[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter 149 Fearing the Meeting Was a Dream

The setting sun was like blood, sandstorms raged, and the biting wind was piercing. Beyond ten meters, sight was obscured, and sound was indistinguishable.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The sound of hooves approached from afar, leaving deep hoofprints in the desolate, bleak sand, only to be quickly filled in by the swirling sand. Under

the setting sun, a man galloped wildly between the towering, desolate mountains. Despite the swirling sand, he moved like the wind, unimpeded. The sand behind him billowed high, gleaming golden in the blood-red sunset, before gradually settling down.

The man on horseback was clad in military attire, his black hair flowing behind him, whipping in the wind. His handsome, rugged face was as cold as frost, and a hint of anxious burning flickered in his vast, distant eyes. The sharp crack of the whip echoed intermittently on the desolate mountain path.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the end of the mountain road. Not far away, a woman's urgent cry rang out from behind the man, "A-Zhuo, wait for me!! Wait for me!!"

Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's brows furrowed slightly, but he still pulled hard on the reins. The Akhal-Teke horse reared up and neighed, turning halfway around before stopping. He turned slightly to look at Wan Cai'er, who was riding up on her horse, panting heavily. His brows furrowed even more. "You don't need to stop me anymore. I must return to the capital!"

Wan Cai'er gasped for breath, her eyes filled with worry. "Your Highness, the Dowager Consort did that for your own good. You should listen to her and come back with me!"

"For my own good? She withheld the secret letter Xuanyun wrote to me, putting Xuanyun's life in danger and my brother still unconscious. Yet she wants me to stay away from the capital to protect myself and turn a blind eye to all this. I cannot do such a disloyal and unjust thing! Stop wasting your breath and go back now!"

After saying this, Yelü Zhuo turned around with a cold look in his eyes, raised his hand and flicked his whip. With a "crack," the Akhal-Teke horse neighed excitedly and rushed forward like an arrow.

As the man's figure was about to disappear into the twilight, Wan Cai'er suddenly cracked her whip, spurred her horse, and followed, shouting, "A-Zhuo... wait for me!!! I'll go back with you!!"

The twilight deepened, and on the desolate mountain path filled with gravel, the two galloped off again, one after the other, gradually disappearing into the distance, leaving only two deep hoofprints behind before vanishing without a trace...

Three days later,

deep within the Liao Kingdom's palace, in a secluded and dark courtyard. Night fell, and in the dilapidated wooden house, a single candle flickered, lonely and dim. Through the simple window, a thin, pale-faced man lay on the bed wrapped in a tattered quilt. Beside him sat a woman in pink, with a delicate face. The woman's eyes were filled with tears as she gently wiped his face with a handkerchief.

"Did the Seventh Prince rest well today?" Chi Mu entered the room with very light steps and asked with concern. "Although he woke up, he can't eat anything... He just took his medicine and fell into a deep sleep again..."

Nu Sang'er looked at the increasingly haggard face of the man on the bed, bit her lip tightly with worry, and raised her eyelids with red eyes to ask, "Haven't the princess and the others found any evidence yet? We only have ten days left... If we can't find a way to save the Seventh Prince, I'm really afraid he will..."

Nu Sang'er couldn't continue speaking. She didn't dare to cry too loudly, but covered her mouth with her hand, choking back sobs and tears.

Seeing her like this, Chi Mu's heart sank. Watching her cover her mouth, afraid to cry out, he couldn't help but recall that night when he returned, seeing her naked, curled up on a haystack, biting her hand and weeping uncontrollably. His heart ached terribly, burning like fire. He hated his own powerlessness and Yelü Gonglin's ruthlessness. "Sister... I'm sorry..." He tenderly embraced her shoulders, gently patting her back, his brow furrowed with guilt. "...It's my fault...it's my fault for not being able to protect you...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"Brother...Brother..." Nu Sang'er shook her head, sobbing through her tears, nestled in his arms. She felt so tired, so very tired...so tired that she just wanted to stay in his arms and never wake up again.

A gentle breeze blew into the room, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker and dim further.

"What are you doing?!" An angry voice, tinged with jealousy, boomed like thunder outside the room.

The deep, almost roaring voice startled both Nu Sang'er and Chi Mu. Nu Sang'er hurriedly raised her head, but froze, her gaze fixed on the man standing outside, unable to move an inch. "Why don't you answer? Didn't you hear me asking you?!" Yelü Zhuo frowned and shouted. He had originally intended to visit Yelü Xuanyun, but he hadn't expected to see Nu Sang'er here, let alone witness her and Chi Mu's ambiguous behavior. A surge of irritation and anger welled up inside him, and jealousy flared on his handsome face.

It was Chi Mu who reacted first, hurriedly kneeling and bowing, saying, "Chi Mu greets Fifth Prince. Just now, seeing Princess Yu Luo so worried about the Seventh Prince, I couldn't help but offer words of comfort. Our relationship is innocent; please, Fifth Prince, investigate!"

"Offering words of comfort justifies hugging and cuddling?" Yelü Zhuo's expression remained unfriendly, his dark, sharp eyes glaring fiercely at Chi Mu, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Nu Sang'er also came to her senses, withdrawing her dazed gaze, and explained urgently with tears in her eyes, "...We really have nothing going on, really nothing...you...you don't misunderstand..."

"Misunderstand? Is it always a misunderstanding?!" Yelü Zhuo's face darkened, his eyes widening, raising his voice as if about to explode, but the man on the bed frowned as if annoyed by the noise, coughing softly a few times. He was sleeping restlessly.

Yelü Zhuo glanced at the pale-faced man on the bed, barely suppressing his surging anger. He glared coldly at Chi Mu, ordered him to take good care of Yelü Xuanyun, then grabbed Nu Sang'er's wrist and roughly dragged her out.

Outside the small courtyard, in a secluded corner of the bamboo grove,

the bright moonlight surged in like a tide, illuminating the surrounding flowers and plants with a soft and tranquil hue. Nu Sang'er, tears welling up, stared blankly at the man glaring at her, at his long-lost, beautiful features, at the familiar aloofness and domineering gaze in his vast, distant eyes, at his mature and handsome face. She just kept looking, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him, having thought she would never see this face again. She would never see him again. Countless nights, she would weep silently, missing him, the tears seemingly endless…

She had so much to say, yet now that he stood before her, she couldn't utter a single word.

Yelü Zhuo, standing opposite her, couldn't understand her thoughts at all. His mind was filled with the image of her nestled in that man's arms, an image that was enough to drive him mad.

He coldly raised his hand and forcefully grabbed her chin, roaring with murderous intent in his eyes, "Who gave you permission to leave 'Dream Garden' without my consent?! Why are you so shameless? Do you enjoy throwing yourself at other men?! Is your body so wanton, so eager for men?! Do you even know what shame is?!"

"No...it's not like that..."

Nu Sang'er felt pain from his grip, but she didn't struggle. She just stared at him blankly, tears streaming down her face, and asked in a daze, "...Brother Zhuo, you're so angry...you still care about me, don't you? You still have Sang'er in your heart, don't you? You still love Sang'er, don't you?"

Yelü Zhuo's face stiffened. He released her hand with a stern expression, turned his head to the side, and said coldly, "Now I'm asking you a question, not the other way around."

The woman from Nusang seemed not to understand what he was saying. She simply stared into his deep, unfathomable black eyes, tears welling in her eyes, and asked foolishly, "Brother Zhuo, why won't you answer me? Do you still love Sang'er? Is Sang'er still in your heart? Or have you really fallen for that woman? You and her... are you really married?"

Seeing Yelü Zhuo frowning and remaining silent, his vast, dark eyes revealing no emotion, she bit her lip and lowered her eyes slightly. Her gaze, however, inadvertently fell on a uniquely shaped knot hanging from his golden-brown belt.

The knot was so unique, so unforgettable, that she remembered Yelü Xuanyun telling her that this knot was called the "Happiness Knot," a unique custom of the Khitan people. Married men and women would wear a "Happiness Knot" on their waists, symbolizing marital love, growing old together, and never being separated.

Seeing the glaring red knot around his waist, the burning passion and infatuation in her eyes gradually faded, turning to ashes that scattered coldly in her tears.

"Sang'er..."

Seeing her expression, Yelü Zhuo was startled. He guiltily covered the 'tie' with his hand and reached out his other hand to grab her, but she retreated like a frightened deer, her eyes red and swollen with fear. "...Don't touch me...So you really got married...You...You..."

She didn't want to say anything more, wiping away her tears, and turned to run back. But Yelü Zhuo was faster than her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace. He said in a deep voice, "Don't go!"

"Let me go, let me go!! I hate you! I hate you!!!! I hate you! I hate you!!! I hate you!!!"

Nu Sang'er felt a heart-wrenching pain, waves of suffocating agony making her cry uncontrollably. She struggled and screamed in his arms, and when she couldn't break free, she kicked and punched wildly like a wounded little female beast, tears streaming down her face. "I hate you! I hate you!! Waaah… Why are you doing this to me!! Why are you doing this to me!! I hate you! I hate you!! I hate you!! I never want to see you again!!! I don't want to see you again!!!! I hate you!!!!… Waaah…"

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Author's Note: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance! I'll write a sweet, smutty chapter tomorrow!

Chapter 150: Are you Brother Zhuo? (Limited)

The air was thick with the scent of musk, filling the room with a sultry fragrance. Deep pink curtains hung low, and the room was quiet except for the soft moans of a woman drifting from within.

In the hazy gauze curtains, a naked woman knelt on a pink brocade couch, her hands tightly bound to the headboard with red gauze, her eyes blindfolded with black gauze. Her delicate and lovely face was flushed with a captivating rouge. "No, no..." Blindfolded, Nu Sang'er twisted her waist, her face flushed with a rosy hue, shrouded in the torment of desire.

Behind her, a man's large hand was moving in and out between her thighs. Hearing her seductive moans, the man hooked his leg, spreading her fair legs even wider. His rough fingers caressed her already wet petals, tirelessly kneading them. "No...don't...you...who are you? Who...who are you?" Her vision was tightly veiled by a black gauze, preventing Nu Sang'er from seeing anything and from recognizing who was playing with her body.

The man's movements weren't rough, nor were they hasty, unlike Yelü Gonglin or Baili Xiaochi. Yet, his aura felt strangely familiar.

"..." The man behind her didn't speak, only easily restraining her writhing abdomen. Another finger slipped into her vulva, probing and teasing her wet petals. The ravaging fingers constantly elicited involuntary moans from her, the pressure on her labia making her moan with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"...Mmm...Mmm..." Suddenly, a scene flashed through Nu Sang'er's mind, lost in lust. She vaguely remembered that Yelü Zhuo had once blindfolded her in the village, pretending not to know her and teasing her. Could it be...the person behind her...

was Yelü Zhuo?

But last night, they had clearly had such a bad time. Thinking of the scene last night, and how he seemed annoyed by her in the end, leaving silently with a cold face, her heart still ached, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

The person behind her seemed to sense her distraction, and suddenly thrust hard into her narrow, tight flower, angrily pulling and squeezing the little pearl hidden deep within her petals.

"Ah... um..." The intense tingling pleasure and pain made her arch her back, moaning with a flushed face. She reflexively twisted her snowy buttocks, trying to squeeze her legs together, but the man's large hands pried her legs open again, lifting her waist and hips, his fingers repeatedly probing deep into her vagina. The passionate and intense teasing quickly made Nu Sang'er's hot body drenched in fragrant sweat, her tight vagina sucking tightly on his inserted fingers; he felt spasms and contractions coming from that tender vagina, and sighed softly in pleasure.

"Um... Brother Zhuo... is it you? You... um... are you Brother Zhuo...?" Nu Sang'er bit her lip, asking softly with a trace of fragile hope and some uncertainty. If the person behind her really was him, then she would willingly succumb to the tide of pleasure.

Because, for her, this treatment was a kind of comfort, at least proving that her Brother Zhuo had not completely given up on her, at least... he was still thinking of her. Even if this thought was utterly self-deceptive.

Although she was angry and resentful towards him for marrying another woman, last night, watching his back disappear into the dark night as if he would never return, the fear of losing him made her even more panicked and uneasy. She couldn't bear the days without him, really, really couldn't bear it... As long as I could be by your side, I really, really would be fine...

The man behind her paused, his voice slightly hoarse, "...Hmm..."

"You...you really are...Brother Zhuo?" Nu Sang'er's voice trembled. She shook her head, trying to shake off the black veil covering her eyes so she could see the person behind her clearly.

"Hmm, don't move...I'll take good care of you." His hot breath sprayed onto Nu Sang'er's petals, his fingers thrusting faster and faster into her flower cave without letting her think, causing Nu Sang'er to blush and cry out repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...but...why...why does your voice sound different than usual..." She frowned in confusion, her snowy buttocks swaying slightly with the man's rapid thrusting.

"...My throat is a little sore..." the man paused, answering in a muffled voice, watching Nu Sang'er's snowy buttocks sway wildly beneath him with his thrusts, a vibrant crimson staining her entire snow-white body. This caused his eyes to churn with desire, a crimson flame burning within them: "What a seductive little cunt!"

"...Hmm...so that's how it is...hmm..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip innocently, unable to bear the waves of tingling and itching within her flower-like opening, moaning softly, "...hmm...Brother Zhuo...slower...slower..."

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Author's Note: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! I hope everyone is always happy and fulfilled. Thank you for supporting Xiao Qian for so long. A little extra chapter will be posted tomorrow, hehe, Happy Holiday!!

Chapter 151 Do You Like It This Way (Limited)

"Do you want it?" the man asked seductively, his breath hot against her ear, his body igniting a blatant fire within her. "...Um...I want it..." A longing for affection, coupled with a sudden emptiness in her body, caused Nu Sang'er to abandon her dignity, her face flushed as she begged, "Brother Zhuo...give it to me..."

"Want it that much?" A rough hand stroked her pointed chin, the man's hoarse and somewhat wicked laughter ringing in her ears. His fingers pinched her erect, bright red nipples hard. "Then lift your little ass and beg me to love you..."

"...Mmm...please...I...please...please come in quickly..." She writhed uncontrollably, feeling like she was being driven mad by desire, but the man continued to play with her unhurriedly. Finally, with tears welling in her eyes, she humbly complied with his request, her cheeks flushed as she raised her round, pert buttocks, pleading softly and shyly, "...Mmm...please take me...mmm...I want..."

"Then I will grant your wish."

A few rough laughs came from the man's ears, and then he gripped her firm, snowy buttocks tightly, his strong waist thrusting forward, quickly plunging his hot sword deep into Nusang'er's raised flower cave. The flower-like opening, stretched to its limit, contracted violently in an instant, gripping his massive member tightly without the slightest relaxation.

"Ah... um...!"

The tearing and swelling sensation of his hard member penetrating the deepest part of her opening in a flash caused Nu Sang'er to arch her back and scream, feeling the wet, smooth flesh of her opening gripping her. The man behind her also let out a deep sigh, then impatiently grabbed her snowy buttocks and began to move rapidly and wildly.

"Ah... so comfortable... um... ah... so tight... how can your body be so tempting?"

"Um... um... Zhuo... Zhuo brother..."

Nu Sang'er bit her lip, moaning brokenly, her swollen private parts contracting and relaxing shyly for him, her powerful hips repeatedly pushing his member into her body. He brought her wave after wave of peak pleasure, making her both enjoy his thrusts and somewhat unable to resist his fierceness.

"Do you know, I've been thinking of you...day and night...I long to hold you in my arms like this...to hold you like this forever...and never let go..."

His rough, hoarse voice carried a strange tenderness and deep affection in the fragrant air. Although his member was forcefully and repeatedly taking her place inside him, he frowned, as if still not satisfied. His fingers caressed her petals, and her sensitive opening quickly contracted. Her blindfolded body was more sensitive than ever before, easily reaching orgasm. His touch made her body tingle, and waves of irresistible currents surged through her lower abdomen.

