[Fantasy] The Khitan Song: The Pillow Slave (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 83 Second Boss (Slightly Spicy)

An hour later,

the crystal curtain swayed again, and through the shimmering beaded curtain, a man and a woman walked in unhurriedly.

Nu Sang'er struggled to open her sleepy eyes and looked at the woman, twisting her body and calling out softly for help, "...Auntie...it hurts...Auntie...Lian'er's hand hurts..."

Mei Niang didn't respond, but turned her gaze to the tall, elegant man beside her, dressed in a peacock green dress with dark gold cloud patterns, and said softly, "Second Master, the person I'm talking about is her."

"Hmm..." The man raised his head slightly, his long black hair flowing down his back, only loosely tied into a bun at the back of his head, with a golden nanmu hairpin inserted diagonally. He was elegant and composed, and his pair of captivating eyes, as bright as the moon, slowly swept over Nu Sang'er, scrutinizing her from head to toe. He walked slowly to her bedside, and his slender, white fingers slowly lifted, pulling on the belt at her waist. The only bright red embroidered robe she was wearing slipped down loosely, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

"You...who are you...why are you taking off my clothes..." Nu Sang'er shook her head in panic, her eyes perhaps glistening with tears of fear. She tried to move her body away from the man who exuded a dangerous aura.

But the man suddenly reached out and pressed down on her shoulder. His eyes, which had seen all the worlds, scrutinized her body like knives, examining every inch of her skin carefully, not missing a single spot. Nu Sang'er seemed ashamed of his gaze, struggling and shaking her head restlessly, her cheeks flushed as she whimpered, "Don't look... don't look... don't look..."

Seeing that her emotions were gradually becoming agitated, Mei Niang was afraid that something might go wrong, so she hurriedly stepped forward, putting on a fake smile, and said softly, "Lian'er, don't be shy. He is your husband. He is looking at your body to check if you are injured. It is perfectly natural for husband and wife to do this kind of thing."

"Husband?" Nu Sang'er asked blankly, seemingly forgetting to struggle for a moment, just looking at the man in front of her with a somewhat bewildered expression, her red lips biting tightly.

"Yes, he is your husband, silly girl. Do you know what a husband is? He's the one whom heaven has destined you to be together, to love each other for a lifetime, the one who is destined to be with you for a lifetime. You two will share joys and sorrows, be inseparable. Oh dear, you wouldn't understand even if I explained all this. In short, everything you have belongs to him, you have to listen to him, whatever he asks you to do, you have to do. You have to serve your husband well every day, only then will he be happy, understand?"

Nu Sang'er listened attentively for a while, nodded as if she understood, and glanced timidly at the man, "...Yes...I understand..."

The man's thin lips curved slightly, and he breathed and chuckled softly in her ear. His voice was like the smoke rising gently from an incense burner, hazy and ethereal, "This face is indeed delicate, somewhat pitiful."

"Hehe, Second Master Hua, my beloved Duzhuo, I haven't let you come here for nothing, have I? I believe that with a little more training from you and the First Master, she will definitely become the most beautiful courtesan." Mei Niang was overjoyed by his praise, her eyebrows and eyes dancing with delight as she chattered on.

"It's too early to say that now," Hua Duzhuo's charming eyes narrowed, and he suddenly released her shoulders, flipping her over so she was lying face down on the bed. His large hands inspected her plump, soft buttocks, pinching them hard.

"Mmm...it hurts..." Nu Sang'er groaned, her eyes filled with shame as she cried out softly, her legs fidgeting restlessly, her expression uneasy.

But the man's actions did not stop; instead, he lifted her snowy buttocks even higher and began to slap them hard.

The crisp sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed clearly in the room, each slap louder and harder than the last.

Her plump, peach-like buttocks trembled innocently with each strike, quickly developing clear five-finger marks and swelling. Nu Sang'er, terrified by the inexplicable beatings, cried out loudly,

"

It hurts...it hurts...waaaah...ah...ah...ah...waaaah...don't hit me...don't hit me...waaaah...waaaah..."

Each strike of the man's hand caused her body to tremble violently, accompanied by loud, frightened cries. Tears welled in her eyes as she shook her head, reflexively kicking her legs and twisting her waist, crying incessantly. But the man's fingers felt like iron clamps. He held her waist firmly and continued to slap her harder and harder until Nu Sang'er cried and struggled until she collapsed on the bed, sobbing pitifully. Only then did the man's slaps slowly stop.

"Second Master... this..." Mei Niang glanced at Hua Duzhuo, whose face was calm, and rubbed her hands, waiting for his answer.

Sure enough, Hua Duzhuo slowly nodded, his gaze lingering on her red buttocks for a moment. He rubbed her breasts with his long fingers and commented, "Hmm... her buttocks are tender and elastic, and her moans are also very pleasant. These moans can also arouse a man's desire to continue to ruthlessly ravage her... but these breasts, although soft and smooth, are still not full enough..." Nu Sang'er

obviously did not understand what they were saying. She was just relieved that she could finally stop being beaten, but the burning pain on her buttocks still made her frown slightly. She pouted and looked at the man behind her with a somewhat aggrieved and resentful gaze. Seeing her innocent expression, Hua Duzhuo couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, one hand kneading her breasts while the other rubbed her reddened buttocks. A mischievous smile played in his dark eyes. "What, are you blaming me for being too rough?" Her

already burning buttocks ached even more from the man's forceful kneading, causing her to tremble slightly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her dark eyes welled with tears. She shook her head, struggling restlessly in his arms, murmuring, "It hurts...it hurts...Lian'er...it hurts..."

"You'll get used to it and it won't hurt anymore. You'll encounter this all the time..." Hua Duzhuo said coldly, raising one of her ankles high. Without hesitation, his slender fingers plunged into the exposed pink orifice. He probed it a few times, but the tight, sensitive pink orifice immediately gripped his fingers tightly, making it difficult to penetrate even a little. He paused, then secretly increased the force of his fingers, thrusting them deeply into the pink orifice. Nu Sang'er trembled immediately, biting her lip and crying out in pain again. Hua Duzhuo laboriously withdrew his fingers and then inserted them into her anus and back passage several times. Each time, it was very difficult to penetrate. He finally managed to get in, but only a short distance in before she cried out in pain again, her tender flesh biting his fingers painfully. Hua Duzhuo slowly withdrew his dripping fingers, his eyes flashing with the spring light of impending lust, and looked at Mei Niang meaningfully, saying: “I didn’t expect that she was no longer a virgin, but her little hole was even tighter than a virgin’s. Moreover, although this girl is pure and lovely, her body has obviously been trained many times. She is both sensitive and wanton. Mei Niang, you have really picked up a treasure this time.”

Mei Niang nodded with a smile and said, “Hehehe, I think so too. Why don’t we ask the chief to take a look? Luo Yu’s death was a big blow to him. Maybe seeing this girl will make him feel better.” Hua Duzhu pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head and said, “It’s too late now. Let this girl rest for a while and go see the chief tomorrow.”

Chapter 85 The Chief (Slightly spicy, enter at your own risk)

The faint light of dawn shone through the window lattice and cast a dim light in the dim room.

In the soft morning light, a girl with long, flowing black hair was suspended naked with her hands tied behind her back. The ropes wrapped around her body like snakes, but her eyes were closed and her face showed that she was asleep.

The man standing before the girl, dressed in a dark robe, stood with his back to the door, his face obscured. Only his bronze hands held several ropes, which he slowly manipulated around her body.

Several rough ropes were wrapped around her neck, tied at her chest, then separated, looped around her breasts, and returned, tying a knot below her delicate breasts before looping them around her breasts again. He tightened the ropes around her breasts, making her slightly sagging breasts stand up high. "Ugh... um..." The sleeping girl seemed to feel uncomfortable, slightly frowning and shaking her body, but she didn't open her eyes. The man's movements paused for a moment, then resumed. He took another rope, looped it around her abdomen, passed it down through her labia, pulled it up from behind her pink buttocks, so that the rope passed right through her labia, then through the rope at her lower back, tying another knot tightly. "Ah..." Perhaps the man's movements were too forceful this time, or perhaps the rope binding her private parts was hurting her; she groaned softly, her body trembling. She opened her eyes in confusion, her clear, watery eyes half-dazed, half-confused as she looked at the face before her. She looked down at her bound body with equally bewildered expressions, struggling nervously and fearfully.

"Awake?" The man's voice, alluring yet tinged with a hint of coolness, rang out. He calmly hung the remaining rope on a hook dangling from the ceiling, lifting her pink buttocks upwards, forcing her to bend forward. Her snowy buttocks facing upwards, her head slightly downwards, she was suspended in mid-air.

"Ah…it hurts…it hurts…" All her weight was concentrated on the rope binding her lower body. The rough rope, deeply embedded in her flower-like opening, mercilessly constricted her tender flesh, the sharp, tearing pain causing her to scream in terror. Her legs kicked wildly in mid-air, causing her body to sway arrhythmically. The more she swayed, the tighter the two ropes binding her vulva tightened, causing even deeper, sharper pain.

"Waaah...get down...get down..." The girl, her eyes red and choked with sobs, looked at the man standing to the side, who was smiling with obvious pleasure. Her fair face was filled with fear and longing, and she awkwardly uttered her thoughts, "Get down...get down..."

"Get down? Isn't swinging like this fun?" A mocking smile flashed across the man's lips. His fingers pinched her soft, peach-like buttocks, deliberately pushing her forward with force, causing her body to swing even higher, and making her cries of pain and fear grow louder.

"Hehe, I say, boss, playing such fun games every morning, why didn't you call me!" A voice as faint as smoke drifted from behind the door, accompanied by a lewd laugh.

Upon hearing this, the man standing with his back to the door stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at the elegant man walking towards him, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Weren't you planning to give me a surprise? I've saved you all that unnecessary trouble by doing this! Is this the person you were talking about who can replace Luo Yu?!"

Hua Duzhuo's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the dark expression on the man's face. His voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels: "I say, Zi Buyu, is there anything in this world that can be hidden from you?! Can't you pretend to know nothing sometimes and let me be smug a few times?"

"Hmph!" Zi Buyu snorted coldly, pursed his lips and remained silent, but the fingers pinching the snowy buttocks tightened even more, quickly leaving a deep red finger mark.

"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts...husband...husband...Lian'er...it hurts..."

Hua Duzhuo looked at the woman bound and suspended in mid-air, sobbing a few times. Suddenly, she turned to him, pleading for help, repeatedly calling out this phrase. He was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mei Niang had indeed said this to her yesterday, telling her that he was her husband. He hadn't expected that this foolish woman would actually believe it and remember it. "Husband...husband...save...husband...save..."

Hearing Nu Sang'er crying out in fear and panic again, tears welling up in her eyes, he suddenly felt a pang of pity and coughed softly. Looking at Zi Buyu, his gaze held a hint of negotiation. "I say, Chief, although this girl is no longer a virgin, her body is still very delicate. If you treat her so cruelly, she probably won't be able to withstand it...you see..."

"What? Are you feeling sorry for Duzhuo?" Zi Buyu turned around again, raising his thick eyebrows like distant mountains in surprise, his arrogant and flawless face containing a clear hint of sarcasm.

Hua Duzhuo, fanning himself, chuckled and said leisurely, "Hehe, that's not it. I just don't want her to be ruined before I've had my fill of playing with her. Although Mei Niang asked the two of us to train her, this is something that needs to be savored one bite at a time, isn't it? Eating too quickly not only prevents you from tasting its exquisite flavor but also ruins the fun. Wouldn't that be too boring?"

"You don't need to beat around the bush with me. In the end, all you want is for me to let her go today." Zi Buyu sneered, glancing at him sideways before letting his gaze wander over Nu Sang'er. Suddenly, he smiled wickedly, "If you want me to let her go today, it's not that difficult... as long as..."

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Author's Note:

Okay, dear readers, I'm officially back! I didn't want to start with any angst as soon as I came back, but... I want to say that the next chapter will still be a bit angsty... Well... a few angsty chapters followed by some sweet ones, hehehehe. Starting today, I'll be updating daily!!

