and soon, bright red blood flowed down his thin, pale fingers.

"Seventh Prince!! Seventh Prince!! What's wrong with you?!"

Nu Sang'er stared at the bright red blood flowing from his fingers, the glaring red shocking her. She gripped the iron bars tightly, her eyes red and wet as she cried out helplessly, "Yes, I'm better... I remember everything... I'm back... I'm back—to be with you... Seventh Prince... you can't be hurt... Seventh Prince..."

"Someone! Someone come quickly!! Call the imperial physician!!"

"Cough cough... no need to waste your energy... they won't come back, don't worry... I'm fine..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled nonchalantly, wiping the blood from his lips with his sleeve. The glaring red remaining on his colorless lips was like plum blossoms in the snow, poignant and desolate. His eyes, seemingly having seen through life and death, were cold and deep as water. "You're so foolish, why did you come back? Since you left... why did you come back? Where is Fifth Uncle?" "

..." Nu Sang'er lowered her head, her eyes red, and remained silent.

"...He...is he not good to you?"

Nu Sang'er still didn't speak, only tears streaming down her face. Seeing this, Yelü Xuanyun didn't ask anything more, but just sighed softly, then clutched his chest, coughing up a few drops of blood. "Seventh Prince..." Nu Sang'er quickly raised her head, looking at him with anxious and worried eyes, her heart pounding with anxiety but unable to do anything. "Heh~ I thought the rumors were false. It turns out our Princess Yu Luo has really returned."

A wild and unrestrained laugh rang out, and a man's figure walked step by step with his hands behind his back. A figure approached, dressed in a luxurious brown-gold robe, with several black pythons embroidered on the chest and cuffs, their forms quite ferocious and terrifying, exuding an imposing aura even from afar.

Hearing that familiar yet distant voice, Nu Sang'er trembled. She turned to look at Yelü Gonglin, who had reached her in moments, and unconsciously took a step back.

Yelü Gonglin, however, pressed forward, taking another step forward, lifting her chin with his hand, and curling his lips into a frivolous and wicked smile, slowly saying, "So, Princess, you really aren't dead."

"Release her. Don't let our feud implicate innocent people." Yelü Xuanyun's eyes turned cold at his arrogant and rude behavior.

"Oh? You can get angry too?" Yelü Gonglin, as if discovering something amusing, raised an eyebrow with interest, deliberately pulling Nusang'er into his arms, his gaze defiant. "Even if I force myself on her in front of you, what can you do to me?" "

You..." Yelü Xuanyun's face paled, and his thin lips, which had just been wiped of blood, suddenly overflowed with another string of blood beads.

"No, I beg you!!" Nusang'er knelt before Yelü Gonglin, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Please, let the imperial physician examine the Seventh Prince... If this continues... he will really die... please..."

"Examine him?" Yelü Gonglin glanced at him, then suddenly smiled in a particularly enigmatic way. He lifted her chin with his finger and said ambiguously, "As long as you are willing to serve me well, I will have the imperial physician treat him."

Chapter 139 Night Dance (Spicy)

In the magnificent bedchamber, smoke rose like silk and mist, and the soft sounds of silk and bamboo instruments lingered. Soft red silk gauze, as red as flames, swayed slightly with the wind blowing in through the half-open window.

Six luminous pearls in the bedroom emitted a dazzling light, their soft glow penetrating layers of fiery red gauze and illuminating the figures within.

Seven or eight alluring, serpentine dancers performed a graceful dance, their movements fluid and sensual beneath the opulent, deep red curtains. Their revealing garments had fallen below their shoulders, exposing honey-colored, sensual shoulders. Behind each of them, a burly man danced, their movements intertwined with the dancers's, full of sensuality. Deep within the bedroom, behind a bed with red curtains draped to the floor, a woman with delicate features was bound hand-to-hand and suspended from the bed frame. Her black hair was disheveled, and she was completely naked, wearing only a bodice embroidered with a hibiscus flower that partially concealed her full, white, alabaster-like breasts. Her face was flushed, her delicate features moist, and she stared at the lewd scene before her, either in shock or disbelief. Her clear, spring-like eyes trembled slightly in the pale red candlelight. "Princess Yuluo, do you think they dance well? Is this address correct? Or, although you and my brother are not officially married, should I still call you sister-in-law?" A voice, feigning gentleness yet laced with obvious malice, whispered in her ear. Nu Sang'er's eyes widened as she looked at the elegant yet sinister man who had suddenly appeared before her. Struggling to free her arms from the ropes binding them, she whispered, "...You...what are you going to do..."

"What am I going to do? Sister-in-law, you're being too polite," Yelü Gonglin said, elegantly closing his eyes briefly before slowly opening them again, a venomous smile playing on his lips. "Didn't you say you wanted to do something for me? Didn't you say you wanted to please me, wanted me to save my poor brother? Or have you forgotten?"

"..." Nu Sang'er paused, slowly lowering her eyes, murmuring, "...I...haven't forgotten..."

"It's best if you haven't forgotten." Yelü Gonglin smirked smugly, his large hand brazenly grabbing and kneading the barely visible breasts through the bodice, his venomous gaze filled with lewdness. "...Sister-in-law, do you know, when I thought you were dead, I was truly heartbroken. Many times I longed for your body... That feeling was so regrettable... But I never expected you to suddenly return unharmed. I really, really want to cherish you, my dear sister-in-law!"

"You..." Although she already knew what she was about to face, Nu Sang'er still couldn't calm down. She looked at the man with panic, her expression tense.

Yelü Gonglin narrowed his sinister and arrogant eyes, pulled a black dagger from his sleeve, and threw it on the carpet. He grinned wickedly at her increasingly panicked gaze, and said leisurely, "It's so hot, sister-in-law. Don't you feel hot watching them dance like this?"

As he spoke, the bright, sharp dagger was already pressed against the thin, cicada-wing-like bodice, slowly tearing downwards.

"No, no!" Nu Sang'er twisted her hands, turned her face away, and sobbed. With each sway of her body, the bodice swayed back and forth, revealing her beautiful breasts, incredibly alluring. Although she knew her bodice was merely decorative, the sound of the silk tearing inch by inch still filled her with immense shame. She tightly closed her eyes, refusing to watch this lewd scene. "So beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful!" the man murmured, praising as inch by inch her fair skin was exposed. The flippant and wicked voice made it impossible to tell whether the praise was intended to humiliate her or genuine.

Accompanied by a mocking prediction, a pair of large hands caressed her slender waist and swaying soft flesh. "Tsk tsk, already erect?" Yelü Gonglinzheng looked at the bright red buds that were already standing erect even through the bodice, and his smile was particularly unrestrained. He kept making sarcastic remarks, "So hard... so aroused so quickly, even the women of our Great Liao can't compare to you..."

"...Ugh..." Nusang'er wanted to defend herself, but seeing her mature body reacting uncontrollably, she couldn't speak. She just blushed and sobbed softly, not daring to look at anyone.

Seeing her pitiful and alluring appearance, Yelü Gonglin's index finger continued to knead her soft flesh, as if trying to elicit a greater reaction from her body. Suddenly, his bright eyes flashed, and he lowered his head, biting her nipple. ...

"Ah!... Hmm... It hurts..." Nu Sang'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she cried out in alarm, trembling. "...So fragrant and soft... It makes me want to bite it off..." The man gently bit her, mumbling indistinctly.

"No... Stop... Ah..."

The man looked up at her wet eyes and the tear tracks on her face, a wicked smile curving his lips. He reached out and ripped off her torn bodice, completely exposing her snow-white body to his gaze.

Her snow-white breasts trembled violently with the man's movements, the bright red nipples standing erect shamelessly under his gaze, tempting him to pluck them even more fiercely.

Yelü Gonglin's eyes burned with lust. He flicked the erect red bud hard with his finger and said in a rough, hoarse voice, "Shameless little thing, tonight I'll definitely have a good feast of you!" Chapter 140

(12-11 ) Tell Me You Want (Spicy) Inside the room, the music became even more eerie and lewd, each note seemingly urging one to indulge in lust. The dancers had stopped dancing at some point, entwining themselves with the men behind them. Seductive moans and heavy voices rose and fell in the bedchamber, making Nu Sang'er even more restless. Her face flushed red like a ripe shrimp. "You're all naked, still so hot, aren't you?" Yelü Gonglin smiled knowingly, casually removing his robes and tossing them aside. His bare, muscular upper body was exposed. He grasped the little girl's chin, his fingers teasing her pink lips and her shy tongue. His gaze was seductive and ambiguous. "Can't wait any longer, hmm?" "...Hmm...Ugh...Ugh..." Nu Sang'er blushed and was forced to swallow his fingers, her gentle eyes shimmering with conflicting emotions. She didn't want to succumb to lust, yet she was powerless to resist. As the man's fingers moved in and out of her mouth as if mimicking his movements, she felt her lower abdomen tighten, and her legs felt increasingly empty, yearning to be penetrated. She shamefully closed her legs, yet couldn't help but gently rub them back and forth. "Do you know when you're most alluring?" Yelü Gonglin's other hand kneaded her firm breasts, his gaze wicked. "It's when you're playing hard to get, when your heart and body both desire it, but your mouth says you don't. Today, I'll take you, crying and begging me to give it to you." With that, he withdrew his hand, forcefully parted her legs, lowered his head, parted her wet labia with his fingers, and licked her delicate clitoris with his tongue. "Ah...ah..." Nu Sang'er's watery eyes snapped open, her body arching violently, her breathing quickening instantly. She flailed her arms, desperately trying to escape, her waist twisting incessantly with the man's tongue. "So sweet..." Yelü Gonglin slowly raised his head, his hands kneading her peach-like pink buttocks. His beautifully curved lips curled upwards in a wicked mocking smile. "What's even more remarkable is that a gentle lick is enough to make you hard. So sensitive..." "...No, don't say...please...don't...woo..." Nu Sang'er shook her head repeatedly, her eyes red, tears falling shamefully one by one. Her snow-white buttocks, covered by his large hands, trembled, whether from desire or shame, constantly stimulating the awakening of the even more powerful and savage beast within the man's body. "Don't want to talk? Then I'll just show you." Yelü Gonglin raised his eyebrows, forcefully prying open the writhing petals with his hand. His unfathomable eyes gazed at the honey-like fluid slowly flowing from within, and he chuckled wickedly. He slowly placed his index finger on the closed slit and gently pressed it inward. "Ah...ah...um..." Even such a slight movement stimulated Nusang'er to violently sway her hips again.

"Has this body been trained to be so sensitive?" Yelü Gonglin was stunned for a moment in disbelief, then a smile of even greater interest appeared on his face. "Interesting, this is really interesting."

He gazed at her meaningfully for a while, then suddenly lowered his head again, opened his mouth and sucked on her tender honey hole, sucking hard at the flowing nectar, his tongue mimicking the movements of intercourse, constantly poking at the tender flesh of her opening.

"...Mmm...Mmm...Ah...No...Stop...No...Ah...Mmm..." Nu Sang'er's cheeks were flushed, stimulated by waves of tingling pleasure, she kept shaking her head, her pink lips unable to stop moaning and whimpering, making it impossible to tell whether it was pain or pleasure, her tender water hole was contracting violently, the two petals writhing and blooming with the stimulation of the male tongue, she twisted her delicate buttocks forcefully, trying to escape this tormenting pleasure. The rope on her wrists rubbed her fair wrists with glaring red marks.