"...Mmm...Brother Zhuo...you really have been thinking of me all this time? Is it true?...Mmm...ah..."

Nu Sang'er's face flushed red as she listened to the man's heartfelt confession in disbelief. Her heart was filled with surprise, joy, bittersweet emotions. So she wasn't just indulging in wishful thinking? So he really still cared about her, still loved her?

“Of course it’s true,” the man breathed heavily, his fingers lewdly stirring the tight opening, thrusting deep inside again and again. Feeling the flower-like opening contract uncontrollably, he arched his back, his member pounding forward repeatedly.

“Ah…mmm…ah…slower…mmm…slower…mmm…”

Nu Sang’er cried out seductively, her panting growing increasingly rapid. A torrent of spring water flowed endlessly from her opening, trickling down her snow-white thighs, winding into an alluring trail, stimulating the man’s member to swell even more, and stimulating his bloodshot eyes to thrust even more wildly inside her.

"Mmm...so good...your lower body is so wet..."

"Ah...Zhuo...Brother Zhuo...please...slower...um...Sang'er can't take it anymore..."

Nu Sang'er cried out softly with her eyes closed, her hands tightly gripping the rope wrapped around her wrists. Her soft breasts swayed violently in mid-air with the man's powerful thrusts. Her cheeks were flushed, and she shook her head and moaned repeatedly, seemingly unable to bear the wave after wave of pleasure coming from her lower body. A climax swept over her, and she fell into a passionate daze. Honey-like fluid kept seeping from her lower body, soaking his palms—

Nu Sang'er was extremely beautiful in the throes of orgasm, a beautiful blush spreading across her entire body. Watching Nu Sang'er's chest heaving violently with her panting, he felt an even more painful spasm in his lower abdomen, his burning desire seemingly impossible to extinguish.

"Do you like it? Do you like me doing this to you, hmm?"

He spread Nusang'er's legs wider, wrapped his arms around her waist, and forced her to sit deeply on his penis. Feeling her weak struggles and resistance, he gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting his hips forcefully, and once again, he thrust into her quickly and deeply. "Ah...it hurts...mmm..." Before the passion had subsided, she felt that huge thing penetrating her lower body again. It even pulsated in her swollen and red private parts with deeper and stronger force. She felt that thick, hot thing poking and pushing, as if it wanted to tear her apart completely.

"Tell me if you like it? Do you like it?" The man's hoarse, rough voice, as if bewitched, kept asking, his rough fingers kneading and pulling at her round, jade-like breasts, while his thick, hard member relentlessly expanded her tight, sensitive flower passage, stretching her delicate little hole to its limit time and time again, struggling to bear his erect and enormous member.

The hot, firm member continued to penetrate deeply, turning the initial pain into a tingling pleasure. Waves of pleasure crashed against her reason like waves, gradually making her abandon the feeling of humiliation and fall into a new kind of pleasure. Her lower body swayed with his rhythm, and in the hazy state of desire, she heard her own shameless moans, "I like... umm... ah... I like it... Sang'er... I like it..." A

continuous stream of nectar flowed out, soaking both of their lower bodies, the tight inner walls tightly enveloping his huge member.

A slow smile spread across the man's stiff face as he pulled her pink legs wider to allow for deeper penetration. His large hands caressed Ningxue's full, round breasts, kneading and playing with them, his long fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples, making them harder in his hands, yearning for more of his caresses.

"Mmm...ah..." Nusang'er couldn't help but moan softly, her lotus-like face flushed with a rosy glow, beautiful yet ethereal. One orgasm after another left Nusang'er nearly exhausted, unable to get the rest she craved. She bit her lip, pleading, "...Ah...ah...mmm...Brother Zhuo...I'm so tired...Can...can you stop...mmm..."

He wanted it for so long...

"No, I'm far from satisfied!" the man said domineeringly, gripping her slender waist tightly, thrusting even more violently into her soaked vulva.

"Ahhh... Zhuo... Zhuo... Hmm... Ahhh..."

Watching her lewd moans and her writhing like a snake beneath him, his unfathomable eyes deepened. In the darkness, only his rough, hoarse voice rang out steadily and firmly in the boundless darkness: "You are destined to be my woman, destined to be my only woman."

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Author's Note: Do you all think this Yelü Zhuo is a little different? ? ? ? Wow, a trap... o(∩＿∩)o～

Chapter 152 War is Imminent

Inside the magnificent palace,

a crisp sound startled everyone. A porcelain cup shattered on the ground, spilling steaming tea everywhere.

"Useless things! Get out, all of you get out!!"

The man's angry roar exploded like thunder, his brownish-yellow, sharp eyes blazing with fury, like a bloodthirsty beast.

The palace maid standing guard was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground with a thud and hurriedly began to clean up the debris. Sharp shards cut her delicate hands, but she did not dare to stop for a moment. She endured the pain, cleaned up the remains on the ground, and retreated in a panic.

"What has angered the Sixth Prince so much?" A deep, languid voice, penetrating the air, drifted in from outside the door. A tall, slender figure appeared before Yelü Gonglin as a long, dark red brocade robe swept across the threshold.

Yelü Gonglin glanced at the newcomer, but instead of rising, he slammed his fist on the table, his expression filled with rage. "I can't believe he's back! Consort Yong is utterly useless! She can't even control her own son! If I had known, I should have struck first, ensuring he never returned to the capital!"

Baili Xiaochi hesitated for a moment, his dark, alluring eyes coldly fixed on him. "I wonder what it is? The Sixth Prince now holds immense power. Even if he returns, what is there to fear?"

Yelü Gonglin frowned, his long fingers gripping the armrests of the silver chair, a hint of worry on his face. "Although we now hold power in the court, and those officials seem to be completely subservient to us..." "Yes, but as long as Father doesn't formally establish me as Crown Prince, the ministers below won't truly see me as King. I'm afraid their current subservience is merely a temporary measure. They're all waiting for Fifth Prince to return and take charge. If Fifth Prince really intends to punish me, I'm afraid... it won't be so easy to deal with!"

Baili Xiaochi narrowed his eyes and asked quietly, "If we were to truly clash and fight to the death, I wonder what chance the Sixth Prince has?"

Yelü Gonglin paused, frowned, and pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "Fifth Prince holds military power and enjoys the deep trust of the court elders. If we were to truly fight, we'd probably only have a 20-30% chance of winning..."

"Only a 20-30% chance?" Baili Xiaochi chuckled, seemingly unconvinced.

Yelü Gonglin paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to look directly at the arrogant man opposite him. He sneered, his gaze sharp as thorns. "Fifth Imperial Uncle is brave and agile on the battlefield, a master strategist. He is the number one warrior of our Great Liao Kingdom. From the moment he took to the battlefield, he has never suffered a defeat. Even you Western Xia people fear him. Do you really not know this?"

Baili Xiaochi chuckled wickedly, casually brushing aside the loose hair on his shoulder. His gaze was dark and unpredictable. "Indeed, I have heard many legends about Yelü Zhuo, but you have all forgotten one thing: even the greatest heroes have their weaknesses. By exploiting his flaws, we can turn this arrogant hero into a worthless piece of trash!"

"You already have a plan? How do you intend to deal with him?" Yelü Gonglin frowned, asking with some doubt.

"To deal with him first, we need to lure him away from here,"

Yelü Gonglin paused, then smiled coldly with a surprised look. "Are you joking? He just returned; how could he leave so easily again?!"

Baili Xiaochi smiled enigmatically, his gaze fixed on a white, unidentified flower outside the window. His voice was eerie and cold, like the cawing of a crow in the middle of the night. "If the two countries go to war, would your Liao Kingdom's 'God of War' sit idly by?"

Yelü Gonglin was stunned. Looking at the sinister light flowing in Baili Xiaochi's dark eyes, he suddenly seemed to understand. He raised his head and laughed heartily, patting Baili Xiaochi's shoulder and exclaiming, "Brilliant plan, brilliant plan!"

"...Sixth Prince, you flatter me."

Outside the Liao Kingdom palace, at the Bamboo Pavilion Tavern.

"Ah...yawn..." Ye Fuge slumped on the table, listlessly yawning forty-nine times. Si Wumei, sitting beside him, glanced at him with some disdain and said coldly, "Why do you look so half-dead? Are you not used to not having her by your side?"

Hearing this, Ling Chunjian took a sip of tea with an elegant demeanor and asked indifferently, "Is the princess still unwilling to talk to you? Is she still unwilling to go back to your place?"

"What a joke, would I be bored because she's not by my side?" Ye Fuge suddenly sat up straight, fanning himself with a self-assured air of elegance, and slammed a piece of paper on the table with a 'bang,' saying somewhat exasperatedly, "I'm just wondering what's gotten into this girl this time. She wrote me a 'divorce letter' written in gibberish, saying that since I despise the Khitans and consider them rude and shameful, she won't marry into that family anymore, and that we're now separated—all that nonsense about our marriage being over! Heaven knows, I've never considered us husband and wife, and I've never thought we were destined to be together! I wish she would stop bothering me and nagging in my ear!"

Si Wumei and Ling Chunjian glanced at the paper full of 'gibberish,' not bothering to figure out what it actually said, but simply exchanged a knowing, gloating smile.

"Let me tell you, don't laugh like it's none of your business," Ye Fuge snorted twice, shaking the 'divorce letter' covered in crooked scribbles in mid-air twice, and sneered, "She even cursed both of you! She said she was blind, that she mistook you for friends, but you always looked down on the Khitans, which disappointed her... Wait a minute..."

Si Wumei's dark eyes, tinged with frost, were emotionless, and she only gave a haughty snort, remaining noncommittal.

Ling Chunjian smiled faintly, her clear, dewy gaze lingering on the letter for a moment before she lowered her eyes and slowly said, "We both drank too much that day, and perhaps we really said some hurtful things. Whether we meant it sincerely or not, it must have hurt her. I think you should find a day to go and apologize to her and explain."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Ye Fuge's fox-like eyes widened, and she shook her head repeatedly as if avoiding a plague, refusing, "I finally had a couple of days of peace and quiet, and I don't want her to come back and bother me so soon. If you want to go, go apologize yourself."

Ling Chunjian shook her head and smiled helplessly, remaining silent for a moment.

As the three remained silent, they suddenly heard a loud cry from outside the tavern: "Sour tamarind plums!! Selling sour tamarind plums!! Ten for five coins!! Sweet and sour, come and buy!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Chunjian's expression shifted, a strange glint flashing in her eyes. She stood up and

said, "I'll go buy some sour tamarind plums." Without waiting for their reply, she walked towards the peddler selling sour tamarind plums.

Ye Fuge stared intently at his retreating figure for a long while before turning away. With a half-smile, she said to Si Wumei, "This Chunjian always buys some sour plums whenever he sees one being sold, but I never see him eat them."

Si Wumei also looked up at his figure, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I remember he said that his wife loved sour plums when she was alive. Perhaps he's buying them out of habit to remember his deceased wife."

"...Hehe, maybe..."

Ye Fuge smiled freely, picked up her wine cup, and drank another cup. Her cunning and clear gaze lingered meaningfully on his figure until she saw the man carrying a large pile of sour plums turning back towards them. Only then did she casually withdraw her gaze and drink her wine...

That night, behind a secluded rockery in the deep palace of the Liao Kingdom, voices murmured and whispered.

"Take this packet of powder. Remember to give it to the Prince of Liao three times a day. You must feed it to him personally. Also, there's a secret letter wrapped in this packet of tamarind plums. Read it when you get back." The man's voice was clear and cool, like the gentle flow of spring water, both warm and chilling.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go back if there's nothing else." Another voice belonged to a woman, but it was so cold it chilled one to the bone.

She gently raised her hand and took the packet of tamarind plums from the man. "Yu Lu..." Seeing her turn to leave, the man couldn't help but grab her arm and call her softly. His voice held a hint of suppressed longing. "Is there anything else, Young Master Ling?" Yu Lu's voice remained icy. "Or is there anything else you need?"

"Nothing..."

Ling Chunjian shook his head dejectedly, his voice even lower and softer, like falling petals in the midnight air. "I just feel you seem to have lost weight again. Are you unhappy in the palace?"

"Do you even care if I'm happy or not?" Yu Lu gave a self-deprecating laugh, turning her face away, her eyes filled with sorrow and hatred. "The only person you care about in your heart is your sister, whether she's alive or dead. Since you have no feelings for me, stop putting on this fake act!"

"I'm not..." Ling Chunjian's face paled, he gripped her arm tightly, trying in vain to explain something, "I really care about you... I care about you because you are you, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Heh, that sounds nice, but... I don't believe it!" Yu Lu turned her face away with hatred, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him resentfully, her voice hoarse as she pressed, "If you truly cared about me, if you liked me, why would you send me to this godforsaken place? To that old man's side? If my sister and I were switched? If my sister were still alive, would you also send her into the palace to be your mole? Would you give her to another man?!"

“…” Ling Chunjian was speechless, his face as pale as snow. The fingers on her arm slid down limply. After a long while, he whispered, “…I don’t know…”

“You don’t not know! You just dare not admit it!” Tears fell from Yu Lu’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve. As if a gust of wind had blown by, her wet face was now cold and dry. She looked directly at him and smiled coolly, “But don’t worry, I will still listen to you. I will feed that man this packet of powder as you require. Since I promised my sister that I would stay by your side to help you, I will never break my promise!”

Chapter 153 Suo Nuan

Afternoon, the sunlight was gentle.

Nu Sang'er leaned against the window, staring blankly at a bruise on her wrist. Her thoughts drifted like smoke back to the passionate night two days prior. The breathy, heart-pounding sounds and the sounds of their union still echoed in her ears, making her heart pound wildly. But after a moment of erratic beating, a desolate chill crept over her.

Two days had passed since that night, yet it felt like two years. Like wild grass, longing swirled and spread wildly within her, making her yearn again and again to run to the Zhuori Palace to see him, even just for a fleeting moment.

Was the feeling of missing someone always this bitter and painful, a yearning for unrequited love and the bitterness of separation?

"Ahem… what are you thinking about…" A soft voice, like drifting clouds, floated quietly behind her.

Nu Sang'er's gaze flickered, then she turned back to the man on the bed, who was already awake, lying on the pillow with a gentle smile.

"You're awake." Nu Sang'er quickly snapped out of her thoughts and gently helped him sit up against the headboard. She asked considerately, "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Yelü Xuanyun shook his head, his face pale, and asked with a smile, "No need, I don't have much of an appetite. What were you thinking about just now, so lost in thought?"

"...Nothing...nothing..." Nu Sang'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, biting her lip.

Seeing her silence, Yelü Xuanyun didn't press the matter. He simply turned his face slightly, squinting at the fiery red leaves outside the window, his expression serene and calm. Just then, an extremely excited voice rang out from outside the door, and a pink figure skipped and hopped in.

"Seventh Brother, I have great news to tell you!! Fantastic news!!"

Yelü Xuanyun looked at Luanxuan, whose face was beaming with joy, and his gaze softened as he asked, "What makes you so happy?"

"It's about you, Seventh Brother, of course!" Luanxuan, her voice brimming with delight, exclaimed, "Dongxiaozi and I finally found the little eunuch who witnessed the whole thing that night! He's currently being held in Dongxiaozi's residence, but he's injured and still a bit disoriented… But don't worry, Seventh Brother, the doctor examined him and said he's fine. He'll be better in a couple of days, and then I'll bring him to the palace as a witness. You'll soon be exonerated, Seventh Brother!"

"Really! That's wonderful!!" Nusang'er's expression also lit up with joy. She excitedly grabbed Luanxuan's hand, her smile sweet and clear, "That's wonderful! So Xuanyun will be alright soon, and he can move back to his old residence soon?!"