Chapter 86 The Wooden Pillar Must Not Fall (Slight SM, Caution)

"What game do you want to play now?" Hua Duzhuo raised his eyes with interest, his lips curving into a smile. The bronze hairpin in the shape of a hibiscus flower gleamed in his jet-black hair.

"Zi Buyu glanced back, raising the corners of his lips, but did not answer. He simply took another rope and tied Nu Sang'er's feet tightly as well. He then found a thick, long wooden block, placed it under her feet, and adjusted the height of the rope so that Nu Sang'er's heels were raised, and she could only stand on tiptoe, swaying precariously on the wooden block.

Nu Sang'er raised her confused eyes, looking left and right at the two of them, her expression innocent and bewildered, and she twisted her body uncomfortably.

"At least let me see if she really has the ability to become the courtesan queen?" Zi Buyu said charmingly, the curve of his lips seemingly affectionate yet indifferent. He raised his hand and touched Nu Sang'er's cheek, asking with a faint smile, "Do you really want to get down?"

Nu Sang'er seemed afraid of him. Her eyes darted around, but she didn't speak. She just stared at Hua Duzhuo with her watery eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and whispered, "Husband...husband..." Hua

Duzhuo rubbed his nose, a forced gentle smile on his face. He walked gracefully to her and pointed at Zi Buyu, saying with a smile, "Lian'er, this man is also your husband, so you don't need to be afraid..."

"Also my husband?" Nu Sang'er frowned in surprise, glanced at Zi Buyu whose expression was uncertain, and asked with some puzzlement, "Then aren't you my husband?"

Hua Duzhuo used his fan to brush aside the loose strands of hair hanging down his chest, gently tapped her forehead, and patiently 'explained,' "Hehe, silly girl, who said there's only one husband? He's your first husband, and I'm your second husband. We brought you here to play some fun games with you. You must be a good girl and listen to us, understand?"

Nu Sang'er's watery eyes flickered with a slightly confused light, glancing from one thing to another before finally nodding hesitantly after a long while. "...Mmm..." "You still haven't answered

me. Do you want to be put down, hmm?" Zi Buyu pinched her chin with his fingers, preventing her from moving her head and forcing her to look directly into those captivating eyes.

"Mmm...yes..." Nu Sang'er blinked, nodding urgently, then added after a moment's thought, "This...it hurts..."

Zi Buyu loosened his grip with slight satisfaction, took a few steps back, and pointed to the wooden plank where Nu Sang'er was standing on tiptoe. "Let's play something fun," he said. "Look, if this wooden block falls, your feet will dangle in the air, and it will hurt even more. So, you must try your best to stand on this plank and not let it fall. If it falls, it means you lose and will be punished. Understand?"

Nu Sang'er blinked, looked at the plank under her feet with a half-understanding, slowly nodded, bit her lip, and softly hummed in agreement.

Watching Zi Buyu walk to the cabinet with a stern face to find something, Hua Duzhuo smiled lightly at Nu Sang'er, picked up the jade pot from the table, turned around, and lazily reclined on the bed, sipping his wine while squinting at the upcoming show.

When Zi Buyu returned, he was holding a jade dildo shaped like a fox tail. The dildo was made of white jade, with a large, fluffy fox tail hanging from its end. The fox tail was also pure white, with soft, fluffy fur, looking remarkably lifelike.

Zi Buyu, noticing her staring intently at the dildo in his hand, a lewd smile playing on his lips, waved it in front of her a few times and asked, "Is it pretty?"

"Very pretty!! Pretty!!" Nu Sang'er looked at the large white tail, her eyes shining brightly as she smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously.

"Then I'll make it grow on your body too, okay?" Zi Buyu's handsome face deepened with a smile. As he spoke, he waved the jade dildo, letting the soft fox fur gently brush against her nipples and her snow-white breasts.

"Ah...it itches...hehe...it itches so much..." The ticklish sensation of the fox fur digging into her skin made Nu Sang'er laugh incessantly, her body writhing in response. The tingling, numb feeling made her sensitive body tremble violently, and the wooden block beneath her feet began to wobble, about to topple over.

"My lady, you'd better stand firm. If this wooden block falls, you'll be punished," Hua Duzhuo said leisurely, lying on the bed, looking at the swaying wooden plank, taking a sip of wine.

Nu Sang'er tilted her head and glanced at Hua Duzhuo, then looked down at the wooden plank beneath her feet. She nodded, seemingly understanding, and with a hint of fear, strained to straighten herself. Sure enough, the plank swayed less violently. "How naive," Zi Buyu sneered, pursing his lips. His white fox tail gradually moved to the center of her snowy buttocks, brushing against her inner thighs and vulva with light, intermittent strokes. The soft fur prickled those sensitive areas, causing an unbearable itch. The intense itching made her want to scratch, but her wrists were tightly bound behind her back.

The tingling, like a thousand ants gnawing at her bones, made Nu Sang'er writhe unbearably, struggling and shaking her body. With a 'thud,' the wooden plank fell to the ground, and her entire body was suspended in mid-air, without any support. Her soft body spun around in the air. The ropes tightened around her wrists and vulva, causing her to struggle even more violently, crying out in pain.

"It hurts! It hurts! Get down... I want to get down... Waaah... Waaah..."

"You lost..." Zi Buyu used the jade dildo to lift her chin, looking at her with a domineering and arrogant expression, the corners of his lips curved with haughtiness and arrogance.

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at him. She felt that the man's expression was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but at this moment, she didn't seem to understand anything, only crying and wanting to get down.

"Don't shout anymore," Zi Buyu said angrily, pinching her chin, "If you shout again, I'll gag you with something, so you won't be able to say a single word!"

"Eek~~" As if intimidated by his fierce expression, Nu Sang'er suddenly stopped crying, only looking at him with tears in her eyes full of grievance. Occasionally, she would sob softly.

"Alright, alright, that's enough for today." Hua Duzhuo yawned with a smile, lazily got up from the bed, and wobbled over to untie Nu Sang'er from the ropes. He held her in his arms and walked towards the door, saying with a smile, "I'll take her to bathe first."

"Stop!" Zi Buyu said coldly, "I remember saying that there would be punishment if you didn't do well."

"Uh... I forgot about that..." Hua Duzhuo sighed helplessly, put Nu Sang'er down, and made her kneel on a chair. He smiled slightly and said something that Nu Sang'er couldn't understand, "Kneel properly, raise your buttocks a little higher, it won't hurt so much."

The chair was very special. As soon as you knelt down on it, your upper body would slide down, while your snowy buttocks would stick up high. Your wrists and ankles would be automatically fastened with four iron rings, making you unable to move.

“…Lian’er…can’t…move…” Nu Sang’er frowned in panic as she looked at Hua Duzhuo and Zi Buyu, screaming. Seeing the two men standing motionless, she bit her lip and tried to move her body, as if trying to get off the specially made chair. But no matter how she moved, it was all in vain.

Zi Buyu stood beside her, watching with amusement for a while, a chilling smile slowly curving his lips. He drew his whip from his waist, cracking it sharply in the air. “Ready to be punished?”

Nu Sang’er turned to look at the thick whip behind her, her eyes innocent and bewildered. “This snake is so thick…don’t hold it. Snake…snakes bite…”

“Hmph…this snake does bite, and it bites really hard. Do you want to try?” A hint of wickedness played on Zi Buyu’s smile as the thick whip slowly slid across her fair skin.

"...No...I don't want to...a snake bite hurts..." Nu Sang'er hurriedly avoided his gaze, shaking her head desperately with all her might, "No...Lian'er is afraid of pain...Lian'er doesn't like...afraid of pain..."

"But who told you to kick the wooden board over?" Zi Buyu tapped her plump buttocks with the handle of his whip, his dark eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint, "Now I'm going to give you fifty lashes. Count them yourself, don't miscount , or you'll have

to start over." Without waiting for Nu Sang'er to understand,

the thick leather whip lashed heavily across her snowy buttocks. "Ah ...

"Count obediently, or you'll have to start over," Zi Buyu said, 'kindly' reminding her as he wielded the whip. "Waaah...it hurts...ah...one...two...three...one...two...I can't...I can't...I can't count anymore..." Nu Sang'er cried, shaking her snowy buttocks. Her tearful eyes were filled with fear and apprehension as she looked at Zi Buyu.

Zi Buyu paused slightly with the whip, his eyebrows lifting slightly, a wicked smile playing on his perfect lips. "Can't count? Then count like this. I'll stop when you reach fifty."

With that, he raised the whip again and lashed it across her swollen, red buttocks. Each lash made her little bottom tremble, but she still sobbed as she earnestly counted, trying to figure out how to reach fifty...

Chapter 87: Quiet Night, No One Speaks

. Liao Kingdom. Inside the magnificent palace.

"Still no trace of Princess Yu Luo?" Yelü Xuanyun grabbed a handful of birdseed from the jade cup and scattered it on the ground. Watching the birds fluttering their wings and vying for the food, his brow furrowed slightly with a hint of depression. Chi Mu nodded gravely and said in a low voice, "Hmm, I've sent men to search the entire Liao Kingdom, but there's still no trace of the princess. In my opinion, she's probably in grave danger..."

Yelü Xuanyun stared at his crippled legs for a moment, then turned slightly and asked, "Has there been no news from Fifth Uncle or Sixth Brother either?"

"No news either. Moreover, I've heard that the Fifth Prince seems to have been drinking heavily these past few days because of the princess's disappearance, and he seems quite listless..."

"Hmm... How is Sixth Brother's injury?"

"I heard he's mostly recovered," Chi Mu said coldly, her expression seemingly annoyed that his injury was healing too quickly.

"Then why did they leave the palace that night? Is it still unclear?"

"...This subordinate is incompetent; we haven't found out yet..."

"Never mind, let's go to the 'Blazing Sun Palace' first."

"Yes!"

Yelü Xuanyun turned his wheelchair and entered the 'Blazing Sun Palace'. He felt that the atmosphere here was even colder and more desolate than before. Although he rarely saw any servants when he came, there was still some life around. But today, he and Chi Mu stood in the cold, luxurious hall for a long time without seeing a single person. Even when Chi Mu called out loudly a few times, no one responded. The emptiness was chilling. "Strange, when did the 'Blazing Sun Palace' become so desolate?" Chi Mu muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled.

Yelü Xuanyun glanced at the shattered porcelain tiles remaining in the main hall, still glistening with water stains, and smiled knowingly, "You're wrong. It's not that the servants are unwilling to serve, but that those people, though wanting to approach, lack the courage. You stay here; I'll go to Fifth Uncle's bedchamber myself."

"But..." Chi Mu frowned slightly, somewhat uneasy. "Don't worry... Fifth Uncle won't do anything to me. You just wait for me here..." Yelü Xuanyun's calm voice contained an unwavering, authoritative tone. As soon as he finished speaking, he began to wheel himself, slowly moving towards the depths of the dark blue curtains.

Silence! The sound of wheels had barely reached the outside of the bedchamber when Yelü Xuanyun smelled a strong, pungent aroma of alcohol. The smell was so intense that the already frail man couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough heavily a few times.

Once the coughing subsided, he wheeled himself back into the gold-decorated bedchamber. No lights were on, only a single red candle. The candle was clearly half-burnt, leaving a large pool of red tears on the table.

The air was thick with the faint fragrance of incense wafting from the burner, along with a strong smell of alcohol. The man in the black brocade robe was slumped drunkenly on the table, his disheveled black hair obscuring most of his proud and handsome face.

Yelü Xuanyun was slightly taken aback. Since he could remember, his fifth uncle had always seemed so arrogant and haughty, his domineering and disdainful air making him willingly submit. It seemed nothing could bring this man down.

But now, his expression was so dejected and listless, his consciousness so sluggish, that Yelü Xuanyun momentarily couldn't connect him with his usual self.