“…No…stop…stop…it hurts so much…it itches so much…ahhh…it itches…I can’t take it…ah…have mercy on me…uh…uh…uh…uh…”

After a long while, Yelü Gonglin slowly raised his head, reached out and pinched her buttocks, and said sarcastically, “Can’t take it? You’re too modest. I think my royal uncle has used far more tricks on you than these.”

“Let me go…let me go…please…” Nu Sang’er knelt on the bed, her body limp, looking pitifully at the devilish man in front of her. She knew that every move he made would make her wish she were dead, but she couldn’t escape and had no way to escape. However, her heart was still pierced with pain when she heard the words ‘royal uncle’.

Yelü Gonglin did not notice the subtle changes on her face. He just smiled wickedly, tightly hugged her waist, elegantly extended his index finger, and stroked her tense and trembling petals, slowly pressing his finger in, pulling it out, pressing it in again, pulling it out again, each time deeper than the last.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...ah..." The pleasure brought by the man's fingers sent waves of desire crashing over her, easily overcoming the pain rising in her heart. Her waist went limp, and she collapsed weakly into the man's arms, biting her lip and sobbing softly with tears in her eyes.

"Do you want it? Tell me, do you want me inside you?"

His rough, hard fingers found her already swollen clitoris, flicking it incessantly, while his other hand took the opportunity to insert into her wet, tight opening, forcefully jabbing at the sensitive spot inside.

"Ah...mmm...I...mmm...mmm...ah..." Nu Sang'er swayed her waist incessantly, overwhelmed by the pleasure, her vision gradually blurring, making her unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Her gushing nectar flowed uncontrollably, but she was oblivious. Her clear, gentle eyes were also misty and hazy, filled with lust.

"Tell me? Do you want it? Hmm??!!" Yelü Gonglin cruelly increased the speed of his hand, flicking and squeezing the swollen, sensitive little pearl with heavy, forceful strokes, causing her body to tremble and shudder. His mouth also relentlessly bit down hard on the red nipples on his soft breasts, rubbing and sucking them forcefully, destroying her remaining rationality.

"Ahhh...I...I...I...want...want..." Nu Sang'er cried out, shaking her snowy buttocks as if trying to escape the pleasure of this punishment. The flower juice in her honey hole poured out uncontrollably, making the man's underpants wet with water.

Hearing this, Yelü Gonglin stopped what he was doing as he wished, withdrew his fingers, and watched her blushing and panting. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. "Finally willing to talk?"

he said, his gaze falling on the trail of wetness on his underpants. He raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin, chuckling softly, and cupped her face in his hands. "Then help me take off my pants."

Nu Sang'er looked at him dazedly, stunned for a moment. Seeing the uncompromising look in the man's half-smiling eyes, she knew she couldn't resist. The consequences of resistance... would only allow the man before her to toy with her even more cruelly...

She was afraid, truly afraid. From their first meeting, this man had given her a chilling feeling, like a rabbit seeing a hungry wolf, destined to become his prey, his meal.

She sobbed softly, took a deep breath, and resignedly bent down slightly, tears welling in her eyes, biting the drawstring of the man's underpants. With a little force, he pulled it open, and soon the dark underpants slipped down, revealing the already erect and swollen male sword.

Although she was somewhat prepared, Nu Sang'er was still so ashamed that her eyes widened in panic, and she tightly closed her eyes, unable to look any longer. Her already pale face flushed red again.

Yelü Gonglin chuckled and pinched her chin, arrogantly commanding, "Open your eyes! You've seen this before, haven't you?"

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er had no choice but to slowly open her eyes, her face flushed with shame as she lowered her head.

"Are you deliberately dawdling? Do I need to teach you this again? Keep it down!"

Yelü Gonglin pinched her snowy buttocks impatiently, coldly saying, and the pinched spot immediately became red and swollen.

Nu Sang'er dared not delay any longer, and could only suppress her tears and lower her head again. She was about to take the monstrous penis into her mouth, but was restrained by the rope binding her wrists. She looked back at the rope on her wrists, and looked up at the man opposite her with some helplessness. Yelü Gonglin sneered coldly, moved his body slightly, and roughly pressed her small head in front of his penis. He frowned and urged and threatened, "If you delay any longer, I will really punish you!"

Nu Sang'er bit her lip, as if afraid that he would really punish her, and hurriedly opened her mouth. But the tears of grievance swirled in her eyes a few times, and finally she could not help but let them fall. She gently took the man's huge penis into her mouth with her lips. Her experience of being trained many times had already made her know how to serve a man. Her soft little tongue licked and scraped back and forth on the sensitive part of the round penis, constantly pressing, rotating and sucking, stimulating the man's body to get waves of overwhelming pleasure.

"Mmm...so good...mmm...ah...uh..." Yelü Gonglin tilted his head back in pleasure, groaning with a squinted face, his large hand resting on her head, pressing lightly or heavily as he pleased.

"Mmm...uh..."

Nu Sang'er felt nauseous from the large penis filling her mouth, but it seemed tireless, thrusting into her throat repeatedly, moving in and out of her mouth rapidly.

"...uh...uh...uh...uh..."

Nu Sang'er didn't know how much time had passed, but her mouth felt numb and stinging from the strain. The man's movements didn't stop; instead, they intensified. Suddenly, the fingers that had somehow entered her honeyed orifice abruptly pinched her swollen clitoris, violently lifting it upwards.

"Ah~uh...!!" Nu Sang'er's body trembled violently, her snowy buttocks shaking wildly. Instantly, a stream of honey-like fluid gushed from the depths of her valley, silently meandering down her snow-white legs.

Chapter 141 The Extra Dragon (Spicy)

"How about we play around here tonight?" Yelü Gonglin murmured wickedly, his hand pressed against her snow-white neck, while his large hand slid behind her back, slipping into her buttocks, his index finger teasingly pressing back and forth against her tight anus. "No...don't..." Nu Sang'er was stunned, then shook her head repeatedly in fear. The pain of being forcibly penetrated by Shu Lanci that night was still vivid in her mind. The hellish pain made her cheeks lose some color in an instant. "Looks like this place has already been used." Yelü Gonglin glanced at her expression, frowned unhappily, and pressed his fingers harder on her small anus, coldly saying, "Then what are you afraid of? Just bear with the pain." "...No...don't...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er shook her head with tears in her eyes, pleadingly looking at the man, "Please, don't touch there, it really hurts...I can't take it..." "Can't take it? Didn't you suffer too?" Yelü Gonglin smiled coldly, mercilessly pressing her to kneel on the bed, making her snowy buttocks stick up high, his thick, hard fingers ruthlessly stabbing into her narrow, dry anus. "Ah!!!" Nu Sang'er cried out in tears, her small body trembling violently in pain, her snowy buttocks shaking helplessly, as if trying to get rid of the foreign object behind her. Yelü Gonglin remained silent, his eyes narrowed with interest as his fingers thrust wantonly into the little girl. He would withdraw slightly, then plunge in again, each time causing her body to lurch forward, her broken moans escaping her lips in a continuous stream of cries. The width of his fingers increased from one to three. "Ugh...so swollen...I don't want it anymore...ahh...it hurts...it hurts so much...it's tearing me apart...no more...no more...waaaah...let me go...waaaah...ah...ah..." The thick fingers relentlessly thrusting and widening deeper into her anus caused Nu Sang'er's body to convulse uncontrollably. The tearing pain, stretched to its limit, brought tears streaming down her face like a burst dam. She bit her lip hard, wishing she could crush something to alleviate her suffering. Her delicate face was flushed crimson, covered in sweat and tears. Her pink lips, faintly tinged with blood, trembled slightly in the candlelight, choked with sobs, escaping incomplete cries of anguish. She wished she could just die like this, never to feel pain again. She felt as if she had been cleaved in two, her lower body aching so badly it didn't feel like her own anymore. "Put this in for her." Suddenly, a voice came from behind the curtain, a uniquely deep and resonant voice that made it easy to guess who it was from just one note. "Ha, you've come at just the right time." Yelü Gonglin's expression remained unchanged, only a slight smile on his face. He took the box, looked at the rose-red pills inside, and lazily asked with a flippant smile, "Will this thing work?" "We'll know once we try." As soon as he finished speaking, a man's figure suddenly appeared before the bed. The owner of the figure looked at the shocked little girl on the bed, a glint of light flashing in his long, sharp eyes. "Princess, do you still remember your humble servant?" Nu Sang'er looked at the man in front of her in surprise, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. She stammered softly, "You...you are Baili...Baili...Lord..." "Heh, not bad...you still remember who I am. I thought you had long forgotten who you were, and who I was too?" A mysterious smile appeared on Baili Xiaochi's sinister face. His cold fingers pinched her chin, and he asked in a seductive voice, "Isn't that right? Hmm?" “…I…I…I didn’t…” Nu Sang’er lowered her head in a panic, not daring to look at his cold and intimidating gaze. “If you want to reminisce, let’s do it slowly in bed. Don’t spoil this prince’s mood.” Yelü Gonglin raised an eyebrow and roughly pressed Nu Sang’er’s head down. He took a pill from the box, used two fingers to spread open her narrow anus, and inserted it deeply. After the fingers entered, they didn’t leave, but just poked and prodded inside. “Hmm…ah…” The feeling of having a foreign object inserted made her sway her snowy buttocks uncomfortably. She looked fearfully at the two men who were laughing lewdly, her face flushed. “You’ll find out soon enough what it is.” Baili Xiaochi also removed his clothes, stepped onto the bed, and covered her snow-white breasts with his cold fingers, pinching and teasing them with a laugh. Nu Sang'er had no time to resist, and felt an unbearable tingling sensation deep within her anus, as if a fire was burning inside her, growing stronger and stronger. From the outer labia to the inner passage and walls, she felt a hollow sensation, and she began to intensely crave something to fill that passage, to tease the vexing depths of her flower path.

Love fluid continuously overflowed from her body. It was as if she had been splashed with water. A wave of shame washed over her. Her hands were bound, and the itching and soreness all over her body was indescribable. She rubbed her pink legs together uncomfortably, squirming and moaning in the man's arms, "So hot...so uncomfortable...hot...um...so hot...uncomfortable..." "Look, her little nipples are as hard as two small stones," Baili Xiaochi said, kneading her erect breasts, his eyes cold and wicked as he teased. "And her little chrysanthemum hole, it's like it's been soaked in water, much easier to enter." Yelü Gonglin raised his eyebrows, pushing his fingers in and out more forcefully. He sneered, "Nusang'er, hearing their harsh and humiliating words, cried and shamefully squeezed her legs together, writhing her hips restlessly. But the unbearable itch inside her body made her crave comfort, to be penetrated. 'Look, just one "Charm Pill" has made her so wanton. I wonder what will happen if we put another one in,' Baili Xiaochi said maliciously, his eyes dark and lewd. 'No...don't...' Nusang'er saw Yelü Gonglin smile and take another pill from the box, struggling in terror, but Baili Xiaochi held her waist firmly, unable to move an inch. She could only watch helplessly as the pill was pushed deep into her anus. 'So disobedient, she should be punished with another one,' Yelü Gonglin lewdly smirked." She took another pill, and before the previous one could melt, she pushed the other one inside. "Ah... um... so hot... so uncomfortable... umm..." The drug was extremely potent; one pill was already the limit for this promiscuous woman from another race. Having three pills inserted like this was far beyond what her small body could withstand. She felt as if hundreds of thousands of ants were gnawing at her flower-like opening, the tingling, itchy sensation penetrating to the bone making her want to scratch uncontrollably. However, her hands were tightly bound, rendering her completely immobile. She could only desperately rub her legs together, unable to stop the continuous flow of her juices. Another surge of hot, lustful fluid gushed from her opening. She was tortured to the point of no return; her last line of defense finally crumbled. She cried, shaking her head, her misty, tearful eyes helplessly looking at the two men cruelly toying with her.