"Yes, that's right!" Luanxuan nodded innocently, her bright eyes crinkling as she tightly grasped Yelü Xuanyun's hand, tilting her head and saying sweetly, "I told you, Seventh Brother, you're so lucky, you won't die so easily!! I've been so exhausted lately! Seventh Brother, when you're feeling better, you have to treat me well!!"

"Hehe, definitely. Whatever you want, as long as Seventh Brother has it and can give it to you, I will definitely satisfy you," Yelü Xuanyun said gently, smiling calmly, but his voice was very serious and firm.

"Oh dear, there's only one thing I really want to see right now!" Luanxuan winked mischievously, grabbing Yelü Xuanyun's and Nusang'er's hands in each and placing them together, her eyes sparkling with a playful smile. "I just want to see Seventh Prince and Future Princess Consort get married! I haven't even had a proper drink of your wedding wine yet!"

Yelü Xuanyun paused for a moment, then chuckled, remaining silent. His gaze lingered on Nusang'er's face for a fleeting moment before subtly shifting away. "Future Princess Consort, why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you see Seventh Prince giving you a flirtatious look just now? Hehe." Luanxuan patted Nusang'er's hand, her eyes crinkling with a mischievous smile.

"..." Nu Sang'er paused, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head somewhat hesitantly, saying, "Princess, please don't tease me."

Luan Xuan rolled her eyes again, as if she had remembered something, and slapped her forehead, saying, "Oh, right, I made an appointment with Fifth Imperial Uncle today to take him to see that imprisoned eunuch. He should be here soon..."

As she spoke, her eyes lit up, and she pointed to the distance and laughed, "Look, what that Central Plains man said... 'Speak of the devil, and he appears'... It's really apt, he came as soon as you mentioned him!!"

After saying that, she stood up anxiously, cupped her hands into a megaphone shape, and waved her handkerchief at the people not far away, shouting, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, we're here!! Come quickly!"

Yelü Zhuo frowned slightly, displeased by her shouting, and strode towards them with a wooden face.

Nu Sang'er looked at Yelü Zhuo, her heart stirred, and her cheeks flushed even more. Her eyes, brimming with tears, gazed at the man approaching, her gaze full of tender affection, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Fifth Imperial Uncle!" Luan Xuan giggled and called out brightly, tilting her head back.

Yelü Zhuo nodded slightly, his face expressionless. He glanced at Nu Sang'er, his expression unchanged, and then turned to Yelü Xuanyun, asking, "Are you feeling better? Is your cough still bad?"

Yelü Xuanyun shook her head, smiling gently and calmly, "Thank you for your concern, Fifth Imperial Uncle. I'm much better now..."

"That's good." Yelü Zhuo nodded, thought for a moment, and then said solemnly, "If you need anything, just tell me. Now that I'm back, I won't let you suffer any more. I will definitely investigate the assassination attempt on my elder brother thoroughly and clear your name."

Yelü Xuanyun lowered her eyes and smiled, her dark, deep eyes like leaves after the rain, slightly moist, "...Xuanyun is truly incompetent... I've always caused you and my eldest brother so much worry... I've always caused you so much trouble... Even Luanxuan has been running around for my sake... I really don't know how to repay you..."

"Seventh Brother, what are you saying? We're family! Why are you being so formal!" Luanxuan frowned, feigning displeasure as she pouted in protest.

Yelü Zhuo gently patted her shoulder and said, "Xuan'er is right, we're family, there's no need to be so formal."

"Hehe, then Xuanyun will be eternally grateful." Yelü Xuanyun smiled, dramatically performing a 'grand bow' on the bed, her gentle and warm demeanor unforgettable.

Luanxuan chuckled, covering her mouth and giggling. Even Yelü Zhuo's mature and cold face softened slightly. He glanced at the sky and said, "Alright, stop fooling around. Xuan'er, let's go now."

"Okay!" Luanxuan nodded, smiled sweetly at Yelü Xuanyun, and turned to step out the door. Yelü Zhuo followed, his gaze never once glancing at Nu Sang'er.

Nu Sang'er watched them walk out one after the other, and couldn't help but follow. But when she reached the door, she stopped, her jade-like fingers gripping the door tightly, her watery eyes welling up with a moist, red mist.

"Xuan'er, wait a moment." A voice came from inside the room, neither too loud nor too soft, but clear enough for everyone to hear. "Take Yu Luo with you too. She's been cooped up here for too long. I'm afraid she'll get sick from it. Let's take this opportunity to get her out and relax."

Nu Sang'er trembled slightly. She turned to look at Yelü Xuanyun, only to see him smiling faintly at her. His smile was ethereal, yet it carried a wisdom and clarity that seemed to see right through her. No one could hide in his smile and gaze.

"Oh...I see...that's fine too," Luanxuan replied cheerfully, turned around and walked over, affectionately taking her arm, and said with a smile, "I was just finding Fifth Prince boring, having my future sister-in-law accompany me on this journey will be much more interesting!"

"This...but..." Although Nusang'er wanted to go, she frowned with some concern, "If we all leave, who will take care of Seventh Prince?"

"Don't worry about that, let Xuan'er's personal maid Zhu'er serve him," Yelü Xuanyun said indifferently, "Yes, that's right, Zhu'er is clever, lively and cute, with her around, Seventh Prince, you definitely won't be bored."

Luanxuan nodded repeatedly, ordered someone to call Zhu'er, and seeing that she was well taken care of, she, Yelü Zhuo and Nusang'er left the palace, got into the carriage, and sped off towards Dongxiaozi's 'Dongxian Pavilion'.

That day, when they arrived at Dongxian Pavilion, Dongxiaozi was dressed in red and painting inside the residence. Upon their arrival, he warmly and enthusiastically greeted them, immediately leading them to see the young eunuch. Although the eunuch's injuries had lessened and his mind had somewhat recovered, he still spoke haltingly and needed further rest.

After seeing the eunuch, Dongxiaozi hosted a banquet with music and dance in the pavilion, lavishly entertaining Yelü Zhuo. Dongxiaozi was always eloquent and adept at navigating social situations, and even though Yelü Zhuo was cold and taciturn, there was never a moment of awkward silence. Adding to the merriment was Luanxuan's laughter and chatter. Time flew by, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

Yelü Zhuo originally intended to take Luanxuan back to the palace with him, but Luanxuan feigned madness while drunk, stubbornly refusing to return to be with Ye Fuge. Yelü Zhuo was somewhat aware of her recent quarrel with Ye Fuge, so he didn't bother with her and simply took Nusang'er alone into the carriage, heading towards the palace.

The bright moon shone, and the night was deep as

the carriage sped through the quiet countryside. Inside the carriage sat a man and a woman, sitting very close together. However, the man's brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was as cold as ice. His mature and handsome face was bathed in the pale moonlight, casting a shadow.

Nu Sang'er looked at the man who hadn't uttered a single word to her since dawn, feeling both confused and uneasy. She couldn't understand why this man beside her had suddenly become so cold and aloof, so arrogant that he wouldn't even bother to glance at her. Just the night before, he had been so passionately holding her, whispering in her ear how much he loved her and how much he missed her.

Why, in the blink of an eye, did he seem like a completely different person, so distant and unfamiliar? So unfamiliar that it was as if he didn't even recognize her.

But no matter how much she reflected on herself, she couldn't understand what she had done wrong to displease him so much. Finally, unable to bear the suffocating silence any longer, she clutched her clothes to her chest and, as if afraid of the cold, softly called out to the man beside her, "Zhuo... Brother Zhuo..."

Yelü Zhuo's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he glanced at her indifferently, but remained silent.

Nu Sang'er paused, bit her lip, and slowly moved closer to him, her face flushed with shyness as she lowered her head and said, "...I...I feel...a little cold..." ( Chapter 154,

December 11th ) Seeing the man slowly turn his face, his dark eyes fixed on her, Nu Sang'er thought he hadn't heard her clearly. She blushed even more and lowered her head shyly, saying, "...Brother Zhuo...I...I...a little cold..." "Cold?" The man raised an eyebrow, finally responding, but the fleeting emotion in his dark eyes was unreadable, and the smile on his lips was ambiguous, neither joy nor anger. "Where are you cold? Are you cold?" Nu Sang'er glanced timidly at Yelü Zhuo's suddenly approaching handsome face. His cold, mature, yet captivating features were like a deep pool in the night, seemingly dangerous yet possessing an inexplicable power to bewitch, drawing one deeper and deeper into its quagmire. "...Um...yes..." Nu Sang'er bit her rosy lips again, her soft eyes gazing intently into his abyss-like pupils, her expression a mixture of longing and fear as she blushed and nodded gently. Yelü Zhuo stared at her silently, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. His unruly, ever-changing eyes flickered in the moonlight. Just as Nu Sang'er felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze and tried to shrink back, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the carriage. Half an incense stick later, under the frosty moonlight, by the secluded lake, a woman's soft moans and soft cries echoed. "Hurry up," a commanding voice rang out in the deep, clear voice across the wide lake. In the moonlit expanse, Yelü Zhuo leaned casually against a large rock, his piercing black eyes fixed on the boundless beauty before him. Following his gaze, they saw Nu Sang'er sitting naked and shivering on the dry, cool pebbles by the lake, her legs spread wide, exposing her most tender and delicate flower to the man's eyes. Her face flushed with shame under the moonlight. She bit her lip tightly, her slender white hands still forced to knead between her open, delicate flowers, probing intermittently into her moist opening, moving slightly in and out. "...Hmm...Can you stop?..." The slippery touch on her fingers made her feel so ashamed. Her eyes reddened as she looked up at the man on the shore, pleading for mercy. Her eyes were wet with tears. "Of course not," Yelü Zhuo refused domineeringly, his eyes narrowing dangerously like a majestic king, his tone laced with ruthlessness. "Didn't you say you were cold? Now that I've taught you how to warm yourself up, aren't you going to do it? Hurry up!" "..." Nu Sang'er trembled slightly, sobbing as she lowered her head, her red lips bitten until they turned pale. Unwilling to endure his deliberate humiliation any longer, she wiped away her tears and tried to stand up, but the man's threatening words rang in her ears, "If you don't listen to me, I'll throw all your clothes into the middle of the lake, leaving you to walk back naked!" Hearing this, Nu Sang'er froze. She looked at the man's unsmiling eyes in horror, choked back a sob of grievance, and slowly slid back to the ground, her face pale as tears streamed down her cheeks. "He's so impatient. He won't even please himself, how can he please me?" Yelü Zhuo gave a faint, indistinct smile, walked up to her, and whispered in her ear like a devil, "What it loves most is your heavy rubbing and gentle tugging. Try it."

Nu Sang'er didn't know why she was doing it. Perhaps it was the rare gentleness and coaxing in his tone that made her lose her senses for a moment, and she began to play with herself as he instructed. "Hmm... ah..." Unlike before, the pleasure of being rubbed and pulled there was very intense, making her unable to help but half-close her eyes, blushing and letting out a soft moan.

"Should I praise you for being teachable? It feels very intense, doesn't it?" Yelü Zhuo looked at her flushed face, his eyes deepening. His calloused, hot palm slowly pressed against the base of her snow-white thigh, his voice containing a hint of sarcasm, "Does it feel warmer now? Look, you've made yourself so wet."

His explicit words and hot breath aroused her even more, and strands of spring fluid flowed from between her tightly closed petals. Although she felt ashamed, she was powerless to resist.

"Spread your legs wider, let me see just how lewd you are?" the man said seductively, applying slight pressure to open her legs further, allowing him to see every detail of her. Her rosy vulva, rubbed open, was now blooming, the swollen petals opening and closing, releasing nectar that flowed down her buttocks from the small opening. Her alluring, seductive appearance both aroused his lust and fueled a strange fire within him. He couldn't resist the urge to ravage and play with her, to watch her helpless moans and cries, as if only then could he dispel the lingering unease in his heart.

"No... I don't want to see..." Nu Sang'er's snowy buttocks swayed with shame, the heat within her body causing a faint blush to rise.

"Now put your hand in yourself," he commanded expressionlessly.

Hearing his unyielding tone, she knew she couldn't resist. Trembling, she reached out a finger, her cheeks flushed, and slipped it into her flower-like opening, following the clear fluid. She was quickly startled by the heat and wetness inside.

"Ah..." Her face flushed pink, she bit her lip and cried out softly, like a peach blossom in spring, delicate and full of spring passion, making one want to cherish her. "Is one finger enough?" Looking at her writhing opening, Yelü Zhuo's voice held an unusual tenderness, his deep laughter echoing in the night... "Add another one, move it faster."

Nu Sang'er's eyelashes trembled, but she obediently added another finger. The two fingers slowly moved in and out of her tight opening, rubbing the sensitive petals, bringing intense pleasure. She couldn't help but moan softly, her body gradually controlled by desire. Her hand movements quickened, and the force unconsciously increased. But it still seemed insufficient. Even with two fingers added, it wasn't enough. Her body, nurtured by men's desires, seemed unable to withstand such unsatisfied caresses. She felt as if a fire was burning within her, gradually transforming into a terrifying fire beast that surged and struggled within her, trying to burst forth.

"Zhuo... Brother Zhuo... so hot... um... Zhuo... Brother Zhuo..." Nu Sang'er nestled limply in Yelü Zhuo's arms, restlessly rubbing against his chest, her eyes, brimming with desire, filled with longing.

However... Yelü Zhuo's expression remained unchanged. He merely gazed at her with an ambiguous smile, his dark eyes unfathomable. "Brother Zhuo...give me...give me...I...I want..." Seeing that the man wouldn't move and was only looking at her teasingly, she assumed he was still deliberately teasing her. So, she mustered her courage and took his burning hand, placing it on her snowy breasts, her eyes filled with seductive allure, letting out soft moans. "...Give it to me...Brother Zhuo...um..."

Yelü Zhuo, seeing her unusual behavior, felt a flicker of surprise. Given his naturally suspicious nature, he only gave a cold laugh, slowly withdrawing his hand and grabbing her chin. The slight curve of his lips held three parts mockery and seven parts coldness. "Sang'er, you're getting more and more interesting. Just two days ago you were crying, saying you wanted to sever all ties with me and never see me again. Today, you're suddenly throwing yourself at me like this, your body so wanton and wanton, seducing me. Tell me, are you so deeply in love with me that you don't even care about my marriage? Or..."

He paused, his grip on her chin tightening. He raised his voice, his tone slightly heavier, "Or do you have ulterior motives?"

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at him, seemingly unable to understand what he was saying. Only the pain in her chin intensified, becoming unbearable. She blinked blankly, stammering, "Brother Zhuo... what are you saying? Why don't I understand? Didn't you tell me the other night that you actually missed me and loved me? Didn't you say that if I... if I..."

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with tears, and she continued, "You said... if I... could be more proactive, would you like me more? You... don't you remember? You said... you like Sang'er... you love Sang'er..."

"When did I say such a thing?" Yelü Zhuo frowned, speaking coldly. Nu Sang'er paused, her gaze suddenly becoming urgent, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, you said it, you... you must have forgotten, but... you did say it..." Her face paled, a fragile pain flashing in her eyes. Yelü Zhuo listened to her somewhat incoherent words, but the more he listened, the less he understood. He stared at her silently for a while, then suddenly seemed to remember something and sneered, "Or are you doing this for Yelü Xuanyun? He deliberately brought you out with me to create an opportunity? You're worried about his safety, so you're deliberately getting so close to me, just to take advantage of our confusion and make me wholeheartedly help you, isn't that right? Your concern for him is truly touching..."

Nu Sang'er stared at him with her watery eyes, her face growing increasingly pale. She felt her body suddenly become extremely cold, so very cold. His eyes were like snow blades in the winter wind, chilling to the bone.