Someone entered. He seemed oblivious, only vaguely using his right hand to pour wine into his empty cup. Seeing it was empty, he shouted at Yelü Xuanyun, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, "Come, pour me some wine! Pour me some wine!"

Yelü Xuanyun wheeled himself forward, looking at the empty wine jars on the table, a hint of concern in his expression: "Fifth Imperial Uncle, you're drunk, don't drink anymore."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk! Bring me wine! If you don't go, I'll cut off your head!" Yelü Zhuo was completely drunk and didn't even look at who it was, just shouting furiously with his eyes closed.

"There's no more wine..." he replied softly.

"No wine, hardly any wine! Does the palace not even have any wine? Go quickly, go get some for me!" Yelü Zhuo frowned even more, slammed the wine jar in his hand to the ground, and roared angrily.

Yelü Xuanyun looked at the porcelain shattered into countless pieces on the ground, sighed softly in resignation, and after a moment, a ripple appeared in her eyes. She said in a very soft voice, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, I know you're worried about her, but I believe... she'll be alright..."

"...Alright? If she's really alright... why didn't she come back to me?!" Yelü Zhuo gave a bitter laugh, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness. His gaze was fixed on the broken tiles, his dark, distant eyes filled with bitter longing and regret. "...I regret it so much... why did I leave her alone in the carriage?! Why did I take her out of the palace?! Why... why didn't I treat her better before... I sent people to search the entire valley where she fell off the cliff, but there was still no trace of her..." "

..." Yelü Xuanyun looked at his heartbroken expression, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the armrests of her wheelchair. The things she had long suspected were finally confirmed today. But... why did she feel a strange sense of loss?

So, his most respected Fifth Imperial Uncle really did have this kind of relationship with his soon-to-be-married Imperial Consort—a relationship so intricate and complicated. It turned out that nothing had ever truly belonged to him, not even the wife he was about to marry.

Yelü Xuanyun watched his drunken, dazed expression, slowly lowering his head, a desolate sadness settling over his face. He stared self-deprecatingly at his crippled legs, unable to utter a single word for a long time. His face was as pale as snow.

Yelü Zhuo, already thoroughly drunk, was clearly unaware of all this, only clutching an empty wine jar beside him, muttering incessantly, "Sang'er... Sang'er... Where are you... Sang'er..."

Yelü Xuanyun, seeing his expression, said nothing more, nor did she want to ask any more questions. She simply lowered her eyes sadly, turned the wheel, and slowly walked away.

Chi Mu stood in the cold hall for a while before her master, his face pale, slowly appeared in the dark hall.

"Seventh Prince, are you alright? Fifth Prince, he..." Seeing Yelü Xuanyun's unwell expression, Chi Mu's face hardened, and she hurriedly stepped forward to ask. "It's nothing..." Yelü Xuanyun seemed to only then come to his senses, suddenly raising his head. He looked at Chi Mu for a moment before gently shaking his head and smiling. He glanced at what Chi Mu was tightly clutching in his hand and asked indifferently, "What is this?" "

It was just delivered by carrier pigeon. I've already seen it. The chief said that the information the Seventh Prince wanted to find has been obtained, and he has arranged to meet the Seventh Prince at the usual place tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's expression seemed somewhat displeased: "Going to Zuiwu Shenxiang Tower again?"

"If the Seventh Prince is not pleased, perhaps I should have him go somewhere else?"

Yelü Xuanyun pondered for a moment, shook his head, looked at the bright crescent moon in the sky, and said calmly, "Never mind, I know that's his rule, and I can tolerate it for now. Tomorrow we'll go to the Drunken Dance Pavilion."

Chapter 88 Your Woman is Next Door

Outside, the rain curtain stretched endlessly, and drops of transparent water rushed down the eaves, splashing onto the bluestone slabs, forming a series of low and melodious tunes.

Inside the Drunken Dance Pavilion, in the elegantly and luxuriously decorated boudoir, through the rain curtain, one could vaguely see two figures, one in red and one in blue, sitting by the window playing chess. Fragrant

tea rose gently, carrying with it the delicate and elegant aroma that captivated the heart.

"Seventh Prince, you've lost." Zi Buyu fiddled with the last piece in his hand, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Besieged on all sides, surrounded by enemies, the Seventh Prince has no way out."

*Snap!* The black pieces fell, forming a continuous line that completely severed the white pieces behind them.

Yelü Xuanyun glanced at the already defeated chessboard, gave a bitter smile, and said, "If you've won, you've already won. Why bother to describe my miserable situation in such detail?"

Zi Buyu smiled smugly, messed up the chessboard with his hand, his gaze unfathomable, "Speaking it out brings more fun, haha."

"Hehe, you're in a good mood, Chief." Yelü Xuanyun tilted his head and glanced at the continuous rain outside the window, smiling slightly, "The game is over, shouldn't we..."

"No rush." Zi Buyu's dark eyes flickered, changing the subject. With a flick of his sleeve, the women who had been serving him immediately surrounded Yelü Xuanyun affectionately, calling him "Seventh Prince" repeatedly, their voices sweet as honey.

Some of the bolder women nestled softly against him, feeding him pastries with their delicate hands; others held wine cups to his lips; and still others went so far as to grope him.

"How dare you! How dare you!" Chi Mu frowned, his face cold as he shouted at the women's wanton and lewd expressions. The

women, however, remained unfazed, continuing their actions. Some even actively pursued Chi Mu, making his expression grow even colder.

"Seventh Prince, your face is truly handsome. You don't resemble those foreigners I've seen at all. You look more like a man from our Song Kingdom, just like in the operas—a truly elegant young master from a noble family, hehehehehe~~" "

Uh…" Yelü Xuanyun, somewhat embarrassed, pushed away the woman's hand that had slipped onto his genitals, his face slightly flushed, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss."

"Hehehehe, Seventh Prince, you flatter me." The woman's hand once again climbed onto his private parts.

"..." Yelü Xuanyun's expression subtly turned ugly. His brows furrowed, and his smile stiffened slightly. However, Zi Buyu ignored him, a seductive smile playing on his lips as he swallowed a piece of fruit offered by a woman beside him.

"I say, Master, the Seventh Prince is, after all, a distinguished guest of our Drunken Dance Shenxiang Pavilion. It's not proper to treat him like this every time!" With a soft laugh, the beaded curtain was lifted, and a charming man embroidered with peonies walked in, his clothes damp with the light rain. Yelü Xuanyun, as if seeing a savior, quickly turned his gaze to him and said warmly, "Second Master, it's been a long time."

"Hehe, the way the Seventh Prince looks at me is quite similar to someone else's," Hua Duzhuo casually sat down between them, propping his chin up with his hand and smiling as he looked him over.

"Who is it?" Yelü Xuanyun asked

. "Hehe. Nothing much, just an ordinary woman I've met recently..." Hua Duzhuo thought for a moment, then smiled mysteriously and said leisurely, "We're planning to train this woman to be the most beautiful courtesan. Seventh Prince, don't forget to come and support her at the courtesan competition!" "Hmm...definitely..." Yelü Xuanyun replied absentmindedly. He wasn't one for romance, so his words were just a perfunctory response; he didn't really care.

Hua Duzhuo glanced at him, then at Zi Buyu, tossing a strand of hair over her shoulder, and said with a soft laugh, "Zi Buyu, tell the Seventh Prince what news you have quickly, don't keep him anxious."

Zi Buyu then slightly raised her head, looked at Yelü Xuanyun, and said with a wicked smile, "I've already sent people to investigate. Your mother didn't die back then; she's still alive."

"Is that true?!" Yelü Xuanyun's eyes lit up, her expression trembling slightly.

Zi Buyu curled his lips in disdain, his expression filled with arrogant arrogance: "How many times has the news of 'Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion' being sold been false?"

"Then where is she now?" Yelü Xuanyun pressed impatiently.

"We only know she's in the Luoyang area. As for her exact residence, I'm still sending people to investigate. I believe we'll have news in another month or so."

"Hmm, I'm willing to offer ten times the salary. The sooner you find her, the better!" Yelü Xuanyun then took out a stack of silver notes from her sleeve and placed them on the table. Her usually refined gaze shone brightly in the gloomy rain.

"Of course, we will do everything we can to find the Seventh Prince's mother as soon as possible..." Zi Buyu glanced at the stack of silver notes, his smile deepening.

Hua Duzhuo casually picked up the stack of silver notes, elegantly tucking them into her sleeve. Raising her captivating eyes, she smiled charmingly, "Seventh Prince, you're too kind. Hehehe, you've been searching for your mother for so many years." "Fortunately, there's some progress now. I believe it won't be long before you and your child are reunited."

"...I hope...that's true..." Yelü Xuanyun lowered her thick eyelashes, a barely perceptible glint of intense longing flashing in her dark, suppressed eyes.

Suddenly, a woman's delicate, moving moans, tinged with tears, drifted intermittently from next door.

"Ugh...ah...mmm...wooo..."

"...This...is?" Yelü Xuanyun paused, then raised her warm gaze and asked in confusion.

Hua Duzhuo glanced at the room, turned back, and stood up with a smile, saying, "Hehe, it's nothing. I guess that girl is lonely again. I'll go see her. Excuse me."

"Okay."

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Author's Note:

The adorable Yelü Xuanyun, your woman is right next door, go with her!

Chapter 90 Husband, I'm scared (spicy)

"Waaah... um... it hurts..."

Hua Duzhuo looked at her flower cave, which had already flowed too much honey, soaking the black wooden pillars beneath her, before slowly untying the leather locks on her thighs and ankles. He lifted her from the wooden horse onto the bed, hooked the silver chain around her neck with his white fingers, and played with it for a few moments. He chuckled to himself, "We've tried many ways to open this chain, but we haven't been able to. I suppose you're also a slave who secretly escaped from some family?" "Did you accidentally fall off the cliff in the chaos?"

"Hmm..." Nu Sang'er seemed to dislike his playing with the chain around her neck, twisting her neck and frowning.

Hua Duzhuo casually loosened the chain, turned her over, making her kneel on the bed with her back to him, and inserted his fingers deep into her wet, flower-like passage.

"Ouch!"

Feeling her flower-like opening tremble slightly and then begin to reflexively contract, Hua Duzhuo slowly increased the force of his thrusts. The tearing of her lower body brought her intense pain, causing Nu Sang'er to begin to sob softly, crying out in pain.

"My fingers are much thinner than those things, how could it hurt? Are you lying like this to try and get back on that rocking horse?" Hua Duzhuo's lustful eyes narrowed dangerously, his fingers poking heavily into her wet inner walls, threateningly laughing.

"No... I won't ride the rocking horse..." Nusang'er glanced at the rocking horse standing quietly not far away, sobbing and shaking her head in fear, her lower body involuntarily tightening.

He felt it contracting continuously, biting his fingers tightly; that tightness, that heat, made him impatient to insert his manhood. He chuckled softly, a strange glint in his bright eyes, and without further thought, withdrew his wet fingers, wrapped her legs around his waist, and thrust his already hard erection deep into her wet, red flower. He went inside.

His crimson lips bit down hard on her cherry-like breast, causing her to arch her back, her whole body trembling as if struck by lightning. Her watery eyes widened, filled with a confused and ignorant lust.

Seeing her innocent yet alluring state, Hua Duzhuo's desire intensified. He grasped her full, perky breasts, his fiery gaze roaming freely, occasionally kneading them slowly, watching with interest as her breathing became more labored due to his actions.

"Ugh... um... hot... so hot..." Nu Sang'er blinked her eyes in confusion, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip, "Husband... Lian'er... hot... so hot..."

Hua Duzhuo didn't say anything, but just smiled gently, captivatingly, and forcefully spread her legs apart. He lifted her snow-white ankles and pressed them up to almost her chest, while his thick penis was aimed at her wide-open, wet red orifice and began to thrust wildly and forcefully. Her other leg dangled limply in the air, unable to touch the bed at all.

"...Mmm...so tight...so comfortable..." With his eyes closed, feeling her tightness, Hua Duzhuo couldn't help but moan. It felt like countless tiny mouths were desperately sucking and squeezing him inside her. The soft inner walls seemed to generate endless strength, wanting to suck him in completely.

