[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 118 Imprisonment

In the brightly lit hall, several figures stood scattered, surrounded by guards.

Below, a man in a blue brocade robe knelt on the ground, his upper body half-paralyzed. His pale fingers trembled slightly on the cold stone bricks, their color as transparent as ice.

"Seventh Brother, although I knew your relationship with Father was strained, I truly couldn't have imagined you harbored such deep resentment towards him! I never imagined you would send someone to assassinate Father. Tell me, what is your punishment?"

In the shimmering shadows, a man in fiery red robes descended from the hall with a cold laugh, toying with the blood-stained blade in his hand for a moment before tossing it down in front of him with a '!'

Yelü Xuanyun glanced down at the blood-stained dagger lying on the ground, his brows furrowing tightly, his face turning slightly pale. The glaring dark red, so bloody and alluring, made him feel nauseous.

He covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed violently a few times. "What? Seventh Brother, are you frightened by Father's blood?"

Yelü Gonglin chuckled sinisterly, walking to Yelü Xuanyun's side. His cold fingers slowly pressed against Yelü Xuanyun's shoulder, his hypocritical smile repulsive. "I wonder if, when you sent Chi Mu to assassinate Father, you were just as panicked and fearful as you are now?

" "I didn't send anyone to harm Father!" Yelü Xuanyun abruptly shook off the hand gripping his shoulder, his handsome face showing a chilling anger and worry. "How is Father now? I want to see Father..."

"Hmph, you still want to see the King?" " He's truly persistent! I think the Seventh Prince is afraid that His Majesty will be blessed with good fortune and survive this calamity,

so he wants to finish him off!" Upon hearing this, the Noble Consort Mei, seated on the golden phoenix chair and dressed in a magnificent blue robe, frowned and shouted angrily. "Noble Consort Mei, please calm down. There are simply too many suspicious points in this matter. We cannot easily frame the Seventh Prince... What evidence do you have to prove that the Seventh Prince was responsible for Father's injury?" "

The eldest prince, Yelü Ji, stood in front of Yelü Xuanyun, his imposing face exuding authority without anger. "Besides, this blood-stained blade wasn't found in the Seventh Emperor's palace. It's like catching a thief red-handed; Sixth Brother, you'd better investigate thoroughly."

Yelü Gonglin smiled contemptuously, glancing sideways at the person beside him, and sneered, "Heh, eldest brother, have you seen clearly? This blood-stained blade was presented to our Liao Kingdom by the Western Xia Kingdom last year. I remember Father bestowed it upon the three bravest warriors in the palace, and Chi Mu was one of them. As for why it wasn't in his palace, eldest brother, Gonglin dares to ask, if you killed someone, would you hide the murder weapon in your own home?!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Ji was stunned, then angrily flung his sleeve, his face flushed with rage as he rebuked, "Sixth Brother, I am still your elder brother; don't be so presumptuous!" "

Gong Lin was merely asking casually, why is Elder Brother so tense?" Yelü Gong Lin smiled lazily, but his gaze was piercing. "Could it be that Elder Brother has also done something shameful, hence this tension?!"

"You...!" Yelü's eyes widened in anger, his throat bobbing violently. Suddenly, he forcefully swung his sleeve and roared, "This is utter nonsense!"

"Heh~ I was merely stating the truth," Yelü Gong Lin said with a cool smile, arms crossed, his gaze mocking and provocative.

"Sixth Brother also said there were three blood-stained blades, so what makes you so certain it was Chi Mu's doing?" Yelü Xuanyun frowned as he looked at Chi Mu, who was tightly bound by chains, his face deathly pale and blood streaming from his lips. A ripple of emotion flickered across his usually wise and calm eyes.

Yelü Gonglin smiled slightly, his gaze sharp and cunning. "Yes, there are indeed only three blood-stained blades. I have investigated, and both of those blades were with them. But when I questioned Chi Mu, he remained tight-lipped, unable to give a coherent explanation, and refused to hand over the blades! Why is that?!"

Ka Caiduo, nestled beside him, glanced at them sideways, toying with the nail polish on her hand, and said with a cool and malicious tone, "He used his blood-stained blades to assassinate the King. How dare he show them to the Sixth Prince? Everyone in the Liao Palace knows that once a blood-stained blade is stained with blood, the bloodstains can never be wiped off!" "

...Cough...I didn't...assassinate...Your Majesty...and the Seventh Prince never even considered such a thing..." Chi Mu struggled to raise his head, his gaze icy as he looked at everyone, speaking each word slowly and deliberately. His clear, cold gaze, when fixed on Yelü Xuanyun, was firm and resolute.

Yelü Gonglin smiled contemptuously, raising his head and coldly saying, "Then why did you remain silent and hesitate to hand over your weapon when I asked you to?" "

..." Chi Mu's gaze darkened. He glanced at Yelü Xuanyun, only to see that Yelü Xuanyun was also looking in his direction, her eyes, shrouded in a thin mist of sorrow yet exceptionally clear, silently conveying a faint doubt. Looking into that gaze, Chi Mu felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if stung by a bee. He pursed his hard lips, but ultimately lowered his head, remaining silent once more.

"Oh? Why aren't you saying anything? Our Sixth Prince has hit the nail on the head, and you're speechless?!" "Kacaiduo covered her mouth and let out a string of silvery laughter, then turned to Chi Mu's side, stroking his cheek with her fingers, and said coldly, "You are the most loyal dog I have ever seen. For your master, you are willing to risk your life, and you have not shown any remorse. What a tough guy! Hehe."

"I said, I did not assassinate the King!" Chi Mu disgustedly dodged her hand, his sharp, icy eyes flashing with murderous intent. Yelü Gonglin glanced back at the pale-faced Consort Mei, a hint of fierce killing intent flickering in his brown eyes. He raised his head and bowed to Consort Mei, saying, "The evidence is irrefutable. Now that Father is unconscious, everything depends on Consort Mei's judgment. I beg Consort Mei to see the truth! Execute this rebellious son who attempted to kill his father!" "

This..." Consort Mei lowered her eyes, her dark green brows furrowed tightly, unable to make a decision. After a moment of contemplation, her brows suddenly relaxed as if she had made a decision, her eyes brightening. Just as she was about to speak, Yelü Ji stepped forward and hurriedly interjected, "Please, Consort Mei, reconsider. My seventh brother is of pure and gentle character, unassuming and never quarrelsome. He wouldn't even step on an ant. How could he have committed such a heinous act? Moreover, there are too many coincidences and too many suspicious points in this matter. There must be a hidden story. I hope Consort Mei will investigate carefully and not be swayed by others or fall into their trap!"

Yelü Gonglin's eyes sharpened, and he retorted sharply, "There are witnesses and evidence in this matter. How can there be any doubts? I think someone is deliberately protecting him. Could it be... that the people involved in this matter are not just these two?!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Ji's expression changed drastically. He turned around and angrily said, "What do you mean by that? " "You dare to slander me too!"

Yelü Gonglin smiled smugly, his expression utterly arrogant. "I'm merely stating the facts. Eldest Brother, you're overthinking it, or perhaps... you're feeling guilty?"

"You!!"

"Alright, alright, you two, stop arguing! The King's misfortune and uncertain fate have already caused me immense worry, and your constant bickering is giving me a splitting headache!"

Consort Mei slammed her hand on the table in anger. After a moment, she wearily rubbed her temples, sighed, glanced at everyone, her expression cold and authoritative, and ordered, "I need to carefully consider this matter. Guards, take the Seventh Prince and Chi Mu into prison and keep them under strict guard until further notice!" "

Chapter 119 The Posture of Beheading

The evening clouds dispersed, revealing a pale sky like a sheet of glass, a shimmering silver plate, rising from the seabed, pure and spotless, with osmanthus blossoms scattered and jade dew just beginning to fall.

"I wonder how the ferret's injuries are? Shall we go and see it?" Luanxuan sat on the jade steps, waving a green gauze fan, eagerly watching Ye Fuge sipping fragrant tea and leisurely admiring the falling flowers.

"Calm down. Si Wumei doesn't like being disturbed. If you keep acting so rashly, he might just throw that ferret into the pot and cook it." Ye Fuge gracefully and slowly reached out to catch the petals that fluttered down from above, and then leisurely blew on them a few times.

"He wouldn't dare!" Luanxuan pouted, glaring angrily. But when she thought of Si Wumei's cold, unpredictable gaze, she couldn't help but shudder. Given his strange temper, it seemed quite possible for him to do such a thing. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and the more frightened she became. Her dark eyes darted around, and as if she had been burned, she jumped up from the ground, shouting, "Oh dear, oh dear! What if he really cooks and eats that ferret... No, no!" As she spoke, she pounced on Ye Fuge, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him up. "Hey, hey, slow down, slow down... This silk is very expensive. You can't afford to pay for it if you damage it!" Ye Fuge frowned, looking at his perfectly good sleeve being pulled and tugged by her. He raised his hand and tapped her head with his fan. In an instant, the two of them started playing around in the courtyard again, their playful antics growing fierce. Then, the steward, Uncle Hai, entered and announced, "My lord, Young Master Si has arrived."

"Oh," Ye Fuge casually put away his fan and replied. "What are you standing there for? Quickly invite him in!" Luanxuan's eyes lit up, and she called out anxiously, "Yes," Uncle Hai seemed to be used to the couple's completely different reactions, and replied expressionlessly before retreating.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Si Wumei walked in with a disgusted expression, carrying a cage. He casually tossed the cage into the courtyard, threw down the words, "Remember what you promised me," and turned to leave.

"Why the rush?" Ye Fuge's eyes flashed, and she leaped in front of Si Wumei, blocking his path with her arm. She grinned mischievously, "Since you're here, why not have a simple meal before you go? It's been a long time since we sat down for a drink and some conversation."

"Wow! This ferret is so much more energetic! Haha, I didn't realize you were so capable! Hehe." Luan Xuan took the ferret out of its cage, holding it high in the air, looking it over from all angles.

She stroked its snow-white fur with a sweet, innocent smile. She held the ferret for a while longer, then walked over to Si Wumei and couldn't help but mutter, "Hey? It seems a little thinner. Have you not been feeding it properly?"

"What do you feed it every day?"

"Oh dear, its left side seems to be missing a small patch of fur compared to the right. Did you remove it while treating it… Be gentle!"

"Look at its fur, it's all ruffled. Don't you brush it every day?"

Ye Fuge watched as the man, even with a heavy gold-rimmed black eye mask, couldn't hide the slight twitching of his lips. He then waved his fan, shoving aside the noisy girl who was obstructing their path and gesturing wildly. With a forced smile, Ye Fuge put his arm around Si Wumei's shoulder and led her towards the inner hall. "Wumei, they recently sent me some fine wine from the Western Regions, supposedly aged for hundreds of years. You should try it today and see if it suits your taste, haha."

Hearing about the wine, the man in dark blue robes finally brightened slightly, suppressing the fierce look in his eyes. He arrogantly snorted, shook off Ye Fuge's arm, and strode towards the inner hall alone.

Ye Fuge smiled helplessly, rubbing her nose, and followed him with the unapproachable back view, as if it were nothing new.

"Huh? Huh??? Fine wine? How could I miss out? You...you wait for me!" Upon hearing this, Luanxuan's stomach rumbled with hunger at the mention of wine. She hurriedly put the ferret back into its cage, lifted her magnificent, floor-length lotus-leaf skirt embroidered with colorful butterflies, and ran towards the two figures.

"Wait for me, I want some too! I want some too!"

A short while later, in the wine-scented inner room,

"Hehe, good wine!! Good wine...it really is good wine!"

Luanxuan slumped on the table, drunkenly shaking a wine jar and giggling. Her pretty face was flushed with intoxication, making her even more beautiful, like a sleeping begonia in spring. Unfortunately, the two men inside seemed completely oblivious to her charms, sitting far away from her as if it were a plague. One was utterly disgusted, the other utterly contemptuous. The girl, slumped over the table, seemed oblivious to their deep contempt. Instead, as if afraid they wouldn't notice her, she drunkenly waved her arms and the wine bottle in her hand, glaring at them with furious rage, shouting, "Ye Fuge, you big bastard! You secretly hid so much fine wine and didn't tell me! You deserve to die!! You deserve to die!" "

You deserve to die...you deserve to die...Guards, drag this shameless scoundrel out and execute him! Execute him immediately!!" she shouted drunkenly, making a beheading gesture across her neck. Then she buried her face in her arms, giggling incessantly. That joyful expression made it seem as if he truly saw Ye Fuge being pushed out to be beheaded. "..." Ye Fuge, seeing the extremely strange gaze directed at him, wished he could disappear into the ground. He silently covered most of his face with his fan, and after a long while, he dejectedly lowered the fan, sighing with his head down. "What a misfortune for my family! What a misfortune for my family!! How could I have married this crazy woman!"

"Heh~ I think she's quite a match for you, young marquis, who always likes to take unconventional paths." Si Wumei lowered his head and took a sip of wine. His usually cold and stiff lips unconsciously curled up in a mocking smile.

Unexpectedly, Luan Xuan suddenly raised her head, glared at Si Wumei who was drinking with his head turned to the side, and shouted unhappily, "That person isn't any better. Chop him up too!"

As she spoke, she made an even more ruthless beheading gesture at his neck.

"Pfft...cough cough cough...cough cough cough..." Ye Fuge, who had a mouthful of wine in his mouth, choked on the wine as he watched her actions. He could only cough incessantly while trying to suppress his laughter, his face red.

"What are you laughing at?" Si Wumei watched his handsome face flush red, then suspiciously turned to look at Luan Xuan, only to see a gesturing hand gesture, but not what she was saying. She asked with some doubt, "Ahem... nothing... nothing..." Ye Fuge waved his hand, suppressing a laugh. At that moment, he suddenly felt a little fortunate that Si Wumei was deaf; otherwise, if he had heard this, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Seeing that he wouldn't speak, Si Wumei didn't insist on asking further. But suddenly, as if remembering something, she raised her cold, sharp eyes to look at the nonchalant, dashing face before her, and said lightly, "I heard that a major event recently occurred in Liao. Do you know about it?"

Ye Fuge shook his head, looking at him curiously, "No, what is it?"

"I heard that the Emperor of Liao was assassinated a few nights ago, and the assassin was the Seventh Prince of Liao."

"Is that so?" Ye Fuge paused, his gaze thoughtfully narrowing. "...I've met that Seventh Prince a few times, and he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do that kind of thing..."

"What were you saying just now?? Who was assassinated?? What happened to Seventh Brother?!" Luan Xuan, who had somehow appeared behind the two of them, stared wide-eyed at them, her once rosy cheeks now pale with an unsightly pallor.

Chapter 120 You Marry Her, I'll Punish Her

"This can't be true! How could Seventh Brother assassinate the King! This must be a misunderstanding!" Luan Xuan shook her head vigorously, the flush on her cheeks visibly fading, her dark, watery eyes filled with shock and denial. "Seventh Brother would never do such a thing! Where did you hear all this from?"

Si Wu Mei glanced indifferently at her hand tightly gripping his sleeve, his brows furrowing in disgust. With a flick of his sleeve, he brushed her hand away with a look of utter disdain, coldly saying, "How should I know? If you don't believe me, go ask her yourself."

Luan Xuan was stunned for a moment, her body swaying and turning in place for a while. Suddenly, she grabbed Ye Fuge's clothes tightly and shouted anxiously, "Ye Fuge! Quickly order someone to prepare a fast horse for this princess. I want to go back to Liao Kingdom now! I want to go back to Liao Kingdom now!"

In the Liao Kingdom, on Baiyu Mountain,

in the boudoir of Menghua Pavilion, where the fragrance of irises filled the air, there was a magnificent and luxurious setting. The sound of a few konghou (a type of Chinese harp) flowed quietly in the room like water. On a table in the corner of the room, a man was leaning against the table, his head propped up by his hand, fast asleep. His cold and handsome profile appeared particularly deep and alluring in the backlight.

The woman kneeling beside the harp lowered her head and played softly for a while. Seeing that he was still not awake, she got up and walked to his side, gently sitting down beside him. Her charming face was very close to his handsome face, so close that it was almost touching his face. Her nail polished fingers were leisurely tracing his handsome and mature features, carefully depicting each stroke.