Tears streamed down her face without her realizing it. Her heart turned cold, and she pushed him away forcefully, tears welling in her eyes. She picked up her clothes from the ground, sobbing, and stood up as if she never wanted to be near him again. With a sullen face and without a word, she walked away into the distance. "Where are you going?" Yelü Zhuo noticed something was wrong with her expression. He grabbed her naked body and pulled her close. Under the moonlight, her face was already streaked with tears, making her look incredibly pitiful. Yelü Zhuo felt a pang of pain in his heart. He frowned uneasily and whispered, "Sang'er..."

"Let me go!! Let me go!! Don't touch me!! I don't want you to touch me!!" Nu Sang'er cried and struggled, as if she had reached the end of her rope. She struggled fiercely in his arms, her eyes filled with grievance and resentment as she cried out, "Yes, I had ulterior motives! I was promiscuous! Now that you know everything, why won't you let me go? Let me go, let me go!"

"You think you can just let me go like that? Who gave you permission to leave?!" Seeing her resolute cries, as if she truly intended to leave him completely at any moment, Yelü Zhuo felt a sudden panic. His tall frame pressed her down without warning, his voice low and menacing as he roared,

"Why won't you let me go! Why won't you let me go!! I hate you!! I despise you!! I despise you!!" Even pinned down, Nu Sang'er still struggled, kicking and thrashing about, tears streaming down her face.

She felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if she were dying. She couldn't understand why this man could be so deeply affectionate yet so heartless, changing so drastically in just a few days. When passionate, he was like a blazing fire, melting away everything around her; when heartless, he was like a block of ancient ice, cold and ruthless, capable of freezing everything in the world.

Her heart ached terribly, it ached so much, she was exhausted and in agony. When would this tearing pain stop? This pain felt like she was dying, it hurt so much…

“Just because I am a prince of Liao, and you are nothing but a lowly slave.”

Yelü Zhuo had originally intended to ease the tension, but seeing her stubborn resistance and her constant declarations of hating and resenting him, he felt annoyed. He spoke domineeringly, forcefully spreading her legs, and angrily said, "You think you can just leave after igniting my desire? Not so easy! If you have the courage to set the fire burning, you should be prepared to be consumed by it!"

With that, he gave her no further chance to resist. His large member pressed against her rapidly opening and closing petals, and with a thrust of his hips, his thick, long penis plunged deep into Mo Nian's body.

"...Ugh...Ah..." The pain, as if her lower body had been ripped in two, made Nu Sang'er cry out in tears, her heart growing even colder. Her snowy buttocks swayed resistingly in the night. So...to him, she was nothing more than a lowly slave, a despicable slave.

"Mmm...no...I don't want to...get out...no...ah..."

She cried, clutching the stone beneath her, her face pale with pain. She didn't want him to enter her without feeling anymore, didn't want him to possess her so brutally and ruthlessly. She didn't want to, never again! She

didn't want to be his puppet, trapped in his world where he could turn the world upside down.

Chapter 155 A Letter of Parting Sorrow (Limited)

"Mmm...sob...ah..." In the lake, the two figures remained entangled in the moonlight, accompanied by the woman's moans and low sobs.

"Stop crying!" Yelü Zhuo commanded domineeringly and roughly, spreading her legs apart and placing them on his waist. His hot, hard penis plunged into her body again and again, causing Nu Sang'er's slender and delicate body to heave.

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts...um..." Nu Sang'er choked back tears, shaking her head weakly. Soft moans escaped her pink lips, her trembling legs almost giving way, only held back by the man's grip on her buttocks to prevent her from slipping into the water.

Nu Sang'er felt her lower body filled to the brim by that enormous thing. The hot, hard, swollen male blade felt like a burning stick, relentlessly thrusting into her again and again, causing her body to tremble with pain, her face alternating between pink and pale. She cried out through tears, "It hurts...it hurts...have mercy...have mercy...Zhuo...Brother Zhuo...um...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

Hearing the girl's cries for mercy, Yelü Zhuo remained silent, his face grim. He pulled her body closer with his large hands, thrusting his hips and pounding into her snowy buttocks, penetrating her to the deepest point with each stroke.

These past few days, for some reason, his head had been throbbing with a persistent, dull ache, leaving him with a restless and irritable feeling. This morning, the familiar headache returned, further fueling his frustration. Adding to this, he had heard of the Western Xia Kingdom's restless activities, constantly causing trouble on the Liao-Xia border, attempting to provoke war. This only intensified his anxiety. Now, seeing the young eunuch unconscious, he wondered when he could testify and clear Yelü Xuanyun's name. A raging fire burned within him, ready to erupt.

Originally, he hadn't intended to use Nu Sang'er as a punching bag; the current chaotic situation had left him little time for such matters of the heart. So, in the carriage, he was preoccupied with figuring out how to deal with the current predicament, completely oblivious to Nu Sang'er's feelings. But this girl, contrary to her usual behavior, had taken the initiative to seduce him, shocking him and raising suspicions that this was yet another trap set by someone.

However, seeing Nu Sang'er crying so heartbrokenly, he immediately realized that he must have misunderstood her. But he was born arrogant and domineering, and even though he knew he had wronged her, he couldn't bring himself to apologize. He just used his usual way of 'comforting' her, presumptuously comforting her.

"Spare you? You were the one who seduced me! You think you can stop now that you've had your fill? Too bad... I haven't had enough yet, how can I stop?"

Yelü Zhuo looked at her tear-streaked face, chuckled softly, and gave her buttocks a light slap. Ignoring her incredibly sensitive flower cave during her orgasm, he buried his head between her wide-open legs and thrust wildly. Strangely enough, his annoying headache lessened considerably with each entry into her fragrant valley, replaced by an extremely pleasurable and comfortable feeling. This feeling made him thrust faster and harder inside her, as if he wanted to break her, frantically pounding in her tightly clenched flower cave. He unleashed all his pent-up frustration within her, urging, "Ahhh...ahhh...no more...no more...it hurts...ahhh...so deep...I don't want it...I don't want it anymore...let me go...let me go...ahhh...um...ahhh...please..." Her swollen

,

engorged petals were forcefully forced open by his purplish-red lustful body, pulled in and out with each thrust, glistening with clear, sticky fluid. She lay on the lakeshore, her delicate body trembling and shaking beneath the man's tall, mature form. Intense pleasure

surged from their joined bodies, making her moans broken and incoherent. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed beneath them; his large hands gripped her tender breasts, leaving bruised finger marks. "...Ugh...No more...I can't take it...Please...Stop...Stop...Ugh...Mmm...Ahhh..."

His movements were far too violent. The intense intercourse and his large body were too much for her to bear. Overwhelming pleasure and pain made her cry and beg for mercy. Waves of uncontrollable orgasms made her dizzy, her vision blurred with a hazy red mist.

"Do you still dare to say you hate me? Do you still dare to say you hate me? Do you still dare to say you want to leave me?"

The man frowned and growled, as if determined to torture her. Ignoring her pleas, he pressed her tightly beneath him, thrusting wildly and wantonly into her tender, moist flower, enjoying the pleasure of being tightly enveloped. The violent penetration caused the water to surge, and the cold lake water was splashed around with his movements. Some of the water was even drawn into her body. The cold, painful, and scalding sensation made her almost faint. "Ugh... um... no... the water's in... ah..." Nu Sang'er cried, shaking her head weakly. The intense pleasure and pressure had exceeded her capacity to bear it. She gasped heavily, her petite body struggling helplessly against the man's tall, muscular frame. Her face was as red as a peony blooming with dew. The cold liquid followed his movements into her flower cave, filling her up and making her shake her head uncontrollably.

"It's good that it's in, otherwise how can I satisfy you? Isn't this what you want?" Yelü Zhuo raised a cold, wicked eyebrow, his thick blade deliberately penetrating deeper, his fingers tearing her petals open wider, wickedly stirring up more icy lake water to fill her swollen, tender cave to its limit.

"Ah...no...no...ah..." The feeling of being filled by the icy lake water and the rough, hot male blade made her feel both hot and cold. Her moans were involuntarily choked with sobs, and her tearful eyes looked back at him pleadingly, begging him to stop toying with her like this.

Yelü Zhuo narrowed his eyes, grabbed her small chin with one hand, and said in a cold, deep voice that was arrogant and domineering, "Want me to stop? Then tell me, do you still dare to say you hate me? Do you still dare to say you dislike me? Do you still dare to say you want to leave me??!!"

"...I don't dare...I don't dare...sob...I...I don't dare..." Nu Sang'er sobbed, tears streaming down her face, her pitiful eyes lowered as she cried, her delicate and slender body trembling under the man's devilishly large hand.

"That's a good girl..." Yelü Zhuo snorted with satisfaction and arrogance, but his hand did not loosen, and he still thrust his waist heavily. He gripped her slender waist tightly and continued his frenzied thrusts, seeking solace, release, an outlet, and the ecstatic pleasure within her tight, maddening flower-like opening. "Ah... mmm... ahhh..."

He didn't know how much time had passed before she finally succumbed to the overwhelming pain and pleasure. After dozens of frenzied thrusts, her vision went black, and she fainted.

Yelü Zhuo thrust into the unconscious girl for a while longer before letting out a low growl and releasing his burning heat deep into her body. He lay on top of her, panting. Under the moonlight, his handsome, mature face, weathered by time, still held undiminished desire, but his gaze held a touch of melancholy. He stroked the beautiful face before him, his brows furrowing repeatedly, unable to relax for a moment. He sat silently by the lake for a while before washing Nu Sang'er's body in the lake water, dressing her, and then carrying her back to the courtyard where Yelü Xuanyun lived.

It was already past midnight. Yelü Zhuo assumed Yelü Xuanyun was asleep and intended to quietly put Nu Sang'er back in the room and leave, but unexpectedly, a candlelight still shone in the courtyard, and a slender figure lay face down on the bed, holding several pieces of paper in his hand, staring intently at them in the candlelight.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Yelü Xuanyun looked up and saw Yelü Zhuo's somewhat surprised expression. She subtly placed the note in her hand at the foot of the bed and said softly with a quiet smile, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, you're back."

"Hmm..." Yelü Zhuo hadn't expected him to be awake. Looking at Nu Sang'er in his arms, he nodded somewhat awkwardly.

Yelü Xuanyun's gaze fell on the woman in his arms, keenly noticing that her expression seemed a little off. A hint of doubt crept in his eyes. "Her?"

"Oh, she...is asleep..." Yelü Zhuo lowered his eyes, responded, and gently placed her on the bed. Turning back to Yelü Xuanyun, he whispered, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I slept for a while, then suddenly woke up and couldn't fall back asleep..." Yelü Xuanyun glanced at the tear stains still wet on Nu Sang'er's eyes, then quietly picked up the stack of papers again, saying casually, "I saw what she wrote by chance. She's really smart. I only taught her those words and poems a few times, and she could write them."

"What did she write?" Yelü Zhuo asked, intrigued by his words.

"See for yourself..." Yelü Xuanyun smiled and handed him the stack of papers. His gaze was clear as a crescent moon, yet contained a subtle, almost imperceptible, loneliness.

"Anyway, all these things she wrote were for you."

Yelü Zhuo took the paper with some doubt, his gaze suddenly fixed on it. In the pale yellow candlelight, the handwriting on the paper wasn't pretty, not even neat; each stroke was crooked and shaky, like a toddler learning to walk, each step unsteady but extremely earnest.

The paper was filled with the same poem, repeated over and over, just that one poem, yet, that one poem was the most heart-wrenching.

Meeting again, I long to speak of the bitterness of longing; would a shallow heart truly believe in such longing?

I fear the longing will only grow stronger. A shallow lover knows not

the place where we once held hands, the moon shining brightly on the path before the window. Even when the moon rises, I remain sleepless, still waiting for her. ※※※

Author's Note: I absolutely adore this short poem by Yan Shu, so I can't help but use it again and again. I really love this poem by Yan Shu: "Meeting again, I long to speak of the bitterness of longing; would a

shallow heart truly believe in such longing? I fear the longing will only grow stronger. A shallow lover knows not the longing. " It

truly speaks to the heart, doesn't it? Ah, a shallow lover knows not the longing…

Chapter 156: Painting

in the Immortal Pavilion, Back Garden.

Luanxuan wore an embroidered floral dress, with a silk shawl draped with gold and silver threads. Her long black hair was tied up with a peach-colored silk ribbon, and she wore a jade phoenix hairpin with twin lotus and begonia blossoms. Two strands of her hair fell beside her cheeks, making her look very delicate and lovely, bright and charming. A small and exquisite jade vine flower hairpin was also pasted on the center of her forehead, which made her small face even more charming.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be in a terrible mood at the moment. She stood in front of the flowerbed, pouting angrily, tearing the clusters of flowers to shreds with her furious gaze, and cursing angrily, "Go away, go away... all of you go away! Humph!! I don't need anyone to accompany me, I don't need anyone!!... And that annoying Ye Fuge... that damned bastard!! Doesn't he know how to coax me... that bastard Ye Fuge!! That big bastard!! Ye Fuge is a bastard!!!"

"Princess... Master, he tonight..." A maid timidly walked to her side, but before she could speak, Luanxuan interrupted her angrily, her voice even more annoyed, "I know, I know! I know Dongxiaozi isn't coming back tonight! You can go!"

"Oh... yes... but... Princess..."

"What now? I already said I know!"

"No, it's just that there's a young master outside the pavilion who said he wants to see the Princess," the maid said cautiously in a low voice.

"A man? Who is he? What's his name?" Luanxuan's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly smiled smugly, her voice becoming brighter: "Is he the one who looks really ugly but always thinks he's handsome and dashing, always waving a fan around?"

The maid thought for a moment and shook her head, saying, "That young master looks very gentle and refined, and he's not holding a fan. He doesn't seem like someone who considers himself dashing and romantic."

"Oh, then who could it be?" Luanxuan was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

"That young master said his surname is Ling... and that you, Princess, would definitely want to meet him."

"Surname Ling..." Luanxuan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes flashed, and she exclaimed with joy, "It's Brother Chunjian... Hey... what are you waiting for... quickly invite him in!!"

The maid glanced helplessly at the little princess, whose mood changed faster than flipping through a book, stuck out her tongue, responded, and went downstairs. In no time, she returned with a handsome man in a snow-white robe. "Brother Chunjian!" Luanxuan's eyes lit up when she saw Ling Chunjian. She hopped over to him and smiled, about to speak, but then she remembered their harsh words in the tavern that day. Feeling uncomfortable, she lowered her head, clutching her sleeve, and turned away in a huff, remaining silent.

Seeing her like this, Ling Chunjian understood that she was still somewhat angry, but he didn't point it out. He simply smiled slightly and said, "Princess, would you like to come in?"

"Do you even care whether I'm doing well or not?" Luanxuan pouted, looking at her toes with a wronged expression. "Anyway, in the eyes of you Song people, we Khitan people are all cold-blooded and murderous, hateful and despicable!"

Hearing this, Ling Chunjian smiled gently, walked up to her, and looked at her with gentle eyes. His expression was serious and solemn. "I know we were impolite that day. We spoke carelessly after drinking. So I came here today specifically to apologize to the Princess. I hope the Princess will be magnanimous and not be angry anymore."

Luanxuan was taken aback by his serious expression. She looked at him with a flattered expression. Looking into his clear, bright eyes, her heart inexplicably began to pound wildly, like a deer's. All anger vanished. She blushed, lowered her head, bit her lip, and remained silent for a moment. Then, she suddenly looked up at him, her eyes filled with unease, and asked, "Then...do you really consider me a friend from the bottom of your heart?"

"Of course I do. Friendship transcends social status, doesn't it?" Ling Chunjian replied frankly.

Upon hearing this, Luanxuan's tense expression immediately relaxed, and she smiled, her eyes crinkling into a bright and radiant smile. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, I like that saying. Friendships shouldn't be based on status or position! Just like that saying... what... hero... origins!"