"Um... save me... save me... sob... I can't take it anymore... save me." "...Help me... Waaah..." "Little slave girl, you've finally learned to ask for help." Baili Xiaochi looked at her already soaking wet lower body, exchanged a glance with Yelü Gonglin, and used his two icy hands to lift her legs up. His thick member plunged hard into her soaking wet anus. "Ah...!!" Nu Sang'er tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a seductive moan. Her raised legs swayed helplessly in mid-air. She felt the hot, huge thing biting and invading her, deep and large, filling her completely without any gaps. There was even an irresistible tingling and numbness when it reached the very end. After it was pulled out, she felt extremely empty and wanted to be entered again. "Tsk tsk, look at how she's enjoying it, so utterly lewd!" Yelü Gonglin clicked his tongue in mock admiration, then pulled out her snowy buttocks, spreading her petals wider. His swollen, red penis thrust deeply into her from the front, penetrating her repeatedly. "Ah... um... um..." The two men, as if they had planned it beforehand, moved with perfect coordination, like pile drivers, penetrating Nusang'er's body again and again. Each thrust was rougher and more savage, each one more ruthless and penetrating, until her body swayed like a small boat in a storm, bobbing incessantly in the two men's arms. "Ah ah... um... it hurts... it hurts... ah... ah... too deep... no..." "Ah ah ah... ah ah ah... um... ah ah... slow... slow... slow a little..." "Ahhh..." The sweet yet painful torment caused her delicate face, flushed with desire, to flash with agony. Baili Xiaochi slammed into her from behind, causing her to fall onto Yelü Gonglin, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Baili Xiaochi, in turn, gripped her snow-white buttocks, pulling them wider to allow his and Yelü Gonglin's massive members to penetrate her small body even more deeply. "Too deep...ahhh...so deep...it's going to...going to be pierced...um...it hurts...be gentle...be gentle...ooh...ahhh..."

Nu Sang'er cried, shaking her head repeatedly, her face flushed as she gasped for breath. Although the desire within her remained intense, she was still relentlessly invaded by the two beast-like men.

The two men exchanged a glance, and then, in perfect unison, one picked up the sobbing Nu Sang'er, while the other lay on the bed, his enormous, hard member standing erect. "Come on, take it in," Baili Xiaochi said, as he held her and slowly lowered his swollen anus towards Yelü Gonglin's massive member.

"No...it's too big...I can't..." The enormous penis had barely entered when it stretched her anus completely, the tearing pain causing her to cry out in fear. "Didn't I just take it in? Why can't you do it?" Baili Xiaochi frowned in displeasure, grabbed her slender waist and pressed down, inserting his entire massive member straight into her anus.

"Ah—it hurts!" Nu Sang'er cried out in pain. Her flushed face paled instantly, but before she could adjust to the sheer size of his member, Yelü Gonglin narrowed his eyes and began to manipulate his own member, gripping her slender waist tightly. "...Little slut...you're squeezing me so tight..." Yelü Gonglin murmured with pleasure, his movements gradually increasing as he held her waist. His already thick and long penis was now even more unrestrained, each thrust swift and powerful, each withdrawal clean and efficient. He swirled inside her, his thick, hot penis constantly changing angles, thrusting wildly and relentlessly, causing Nu Sang'er to tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm...slower...it hurts..."

"...You're so tight...how can I slow down..." His lower body thrust wildly between her snow-white buttocks, fiercely pounding her gushing chrysanthemum. His hands gripped her snow-white buttocks tightly, his crimson penis thrusting repeatedly into her opening. Finally, after several deep and vigorous tremors, the man let out a beast-like growl, and scalding molten lava gushed into the depths of her body.

"Ah...!" Author's Note: Lots of smut~ Wow!

Chapter 142 Let's be remembered for eternity.

The sun shone brightly, and a few autumn leaves twirled from the branches onto the stone steps. On the bustling streets of Liao, men and women dressed in strange clothes moved about, in twos and threes, some walking hand in hand, others sitting together, all with an air of calm and peace.

"What are you looking at again?" Luanxuan nudged Ye Fuge with her elbow, her cute and spoiled face filled with indignation as his gaze kept drifting left and right. "Can't you concentrate for a second? Don't forget why we came here!"

"Of course I haven't forgotten,"

Ye Fuge's cunning dark eyes darted around, and he calmly walked a few steps away to a tea stall and sat down. He smiled and ordered a pot of barley tea from the owner, then leisurely sipped it while fanning himself.

"Ye Fuge!!" Luanxuan was so angry at his nonchalant attitude that she jumped up in front of him, hands on her hips, and pointed at his nose, shouting loudly.

"I'm not deaf, why are you shouting so loudly?" Ye Fuge frowned slightly, plugged his ears with his fingers, raised his fan and tapped the stool next to him, laughing dashingly and charmingly. "Come, my lady, sit down and chat with your husband."

"Sit down my ass!" Luanxuan glared at him angrily and cursed. Although she was so angry that she wanted to leave him and walk ahead alone, she also felt that her legs were sore from walking for so long, so she pouted and sat down next to him unhappily. She glanced at him sideways and warned, "I'm telling you, you are only allowed to rest for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Yes, yes, yes, come, you must be thirsty after searching for so long. Have some water." Ye Fuge smiled nonchalantly, casually handed her a cup of tea, and stared at her with his bright eyes. Luanxuan took the teacup, took a sip, and felt refreshed after drinking the cool tea. After a moment, she turned to look at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why have you been staring at me like that?"

Ye Fuge then looked away, tilted his head back, and laughed heartily, "Haha, nothing... I just didn't expect a silly woman like you to be so engrossed in something."

Luan Xuan glared at him, pouting, and said, "Of course! This matter concerns Seventh Brother's life, how could I not be nervous?!"

As she spoke, her expression suddenly turned dejected. She sighed heavily and whispered, "Eldest Brother said that as long as we find the missing eunuch in the palace, we can find out..." Who buried the blood-stained blade in the garden that night? He even said he'd found out that the little eunuch had been here just two days ago, but... how come we've searched for so long and haven't found a single trace of him..."

Ye Fuge toyed with the cup in his hand, smiling absentmindedly, "There's always a way out. When the time is right, it will appear."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Luan Xuan was anxious and angrily slammed her hand on the table, her eyes red and furious, she shouted, "You make it sound so easy! I think you're completely indifferent, not caring at all about my seventh brother's life or death!"

Ye Fuge was about to speak when he caught sight of a short figure suddenly running wildly towards the alley from a fruit stall not far away. His expression changed, and without a word, he chased after it.

"Hey!! Where are you going! Stop right there!" Luanxuan froze for a moment, then ran after him, grabbing his sleeve and yelling, "Which pretty girl did you see again? Stop right there! Don't go!"

"Let go, let go!" Ye Fuge watched the figure disappear, a hint of urgency flashing in his fox-like eyes. He pushed Luanxuan away forcefully and ran after the man into the alley, "Ouch!" Caught off guard by his force, Luan Xuan was pushed backward and fell to the ground. Her petite body slammed into dozens of long wooden poles placed in the corner, causing them to wobble and then rain down on her. Crackling and crashing, crashing and

crashing... "Ah...ah...it hurts...Ye Fuge...you big bastard..."

As Luan Xuan dodged the falling poles, screaming in panic and anger, a white sleeve reached out and shielded her from several poles. Then, it grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her to safety. "Are you alright?" A gentle, cool, flowing sound, like the gentle murmur of spring water, escaped from the man's handsome, thin lips.

Upon hearing this voice, Luanxuan's eyes flashed with an extremely dazzling light. She quickly raised her head, staring at the person opposite her in disbelief, and exclaimed joyfully, "...Chun...Brother Chunjian...! How could it be you?! How did you come?!"

Ling Chunjian smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes gentle, his smile like a spring breeze: "Didn't you want me to come?" Luan

Xuan hurriedly shook her head, her face earnest, and said, "No, of course not! I really wanted you to come! That day I rushed back to Liao Kingdom and didn't even have time to say goodbye properly. I thought you had already returned to Lin'an City!"

She paused, blushed, glanced at him shyly, and whispered with her head down, "...I was thinking of rescuing my seventh brother as soon as possible and then returning to Lin'an City... You have no idea how much I wish I could... could... see you often..."

Ling Chunjian was stunned. Seeing the girlish shyness and deep infatuation in her eyes, he coughed lightly, turned his head to avoid that burning gaze, and changed the subject, "I just saw Fu Ge running hurriedly towards the alley, as if chasing someone. What happened?"

"I don't know," Luan Xuan also shook her head in confusion, pointing to the tea stall and pouting, "She was sitting there drinking tea just now, and suddenly she ran this way like a madwoman. I couldn't stop her!"

"Is that so..." Ling Chunjian glanced thoughtfully at the tea stall, her clear and ethereal eyes gazing into the depths of the alley, where slivers of shadow swept past.

Luanxuan scratched her head again, thought for a moment, and looked at Ling Chunjian with a naive earnestness in her eyes: "I have a question for you, and you must answer me truthfully. Does Ye Fuge have some kind of strange illness?"

“A strange illness?” Ling Chunjian paused, repeating in confusion.

“Well, for example…” Luanxuan pointed to her head, blinking knowingly, “Is there something wrong with him? Did he fall off a cliff or a building when he was little and damage his brain? Or maybe he drowned and some lingering effects remain, or…” “

…” Ling Chunjian couldn’t help but chuckle as she listened to her seemingly serious hypothetical scenario. Looking at the handsome face, slightly pale, that was gradually approaching from behind her, she cleared her throat, barely suppressing her laughter, and said with feigned seriousness, “In your opinion, Madam, which one is more likely?”

Luanxuan actually thought about it seriously, her crescent-shaped eyes curving upwards as she smiled, “I think… he must have been very mischievous and active as a child. He probably fell off a building first, didn’t die, and then accidentally…” He fell down, but miraculously survived. Later, while playing in the lake, he nearly drowned. After all the frights, he developed chronic illnesses, and his mind became increasingly troubled…”

Luanxuan became more and more animated as she spoke, until finally, as if it were true, she spoke with great enthusiasm, gesturing wildly. At the end, she even played with a strand of hair by her cheek and smiled brightly, “Oh dear, his experiences sound quite fascinating. Why don’t we print a book about him?” "I've even thought of a title! 'The Misfortune of the Young Marquis of the Great Song Dynasty.' I think if this book were written, it would definitely be a bestseller in both the Liao and Song Dynasties! Maybe we'd make a fortune, and that Ye Fuge would surely be remembered for generations, his name immortalized! What do you say?"