Hua Duzhuo's gaze also became cloud-like and misty. He pecked her pink lips as if in amazement and surprise, and chuckled softly, "My little wife, you're really driving me crazy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew and then thrust in heavily again, before Nu Sang'er could even let out a complete moan. He then pulled her whole body into his arms and began to thrust rapidly and violently inside her.

With her feet dangling in the air, unable to touch the ground, she was tossed up and down by him, her body weight striking her flower-like opening repeatedly. Each slammed into it, drawing his massive member deep inside, stretching her opening wide. With just a slight lowering of his eyes, Hua Duzhuo could see her tightly closed flower bud being stretched open, her narrow, warm opening greedily and laboriously swallowing him. Even though he frequented brothels, the sight made his blood boil, and his movements became even more intense. He felt as if each time he withdrew, that tight little place was about to burst, yet with each powerful thrust

, it would swallow him whole with irresistible tenderness. That ultimate, intoxicating feeling drove him mad, unable to stop. He thrust in and out repeatedly, savoring the intense, tearing pleasure, while the woman's cries gradually faded from his ears.

It wasn't until another man's figure appeared in the room, accompanied by his familiar low laughter, that Hua Duzhuo snapped out of his drunken reverie. Looking at the man before him, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Has our distinguished guest left?"

"Mmm," Zi Buyu replied absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on Nu Sang'er's naked, beautiful body. The bestiality in his alluring eyes began to spread like the night.

Nu Sang'er seemed terrified of Zi Buyu. Seeing him staring at her, she shrank back in fear, her tearful eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. She squirmed restlessly in Hua Duzhuo's arms.

"Lian'er, don't be afraid. We just want to pamper our wives together," Hua Duzhuo soothingly said, gently kneading her breasts in his hands.

Zi Buyu was clearly not as polite as Hua Duzhuo. He expressionlessly lifted her from Hua Duzhuo's body, then laid her down, making her sit on his lap with her back to him. He then shoved her forward, causing her to fall heavily onto Hua Duzhuo.

A lewd smile spread across Hua Duzhuo's face as he understood perfectly. He pulled Nu Sang'er down onto the bed, his erection thrusting deeper into her.

Zi Buyu, in perfect unison, pressed forward, lifting Nu Sang'er's snowy buttocks upwards. He spread her peach-like buttocks with his hands and thrust his already erect member into her trembling pink anus.

"Ah!!!" Nu Sang'er cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. She turned and shook her snowy buttocks violently, as if trying to shake off the thing that caused her so much pain.

"Mmm..." When Zi Buyu entered her from behind, he felt an intense tightness that almost broke his penis, but the extreme pleasure made him tilt his head back and groan.

"Don't squeeze so tight! Take it all in!" Zi Buyu's captivating gaze darkened, and he forcefully spread her buttocks apart to their maximum extent with his large hands before beginning to laboriously thrust back and forth. Although her narrow anus had been stretched open by the wooden stick, it was still incredibly tight. His thick, massive penis thrust fiercely into her, forcing her tightly locked anus to open and bloom each time, causing her swollen anus to still tightly grip and bite his massive member. Each impact pushed Nu Sang'er forward deeply. In the past, Nu Sang'er cried out in pain, "It hurts... Waaah... It hurts so much... Husband... Don't do it anymore... Lian'er... It hurts... Lian'er is full... I can't eat anymore... Waaah... Lian'er isn't hungry... I don't want to eat anymore... Waaah..."

Because of the pain, Nu Sang'er cried and cried out incessantly, her lower body constantly receiving honey-like fluids that stretched the thick penis, which thrust straight into her, squeezing her entire lower body as if it were about to break, the thin flesh in the middle almost being rubbed raw.

Zi Buyu listened to her silly cries, a half-smile playing on his lips, and raised his hand to slap her snowy buttocks hard. Her snowy buttocks immediately trembled a few times, and Nu Sang'er cried out in pain, turning her head to look at him with tears in her eyes, confused and frightened. He, however, just smiled charmingly, kneading her buttocks and thrusting even harder.

"Just scream it out loud, scream it out for me to hear! Scream it out now!" The low growl was full of lust, like a hungry beast yearning to drink blood. "Ah...it hurts...ah..."

"Waaah... Waaah... Ahh... Waaah..."

Hearing Nu Sang'er's beautiful, soft cries and moans, Zi Buyu felt a different kind of brutal blood rushing through his body. That desire for release, for catharsis, made him let out a rough roar with his dark eyes. He suddenly lifted Nu Sang'er's buttocks up, his lower body thrusting wildly between her legs like a pile driver, making the quiet room echo with loud slapping sounds. All the pleasure was concentrated on that penis, making his tailbone tingle and the pleasure pile up endlessly. Nu

Sang'er kept shaking her head, crying loudly with her eyes closed. The man's thick body pressed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe. An unusual blush rose on her cheeks. Her legs were spread wide, wantonly swallowing and spitting out two purplish-red penises. Her pink vaginal flesh was rubbed until it was red and swollen, even showing faint traces of blood.

"My dear, relax... relax, it won't hurt so much..." Hua Duzhuo pretended to gently kiss away the tears streaming down her face, his large hands kneading her soft flesh, while his desire below him was rapidly and urgently released within her.

"Are you enjoying ourselves? Hmm?!" A strong hand slapped her buttocks again with a loud crack. Zi Buyu's wicked expression twisted slightly as he thrust violently into her, as if he wanted to devour the woman before him, leaving not even bones behind.

Nu Sang'er couldn't understand what they were saying; she just closed her eyes and sobbed incessantly, her tears streaming down her face, making her exceptionally pitiful. However, her breasts, held erect and blooming by the ropes, and the honeyed fluid on her lower body, seemed to be inviting the man to taste and ravage them even more deeply.

The two men took turns thrusting in and out from the front and back, her vagina being pushed against by two different forces, not missing an inch of her sensitive spot. They thrust so deep, each time penetrating to the very narrowest depth. Each time, she pushed her delicate body towards the other, the previous one barely out before the other eagerly thrust in. And so it went, endlessly.

The movements were rapid, wild as a runaway horse, the collision of their pubic bones producing a constant, loud sound. She was so tight, making each bite incredibly pleasurable for the men, a pleasure they lingered in, each withdrawal difficult, tearing the pink flesh inside out. "Husband... I'm scared... I don't want it anymore... scared... Lian'er is scared..." Nu Sang'er shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face and splashing onto Hua Duzhuo's chest. Those hot tears suddenly stirred a pang of pity in Hua Duzhuo's usually cold heart. "Uh..." Hua Duzhuo raised his eyes, frowning slightly. He too felt the pace was too fast. Waves of pleasure, like shivers, spread from his spine, spreading outwards. This endless pleasure, while intoxicating, was something even the most skilled at serving men, Luo Yu, might find difficult to bear, let alone this little girl.

"Master... this girl might not be able to handle it, perhaps... we should slow down?" Zi

Buyu ignored him, his dark eyes unfocused. He gripped her snow-white buttocks with both hands and desperately thrust the hot iron into her body, pumping it in and out, nailing her to the bed like a pile driver.

Hua Duzhuo knew he was deliberately venting his pain over losing Luoyu on Nu Sang'er. A hint of displeasure and helplessness rose in his heart. His voice turned colder and higher: "I'm telling you, Zi Buyu, if you play like this and break her, where will you keep me company?"

Zi Buyu raised his head, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over him coldly, before lowering his head again, pressing tightly against her snowy buttocks, and thrusting hard again, until he had thrust hard dozens of times, making a squelching sound as they slammed together, which was already soaking wet. Seeing Nu Sang'er lying limply on Hua Duzhuo's body, almost unconscious, he finally ejaculated his hot semen into her body with a heavy thrust. Chapter 90 of

12-11

: Deep Hatred, Unresolved Feelings .

In the Hundred Birds Garden, colorful birds flew about, their melodious cries occasionally piercing through the green leaves and drifting leisurely into the sky.

"Xuan'er, are you feeling bored sitting here?"

Yelü Xuanyun asked with a slight smile, looking at the girl sitting beside her, who was resting her cheek on one hand and holding a handful of birdseed in the other, but not eating it.

"Ah! No, no!" Coming to her senses, Luanxuan quickly turned around, waving her hand with a giggle. "It's so interesting here, how could I be bored!"

Yelü Xuanyun smiled slightly, looking directly at her. "No need to force yourself. If you're bored, go wander around somewhere else. You don't need to stay here with me."

Luanxuan rolled her eyes, a mix of mischief and coquettishness, and pouted slightly. "Seventh Brother, I already said I'm not bored anymore. I know your future sister-in-law's disappearance must have made you very unhappy. I came here today specifically to keep you company. I haven't even been here long, and you already think I'm annoying?"

"...Hehe, how could I be annoying..." Yelü Xuanyun gazed tenderly at her charming and adorable face. Suddenly, an emotion buried deep within him for many years stirred up within him. A strange undercurrent flowed slowly in his clear, slightly suppressed eyes. "...Even if you came every day, I wouldn't be annoyed...I'd even be very happy..."

"Hehe, really? Then I'll come here every day from now on, to make you happy, Seventh Prince! Haha!" Luan Xuan tilted her head and laughed heartily, her eyes sparkling brighter than a luminous pearl.

Yelü Xuanyun looked at her smile and smiled back. After a moment of silence, his clear gaze fell directly on her face, and he said slowly, "Actually, you're the one who's unhappy today, aren't you? Xuan'er, is something on your mind?"

Hearing this, Luan Xuan's smile vanished instantly. Her eyes flickered, and she crossed her arms, lowering her head dejectedly. She pouted and whispered, "If you ask me, the smartest person in the palace is Seventh Prince. Nothing can escape your eyes."

"What happened? Tell Seventh Prince, maybe he can help you." His gentle voice held a hint of urgent concern.

"Actually, it's nothing, I just...really hate that Consort Yu..." Luanxuan rested her chin on her arms, her eyes downcast as she muttered, "Consort Yu? Is that the Song woman Father just bestowed the title upon?" Yelü Xuanyun's expression showed a hint of surprise. "Why do you dislike her so much?"

"No reason, I just hate her! I hate her the moment I see her!" Luanxuan pouted, her face full of jealousy. Thinking back to how Ling Chunjian had scolded her for her sake that day, she felt a surge of anger. Now, thinking about it, she felt both angry and aggrieved, and wanted to cry. How could Ling Chunjian scold her like that for a woman he had only met a few times? Did he think she was less important than this Song woman?

"What exactly happened?" Yelü Xuanyun frowned when he saw her flushed face, which looked extremely angry, with tears welling up in her eyes. He reached out and stroked her hair soothingly, and said softly, "Tell your seventh brother, and he will definitely help you get revenge, okay?"

Although many days had passed, Luanxuan's grievances could not be dispelled, and even accumulated more and more with time. Ling Chunjian had not appeared in front of her for the past few days, which made her heart feel like it was tightly blocked by something, both sour and painful. Now, being comforted by Yelü Xuanyun's gentle care, she could no longer hold back and threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his knees and crying loudly.

"Waaah... Seventh Brother... Waaah... Luanxuan was bullied... bullied so badly... Waaah... Seventh Brother, you must avenge Luanxuan... Waaah..."

Yelü Xuanyun tenderly stroked her black hair, a rare hint of anger rising in his calm voice: "Alright, tell Seventh Brother what happened first, even if Seventh Brother is shattered to pieces, he will definitely avenge you."

Luanxuan finally stopped crying after a long while, raised her swollen eyes, and began to sob, "Seventh Brother, do you still remember that ferret? That day I..."

"..."

"...So that's how it is..." Yelü Xuanyun listened to her sobs, his expression slightly stunned, a stinging pain flashing across his clear, cloud-like eyes.

"That's right! I've been so good to Ling Chunjian, I've always been so good to him, but he treated me like this. He humiliated me in public for that woman. I'm so heartbroken and angry! Seventh brother, I don't care, you have to help me get revenge!" Luanxuan tugged at Yelü Xuanyun's sleeve, her red eyes filled with spoiled sadness and resentment.