A moment later, the man's raven-feather eyelashes fluttered, and he slightly lifted his eyelids, revealing a pair of deep, dark eyes that seemed to hold a hidden depth. Wan Cai'er looked at the man before her, eyes sharp yet carrying a hint of coldness and ruthlessness, but showed no panic. She simply smiled sweetly and said softly, "Brother Zhuo, you're awake?"

Yelü Zhuo frowned slightly, glancing around the room, and asked in confusion, "I don't even know when I fell asleep. Did I sleep all night?"

"Hmm...yes...we were chatting in the room, talking about our childhood..." Wan Cai'er considerately handed him a basin of water and a handkerchief to wipe his face, then knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders, and said with a charming smile, "Perhaps you were too tired, Brother Zhuo, and somehow you fell asleep while we were chatting...I know you don't like to be touched or disturbed once you're asleep, so I didn't dare help you to bed...your shoulders must be sore and painful..."

“It’s nothing serious…” Yelü Zhuo shook his head, paused for a moment, and then said, “That Shulan assassin… he didn’t come last night?”

Wan Cai’er’s eyes flickered, her jade-like hand kneading his neck, her tone carrying a hint of seductive charm, “Well, he was supposed to come, but something might have delayed him… But although he couldn’t come last night, he did make things convenient for Cai’er. It’s been a long time since you and I chatted like this, Brother Zhuo, do you know how happy Cai’er is…”

Yelü Zhuo’s expression stiffened slightly. He pushed her hand away, stood up, and looked back at Wan Cai’er with a gaze that was three parts distant and seven parts cold. “Since that’s the case, I have something to do, so I’ll go back first. Sorry to bother you.”

After saying that, he didn’t look at her again and turned to walk out. “Brother Zhuo!”

"Brother Zhuo!! You...you don't go..."

The woman behind him cried out, her voice filled with pleading. Her soft, seductive voice echoed in the room, sounding incredibly humble. Unfortunately, even this desperate plea couldn't stop the man's steps. Yelü Zhuo knew he couldn't stop; otherwise, he would be giving her false hope. Rather than letting her waste her time in a fantasy, it was better to take this opportunity to end things.

"Brother Zhuo..." The woman behind him suddenly lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve, seemingly unwilling to give up.

Yelü Zhuo pursed his lips, his brows furrowing like distant mountains. He turned around, about to speak, when the door was suddenly pushed open. A strange series of bell sounds followed.

Seeing the tall figure standing in the doorway, both of them were startled.

"Oh? What's going on here? Prince Zhuo, my cousin was heartbroken while you were away, and now you're making her cry like this again?" Shu Lanci walked in, shaking the copper bell in his hand, his eyes flashing with anger as he stared at Yelü Zhuo.

"..." Yelü Zhuo didn't speak, only staring at the colorful bell twirling between Shu Lanci's two fingers as if he hadn't heard. His expression was cold, arrogant, and domineering, not to be ignored. "Is that the Soul-Summoning Bell in your hand? Can it cure the disease of losing one's mind?"

"...Heh..." Shu Lanci walked into the inner room as if no one else was there, sat cross-legged on the ground, casually played a few notes on the ornately decorated blue harp, and said unhurriedly, "So what if it is?"

"I want you to use this Soul-Summoning Bell to cure someone," Yelü Zhuo said arrogantly, his face cold and suppressing his inner anxiety.

However, Shu Lanci clearly wasn't buying it. He chuckled nonchalantly, toying with the bell in his hand, "Treat that Song woman?"

"Not bad."

Hearing this, Shu Lanci lazily yawned, still with a forced smile, "Why should I listen to you?"

Wan Cai'er hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and interjected, "Cousin, you mustn't be so rude."

Yelü Zhuo stared at him for a long time, his expression turning cold, his gaze icy as he said, "What do you want to heal her?"

Shu Lanci lazily thought for a moment, glanced at Wan Cai'er, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips, "It's very simple, as long as you're willing to marry my cousin, I'll heal her."

Chapter 121 Nu Sang'er was captured.

Shu Lanci lazily thought for a moment, glanced at Wan Cai'er, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips, "It's very simple, as long as you're willing to marry my cousin, I'll heal her."

"What if I refuse?" Yelü Zhuo said coldly, his face icy. "Then I'm afraid I can't help you." Shu Lanci's lips curled into a smug, arrogant smile. "This?!" Upon hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's expression clearly darkened. He clenched his fist and frowned, "Are you threatening me?"

"So what if I am?"

"A-Ci, you...you're drunk...you must have gone somewhere and gotten completely wasted again. You come here this morning to cause a scene. Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!" Wan Cai'er stood up in a panic and pushed Shu Lanci toward the door, turning back to Yelü Zhuo with an apologetic smile, "...Brother Zhuo, don't mind him. A-Ci is drunk. I'll ask him for a way to treat Miss Nu when he's sober."

"I haven't been drinking, and I'm not drunk!" Shu Lanci braced himself against the table beside him, ignoring Wan Cai'er's attempts to push him. His robust body remained unmoved, but he grabbed Wan Cai'er's wrist in exasperation and coldly questioned, "Cousin, what are you still torturing yourself for? Before he returned, you were heartbroken and lovesick every day. Now that he's back, he's brought back a complete stranger, a lowly commoner from the Song Kingdom. Why can you still tolerate this?"

"A'Ci! You...you stop talking..." Wan Cai'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, her expression seemingly pleading.

“Why can’t I say it? I’m telling the truth.” Shu Lanci glanced at Yelü Zhuo with a calm expression, then shook the soul-summoning bell in his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Do you believe me or not? I already used the soul-summoning bell on that lowly woman from Song yesterday.”

Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo’s gaze sharpened, his eyes fixed on him warily. “Who told you to do that to her?! Why did you use that on her?!”

Shu Lanci glanced at him, a shadow passing through his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged, only his smile was somewhat eerie. “Nothing much. I just wanted to test if this soul-summoning bell would work on her. I didn’t want to try it, but it really is…”

"Indeed?"

Shu Lanci, seeing the eager look on the handsome face opposite him, deliberately played with the bell in his hand for a while before speaking in a very soft voice, "This bell can indeed make her fall asleep without realizing it, and regain her senses in the midst of confusion."

Seeing Yelü Zhuo raise his eyebrows and a hint of joy flash across his face, he added with a slow, wicked smile, "However... it must be in a dream. Once she really wakes up from the dream, she will become foolish and dazed again."

"...How could that be? Is there no way to keep her regaining her senses?"

“Yes, I do. As long as I find three medicinal ingredients and add the Soul-Summoning Bell, I can restore her sanity. However, the condition is that you marry my cousin. What do you say?”

“…” Yelü Zhuo remained silent, his eyelashes trembling and casting deep shadows. He didn’t know how much time had passed, so long that Shu Lanci lost his patience, stretched, and walked out. Only then did Yelü Zhuo’s eyes flicker, and he called out loudly to his back, “Wait…wait a minute…”

“Oh? You agree?” Shu Lanci turned his head slightly, a strange smile on his face. “…” Yelü Zhuo’s brows furrowed even more. He pursed his lips, about to speak, when suddenly a maid who took care of Nu Sang’er rushed in, shouting, “Fifth Prince, something bad has happened! Miss Nu has been captured by the Dowager Consort!”

“How could this be?” Yelü Zhuo’s expression froze, and his face darkened instantly.

The maidservant, pale-faced, lowered her head and said, "In the Dream Flower Shade, there were several 'Dream Fragrance Snowflakes,' which were the Empress Dowager's most beloved plants. The Empress Dowager cherished them and cultivated them with great care. They were about to bloom, but for some reason, that young lady suddenly barged into the courtyard and destroyed those 'Dream Fragrance Snowflakes.' The Empress Dowager happened to see it and was furious, so she ordered her to be arrested!"

Chapter 122 Marrying her is a foregone conclusion.

"Mother..."

Yelü Zhuo stood dejectedly in front of the solemn bed separated by a layer of pale gold gauze curtain, looking at the figure inside, hesitant to speak.

A series of rapid coughs came from behind the gauze curtains. An angry voice, accompanied by intermittent coughs, drifted out, chillingly cold. "If you're here to plead for... cough cough... that vile woman, you can... cough cough... you can... not say a word!"

Yelü Zhuo's expression darkened. He was about to argue, but hearing the violent coughing inside and the medicine bowl on the table, he barely managed to suppress his temper. "Mother, what do you intend to do with her?"

The middle-aged woman behind the gauze curtains paused for a moment, then suddenly pounded the edge of the bed, her voice cold and angry. "You should know that I have always treasured these flowers. I have carefully cultivated them for over ten years, and they were about to bloom when that vile, insane woman destroyed them all in one night! Tell me... cough cough... cough... how should I punish her?!"

Thinking of the flowers being ravaged and filthy, Consort Mu couldn't help but feel angry again. She pounded the edge of the bed in agitation, her coughing becoming uncontrollable, her breathing labored.

Seeing this, the personal maid Suya, who was standing guard to the side, hurriedly stepped forward, patted her back, and gently comforted her, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your health is paramount. You just took your medicine, and the imperial physician said you mustn't get angry!"

"Mother, please calm down... Sang'er was indeed in the wrong, but..." Yelü Zhuo frowned, his face stern, and lowered his head, saying, "However, she was not in her right mind after all, and it wasn't intentional. I hope Mother can forgive her this time. Your son is willing to take the punishment for her."

"Punishment?" Consort Mu turned her head, looking at the stubborn and cold figure kneeling on one knee outside the gauze curtain. She wiped her lips with a handkerchief, a cold smile flashing across her face. Her misty gaze, like morning mist, fell on his back. "Are you really willing to take the punishment for her?"

"Yes."

"No regrets?"

"...No regrets."

"Very well, you agreed to it yourself," Consort Mu chuckled, slowly lifting the gauze curtain. Her phoenix eyes peered down at the kneeling figure, her expression dignified and imposing. "Then I will punish you by making you marry Wan Cai'er as your queen, and I will punish you by forbidding you from ever having any further dealings with this lowly woman from the Song Dynasty! Do you agree?!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Zhuo's expression suddenly froze. He looked up abruptly as if struck by lightning, his dark eyes cracking with icy light. "Mother! This!???"

"Are you trying to tell me you can't do it?" Consort Mu snorted heavily, her fingers gripping the jade mandarin duck hooks. Her sallow face was gloomy, tinged with murderous intent. "If you truly can't do it, I won't force you. At worst, I'll just have that wretch executed!"

Seeing Yelü Zhuo's face filled with gloom, his brows, like distant mountains, furrowed into a deep, indecisive mass, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly, she knew this was the best opportunity. She couldn't give him any more time to think. A glint flashed in her eyes, and she loudly ordered Suya beside her, "Suya, go and convey my decree. Take that wretch to the torture chamber and give her five hundred lashes first, then bestow upon her a three-foot-long white mourning cloth, letting her end her own life. If she's already exhausted, you... will do it for her."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Su Ya understood, nodded obediently with a smile, and was about to walk out with a dignified expression when Yelü Zhuo shouted loudly, "Stop!" He glanced at the woman sitting in front of him, who was high above him and could not be disobeyed in the slightest, and slowly lowered his head, his eyes filled with dark and turbulent light. "I...I...agree to your conditions..." He spoke in a cold voice, word by word, without much anger, but it was chilling to the bone.

Consort Mu, however, didn't care whether his voice was cold enough to freeze everything. She simply breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a loving smile, as if she had gotten what she wanted. "This is my good Zhuo'er. Your mother would never harm you. Cai'er is a good girl. You will be very happy with her, very happy..." "

..." Yelü Zhuo's stiff lips slowly curled into a sarcastic smile. He knelt on the ground for a while longer, his face cold, as if he understood something. He slowly raised his head and looked directly at her, saying, "Since Mother has 'gotten her wish,' her health should be much better now. May I see her now? Mother should give me some time to find a way to settle her."

"I am not entirely heartless. In that case, go find her. But remember, this time cannot be too long."

"Hmm,"

Yelü Zhuo replied briefly, got up, and strode out without looking back. It was as if staying even a second longer would fill him with disgust.

Watching the cold figure depart, Consort Mu smiled wryly, slowly leaning back on the gold-embroidered cushions. Her fingers twirled the string of bodhi seeds on her wrist, and she sighed inwardly, "Zhuo'er, everything your mother has done is for your own good. You will understand someday."

Half an hour later,

Yelü Zhuo brought the soaking wet Nu Sang'er out of the water dungeon. Holding her shivering body, she hurried through the long, winding corridor. Water droplets trickled from her hair and skirt, tracing broken arcs on the floor.

"Are you feeling better? Still cold?"

In the fragrant boudoir, Yelü Zhuo wiped the water droplets from her hair with a handkerchief, looking at her still pale and shaken face, and asked with heartache.

The girl, who had been stripped naked and wrapped in a peach-colored brocade quilt, gently shook her head. Staring blankly at him, her eyes gradually welled up with tears. "What's wrong? Don't cry... It's alright now..." Yelü Zhuo wiped away the tears on her face with his fingers, his deep voice filled with tender pity.

"Are you cold? Let me get you another cup of hot water." Yelü Zhuo looked at her still shivering body and got up to bring her a cup of tea. Before he could even stand up, she lunged at him and hugged him tightly. She held him so tightly, as if afraid he would leave, and cried out in his arms, "...Don't go...don't go...don't leave me...I...I'm scared...scared..."

Looking at her pitiful and helpless appearance, Yelü Zhuo felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a piece of it had been ripped out. He held her tightly with tenderness, gently patting her back and softly coaxing her, "It's alright, it's alright...I'll never let anyone bully you again...It's alright...it's alright..."

"Waaah...they were so mean...so much water...it was so cold...so chilly..." Nu Sang'er huddled in his arms, clutching his clothes tightly, shaking her head in grievance, sobbing uncontrollably with tears in her eyes, "Waaah...the flowers...the flowers...I didn't break them...I didn't break them...I...I was just...looking at the flowers...the flowers..."

"Waaah...just looking at the flowers...they're pretty...I just like looking at them...I...I...I didn't...I didn't...break them...I didn't...I...I...didn't..."

Yelü Zhuo looked into her clear, innocent, pure eyes, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. He comforted her by holding her even tighter, stroking her hair, his deep voice filled with tenderness and reassurance, "I know it's not your fault, it's not your fault...I know, it's alright...it's alright..."

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Author's Note:

I'm getting married. If I really do get married, I hope everyone won't have a big reaction, (*^＿＿^*) Hehe...

Chapter 123 I've Learned to Play Mind Games (Spicy)

The soft moonlight streamed in through the window, meandering silently like flowing water.

Silver-red curtains hung around the elegant room, shimmering quietly in the dim light. Occasionally, a few eerie bell sounds echoed enchantingly within the room.

"She can regain her senses like this?" Yelü Zhuo leaned against the wooden cabinet, arms crossed, watching intently as Shu Lanci put the bell with the strange totem in its lap. His gaze deepened, and he walked to the woman already asleep on the bed, asking suspiciously, "She's just asleep."

Shu Lanci chuckled sinisterly, glancing at Nu Sang'er before sitting down on a stool with a mocking look, returning his gaze: "I've said before, if you want her to be like a normal person at all times, you must find those three medicinal ingredients. Right now, all I can do is use the Soul-Summoning Bell to help her regain her senses after she falls asleep. When you truly marry my cousin, I will naturally treat her properly."

Yelü Zhuo's domineering and sharp gaze swept over him, his face expressionless and cold: "Since I've already promised you, I naturally won't go back on my word. However, I need to see her recover before I can marry your cousin. Otherwise, even if my brother personally issues an imperial decree for me to marry, I will never compromise an inch!"

"Heh~" Shu Lanci chuckled lightly, lowering his head to twirl the bell in his palm. A series of crisp, somewhat jarring sounds drifted intermittently through the room. Yelü Zhuo disliked the sound of the bell and frowned impatiently. "It's not that I don't want to serve the Fifth Prince, it's just that those three medicinal ingredients are very difficult to find. It will take me some time to find them, but I will do my best."