"Hehe, it's 'Heroes don't ask about origins.'

" "Yes, yes, that's the saying." Luanxuan tilted her head mischievously with a smile, her gaze flickering behind him, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face. "That big jerk didn't come with you?" "

Big jerk?" Ling Chunjian paused, seemingly not understanding what she meant.

"You mean that damned Ye Fuge!" Luanxuan pouted, looking awkward.

"Oh...I see, that's an interesting way to address him." Ling Chunjian nodded and smiled, looking at her indignant little face, her gaze teasingly smiling, "Fuge has always been concerned about his image. Actually, he already knows he was wrong. These past few days, he's been listless and dispirited because of you, Princess. You're like a fish out of water. Princess, you shouldn't hold a grudge against him anymore. You should go back as soon as possible."

"You don't need to make me happy. He won't lose his appetite because of me. He'll be overjoyed if I'm not around!" Luanxuan clearly didn't believe him. She tilted her head, snorted, and sat heavily on the stone bench, resting her chin on her hands. She said unhappily, "Today is my birthday, but I'm all alone here. Every year on this day, I'm so happy and lively! I never imagined it would be so desolate this year!"

Ling Chunjian looked at her slightly reddened eyes, his gaze swirling like lake water for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "If the princess doesn't mind, how about I accompany her tonight and we celebrate together?"

"Really!! You mean it??" Luanxuan clearly hadn't expected Ling Chunjian to say he would accompany her. She jumped up from her chair excitedly, tugging at Ling Chunjian's sleeve, grinning from ear to ear, and kept asking, "When I came, I saw people releasing river lanterns outside. Why don't we release one and make a wish for you?" Ling Chunjian gently ruffled her hair, her smile as refreshing and captivating as the spring breeze of March.

"Alright, alright!"

The two stepped out of Dongxian Pavilion and walked along the east side for a while. Sure enough, they saw a clear stream flowing through the city. The water was deep and clear, and countless lanterns of all sizes floated on its surface. They shimmered and flickered on the riverbed, like stars in the sky.

Many people had gathered on the riverbank, in twos and threes, releasing their lanterns one by one into the water.

Looking at the scene, Ling Chunjian couldn't help but say, "I only thought that women from the Central Plains liked to release river lanterns on Qixi Festival. I didn't expect that women from the Liao Kingdom also like to release river lanterns."

Luanxuan seemed to have been hit where it hurt again, and raised her chin somewhat unconvinced, "Who said that only people from the Central Plains can release river lanterns? Does that mean that all the elegant things in the world can only be done by you people from the Central Plains, and we vulgar Khitans can't do them?"

Ling Chunjian didn't argue with her, but just glanced at the old woman selling lanterns on the riverbank, smiled and turned back to ask, "Would you like to release one?"

"Yes," Luanxuan immediately nodded vigorously with bright eyes. Looking at her childlike expression, Ling Chunjian shook her head helplessly, walked to the old woman and bought two lanterns, and then sat down with Luanxuan by the river to write down their wishes.

"What did you write?! Let me see!" Seeing him finish writing on the river lantern and prepare to release it into the lake, Luanxuan curiously tried to snatch it back to see, but he smiled and gently blocked her with his hand. The lantern floated downstream, swaying in the night breeze, drifting away into the distance. "Sigh...it's gone...I didn't see it..." Luanxuan looked at the drifting lantern with regret, biting her lip, and turned to ask the man beside her, dressed in a frosty robe, "What did you wish for?"

Ling Chunjian stared at the lantern in the distance, not answering, until Luanxuan asked twice more before he smiled mysteriously, "In the Central Plains, wishes made on lanterns cannot be spoken aloud, otherwise they won't come true."

"But..." Luanxuan, still unwilling to give up, said, "But perhaps I can help you fulfill what you've said!"

Ling Chunjian chuckled softly again, his eyes like a mist rising from a lake at night. "Write down your wish carefully. I'll wait for you on the riverbank."

With that, he stood up and walked towards the riverbank. A corner of his white robe fluttered before her eyes, then disappeared like a snowflake.

Seeing him reach the shore in a few steps, Luanxuan knew she couldn't force him any further. She frowned, focusing intently on her wish. After thinking for a while, she lowered her head and carefully wrote it down. Then, with a devout expression, she knelt by the river, watching the lantern in her hand float away on the water. She clasped her hands together, bowed her head, and silently prayed that her wish would come true.

Under the twinkling firelight, the girl's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, dazzlingly beautiful, yet possessing an innocent and carefree charm. Two rosy cheeks bloomed on her face like the evening glow, a scene so beautiful that Ling Chunjian, standing on the riverbank, was somewhat mesmerized.

"Brother Chunjian! I've released the river lantern!! What's next??" Luanxuan had somehow appeared on the riverbank, standing beside him, looking at him expectantly.

"..." Ling Chunjian looked up at the sky, his eyes flashing slightly, and he frowned in deep thought.

Just then, a loud cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd not far away, a chorus of applause.

"What a wonderful painting! What a wonderful painting!!"

"Yes!! Young Master Xiao's painting is truly unparalleled in the world!!"

"Yes, yes, sister, look how beautifully he paints!"

"This red-clad man's painting is also quite good!"

"I think that person's painting is the best!"

Hearing their cheers, Luanxuan couldn't help but curiously look in that direction.

Ling Chunjian also glanced in that direction and smiled lightly, "Let's go take a look too."

Luanxuan always loved lively gatherings, and seeing that Ling Chunjian was willing to go, she naturally nodded in agreement with a happy face. After the two squeezed in to take a look, they discovered that it was actually several men dressed as scholars competing in their painting skills.

Looking at their paintings, Luanxuan felt they were only mediocre. Just as she was losing interest, she heard the painter boast that he was unparalleled and that his paintings were masterpieces. She felt indignant and glanced at Ling Chunjian, who had a calm and indifferent expression. Suddenly, she tugged at his sleeve and said with a smile, "Brother Chunjian, I think your paintings are truly the best in the world!"

Ling Chunjian's gaze sharpened for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I haven't painted for a long time. How would you know I'm good?"

"I saw it at Ye Fuge's place! He has one of your paintings, 'Spring Snow in an Empty Mountain,' and the snow you painted is so beautiful..."

Luanxuan remembered the painting she had pestered Ye Fuge to show her, and she remembered that exquisite and ethereal painting that contained infinite desolation and tranquility. For a moment, she was captivated, and the infatuation and admiration in her eyes as she looked at Ling Chunjian deepened.

“Heh… those are all old stories… let’s not talk about them…” Ling Chunjian’s face darkened, his exquisitely beautiful face appearing strangely pale in the moonlight.

“Hmm… I understand… he told me… after your wife passed away, you stopped painting…” Luanxuan nodded, sighing with regret, her eyes filled with sorrow, “I’m afraid I won’t have the chance to see you paint… alas… it’s such a pity…”

Ling Chunjian remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, “Do you really want to see me paint?”

“Yes!” Luanxuan nodded vigorously, then shook her head hesitantly, looking at him with clear eyes, “But… you’ll definitely be unhappy… it’s better not to paint… it’s getting late, let’s go back…”

She had heard Ye Fuge talk about how he stopped painting because of his deceased wife, and had witnessed his deep grief for her. She worried that painting would remind him of the past and upset him, so she didn’t want to force him.

Unexpectedly, Ling Chunjian frowned slightly and shook her head. She picked up a set of unused calligraphy brush and inkstone, and smiled serenely, saying, "I know you want to see this. Consider it my congratulatory gift to you."

Chapter 157 Bloodbath

Under the dazzling lights...

The man spread out the Xuan paper, his brows slightly furrowed, no longer looking at anyone. He simply concentrated, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and slowly began to draw on the paper. Each stroke was executed with utmost seriousness and focus. The moonlight flowed gently like a spring on his green robes, making them appear as if damp with moisture. His eyes, like misty lakes, seemed to see nothing but the painting beneath his brush. His long, slender, white fingers lifted the brush lightly, and as the ink fell, the strokes were elegant and graceful yet powerful, indescribable as "graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon."

Luanxuan stood obediently to the side, quietly watching the focused expression on his cool and handsome face, watching the exquisite sight of his long, flowing black hair fluttering freely around his face and shoulders. Her heart fluttered, and for a moment, she was captivated.

Just as she was floating, feeling as if she were drifting on clouds, she suddenly heard cheers and applause all around her. When she came to her senses in surprise, she realized that the previously empty canvas had been transformed into a masterpiece.

She instinctively looked down and saw that on the snow-white rice paper, the sky was as dark as ink, and thousands of river lanterns shimmered and flickered on the sparkling water. A girl in a colorful dress knelt on the riverbank, her eyes closed, smiling sweetly as she made a wish upon a lantern. The girl's face was as beautiful as a flower, yet innocent and carefree, with a faint blush on her cheeks, making her as beautiful as a fairy by the lake.

"So beautiful!! So beautiful!! Lifelike, a masterpiece! If you ask me, this young master's painting skills are truly the best in the world!!"

an experienced elder exclaimed admiringly. As soon as he finished speaking, the others couldn't help but join in the exclamations.

"Yes, it's beautifully painted! I've never seen such a fine painting in our Khitan region before!"

"What a wonderful painting!"

"Yes, yes, sister, look at these river lanterns he painted. They twinkle and glow, just like the real thing!" A young woman exclaimed sweetly.

"And the woman in the painting looks exactly like this girl. It's such a beautiful painting! Young master, you truly have a masterful hand! Why don't you paint one for us too?" A slightly younger woman glanced at Ling Chunjian with seductive eyes, praising him with a smile while reaching out to touch his hand.

Ling Chunjian gently withdrew her hand, smiled slightly at everyone, then looked down at Luanxuan, who was still in a daze and hadn't quite come to her senses. She asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Disappointed?"

"No, no, no..." Luanxuan snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushed, covering her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. "It's so beautiful, so beautiful it almost took my breath away, I almost couldn't speak... But... I didn't expect... you... you... to paint me in the painting too..."

Ling Chunjian smiled faintly, and seeing that the painting was almost dry, she gently rolled it up and handed it to her. "You made this painting even more vivid and beautiful. If you don't mind, consider it my congratulatory gift to you."

"I don't mind, I don't mind, how could I mind?! I... I'm overjoyed!!" Luanxuan excitedly took the words from his hand and said repeatedly. Luanxuan was usually a quick-witted girl, but at this moment she didn't know why she couldn't say anything. She just blushed and smiled foolishly, "...You...you are so good to me..."

Ling Chunjian smiled, then looked up at the sky. A shadow flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He just smiled slightly.

"Are you tired? It's getting late, let me take you home."

"Okay."

Looking at his caring and gentle gaze and then at the painting he had made for her, Luanxuan felt sweeter than if she had eaten honey. She didn't care what he said along the way, just hugged the painting and nodded repeatedly with a silly smile. Half an hour later, outside the 'Dongxian Pavilion',

Luanxuan watched as the elegant man in the blue robe gradually disappeared into the night. She then unfolded the painting in her arms with a silly smile, looking at it with a sweet smile, and humming a little tune as she walked into the pavilion.

She had just stepped through the gate and walked a short distance when she saw Dong Xiaozi standing stiffly outside the vermilion courtyard. He neither left nor went in. His back was straight, even somewhat stiff. Luanxuan didn't mind, and called out to his back with a proud expression, "Dong Xiaozi, I've got something amazing for you! A painting unlike any other in the world! I guarantee you'll never see anything like it in your entire life!"

Dong Xiaozi didn't turn around and tease her as usual. He remained motionless in front of the courtyard, his crimson robes fluttering in the cold night wind, giving him an inexplicably eerie air.

"Dong Xiaozi, what's wrong?" When he didn't respond, she called several more times, then walked over and slapped him hard on the shoulder. Dong Xiaozi finally responded. He slowly turned around, his bewitchingly handsome face as white as snow. His gaze was sinister.

Luanxuan was startled and took a step back, stammering, "You... what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he still didn't speak, she followed his gaze, her face suddenly turning deathly pale. After a long pause, a terrified scream echoed through the empty courtyard. The painting in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, kicking up dust.

In the pitch-black courtyard, only a single red lantern hung in the corner of the house. Under its glow, the courtyard was filled with corpses, each one a gruesome sight, their faces covered in blood. Most terrifying of all were the corpses hanging from tree branches. One of them had a purplish-blue face, blood flowing from all seven orifices, and all four limbs severed, hanging from his waist. His appearance was extremely grotesque and eerie. Luanxuan recognized this person; it was the crucial little eunuch.

The following evening, deep within the Liao palace,

in the Buddhist hall, Nusang'er, dressed in a plain white plum blossom robe, knelt before the statue of Guanyin with her hands clasped in prayer. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face filled with worry and unease, tears welling in her eyes. "Greatly compassionate and merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, I beg you to bless the Seventh Prince so that he may be blessed with good fortune and escape misfortune... The Seventh Prince is truly a good person... I beg you... do not let him die in vain... I beg the Bodhisattva to clear the Seventh Prince's name... save his life... I beg you... I beg you..."

Nu Sang'er whispered several times, then kowtowed more than a dozen times on the prayer mat before wiping away her tears and slowly standing up. She had thought that finding that little eunuch would restore Yelü Xuanyun's innocence, but she hadn't expected that the little eunuch would die tragically overnight. Seeing Luanxuan crying in regret, pulling at her sleeve and saying that she shouldn't have gone out to play all night, crying that she dared not tell Yelü Xuanyun about this, she could only sigh, not knowing what to do. Now that even the little eunuch who could prove what happened that night was dead, what could she use to clear his name?

Luanxuan couldn't bring herself to say this devastating news. How could she possibly say it? In truth, since Yelü Xuanyun learned they had found the little eunuch, he had been much more spirited than usual. To speak of such a cruel truth would surely crush him again. Therefore, although she opened her mouth several times to speak, seeing the fragile hope in Yelü Xuanyun's clear eyes, she swallowed her words.

What worried her even more was the one-month deadline; only ten days remained. Trapped in this deep palace, all she could do was kneel before the statue, humbly begging, hoping to move Heaven, to move the gods… to save his life… Lost in

these melancholy thoughts, she had only taken a few steps outside the Buddhist hall when she suddenly heard a palace maid's voice coming from beneath the trees.

"Your Highness, let me help you carry it."

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Author's Note: Happy National Day everyone! With the long holiday, I can update twice a day! Hehe!

Chapter 158: Crazy Revenge

Nu Sang'er recognized Wan Cai'er's voice. Not wanting to see the woman's arrogant face, and not wanting to cause trouble, she bit her lip and slipped into the dense shade of a nearby tree. Just as she hid, she heard two footsteps approaching. Wan Cai'er said, "I told you it wasn't necessary. I must personally serve him this Jade Feather Soup. He'll be moved to see me personally making soup for him every day." The palace maid chuckled and whispered

, "Your Highness is right, but actually, Your Highness doesn't need to go to such lengths. Anyway, Prince Zhuo's heart will always be with you, and he won't change his mind." Wan Cai'er snorted coldly, glancing at

her, and said, "What do you know? Although this 'Thousand-Day Red' can bewitch and control people's hearts, it must be taken daily. If it's missed for three days, it will completely lose its effect. If I can't see him drink it with my own eyes, I won't be at peace."

The palace maid responded with a "Yes," and dared not speak further.

Wan Cai'er paused for a moment, then said softly, "Did Your Highness have a headache again yesterday?"

The palace maid replied, "Yes, it hurt all day... I barely ate anything."

As she spoke, she glanced fearfully at the fragrant Jade Soup. She cautiously asked, "Your Highness, won't this soup make His Highness's headache worse?"

Nu Sang'er, who had been listening to their conversation from the side, was already astonished. Hearing the palace maid's question, her gaze tightened, and she gripped the branch more firmly, awaiting Wan Cai'er's answer.