She smiled and tilted her head back, intending to wait for Ling Chunjian's reply, but unexpectedly heard a sinister voice behind her say, "May I ask, Madam, when do you plan to print this book, and where will it be sold? I'd like to buy some to read carefully, what do you think? I really know how you plan to make me immortalized?"

Hearing this, Luanxuan shuddered. She turned around and looked at Ye Fuge's seemingly gentle, even somewhat frightening smile. Startled, she hurriedly laughed awkwardly to cover it up, "Ah...hehe, misunderstanding...misunderstanding...I was just saying it casually...don't take it seriously...hehehehe...don't take it seriously...hehe..."

"Not serious? You seem quite earnest... not a hint of pretense." Ye Fuge sneered coldly, casually picking up a wooden stick from the ground and tapping it lightly in her palm as she walked towards her. "Nothing of the sort... Hehehe... Nothing of the sort... You must have misheard... Hehehe..."

She laughed ingratiatingly as she retreated behind Ling Chunjian, pleadingly tugging at his white sleeve and whispering, "Isn't that right, Brother Chunjian?"

Ling Chunjian looked at the two of them, shaking his head helplessly with a smile. He raised his lips at Ye Fuge and said gently, "As the old saying goes, a good man doesn't follow a woman..." "She was just saying it casually, so please let her off this time,"

Ye Fuge's lips twitched, his face darkened as he snorted, casually tossing the wooden pole to the ground. He smiled slyly, his eyes narrowing, "Fine, for your sake, I'll spare her this time. But where did you come from, you unexpected troublemaker? Didn't you go back to Lin'an City?"

Ling Chunjian smiled slightly and said, "I was originally going back, but just as I was about to set off, I heard that you were trapped in the Liao Palace and had lost your freedom. I was worried about your safety, so..."

"So you risked your life alone, coming all this way? Chunjian..." Ye Fuge raised an eyebrow, feigning deep emotion as he patted Chunjian's shoulder, then exclaimed with a carefree and unrestrained voice, "Good brother! Having a loyal friend like you is truly a great blessing in my life! Hahaha!"

"We've known each other for many years, this is what I should do. Seeing you safe and sound, I'm relieved." Ling Chunjian patted his hand lightly, smiled gently, and looked into the depths of the alley, asking with a smile, "By the way, who exactly was the person you were trying to capture? What grudge do you have with him?"

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Author's Note: If you like it, please leave more comments for Xiaoqianqian. Seeing everyone say they like the princess makes me really happy, hehe... Next week is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I'm currently planning an extra chapter, writing a story about the princess's farewell. What do you think? Oh hehe. Luanxuan (raising both hands and feet): I agree! I strongly recommend publishing "The Little Marquis's Misfortune"!

Ye Fuge (glaring at Xiao Qian with murderous intent): You dare to write one and see what happens, just try it!!

Xiao Qian (feigning pitifulness, tugging at Ling Chunjian's sleeve, and calling out in a coquettish voice, "Chunjian, he's so fierce...")

Ling Chunjian (disdainfully prying the fingers off his clothes, and drifting away with a blank expression)

Chapter 143 The Truth

"A witness, but he still got away, and I only found this." A hint of frustration flashed across Ye Fuge's eyes as he tossed the item in his hand in his palm twice. "This... isn't this the palace token used by eunuchs?!" Luan Xuan's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly grabbed his wrist, staring intently at the wooden token, and suddenly realized, "...Could that person just now be the eunuch we're looking for? You already discovered him?" "

Hmph~" Ye Fuge snorted coldly, disdainfully withdrawing his wrist, glaring at her, and smiling sarcastically, "If you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have caught him by now. I really don't know whether to say you're too stupid, too stupid, or too, too, too stupid?"

"What's with the arrogance!" Luan Xuan glared back at him, hands on her hips, and shouted defiantly, "Who told you to be so mysterious? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You suddenly ran away, and nobody knew what you were going to do!"

"So it's my fault after all?" Ye Fuge laughed angrily.

"It's good that you admit it!" Luanxuan pouted, turning her head to the side, her expression also sullen.

Ling Chunjian coughed lightly, her expression gentle as she tried to mediate between the two, "Alright, alright, things have come to this, don't argue anymore. I think that little eunuch will probably reappear."

"Whatever, I'm not in a hurry anyway, maybe it's all fate." Ye Fuge chuckled, stretching lazily with a rather indifferent expression, casually putting her arm around Ling Chunjian's shoulder, and striding forward without saying a word, "Chunjian, my craving for alcohol is acting up again, come on, let's go to the tavern up ahead and have a few drinks!"

"Wait a minute, we're still missing one person!" Ling Chunjian smiled slightly and stopped, "Oh? You're not talking about her, are you?" Ye Fuge turned around, looking at Luanxuan who was shamelessly sticking behind them with a look of disgust, and frowned her handsome brows, "So what if it's me?!" "This wine isn't yours, I can drink it whenever I want, what's it to you?" Luanxuan pouted, her mood annoyed and fierce.

Lingchunjian watched the two arguing again with a headache, her cool, spring-like gaze drifting to the eaves to her left. She beckoned to a figure among the yellow leaves and smiled helplessly, "Brother Si, how long are you planning to sit there watching the show?"

Hearing this, the man who had been sitting on the eaves, watching them with a cold expression, slowly stood up, used his lightness skill to leap down from the eaves, and walked arrogantly and coldly to them.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to come too, today is really lively!" Ye Fuge looked at the cold and handsome face in front of him, but a hearty smile appeared on his face. He nodded, tapped his palm with his fan, and laughed, "Good, good! It's been a long time since the three of us brothers have gotten together to drink! Let's drink to our hearts' content today!" "Let's drink until we drop! Let me tell you, the 'Twilight Clouds Deep' wine here is a once-in-a-lifetime find!! Our Great Song Dynasty rarely has such good wine!"

Si Wumei raised his chin expressionlessly and said coldly, "Since that's the case, what

are you waiting for? Lead the way." "Alright, follow me." Ye Fuge was already used to his ruthless and strange personality, and chuckled as she took the lead and started walking forward.

Watching the three of them drift away so lightly, as if they had completely forgotten her existence, Luanxuan stamped her feet in exasperation and shouted at their retreating figures, "Hey?? You're all going to drink?? Hey hey... you're all gone, who's going to help me find that little eunuch?!"

The three seemed not to hear her at all, not only not stopping but walking even faster, about to disappear from her sight. Her eyes widened in panic, and she hurriedly chased after them, shouting as she went.

"Hey!! Hey!! Stop! Stop right there!! Wait for me... wait for me... Chun... Brother Chunjian... wait for me..."

In the Liao Kingdom, deep in the palace,

in the grand hall with its jade-brick floors, all was silent. Only a man covered in wounds knelt on the ground in shackles, his black hair disheveled and hanging down his back, a few strands of hair falling across his thin cheek, a drop of water dripping from them.

"What did you want to see me in prison?" Yelü Gonglin asked casually, his legs crossed, as he sat casually on the tiger-skin chair, tossing a strand of hair over his shoulder.

Chi Mu raised her bright, piercing eyes and glared at him fiercely. "You still haven't told me who my sister is!"

"Oh? Is that so? Didn't I tell you? But I feel like I already have," Yelü Gonglin said with a feigned thoughtful smile.

Chi Mu's gaze turned cold, her face turning ashen as she shouted, "Yelü Gonglin, I have no time for these pointless games! You'd better tell me now!" "

Tsk, you really have no patience." Yelü Gonglin shook his head elegantly. Seeing the look in Chi Mu's eyes that seemed to want to tear him to pieces, his smile widened. He walked up to Chi Mu, straightened his clothes, and chuckled softly with a deep gaze, saying with a hint of regret, "Chi Mu, I've always believed you're a smart person, but you just followed the wrong master."

"Enough nonsense, I just want to know who my sister is!" Chi Mu stared intently at him, gritting his teeth as he spoke each word. Yelü Gonglin then slowly brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, his smile unfathomable. "Actually, you already have an answer in your heart, don't you? You just don't dare to admit it. Am I right?"

Seeing Chi Mu's face stiffen and a strange light flash in his eyes, Yelü Gonglin patted his face again, 'kindly' reminding him, "Think about it, who else in the Liao palace could be a Han Chinese woman?" "Let me tell you something else. Not only do you know that person, but my terminally ill seventh brother also knows her, and they have a very close relationship... Tell me yourself, who else could this sister of yours be?" "

..." Chi Mu's body stiffened. Her gaze froze as she stared at Yelü Gonglin, completely petrified. "This... impossible... impossible..."

Yelü Gonglin smiled slightly, his gaze cold and ruthless. "Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth. Now your sister's fate is in my hands. Whether you remain loyal to your master or sacrifice your sister, you'd better think it through carefully."

Chapter 144 Call Me Xuanyun

In the deep palace of the Liao Kingdom, in a simple, dilapidated abandoned wooden house, low groans came intermittently from inside.

Inside, the dim light of a flickering lamp shone through the broken wooden window, and the howling wind kept blowing in, making the dim light flicker on and off.

"Cough...cough..."

On the cold, hard wooden bed, a thin figure lay weakly covered by a thin blanket. His delicate face was ashen, and he seemed to be terribly cold, his frail body trembling slightly under the blanket.

"Seventh Prince...take your medicine..." Nu Sang'er helped him sit up, then gently fed him the freshly brewed medicine, serving him as he drank it down little by little.

"Thank you...you've worked so hard..." Yelü Xuanyun forced himself to finish the medicine in the bowl, gave Nusang'er a weak smile, and said with some guilt, "I don't feel it's hard...as long as Seventh Prince, your illness can be cured, this is nothing at all." Seeing that he seemed terribly cold, Nusang'er hurriedly tucked the thin blanket around him even tighter, trying her best to warm him up. But how could that thin blanket withstand the chill of the autumn night? The wind outside was blowing even faster, carrying a damp chill, and it seemed as if another torrential rain was brewing.

She looked worriedly at the howling wind outside, biting her lip tightly, secretly wondering whether she should go to Yelü Gonglin again tomorrow. Although he had kept his 'promise'—letting Yelü Xuanyun see the imperial physician and releasing him from the cage—he had imprisoned him in this small, dilapidated wooden house, leaving him to suffer from the wind and the cold night.

His body was already frail, and if he continued to fall ill like this… I'm afraid… he really might not survive.

“Don’t go.” Yelü Xuanyun seemed to see through her thoughts, suddenly gripping her hand tightly, his gaze fixed on her as he slowly shook his head, saying, “Don’t suffer his humiliation for my sake. Seeing you being bullied by him would only make me feel worse than death.”