"Why should I believe you? How long is your 'some time'?" Yelü Zhuo looked at his ambiguous expression, his suspicion undiminished. His frost-like handsome face revealed a clear distrust. "Since you don't believe me, then forget it. I have many things to do, I won't keep you company any longer." Shu Lanci was no pushover either, and had a fiery temper. Seeing that they couldn't reach an agreement, he simply stood up and walked out as if no one else was there.

"Halt!"

"What, Your Highness, didn't you distrust me? Then why are you making me stay here?"

"You..."

...

So noisy, what is it? What are those two men arguing about? One of their voices sounds so familiar, so familiar—

it's Yelü Zhuo!

Nu Sang'er suddenly opened her eyes upon hearing that familiar voice and looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, she saw that familiar figure.

Her eyes lit up, and she happily propped herself up, calling out in a trembling voice towards the figure not far away. “…Zhuo…Zhuo…Brother…”

The man, who had been furious, froze upon hearing this soft call, his body stiffening as if petrified. After a long while, he slowly turned to look at her, his handsome, deep eyes filled with shock and delight. “Sang’er, you remember me? You remember who I am?? You remember everything?”

Yelü Zhuo strode forward joyfully, gripping her arms tightly, scrutinizing her from head to toe. “You really remember everything?”

“Yes, I remember…you are Brother Zhuo…Brother Zhuo…” Nu Sang’er looked at the face before her, and for some reason, tears welled up in her eyes, dripping onto her clothes. She felt as if she hadn’t seen him for a very, very long time, like ten years, no, it must have been even longer than ten years…

“Sang’er…” Looking into her eyes, which had regained their clarity, Yelü Zhuo was overwhelmed with emotion. He seemed to have so much to say, yet he didn't know what to say. He simply held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid that she would disappear from his embrace at any moment.

“Sang’er, don’t leave me again… Come back… Remember me, remember everything…” He whispered in her ear, a hint of vulnerability, an unbearable pain, flickered in his usually cold and indifferent eyes. “I… Sang’er… never thought of leaving Brother Zhuo…” As if being misunderstood, Nu Sang’er shook her head urgently, her eyes filled with tears as she tried to explain, “Sang’er has always been by Brother Zhuo’s side… but sometimes, for some reason, Sang’er is always very sleepy, and seems to sleep for a long time… having many strange dreams… and can’t wake up… Sang’er also wants to go to Brother Zhuo, but every time I’m held back by those mists, unable to find the way out… If it weren’t for the bell ringing just now that dispersed the thick fog, Sang’er… would still be trapped in those mists, unable to leave at all…”

“Mist…” Yelü Zhuo repeated solemnly, raising his hand to wipe away her anxious tears, and said softly, “…Soon there won’t be any more mists…”

“Hehe, how touching.” Shu Lanci appeared behind the two of them unnoticed, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He stared intently at Nu Sang'er, as if greeting an old friend, "Then shouldn't you be even more grateful to me? I'm your great benefactor. If I hadn't rung that bell, you'd still be trapped in that thick fog."

Only then did Nu Sang'er notice the other man standing in the room. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up, her body trembling violently. She stared in shock at the lewd man grinning at her, her face turning deathly pale, her lips trembling slightly. "It...it's you...how...could it be...you?"

"What's wrong? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" Yelü Zhuo, seeing her so frightened, turned back to Shu Lanci, his gaze, which had just softened, sharpening again. "Heh. How could I dare hurt the Fifth Prince's woman? Don't you think so, Miss Nu?" Shu Lanci gently blew on the bell, smiling as if nothing had happened.

"..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip tightly, looking at Shu Lanci's lewd gaze, and couldn't help but recall the humiliations he had done to her that night. However, she didn't want Yelü Zhuo to know at this moment, and didn't want this rare reunion to become so filthy. Therefore, she just lowered her eyes, shook her head vigorously, her body trembling slightly, and whispered through her tears, "...No...he...didn't hurt me...I...just...want to be alone with you, Brother Zhuo, for a while...please let him go out first, okay?"

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Yelü Zhuo glared coldly at the person in the way behind him and shouted.

"Heh, alright, I'll go out now, I won't disturb you..." He paused and chuckled, looking at Nu Sang'er's frightened gaze, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "I won't disturb your romantic night any longer, you should enjoy this beautiful night... it must be incredibly delightful..."

Having said that, he watched as the woman nestled in the man's arms grew even paler, her eyes filled with worry and fear. He chuckled to himself a few times, then turned and left the room.

"It's alright... he's gone..." Yelü Zhuo gently stroked her hair with his warm hand, his voice low and soothing.

"Mmm..." Nu Sang'er relaxed slightly this time, pressing her face against his chest, searching for that long-lost warm and reassuring scent.

The two embraced quietly, neither speaking. After a long while, Yelü Zhuofang lifted her chin with his fingers, his eyes shimmering like countless cold stars reflected in the sea at night. "Sang'er, I want you." "

..." Nu Sang'er was slightly stunned, then lowered her head shyly, her small hands clutching her sleeves tightly in embarrassment. But the shy smile on her lips was breathtakingly beautiful, especially the tender, affectionate glint in her eyes, making it impossible not to be moved.

"...Sang'er..." He silently gazed at Nu Sang'er's blushing face, his dark, watery eyes gradually darkening and deepening. He lifted her chin, lowered his head, and pressed his cold lips passionately and roughly against her pink lips, gently biting them a few times before eagerly probing into her mouth, entwining his tongue with hers.

His large hands roamed freely over her snow-white, exquisite body, his burning palms like hot coals, sending waves of heat through her wherever they touched.

The man's fingers would sometimes pinch and rub her clitoris, sometimes gently and sometimes forcefully kneading it. Waves of pleasure, growing stronger with each passing moment, spread from Nusang'er's nipples throughout her body. She writhed, moaning with a mixture of pleasure and longing. Her clear eyes were hazy and alluring with desire, and her pink tongue was being vigorously swirled by the man. With each breath, she was forced to inhale the unique, cool fragrance of his mouth. The intoxicating scent kept her deeply immersed in it, unable to extricate herself. From the very beginning, she was irresistibly drawn to the aroma, the aroma that had captured her mind from the very start. "Mmm..."

Yelü Zhuo's lips continued to frantically suck on the fragrance in the girl's mouth. Hearing her intermittent moans, the dormant fire dragon in his lower body suddenly surged with predatory lust, yearning to thoroughly 'ravage' the alluring yet unaware body before him. With a wave of his hand, he stripped off his clothes, revealing his strong and muscular body. The muscular, sexy chest revealed in the night, adorned with a black wolf tattoo, exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura like a poppy, captivating the eye and drawing all gazes away. Nu Sang'er stared intently at the mature and desire-filled chest before her, her heart pounding faster than a rabbit's, her face flushed crimson. "Have you seen enough?" The man's cold, deep smile held a hint of teasing.

"Ah?...Um..." she stammered, answering blankly. She quickly realized she was being too shameless, and in her embarrassment, she didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the man parted her long, slender, white legs and lifted them high!

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise, stunned for a few seconds before nervously shifting her legs, her face still flushed, unwilling to be stared at so openly and without any restraint.

Yelü Zhuo watched her embarrassed and struggling, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He wasn't in a hurry to pounce, but instead spread her legs wider, his hot hands cupping her snowy buttocks as he adjusted their position. This made her not-yet-fully-closed pink flower even more clearly exposed before his eyes. The crimson petals trembled slightly, and the round, tender clitoris swayed gently, as if making a silent, shy invitation. "Mmm...ah...no...don't look at me like that..." she cried out, trying to close her legs tightly, but it was too late. Her legs were firmly held in place, and no matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail. Instead, her sensitive private parts reacted under the man's burning gaze, gradually becoming moist.

"Just looking at it and you're already wet? You want it too, don't you?" The man smiled knowingly, deliberately provoking her. His hot, large member pressed tightly against her wet, pink lips as she blushed and didn't know what to do, slowly pushing it in. "Mmm... Burning... Mmm... Burning brother... It hurts..." This position allowed Nu Sang'er to clearly see how the man's huge member entered her. Watching the swollen dragon slowly probe into her narrow secret place, she cried out in fear and unbearable pain.

"Nonsense! I haven't even really gone in yet, how can you feel pain!?" The man's eyes narrowed mischievously, and he slapped her snowy buttocks as punishment. "You've learned to play mind games with me?"

"Ah... No... No..." Nu Sang'er's body trembled slightly, and she pouted aggrievedly, trying to explain in a low voice. Although the slap wasn't hard, it still made her feel a hot, humiliating sensation on her buttocks. Chapter 124 of

12-11:

Whispers in the Dead of Night (Spicy)

"Brother Zhuo... um..." Nu Sang'er's breathing was unsteady, her eyes glazed as she looked at the man on top of her, watching his thick member withdraw from her body and then quickly enter again. Her secret place, which was being forcefully filled by the huge, hot thing, trembled and contracted rapidly with the wild fluctuations of this weapon. The tight flower walls squeezed the hot dragon, and the burning heat of their flesh rubbing against each other made her face as red as fire, and also scalded her heart.

"Scream louder, I love hearing you scream..." He tightened his grip on her slender waist, gently kissed her cheek, then suddenly lifted her snowy buttocks, aiming at her swollen entrance, and thrust even harder. His hard, hot, and enormous member once again plunged to the hilt into her body, deeper, heavier, and wilder than ever before, plunging straight into her flower cave and rotating... bringing out cries of "Ahhh... um... no... stop... stop... ah... ha..." She cried out incoherently, her head tilted back, her seductive voice pleading intermittently. Her clear eyes were filled with tiny tears, and her two long, slender legs, raised high, swayed helplessly in the air. Her entire body was flushed and burning hot, drenched in sweat, her lower abdomen rapidly contracting and expanding, even her fingertips trembling incessantly.

"Do you really want me to stop? If you really wanted me to stop, why are you biting me so tightly!" The girl's delicate body trembled as the man's tongue maliciously licked her clitoris, and before the fiery dragon could subside, another sudden thrust struck, a surge of intense electricity coursing through her. She screamed again, her hands gripping the brocade mattress beneath her, her legs unable to escape his grasp, trembling helplessly as she endured wave after wave of impacts.

"Ah...ah...ah ah...um...no...don't do this..." Nu Sang'er arched her body, sobbing intermittently, her tear-streaked face a mixture of allure and beauty. Her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Yelü Zhuo, however, recklessly enjoyed this long-awaited pleasure. He felt the tender, slippery inner walls engulf him with each penetration, like a thousand tiny mouths greedily sucking and devouring him. The woman beneath him, her half-closed, watery eyes brimming with affection, arched her soft body, rising and falling with his thrusts, trembling and convulsing. Her moans, high and low, sounded a hundred times more potent to him than any aphrodisiac.

"Sang'er, have you missed me these past few days?" The man passionately stroked her cheek, his vast, dark eyes shimmering with a dazzling light.

"...Mmm...yes..." Nu Sang'er tilted her head back, her eyes misty with tears. With each increasingly intense, frenzied, and deep thrust from the man on top of her, she blushed and moaned uncontrollably, but her gaze towards the man before her was one of unwavering tenderness and infatuation.

"Oh? How much do you want it?" Yelü Zhuo's lips slowly curved into a smile as he lowered his head and asked in a seductive low voice. His erect member withdrew from the part that had made her sob, deliberately and slowly withdrawing from her body. Before she could even catch her breath, it pressed heavily against her swollen clitoris again, teasing and provoking it with each thrust. This caused her to twist her slender waist and cry out again.

"Mmm...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...mmm...mmm...I want it so much...I want it so much...I think about it every day..."

Waves of tingling and soreness inside her body made her moans sound like sobs, a chaotic mess. Every time the man entered, no matter how fast or slow, he penetrated extremely deep, as deep as it could go. Sometimes he would deliberately linger on a certain sensitive area, waiting for her to tremble and beg for mercy, then mischievously using the hot tip to slowly circle and lightly touch that spot. This made her whimper like a cat, her tender cheeks flushed with a mixture of ecstasy and unbearable pleasure. "Is that so..."

The man's deep, seductive voice entered her heart, tickling her heart like a jade scratcher, making her suddenly crave more care.

Looking into the woman's yearning eyes, Yelü Zhuo smiled knowingly, "Want more, don't you?"

Nu Sang'er's cheeks flushed even more, but she still shyly lowered her eyes, nodding gently with a charming allure, "...Mmm..."

"Then I will grant your wish!" The man whispered close to her earlobe, his voice carrying a bewitching allure, like a claw that could probe into her body, making her heart beat faster and faster.

He didn't enter her again, but instead turned her body over, making her sit on him with her back to him. A strong hand lifted her legs, raising them high, and his swollen member pressed heavily against her wet entrance from behind. With a gasp from the woman, the massive member once again mercilessly plunged deep into her body!

"Ahhhhhh!" she screamed, her body instinctively arching, but her waist was tightly held and she couldn't move. The thick, long, enormous thing, half-held and bitten by her two snowy buttocks, swayed arrogantly before suddenly plunging completely into her narrow honey hole again.

This position made it easier for him to penetrate her depths, and she, feeling very embarrassed by this position, blushed and lowered her head. But as she lowered her head, she could clearly see the huge dragon, roughly and slowly squeezing into her body. He seemed to be deliberately entering slowly, as if intentionally wanting her to see carefully how he entered her.

"Hmm...no...don't...hmm..." Nu Sang'er's eyes widened in shock, her gaze turning away in embarrassment, moaning softly. With each thrust of the man inside her, her beautiful face became even more vibrant and alluring.

"Mmm...ah...slower...faster...ah...so fast...ahhh...mmm...don't be so fast...ah..." The man seemed to suddenly increase his speed, the wild and wicked pace making her scream and cry, her eyes glazed as she moaned, her flat stomach heaving faster and faster, higher and higher.

"Ah...slower, slower...ahmm..." Uncontrollable pleasure piled up, pressing down on her as if her heart was about to explode. She pleaded intermittently, each thrust deep and forceful. The man seemed to be using all his energy in this moment, each stab pushing with all his might to the very depths of her, leaving no room for retreat; each withdrawal was equally ruthless and swift, a complete retreat, like an invincible army leading troops into battle. "Gently...gently...uh...no...ah...it hurts...ah...no...I...I can't take it...uh..."

The woman's coquettish pleas did not slow the man's pace. Instead, he suddenly released her legs, letting her half-squat on the ground, while he embraced her slender waist and continued to thrust even more fiercely and deeply. Hearing her trembling cries and moans as she could no longer bear it, the man frowned. After a few more deadly, rapid thrusts, he suddenly pressed her body down hard, lifted his hips, and thrust upwards with force. With a deep, heavy growl, a torrent of hot fluid shot into her womb.

"Ugh!!..." At the same time, her body convulsed violently, and a surge of heat gushed from the depths of her flower cave, flowing down her legs. She slowly slumped down as the man released his grip, silently sliding onto the brocade quilt.

Chapter 125 Unbearable Memories

"Princess, everything is packed. When shall we depart?" The maid, Muya'er, carefully checked and organized the contents of the bundle, and softly asked Luanxuan, who was staring blankly at an empty vase.

"Ah? Hmm... We'll set off first thing tomorrow morning!" Luanxuan snapped out of her daze, her cute little face contorted with indignation as she pounded the table, shouting, "How could Seventh Prince assassinate the King? He must have been framed! He would never do such a thing!"

Muya nodded vigorously, echoing, "Hmm, this servant doesn't believe the Seventh Prince would do such a thing either."

"No, no, my heart is pounding so fast. I have a feeling this is going to be very serious. No! We can't wait until tomorrow. Go tell Ye Fuge that I can't wait until tomorrow morning. Tell him to send more people to prepare quickly. We'll set off tonight. We must get back as soon as possible!" Luanxuan shook her head anxiously, urging.

"Yes, this servant will go do it right away," Muya hurriedly replied, walking out quickly.

Luanxuan paced around the room a few more times, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, feeling uneasy, she followed him out. She had barely stepped out the door when a gentle, refined voice called out to her from behind. "Lady Fushui..."