But Wan Cai'er haughtily raised her head, her gaze as cold as daggers, filled with a frenzied possessiveness. The smile on her red lips was somewhat distorted. "Pain... Of course he'll feel pain... But compared to my heartache, what is that pain?! I've loved him for so long, I've liked him so much since I was very young... But he always ignores my existence... Not only does he reject me... but he also wants to keep that lowly Song woman by his side!! I will never let him leave me, even if he suffers from headaches for the rest of his life, I will not let him go, I will not let him go!!! He's mine!! He's mine!!"

As Wan Cai'er spoke, her voice became increasingly frantic, until it was almost a shrill scream. The madness and ruthlessness in her eyes sent chills down one's spine with just one glance.

The palace maid was clearly frightened by her expression and hurriedly lowered her head, replying, "Your Highness is so beautiful and charming, with unparalleled elegance. The Prince will never be willing to leave you. He will always stay by your side and will never leave!"

Hearing this, Wan Cai'er regained her calm and noble expression, smiled arrogantly, stroked her alluring cheek with her fingers, and said in a coquettish voice, "Hurry up and go. The Prince is waiting for me to personally feed him soup."

After the two of them had walked away in their shimmering golden veils, Nu Sang'er limply let go of the branch she was holding, which was about to break, and slumped down on the grass. A gust of autumn wind swept by, and she shivered from the cold, only then realizing that her clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

Could it be... that this is why he suddenly married her? Could it be... that's why they seemed so loving...?

Thinking of how they were so affectionate in 'Dream Garden,' and how cold and displeased he was when he saw her, her confusion gradually dissipated, but her unease grew stronger.

If this was true, if there really was some kind of poison in this world that could bewitch people, what should she do? No, she had to tell Yelü Zhuo!! Tell him she had been deceived all along! Tell him that what he had been drinking every day was poison!

He must be having a terrible headache, otherwise how could he be in so much pain that he couldn't even eat?

Thinking of what the palace maid had just said, she felt both heartache and anxiety. She leaned against a tree trunk, swaying as she stood up, and without thinking, ran towards the Zhuori Palace. No, she had to stop them; she couldn't let them harm Yelü Zhuo…

But she hadn't run far when she bumped into a hard chest. She was knocked back two or three steps before stopping. Composing herself, she looked up at the person before her, her heart pounding with panic. She retreated, her face pale, and whispered, "M-Master…"

"Little slave, where are you rushing off to?" Baili Xiaochi narrowed his eyes, watching her flustered state with a half-smile. His tall frame approached his prey like a wild beast.

"I…I have urgent business!" Nu Sang'er, worried about Yelü Zhuo, said palely and tried to walk away, but her waist was grabbed by a large hand and roughly pulled back into his arms.

Baili Xiaochi's arrogant smile curved his lips. With a slight bend of his strong waist, he pulled her into his arms and walked towards his palace. His smile was wicked and lewd. "In a hurry? What a coincidence, I'm in a hurry too. So we should quickly comfort each other, don't you think?"

"Let me go, let me go!!" Nu Sang'er struggled in his arms, her small hands clenched into fists and pounding wildly on his back. Her legs kicked incessantly, but no matter how she struggled, the man with the body of a tiger and a wolf carried her back to his residence without saying a word. Chapter 159 Double Demon Dance 1 (3p, limited)
Baili Xiaochi carried her into a magnificent inner palace before putting her down. Inside the palace, the curtains fluttered, and a faint fragrance floated in the air, carrying a strong scent of lust. "You've returned so quickly?" Behind the curtained tiger-skin bed, a man dressed in plain clothes, his robes half-open and long hair flowing freely, reclined on the bed, looking at the figure entering with a cool expression. Beneath his half-open robes lay a well-defined, muscular chest, enough to make anyone blush and their heart race at first glance. Yelü Gonglin's long hair was loose today, giving his usually shrewd and calculating handsome face a softer, more effeminate, and languid appearance. Seeing Nu Sang'er's stunned expression, he raised an eyebrow and elegantly beckoned to her with a finger. Nu Sang'er was startled and retreated instead of advancing, but she only managed a few steps before bumping into Baili Xiaochi's hard chest. Giving her no chance to escape, Baili Xiaochi twisted her wrists behind her back and, in the blink of an eye, stripped her naked. His face held a clear expression of displeasure and reproach. "Didn't I teach you how to serve a man? How come you've forgotten everything in just a few days?" "No... let me go... let me go... ah..." Nu Sang'er struggled in vain before he grabbed her like a chick and threw her naked onto the thick, soft tiger-skin bed. He threw her next to Yelü Gonglin. "No... you... don't come any closer..." Nu Sang'er cowered in the corner of the bed in panic, covering her chest with her hands and looking at them fearfully, her body trembling under their two beast-like gazes. Yelü Gonglin looked at her frightened expression, but his smile was quite smug. He took out a small black ball from a wooden box beside him, played with it in his palm for a while, and the thing began to buzz and spin in his hand. His eyes lit up, and he waved it in front of her with an evil smile, "Do you know what this is?" Seeing her confused look, his smile became even more delightful, and he explained, "This is a good treasure that I got from a merchant in the Western Regions. It's specially for making women happy. As soon as I got this thing, I couldn't help but think of letting you try it. Don't you think I'm being good to you?" "No... I don't want this... I want to go back..." Nu Sang'er looked at the strange thing in his hand, her expression even more frightened and panicked. She turned around and tried to climb off the bed, but the man grabbed her ankle and pulled her up forcefully, exposing her pink flower-like opening to his wicked gaze. "It's what you put in your little mouth down there. Do you want to know what it feels like to put it in?"

"No!! Let me go!! Let me go!!!" Nusang cried out in fear, kicking and thrashing her legs wildly, but she couldn't stop the lewd smile on the man's lips. His eyes flashed darkly for a moment, and he squeezed the small ball between his fingers and deeply into the delicate and tender flower cave.

"Mmm...ah..."

The foreign object inserted into her flower-like opening already made her feel uncomfortable. Before she could struggle, she suddenly realized that the thing inside her was still buzzing and throbbing. That strange feeling she had never experienced before made Nu Sang'er's eyes widen and she gasped for breath. Her body twisted restlessly on the thick tiger skin. "Ah! What is that...what is that...mmm...it hurts so much..."

Yelü Gonglin elegantly propped his chin up, lying on one side, the smile on his face captivating yet extremely lewd. "Isn't it interesting? In a little while your little hole will be all wet, making it easier for the two of us to go in and have some fun, hahaha!"

Nu Sang'er trembled with fear upon hearing this. She shook her head desperately, her eyes brimming with tears as she begged for mercy: No...no...ah...it hurts so much...ah...please...please spare me! Let me go...I have very important things to do..." "

Oh?" "How important is it? Tell me." Yelü Gonglin lifted her chin, scrutinizing her flushed face, tormented by desire, with great interest. He grasped her soft breasts, his sharp gaze accompanied by a cold smile as he asked.

"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah..."

The strange thing inside her moved faster and faster, rushing deeper and deeper. Nu Sang'er was so stimulated that she collapsed onto the bed, an indescribable tingling pleasure coursing through her lower body. She writhed in fear, her snow-white legs rubbing together, her face flushed as she pleaded, "It hurts...it hurts...take it out...no...please...take it out..."

"You still haven't answered me. What is so important?" Yelü Gonglin held Nusang'er in his arms, pressing her snow-white, exquisite breasts against his thick, hot chest. He repeatedly pressed her with his question.

"Ah...ah...ah um..." Nusang'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed more and more, her breathing became more rapid, her face flushed and hot, and her moans were so soft they made one's bones melt. She opened her eyes in vain, trying to break free from that sea of desire and regain some clarity of vision when she looked at Yelü Gonglin. She cried out anxiously, as if grasping at a straw, "...It's...the Princess...um...the Princess...poisoned Brother Zhuo...I...I have to tell him...she poisons him every day...his headaches...are because he drank those poisoned soups..."

Hearing this, Yelü Gonglin paused, exchanged a glance with Baili Xiaochi, then smiled, his red lips landing on her hard, stone-like erection. He chuckled wickedly, "Little thing, is what you said all true?" "Falsely accusing the princess is a capital offense,"

Baili Xiaochi said with a chuckle, kneading her snowy buttocks. "If you lie, your head will be on your hands."

"I...I didn't lie...I didn't...It was...um...I heard it with my own ears...um..."

Yelü Gonglin's gaze sharpened slightly, and he glanced at Baili Xiaochi again. The two exchanged a knowing smile and said nothing more. Baili Xiaochi didn't remove the object from her body,

but instead lifted her legs up and thrust his swollen, hard member into her slippery honey hole without warning. "Ah...it hurts...Master...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er cried out, her body struggling in pain, but Yelü Gonglin held her tightly in his arms, sucking on her breasts with relish. Pain and pleasure were like sand in water, inseparable.

"It's supposed to hurt, it'll make you remember us!" Baili Xiaochi wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled wickedly. His thick, hot member moved even more fiercely, forcefully and irresistibly entering and exiting her wet and tender flower cave. Feeling the unparalleled tightness inside, he closed his eyes slightly, his smile wild and wicked, and said, "You should remember, if I hadn't brought you to Liao Kingdom, you might have already died in the war. Shouldn't you thank your benefactor properly, hmm?" "

No...ah..." Waves of tingling pleasure, following the pain, coursed through her body, causing her to sway her snowy buttocks in discomfort, trying to resist the excessive pleasure and escape from these two devilish men. Seeing her crying, her face flushed and panting, Yelü Gonglin's heart stirred. His sexy fingers slowly moved from her breasts to her lips, inserting them into her pink lips. Watching her shake her head and cry, trying to spit it out, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes. He pinched her breast hard, elegantly narrowing his eyes and commanding, "If you don't want to suffer, then obediently suck it."

Nu Sang'er looked at his dangerous gaze, then at Baili Xiaochi's equally lewd and malevolent eyes, knowing that she couldn't escape today. Thinking of the humiliation she would face, and the methods they had used to torture her, her body trembled involuntarily, her face as pale as snow and frost.

"It's not that we don't know how to cherish women. In fact, as long as you behave, we'll make you very comfortable and happy, and... perhaps we can even believe what you're saying is true," Yelü Gonglin said with a strange look and a faint smile.

"I'm telling the truth... I didn't lie... I didn't..." She shook her head repeatedly, explaining. Looking at their wolfish gazes that seemed to want to devour her, she shrank back, a trace of sadness flashing across her face. Suddenly, she looked up at them pleadingly, choking back tears, and said, "Is it... as long as I make you happy... you'll be willing to let... the Seventh Prince... be willing to find a way to help... Brother Zhuo... find a way to detoxify?" "

Actually, she knew how naive and foolish it was to beg them, but she truly had no other choice. Her life and status were as worthless as mud and as insignificant as grass in their eyes. Since she couldn't escape their humiliation, if... if she could... exchange it for something more valuable, it would be some kind of solace...

Although she had nothing, if she could use her body to save their lives... then that would be... doing something for them...

'Look, this little thing has become clever; she's learned to negotiate with us now.'" Yelü Gonglin raised his eyelids and gave Baili Xiaochi a soft snort, his brown eyes holding a cryptic smile that was hard to decipher.

Baili Xiaochi curved his thin lips, his slightly raised gaze contemptuous and mocking. A glint of lust flashed in his eyes as his thick, long member thrust heavily into her pink orifice. He watched as her body trembled violently, letting out a tearful cry, before calmly and coldly laughing, "We'll see if she has the ability to serve us well, if she's qualified to negotiate with us."

"You should understand what you're doing now?" Yelü Gonglin smiled slightly, wiping away her tears with his fingers, then placing his finger to her lips. Nu Sang'er's clear eyes trembled, she bit her lip, and finally parted her pink lips, taking his finger into her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes as she let the finger play with her tongue, rapidly moving it in and out. "Mmm...uh...mmm..."

Seeing Nu Sang'er lying prone in Yelü Gonglin's arms, her cheeks flushed, her mouth constantly swallowing and releasing his finger in a wanton manner, Baili Xiaochi's eyes darkened. His heart felt as if boiling water had been poured over him, his whole body burning uncontrollably. The dragon buried deep within his flower cave throbbed with pain, making him unable to resist... Whether her petite body could withstand it or not, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs high, aiming at her flower core and thrusting in and out mercilessly, until even with Yelü Gonglin's fingers in her mouth, she couldn't help but cry out louder and louder, "Ugh... um... ugh... ahh... ugh... um... ugh... it hurts... um... um..."

Nu Sang'er felt as if her lower body was being torn apart by him, the scalding heat making her flower core feel like it was being burned, and the tightening pain in her lower abdomen made her sob and raise her tearful eyes, pleading in a low voice: "Please... be gentle... I... can't take it... um..."

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Author's Note: Continue, continue, wow!

Chapter 160: Double Demon Dance 2 (3P, Limited)

"Now you know how to beg for mercy? Why weren't you so obedient before?" Baili Xiaochi said this, but he still slightly slowed down his thrusting speed. After all, he didn't want to stimulate her to faint too early, as that would take away a lot of fun. However, his penis was large and long, and Nu Sang'er's body was always petite. In addition, Yelü Gonglin had stuffed the little black ball inside her. Even with little force, he still squeezed her to the extreme. She twisted uncomfortably, sobbing and begging for mercy, "So deep... um... Master... don't go so deep... it hurts... please... um... ah..."

Baili Xiaochi listened to her sobs and cried. The weeping didn't stop; instead, it seemed to stimulate him even more. With a low growl, he thrust forward heavily, his thick member completely penetrating her body, tightly connected to her without any gap. "Ah...ah...it hurts...too deep...out...out...it hurts...uh...it hurts...it hurts..."

Nu Sang'er shook her head, crying in agony. The excruciating pain made her brows furrow, her body twisting wildly like a fish out of water, trying to break free and escape, but Yelü Gonglin held her hands and feet captive, leaving her only able to shake her head helplessly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her small body was held in Yelü Gonglin's arms, forced to respond to another man's thrusts. Her soft, helpless breasts swayed and bounced up and down. "Ah... Master... Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Master... Be gentle... Ah..."

"Ah..."

Baili Xiaochi felt that her flower passage was so narrow and tight that it made him want to go crazy. The waves of bone-deep pleasure made him tirelessly ride in her body, thrusting into her depths again and again, ravaging her and possessing her.

Nu Sang'er was in excruciating pain, but the round ball deeply embedded in her flower cave continued to rotate incessantly in her most sensitive area, transmitting waves of tingling pleasure, causing her inner fluids to flow uncontrollably, splashing onto the man's huge penis along with his burning love fluids. The lewd sight made Yelü Gonglin's lust burn even more, making him unbearably hot. "What a little slut, how can you stop flowing inside?" Yelü Gonglin picked her up, letting Baili Xiaochi's thick, hot penis slide out of her body. Unfortunately, before Nu Sang'er could even catch her breath, Yelü Gonglin manipulated her, making her high, snowy buttocks and pressing her to her knees on the bed. "No more... no more... please let me go..." Nu Sang'er knelt fearfully on the bed, tears streaming down her face, sobbing and begging for mercy.

"You say no, but you're already so wet down there! You still dare to say you're not just saying it, you clearly want it!" Seemingly dissatisfied with her 'hypocrisy,' Yelü Gonglin raised his hand and slapped her snowy buttocks several times. Watching her cry and twist her reddened buttocks to dodge, he stopped with a wicked smile, lightly kissed her buttocks, and asked in a low, soft voice, "Does it hurt? Will you dare to be disobedient again?"

Nu Sang'er cried silently, only her body trembling slightly. The burning pain on her buttocks made her face flush with humiliation. Seeing this, Yelü Gonglin smiled victoriously, pulled her waist back, making her red buttocks stick out even higher, and with a silent roar, his thick dragon body thrust fiercely into her anus from behind.