Yelü Xuanyun lowered his eyes slightly, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and smiled gently, saying slowly, "...Then how do you want me to help you take revenge? To kill her, or to make her wish she were dead?"

Luanxuan rolled her bright eyes, thought for a moment, and said willfully, "I want to make her suffer as much as possible. The more anxious she is about that ferret, the more I'll take it away. I want you, Seventh Brother, to help me steal that ferret! So she won't be able to find it no matter how hard she looks!"

Yelü Xuanyun nodded, stroking her hair, and said, "Okay, I promise you, I will definitely help you steal that ferret within three days."

"Really!" Luanxuan's eyes immediately lit up, and she happily grabbed Yelü Xuanyun's hand, smiling brightly, "I knew Seventh Brother loved Xuan'er the most, I love Seventh Brother the most!" "

Hehe, silly girl," Yelü Xuanyun chuckled indulgently, ruffling her hair with a warm and gentle smile.

No matter what, as long as you're happy, I won't let anyone hurt you. This initial warmth blooming in my world—no one can take away her happiness. "Princess, so you're here! The Marquis has ordered people to look for you everywhere!" A maidservant came running from afar, panting heavily.

"Oh? What do you need me for?" "Luanxuan stood up in confusion. "This servant doesn't know either. Princess, you should go back and check."

"Oh..." Luanxuan nodded, turned around and smiled, "Then, Seventh Brother, I'll go back first."

"Yes, go back quickly."

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Luanxuan returned to her palace.

As soon as she stepped into the main hall, she saw Ling Chunjian, dressed in a jade-green robe, walk out of the hall. Her steps immediately froze, and she stood there, unable to move, staring blankly at her with her almond-shaped eyes, her pink lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Compared to her blank and silly appearance, Ling Chunjian's expression was much calmer. He simply stepped forward indifferently, bowed slightly and said, "Greetings, Princess," before brushing past her without looking at her.

His steps didn't even pause for a moment.

"You..." Luanxuan naturally sensed that he clearly didn't want to talk to her anymore. After all, she was spoiled and pampered. Even though Ye Fuge always teased and joked with her, he usually gave in to her. She had never really suffered any grievances. Now, being looked down upon by that person, the bitterness, grievances, and anger in her heart surged up again. She turned around, stomped her feet, and shouted, "...You...you stop right there!"

Ling Chunjian stopped walking, turned around, and said gently, "What are your orders, Princess?"

"You...I..." The calmer his expression, as if nothing had happened, the angrier Luanxuan became. She bit her lip tightly, looking at him with a mixture of anger and resentment, but couldn't utter another word. "My dear wife, if you're angry with me, you don't have to involve others. If you want to hit or scold, come at me, don't make things difficult for my brothers!" Ye Fuge's shrewd and cunning peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. He chuckled and stepped forward, pretending to be affectionate as he put his arm around Luanxuan's waist, playfully whispering in her ear, "I know I was too rough in bed yesterday. I'll tell you all these tricks were taught by Brother Chunjian, it's all a lie. Don't really take your anger out on him! Hahaha!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? What do you mean by 'in bed' or 'outside bed'!" Luan Xuan struggled, completely bewildered, trying to push him away, but Ye Fuge held her tightly. His mischievous, peach-blossom eyes gleamed with an increasingly playful and even lustful smile. "Alright, alright, my beloved wife, calm down. Come on, let's go to bed and comfort you. How about you do whatever you want to me? I'm all laid out for you to do whatever you want, how about that?"

"You... Ye Fuge... let me go... who wants to do anything to you! Let me go!! Let me go!" Luan Xuan was both confused and angry at him for suddenly saying these blush-inducing words in front of Ling Chunjian. She pounded on him, trying to break free from his embrace, but Ye Fuge wouldn't let her. The two of them wrestled and argued endlessly in the hall.

Ling Chunjian glanced indifferently at the two of them making a scene in the hall, then turned and walked out.

Chapter 91 Candlelight in the Dark Room (Slightly Angsty)

"What are you doing? Are you sick?!" Luan Xuan struggled to push away the chest pressing against her, her dark eyes blazing with anger.

Ye Fuge glanced back at the empty hall behind him, brushed the dust off his chest, and gave her a sidelong glance, his smile tinged with sarcasm. He said coolly, "If I had known you were this stupid, I would have let you completely break ties with him just now, so I wouldn't have to play the villain here!"

Luan Xuan was stunned for a moment before she realized, "So you were helping me just now?"

"Hmph, what else would I be helping? If I wasn't helping you, would I be helping a pig?" Ye Fuge glanced at her as if she were an idiot, then leisurely sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. "You..." Luan Xuan bit her lip and glared at him. The gratitude she had felt just moments before vanished with his mockery and insults. Actually, she still felt that something was off. For example, his words about "intimate matters between husband and wife" in bed and out of bed just sounded a bit strange.

"Oh, this is quite lively." With a soft laugh, Dong Xiaozi entered, dressed in a long red and white robe adorned with peonies, carrying an exquisite porcelain vase.

"Dong Xiaozi, what brings you here?" Luanxuan raised her eyes in surprise, her bright gaze immediately freezing when it fell upon the small, ethereal porcelain vase hidden in his sleeve.

"Hehe, I've come to say goodbye. I'll be returning to Fusang in a couple of days."

"Leaving so soon?"

"Hehe, are you reluctant to part with me?" Dong Xiaozi lightly lifted Luanxuan's chin, his breath warm against her ear. The ambiguous gesture caused Ye Fuge to cough violently beside him.

"Um... a little, hehe..." Luanxuan awkwardly pushed his hand away, took a step back, scratched her head, and giggled sheepishly.

Seeing this, Dong Xiaozi casually waved the porcelain bottle in mid-air and said, "Xuan'er, before we part, I don't have much to give you, so I'll just give you this bottle of 'Intoxicating Drink.' Do you like it?

" "Mmm! I love it!" Luanxuan stared intently at the small porcelain bottle in his hand as if bewitched, nodding her head repeatedly in agreement. Seeing that he was only waving the bottle in front of her and didn't intend to give it to her, she anxiously tiptoed to reach for it, but Dong Xiaozi spun around and dodged her. He blinked his captivating autumn eyes, waving the porcelain bottle in his hand, and said seductively, "I heard that there is a 'Drunken Dance of Agarwood' brothel at the border between the Song Dynasty and the Liao Dynasty. Every night, there is singing and dancing, and it is very lively. Why don't you come with me tonight?"

"Okay, okay! Anywhere is fine, anywhere is fine!" "Luan Xuan snatched the porcelain bottle, agreeing readily with a look of 'everything is negotiable.

' 'Hehe, alright, then it's a deal.'

Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion. Inside the magnificent warm pavilion.

Nu Sang'er tiptoed into the small room filled with scrolls, looking left and right with an innocent and curious expression. Strange, she was just a little hungry, so she wanted to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat, but how did she end up here? Did she remember the location of the kitchen wrong?

Suddenly, something attracted her, and she walked to a desk with her soft, watery eyes wide open. On it was a portrait of a woman that seemed to have just been painted, with some ink marks still wet.

'Beautiful...so beautiful...' Nu Sang'er looked at the woman in the portrait, whose appearance was exquisite and graceful, her innocent eyes filled with envy. She reached out and gently stroked the woman's face in the painting, her little face full of envy: 'Sister, what's your name?'" "You...you're so beautiful! I want to be this beautiful too!"

Seeing that the woman in the painting didn't respond, she looked up again, looking around. Every corner of the room was filled with portraits, and they all depicted the same person, only with different expressions. Some were smiling sweetly, some were bowing their heads and frowning, some were silently weeping, and some had alluring eyes. "This house is full of older sisters...older sisters, how come you have so many faces?" Nusang'er surveyed the entire room, exclaiming in surprise. Then, for some reason, fear crept into her eyes. She murmured, shaking her head and rubbing her small hands, unconsciously backing away.

"Afraid...Lian'er...afraid..."

Suddenly, her gaze fell on the painting hanging on the table. The painting also depicted that woman, but for some reason, there was a speck of dust on her tear-streaked left cheek.

"Sister, your face is dirty..." Nusang'er stared blankly at the painting, her brows furrowing with pity. "Sister, are you crying so sadly because your face is dirty? Don't cry... I'll clean it for you..."

Saying this, she actually started climbing onto the table. It took her a lot of effort to finally climb up. She looked at the portrait in front of her, tilting her head and smiling foolishly. "Sister, Lian'er will clean it for you now, don't cry..."

With that, she vigorously rubbed the portrait with her sleeve. The thin paper couldn't withstand such force; with a ripping sound, the snow-white portrait instantly tore in two. One half even wobbled off the wall and silently landed on the ground. "Ah... it's ruined..." Nu Sang'er stared blankly at the half-eaten portrait on the snow-white wall, letting out a stunned cry, frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

Just then, a chilling roar, filled with anger, swept in from outside the door like a storm: "Who let you in? What are you doing here!" Startled, Nu

Sang'er turned around and slipped, accidentally knocking over a dish of ink on the table. The black ink spilled out, staining the newly painted portrait on the desk a dark, indelible mess.

Outside the door, the man who slowly walked in, his lips tightly pressed together, had an even darker and more sinister expression than the spilled ink.

"...Don't...don't come any closer...I...I didn't mean to...no...no..." Nu Sang'er trembled with fear as she watched the man approach, his face filled with murderous intent. She slid off the table and retreated frantically towards the corner of the wall. "Come here," Zi Buyu coldly stared at her, his eyes, slightly red with anger, flashing with a piercing, bloodthirsty glint. His deep, sinister voice was as chilling as if it came from the depths of hell.

“No… I won’t go…” Nu Sang’er shook her head in fear. She looked at the beast in front of her, who seemed ready to pounce and devour her at any moment. She instinctively knew that she was about to suffer terrible treatment again. She hurriedly covered her ears with her hands, trying to deceive herself, and shouted in a panic, “No… it wasn’t Lian’er who broke it… it wasn’t Lian’er who did it… it wasn’t me… it wasn’t me…” Seeing the man staring at her with his sinister eyes without saying a word, but taking steps closer and closer, his cold and chilling gaze terrified her. She backed away, frantically grabbing the scrolls from the cabinet behind her and throwing them at him, screaming in fright, “Don’t come any closer! Don’t come any closer!”

The snow-white scrolls kept fluttering down between them. Occasionally, the portraits that were revealed were still of that woman, but Nu Sang’er obviously had no mood to look anymore. She took advantage of a moment when he was distracted, and in a flash, she ran towards the door in a panic.

However, before she could run more than a few steps, she bumped into a hard chest, followed by a voice, as thin as smoke, filled with surprise.

"Oh... Lian'er?! What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic? How did you get out of that house?"

Nu Sang'er didn't answer, but looked at the man who walked out of the door with a cold and gloomy face and a sneer. Her body trembled again, and she frantically grabbed Hua Duzhuo's sleeve, hiding her whole body behind him, crying out in fear and tears, "Husband... Husband, save Lian'er... save Lian'er... Lian'er won't be caught by my husband... my husband... will eat Lian'er... sob sob..."

"What... what's going on?" Hua Duzhuo frowned and asked, puzzled.

"If you want to know, why don't you go in and see for yourself? See what she's done." Zi Buyu's voice was indescribably cold, and the chilling rage on his charming face even startled Hua Duzhuo. Hua Duzhuo, naturally perceptive, merely glanced at the room, seeing the tattered portrait, the mess on the floor, and the spilled ink on the desk, and he already understood. He coughed, looked back at Nu Sang'er, whose face was pale with fright, and then smiled obsequiously at Zi Buyu:

"Boss, isn't there an old saying that ignorance is no excuse? Let's forgive her this time. I think she won't dare to do it again."

"I can overlook how you've protected her in the past, but today, you better mind your own business!" Zi Buyu said each word harshly, the murderous aura gathering in his dark eyes growing stronger and stronger, so strong that even three days of torrential rain couldn't diminish it in the slightest.