Nu Sang’er looked at the suppressed pity and tenderness in his clear eyes, her brows furrowing, her nose tingling, her eyes reddening. She shook her head, holding back her tears, and whispered…

“Seventh Prince, you don’t need to worry. The Sixth Prince… he didn’t bully me… really didn’t… I… I’m

fine…” Yelü Xuanyun quietly looked at her tear-filled eyes, sighed softly, and slowly reached out to cover her cheek. His usual gentle and harmless smile was desolate in the dark night, making it unbearable to look at. “You shouldn’t have come back… you shouldn’t have come back… you shouldn’t have stayed with me, this useless cripple. Not only can I not protect you by my side, but I will only make you suffer more… Am I really useless? Heh… yes… in everyone’s eyes, I have always been a cripple, a completely useless cripple…”

“No, no,” Nu Sang’er couldn’t bear to see his desolate and decadent smile. She shook her head repeatedly with tears in her eyes, raised her hand to grasp his cold fingers that were touching her face, and said with red eyes, “Seventh Prince, you are the best man I have ever met in Liao… and the best man to me in Liao… to have met the Seventh Prince is… Sang’er’s blessing…”

"Sang'er? Is that your real name?" Yelü Xuanyun's eyes flickered slightly as he asked softly.

Nu Sang'er realized she had inadvertently revealed her name, but unsure how to explain, she blushed slightly and whispered,

"...This...is my nickname...Back in Song, they...all called me that..." "Sang'er, a very beautiful name..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled gently, his watery gaze silently watching her, like a clear stream flowing gently across her face. "From now on, I'll call you Sang'er too, okay?" "

...Yes, okay." Nu Sang'er paused, then nodded shyly.

"Then don't call me Seventh Prince anymore, just call me Xuanyun."

"This..."

"Promise me."

"...Okay..."

Nu Sang'er had just softly agreed when several knocks sounded at the door. Chapter 145,

December 11th (Partially repeated from the previous chapter) : Deep within the Liao Kingdom's palace, in a simple, dilapidated abandoned wooden house, low groans emanated intermittently. Inside, a flickering lamp cast a dim light, and howling winds blew in through the broken wooden windows, causing the dim light to flicker intermittently. "Cough...cough..." On the cold, hard wooden bed, a thin figure lay weakly covered by a thin blanket. His delicate face was ashen, and he seemed to be terribly cold, his frail body trembling slightly under the covers.

"Seventh Prince...take your medicine..." Nu Sang'er helped him sit up, then gently fed him the freshly brewed medicine, serving him sip by sip.

"Thank you...you've worked so hard..." Yelü Xuanyun forced himself to finish the medicine, gave Nu Sang'er a weak smile, and said with some guilt, "I don't feel it's hard...as long as Seventh Prince's illness can get better, this is nothing at all." Seeing that he seemed terribly cold, Nu Sang'er hurriedly tucked the thin blanket around him even tighter, trying her best to warm him up, but how could that thin blanket withstand the chill of the autumn night? The wind outside was blowing even faster, carrying a damp chill, and it seemed as if another torrential rain was brewing.

She looked worriedly at the howling wind outside, biting her lip tightly, secretly pondering whether she should go to ask Yelü Gonglin again tomorrow, even though he had kept his 'promise'. Yelü Xuanyun had him seen by the imperial physician and released him from his cage, but then imprisoned him in this small, dilapidated wooden hut, leaving him to suffer from the wind and the cold at night.

His body was already weak; if he continued like this… he feared… his life would truly be in danger.

“Don’t go.” Yelü Xuanyun seemed to see through her thoughts, suddenly gripping her hand tightly, his gaze fixed on her as he slowly shook his head, saying, “Don’t suffer his humiliation for my sake. Seeing you being abused by him would only make me feel worse than death.”

Nu Sang’er looked at the suppressed pity and tenderness in his clear eyes, her brows furrowing, her nose tingling, her eyes reddening. She shook her head, holding back her tears, and whispered…

“Seventh Prince, you don’t need to worry. The Sixth Prince… he didn’t bully me… really didn’t… I… I’m

fine…” Yelü Xuanyun quietly looked at her tear-filled eyes, sighed softly, and slowly reached out to cover her cheek. His usual gentle and harmless smile was desolate in the dark night, making it unbearable to look at. “You shouldn’t have come back… you shouldn’t have come back… you shouldn’t have stayed with me, this useless cripple. Not only can I not protect you by my side, but I will only make you suffer more… Am I really useless? Heh… yes… in everyone’s eyes, I have always been a cripple, a completely useless cripple…”

“No, no,” Nu Sang’er couldn’t bear to see his desolate and decadent smile. She shook her head repeatedly with tears in her eyes, raised her hand to grasp his cold fingers that were touching her face, and said with red eyes, “Seventh Prince, you are the best man I have ever met in Liao… and the best man to me in Liao… to have met the Seventh Prince is… Sang’er’s blessing…”

"Sang'er? Is that your real name?" Yelü Xuanyun's eyes flickered slightly as he asked softly.

Nu Sang'er realized she had inadvertently revealed her name, but unsure how to explain, she blushed slightly and whispered,

"...This...is my nickname...Back in Song, they...all called me that..." "Sang'er, a very beautiful name..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled gently, his watery gaze silently watching her, like a clear stream flowing gently across her face. "From now on, I'll call you Sang'er too, okay?" "

...Yes, okay." Nu Sang'er paused, then nodded shyly.

"Then don't call me Seventh Prince anymore, just call me Xuanyun."

"This..."

"Promise me."

"...Okay..."

Nu Sang'er had just softly agreed when several knocks sounded at the door.

"Who could it be so late?" Nu Sang'er and Yelü Xuanyun exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat uneasy. Yelü Xuanyun pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Go open the door."

Nu Sang'er obeyed and opened the wooden door. Seeing who was outside, she paused, then her expression brightened with joy, "It's you!"

Yelü Xuanyun looked out through the open door and saw Chi Mu standing stiffly outside, carrying two brocade quilts. The dim shadows of the trees pressed down, obscuring his expression.

Chi Mu glanced at the man lying alone on the bed inside, then looked deeply at Nu Sang'er, cleared his throat, and said somewhat woodenly, "It looks like it's going to rain heavily tonight. I was worried your quilts were too thin, so I brought two more."

"That's wonderful!" Nu Sang'er took the brocade quilt from his hands, her eyes filled with even more joy as she turned to look at Yelü Xuanyun... "I was just worried that the quilt was too thin and wouldn't be able to keep out the cold night rain. With these two quilts, you shouldn't feel so cold tonight!"

Yelü Xuanyun smiled and nodded gently. His clear gaze fell on Chi Mu, who was bowing his head and remaining silent. He said softly and gently, "It's so cold outside, come in quickly."

Chi Mu suddenly raised his head, looking at the man whose expression was still as gentle as ever. A complex light flickered in his dark eyes, a light that contained regret, guilt, and many other things that were difficult to explain. After a long pause, he nodded hesitantly and said, "Thank you...Seventh Prince..."

Nu Sang'er didn't know anything about the matter between Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu. She just vaguely felt that the two of them were not as tacit and affectionate as before, as if they were both worried about something, and their expressions were much more distant than before. Although she had doubts, she didn't dare to ask too much. She just got up and poured Chi Mu a cup of tea, and asked with some doubt and some expectation, "Weren't you locked up in the prison before? Why did they suddenly release you? Did the princess and the others find evidence to clear your names?"

"No, the Sixth Prince only released me temporarily to come here and take care of you,"

Chi Mu shook his head, picked up the cup of water she had poured, took a sip, and for some reason, the usually bitter tea suddenly tasted incredibly sweet, prompting him to lower his head and take another sip. "Is he taking care of us, or monitoring us?" Yelü Xuanyun gave a cold, self-deprecating smile, his depressed gaze falling on the dark shadows of the trees outside the window. The wind outside was blowing harder, making his black hair fly wildly around his face, and a few raindrops began to fall through the window, splashing coldly on his handsome face.

Chi Mu's gaze darkened, his hand tightening its grip on the cup, remaining silent, only his handsome face turning slightly red. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a few words: "In this twilight of my life, I am ashamed of the Seventh Prince's kindness. In the next life, I will surely repay this kindness

by being his ox or horse." "Ashamed? Be his ox or horse in the next life? Repay?? Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahaha..." Yelü Xuanyun repeated his words over and over, then suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. The laughter was desolate and mournful, mixed with the deep pain and sorrow of being betrayed. The rain poured down even more heavily, soaking his entire light blue robe, but he sat motionless by the window, laughing to himself without flinching. His thin body trembled in the cold north wind like a dying leaf. One glance was enough to make one unable to bear looking any longer. "Chi Mu, stop talking!" Seeing Yelü Xuanyun's bitter and painful appearance, Nu Sang'er's heart ached as well. She glanced at Chi Mu with some resentment and confusion, then hurriedly moved closer to the soaking wet Yelü Xuanyun, tightly grasping his icy fingers, her eyes filled with heartache and fear. "Seventh Prince... Xuanyun... don't be like this... you got sick sitting here, please lie down, okay? You've only just recovered a little, don't think about anything, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side, you are not alone... you won't be alone... okay? Don't be like this... don't be like this... please..."

As Nu Sang'er spoke, she couldn't help but shed tears again. She choked as she held Yelü Xuanyun's fingers, and in that instant, she desperately wanted to give him all the warmth she had left, so that he wouldn't be left in that dark, endless abyss of despair.

Yelü Xuanyun looked at the crisscrossing tear tracks on her face, his eyes stinging with pain, but his expression gradually returned to calm. He squeezed her hand, raised it to wipe away her tears, and let Nu Sang'er help him lie back down on the bed. He smiled palely, "...Silly girl...don't worry...I'm fine...I just find it ridiculous..."

“…Mmm…” Nu Sang’er nodded tearfully, her fingers silently entwining around his, unwilling to let go for a long time.

“Chi Mu, you should go…” Yelü Xuanyun said lazily with her eyes closed, as if she had been utterly disappointed. She no longer looked at him. The raindrops outside fell more heavily and urgently, the incessant patter of rain echoing in the deathly silent room, leaving only a desolate chill.

“Yes…”

Chi Mu stood up with a look of guilt and pain in his eyes. His gaze paused for a moment, then slowly fell on Nu Sang’er. He spoke with difficulty, “Princess, could you please see me a few steps? I have something I want to say to you.”

The rain, like beads from a broken string, fell in torrents, its relentless torrent seeming to wash away all the filth of the world.

Beneath the dense shade of the trees, in a corner of the long corridor shrouded in the drizzling rain, Nu Sang'er stared in astonishment at the phoenix jade pendant gleaming with a pure white light in Chi Mu's hand. She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, staring blankly at the sharply defined man before her. "How do you have this jade pendant?! How do you have it?!"

A strange light flashed in Chi Mu's eyes, a light as sharp as a drawn sword, almost blinding. He stared intently into Nu Sang'er's eyes, his gaze unconsciously reddening slightly. "You do recognize this jade pendant. I remember it was a gift from my father when I was young, even though I've been away from the Song Kingdom for so long..." "I've forgotten so much, but I can never forget the scene when my father personally put this phoenix jade pendant on my head while I was still in the Song Kingdom. I thought I would never return to the Central Plains, nor would I ever meet my family again..."