Luanxuan's gaze froze, her steps halting. A mixture of surprise and confusion flickered in her large, dark eyes. That voice sounded like... But how could it be? Hadn't he returned to Lin'an City? She must be hallucinating, but just as she was about to take a step forward, she heard a clearer, calmer call, "Lady Fushui."

Luanxuan turned around and looked at the handsome man smiling gently at her, his features warm and gentle. Her eyes widened in surprise, "Chunjian... Brother Chunjian... how... how did you come back? You... you weren't..."

Her gaze darkened, and she lowered her head in frustration and grievance, stammering softly, "Didn't you go back to Lin'an City?"

She remembered that day when Ling Chunjian learned that she had not only not returned the ferret but had also taken it away from the palace. His face turned pale with anger, and that day he coldly turned and left, returning to Lin'an City the next day without saying goodbye.

More than a month had passed since then.

“Yes, I had some urgent business at home that day, which required me to rush back overnight. So I had no choice but to leave without saying goodbye. It was indeed my fault,”

Ling Chunjian said calmly, her tone gentle and soothing. Her clear, sparkling eyes were captivating.

“Oh… I see… I thought… I thought…” Luanxuan nodded blankly, her cheeks slightly flushed as she bit her lip and whispered, “I thought… you were angry with me, that’s why you left without saying goodbye…”

“How could that be? I was so rude before. Please forgive me, Madam,” Ling Chunjian bowed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of guilt.

"Oh dear, don't be like that, it's too formal!" Luanxuan was a little unaccustomed to his distant behavior, and hurriedly waved her hands, smiling sheepishly, "Let bygones be bygones. I was a bit too reckless before. I'm going back to Liao soon, so don't worry, I'll definitely send it back to Consort Yu as soon as I get back!"

"Well, then I'll thank you on behalf of Consort Yu, Madam." Ling Chunjian nodded gently, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

"Hehe, I told you not to call me Madam, I still prefer you to call me..."

"Luanxuan, is that so?" Ling Chunjian gazed at her tenderly, his voice low and melodious, like a green leaf floating in a mountain spring, tickling the heart.

"Yes, that's right! I like hearing you call me Luanxuan!" Luanxuan covered her mouth and giggled, her round, rosy face even more beautiful with joy.

Ling Chunjian smiled faintly, remaining silent, his gaze gently fixed on her childlike, excited smile. "By the way, why did you suddenly come back? Did you come back to see him?" Luan Xuan blinked, then gestured dismissively in a certain direction in the courtyard. "There are some things to do, but it's not entirely about seeing him. Actually, I have something else to do since I came back. I wonder if you'd be willing to come with me?"

"Oh? What is it?" Hearing this, Luan Xuan's spirits lifted, her expression becoming even more curious. Ling Chunjian lowered his eyes slightly, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You'll know once you come with me."

"Now?!" Luan Xuan was taken aback, blurting out, "Um, is it inconvenient?"

"No...no...it's not inconvenient..." As if afraid of missing such a good opportunity, Luan Xuan hurriedly waved her hands in denial. But after a moment, she sighed with some difficulty, whispering, "It's just...we're setting off back to Liao Kingdom tonight..."

"I see," Ling Chunjian nodded slightly, turning away with a somber expression. After a pause, he suddenly said softly, "Since the princess has something to attend to, I can't force her. At most, I'll just have to wrong her again. Anyway, I've already wronged her too much; I don't care about adding another sin to my list."

"Brother Chunjian, what do you mean? What do you mean by wronging her? Who have you wronged? I don't understand!" Seeing his hesitant and gloomy expression, Luanxuan anxiously tugged at his sleeve and asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"

Ling Chunjian sighed softly, his eyes, as dull and gloomy as withered leaves, fixed on her clear, black-and-white eyes. He gazed at her for a long time before speaking in a low, hoarse voice, "If you really want to know, then come with me to 'Bo Huan Cliff,' twenty miles outside the city."

Luanxuan frowned, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Alright, let's go then."

On Bo Huan Cliff, yellow leaves fell rustling in the wind. The sound of the flute was desolate, and the air was filled with an indescribable sense of bleakness and desolation. Yellow leaves, like moths drawn to a flame, fluttered incessantly against the solitary figure holding the jade flute in the howling wind. The raindrops fell on his shoulders and hair, tangling and tangling with his jet-black hair, impossible to tangle.

His eyes, which were originally clearer and more aloof than black jade, were now wet and reddish, as if stung by something. Not far away, a white memorial tablet was inserted in a thick pile of yellow leaves. On the small and exquisite tablet, fine characters were neatly engraved: "Memorial Tablet of My Deceased Wife, Ye Qiurou." The usually chattering girl in the red dress was unusually quiet, sitting on a rock with her arms crossed, listening quietly to the tuneless, desolate, and mournful sound of the flute. After an unknown amount of time, the flute music gradually faded away. Luanxuan's pink lips parted and closed several times before she finally couldn't help but ask, "Is the person on the memorial tablet your deceased wife?" "Yes," Ling Chunjian nodded, lowering his beautiful black eyelashes. He put away his jade flute, rose, and gently cradled the memorial tablet in his arms, stroking it tenderly. His careful expression suggested he was protecting the most precious thing in the world. Although she told herself she shouldn't be jealous of a deceased woman, Luanxuan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when she saw the tender, flowing gaze in his eyes as he looked at the memorial tablet. She had never seen Ling Chunjian with such an expression. He was usually like a spring flowing in a mountain stream in spring, serene and gentle. Although he was generally kind and gentle, he always carried a hint of cool detachment, like a deep mountain forest, never truly warming anyone's heart. Just as flowing water is both affectionate and indifferent. But at this moment, he seemed to have suddenly gained flesh and blood, making Luanxuan feel that he was much more real than before. "Then you..." Luanxuan was unsure whether she should interrupt their 'reminiscing' at this moment. She hesitated, unsure of how to speak, when she heard Ling Chunjian's gentle and soft voice flow out like a gentle stream, "Qiu Rou is my wife, and the woman I love most in my life. She is beautiful, skillful, and gentle. We have a very good relationship. Every time we go swimming hand in hand, many people envy us, saying that we are a perfect couple..." " Hmm, I heard Fuge say that your... affection back then made him very envious." Luanxuan suppressed the sour feeling in her heart, scratched her head, and smiled. “Heh, he did say that…” Ling Chunjian chuckled self-deprecatingly, his fingers resting on the spirit tablet appearing particularly pale in the dim twilight. “…Although Qiu Rou was gentle by nature, she loved to travel. She always told me that she loved autumn and wanted to see what autumn looked like in every corner of the Central Plains. She said she wanted to go with me to see it, to go to a different place every autumn, until we were too old to travel anywhere…” “Did you bring her here before?” Luan Xuan glanced at the spirit tablet in his hand and asked softly. Ling Chunjian slowly shook her head, her deep, pool-like eyes reflecting a trace of regret, guilt, and intense self-mockery. "Unfortunately, I was young and impetuous then, and didn't know how to cherish her. Back then, I was always immersed in studying painting, either gathering with fellow painters to appreciate their work or visiting a reclusive master painter in Lin'an. I neglected her so much. Now, thinking back, the place I took her to most was the lotus pond where we first met… If I had known our time together would be so short, I certainly wouldn't have treated her like this…" Chapter 126: The Battle of the Male and Female "I swore at her grave that every autumn of my life, I would take her to a place she had never been before, to see with her what autumn there was different about…" Ling Chunjian lowered her eyelashes, smiling as if talking to herself, but the smile looked utterly desolate and sorrowful. "So, you returned to Youzhou City this time to accompany her to see the autumn here? Then why do you need me to come with you…?" Luanxuan was still somewhat confused. She walked over and squatted down beside him, touching the eerie spirit tablet with her finger before quickly withdrawing it. "...The scenery here is beautiful; I think you'll like it too." "Me?" As if surprised that he cared so much about her, Luanxuan pointed to herself, her round eyes wide as she stared at the person opposite her. But Ling Chunjian didn't speak again, only lowering his head and tightly clutching the black spirit tablet in his arms, remaining silent. The autumn wind blew incessantly along the cliff, making his wide robes flutter and scattering his smooth, black hair, adding a touch of desolation to his gentle, handsome face. Luanxuan bit her brow, patiently sitting on the ground piled with thick yellow leaves, beside him, not disturbing him any longer. She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that she unconsciously hugged her arms and fell into a deep sleep. ... When she woke up, the crescent moon had already risen in the east. "It's dark? How come it's dark so quickly! I actually fell asleep!" Luanxuan rubbed her eyes and looked at the pitch-black surroundings, startled, and jumped up from the ground. "I'm sorry, I saw you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you." The person beside her looked up at her calmly, the smile on his lips still gentle and faint, only his face was somewhat pale in the moonlight. "Ah? This... um, never mind, it's alright!" Luanxuan rubbed her eyes again, looking at Ling Chunjian's handsome face so close to hers, her heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously shook her head with a silly smile. But soon, she realized what was happening and exclaimed in a daze, "Oh no, it's so dark, how am I going to get down the mountain? They've already packed their things and are waiting for me to go back. This... no, I have to hurry back!" She muttered to herself, got up and ran down the mountain, but before she had run a few steps, she tripped over something and fell hard to the ground. Instantly, a tearing pain shot through her ankle. "Ouch! It hurts! My foot hurts so much!" Luanxuan cried out in pain. She tried to get up, but the piercing pain immediately made her body go limp, and she collapsed back to the ground. Seeing this, Ling Chunjian quickly got up and went to her side, looking at her with concern. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I... my foot hurts so much... I..." Luan Xuan gasped, her brows furrowed tightly. "My foot hurts so much... it hurts so much..." Ling Chunjian frowned slightly, carefully examining her injury by the moonlight. After a moment, he sighed softly, "It seems you've twisted your ankle. You can't go down this mountain for now. You'll have to stay here for the night."

"How can this be! They're still waiting for me to set off! My seventh brother is still waiting for me to rescue him in the Liao Palace! I must hurry up and go, or it will be too late if the Empress Dowager really issues the decree!" As soon as Luanxuan heard that she could not go down the mountain until tomorrow, she immediately became anxious. She stubbornly supported herself and tried to stand up. "I'm fine... I want to go down the mountain now... Ah! Ouch!"

Before she could finish speaking... She staggered and fell heavily into Ling Chunjian's arms. Looking at her pale face, Ling Chunjian's gaze softened, and he gently advised, "It's so dark, and you've twisted your ankle. How can you possibly get down the mountain? If you stumble down like this, you'll probably faint halfway down, making your injury even worse and delaying your rescue. Just listen to me, stay on the mountain for the night, and I'll take you down tomorrow."

"But...but..." Luanxuan still looked down the mountain, unwilling to give up. She comforted herself, "It's not as serious as you think, is it? I think I can make it to the bottom...then we can hire a carriage and we won't have to walk..."

"But it's already so dark, and the mountain path is rugged and difficult to see. What if you fall again and something happens? How am I supposed to explain this to Fuge?"

"He won't ask you for any explanation!" Luanxuan pouted nonchalantly, thinking of that man's carefree and frivolous appearance, and said angrily, "I think he'd be happy if I just fell to my death and never came back to bother him again!" As

she said this, she made a move to struggle down the mountain again, but her arm was pulled forcefully by Ling Chunjian, and her body bumped back into that warm chest. A faint sandalwood fragrance wafted into her nose, and the water in her eyes involuntarily rippled. The man's gentle voice was just like a spring breeze blowing in her ear, "How could that be? There will always be someone who cares."

Although he spoke vaguely and his meaning was unclear, in that quiet valley and in the tranquil moonlight, she still felt her heart begin to beat faster because of his words. Her cheeks flushed without her realizing it. She secretly glanced at him, only to find him also gazing at her intently. His eyes, clear as spring water, seemed especially alluring and captivating, perhaps because of the night, like a deep, emerald pool beneath a thousand-year-old locust tree, drawing one in without realizing it.

She forgot to protest, and like a young girl in love, her face flushed, she let him carry her towards a dilapidated mountain temple not far away.

Luanxuan's foot injury wasn't actually serious; it had healed considerably after a night's sleep. But as if fate was deliberately playing tricks on her, just as she was anxiously preparing to descend the mountain with Ling Chunjian, a bolt of lightning struck the gloomy sky, and a torrential downpour began. The rain was fierce and inescapable. She and Ling Chunjian stared at each other for a long time before finally retreating back into the mountain temple.

The heavy rain lasted for two whole days. Fortunately, the temple on the mountain was regularly cleaned and tidied, and there were many offerings inside, so their stomachs didn't suffer too much.

The rain continued until the morning of the third day, when it finally started to drizzle and almost stopped. Seeing this, Luanxuan hurriedly pulled Lingchunjian down the mountain. However, since it had just rained, most of the mountain path was muddy and slippery. Several times, the two almost fell, and their pace had to be much slower than usual. So, when the two of them, covered in mud, returned to their lodging, 'Yihong Weicui,' it was almost dusk.

As soon as the two reached the door, it opened, and a maid in yellow carrying a basket came out. She paused for a moment upon seeing them, then ran towards them, her voice trembling with tears, "Madam! Young Master Ling! Oh, you're finally back! The Marquis has been searching for you everywhere these past few days! We almost thought...we thought you'd met with some misfortune! Waaah...it's so good you're back, so good you're back! Where have you been?!"

"Oh, don't even mention it, Muya'er, we've had such bad luck!" Luanxuan said, rubbing her face, which was covered in rain and mud, exasperated. "We just wanted to go to Bo Huan Cliff to see the scenery, but we twisted our ankles. We planned to come down the mountain the next day to meet you. But then this damned rain started, and I've been stuck here for two whole days! Anyway, where's Ye Fuge? Quickly tell him to have someone prepare the horses; we need to get back to Liao Kingdom as soon as possible!"

"Oh. I'll go find the Marquis right now!" Mu Ya'er nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran towards the door while shouting, "Marquis, Marquis, you don't need to worry, Madam is back! She's back safe and sound!"

Before she even reached the gate, a lazy and frivolous voice drifted out from inside, accompanied by a woman in an exquisitely tailored jade brocade robe.

"I saw her. So she's not dead. Go tell Xiao Dazi to put away those two strings of firecrackers for later use

. " Luan Xuan, whose face was originally full of smiles, froze instantly. Looking at the frivolous and arrogant smiling face that appeared before her, she clenched her fists tightly a few times, but still couldn't help but rush in front of him, raising her dirty little face to glare at him angrily, saying, "What do you mean by that? You're not worried about me at all, and you even hope I'll die out there!! And you'll set off firecrackers to celebrate, you're really too heartless! You're absolutely ruthless!!"

Ye Fuge looked her up and down disdainfully, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and nonchalantly waved his fan, elegantly smiling as he asked, "So what if I am?"

"You??!!" Luan Xuan was truly furious this time. Without thinking, she swung her arm towards his face, but before it could touch him, Ye Fuge tightly grabbed her wrist, making her unable to move an inch.

"Ye Fuge, you big bastard! Let me go! Let me go!!" Luan Xuan struggled and shouted angrily, but the more she struggled and shouted, the colder Ye Fuge's face became, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly sinister.

Seeing their stalemate, Mu Ya'er hurriedly stepped forward to persuade them, "Madam, don't be angry. Actually, the Marquis isn't what you think. He really did send many people to look for you these past two days. He's been very worried about you, it's true!"

"Hmph! You don't need to speak well of him, I don't believe it!" Luan Xuan forcefully pulled her arm back, still glaring angrily at Ye Fuge, her domineering eyes seeming as if she wanted to devour the man in front of her.

“Muya’er, it was raining when we came down from the mountain. The mountain road was muddy, and Lady Fushui got soaked. Why don’t you take her inside to wash up quickly, lest she catch a cold?” Ling Chunjian spoke softly and gently. Her voice, as gentle as a spring breeze, could calm even the most furious person without them realizing it.