"Ah...!" Nu Sang'er screamed again, biting her lip in pain. The feeling of her lower body being torn apart reminded her of the night she first met him in Jingxi Village. It was the same pain, as if her flower cave was being stretched to an unimaginable limit. But after the pain, waves of pleasure surged up, one after another, assaulting her body. Her initial screams of pain gradually transformed into seductive moans, each one pounding on the man's heart, making his movements even more frenzied.

"Mmm... Ah... No... So fast... Mmm..."

"Ahhh... Mmm..."

"Slow... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Slower... Ahhh... So fast... I... I can't... Mmm... Ahhhh..."

"Is it comfortable? You little slut?" Yelü Gonglin held her waist, urging her in a low voice as he thrust intensely.

"Mmm...ah...mmm..." Nu Sang'er moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed. Her small body swayed with the man's rhythm. "Are you afraid to take it, or do you not want to? You're clearly enjoying it, aren't you?" Baili Xiaochi, kneading her soft breasts and biting them relentlessly, curled his lips into a wicked smile, pinching and twisting her hard, pebble-like spot. "Say it! Say it! Say you like being treated like this! Say your little mouth down there feels good being played with!"

"I...I...mmm..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip in contradiction, a few traces of humiliation and pain flashing in her lust-filled, red eyes. She had already been played with so terribly, why couldn't they even give her a shred of dignity? Why...

"If you don't say it, the two of us will make sure you can't get out of bed for a month!" Yelü Gonglin thrust heavily behind her again, threateningly. The movements below became faster and more ferocious.

Nu Sang'er shook her head fearfully, terrified that they would actually do what they said. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she whimpered and moaned, "...Mmm...Ah...Mmm...Mmm...I...like being...treated like this...like this by the Sixth Prince and the Lord...Sob...I...Mmm...I...my...little mouth down there is also...being played with...it feels so good...Mmm...Ugh..."

"Who makes you feel so good?" Yelü Gonglin continued maliciously. The dragon deliberately tormented her sensitive areas with light and heavy rotations and grinding.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...it's so itchy...ah...mmm...stop it..." Nu Sang'er cried out, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps. She knew that if she didn't speak up, they wouldn't stop torturing her, so she could only cry and moan, "...Sang'er...is being...played with so comfortably by...the Sixth Prince and the Lord...Sixth Prince...mmm...it's so itchy...so sore...mmm...have mercy on me..." Seeing that she had been tamed again, Baili Xiaochi's lips curled up in pleasure. He stretched his still erect member to her lips and said lazily, full of oppressive power, "If you know you're wrong, then please me. Use your mouth to make it feel better."

Although her lower body was still being played with by Yelü Gonglin, Nu Sang'er dared not struggle or be negligent anymore. She sniffed, hesitated for a moment, and then, with red eyes, carefully grasped his monstrous member and slowly put it into her mouth, taking half of it in. She stretched out her soft little tongue and gently licked and teased every part of his member.

"Heh, she's teachable," Baili Xiaochi was quite satisfied with her performance this time, praising her and closing his eyes slightly to enjoy it.

The penis in her mouth swelled and grew larger and larger, stretching her mouth so much that she could hardly fit it in, forcing her to use her tongue to wrap around the tip, licking it back and forth, and then barely swallowing the fluid she sucked on it.

Baili Xiaochi was enjoying herself immensely. He opened his eyes, stroked her dark black hair, wrapped it around his wrist a few times, and pulled it upwards. His eyes were filled with a sinister smile as he said, "Not bad, our little slave. You're licking me so well. Come on—deeper!"

As he spoke, he loosened his waist and thrust his thick member deep into her throat, plunging the exposed half into her mouth. "Ugh... um..." The unpleasant, nauseating feeling made her eyes tremble. She tried to back away, but Yelü Gonglin thrust forward violently. Her body immediately lurched forward again, unable to move, suffering unbearable pain. Seeing her innocent, helpless, and miserable state, the two men exchanged an evil smile. They cooperated tacitly, as if to torture her. One thrust backward, the other forward, working together to trap her there, unable to move. She could only sob and shake her head, forced to endure the humiliation from the two men, unable to move an inch.

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Author's Note: Regarding the extra chapters, I feel they weren't funny enough, so I'm revising them. Hmm, I'll revise them again.

Chapter 161 You Love Her? (3P, Limited)

A light rain fell, blurring the distant peaks.

Raindrops dripped incessantly from the eaves, forming strings of pearls that splashed on the ground. Inside the empty tavern, a girl in colorful clothes lay slumped on the table, drunkenly shaking the wine bottle in her hand. Seeing that no more wine could be poured out, she frowned, slammed her hand on the table, and shouted, "Waiter, bring me wine!! Bring me wine!!"

Instead of a waiter, a man, soaking wet, appeared. He shook the water droplets from his sleeves, looked at the girl lying on the table, completely drunk, and his handsome brows furrowed tightly. He scolded her with disdain, "You brat, if you can't drink, don't try to drink like others. Now you're drunk, and I have to clean you up."

Hearing this familiar voice, Luan Xuan shook her head, regaining some of her senses. When she saw who it was, she grinned foolishly. Pulling at his damp sleeve, she called out, "Ye Fuge, you've come at the perfect time! Let's drink, let's have a drinking contest!"

"I don't want to have a drinking contest with you!" Ye Fuge glared at her irritably, then glanced at the increasingly heavy mountain rain outside, pondering how to get down the mountain.

"If you're not going to drink with me, what are you doing here?" Luanxuan pouted and pushed her away in disappointment. She picked up a wine jar, shook it, and seeing that there seemed to be some wine left, tilted her head back and chugged it down. "If it weren't for your maid's inability to persuade you to come and beg me, why would I have gone through all this trouble to come here, and then gotten soaked in this inexplicable downpour on the way! I really don't know what I owed you in my past life!"

Ye Fuge became more and more furious. In addition, his clothes were soaked through and he was shivering from the cold. His voice became increasingly irritable. Seeing that Luanxuan just chuckled foolishly and continued to drink from the jar, Ye Fuge frowned and snatched it away, saying even more displeasedly, "Stop drinking! Look at yourself now! You look like a drunkard! You were ugly enough to begin with, but now that you're drunk, you're even uglier! Stop drinking! Stop drinking!"

"Give it back to me... give it back to me..." Luanxuan stubbornly reached out to snatch it, but Ye Fuge refused to give it to her, and the two started arguing again in the tavern.

Suddenly, for some reason, Luanxuan, who had been shouting incessantly, stopped grabbing the wine jar. She pouted, buried her face in the table, and burst into loud, mournful sobs. "Waaah... It's all my fault... It's all my fault... I dare not go back... I dare not... go back to face my seventh brother... If I hadn't been playing around and left Dongxian Pavilion that night... maybe that little eunuch wouldn't have died... Waaah... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."

Seeing this, Ye Fuge was stunned for a moment, then quickly frowned, covered his ears with his fingers, and said with considerable disgust, "Hey... Can you lower your voice a little... It's very piercing..."

"Waaah... Ahh... Waaah... It's all my fault... Waaah... Sob sob..."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because Luanxuan cried even louder and sharper. Her cries were like thunderclaps incessantly in his ears, giving him a terrible headache.

At first, he barely managed to hold back, letting her cry, but in the end, he couldn't bear it any longer and reluctantly moved closer to her. He slowly reached out and tentatively pulled her into his arms. He patted her back gently, his voice softening, "It's alright...it's alright...don't cry...ah...don't cry..."

"Waaah...it's all my fault..." Luanxuan grabbed the corner of his sleeve, sobbing as she wiped her tears and snot on the exquisitely patterned fabric. "Uh...hehe...it's not your...fault...it's not your fault..." Ye Fuge suppressed the heartache and anger at her ruining his beloved clothes, trying to make his voice gentler and more tender: "...Even if you were here...it wouldn't have changed anything...maybe you would have been killed too...you should be grateful you escaped...my beloved wife, what would I have done if something had really happened to you..."

"Are you serious?" Luanxuan raised her tear-streaked face, her eyes filled with vulnerability as she looked at him, "Really, it wasn't my fault?"

"Of course not, it wasn't." Seeing that she had finally stopped crying, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly nodded in agreement, and hugged her tighter in his arms, repeating firmly, "That's right, I think this was premeditated. It would have happened whether you were here or not."

Hearing the gentle yet firm voice in her ear and feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar chest, Luan Xuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. A strange feeling welled up inside her, a feeling that wasn't the usual disgust and aversion, but rather a sense of peace and comfort. That feeling left her momentarily stunned and speechless.

Meanwhile, Ye Fuge, seeing her so quickly and obediently nestled in his arms, secretly gloated that his skill in taming women had deepened. A smug smile played in his fox-like eyes.

As the two were lost in their own thoughts, a maid rushed in with an umbrella, calling out, "Princess, Princess! The Fifth Prince wants you to return to the palace immediately! He has something important to tell you!!" "

...What important matter?" Luan Xuan, her mind slightly clearing, asked in confusion.

"The Prince didn't say, only that he wants you to return to the palace as soon as possible!"

Ye Fuge's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly. After a moment's thought, she smiled and said, "It seems to be related to your Seventh Brother. Let's hurry down the mountain."

Deep within the Liao Kingdom's palace, the rain

continued to fall. Inside the deep red curtains, the sounds of men and women making love continued incessantly. The rain outside grew heavier, but those inside seemed oblivious.

On the tiger-skin bed inside the curtains, two tall, strong men sandwiched a petite woman between them, moving rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes up and down. The woman sandwiched between them gasped repeatedly, her eyes glistening with tears, a wet, red mist.

"Ah... um..."

Their bodies were always simultaneously inside Nu Sang'er, making her dizzy and her body feel numb and painful, as if it were exploding. She felt suffocated and powerless to resist.

After playing with her like this for a while, Baili Xiaochi picked Nu Sang'er up and placed her on his lap, letting her tight anus completely envelop his desire. Her wet little hole didn't exert much effort as she slid down onto his huge member, swallowing it entirely. But the discomfort and swelling after sitting down made her twist her waist uncomfortably, sobbing and moaning, "Um... so uncomfortable... I... it hurts... so deep..."

"Is this what makes you happy?" Baili Xiaochi's alluring face flushed a light red from their frequent lovemaking. He breathed into her ear, listening to her soft moans, and smiled. He then gently lifted her buttocks and began to thrust in and out of her. Yelü Gonglin, aroused again, pulled her legs together and plunged his enormous member deep into her wet, flower-like opening. His large hands kneaded her soft, white mounds. "It hurts...it hurts so much..."

Nu Sang'er cried anxiously, writhing her buttocks. She felt as if Baili Xiaochi was piercing her anus, the burning heat... The enormous penis stretched her to its limit, smoothing out every wrinkle. Although she was so full she couldn't take any more, the two men forcefully held her waist tightly, writhing inside her relentlessly. She cried out in pain and discomfort, but the more pitiful her cries, the more it stimulated the men, driving them to pound into her deep, narrow flower cave with even more frenzied passion. Each time, their two thick, hot penises plunged deep inside, stretching the entrance of her flower cave out of shape, yet it still leisurely swallowed and exhaled due to the dripping honey water.

"Please...please, I really can't take it anymore, I can't take it...I can't take it..." Nu Sang'er felt her throat was about to go hoarse from screaming, her whole body ached as if it were falling apart, and her thoughts were becoming increasingly muddled. Her flower-like opening was being played with by the men, twitching uncontrollably. The feeling made her tears fall in fear and unease as she begged for mercy. With the men's increasingly frenzied thrusting, suddenly, her mind went blank, her body trembled violently, her head tilted to the side, and she fainted again. Looking at the woman in front of him, covered in bruises and who had fainted for who knows how many times, Yelü Gonglin paused his movements slightly. His gaze fell on her tearful face, and a strange emotion flashed across his eyes. He reached out and touched her cheek, then sighed, "If you had been my woman from the beginning, perhaps... you wouldn't be in so much pain... If you had been obedient and stayed by our side... serving us obediently... perhaps you wouldn't have suffered like this..."

Baili Xiaochi raised his eyes with a wicked smile, his piercing gaze fixed on the man opposite him, and chuckled, "Could it be that the Sixth Prince has fallen in love with her?"

Before Yelü Gonglin could speak, a man in black rushed in, his face pale, and said, "Reporting to Your Highness!! A major incident has occurred in the palace!"

Chapter 162 Why the Haste to Fight Each Other

"When did you become so flustered?" Yelü Gonglin frowned slightly, his expression displeased.

"Reporting...Reporting to the Sixth Prince...His Majesty...His Majesty has awakened!"

"Father has awakened?!" Yelü Gonglin's gaze suddenly turned cold as he looked at the trembling man kneeling on the ground. His handsome face was clouded with gloom, and his expression was extremely ugly. "When did he wake up? Who is serving him now?" "

He woke up half an hour ago. Prince Zhuo and the First Prince are both in His Majesty's bedchamber. I heard that Princess Luanxuan is also on her way to the palace!"

"What a bastard!" Upon hearing this, Yelü Gonglin's gaze turned cold. He slammed his fist on the edge of the bed and cursed angrily. After a moment, he glared fiercely at the man with murderous intent and roared, "What are you still standing there for! Go and fetch my court robes! Let those palace maids come in and serve you!"

"Yes!"

The man responded meekly and withdrew. Yelü Gonglin felt even more irritated. He paused for a moment, then turned to Baili Xiaochi, whose face was also pale, and said with a cold sneer, "Didn't you say that Father wouldn't wake up after being poisoned? The poisons of you Western Xia people are truly appalling!"

Seeing Baili Xiaochi remain silent with a sullen face, his gaze lingering as if deep in thought, Yelü Gonglin snorted angrily again, put on his black-gold robe, and walked towards the bed.

Two hours later, in the dimly lit secret chamber of the stone door. Deep and dark, with a chill in the air, a lone fire flickered in the chamber, illuminating the silhouettes of the four people inside.

"So, your father has not only regained his senses, but also, persuaded by Yelü Zhuo and the others, agreed to release Yelü Xuanyun and acquit him?" Baili Xiaochi asked, his brows furrowed. "How could this be? Wasn't Yelü Xuanyun always seen as a thorn in his side? Why doesn't he take this opportunity to make his most hated son disappear from his sight completely?"

"Even tigers don't eat their cubs, haven't you heard that? No matter how much he dislikes that cripple, he's still his son!"

Yelü Gonglin sat coldly on the stone throne, his vicious and sinister face resembling a demon in the firelight. He chuckled coldly, his gloomy face clouded with dark clouds. Suddenly, he stood up and slapped the silent woman standing in the corner hard across the face. A loud 'smack' echoed in the empty chamber. The woman's head snapped to the side, and a string of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. But the man was clearly not satisfied; his anger only intensified. He gripped her wrist tightly, choking her neck, and roared furiously, "You wretch! Didn't I tell you that when your father wakes up, the first thing you need to do is..." "Why didn't you notify me?! Didn't I tell you not to let anyone near Father? Didn't I tell you to stay by his side and carefully observe his changes, never leaving his side?! Why is that old, damned Consort Mei here with Father?! Why was she the first to notice Father was awake instead of you?! You useless wretch!!!"

After cursing like this, he raised his hand and began slapping her face repeatedly. Suddenly, a hand tightly grasped Yelü Gonglin's slapping hand. A warm, jade-like, yet cold, voice rang out in the dim firelight, "Please, Sixth Prince, show mercy." Yelü Gonglin's

sharp eyes stared directly at Ling Chunjian, the anger that hadn't subsided surging in his eyes rising again...: "What right do you have to interfere with my will? I can beat her however I want! I haven't settled accounts with you yet!" "If you hadn't led the princess out that night, she would be dead by now. Why have you caused me so much trouble!"