Hua Duzhuo knew his temper well and knew he was now truly enraged. She realized she couldn't stop him. Shaking her head, she looked at Nu Sang'er and sighed helplessly, "You really are something. How did you end up there? The more he doesn't want anyone to touch something, the more trouble you cause inside. How can I protect you?"

"Husband..." Nu Sang'er didn't understand what he was talking about. She just clutched the jade belt around his waist tightly, refusing to let go, calling out pitifully softly.

"Even if you call me 'husband' ten thousand times, even if you scream your lungs out, he can't save you today!" Zi Buyu said coldly, his eyes gleaming with malice. He grabbed her wrist forcefully, and with a slight pull, dragged her off Hua Duzhuo and towards the dark room deep in the corridor.

Nu Sang'er's face immediately turned pale. Struggling as he dragged her forward, she looked at Hua Duzhuo with panicked pleading, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, "Husband...husband...waaaah...save Lian'er...husband..."

"Husband...Lian'er is scared...husband...I don't want to go...I don't want to go in with you...I won't go in...don't go in...waaaah..."

"Husband...husband...Lian'er is scared..."

Hua Duzhuo stood helplessly in place until he watched her delicate body being forcibly dragged into the dark room. Only then did he sigh and follow.

Inside the dark room, the dim light cast the shadows of three people silently onto the dark gray walls. Under the flickering candlelight, a thick, long leather whip lashed incessantly.

The sharp sound of the whip striking flesh and the low sobs echoed intermittently in the silent, oppressive dark room.

"Why aren't you running away anymore? Don't you like running away!" *Crack! Crack!* As the man questioned her, one or two more heavy lashes of the leather whip struck the swollen, red buttocks. "Waaah...it hurts...it hurts...Lian'er knows she was wrong...she knows she was wrong..." the girl cried, tears streaming down her face. Her naked body was suspended from the eaves, and with each lash, her body swayed involuntarily forward. One half of her peach-like buttocks remained intact, while the other half was swollen and red like a small bun, covered with crisscrossing, deep red welts. "Wrong? Where were you wrong? Speak!" Zi Buyu's furious eyes flashed with a sharp lightning bolt, and another fierce lash struck the spot with the most bloody welts. The unbearable tearing and burning pain immediately spread throughout Nu Sang'er's body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

This method of beating was a harsh way used in brothels to punish disobedient prostitutes. The overlapping pain and the feeling of her other half being unharmed intensified her perception of pain. Each lash was like a knife slowly slicing through her skin, making her feel like she was dying, in unbearable agony.

"I was wrong... Lian'er shouldn't have ruined the painting... I was wrong... Waaah..." Crack

! Crack! Crack!

"Why did you go to that room?!"

"Ah... my stomach... I'm hungry... Waaah... I'm looking for... looking for food... Don't hit me anymore... It hurts... Waaah..."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Another dense chorus of whipping sounds rang out. Nu Sang'er's face was already deathly pale from the pain, and her inner thighs were red and swollen from the whipping, with bloody welts appearing.

"Will you dare to go into that room again?!" A sharp rebuke accompanied by several loud cracks of the whip swept fiercely between her legs. The burning pain made her shake her head desperately, twisting and struggling on the rope, crying out.

"I won't... Lian'er... I won't go... I won't go... Don't hit Lian'er... Don't hit Lian'er..."

"Alright, you've asked her everything you needed to ask, and she knows she was wrong. Considering it's her first offense, let her go this time."

Hua Duzhuo, seeing how badly she was beaten, couldn't bear it any longer. He narrowed his eyes and stepped forward to persuade her.

"..." Zi Buyu glanced at Hua Duzhuo, put away the leather whip, and traced the thick, long cowhide braid inch by inch with his rough, hard fingers. His dark eyes still seemed to hold some lingering anger, unwilling to let it go.

"It's terrible! It's terrible!" Just then, Mei Niang rushed in, her face pale and her brows furrowed with worry. She cried out to Zi Buyu, "Master, there's a very important guest in the front hall that I really can't handle! You'd better come with me quickly! If we're any later, he'll smash our establishment's signboard!"

"Hmm...?" Upon hearing this, Zi Buyu's expression changed. He threw down his long whip, his face darkening as he strode out towards the front hall.

Chapter 92 Let Me Rub It for You

"You..." With a soft sigh from the man, the ropes binding Nu Sang'er were untied. She slumped limply into Hua Duzhuo's fragrant embrace, sobbing uncontrollably. She cried very sadly.

“You broke his most cherished possession and touched the thing he hates others touching the most. How could he not be angry?” Hua Duzhu shook his head helplessly again, picked up her petite body and walked to the bedside, letting her lie on it. A deep sense of melancholy crossed his expression. “No wonder he’s so angry. When that woman was alive, he loved her dearly and wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch her in the slightest. After she passed away, he even made her residence a forbidden area, not allowing anyone but himself to enter. Every painting there was painted by his own hand for her. And you not only destroyed the portrait he cherished most, but also made a mess of the place. How could he let you off the hook?!”

“…It wasn’t…on purpose…” Nu Sang’er listened as if she understood, her nose red as she sobbed intermittently in a low voice. Her slender fingers gripped the bedding tightly, she bit her lip and looked back, crying and wailing in pain.

Hua Duzhuo's clear eyes slowly fell on her swollen and red buttocks, a hint of coolness appearing in his gaze. His palm then covered her swollen and hot buttocks, skillfully kneading them.

“

Remember my words. You can go anywhere here, but you must never step into that room again. That room is a forbidden place he set up, a place where he reminisces about the past and remembers his loved ones. I don’t care how much you understand, just remember, if you don’t want to suffer anymore, never step into that place again!”

“It hurts…it hurts…wait…don’t rub it…it hurts…” Although his movements weren’t too rough, Nu Sang’er kept crying out in pain, struggling to stop him from rubbing her. “Be a good girl and listen to me. This way, I’ll rub away the bruises, and your buttocks won’t hurt so much anymore.” Hua Duzhuo held her tightly in his arms, calmly continuing to rub her snowy buttocks. The soft heat in his palms made his body somewhat restless, but seeing her pale face from the pain and her fingers tightly gripping his sleeve, he ultimately restrained himself for the time being.

"It still hurts so much...no...Lian'er...don't do this..." The knife-like pain made Nu Sang'er cry and struggle incessantly, her pink buttocks swaying restlessly in his palms, as if trying to escape this unbearable control.

Seeing her pained expression, Hua Duzhuo's eyes flashed. Ignoring her resistance, he pressed her onto his lap, pulled out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from his robes, bit open the stopper with his teeth, and slowly poured the liquid inside onto her swollen buttocks.

Unexpectedly, this only made things worse... Upon hearing the liquid, Nu Sang'er cried out even louder, her pink buttocks swaying violently even more restlessly. "Ah...it hurts...Lian'er's body...is on fire...it hurts...it hurts...fire...it hurts...sob...Lian'er is going to die...I'm going to be burned to death..."

Hua Duzhuo listened to her frantic cries, feeling both angry and amused. He raised his hand and slapped her bright red buttocks, laughing and scolding, "If it could really burn you to death, you silly little girl, I would have far fewer troubles!" "

With that, he grabbed a quilt from a pile to the side, wrapped her up tightly, and swept her up in his arms. He kicked open the door to the dark room and went out. He carried Nu Sang'er through the long corridor and up to the second floor, which was decorated with red lanterns. Just as he was about to carry her into the bath, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the brightly lit, revelry-filled lobby downstairs. He stopped in his tracks. His thin lips curled into a smile, and his clear, intelligent eyes looked down at the scene as if watching a play.

In the lobby, filled with the aroma of wine, Zi Buyu stood in the middle, his face dark, looking at the two people opposite him. His anger was about to erupt.

"Hey, why don't you say anything? All the girls here are ugly and an eyesore. Can't you find some pretty girls for us to see!" "The young master, disguised as a man, laughed provocatively, leaning against the red-clad man beside him, and shouted loudly,

"Yes, everyone says that the women of Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion are all as beautiful as celestial beings, swaying gracefully, and as beautiful as a startled swan. But when we look around, they are all just a bunch of ordinary beauties. It seems that Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion is nothing but a facade, far inferior to our 'Dream Pavilion' in Japan!" The man in the red and white robes, also drunk, embraced the young master beside him, his face full of contemptuous and mocking smiles.

Zi Buyu smiled coldly, his dark eyes showing a hint of impatience: "You two are drunk. Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Pavilion is never short of beauties, but our beauties never see drunkards. If you two want to see the real beauties here, you should come back when you are sober. Show them out!" "

Having said all that, the intention to expel them was quite clear. The once bustling hall fell silent. Regular customers knew that the leader here was ruthless and cunning, a man of deep cunning, and not someone to be trifled with. Therefore, most people simply came here to enjoy themselves and rarely caused trouble.

However, these two were now so openly causing trouble, clearly having provoked the leader's anger. Everyone was both tense and expectant, watching how this drama would end.

The two men, however, showed no sign of panic. The man in the red and white robes swayed as he stood up, walked to Zi Buyu's side, and lightly hooked his chin with his finger, his eyes revealing a drunkenness that was hard to tell was genuine: "Oh? Is the leader issuing an order to leave? This is not the way of business! In my opinion, looking around, the leader here is probably the most handsome, surpassing all these women by a thousand or so. How about you spend the night with me?" " How about I offer a thousand pieces of gold?"

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Dongxiaozi... Pfft... Hahahaha, you're really drunk... He's a man... Hahahaha... You're drunk... You're drunk... Hahahaha!" Upon hearing this, the handsome 'young master' immediately threw his head back and burst into laughter. Whether he had drunk too much or was too laughing to sit still, he soon lay sprawled on the ground, kicking his legs wildly, clutching his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

"Hehe... Hehehe..."

"What are you laughing at?" On the second floor of the small building, under the red lamplight, Hua Duzhuo looked at Nu Sang'er, whose face was only visible beneath the quilt, her dark, watery eyes crinkling with laughter, and asked with some confusion.

Nu Sang'er glanced downstairs again, smiling innocently, her expression somewhat longing: "Hehe... They're laughing so much... I want to go and play with them too, okay?" "

Of course... not good." Hua Duzhuo ignored the obvious disappointment in her eyes, hugged her tightly, raised his eyes slightly, and turned to walk towards the bath.

In the lobby downstairs, Luanxuan rubbed her drunken eyes, looked at the slightly swaying red lanterns on the second floor of the small building, and said to the person next to her with some doubt, "Eh? Dong... Xiao... Dong Xiaozi... Am I seeing things? The person that man was hugging just now looks like the future Empress Dowager..."

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Author's Note:

There are some small misunderstandings... I hope everyone can enjoy reading the story, (*^＿＿^*) Hehe...

Chapter 93 Husband, are you sick? (Slightly spicy)

Autumn days are always rainy and gloomy. Withered yellow leaves flutter in the wind and rain, soaking the city in the chill of autumn.

These past few days have been even worse, with a heavy rain almost every evening. A bright autumn day in the morning can turn into a downpour in the afternoon, often leaving those who went out on errands stranded halfway home.

It's truly unfortunate, and unfortunately, Hua Duzhuo is one of those unfortunate people.

"Achoo!! Cough cough…" Hua Duzhuo lay pale and weak on the bed, clutching a hand warmer, sneezing painfully.

"Husband…" Nu Sang'er stared blankly at his red eyes and tightly furrowed brows, her own face showing the same discomfort as his. "…Husband, don't get sick…get well soon!"

"Cough…I'm fine…don't worry, a cold is just a minor illness, I'll be better in a few days." Hua Duzhuo coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and glanced meaningfully at the tea on the table.

Nu Sang'er stared blankly at him, then understood. She quickly got up, poured him a cup of tea, and said repeatedly, "Husband, have some tea... have some tea..."

Hua Duzhuo nodded, about to take a sip, but Nu Sang'er didn't immediately hand it to him. Instead, she hurriedly blew on it a few times before handing it over with a silly smile, saying, "...Careful...careful...it's hot..."