"Oh, up the mountain! Madam, look, you're all wet. Let me help you wash up and change your clothes," Mu Ya'er nodded knowingly, carefully pulling Luan Xuan's hand towards the gate. Luan Xuan turned her face away and snorted, saying nothing, and followed for a few steps. When she reached Ye Fuge's side, she suddenly stopped, shoving the expensive jade brocade dress hard with her dirty, muddy hands, still undeterred in her anger, "See? That's what a man does! You should learn from him! Humph!"

Ye Fuge watched the corner of the skirt arrogantly sweep past her eyes, and then saw her newly made dress, which cost a thousand taels of silver, now covered with such an unsightly mud mark. Flames blazed in her peach blossom eyes. Her once beautiful lips twisted into a smile that was almost distorted.

"Ahem... Fuge..." Ling Chunjian coughed softly, covering her mouth, and patted his shoulder with a feigned look of sympathy, comforting him, "The princess is still young, you should be more tolerant."

"Hehe, tolerant, tolerant, I will definitely be tolerant," Ye Fuge laughed again, seemingly unaffected. She even pretended to elegantly wave her fan, looked him up and down, and said with a teasing smile, "But speaking of which, this is the first time I've seen you in such a disheveled state. This scene is truly something that Si Wumei should come and see."

"Heh, no need for that," Ling Chunjian smiled faintly, gently brushing aside the paper fan that was casually resting on his chin. "I should go back and freshen up, change my clothes, and take my leave."

Ye Fuge didn't stop him, but after he had taken a few steps, she suddenly tilted her peach blossom eyes, staring straight at his back, and said lazily, "Chunjian, I remember we both studied celestial phenomena with Senior Xun Daozi. Did you really not know it would rain there before you took her to Bo Huan Cliff?"

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Chunjian stopped, slowly turned around, and casually met his gaze with her calm eyes, saying lightly.

Ye Fuge tapped his head with his fan and laughed mischievously, "Heh, nothing. I'm just curious how you could not see something that even I could tell? What could make you, Chunjian, knowing it would rain on the mountain, still take the princess there?"

Ling Chunjian's eyes flickered, and she coldly turned her back, saying, "Perhaps my skills have declined. I really didn't notice it was raining on the mountain. These wet clothes are truly unbearable. I'd better leave first." Chapter

127 Yelü Zhuo's Heart Changing?

After the rain, the autumn sky is clear, and the mountains are adorned with the fresh green of newly

grown eyebrows. In the courtyard, a few yellow leaves twirled and fell from the branches. Two birds of unknown name called out to the clear blue sky, flapped their wings, and flew away.

Inside the green curtains, a delicate figure slowly got off the bed, swayed, and came to the window. She stared blankly at the falling yellow leaves outside the window. Her clear and beautiful eyes were no longer hazy and confused, but bright and clear like a normal person's.

"Brother Zhuo... Brother Zhuo..." The girl nestled by the window, calling out in a daze for a while. Suddenly, as if she had completely woken up, she excitedly looked around and cried out, "Brother Zhuo, Sang'er remembers! Sang'er remembers everything! Brother Zhuo, where are you?!"

She circled the room a few times, making sure no one was there, then hurriedly yanked open the door, excitedly calling out, "Brother Zhuo, where are you? I remember everything, Zhuo..."

Her earnest calls were abruptly cut off as the door opened. Her excited and eager gaze instantly turned to fear and timidity. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she instinctively reached back to close the door, but just as it was halfway closed, a strong arm reached in and pressed it down, pinning it against the corner of the door. "Are you unhappy to see me? Why did you close the door?"

"You...you don't come any closer...don't come any closer!" Nu Sang'er watched in fear as the tall figure blatantly entered, her entire body tensing. She quickly retreated into the house, maintaining a wary distance from him.

Shu Lan smiled, a smirk playing on his lips, and stepped into the room, slamming the door shut behind him as she watched, his smile deep and dangerous.

"Why didn't I come closer? If it weren't for the Soul-Summoning Bell and those medicinal ingredients to cure you, you'd still be a fool or a madwoman!"

Nu Sang'er frowned, her expression unmoved by his words. The pain he had inflicted on her those nights was like a brand, branded into her heart, making her restless. "...Brother Zhuo...I want to see Brother Zhuo...Where is he?" Nu Sang'er didn't want to say much to him, only frowning as she asked what was on her mind.

"Him..." Shu Lanci tilted his head and thought for a moment, then silently approached her with a smile on his face, "He went to Mount Mutala with my cousin, and won't be back for ten days or half a month."

"What...what are they doing there?" Nu Sang'er bit her lip, stopping her retreating steps, but in that moment of distraction, she gave the man an opportunity. He suddenly strode forward, grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and sat her on his lap. His large hands roamed over her chin and neck. "They went to pray for blessings. Mount Mutala is the most beautiful and spiritual mountain in our Liao Kingdom. Every year at this time, couples go up the mountain to pray for blessings. Couples blessed by the mountain god will never be separated, grow old together, and have many children and grandchildren."

"Let me go! Put me down!!" "Put me down!!" Nu Sang'er bit her lip hard, trying to avoid his light, thin fingers, struggling desperately in his arms. Her heart ached slightly at his words. "He won't...he won't abandon me...he said he wanted to be with me...put me down, I want to find him, I want to find him...you're lying to me..."

"I'm telling the truth. You've been foolish for so long, that man hasn't loved you for a long time! He only said that out of pity! Instead of being devoted to that man, you'd better serve me well as before. If you serve me to my satisfaction, I'll naturally make you feel comfortable and ecstatic, how about that?" "

Shu Lanci spoke in broken Mandarin, his merciless eyes gleaming as he feigned a tender nibble on her neck. The deep red beaded necklace hanging from his forehead slid and rubbed against her exposed collarbone, cold and painful.

"You're lying... I don't believe you, you're lying to me... He wouldn't... He wouldn't..." Nu Sang'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, pushing him away. Her face, which had regained its color, paled again. "He won't abandon me... Brother Zhuo... He won't..."

"You really have faith in him. Fine, how about we make a bet?" He grinned wickedly, his large hands kneading her breasts heavily through her thin clothing. Watching her body struggle, tremble, and gasp, the lewdness in his eyes grew even more pronounced. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, twisting it hard.

"Mmm... Ah... What... What do you want to bet on?"

Shu Lan lifted her chin, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled coldly, "Let's bet on whether he'll still be attracted to you when he comes back. If he doesn't love you anymore, you'll have to obediently serve me from now on and be my slave!" Nu

Sang'er stared at him in astonishment, her eyes wide. Before she could speak, his fingers lifted her chin again, and her pink lips were instantly covered by his sexy, full lips. Not long after, the man released her lips, his voice domineering and leaving no room for negotiation, "The bet is settled."

That day, Nu Sang'er thought he wouldn't let her off so easily, but he did nothing more, simply making the bet with her before leaving.

In the following days, she indeed did not see Yelü Zhuo. Moreover, the people in Meng Huating disliked her. Apart from one or two maids who were somewhat better, everyone else treated her as if she were a lowly slave, showing extreme disdain and contempt. Fortunately, Nu Sang'er was always gentle and mild-mannered and disliked arguing with others. With no one paying attention to her, she was able to enjoy some peace and quiet. She mostly stayed in her room and rarely went out. Occasionally, when she felt bored, she would sit by the lake, counting the days and waiting for Yelü Zhuo to return. Just thinking about his happy and joyful appearance when he saw that she was cured made her feel happy, and her gentle, flower-like eyes couldn't help but smile.

That day, she sat by the lake for a long time and grew tired. She stood up and walked towards her room. Just as she rounded a corridor, she overheard several maids whispering under the eaves. "Ah, I never expected that the Seventh Prince, such a gentle and refined man, would send someone to assassinate the King!"

"Sigh, this must be what they Central Plains people mean by 'knowing a person but not their heart.' To be honest, it's not surprising. The Seventh Prince has never been favored. I heard that if the King hadn't neglected him, he wouldn't be crippled like this. So, I think the Seventh Prince has long held a grudge! The conflict has only escalated and become uncontrollable!"

"Sigh, but I still think the Seventh Prince seems like a good person. I think he's the gentlest of all the princes, and he's so handsome. It's a pity he's about to be beheaded; it's such a shame..."

Nu Sang'er hadn't intended to pass by, but overhearing their conversation startled her. When she heard the last maid mention execution, she was even more terrified. Hesitating for a moment, she quickly walked over and anxiously asked the maids, "Is what you're saying true? The Seventh Prince… he… he's really going to be beheaded? What… what happened?" "What happened is none of your business!" one of the maids glared at her arrogantly.

"That's right, what's it to you? Who do you think you are, interfering in the Seventh Prince's affairs!" another maid shouted arrogantly.

"...You've misunderstood...I...I just wanted to show some concern..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip, her voice gentle as she tried to explain, but the two maids became even more arrogant. "Concern? What right do you have to care about our Seventh Prince? Who do you think you are!"

"Hmph, that's right, look at this lowly Song woman, seducing our prince wasn't enough, she even wants to seduce our Seventh Prince! Shameless!"

"No...I...I didn't...I didn't mean that..." "How can you say you didn't mean that? You meant that! Shameless!" "Shameless!"

"Hey, don't be like this...I didn't mean it..." One of the maids couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to say something, but she was quickly pushed aside by the others. The other maids surrounded her and began to hurl insults at Nu Sang'er even more fiercely, some even pushing and shoving her.

Just as things were getting out of hand, a dignified middle-aged woman called out to them from not far away, "What are you all doing making a ruckus there?! The Prince will be back tonight, so hurry up and prepare dinner!"

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Author's Note:

It's so hot, I'm dying of heat! Tomorrow night's conflict will be incredibly exciting, so don't miss it, hehe, okay, actually, the angst is more exciting, pfft.

Chapter 128 Your Place is Too Small (Slightly Spicy)

Under the starry night sky, at the banquet, singing and dancing filled the air, the lights were dazzling, the celebratory drinks and laughter blended together, creating a lively atmosphere. On the red carpet between the banquet tables, there was a huge bronze stove, on which sat a whole roasted lamb with a golden-brown, glistening skin and tender, crispy meat. The rich aroma of the meat deeply tempted everyone at the banquet, and some impatient guests couldn't help but hold their knives and secretly swallow their saliva.

Consort Mu smiled as she looked at the scene before her, raising her cup to the crowd. Her solemn eyes sparkled with laughter. "This sheep was specially brought back from Kutalam Mountain by Zhuo'er and Cai'er. We heard the mutton there is exceptionally delicious. This isn't the palace, so there aren't so many rules, and we don't have any outsiders here. Everyone, please enjoy yourselves and don't be shy."

"Alright, haha!"

"Thank you, Consort Mu!"

Just as everyone was laughing and agreeing, a waiter approached the roasted sheep, which was already crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. He drew a gleaming, sharp knife and skillfully began to cut the mutton. The burly waiter first cut off the sheep's head and placed it on a large plate. Then, after making a cut on the sheep's back, he cut off pieces of meat from both sides of the spine and served them to the guests at the banquet.

"Brother Zhuo, this mutton is indeed delicious. You should try some too." Wan Cai'er gently nestled softly against Yelü Zhuo, picked up a piece of mutton with her chopsticks, and held it to his lips.

"..." Yelü Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and ate a piece from her hand.

This ambiguous action naturally fell into the gaze of Consort Mu, who nodded in satisfaction, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and smiled lovingly at Wan Cai'er.

"Cai'er, did you have a good time on the journey? Did Zhuo'er bully you?"

Wan Cai'er smiled shyly, glancing tenderly at the man beside her, and said obediently, "Your Highness, you're too kind. I was able to have so much fun thanks to His Highness's attentive care."

"Oh, really? Don't let him brush you off so easily. My son is good in every way, except he doesn't know how to cherish women or be gentle!"

Wan Cai'er smiled sweetly again, her fingers gently covering Yelü Zhuo's arm, and said happily, "It's true. Zhuo-ge has been really good to me on the journey. A few nights ago, I caught a cold and wasn't feeling well, and His Highness held me the whole time. He didn't get a good night's sleep for several nights to take care of me. Thinking about it now, I still feel a little guilty..." "

...It's all trivial. Why bring it up?" Yelü Zhuo frowned slightly, interrupting her expressionlessly, but there wasn't much displeasure in his voice.

"I'm so touched!" Wan Cai'er blushed and nestled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her voice held a hint of coquettishness, but her eyes were full of smiles as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Hehe, it seems we need to get things arranged as soon as possible..." Someone shouted from below, which immediately drew applause and cheers from the crowd.

"Yes, yes! Haha!"

"A perfect match, truly a match made in heaven!"

"Yes, yes!"

Not far away, in an inconspicuous corner of the banquet, a girl in white sat alone at a table. Her beautiful face was pale in the darkness. She frowned deeply as she looked at the two people on the brightly lit platform, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Zhuo...Brother..."

she murmured softly to herself, gazing intently at the man's handsome face, hoping his haughty, aloof gaze would fall upon her. But it never did. He seemed completely oblivious to her presence, as if he had forgotten her altogether. He sat regally and majestically in his chair, occasionally whispering a few words to the woman nestled softly beside him. His expression had lost its usual coldness, revealing a hint of tenderness, or perhaps... gentleness.

Looking into his eyes, a sudden, sharp pain pierced her heart. Her pale white nails dug into her palms, quickly turning them crimson with the blood seeping from them. By the time she felt the pain, her nails were already a vibrant, deep crimson.

The night deepened, the moonlight grew even more subdued.

In a secluded corner of the Dream Garden, a dim lamp still burned silently, and faint sobs could be heard emanating from the room.

Inside the room, Nu Sang'er lay alone on the bed, tears streaming down her face, soaking her clothes. Her delicate, chrysanthemum-like eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her

slender fingers clutched her chest tightly. Why did it hurt so much? It hurt like she was dying. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Yelü Zhuo's gaze on that woman again—that patient and gentle look—making her heart ache unbearably.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Before she could answer, the person outside walked in uninvited.

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and looked up at the familiar figure who had entered. The tears she had just wiped away started flowing again. "Why are you crying?" Yelü Zhuo frowned slightly, his dark, deep eyes scanning her up and down before asking softly with some doubt.

"I...it's nothing..." Nu Sang'er shook her head, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the face she had longed for day and night, and said dreamily, "Brother Zhuo...I'm better...I remember everything...Sang'er's illness is cured..."

Yelü Zhuo's eyes lit up instantly. He strode forward, held her shoulders, and carefully examined her watery yet exceptionally bright and spirited eyes. He couldn't help but smile with joy, "You're really better? You really remember everything?"

"Mmm... I remember everything..." Nu Sang'er nodded vigorously, her gaze fixed on his handsome, mature face, on his captivating dark eyes. The unique fragrance emanating from him made her want to throw herself into his arms and hug him tightly. But... when she saw the bright red sandalwood mark on his navy blue robe, her heart felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Yes... how could she forget... this was the very spot where that woman, so full of longing, had just nestled... this very chest... Perhaps it no longer belonged to her… no longer belonged to her…

Yelü Zhuo, however, was unaware of her thoughts. Seeing her staring blankly at his chest, he simply pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, and said, “It’s good that you remember, it’s good that you remember…”

Nu Sang’er rested her head on his chest, and for some reason, she seemed to see Wan Cai’er lying on his chest again. The fragrance lingering in front of her nose clearly carried the unique scent of that woman. She frowned and struggled out of his embrace. She tugged tightly at her sleeves and took two steps back, looking down.

“What’s wrong?” Yelü Zhuo asked in a puzzled voice.

Nu Sang'er raised her eyes, opening her mouth as if to ask him about his relationship with that woman, why he was so good to her, and whether they were really going to get married. But looking into his deep, dark, and cold eyes, she couldn't bring herself to ask. She lowered her head, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and whispered, "...No...nothing..."

"Little thing, you're playing this coy game right after you've recovered?" Yelü Zhuo's thin lips curled slightly, looking at her with unfathomable depths. Seeing that she remained silent, only looking at him with a wronged expression, he simply bent down and picked her up, striding towards the bed. "Then tonight I'll grant your wish!"