Nu Sang'er listened blankly, her beautiful, clear eyes staring at him. After a long while, tears welled up in her eyes and fell one by one. She slowly released her hand from her mouth, her voice choked and trembling, "Brother...you...you really are my brother...?! I...I've finally found you...brother..."

“Sister…” Seeing that she recognized him, Chi Mu excitedly grabbed her arm and hugged her tightly, his eyes reddening even more. “If the Sixth Prince hadn’t told me everything, I would never have imagined that you were my long-lost sister. I thought you were all dead… I thought I would never see my family again in this life, I thought you were all dead… Fortunately… Heaven has finally allowed us to reunite. Don’t be afraid, with your brother here… I will fight with my life to protect you and help you get out of this hellish place…”

“Brother… Brother…” Nu Sang’er threw herself into his arms, smelling the unique scent emanating from him. For some reason, she felt a sense of peace, yet also a wave of grievance. Like a child, she nestled in his arms, crying sadly, “Brother… I finally found you… Do you know… Father… Father and Mother… are both dead… Father… His last wish before he died was to see you one last time… I finally helped them find you… Waaah… Brother… Brother… Do you know… how scared I was when I was alone…”

"Yes, we've finally reunited. I'll always be by your side to protect you and never let you suffer again." Chi Mu patted her back, gently coaxing her like a child.

"Brother..." Nu Sang'er seemed to remember something, suddenly raising her head and asking with tears in her eyes, "Why would the Sixth Prince be so kind as to let us recognize each other? Is it because of me that you sided with the Sixth Prince? Did he use this to threaten you?"

"...Hmm..." Chi Mu nodded sadly.

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er shook her head anxiously, saying, "You can't do this! You saw how heartbroken the Seventh Prince was just now. Why don't we go back and explain things to him?"

Chi Mu shook his head solemnly, saying seriously, "Absolutely not! Go back and pretend nothing happened. I didn't truly pledge allegiance to the Sixth Prince. I have my own plans. Just believe that no matter when or where, everything I do is for you and the Seventh Prince. Don't worry, I will definitely rescue you from here as soon as possible!"

"Hmm... alright... Sang'er will listen to her brother..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip and nodded, looking at the man opposite her with tender eyes, then added worriedly, "But you must be careful in everything you do, and you must stay alive!" "Yes

, don't worry. We finally recognized each other, I can't bear to die like this."

"Hmm..."

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Author's Note: Please leave comments! I feel so lonely without seeing your comments, hehe.

Chapter 146: An Indelible Barrier.

In the bamboo tavern, three well-dressed and handsome men were eating and drinking around a small table. Although all three were outstanding in appearance, their temperaments were like the three seasons: one was gentle and refined like spring water, one was dashing and charming like summer flowers, and the other had a frosty face, with only one dark eye peeking out from behind a gold and jade eye mask, his eyes sparkling like snowflakes.

At that time, the night was deep, but the tavern was still brightly lit. Scattered customers sat around, each with a beautiful woman beside them. Naturally, they were no exception.

The moonlight was enchanting, and the beauty smiled gently. The three of them had already drunk seven or eight wine jars empty, and their drunkenness was already showing.

"Have you drunk enough! When are you going to stop drinking?!" "With an angry shout, Luanxuan stormed in, both furious and resentful. When she saw Ye Fuge, his eyes glazed and face flushed, enjoying himself with two women on either side, she was even more enraged, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. She bit her lip, stomped her foot hard, and pointed at Ye Fuge's nose, yelling, "Ye Fuge!! You big bastard! You lied to me, saying you came to the tavern to gather information first, and told me to wait near the city gate, saying you'd definitely be back before dark!! You tricked me into starving and freezing there while you guys were drinking and having fun here!! You've gone too far!! "

Oh...right...we...how could we forget about her...it's really wrong of us..."

Ling Chunjian, already slumped on the table from drinking, looked at the furious Luan Xuan, lightly patted his head, and gave a blurry smile, his cheeks slightly flushed. His eyes, like pools of spring water, shimmered with a captivating light due to his intoxication, a light as ethereal as fireflies glowing in a mountain forest at midnight.

Luan Xuan, seeing his gaze, was completely stunned, her eyes glued to his face, to his eyes, her face filled with infatuation, unable to look away for a long time.

If it weren't for that annoying voice of someone else ringing out again, she probably would have stood there like that, dumbfounded, all night long.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. If you can't wait for us, just go back." Ye Fuge, heavily intoxicated, chuckled frivolously, reaching out to embrace the petite woman in his arms. He glanced at Luan Xuan with obvious disdain, then continued, seemingly undeterred, "And please stop drooling over my good brother. Our Chunjian would never fall for a spoiled princess like you. Stop daydreaming!"

"Isn't that right, Chunjian? Hahaha!" Whether he was genuinely drunk and blind, or deliberately feigning drunkenness to provoke her, Ye Fuge ignored her flushed face, raising an eyebrow, patting Ling Chunjian's arm, and asking with a self-assured, charming smile,

"Ye Fuge, you…!" ” 鸾萱气的正想要跳上去狠狠的将叶浮歌一脚踢翻在地，再骑在他身上狠狠地揍他一顿，但是看到叶浮歌这般问泠春涧，却又不由自主的也很想知道答案，。

看著泠春涧醉意阑珊的抬起头来，与叶浮歌对视了一眼，又将目光落在了自己的脸上，鸾萱心猛然间砰砰乱跳起来，她不自觉的紧张的蜷缩起手指，目光带著几分期盼，几分畏缩的回望著他。忐忑不安的傻傻等待起他的回答。

泠春涧春水潺潺的眸子缓缓忽闪了几下，朝著叶浮歌扬唇一笑，身子更加绵软的趴在桌子上，含醉不清的笑道，“浮歌，你果然是喝醉了……你这是打算把自己的夫人送人麽？”

Ye Fuge tossed back another cup of wine with a hearty laugh, waving his hand dismissively. He said with a generous smile, "As the saying goes, women are like clothes, and brothers are like limbs. Besides, this is a piece of clothing that I would rather discard than not. Chunjian, if you like it, just take it! However..."

He held up his wine cup, glanced at Luanxuan a few times, and then smiled mischievously, "However, I'm afraid you'll regret it to the point of despair later... Hahaha..."

Hearing this, Si Wumei, who had been sitting indifferently watching from the side, unsure whether she was sober or drunk, also raised her delicate, curved lips slightly and chuckled.

"Ye Fuge!! You!! You're asking for death!!!"

Even though Luanxuan had been holding back, she couldn't hold back any longer. With a furious shout, she kicked Ye Fuge hard off the chair. Before he could react, she straddled his back without any regard for his image and began punching him with her fists.

"Hey hey... What are you doing!! A gentleman uses words, not fists... Haven't you heard that... Ouch... Ah..."

"I don't care what gentleman or villain you are!! If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm not Yelü Luanxuan!!" Luanxuan was truly enraged, her fists striking him with increasing force, like falling jade beads.

The women who had been nestled beside them scattered in fear at the sight of this commotion. The other patrons in the tavern, seeing the fierce woman before them, also fled, fearing a glare from Luan Xuan. For a moment, only Ling Chunjian and Si Wumei remained, sitting calmly on the ground, leaning against each other, watching the spectacle unfold. Neither of them intervened.

"Hey, if you hit me again, I'll fight back!" Ye Fuge, slightly drunk, dodged her punches while shouting, "Go ahead!! You think I'm scared!! Ah... Ouch..." Before Luan Xuan could finish speaking, Ye Fuge suddenly twisted her wrist, gripped it tightly, and with a surge of internal force, pulled her off him and pinned her to the ground.

"Let me go!! Let me go!!! Get away from me!!" Luan Xuan lay on the ground, looking at the chest pressing down on her, and the captivating dark eyes on that dashing face... For some reason, she suddenly felt that this position was inexplicably strange, especially the hot breath from his red lips that were almost touching her cheek, the alluring taste mixed with strong liquor made her heart and body feel inexplicably hot.

The owner of those lips, as if bewitched, suddenly had a strange emotion flash across his eyes, and his thin lips pressed down on her pink, moist lips. Just as their lips were about to touch, Luanxuan's body jolted, and she pushed him away violently, her face flushed with embarrassment, and cried out, "Get away...you...what are you doing!! You...you...you're crazy..."

Her face flushed and her heart pounding, she turned to look at Ling Chunjian and Si Wumei, only to see the two of them drunkenly clinging to each other's shoulders, raising their wine jars to each other, not knowing whether they had seen the exciting scene just now.

Ye Fuge, who had been pushed to the ground, froze for a moment, then frowned and muttered something in dissatisfaction, something like "It's not like we haven't kissed before." Then, as if nothing had happened, he drunkenly crawled to the two men's side, picked up a wine jar, chuckled a few times, and began to gulp it down. Luan Xuan sat on the ground for a while, watching the three men drinking themselves into a stupor, oblivious to their surroundings. She couldn't help but think of Yelü Xuanyun, still imprisoned and in grave danger. Anxiety welled up in her heart again. She frowned deeply, her brows furrowed... Pushing them forcefully, she shouted, "You...you all stop drinking...wake up! Help me figure out how to find that little eunuch! If we keep delaying like this, Seventh Brother will really die!! Wake up!! Don't sleep, don't sleep!!"

Annoyed, Si Wumei impatiently flicked her wide, black brocade sleeve, her slightly drunken face radiating a frosty coldness: "He's just a Liao prince, whether he lives or dies, what does it have to do with us Song people! Song and Liao have been at war for years, who will save those innocent souls who died unjustly under your Khitan swords?!"

"Well said! Well said!! I agree!!!" Ye Fuge, eyes closed, leaned languidly on Ling Chunjian's shoulder, saying, "Anyway, I've already tried to catch him. If I haven't, there's nothing I can do. Let fate decide."

Ling Chunjian chuckled, his head resting on Si Wumei's back. His voice, like a deep valley, carried a chilling indifference, like the first melting snow of spring: "Since ancient times, the most ruthless are those in imperial families. Struggle for power is inevitable. The Liao people have always loved killing. Perhaps this is his fate. It can't be forced. Princess, you should just let nature take its course..."

Luan Xuan listened blankly, a wave of chilling cold washing over her. She stared at them in disbelief, a sharp pain rising in her heart, a feeling she couldn't suppress, whether of grievance or anger, bringing tears to her eyes. Her face flushed red, and she abruptly stood up, biting her lip and glaring at them hatefully. Tears welled in her eyes as she cried out, "So you all despise us Khitans from the bottom of your hearts!! You...you've gone too far!! How could you...how could you think like that! Not every Khitan is so bad, so bloodthirsty, so deserving of death!! My seventh brother is a good man, a good man!! Waaah...you've gone too far...too far..."

The three men on the ground remained motionless, lying there listlessly as if drunk, showing no reaction whatsoever. Luanxuan, tears still in her eyes, angrily flung her colorful butterfly sleeves, as if she no longer wanted to stay by their side for even a moment longer, and quickly ran out of the tavern, wiping away her tears.