Seeing this, Hua Duzhuo was taken aback. A fleeting moment of emotion flashed in his eyes, which were usually filled with romantic notions. Over the years, many women had tried to curry favor with him, but he hadn't felt any pleasure from them. In fact, he was quite annoyed by their flattery. But the woman before him gave him a completely different feeling. She was as pure as water flowing down from the Tianshan Mountains, flawless and innocent. He sighed, as if with pity, and took the tea she offered, smiling faintly, "Looks like you're not so foolish after all!"

“Lian’er isn’t stupid… Lian’er isn’t stupid at all…” Nu Sang’er pouted unhappily, then scratched her head and blinked earnestly, adding, “Lian’er… is just… just a little clumsy…”

“Pfft, hahaha, yes, yes! Our Lian’er isn’t stupid at all, just a little clumsy, and adorably so!” Hua Duzhuo laughed as he pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, kissing her cheek heavily several times without any restraint. Only when he saw Nu Sang’er’s pained expression, wanting to cry out but holding back, did he remember the injury on her bottom and gently loosened his grip, asking, “It’s been three or four days, is it still very painful? I clearly applied medicine for you that day and even soaked you in the secret bath all night, isn’t it better yet?”

“…Hmm… still a little… painful…” Nu Sang’er nodded vigorously, blinking pitifully.

Hua Duzhuo pondered for a moment, then said, "Come, take off your skirt and let me see."

"No... I won't take it off..." Nu Sang'er shook her head, blushing, somewhat embarrassed. "It doesn't hurt anymore... Lian'er doesn't hurt..."

"What, are you not listening to your husband?" Hua Duzhuo deliberately put on a stern face, displeased. "Lian'er is being so disobedient, are you trying to make me angry and make my illness worse?"

"No, no..." Nu Sang'er bit her lip and shook her head. She hurriedly lowered her eyes to untie her belt, taking off her clothes one by one, revealing her smooth, pink, snow-white buttocks to him. The white, tender flesh was no longer as red and swollen as it had been that day, and the shocking whip marks had all disappeared. Only some places were still slightly red. Compared to before the beating, this color seemed to be more like a ripe peach.

Looking at that delicate, alluring, and glossy snow-white buttocks, Hua Duzhuo felt a surge of desire rising within him. However, his weakness prevented him from exerting any strength. He was like a duck within his grasp, yet he couldn't eat it, a wave of frustration washing over him.

But he wasn't one to let his mood be easily spoiled. He glanced at a purple, rough wooden fake body still at the foot of the bed, his eyes lighting up. He pinched the soft, tender flesh before him, his voice full of seduction.

"...Lian'er, do you want your husband to recover soon?"

"Yes, I do! Lian'er wants to!" Nu Sang'er nodded innocently.

“Then you must do whatever your husband says, otherwise, if your husband gets angry, he might get even sicker…”

“Mm!!”

Seeing her serious expression and nodding repeatedly, Hua Duzhuo’s lips curled into a sly smile. He took his thick, long fake penis and gently tapped her buttocks twice. “Come on, lie down on the ground and lift your buttocks up.”

“Mm…” Nu Sang’er hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Hua Duzhuo, who was pretending to be weak. A look of sympathy appeared on her face. She slowly bent down and, as he instructed, lay down on the ground, lifting her buttocks high.

"Lian'er is so good..." Hua Duzhuo praised with satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the flower-like opening that slightly parted with her movements. He tapped the wooden rod in his hand against the pink entrance a few times, and said with a gentle smile, "Your little mouth down there has to try to swallow everything I put in, okay?"

Nu Sang'er's body trembled slightly, and she turned her head, her bright eyes filled with innocent confusion, "...Will...husband's illness get better?"

"Yes, that way, my illness will get better."

"Yes, Lian'er remembers!" Hearing the man's affirmation, Nu Sang'er nodded seriously, a silly, innocent smile playing on her lips.

Hua Duzhuo looked at her smile, elegantly raised his lips, grasped the thick, long wooden rod, aimed it at the beautifully shaped little hole, and slowly inserted it.

"Hmm..." As soon as the wooden rod was inserted, it was tightly gripped by the small opening, the rod stretching the anus almost taut, and Nu Sang'er's body trembled, her snowy buttocks reflexively shaking.

"Lian'er, didn't you want to help me cure my illness? Then hurry up and eat them all." Hua Duzhuo's voice, as alluring as cool mist, sounded softly behind her. With another forceful thrust, he pushed the thick, long wooden stick even deeper inside.

"Ah... um... Lian'er... will help my husband... cure his illness..." Nu Sang'er winced in pain, but her snowy buttocks began to lift upwards with effort. Her tender flower path seemed to sense the entry of the foreign object, wriggling and tightly enveloping the thick, hard thing.

Before long, her entire vagina was filled to the brim with the thick, long wooden stick, leaving no gaps. Nu Sang'er's body began to tremble with each thrust and withdrawal of the stick, and strands of honey-like fluid flowed uncontrollably down her legs.

But the wooden stick continued to be inserted, each time penetrating deeper than before, causing her tender vagina to swell and bulge uncontrollably. Her snow-white body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and her vagina continued to tremble and contract, trying to accept the man's offering.

Hua Duzhuo watched as she, though clearly stretched to her limit, didn't cry out in pain as usual, but instead diligently sucked on the wooden stick. He paused slightly, teasingly asking, "Isn't Lian'er most afraid of pain? Why aren't you crying out in pain?"

Nu Sang'er turned around, and Hua Duzhuo noticed her eyes were full of tears, swirling in her eyes but not falling. She wiped away a single tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and smiled innocently, "...This way...my husband's illness...will get better...Lian'er...isn't afraid of pain..."

Hearing this, Hua Duzhuo felt as if he had been stung by something, his heart inexplicably clenching. His hand holding the wooden stick limply went limp. Looking into those innocent and clear eyes before him, he felt that his own reflection in them was so filthy and unbearable. A wave of bitterness and guilt washed over him.

"Husband, are you feeling better...?" Nu Sang'er turned to look at his pale face and asked with some confusion.

"Hmm... much better..." Hua Duzhuo nodded, a jumble of emotions rippling in his smiling yet cold eyes. He slowly pulled the wooden stick from deep within her flower-like opening, tossed it to the ground, turned and lay back on the bed, saying nothing, his gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling.

Nu Sang'er, seeing the annoying stick that had been buried inside her finally pulled out, truly breathed a sigh of relief, her expression becoming much lighter and happier. After carefully dressing herself again, she stood by the bed, staring intently at Hua Duzhuo, as if awaiting his next command.

However, Hua Duzhuo remained silent, gazing at the falling leaves outside the window with a complex and distant expression. After an unknown amount of time, just as Nu Sang'er was about to fall asleep from boredom, Hua Duzhuo sighed and said plaintively, "I'm hungry..."

"Husband, are you hungry?" Nu Sang'er repeated blankly, touching her stomach and nodding in agreement, "Lian'er's stomach... is also very hungry... Husband, Lian'er will go make you something delicious, sesame seed eggs... okay?"

Chapter 94 A Plate of Sesame Seed Eggs

Inside the spacious kitchen, a petite figure in a bright green lotus leaf dress was bustling about, surrounded by various miscellaneous ingredients. Thick smoke and the aroma of caramel filled the entire space.

Near the doorway, two brightly dressed maids stood guard. One of them glanced into the smoke-filled room and smirked at the other, saying, "Yan Hong, do you think that silly woman's cooking is edible? How can the Second Master be so careless? Isn't he afraid she'll accidentally eat it and die?!"

Yan Hong also peeked inside, winking, and said, "Who knows? Maybe it'll give her diarrhea, but… I think the Second Master seems to quite like it… If you ask me, the Second Master has always liked this kind of peculiar taste!"

Another maid, even more disdainful, was about to speak when a cheerful shout came from the kitchen. The two maids looked in the direction of the sound and saw Nu Sang'er clapping her hands with delight, jumping excitedly at the plate on the table, shouting, "It's done! It's done! Hehehe! Lian'er's done! It smells so good... so good!"

Yan Hong glanced casually at the table and was suddenly stunned. On the jade-green plate was a full plate of golden-yellow, mouthwatering sesame seed and egg stir-fry.

The color was perfect, a warm, sunny gold, neither too much nor too little, making one's mouth water at first glance.

The two maids' chins gaped wide in unison, and they didn't even realize what was happening until Nu Sang'er excitedly skipped past them with a plate of golden-yellow sesame-egg dumplings...

Deep within the pavilion, in a room filled with the fragrance of flowers,

Hua Duzhuo watched as Nu Sang'er stood before him, beaming with pride, holding a plate of tempting sesame-egg dumplings. It took him a long time to finally shut his mouth.

"Husband, try some!" Nu Sang'er handed him a piece of jade, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Did you really make this?" Hua Duzhuo asked suspiciously. Initially, seeing her so excited about cooking for him, he hadn't wanted to spoil her fun and had nodded in agreement. He had been prepared to eat a bellyful of burnt bits, but he hadn't expected the dish before him to be so glossy and enticing.

"Mmm!" Nu Sang'er nodded vigorously, pointing to the jade plate, and said anxiously, "Husband, eat...husband...eat..."

"You didn't lie to me, you didn't tell a lie?" Hua Duzhuo was still somewhat skeptical. He tentatively picked up a piece with the jade pen and put it in his mouth. His spirits lifted immediately. The soft, sweet, and melt-in-your-mouth texture, along with the faint aroma of sesame, seemed even more delicious than what the chefs at 'Piaoxianglou' made. "No, I didn't lie!" Nu Sang'er looked at his slightly furrowed brows due to suspicion, pouted unhappily, and turned away angrily, saying, "Lian'er, I didn't lie!"

Seeing her adorable, pouty appearance, Hua Duzhuo couldn't help but smile. He slowly got off the bed, hugged her in his arms, and rubbed his lips against her cheek, saying, "Are you angry?"

"I...I didn't lie, this dish...was made by Lian'er herself..." Nu Sang'er's mood clearly sombered. She lowered her head, as if she had been wronged, tears welling up in her eyes. "Lian'er made it herself!"

Hua Duzhuo felt a pang of pain in his heart as he watched her cry. He turned her around and gently wiped away her tears, coaxing her, "Alright, alright, don't cry...I believe Lian'er made it herself. Such delicious sesame and egg dishes, of course only our Lian'er could make them! Right?!"

"Hmm!" Hearing him say that, Nu Sang'er stopped crying and smiled, nodding proudly. As if she had thought of something, she held her hand up to Hua Duzhuo's eyes, pouting, "Husband...look...my hands are all burned from making this...it hurts so much..."

Hua Duzhuo looked up and saw that there were many burn marks on her hands. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, holding her hand and gently kissing it. He said with a slightly reproachful expression, "You...you're so silly. Be careful next time, okay?"

"Hmm!" Nu Sang'er nodded, smiling sheepishly. She reached out and took his hand, shaking it with a smile, which made Hua Duzhuo smile half helplessly and half affectionately.

"Husband, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold!" Nu Sang'er pointed to the plate of sesame and egg, urging him to eat.

“Hmm, I remember Zi Buyu also likes sesame seed eggs. I’ll have someone invite him to try your cooking.” Hua Duzhuo nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

Unexpectedly, Nu Sang’er immediately shook her head, stretching out her arms to protect the entire plate of food. Her eyes widened, and she stubbornly shook her head, saying, “No…no, no, not for my husband…he hit Lian’er…it hurts…he hit Lian’er…it hurts so much…I hate him…don’t give him any…”

“Hehe…” Hua Duzhuo smiled, his eyes crinkling. He stepped forward and pinched her cheek, raising an eyebrow and asking with a smile, “So, this plate of sesame seed eggs can only be eaten by me?”

“Yes, Lian’er only made it for my husband, only for you!”