"Mmm...ah..." She was thrown onto the bed with considerable force, her back aching from the impact. Before she could even turn over, a tall man pinned her down. His thin white dress was pulled up by two large hands, revealing most of her snow-white body, her delicate, snow-white breasts shyly exposed to the man's gaze.

"No...don't look at me like that..."

Feeling Yelü Zhuo's burning gaze fixed on her breasts, she struggled shyly, trying to cover them with her clothes.

But before she could even struggle, both her wrists were grabbed by the man's large hand and pressed above her head. His fiery gaze roamed over her body with unbridled bravado, his thin lips curving slightly. "What are you ashamed of? You've been in Liao for a while now. You should learn to be more open and bold like them. That way, men will have more fun."

Nu Sang'er looked at him with a flushed face, her eyes revealing embarrassment at his unrestrained words. She wasn't from Liao, so how could she be as wanton and open as those women, submitting to a man's pleasure? The actions she had taken with him before had already made her feel ashamed. Did he have to go even further now? She lowered her eyes, nervously biting her lip. For some reason, she thought back to how she had acted the same way before, but he hadn't said anything. Was it because that woman's wantonness and pleasure under him made him feel so good that... he didn't like seeing her so shy?

She was lost in thought, a bitter feeling welling up inside her. Just then, the man's large hand covered her soft breasts, kneading them in his palm as he chuckled, "...If these were bigger like the women of our Liao Kingdom, they would be even more beautiful..."

Hearing him repeatedly compare her body to other women, and recalling what she had seen at the banquet, the pain in her heart grew increasingly unbearable. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled and cried, filled with jealousy, "Then go touch her! She'll definitely make you very satisfied and comfortable. Go find her..." ( Chapter 129

, December 11th , Unable to Accept Pleasure (Spicy)) "Go find her...go find her..." Nu Sang'er cried and struggled. "Find who?" Yelü Zhuo asked, raising an eyebrow. His fingers, without any attempt to conceal themselves, slowly probed between her legs. Nu Sang'er trembled slightly, clamping her legs together. Heartbroken and awkward, she turned her head away, sobbing, "...it's that woman you were hugging and cuddling with at the banquet. She must be very good at serving you. If you're not satisfied with me, go find her..." Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo paused slightly, thinking to himself that he hadn't paid much attention at the banquet, but she had seen everything. Sensing her resistance, he frowned again, forcefully spreading her legs and placing them between her waists, preventing her from closing them. His fingers then probed deep into her hidden flower-like opening, saying absentmindedly, "Don't be willful. It was just an act between us." "Ah~" Nu Sang'er's delicate body trembled again. She reflexively tried to close her legs, but the man forcefully held them back. His rough, hard fingers, disregarding her tense body and the soft inner walls of her flower-like opening, relentlessly pushed and thrust, penetrating to the very root of her increasingly moist opening. "Hmm...it hurts...hmm...so you...you really were just playing around...but why...why did you look at her with such tenderness..." Nu Sang'er's body went limp, biting her lip tightly. Her watery eyes gazed at him, hazy and helpless. Although the two fingers inside her made her whole body feel tingly, itchy, and painful, there were some things she couldn't understand at the moment, and she couldn't find peace of mind. "You don't believe me?" Yelü Zhuo narrowed his lustful eyes in displeasure, his two fingers punishingly twisting and grinding the hard little pearl, sometimes flicking it hard, sometimes scraping it with his nails, until she collapsed onto the bed like a limp rag doll, writhing and moaning seductively. Her juices flowed uncontrollably from his fingers. "Mmm...no...ah..." Nu Sang'er gasped, shaking her head, her tear-streaked face flushed red from the man's skillful manipulation, her waist twisting weakly under his large hands. "Since that's the case, then there's no need to ask." Yelü Zhuo raised an eyebrow, his deep gaze catching her anxious question. He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, exposing her shy, pink vulva even more blatantly before his eyes. Watching the petals inside open and close shyly and nervously, Yelü Zhuo's throat bobbed. The next instant, he extended his tongue, his expression sexy and seductive as he licked that sensitive area. "Ah...it's so itchy...there...um...not there...no...uh..." Waves of intoxicating, bone-melting pleasure followed... The man's fiery tongue swept over her entire body, causing her to tremble and moan softly. Her legs, pulled up and raised, rubbed restlessly against his shoulders, as if trying to escape, yet also yearning for deeper surrender. "Do you like it?" Yelü Zhuo asked, licking her sensitive areas while simultaneously probing and teasing her vulva with two fingers. Seeing the mixture of infatuation and reproach in her sparkling eyes, he felt a surge of pleasure and a stronger urge to tease and torment her. The heat surging within him intensified. "Is it comfortable, hmm? Answer me?" He maliciously licked her swollen, erect clitoris hard, his smile blazing. "Ahhhhhh..." Touched like that, Nu Sang'er immediately tilted her head back, her pink lips slightly parted, and let out a soft moan. Her breasts trembled, and her soft, watery eyes were filled with even deeper desire. But just after that intoxicating pleasure, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she remembered something very important. "Do you want it, Sang'er?" Yelü Zhuo's fingers penetrated deeper into her flower cave, probing and teasing, his gaze fixed seductively into her eyes. His other large hand kneaded her breasts, and he asked softly, "...Wait...wait a minute..." Nu Sang'er struggled to break free from her desire, grabbing his arm with her other hand, and said anxiously, "There's something I forgot to ask you. This afternoon in the Imperial Garden, I heard the palace maids say that the Seventh Prince has been arrested and thrown into prison, and will be beheaded soon. Is that true?" Yelü Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and a hint of displeasure flashed imperceptibly in his dark, vast eyes. "At a time like this, you ask me something like this?"

"...Can't I ask?" The innocent Nu Sang'er didn't notice the strange ripples in his eyes, but still asked with some worry, "So, is it true? You know about this too? Then why didn't you tell me? The Seventh Prince... he's really going to be beheaded? Is there any way to save him... ah... um... it hurts..."

A sharp, suffocating pain deep within her flower-like opening made her body tremble violently. She stopped her continuous questioning and cried out in pain. Looking at the man whose face had suddenly turned as black as a storm cloud, she bit her lip fearfully, her eyes still filled with confusion and innocence. "I... I... what did I say wrong?"

"What did you say wrong?" Yelü Zhuo sneered, his eyes chillingly cold, and the fingers gripping her breasts tightened. "Do you know how humiliating it is for a man to think of another man while she's being pleasured by him?!"

Nu Sang'er was stunned, looking at the storm brewing in his eyes, and hurriedly shook her head, trying to explain, "No, it's not what you think, I was just worried about his safety, that's all..."

"Whether he lives or dies is none of your business!" Yelü Zhuo said coldly, his eyes blazing with anger. His furious expression was like that of a wild beast baring its teeth and roaring in anger, as if its territory had been invaded. Seeing his fierce look, Nu Sang'er dared not say another word. She knew that further explanation would only displease him, so she lowered her head and murmured, remaining silent. However, since his temper had already erupted, given Yelü Zhuo's personality, it was not something that could be easily suppressed. His dark eyes flashed like a sharp lightning bolt, and his fingers, as if punishing her, thrust and poke harder into her flower cave, each thrust deeper than the last, from one finger to two, and then from two to three, forcefully thrusting in and out of her swollen flower cave.

Nu Sang'er felt an unbearable, tearing pain in her lower body, her breasts aching from his large hands gripping them. But no matter how much pain she endured, she dared not struggle, knowing it would only further enrage the man before her. However, the man's brutality did not cease because of her suffering; instead, it intensified with a jealous and vicious cruelty. Wave after wave of tearing pain made her turn her face away, closing her eyes and sobbing softly.

Yelü Zhuo, seeing her weeping again, felt his aroused desire extinguished by her tears. A nameless anger rose within him. Annoyed, he lifted her chin, staring coldly into her eyes, and said sharply, "Cry, cry, cry... What are you crying about now? Is crying all you do when you see me?" Startled by his loud shout, Nu

Sang'er stared blankly at him, two tears welling in her eyes.

Yelü Zhuo, his face dark, coldly withdrew his fingers from beneath her, straightened his clothes, got out of bed, and turned his back to her, his voice chillingly cold: "You're feeling better now, you should rest well tonight."

With that, he turned and walked away. Nu Sang'er, tears welling in her eyes, cowered, staring blankly at his dark figure. The figure receded into the distance, and just as he was about to push open the door and leave, an inexplicable fear suddenly welled up within her, as if he would never return once he stepped out tonight.

That fear turned her face deathly pale, her eyes stinging with tears. As the door opened, a gust of cold night wind swept over her, the biting chill sending a shiver down her spine. Almost without thinking, she threw herself off the bed, tightly embracing his strong waist from behind, her pale face pressed against his back. Two lines of tears streamed down her face again. Her soft, melodious voice held a humble plea, "Brother Zhuo...don't go...don't go...don't leave Sang'er...don't leave Sang'er..."

Yelü Zhuo's gaze deepened, and he stopped. He lowered his proud eyes, looking at the pair of pale, trembling hands wrapped around his waist. He sighed heavily, turning back to look at her eyes, filled with longing and fear, their dark depths unfathomable. "Brother Zhuo, Sang'er said the wrong thing. If you don't like what I said, I promise I won't say it again..." As she spoke, Sang'er's pale cheeks flushed. She glanced at him shyly, then lowered her head gently, her face blushing as she whispered, "...whatever you want Sang'er to do, Sang'er is willing to learn. Sang'er will definitely make Brother Zhuo very happy in bed..."

Yelü Zhuo looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes showing little emotion, but rather a deeper, more profound look than ever before. Youyuan pursed his thin, cold lips, listlessly pushed her hands away, and said indifferently, "I am indeed very tired tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm going back now. You should get some rest." After

he finished speaking quietly, he stopped looking at her and walked out the door without looking back, leaving Nusang'er standing there in the room, dumbfounded. The blush on her cheeks, like peach blossoms, had not yet faded, but was quickly soaked with a string of clear tears.

Chapter 130 The Deepest Pain is Silent

Time flows like water, fleeting and ephemeral, like a wisp of smoke lingering on your fingertips, gone in an instant.

Sunrise and sunset, beginning and end of the month. It seems like only a moment has passed, and several days have gone by. In the soft afternoon sunlight, by the vermilion window frame, Nu Sang'er lowered her head and counted on her fingers. Ten days, it's been ten days. Ten days since that unpleasant night, and he hasn't come to see her again. Although he doesn't come to see her, she always... She often saw him, whether at dawn or dusk, in the Hundred Flowers Garden or the secluded corridor. She always saw his figure, that arrogant and haughty figure, suddenly appearing, then slowly disappearing with the beautiful and delicate figure beside him.

No one knew what had happened during their trip to the sacred mountain, but their Prince Zhuo's attitude towards Wan Cai'er was indeed very different from before.

Rumors about him and Wan Cai'er were common knowledge within the small 'Dream Garden': that she personally prepared breakfast for him every day; that they often discussed military strategy until late at night; that his volatile temper had gradually softened with her company; and that they had set a wedding date and would be married in a few months…

Every word, whether she wanted to know or not, whether intentional or unintentional, clearly entered her ears, haunting her like a nightmare.

"Brother Zhuo… do you… like Sang'er now? Don't you really want Sang'er anymore?" She pulled out the turquoise bracelet from her sleeve—the one that had never left her side no matter what circumstances she faced—and murmured to herself, tears welling in her eyes.

The beads were more lustrous and warm than before, and felt cool to the touch, much like the feeling of missing someone.

Closing her eyes, she could almost recall their first meeting, the cold, piercing gaze in the boy's deep, unfathomable eyes. Though unfriendly, for some reason, she felt they were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, so unique, and yet…unforgettable.

Should she give up? If he truly no longer wanted her, should she quietly leave? Open?

Love? Ha, yes, how could she be so foolish? Thinking about it carefully, he had never said he loved her, nor had he ever said that one day he would marry her.

Was everything before just wishful thinking on her part? Perhaps, his feelings for her were just a passing fancy, something to play around with, and now that he was tired of it, he didn't want to play anymore and wanted to end things hastily?

As she thought about this, she suddenly felt as if someone was stabbing her heart with a sharp knife, blood gushing out, but the knife seemed unsatisfied, just stabbing it again and again, creating hole after hole, big and small.

Pain, her heart ached so much…

Nu Sang'er, tears welling in her eyes, gripped the window frame with one hand and pressed the other tightly against her heart. Her clenched fingers tore the pale blue orchid embroidered on her chest into creases, leaving only a tattered fragment. If she truly gave up, if she truly left like this, if she truly never saw him again… never saw those deep, dark eyes again, never heard his deep, magnetic voice again, never touched his embrace, sometimes domineering, sometimes tender… If all of this no longer belonged to her, but to another woman…

Thinking of this, her body suddenly shivered, a bone-chilling cold making her look around blankly. She shook her head, muttering to herself in a dreamlike voice, “No, it can’t be like this… I don’t want to lose him like this, I don’t want to… I can’t give up like this… I can’t…”

“I can’t lose Brother Zhuo…”

“I can’t lose… I can’t…”

“…I miss you… I really miss you…” Nu Sang'er clutched the string of turquoise beads tightly in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless. A chilling, utterly draining feeling washed over her, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She buried her face in her hands and wept bitterly, desperately crying out to the air, "Please, don't leave Sang'er alone...don't leave Sang'er...don't leave...don't go..."

The night was silent, the autumn dew heavy and

cold. Beneath the seemingly calm surface, the deep, dark darkness churned silently, like a merciless face watching the world's lovesick men and women struggle in agony.

A breeze seemed to blow, rustling the withered yellow leaves piled on the stone steps. A pair of hibiscus-colored embroidered shoes silently trod upon the leaves, making the sound of the leaves shattering even clearer and colder.

Following the pair of hibiscus-colored embroidered shoes upwards, one sees a delicate hibiscus dress embroidered with two twin lotus blossoms. Looking further upwards, one can see a face as pink and pure as a lotus flower, with shy and affectionate eyes and a smile that is both expectant and apprehensive on her pink lips.

Upon reaching the imposing and magnificent hall, she slowly stopped, gazing at the plate of golden, tender, and delicious dishes she held in her hands. A faint glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. She remembered that his favorite dish was her homemade sesame-stuffed eggs. She hadn't made it for him in so long, but thankfully her skills hadn't deteriorated. She naively hoped… that this plate of sesame-stuffed eggs might… win back his heart, rekindle the feelings between them that she couldn't bear to part with…

Nu Sang'er pulled herself out of her thoughts, looked around, and finding no one guarding the door, she mustered her courage and was about to step inside when suddenly two figures emerged from the hall. The two figures were none other than Yelü Zhuo and Wan Cai'er.

A jolt of shock and pain shot through her heart. In the next instant, she unconsciously hid herself in the shadows of a tree. She hadn't intended to eavesdrop on their conversation, but their words still reached her ears unobstructed.

"Brother Zhuo, you don't need to take me back. Mei'er is fine with me."

"Really not?"

"Yes, no need. I'll bring you that book after I translate it into Khitan." The woman's voice was smiling, her laughter charming and alluring. It was immediately recognizable as Wan Cai'er's. "Yes, thank you for your trouble."

"It's no trouble at all. Being able to share your worries and make you happy is the happiest thing for Cai'er... cough cough..." The woman's charming voice suddenly broke into a cough. "...Silly girl, I'm not in a hurry. You've just recovered. Don't let me tire you out and cause your old illness to relapse." Yelü Zhuo's usually cold voice showed a rare hint of concern.

"I'm fine... Cai'er doesn't care about her own health. Cai'er only wants to see Brother Zhuo happy and free from worries. For that, Cai'er would be willing to die!"

"Why are you talking about death? Don't say such unlucky things." There was a hint of anger in the man's cold voice.

"Hehe, Brother Zhuo, you mean you can't bear to see me die, right?" The woman smiled sweetly, nestling softly in his arms, gazing at him with tender affection.

"Tell me, tell me!" Seeing that Yelü Zhuo didn't speak, the woman playfully snuggled into his arms, her actions intimate and without any restraint.

"With me here, how could I let you die so easily?"