The cold night was silent, the moonlight hidden among the clouds,

only a few cold stars twinkled in the sky, their mottled reflections shimmering like silver stars in the dark lake. By the dark lakeside, the shadows of trees swayed, and occasionally a few sobs and cries drifted softly from the lakeside. Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew across the lake, carrying the scent of a hundred flowers! The fragrance spread silently in the still night. "Who bullied my little darling? Why are you hiding here crying so sadly?" A

girl in a colorful long dress curled up, her small body raised, her face wet with tears. Looking at the man in dark blue robes approaching with a smile, she felt even more wronged and heartbroken, tears streaming down her face. She threw herself into his arms, sobbing, "...Dongxiaozi...Dongxiaozi...Waaah...They're all bad people...all bad people...I thought...no matter what...we were friends...but it turns out...it turns out in their hearts...they never liked us Khitans...they always looked down on us...We're not as bad as they say...we don't like war either...if it weren't for survival...we wouldn't have started a war..."

Dongxiaozi comforted her, gently patting her back. His long, elegant fingers stroked her black hair, his gaze enigmatic and cold. He sighed softly, his voice cool, "Silly girl, these Central Plains people are inherently cunning and suspicious, skilled in manipulation..." "They're always driven by self-interest, so how could they genuinely befriend anyone? You... you shouldn't have gotten so involved with them, much less develop feelings for them."

Luanxuan wiped away her tears with her sleeve, her gaze confused as she looked up at the alluring man before her. "But... but... sometimes I feel they're very kind to me... but... they all hate the Khitans so much... I can't tell... I can't tell... which of their words are true... which are false... are we destined to always be in this antagonistic relationship with them, the Central Plains people?"

Dong Xiaozi smiled coldly, gently stroking her cheek as if giving a lecture, his gaze unfathomable. "Remember what I said. For them, the Central Plains people can fake anything, especially feelings. They're masters of lying, and their favorite pastime is deceiving and exploiting others' feelings, especially women's. If you don't want to get hurt, if you don't want to regret it, you should keep your heart away from those men, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

"...But...why would they fake it..." Luanxuan bit her lip, bewildered, thinking of the deep affection and sorrow in Ling Chunjian's clear, innocent eyes, and shook her head in disbelief, "...No...I believe they also have genuine feelings...it's not all fake...When he shed tears for his deceased wife, he was so sad, so pained...how could it be fake?!"

"

That's the brilliance of those Central Plains people," Dong Xiaozi smiled contemptuously, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, his gaze like starlight reflected in a cold midnight pool, cold and dim. "When truth is taken for falsehood, truth becomes falsehood; when falsehood is taken for truth, falsehood becomes truth. Perhaps you don't understand now, but one day, you will."

"Sigh... never mind... don't think about these things anymore..." Luanxuan shook her head drowsily, clutching Dongxiaozi's hand, her eyes pleading, "Dongxiaozi, they won't help me, but you will, right? You will definitely help me save Seventh Brother's life, won't you?"

Dongxiaozi smiled elegantly and gently, pinching her chubby cheek, his expression ambiguous, "Of course, I can't bear to see my little darling crying so sadly here alone in the middle of the night."

'Great! It's a deal!' Luanxuan's eyes lit up, she rubbed her face against his chest, her tears turning into a smile, quite moved, "Dongxiaozi, you're the best to me!!"

Dongxiaozi pinched her cheek hard, his smile as beautiful as a night-blooming cereus... "Of course! You brat, you only just realized that now!"

"Ouch, that hurts!" "Luanxuan cried out in pain as he pinched her, but quickly rubbed her cheek and looked at him with a bright

, innocent smile. Dongxiaozi's heart fluttered at her pure smile. He gently stroked her slightly red cheek and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt. Just kidding," Luanxuan playfully stuck out her tongue and giggled. Dongxiaozi

stared at her blankly for a moment, then suddenly lowered his gaze, a familiar smile spreading across his face. He said, "Girl, I'll do you a favor. Can you answer one question truthfully?"

"Yes, go ahead. I'll tell you everything I know!" Luanxuan readily nodded in agreement. Dongxiaozi's gaze deepened, and he tentatively asked, "...Um...King Liao...he...is he really still unconscious? Or is this just a ruse?"

Luanxuan answered frankly, "Of course it's true!" "His Majesty is truly in a coma. Not only does Consort Mei stay by his side every day, but she also kneels and prays to the gods whenever she has a spare moment, hoping his Majesty will wake up quickly. My eldest brother is also very worried… he's lost a lot of weight these days!"

"Then…" Dong Xiaozi's eyes flickered, and he pressed on, "Who is currently wielding absolute power in the Liao Kingdom? Is it the eldest prince?"

Luan Xuan pouted unhappily, her little face showing indignation, "Originally, it should be my eldest brother who oversees all affairs of state, but… in reality, it's my sixth brother who has seized power. Everything, big and small, in the court is decided by my sixth brother!"

She thought for a moment, her expression becoming even more indignant, "He even imprisoned me for several days a few days ago! It's utterly despicable!" "

Dong Xiaozi pondered for a moment, then asked with a seemingly unintentional smile, "It's truly a pity for our Xuan'er, but... with such a major incident and chaos in the Liao palace, why isn't your Fifth Imperial Uncle returning? Doesn't he care about this turmoil?"

Luan Xuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then frowned and said, "I also find it strange... My eldest brother said he had written to Fifth Imperial Uncle about Sixth Imperial Brother's monopolization of power, but Fifth Imperial Uncle hasn't come to the palace yet... We're also very confused..."

"Hehe, I see..." Dong Xiaozi nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the inky black sky, put his arm around her shoulder, and smiled gently with captivating eyes, "Alright, it's getting late, I'll take you back to the palace to rest."

Chapter 147 Why Do You Hate Me So Much?

"The rain has stopped outside, hasn't it..." After finishing the last mouthful of rice porridge, Yelü Xuanyun weakly lay back down on the bed. His clear eyes glanced at the slightly damp golden shadows of the trees outside the window, his voice weak and muffled. Nu Sang'er wiped his mouth with her embroidered handkerchief, glanced out the window, and smiled gently. "Hmm, when I brought the porridge in just now, it was only dripping, but now it seems to have stopped."

She noticed he was staring out the window, lost in thought. After a moment's thought, she said, "How about I push you around in the courtyard for a bit later?" "Although this courtyard isn't large, it's quite elegant and tranquil upon closer inspection. The air outside is also fresh now; breathing in some fresh air might be good for your health,"

Yelü Xuanyun said, her clear eyes crinkling as she looked out the window and nodded with a smile, "Okay."

"Hmm, I'll go see if Zi'er has brought the medicine yet," Nu Sang'er said, stepping towards the door. Upon reaching the courtyard, she saw a beautiful woman carrying a steaming bowl of medicine.

Seeing this, she quickly went to greet her, taking the bowl and smiling gently, "Thank you for your trouble."

"Of course I am! Bringing you medicine every day is so annoying!" The palace maid gave a haughty snort, glared at her arrogantly, and turned away quickly with a look of disgust. Nu Sang'er seemed to be used to their attitude and didn't care. She simply shook her head and walked back with the medicine bowl. Just as she was about to step over the threshold and go back to her room, she heard someone behind her say, "Stop."

Nu Sang'er's hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly trembled, her eyes filled with panic as she bit her lip tightly, not daring to turn around.

"You don't even bow to this prince?" "How did you learn such manners? Turn around!" The man behind her seemed to see right through her, coldly commanding from behind her like a persistent ghost. Nu Sang'er had no choice but to bite the bullet, turn around with the medicine bowl in her hand, bow to the man, and whisper, "Yu Luo... greets the Sixth Prince... pays respects to the Sixth Prince."

Yelü Gonglin raised an eyebrow, his handsome brows filled with a cold and evil aura. He glanced at the medicine bowl in her hand and asked seemingly casually, "Is this medicine for the Seventh Prince?" “

Yes,” Nusang’er replied uneasily in a low voice, unsure of his true intentions.

“Hehe, just as I thought, good, good,” Yelü Gonglin nodded with a gentle smile, his handsome profile slightly tilted back as he gave a signal to a guard behind him.

The guard, understanding, stepped forward, snatched the medicine bowl from her hand with a stern face, and respectfully returned it to Yelü Gonglin.

“You… what are you doing?!” "Nusang'er's heart skipped a beat, and she called out to them. When she saw the familiar, malicious smile slowly curving up on Yelü Gonglin's lips, a strong sense of unease made her face turn pale. Sure enough, Yelü Gonglin's smile became even more wicked, his brownish-yellow eyes cunning and sinister in the sunlight. He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil from the flowerbed, smiling knowingly. "Nothing much, it's just that this medicine is too bitter. I'm afraid my seventh brother is too delicate to bear the bitterness, so I wanted to add some supplements for him."

As he spoke, he placed his hand, which was holding a large handful of soil, over the medicine bowl, slowly releasing his fingers. The dirty soil drifted into the still steaming bowl.

"You...!" Nusang'er frowned, anxiously trying to stop him, but her wrist was tightly gripped by another guard, leaving her rooted to the spot. As if one handful wasn't enough, he bent down and grabbed two more handfuls, throwing them all into the medicine bowl.

"Tsk tsk, this way the medicine won't be so bitter." Yelü Gonglin looked at the medicine soup in front of him, which had become even more turbid, and nodded in satisfaction. His gaze turned venomous as he looked at the man on the broken bed in the room. He smiled insincerely, feigning friendliness, and said, "Don't you think so, my good brother?!" As he asked with a friendly smile, he took the medicine soup from the guard's hand and walked gracefully toward Yelü Xuanyun. Yelü Xuanyun glanced at the medicine bowl in his hand with indifference, his eyes cold and silent, as if he had seen and heard nothing.

Yelü Gonglin deliberately raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming even more exquisite and captivating. "I personally prepared this medicine for you, so you must give me face and drink it all up. Look at you, such a grown man, still acting like a child. Since you don't want to do it yourself, then your royal brother will have someone feed you..."

Hearing this, a strange glint flashed in Yelü Xuanyun's misty eyes. He looked at his so-called brother with disbelief, a barely perceptible pain crossing his face, but it quickly disappeared beneath his pale, indifferent expression. He remained motionless and silent, only closing his eyes more wearily, his desolate face bearing the unique arrogance and coldness of royalty.

"No...you can't..." Nu Sang'er, seeing Yelü Gonglin's evil and chilling gaze, felt a chill run down her spine. She already guessed what he was going to do. A chill ran through her heart, and she struggled, crying out... "Sixth Prince...no...Seventh Prince is very weak...you mustn't..."

Yelü Gonglin ignored Nusang'er's pleas. Looking at Yelü Xuanyun's aloof and self-assured expression, as if nothing could move him, Yelü Gonglin's fake smile vanished, and a cold rage flashed in his narrow eyes. He loudly ordered the guards behind him,

"What are you standing there for? Serve the Seventh Prince his medicine!" The guard glanced at the dark, dusty medicine, then at Yelü Xuanyun, a hint of

fear flashing across his face. But a fierce glare from Yelü Gonglin silenced him. He steeled himself, took the bowl, and without a word, raised his thick arm, forcefully gripping Yelü Xuanyun's sharp chin, prying open his lips and relentlessly pouring the entire bowl of medicine down his throat.