Ling Chunjian's expression remained unchanged, and he replied indifferently, "The princess still has value to us. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have known so quickly that the little eunuch was hiding in Dongxian Pavilion. Why rush to kill her?" Yelü

Gonglin was speechless, yet he couldn't swallow his anger. He kicked Yulu hard in the stomach, sending her crashing against the stone wall behind her. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground, groaning.

Yelü Gonglin, however, was not satisfied. He continued to kick her stomach and other soft parts of her body mercilessly, his movements brutal and cruel. The woman on the ground bit her lip and groaned, large tears streaming down her face.

"Yulu..." Ling Chunjian looked at Yulu, her face pale and covered in cold sweat, a pang of heartache rising in her eyes. She stepped forward to stop him again, but Baili Xiaochi stopped her with a hand. "My lord!" Ling Chunjian's handsome brows furrowed tightly, as if he wanted to speak but hesitated. Baili Xiaochi glanced at him with a wicked glint in his eye, his expression leaving no room for argument.

"This is the punishment she deserves. You don't need to interfere. If you do something wrong, you should be prepared to take responsibility."

"..." Ling Chunjian's eyes flickered with complex emotions. He wanted to say something but ultimately pursed his lips and remained silent. However, his cold yet gentle eyes, like the waters of spring in March, remained fixed on Yu Lu. His pale fingers clenched tighter and tighter inside his sleeves, until his entire arm began to tremble slightly.

After a long while, he suddenly spoke with his head down: "We haven't lost yet. Why won't the Sixth Prince give us a chance to make amends?"

"What do you mean by that?" Yelü Gonglin stopped kicking and turned his head slightly to ask.

Ling Chunjian slowly raised his eyes, glancing at the woman who was also silently watching him. His gaze swept across the shimmering lake, and he slightly raised his head, looking directly at Yelü Gonglin with neither servility nor arrogance, saying, "In my humble opinion, although His Majesty has awakened, the outcome is still undecided. Although he pardoned the Seventh Prince's crime, he did not blame you, Sixth Prince, did he? In my view, our most important task now is to eliminate the First Prince and the Fifth Prince. As long as we act according to plan, superficially stirring up conflict and provoking war between Cheng, Xia, and Liao, the First Prince and the Fifth Prince will be anxious and request to fight. Then, as long as the Sixth Prince fans the flames from the sidelines, His Majesty will surely fall for the trap and allow them to fight! At that time, won't the Sixth Prince be able to handle this important matter in the palace all by himself?"

Yelü Gong Lin pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "What a clever diversionary tactic! But what if they return and disrupt our plans again before I've finished preparing everything?"

Ling Chunjian chuckled, his gentle eyes suddenly turning cold and ruthless, as if swept by a gust of wind. "Once they reach the border between Liao and Xia, returning won't be so easy. We Western Xia people have always loved to eat tiger heads and skin tigers, haven't we, sir?"

Baili Xiaochi nodded, hands behind his back, and smiled, "Indeed, we'll probably have to invite the Sixth Prince to join us for this tiger head feast!" Yelü

Gong Lin lowered his eyes, pondered for a long time, then tossed his black hair over his shoulder, narrowed his eyes, and smiled coldly, "Alright, I'll trust you one more time."

Having said that, he dragged Yu Lu up from the ground, grabbed her chin, and said fiercely, "For their sake, I'll spare your head for now. I'll give you one last chance. If you fail again, you can bring your own head to me!"

He then shoved her hard to the ground, but Ling Chunjian caught her quickly and gently pulled her into his arms.

Yu Lu coughed lightly a few times, glanced at Ling Chunjian, and this time didn't push him away, but simply buried her face in his snow-white robes.

Yelü Gonglin glanced at the two of them lazily and sneered, "Baili, let's get out of here quickly, lest we get in their way."

Baili Xiaochi gave them a warning look, said nothing, flicked his robes, and followed Yelü Gonglin out.

The two left the secret chamber and walked one after the other under the flower trellis for a while. As they crossed a small bridge, a palace maid carrying several books hurried towards them. Perhaps she was walking too fast, for her foot seemed to trip over something, and her arm swayed, causing one of the books to fall right at Yelü Gonglin's feet.

The maid, seeing it was Yelü Gonglin, was startled and immediately knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy, saying she deserved to die.

Yelü Gonglin glanced at the books indifferently, noticing they were all in Central Plains script. A strange glint flashed in his eyes, and he coldly asked, "Where are these books being sent?"

"To the Seventh Prince. He said some of the books in the room were almost moldy and asked me to take them out to air them in the sun."

"Hmph, it really is him." Yelü Gonglin sneered, his face darkening. He casually picked up the fallen book; on that page was a short poem, Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poem": "Boiling beans to make soup, straining the beans to make broth."

The stalks burn beneath the pot, the beans weep within.

Born of the same root, why such cruel treatment?

To know oneself and one's enemy, and to win every battle, Yelü Gonglin had studied Chinese characters and poetry with many princes since childhood, so he was quite familiar with this poem and its allusions.

Now, seeing it again for no reason, he felt only irony and amusement. He curled his lips, slammed the book heavily into the young palace maid's arms, and sneered,

"Go back and tell your master to read this poem more often, otherwise he might not have the chance to read it again!"

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Chapter 163: Pregnant with offspring?

Three days later,

a group of graceful palace maids, carrying delicacies, fruit platters, and fine wine, entered the elegant and quiet palace in an orderly fashion. They placed their plates on the table, and in no time, the table was overflowing with delicious food.

"Seventh Prince, future Princess Consort, congratulations on finally being free from house arrest and regaining your freedom! Xuan'er toasts you!" Luan Xuan excitedly raised her wine cup, smiling sweetly at Yelü Xuanyun and Nu Sang'er.

"Count me in too! Congratulations to the Seventh Prince and... Princess Yu Luo, on being exonerated and your suffering finally over! I'll drink first as a sign of respect! Hehe!" Ye Fuge, who never missed a drop of fine wine, knew from the aroma that it must be good wine. Therefore, his fox-like eyes darted around quickly, not missing a single opportunity to drink. With a graceful movement, he raised his arm and tilted his head back. After the wine was gone, he licked his thin lips

with a lingering smugness, a charming smile on his face. "Thank you all!" Yelü Xuanyun, sitting in his bamboo wheelchair, also raised his cup in return, his gentle smile tinged with self-deprecation. "If it weren't for your help this time, I would have risked my life to save you, even at the cost of disrespecting Father... I don't know how long I would have been trapped in that woodshed, or perhaps my head would have already been separated from my body..."

"Pah! Seventh brother, you're saying such unlucky things again! Quickly punish yourself with three cups!" Luanxuan stuck out her tongue, chattering like a little sparrow.

"Hehe, alright, then I'll punish myself with three cups," Yelü Xuanyun replied with a slight smile, raising his cup with a clear expression. He indeed drank three cups in a row. However, his condition had only slightly improved, and although the wine wasn't too strong, it was clearly too much for someone who hadn't drunk alcohol for years. Before he could even put down the cup, he covered his mouth and coughed.

Seeing this, Nu Sang'er, who was standing guard to the side, quickly patted his back and skillfully soothed his chest, her gaze gentle and concerned. "Drink slowly... the imperial physician said your body isn't fully recovered yet... you should drink less..."

"Hmm... cough cough... it's nothing... I just drank a little too fast... it's rare for everyone to be so happy today... let me have a little..." Yelü Xuanyun patted Nu Sang'er's jade-like fingers that were resting on his chest, his gaze soft and tender.

The person sitting opposite them, watching the affectionate exchange between them, subtly darkened his expression.

Luan Xuan, her bright eyes scanning the two of them, covered her mouth and mischievously grinned at Yelü Zhuo, "Hehe, Fifth Uncle, look at how affectionate they are! Why don't we go all the way and tell the King to hurry up and arrange Seventh Brother's marriage? I think Seventh Brother can't wait to hold his baby! Hehehe!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's face darkened further. He took a sip of his cup, his gaze sharply sweeping over Nu Sang'er, before continuing to drink in silence. Nu Sang'er looked somewhat embarrassed, her head bowed, constantly rubbing her sleeves, remaining silent, but her eyes kept stealing glances at Yelü Zhuo's cold, hard face. Seeing his dark expression, she felt even more uneasy.

Yelü Xuanyun glanced at Yelü Zhuo's dark face, shook his head and smiled, "Xuan'er, you still like to joke about the Seventh Prince. I'll handle this myself, no need to trouble yourself."

Luanxuan, however, widened her eyes and continued to persuade Yelü Xuanyun earnestly, "What do you mean no need to trouble yourself! Your future sister-in-law has been in our Liao Kingdom for more than half a year. You should give her a title as soon as possible. Although you two are engaged, you haven't had a formal wedding yet. If you let her follow you like this, people will gossip a lot! I think you should give your future sister-in-law a title as soon as possible! ...Ouch!"

Luanxuan, who was lecturing seriously, suddenly exclaimed, frowned, and turned to Ye Fuge, who was winking at her, with an angry expression.

"Ye Fuge! I didn't steal any food! Why did you step on my foot again!"

Ye Fuge, who had already noticed something was off with the three of them, sighed inwardly at why he had married a woman who was even dumber than a pig, while smiling kindly at her with a fake benevolent expression, waving his fan and chuckling, "Hehe, my dear wife, don't misunderstand. I was afraid you'd only talk and not eat enough before coming home hungry. Come, let me get you a lamb's trotter!"

Luan Xuan glared at him inexplicably, but seeing the lamb's trotter he put in her bowl, she didn't refuse. She picked it up and began to chew it with relish. The room instantly felt much quieter, and the oppressive atmosphere gradually eased.

Unfortunately... after only two bites, she smiled brightly at the cold-faced Yelü Zhuo and said, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, don't just drink! Try this lamb's trotter too, it's really delicious!" "

Hmm," Yelü Zhuo responded faintly, picking up his chopsticks. Just as he was about to pick up the lamb's trotter, he heard Luanxuan chattering away while gnawing on it, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, do you think what I said is right or wrong? Don't you think they're a perfect match? You don't know how much trouble my future sister-in-law and Seventh Imperial Brother have really gone through while you were gone. I think if it weren't for my future sister-in-law's meticulous and considerate care, Seventh Imperial Brother would have had a hard time making it this far. You know, my future sister-in-law cooks for Seventh Imperial Brother herself every day, brings him medicine, sews his quilts, mends his clothes... and even..."

"Clang!" The sharp sound of chopsticks slamming onto the table abruptly interrupted the girl's incessant chatter. "Fifth Imperial Uncle... what's wrong..." Luanxuan, finally realizing that Yelü Zhuo's face was as black as charcoal, asked innocently.

Yelü Zhuo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to keep his voice calm. "I have some things to take care of. You all enjoy your meal."

With that, before anyone could speak, he abruptly stood up, flicked his sleeve, and strode out of the hall.

"Zhuo... Brother..." Nu Sang'er looked at his retreating figure, her eyes wide with surprise. She stood up to call out, but the words caught in her throat.

"What's wrong?" Luanxuan looked at Yelü Zhuo's back with a bewildered expression and asked. "Why does Fifth Imperial Uncle seem so angry? What did I say wrong?"

"I...I'm full too, please enjoy your meal."

Nu Sang'er stood there, stunned for a moment, then suddenly her eyes lit up, leaving behind these words before running towards the exit of the hall.

"...This..." Luan Xuan looked even more puzzled, staring blankly at Yelü Xuanyun. Yelü Xuanyun, however, indifferently avoided her gaze, lowering his eyes and saying calmly, "I'm a little tired, I'll go back and lie down for a while. Please make yourselves at home." With that, he slowly turned his wooden chair and walked towards the inner hall.

"Why...why did everyone leave..." Luan Xuan muttered, puzzled, while chewing on the lamb's hoof in her hand.

Ye Fuge shook his head and chuckled, waving his finger at her, "I'll give you six words."

"What?" she asked curiously.

Ye Fuge smiled slightly and said, word by word, "You reap what you sow."

Luan Xuan was stunned for a moment, then raised the half-eaten lamb hoof in her hand and threw it at him, shouting, "You're the one who reaps what you sow!! You're the one who deserves to die!!"

Outside the palace, by the winding bridge in the corridor, under the dense, misty flower trellis, a tall man in an indigo robe walked hurriedly, ignoring the woman's constant calls behind him, "Brother Zhuo... Zhuo... Brother Zhuo..."

Nu Sang'er ran to his side, panting, and blocked his way. Seeing his displeased look, her heart trembled, but she did not back down as usual. She just looked at him earnestly and said, "Brother Zhuo... I... I have something to tell you..."

"I have nothing to tell you." Yelü Zhuo glanced at her coldly and walked past him.

"Brother Zhuo, don't go... I really have something to tell you..." Nu Sang'er stubbornly clung to him again, tugging at his sleeve and calling out.

Yelü Zhuo looked at her irritably, his gaze venomous as he shoved her away. A mocking smile slowly crept onto his face, and he deliberately uttered humiliating words out of jealousy, "If you want to do that kind of thing with me, I have no interest whatsoever today, not even today, not tomorrow, not even the day after, never. If your lowly body is lonely and restless, then go find someone else!"

Nu Sang'er bit her lip, suppressing her heartache, and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No... Brother Zhuo, listen to me, actually... you... have been poisoned, it's... the Princess Consort poisoned you! That's why you often have headaches!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yelü Zhuo frowned, another sharp pain shooting through his head. That pain made his heart even more restless, especially every time he saw her, he felt increasingly irritable, and then his head would ache more and more.

He rubbed his temples, but a sharper, deeper pain surged within him, like a knife stabbing his head repeatedly, making him want to tear everything apart in a frenzy.

"Brother Zhuo... I'm not lying, I heard it with my own ears... You really are poisoned, I'm not lying to you! It was me... I heard her say it with my own ears!"

"Enough! Shut up!" Yelü Zhuo roared irritably, retreating step by step, his dark eyes bloodshot with pain as he glared fiercely at the woman who kept approaching him. "I'm telling you, get away from me! I don't want to see you! Get out! Don't follow me! Don't follow me! Go back to your Seventh Prince! Aren't you two deeply in love, a loving couple? Go find him! Go find him! I don't want to see you! Get as far away as possible! Get out!!"

His eyes bloodshot, he grabbed her wrist, shoving her violently to the ground, then coldly strode away without a second glance.

Yelü Zhuo had initially thought she would be too frightened to approach him again, but to his surprise, she reappeared before him the following afternoon. She appeared before Wan Cai'er, inside the Zhuori Palace.

Seeing the soup in his hand being swept away by her, a flicker of astonishment crossed Yelü Zhuo's face. A hint of confusion crossed his eyes. "What are you doing?" Yelü Zhuo's brows furrowed like a tangled mess, his glare fixed on the still-shaken Nu Sang'er with a mixture of depression and irritation.

"Brother Zhuo, I didn't lie to you! This porridge really is poisoned…it's true! You can't drink it anymore!! I heard it with my own ears!!"

Nu Sang'er, tears welling in her eyes, anxiously tugged at his sleeve. Her clear, gentle eyes held a yearning for belief and trust, as clear as dewdrops on a lotus leaf, without a trace of impurity. That purity stirred Yelü Zhuo's heart, compelling him to believe her.

"Is what she said true?" Yelü Zhuo looked at the broken bowl of soup, then at Wan Cai'er, asking softly. His dark eyes, weathered by time, flickered with unpredictable emotions.

"Heh..." Wan Cai'er showed no panic, only stroking her belly, and said with a soft laugh, "Your Highness, do you really believe such a ridiculous lie? Would you rather believe the words of a lowly Song slave than your wife, especially one carrying your child?"

"My child in your arms?"

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Author's Note: By the way, don't you all think Ye Fuge is actually quite loving? I even developed him into a healing character, hehehe, cute little fox.

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