Wan Cai'er paused for a moment, then revealed a sweet smile, tapping his nose, her eyes sparkling as she laughed, "I knew you couldn't bear to see me die. I heard that the mornings at 'Ruqin Lake' are very, very beautiful. How about we go to 'Ruqin Lake' to watch the sunrise together tomorrow?"

"Hmm, okay," Yelü Zhuo said calmly.

Hearing this, Wan Cai'er smiled charmingly, cupping his handsome and mature face in her hands, slightly tiptoeing, and passionately kissing his lips.

In the dim shadows of the trees, Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the two figures embracing intimately not far away. Her hands, holding the plate, trembled uncontrollably, and tears fell unnoticed, staining the once exquisite dish a muddy mess.

She didn't know how long she had stood there, but when she finally came to her senses, the two figures were already gone. In the empty porch, only a few withered yellow leaves and the plate of sesame-stuffed eggs remained.

She stood there for what seemed like an eternity, speechless and motionless, until the biting cold of midnight, carried by the howling night wind, brought her back to her senses. She blinked, then looked around in a daze before slowly turning around and, carrying the plate, walking listlessly towards her courtyard. She pushed open the half-closed door and entered the house, only to find it just as dark and desolate as the outside.

She casually placed the plate on the table, but perhaps because of the darkness, it shattered without a sound, and a crisp cracking sound echoed from the deathly silent room.

Nu Sang'er remained unmoved. She simply groped her way to the bed, wrapped her arms tightly around her bent knees, and tears silently streamed down her face.

It turns out, the deepest pain is truly silent.

"I told you long ago, he doesn't love you anymore, do you believe me now?" A man's voice suddenly rang out from the deathly silent room. ※※※

Author's Note:

Does this feel like watching a horror movie? Pfft

Chapter 131 The Dew of Night (Spicy)

"It's you?! What are you doing here?!" Nu Sang'er stared wide-eyed at the man lying on her bed, screaming in surprise.

Shu Lanci propped his head up, narrowed his eyes, and slowly drew circles on her chest with his finger, smiling wickedly, "I came here to comfort your wounded heart. The outcome of this gamble is decided. From today onwards, shouldn't you call me master?"

"I don't want to... I don't want to..." Nu Sang'er pushed his hand away with a pale face, struggling to climb off the bed, but after only a few crawls, he grabbed her around the waist and pressed her down on the bed.

"Are you trying to seduce me like this?" Looking at her tear-filled, panicked eyes, he deliberately lowered his head, his lower lip lightly brushing against her soft upper lip, his thin lips barely touching her earlobe, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"No, let me go... let me go... let me go!!!" Nu Sang'er cried out shrilly, desperately resisting and kicking him with all her might, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto the pillow.

"Crying so sadly, it's truly pitiful," Shu Lanci raised his hand to stroke her delicate chin, his smile both wicked and sinister, "You only increase my desire."

As soon as he finished speaking, the kiss rained down on her delicate lips like a storm. His nimble tongue swirled in her mouth, wild and predatory, determined to entwine with hers, sucking and plundering all the sweetness in her mouth, trying his best to bewitch her mind. "Mmm..." The kiss came too suddenly and unexpectedly. Nu Sang'er's body trembled, and for a moment she forgot to struggle. In that moment of distraction, her thin clothes had been pulled off by the man, revealing her fair and delicate body.

"Let me go!!! I don't want you to touch me, go away, go away!!!!" Nu Sang'er cried and pulled at her clothes that had been taken off, trying to cover her body, but soon the man's large hand ripped the thin silk dress even harder, and the hibiscus-colored dress was instantly torn into pieces, falling to the ground like fallen leaves.

"In my experience, what you need more right now is a man, isn't it?" He curved his lips into a smile, trapping her naked body in his arms. His long, dark hair cascaded down her chest, partially obscuring her breasts. His eyes deepened. "So what if he doesn't want you anymore? You still have me as your master! Heh heh."

"I don't want to! I don't want to! Let me go! Let me go!!"

Ignoring her struggles and cries of fear, his burning body pressed against her exquisite curves until their bodies were tightly intertwined, without a single gap, feeling the soft, watery touch within him. Satisfied, he moved his thin lips down, nibbling at her delicate neck, brushing against her soft, white curves, and taking her tender pink nipples into his mouth, filled with the taste of desire.

"Mmm...no...don't..." Nu Sang'er trembled, crying as she pushed against his chest, unconsciously arching her slender waist and leaning forward, unaware that this only created a great opportunity for him to kiss her deeper and harder.

He wore a blatant smile, his fingers sliding down to her lower abdomen, rubbing back and forth along the slit of her vulva, his index finger occasionally sinking into the crevice. Ignoring her resistance and struggle, he probed into her dry, tight, hidden orifice, slowly thrusting in and out.

"Ah...no...no...let me go...waaaah..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip, sobbing brokenly. The shame and humiliation made her face as pale as paper. "How can a slave disobey her master's orders? You're so disobedient." Shu Lanci's lips curled slightly, his brown eyes narrowed dangerously, and he lifted her legs and placed them on his waist without saying a word. His erect penis, which had somehow become erect, was aimed at her forced flower hole, and he thrust in hard, inserting the very end.

"Ah...it hurts!" The violent entry made Nu Sang'er, who was completely unprepared, cry out in pain, her neck arching back. The intense pain and humiliation made her tears flow like a burst dam. She cried out and shook her head, her expression bewildered and desperate. "No...don't do this to me...I don't want to...no...waaaah..."

He ignored her struggles and cries, only smiling as he gently patted her still slightly tense thighs. He adopted the posture of disciplining his slave: "Relax...relax..."

"No...let me go...let me go..."

Nu Sang'er shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. Her legs didn't relax because of his 'comfort,' but instead tightened even more because of the burning and tearing temperature inside. "Sigh! You're so disobedient. Tonight, I'll teach you how to serve your master properly." Shu Lanci let out a deep sigh, but his eyes flashed with a cunning and evil light. He deliberately withdrew from her body slowly and then inserted it again, repeatedly. Her vagina was small and tight, making his withdrawal movements somewhat difficult, but it also added to the ecstasy, causing him to unconsciously let out a muffled groan.

"Mmm...mmm...no..." Nu Sang'er frowned, enduring his thrusts. The skillful, seemingly gentle yet powerful force felt like deliberate torture, forcing her mature, trained body to react. A strange desire seeped from her body like a gentle stream... But...how could she do this? Her heart was in so much pain and sorrow, how could she succumb to the desires offered by another man?

Yet, another voice, seemingly resigned, told her, "Just let yourself fall. He doesn't care anymore anyway, he doesn't want you anymore..."

As if sensing her unease and struggle in her furrowed brows, he gradually increased his speed, thrusting deeper and harder into her tight passage. The sounds of flesh colliding grew louder. He cupped her tender buttocks in his hands, pounding into her with ever-increasing frenzy. Each thrust was more forceful and wild than the last, penetrating deeper into her body.

"Mmm...mmm...ahh...it hurts...mmm...ah..." Nu Sang'er shook her head and cried out, tears streaming down her face, enduring his intense thrusts. His hot, hard member kept wildly and violently withdrawing from her body, then slamming in again, before the movements suddenly accelerated. His enormous member frantically thrust in and out of her narrow passage. Each time, it slammed hard against the entrance to her uterus. The extreme pain in her body stimulated the pain in her heart. The two pains combined, making her moans and screams even louder. Her fingers dug tightly into his strong arm, drawing shocking bloody marks on it.

Shu Lanci looked at the bloodstains flowing from his arm, licking his dry lips with a sinister smile. "It seems that you, this little lamb, also have this wild side. It's quite interesting."

Without waiting for her to say anything more, he roared and began to wildly thrust into her body again, relentlessly entering and withdrawing...each time, it went all the way in and then was pulled out completely. With each thrust, the ferocious collisions brought a sudden clarity to Nu Sang'er's mind. She paused for a moment, then shook her head, crying out in resistance. Her body thrashed violently, her long, black hair disheveled, as if trying to escape this terrifying ordeal.

But Shu Lanci, reveling in this intoxicating pleasure, wasn't about to let her off so easily. He frowned, slapping her buttocks several times as a warning, until bright red handprints appeared. Then, with a muffled groan, he gripped her trembling buttocks and thrust his burning member into her again, pumping forcefully.

His enormous member swelled and swelled as the woman beneath him gripped it, the tightness making his entire body burn. Each thrust was a powerful, all-out assault, penetrating deep into her womb. With each frenzied thrust of the man, the girl's flat stomach rose and fell, her pink vulva spasming in waves, the tender pink flesh turning inside out with the massive member.

"Ah... ooh... be gentle... ah... it hurts..." The sounds of flesh colliding and the slapping of honeyed fluid grew louder and louder, the lewd sounds filling the entire room until the crescent moon disappeared into the vast, sea-like night.

Chapter 132 She's your sister?!

In the damp, dark prison, dirty water dripped everywhere, and a few rays of moonlight leaked in through the skylight in the upper right corner, casting a pale, eerie light on the straw in the cell. The damp, moldy straw was scattered all over the floor.

In one corner of the cell, the rattling of iron chains mingled with low, painful gasps and coughs.

“Seventh Prince…” Separated from him by a cell, Chi Mu looked at the frail man leaning weakly against the damp, cold wall, his face pale and haggard. A complex expression of anxiety crossed his face as he called out to the outside of the cell, “Quickly, get a clean blanket! The Seventh Prince is weak and cannot withstand this damp cold! Is anyone there?! Someone come here!”

“Hurry up and get someone! Are all the people outside dead?! Quickly, go and call the imperial physician!”

“…Cough…Stop shouting, they won’t come…Cough cough…Don’t worry…I’m fine…” Yelü Xuanyun shook his head with a faint smile. His bloodless face was even paler than the white prison uniform he wore. His clear eyes, which had seen the desolation of the world, showed no blame but rather a sense of comfort.

Chi Mu gripped the cold, black iron bars tightly with both hands, his fists trembling in the pale moonlight. He buried his head in the darkness for a long time, then suddenly raised his eyes and knelt down before Yelü Xuanyun with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly. His once emotionless black eyes suddenly welled up with a crimson light. "Chi Mu deserves to die! Chi Mu deserves to die! It is Chi Mu who has caused the Seventh Prince to suffer such an injustice. Chi Mu is willing to atone with his death!"

"Chi Mu, what are you doing? Stop...cough cough..." Yelü Xuanyun barely managed to support his weak body, dragging his crippled legs as he slowly shuffled to Chi Mu's side. He reached into the opposite cage and gripped Chi Mu's shoulder tightly, his clear gaze fixed on Chi Mu's bleeding forehead. "If you truly feel guilty towards me, tell me why?"

Chi Mu stared blankly at the noble and unassuming man before him, a man who seemed to see right through people. His gaze sharpened for a moment, then he lowered his head and said with difficulty, "For my sister."

"Sister?" Yelü Xuanyun was taken aback, her expression clearly showing surprise. "We grew up together since childhood, how come you've never mentioned her before?"

Chi Mu lowered her eyes dejectedly and slowly said, "Before I was brought from Song to Liao as a child, I had a happy home, with loving parents... So many years have passed, I thought I had no relatives left in this world, but I never expected that I would have a sister I've never met living in this world..."

Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's expression became even more bewildered: "Since you've never met her, how do you know that person is your sister?"

Chi Mu lowered her head, looking into her arms... He pulled out a lustrous, snow-white jade phoenix pendant with a bloodstain in the center and handed it to Yelü Xuanyun. His calm voice, though suppressed, still trembled slightly. "This jade pendant was given to me by my father. For so many years, I have carefully kept it hidden, never showing it to anyone, nor telling anyone about it. But a few nights ago, the Sixth Prince suddenly came to me in the middle of the night and told me about this jade pendant. He also said that I have a younger sister who came specifically to find me and that she is currently in Liao... He said that if I would do him a favor, he would allow us to meet..."

"So, you believe him?" Yelü Xuanyun lowered his eyes to the bloodstain on the white jade phoenix in his hand. His voice was soft, as soft as the morning mist rising from a lake, as if it would vanish without a trace with a gust of wind. Ethereal and desolate, Chi Mu pursed his resolute lips, lowering his head even further, not daring to look at the master before him who had treated him like a brother since he was very young. Without even looking up, he could imagine the deep disappointment and dejection that filled his clear, bright eyes.

His face was pale, he gave a self-deprecating laugh, and then said with difficulty, haltingly, "Yes, I believe him… because everything he said is true. My father's surname is indeed Nu, and my jade pendant was indeed given to me by my father… I… can't not believe him… I just didn't want him to hurt my sister… He asked me to give him that blood-stained blade, and I never expected him to use such despicable and shameless means to frame you, Seventh Prince…"

"…I see…" Yelü Xuanyun smiled faintly again, as if understanding, and returned the jade pendant to him. He closed his eyes, his expression silent, lost in thought.

Looking at his ashen and weary face, Chi Mu felt a surge of guilt and remorse churning within him. He hated himself for so easily betraying this man who had always treated him like a brother, all for the sake of a fictitious sister. He hated how easily he had broken Chi Mu's trust of so many years. Though

he said nothing, Chi Mu knew he was utterly disappointed in himself, hence his silence. Chi Mu understood this seemingly gentle, calm, and unassuming seventh prince all too well. Though he was always so kind and polite to everyone, his heart remained locked in a cage, unwilling to easily trust or truly give his heart to anyone.

This is understandable. As the least favored prince, he was almost constantly bullied growing up. His father's indifference and disgust, and his brothers' mockery and ridicule of his disabled body, were all branded deeply into his heart like iron. Even though he wanted to forget, it lingered like a nightmare. Fortunately, he didn't let himself fall into utter destruction or seek revenge. He simply tried to forget as much as possible. Therefore, he always preferred to be alone. When he was alone, he could stay away from the harm from others and protect himself.

However, the longer he was alone, the lonelier and more obscure his heart became. He became more resistant to others.

From childhood to adulthood, only two people were exceptions: Luanxuan and Chimu. Although the eldest prince and Yelü Zhuo were also very kind to him, he always felt somewhat inferior in their presence and could never be completely without reservation.

Unfortunately, he had now betrayed the trust that had been placed in him for nearly twenty years, so easily shattering that trust.

"Seventh Prince! It's all my fault! I'd rather you scold me than remain silent! Seventh Prince, I know I've made too many mistakes this time! It's my fault!! It's my fault!" As Chi Mu spoke, his emotions surged again. He knelt upright once more, slamming his head against the ground. Crimson blood streamed down his forehead, quickly pooling into a small, dark pool on the damp ground, the stench of blood growing stronger in the air.

"Sigh... Never mind... It's all fate... If I were you, I might have done the same... Get up, I really won't blame you..." Yelü Xuanyun leaned against the cold iron cage, closed his eyes, sighed, and spoke softly, as if utterly exhausted.

“Seventh Prince…” Chi Mu’s eyes reddened, her throat choked with emotion as she stared at the thin back. Though she had a thousand words to say, she didn’t know how to begin.

Just then, a spoiled and willful shout rang out from outside the cage, “You worthless bastards! Get the hell out of my sight! I’m going to see my seventh brother today! If anyone punishes me, I will bear the consequences! If you block my way again, don’t blame me for being impolite!!”

Hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun and Chi Mu were both stunned. Before they could react, they saw a girl in a bright pink dress, dressed in gorgeous attire, rushing anxiously towards them.

“Seventh brother!! Seventh brother!!” The girl stood before the cage, staring blankly at the haggard-looking man inside, who smiled at her with a smile as bright as the moon. Tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it.

"Seventh Brother... how could this happen... how could this happen?!" She gripped the two cold iron bars tightly, crying with a mixture of heartache and anxiety.

'Xuan'er, you're back...' Yelü Xuanyun looked at the tearful girl before him, a hint of relief appearing on his face, his smile softening. "It's alright... to see you one last time before I die, I can finally rest easy, with no regrets."

"Pah! What do you mean by 'die'! Seventh Brother, you'll live to be a hundred, you won't die like this!!" Luanxuan cried, shaking her head violently, then turned back to glare angrily at the officers who had followed them, tearing at the chain on the door and shouting, "You two scoundrels, quickly unlock this door for me!! Unlock it for me!! I want to go in! I want to go in!!"