Although Yelü Xuanyun hadn't been favored since childhood, he was still a prince. While the servants didn't pay him much attention, they dared not be too disrespectful. Now, faced with such rudeness and insult, even the gentle and unassuming Yelü Xuanyun could not bear it. He stubbornly pursed his lips, struggling, his face ashen. "Cough..." "...Cough...Let go...Let go...Let go...Cough...Cough..."

The anger and humiliation in his heart, along with the bitter and strange taste in his mouth, caused waves of pain in his chest. The tearing pain in his heart made it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his face was deathly pale.

The black medicine mixed with dirt dripped down his lips, splashing onto his snow-white clothes, leaving streaks of grayish-black water. "Seventh Prince...Xuanyun...Let him go...Let him go...He's in so much pain..." Nu Sang'er cried and shouted, her eyes red, trying desperately to break free from the strong man's hold. But after only a few steps, she was pulled back by the strong man and pressed to the spot.

"He's sick... You can't do this to her... Let him go... Don't give him any more... Please, please don't give him any more..."

Suddenly, the jarring sound of a porcelain bowl shattering on the floor echoed in the room. Yelü Xuanyun, who had struggled free, lay face down on the bed, coughing and gagging incessantly. His handsome face was ashen, like that of a dead man. With several violent coughs, large mouthfuls of bright red blood gushed from his mouth, staining his clothes and mixing with the dark marks on his garments, creating a gruesome and tragic sight. "Seventh Prince!! Seventh Prince!! Let me go!! Let me go!!!!" Nu Sang'er stared at the glaring red stains before her, her face turning deathly pale. She frowned, biting the burly man's hand hard. Taking advantage of his momentary release, she rushed to Yelü Xuanyun's side, frantically wiping away the blood trickling from his mouth with her sleeve. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, "Seventh Prince...Seventh Prince...you can't be hurt...don't scare me...please call the imperial physician...call...the imperial physician...come..."

Yelü Xuanyun closed his eyes, patting her hand reassuringly. He smiled weakly and said slowly, "Don't worry, I'm fine...I'm not that easy to kill, and..."

He paused, looking up at Yelü Gonglin, a desolate smile playing on his blood-stained lips, "And...Sixth Brother doesn't want me to die before he's humiliated me enough, does he?" "

Heh, that's natural." Yelü Gonglin smirked coldly, his eyes shimmering with an unreadable light.

Yelü Xuanyun chuckled sadly a few times, raising his head with a desolate gaze, and asked, "What is it all for? What is it all for that makes you hate me so much?"

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Author's Note: Next chapter: Stew some meat and eat some more

Chapter 148 The Mad Man (Abusive, Limited)

Yelü Xuanyun chuckled sadly a few times, raising his head with a desolate gaze, and asked, "What is it all for? What is it all for that makes you hate me so much?"

"So you've finally asked me?" Yelü Gonglin suddenly burst into wild laughter, his expression extremely arrogant and fierce. As the laughter subsided, he suddenly grabbed his blood-stained collar, his dark and sinister eyes glaring fiercely at him, his voice cold and deep: "What a pity, what a pity, although you are interested in listening, I am not interested in telling you!" He looked at Yelü

Xuanyun's stunned expression, his own pleasure seemingly growing. He released his grip on Yelü Xuanyun's clothes, shoved him hard, and turned to laugh loudly again. The wicked, unrestrained laughter echoed in the dilapidated wooden house, creating an eerie atmosphere.

Yelü Xuanyun lay prostrate on the bed like an ant, his disheveled hair hanging haphazardly across his face, appearing utterly颓废 and dejected.

He gasped for breath, clutching his chest, and coughed up blood twice. Before Nusang'er could wipe the blood from his lips, his head lolled to the side, and he collapsed unconscious onto Nusang'er's shoulder.

"Seventh Prince… Seventh Prince… Xuanyun… Xuanyun!!" Nu Sang'er's heart trembled. She hurriedly reached out and cupped his face, calling out anxiously. Looking at the man standing before them, whose face and heart were as cold and ruthless as stone, tears streamed down her face. She cried out, "Quickly, go and find the imperial physician! Go and find the imperial physician!" "Seventh Prince...Seventh Prince, wake up..."

Yelü Gonglin stood motionless, looking on indifferently, coldly watching them.

Seeing this, the frantic Nusang'er threw herself at him, clutching his sky-blue robes, tears streaming down her face, pleading, "Sixth Prince...I beg you...please call the imperial physician to see him...I beg you...I beg you...I beg you...save him...I beg you..."

"I will call the imperial physician, but not now..." Yelü Gonglin lifted her chin, scrutinizing her face, his sinister gaze casually revealing lewd intent. “What I want to do most right now is something else entirely.”

Nu Sang’er froze, her fingers feeling as if they had been stabbed hard. She abruptly released his robe, shaking her head frantically and backing away in a panic. “No… I don’t want to… I don’t want to…”

Yelü Gonglin chuckled, his gaze filled with an all-powerful contempt. “Whether you want to or not is not up to you.”

With that, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms like a chick, lifting her horizontally. He narrowed his eyes, surveying the dilapidated wooden house, and said with a disdainful, wicked smile, “It’s more comfortable doing it outside. Let’s go outside and have some fun.”

"No...I don't want to...Let me go!! Let me go!!! Let me go!! You're a beast...you're a beast!!" Nu Sang'er cried and struggled violently in his arms, but her raised fists hitting his chest were like cotton, having no effect whatsoever.

Soon, he stripped her naked and threw her onto the haystack outside. The three guards stood by, silently and somewhat lewdly watching the scene unfold before them.

"...No...don't come any closer...don't come any closer...don't come any closer!!!"

Nu Sang'er curled up, tears streaming down her face, looking fearfully at the wolf-like man. She kept trying to inch backward, but the man quickly grabbed her ankle and pulled her down beneath him.

"Let me go...let me go...let me go...let me go..." Nu Sang'er cried even harder, her snowy buttocks, forced to kneel, swaying back and forth in panic.

"Tsk, so tempting,"

Yelü Gonglin chuckled confidently, forcefully lifting her buttocks and kneeling beneath her waist, pressing his enormous, terrifying member tightly against her pink lips. Ignoring her cries and struggles, he thrust his hips forward, brutally penetrating her, burying himself deep inside.

"Ah...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip and cried out in pain. The tearing pain of being penetrated without any lubrication made her body tremble uncontrollably, her small face turning pale with pain.

But the man ignored her, his large hand gripping her slender waist as she tried to break free, thrusting forcefully and relentlessly. His massive member repeatedly plunged deep into her flower-like opening, slamming against her delicate bud, forcing it open to receive his hard, burning head. "Ugh...ah...um..." she cried out, unable to bear it, shaking her head in agony. She felt he had penetrated to the deepest part of her, felt it could no longer hold his enormous size, yet the man behind her thrust even more fiercely into the narrower, deeper place. The knife-like pain made her bite her lip tightly, until it almost bled.

He forced that narrow, honeyed opening open, revealing the deepest, most delicate flower bud, and then thrust in hard again, withdrawing, drawing out juices, again and again, slowly and forcefully, until she was driven to the point of unbearable begging. Only then would he increase his speed and force, thrusting heavily to the top and pumping rapidly. "Mmm, so tight, it feels so good,"

he said, using his thumb to pry open her labia, forcefully pulling them apart, his eyes lowered as he watched his thick, large member slowly sink into that narrow, moist crevice. With a lewd laugh, he exclaimed, "This is truly fascinating to watch! It's just a pity my brother is currently unconscious in bed, missing out on such a beautiful scene. Next time, we'll personally engage in intercourse with him to show him, what do you say, hmm?"

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er's delicate and beautiful face turned even paler. Her eyes red and wet, she struggled, choking back sobs, crying out, "How could you treat your brother like this? What difference is there between you and an animal... You're an animal, you're an animal!!"

Yelü Gonglin smiled coldly, his lower body punishingly thrusting deep inside her... He thrust deeply, ignoring the strain on her flower-like opening stretched to its limit, relentlessly pounding into her snow-white thighs like a pile driver. Watching her cry out even louder, her small body trembling like a leaf in the wind, he smiled vengefully, grabbing her chin tightly, his voice cold and wicked, "So what if I'm a beast? You're being played with by this beast right now, aren't you just like me? You'd better scream even louder, wake him up so he can see how you're being played with by a beast!"

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

Before she could answer, the thrusts beneath her suddenly became faster and rougher, each one feeling like it was tearing her apart. Each heavy pounding made her arch her back in pain, tears of sorrow and helplessness silently streaming down her face. His violently thrusting member reached the very bottom of her secret passage with every stroke. Her most sensitive spot was being assaulted, causing her to shake her head, crying and moaning incessantly. Her delicate body trembled and pleaded, unable to withstand the intense stimulation. His massive member had already rubbed and teased her flower-like opening until it was flushed and incredibly wet. His rapid thrusts churned the clear fluid into white foam, which flowed onto their rubbing genitals in a scene of sensual and wanton intimacy.

Hearing her desperate and helpless cries, Yelü Gonglin became even more excited, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac. In the setting sun, his brown-yellow phoenix eyes were now tinged with a golden-red light by lust. He let out a low growl, kneaded her snowy buttocks heavily with his large hands, and then thrust into her again, his massive member pumping even more violently inside her.

"Ah... ooh... ooh... mmm... mmm... ah... mmm..." "So tight and tender, tastes so good."

Enjoying the ultimate pleasure that felt like he was being bitten off, he closed his eyes in extreme pleasure, tilting his head back to marvel at her narrowness and beauty. This Song woman's private parts were narrower than any other woman he had ever played with, and the pleasure was incomparable to any other woman.

The overwhelming pleasure excited him so much that he thrust and pounded wildly and savagely into her valley. Each thrust was deep and forceful, penetrating to the very root, as if he could never get enough. He lifted her snowy buttocks higher, making his throbbing member penetrate her even more intensely and wildly. "Ah...no...ooh...so deep...no more...no more...let me go...uh...no...it hurts...no more...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ooh..." The

unbearable pain and burning sensation made her shake her head and cry out. A torrent of pleasure swept over her, and her whole body convulsed from the orgasm. She knelt on the ground, shaking violently with the man's thrusts. He, however, showed no signs of fatigue, relentlessly plunging into her secret place. He forced his way into her cervix, pushing the head in, and then thrusting even deeper.

"Oh, you're sucking me so tight..." The man's cool voice was still thick with lust. Suddenly, Chao Ran opened his large hand and slammed it hard on her snowy buttocks, commanding with pleasure, "Tighter, tighter!"

A red handprint immediately appeared on her snowy buttocks. The burning pain made her shake her snowy buttocks and cry out, "...Ah...It hurts!!..."

"Hehe, does it hurt? You'll like it." He sneered, continuing to thrust intensely in her flower cave while slapping her two buttocks hard with each stroke. She tilted her head back and groaned, "Mmm, as expected, it only sucks me when you hit me, very good. Very good, just like that, suck me tight...Oh ah...So comfortable..."

The man cried out with pleasure as he slapped the woman's reddened snowy buttocks hard with each stroke. With each slap, her cave would spasm, and the flower cave, which was already so tight that it gripped him tightly, was even more intensely ecstatic. This spurred him to thrust and pound even more wildly into that swollen and inflamed flower-like opening...

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