The constable beside her wore a pained expression, looking troubled. "Your Majesty, please calm down. It's not that I'm unwilling to open it, but the Sixth Prince has ordered that this lock cannot be opened without his permission!" "

I said it can be opened, and that means it can be opened!! I don't care, open it now, open it!!", Luanxuan shouted angrily, "Princess, please don't make things difficult for me..." The constable's features were tightly twisted, as if he was about to cry.

"Cough cough... Never mind... Xuan'er..." Yelü Xuanyun gently shook her head, wanting to say something, but then felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeve and cough violently.

Seeing Yelü Xuanyun coughing so violently, his face pale and haggard, devoid of any color, and looking at the filthy and shabby environment of the cell, Luanxuan's almond-shaped eyes blazed with fury. "What have I done to you! Can't you see that Seventh Prince is sick?! This place is dirty, cold, and damp. How can Seventh Prince, whose body is so weak, endure this?! How could you lock him in a place like this?! It's so cold here, and you haven't even given him a blanket. Are you trying to make him freeze to death, or die of illness?!"

"What are you all standing there for?! Go and call the imperial physician!!" Luanxuan looked at the two men, who remained motionless, trembling and with pained expressions, and roared in exasperation, her expression as if she wanted to stab them to death one by one.

One of the slightly bolder men forced a smile and said, "Princess, please calm down. This... it was all ordered by the Sixth Prince. We servants also reported to the higher-ups that the Seventh Prince is weak and has fallen ill from the cold, but the Sixth Prince said... said..."

"Said what?" Luanxuan glared and shouted.

"Said..." The man glanced at Yelü Ranyun and said in a low voice, "A dying man doesn't need to waste medicine!"

"Yelü Gonglin!! You bastard!!! I'm coming to settle accounts with you right now!!!"

Completely enraged by these heartless and cruel words, Luanxuan could no longer care about court etiquette. She clenched her fists, shouted, stomped her feet a few times, and rushed out of the prison!

“Luanxuan…cough cough…don’t…don’t go…”

Chapter 133 Let’s go back to the Song Dynasty.

Outside the Fulin Palace,

angry shouts and curses rang out from the stone steps outside the palace, each sound clearly piercing the night sky.

“Get out of my way! I want to see him! Let me in, let me in!”

“Yelü Gonglin!! You come out!! Come out!! You big bastard! Come out! Come out!!”

“You think you can hide in the house?! Let me tell you, if you don’t come out, I’ll stay here and not leave!!”

According to her noble status, Luanxuan was naturally no match for the dignified seventh prince of the Liao Kingdom, but she had grown up in the palace since childhood and was loved by everyone. In addition, she was willful, spoiled and domineering, so everyone in the palace gave her some leeway. Therefore, although she was making such a fuss in front of the palace and cursing without restraint, none of the guards and eunuchs dared to stop her.

Ye Fuge elegantly fanned herself, lazily sitting in a pavilion, smiling and half-closing her eyes as she watched the scene unfold, her indifferent expression as if she were merely observing a play from the stands.

A moment later, footsteps echoed within the hall, and a man dressed in a dark brown robe, with several layers of blue beaded chains around his waist, emerged, embracing two stunningly beautiful women on either side. Behind him followed five or six alluring and captivating dancers.

"Hehe. When did Sister Xuan return? It's been so long, Sister Xuan has truly blossomed into a beauty," Yelü Gonglin said, his narrow brown eyes narrowing, a forced smile plastered on his lips, his gaze chillingly unsettling. "...and he's become even more obedient and sensible..."

"I know you're insulting me in circles! But I'm too lazy to argue with you about these things! I'm asking you, why won't you allow the Seventh Prince to see the imperial physician!"

Luan Xuan's face flushed red as she angrily stared at the hypocritical smirk on his face. Suddenly, she felt that compared to him, Ye Fuge's hypocrisy was utterly insignificant and much more pleasing to the eye. Thinking this, she subconsciously turned to look at Ye Fuge, only to see that he had somehow gotten a peach and was sitting there with his legs crossed, eating it with relish. For a moment, she was so angry that she wanted to rush over and hack him to pieces.

Yelü Gonglin smiled coldly, his eyes flashing with a sinister light as he glared at him, his voice sharp and menacing: "A convicted criminal like yourself, what right do you have to see the imperial physician? If he hadn't ordered the assassination of Father, how could Father still be unconscious and his fate uncertain?! Do you know that you're now insulting me in the dead of night for the sake of an unfilial son who plotted to kill his father and usurp the throne? If I, the prince, were to truly pursue this matter, you would not escape death! Believe me, if you continue this

insolent behavior, I will imprison you as well!" Luanxuan was genuinely frightened by his chilling gaze. She froze for a moment, then glared at him warily, waving her arm in indignation and shouting, "You dare! Seventh Prince!" "Brother would never assassinate the King! You must have framed him!! You think you can scare me and I'll be afraid of you? I have the 'Golden Token of Atonement' bestowed by the King; no one can touch me! Don't think that just because the King is unconscious, you can act recklessly!"

Yelü Gonglin's gaze grew even more contemptuous. He lowered his head and lewdly stroked the cheek of the woman in his arms, seemingly too lazy to even glance at her again. "That 'Golden Token of Atonement' only allowed you three chances, and you used up those three chances three years ago, so..."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, a wild glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "So, I could easily lock you up in prison now, so you and your seventh brother would be trapped forever in that cold, filthy, hellish dungeon! Oh... no, that's not right, it should be that you'd be the only one locked up in that dungeon... because..."

He waved away the two women beside him, and like a victorious beast, arrogantly walked down the stone steps. He raised his hand to touch Luanxuan's cheek, but it was quickly and mercilessly slapped away. He looked at the reddened back of her hand, curled his lips indifferently, and stared at her with a vicious and cruel gaze, saying slowly and deliberately, "Because your poor seventh brother will be questioned in a month..." "You've already beheaded him, and you still want me to find the imperial physician to treat him? What a waste! What's the point of taking so much medicine? He'll still die anyway! There's no need to waste medicine on a dying man!"

Upon hearing this, Luanxuan's body trembled violently, her small face turning deathly pale with anger. She glared at him furiously, clenching her fists and cursing, "You!! How could you treat your own brother like this!! You heartless, cold-blooded, and vicious bastard!! You bastard!!"

As she shouted this, she lunged at him, but was quickly and tightly pulled back by the guards standing to the side. "Let me go!! Let me go!! Let me go!! Let me go! Let me go!!" She struggled desperately, trying to break free from the guards' control, but her body was held tightly by them, and she couldn't reach Yelü Gonglin's side at all.

Yelü Gonglin watched her furious expression with a mocking smile, curled his lip in disdain, and turned to walk up the stone steps, seemingly unwilling to take her seriously or pay her any attention.

Unexpectedly, a beautifully embroidered shoe with colorful mandarin ducks suddenly slammed into his back.

He paused, turned around, and looked at the embroidered shoe on the ground. His face stiffened as he looked up at the girl, who stood barefoot on the ground, still glaring angrily at him. A dark cloud instantly settled over his face. He turned around, swiftly stepped down the stone steps, and with a large hand, grabbed her neck tightly. His dark eyes flashed with a fierce light, his expression like that of a bloodthirsty beast about to drink blood. "Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!" As soon as he

finished speaking, Luanxuan felt a sharp pain in her neck, a feeling of suffocation washing over her. The unbearable pain made her cough and struggle painfully.

"Sixth Prince, please show mercy!" Just when she thought she was about to be strangled to death, the man's voice, tinged with a hint of frivolity and amusement, suddenly rang in her ears. Though still cynical, the voice held a subtle but undeniable force.

However, Yelü Gonglin clearly didn't take Ye Fuge seriously. He merely gave her a cold, disdainful look, and sneered meaningfully, "Looks like there are quite a few people eager to die tonight. But even you cowardly Song people are rushing to your deaths. Shouldn't I look at you Song dogs with a newfound respect?"

"Haha, Sixth Prince, you're so witty! You really know how to joke! Hahahaha!" Ye Fuge laughed heartily, waving his fan. His calm demeanor seemed to completely disregard the insults he was receiving. He simply chuckled to himself, "What person isn't afraid of death? After all, you only have one life. If you lose it by accident, you can never get it back. I don't like doing such foolish things."

"Then why are you meddling in other people's business?" Yelü Gonglin narrowed his eyes coldly, his fingers on Luan Xuan's neck tightening even more.

"Ah...cough..."

Seeing Luanxuan's increasingly uncomfortable expression, Ye Fuge pressed his hand tightly against the large hand gripping her neck. Although he was still smiling, the smile in his eyes turned cold, even flashing with a clear threat. "Sixth Prince, even if the Princess is mischievous and willful, she is still my wife. As her husband, if I can't even protect my own wife, wouldn't I be too pathetic? If word gets out, I'll lose face. Heh, what's more... our Song Emperor knows that we two have come back specifically to visit relatives. If something goes wrong, how do you expect me to explain to the Emperor? And if we are further instigated by treacherous people, it could escalate between the two countries..." "War? Wouldn't the Sixth Prince be losing more than he gains? After all, what the Sixth Prince wants most right now isn't war between the two countries, is it?"

When his hand covered his own, Yelü Gonglin could feel that the force was not small, and it was very firm, as if it contained internal strength. He raised his eyes, stared at him for a long time with a dark look, and slowly withdrew his large hand from Luanxuan's neck. "Hoo...cough cough...cough cough..." Luanxuan suddenly felt her breathing become smooth. She coughed while greedily breathing in the fresh air. She glared fiercely at Yelü Gonglin, and then hid behind Ye Fuge as if she had been frightened. After catching her breath, she hid behind him and continued to glare fiercely at the hateful person opposite her.

Yelü Gonglin turned around with a cold laugh, walking again towards the brightly lit hall illuminated by torches. Only his venomous voice lingered, "Guards, take those two to 'Wuxue Garden' and serve them well. Without my order, they are not to step out of 'Wuxue Garden'!"

"Yes!!" The guards responded loudly, their roars like thunder.

Ten days later.

In the 'Menghua Courtyard,' five thousand miles away from the capital of Liao, a scene of joy and peace prevailed.

The people here, far from the capital, were both physically and mentally weary of everything in the palace. Except when there was no other way to avoid it, no one was allowed to discuss palace affairs.

Therefore, the people there had gradually become indifferent to the human relationships within the palace, and they didn't care about the execution of that 'Seventh Prince.' They seemed only concerned with the marriage of Yelü Zhuo and Wan Cai'er.

Inside the grand and magnificent hall,

a beautiful woman, well past fifty, sat gracefully in a chair, quietly sipping tea, each sip seemingly savoring the flavor, or perhaps intoxicated by it.

A palace maid, dressed in blue and appearing to be around forty, entered and respectfully addressed the seated woman, "Reporting to the Dowager Consort, that person has been brought; she is kneeling in the courtyard waiting."

The Dowager Consort took another sip of tea, closed her eyes, and remained silent. The palace maid, understanding, lowered her head and stood quietly to the side.

After more than an hour, the still-attractive woman slowly opened her eyes, her face icy, and said, "Bring that wretched woman in."

The palace maid obeyed the order and withdrew. In a short while, she returned with a woman in white. Perhaps due to kneeling for too long, the woman's face was pale, and her steps were unsteady.

"You've come to see the Dowager Consort, why aren't you kneeling!" a palace maid snapped, kicking Nu Sang'er hard in the back of the knee. Nu Sang'er's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground with a thud. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to cry out in pain. She simply lowered her head and whispered, "This commoner... greets the Dowager Consort."

"Raise your head!" the woman's haughty voice commanded.

Hearing this, Nu Sang'er gently raised her head, tentatively glancing at the woman sitting high on the chair. But she was quickly startled by the woman's piercingly cold eyes and lowered her head again, not daring to look up again.

"Who gave you permission to lower your head? Raise it!" Dowager Consort Mu stood up from her chair and walked towards her, ordering loudly.

"..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip. Although unwilling, she still obeyed the order and raised her pale face.

A cold, hard finger gripped her chin, lifting her face higher. A pair of cold, venomous eyes scrutinized her face with disgust and insult for a long time before the woman said in an icy voice, "So this is the face you used to seduce my Zhuo'er? I really don't know what he saw in you. But I suppose you must have some skills. I heard that now that you can no longer seduce Zhuo'er, you've started seducing A'la, making love with him every night, is that it? Is that all you want to be a woman of our Liao royal family?"

"...I...no..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip tightly, her eyes red and wet, and tried to say something, but the woman's expression suddenly changed, becoming even more fierce. She raised her hand and slapped Nu Sang'er's face five or six times.

"Ah..."

Nu Sang'er was knocked to the ground, her once pale face now flushed red. She covered her burning cheek, tears streaming silently down her face. Facing the approaching woman, she didn't beg for mercy. "Originally, I wanted to kill you, but I've been practicing Buddhism for a long time and don't want to kill anymore. So I'll give you a chance, as long as you leave here immediately! Leave the Liao Kingdom, as long as you swear you'll never see my Zhuo'er and A'la again, I'll spare your worthless life!"

The woman half-squatted in front of her, her eyes filled with hypocrisy. She looked at Nu Sang'er with feigned kindness, enticing her, "As long as you do as I say, I'll spare your life and let you leave here."

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at her, covering her face in silence for a long time. With tears in her eyes, she said softly but firmly, "I...I...won't leave...Brother Zhuo...unless he...personally tells me to leave..."

"What a grand ambition!" "The Dowager Consort Mu smiled cruelly, her face icy cold. "Didn't you want to be a princess? You have no chance now! He's about to marry Wan Cai'er, they'll soon be husband and wife. He doesn't love you anymore! Stop dreaming!"

Nu Sang'er lowered her head, enduring the bitter pain in her heart, biting her lip, and said, "If... he really has no feelings for me at all, then why are you so anxious to send me away, Dowager Consort? Why do you make me swear never to see him again..."

"How dare you! You dare question me!" "Consort Mu's face darkened, and she spoke angrily, but Nu Sang'er remained indifferent, as if she didn't care at all whether Consort Mu was angry or not. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she murmured uncertainly, "Brother Zhuo... he won't... abandon me... He said... he wanted me to stay by his side... He said I shouldn't leave him..." Seeing her expression, Consort Mu smiled coldly again and said, "Hmph, even if he still has a shred of affection for you, ask yourself honestly, are you worthy of him?! He is a high and mighty prince of the Great Liao Kingdom, revered by all! And you? Even in your Song Kingdom, you are nothing more than a lowly commoner like weeds! Are you worthy of him?!" Seeing Nu Sang'er's face turn pale, clutching her collar tightly, silent and tearful, Consort Mu raised her head high again, her eyes filled with venom, and said ,

"Even putting aside your status, and your innocence, the royal family values pure blood above all else. Don't tell me you only gave your body to Zhuo'er! You don't need to try to deny it. I've had people watching you. In the half month since you recovered from your illness, Shu Lanci has come to your room every two days for their trysts, lingering until the next morning before leaving. Do I need to say more about your illicit affairs? More details? Or do you think it would be better to call Zhuo'er here to hear as well?"

"Stop talking, stop talking!! Please stop talking!! Stop talking!!" Nu Sang'er covered her ears and screamed. The scenes of being forced to have sex by Shu Lanci on those nights began to appear clearly in her mind again. The tearing pain and the humiliating images tormented her like a nightmare, making her suffer unbearably but unable to escape. She cried and shook her head, tears streaming down her face. The tears she had held back for so long finally flowed down her face.

"Don't tell him...don't let him know...no...no...I don't want to...please...don't tell him...no...sob...no..."

Consort Mu coldly raised her lips, expressionless, and said, "Does not telling mean it didn't happen? Whether it's your body or your background, you are so filthy, how can you be worthy of my Zhuo'er!"

Suddenly, she seemed to have taken pity on her and smiled gently, saying softly, "When you leave, I can let you take someone with you. I think when you see that person, you will definitely agree to me."

As if seeing the confusion in her stunned expression, Consort Mu clapped her hands, and a person was brought out from behind the curtain.

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