Looking at her earnest and adorable expression, a strange emotion flickered in Hua Duzhuo’s misty eyes. His slender white fingers lifted her delicate chin, and his soft, thin lips pressed down, deeply kissing her tender, petal-like cherry lips.

Inside the Fragrant Garden of the Liao Palace,

two tall, agile figures walked unhurriedly among the flowers, one after the other. Golden chrysanthemums drifted down in the breeze, landing on the shoulder of the man behind, like butterflies fluttering down.

Yelü Zhuo turned his head slightly, looking at the golden petal on his shoulder, and couldn't help but recall the sesame seed and egg dish that Nusang'er had once made for him. That alluring golden color seemed even more captivating than the petal itself.

"Father's illness has worsened these past few days..." Yelü Yi sighed heavily, his brow furrowed with worry. Hearing this, Yelü Zhuo snapped out of his reverie, picked up a fallen petal from his shoulder, and said absentmindedly, "I believe my brother is blessed with good fortune and divine protection; he will gradually recover."

"Father still hasn't appointed a crown prince, and Gong Lin has been making frequent, clandestine moves lately, trying to unsettle Father. I'm truly afraid..." "

...I've heard a little about the Sixth Prince's methods. I think he's just using some petty tricks and can't really influence my brother's fate."

Yelü Yi hesitated for a while, then seemed unable to hold back any longer, and said, "Fifth Uncle, I have something to ask. I heard you encountered danger outside the palace. If you hadn't taken that arrow for Gong Lin, he would have died?"

"Hmm..."

"Why? Why did Fifth Uncle save him?!" "Yelü Yi's voice gradually became agitated. "Fifth Imperial Uncle, you know perfectly well that we've always been sworn enemies, wishing we could kill each other. You also know perfectly well that he's ruthless and only wants to seize the throne. What he's done to you and me over the years is despicable. Why did you take that arrow for him?!"

Yelü Zhuo indifferently raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said calmly and respectfully, "I saved him only because he's my nephew, we're related by blood."

Hearing this, Yelü Yi's expression became even more furious. "Fifth Imperial Uncle, this is womanly compassion! Over the years, relying on Father's doting affection, he's been arrogant, rude, and cruel. He's never cared about a single blood relation with us or Xuan Yun! Fifth Imperial Uncle, have you ever considered that if one day he truly ascends the throne, will he show you any mercy, will he care about even a trace of blood ties?!" Yelü

Zhuo listened to his chillingly sharp words, but his cold, stern face remained unmoved. He simply lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I understand what the Crown Prince wants to say, but I'll say it again: no matter what, in my eyes, you are all my nephews, all my family. I will not harm him unless absolutely necessary. As for... the matter of my elder brother's succession, I will find a way to help the Crown Prince plan it out. Please rest assured, Crown Prince.

"

Author's Note:

Second Master, you'll give Sang'er a cold if you keep doing this!!! Pfft... Hey, did you all feel a bit heartbroken seeing Yelü Zhuo? Poor Prince Zhuo, still feeling melancholy over Hua Dudu. Yelü Zhuo glared at Hua Dudu, "You bastard, that sesame seed egg was made for me, get out of here!" Chapter 95 of

12-11 : Don't blame the temporary separation from home, knowing that you are welcomed everywhere . "Since Fifth Uncle says so... then this prince is relieved..." Yelü Zhuo raised his head, took a deep breath, and slowly replied. He looked at Yelü Zhuo, whose expression was somewhat listless, and tentatively asked, "I heard that since Fifth Uncle returned from the danger outside the palace, he has been depressed. Could it be that Fifth Uncle is still blaming himself for failing to protect Princess Yuluo?" "..." Yelü Zhuo did not answer, but his dark eyes deepened, concealing the turbulent waves within them, and he remained silent. "This... that princess was truly beautiful but ill-fated. Fortunately, Father didn't pursue the matter too much. However, I am very curious, why did the three of you leave the palace together that night?" Seeing that Yelü Zhuo's expression remained indifferent and unmoved as he looked at the setting sun, not intending to answer him, Yelü Zhuo asked even more sharply, "Is it really as rumored, that you left the palace just to help Princess Yuluo find a lost imperial jade bracelet? Or is there something else going on..." Yelü Zhuo frowned impatiently, his handsome face containing a coldness that kept people at a distance, "Your Highness, it's getting late, I still have important matters to attend to, I'll return to the manor first." "Uh... alright, then Fifth Uncle, be careful on the road." "Mm." Yelü Zhuo nodded coldly, then strode out of the Fragrant Garden. He didn't know what was wrong with him lately; his temper was getting worse, and he was becoming increasingly irritable. It felt like a part of his heart had been hollowed out, and that broken void made him restless, finding fault with everything. He believed she wouldn't leave his world so easily, it was impossible and unthinkable, but over a month had passed, and no matter how many people he sent to investigate, there was still no news. He stood under a tall sycamore tree, frowning and racking his brains trying to figure out where he hadn't searched, when suddenly he heard a hearty laugh behind him, followed by a heavy pat on the shoulder. "Hahaha, Fifth Imperial Uncle, why are you standing under this tree in a daze?" Yelü Zhuo glanced coldly at the boy behind him, his face expressionless. "Eleventh Prince, do you know that if it were someone else, this person's hand would be crippled?" Hearing this, the boy behind him put his hands on his hips, threw his head back, and laughed loudly. He said without any fear, "I know, I know, I definitely won't launch a surprise attack next time. Please forgive me, Fifth Imperial Uncle! By the way, Fifth Imperial Uncle, I've almost mastered the 'Hidden Sand Shot' move that you taught me last time. Why don't you teach me something else today?!" "I'm not in a good mood today, let's do it another day," Yelü Zhuo replied indifferently, turning to leave. But the Eleventh Prince, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, completely ignored his gloomy face and said with a smile, "Fifth Imperial Uncle is in a bad mood? Then why don't you let your nephew accompany you to cheer you up? I heard that the 'Drunken Dance of Agarwood' has obtained a hundred jars of rare wine from merchants in the Western Regions, called 'Unforgettable Fragrance'!" "Not Leaving Fragrance?" Sensing a hint of interest in Yelü Zhuo's tone, the Eleventh Prince perked up, his face lighting up as he launched into a long, enthusiastic explanation: "Although this wine is named 'Not Leaving Fragrance,' it is actually incredibly fragrant and mellow, with a lingering aroma. Just the smell alone is enough to intoxicate you. And the taste is cool on the palate yet carries a burning sensation, accompanied by that rich, exotic fragrance. It's like being in a fairyland, so delightful you'll never want to leave! No matter how much trouble or worry you have, just two or three cups and it all vanishes like smoke. Since Fifth Uncle is interested, why don't we go to 'Drunken Dance of Fragrance' and give it a try!" Yelü Zhuo was a notorious wine lover. As for his life, he especially loved those wild and uniquely flavored spirits. At this moment, he was filled with many troubles and wished he could drown his sorrows in alcohol immediately. Therefore, he did not refuse much and nodded, saying, "Since that's the case, I will go with you." At the Drunken Dance Fragrance Pavilion, the aroma of wine permeated the air, and the fragrance was so alluring that only wines from the Western Regions could produce such a captivating and enchanting scent. Under several shimmering glass lamps, two men dressed in magnificent robes, exuding an air of nobility, sat at a table. In front of them sat several young and beautiful women, slowly plucking the strings of a zither and softly singing. "The Yellow River bends, its banks lined with sand; willows line the White Horse Ferry, their branches reaching towards the city. Do not lament this temporary parting from home; for you will find welcome everywhere..." On the second floor of the small building, a girl dressed in a pale yellow dress embroidered with butterflies and clouds stood behind a red wooden pillar. Her eyes darted about, secretly watching the arrogant man below, who was drinking heartily from a wine jar. She stared, lost in thought, until suddenly her eyes filled with tears. She stared intently at the man in black below, struggling to move her lips, and softly called out, "Zhuo...Zhuo...Zhuo...Brother..." Unfortunately, her voice was too soft; before it could even float down, it was drowned out by the clamor of laughter and curses below, never reaching Yelü Zhuo's ears. At this moment, he simply closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and drank heartily from the wine jar. The clear wine trickled down his strong and perfect chin, dripping down his pointed jawline, quickly soaking the few strands of hair that swayed on his cheeks and the long, black hair that was casually tied over his shoulder. "Zhuo...zhuo..." Nu Sang'er struggled to raise her finger and point downstairs, but she couldn't utter the next words. She tightly clutched her throbbing temples with both hands, shaking her head in pain, but her body involuntarily moved step by step downstairs. Holding onto the vermilion railing, she laboriously moved her petite body down the stairs, taking one step at a time. Her steps were unsteady, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Many blurry and chaotic lights flickered in her dark, watery eyes. Just a few steps away from going downstairs, someone suddenly covered her mouth tightly from behind and dragged her quickly up to the second floor without allowing her to struggle! ※※※ Author's Note: By the way, I also saw the comments in the backstage area. Hmm, the female lead's romantic scenes are a bit lacking. I will pay more attention to them and try my best to make the female lead's character more well-rounded, starting from the next, next, next, next chapter. By the way, thank you everyone for your support and to the readers who gave valuable suggestions. I will humbly accept them~ o(∩＿∩)o hahaha~, everyone guess whether they will be able to meet? Chapter 96 A Night of Riches (Abusive and savage, proceed with caution) She leaned on the vermilion railing, laboriously moving her petite body down the stairs. One step, two steps, she walked unsteadily, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her dark eyes flickered with a chaotic, blurred light. Just a few steps away from reaching the bottom, someone suddenly covered her mouth tightly from behind, dragging her quickly up to the second floor before she could struggle! Inside the fragrant boudoir, candlelight flickered, and whispers filled the air. "Young Master Li, the Second Master originally ordered that Lian'er not be allowed to receive guests for the time being. Please don't spread this tomorrow, otherwise… I won't be able to explain it to the Second Master!" "Yes, thank you, Madam." Li Xuxian glanced at the girl on the bed, whose hands were bound and whose mouth was stuffed with a silk handkerchief, nodded and smiled, "Mother, please rest assured, I will never spread this around. If I hadn't accidentally glimpsed her and the Second Master making love in the bath that day, and felt so restless, I would never have bothered you like this."

After saying that, he pulled out a few silver notes from his sleeve and stuffed them into Mei Niang's hand. Upon seeing the silver notes, Mei Niang immediately beamed with joy, fanning herself and saying, "Hmm, hehe... Alright, then I'll make an exception for you this time. Lian'er, you must serve Young Master Li well tonight and obey his orders obediently!"

"Alright, alright, all of you can leave now!"

Li Xuxian leered at the body he had been eyeing for so long, and hastily pushed Mei Niang and the others out. He then turned around and walked towards the girl lying on the bed with a lewd grin. He looked at her naked body and her panicked, watery eyes, stroking her smooth, satin-like skin as he smiled and said, "Little beauty, your body is really tempting. We're going to have some fun tonight! Haha! Tonight, I'll make sure you never forget it."

As he spoke, he took a rope that had been prepared from the cabinet next to him and tied her feet together. With one hand, he pulled her small feet up, and with the other hand, he twisted Nu Sang'er's bound hands and tied them to her ankles. Her hands and ankles were tightly bound together, her entire body arched upwards, instantly exposing her pink vulva to the man's view, completely exposed.

Li Xuxian stared intently at that secret depth, his throat bobbing more rapidly. He lewdly pinched her pink buttocks, then tightened the rope binding Nu Sang'er's wrists and ankles, leering, "This is called 'Four Horses Back Hooves,' isn't it interesting?"

"Ugh... ah..." Nu Sang'er, her mouth tightly gagged with a silk handkerchief, trembled in pain, shaking her head repeatedly, her watery eyes brimming with tears. She looked around frantically, as if searching for someone, but found nothing. Her body twisted restlessly on the bed.

"Looks like you haven't learned to listen yet, huh? You really haven't been properly trained, have you?" Seeing her writhing and squirm uncooperatively, Li Xuxian's interest only grew. He picked up a few small, bell-like copper objects from the cabinet, waved them in front of her, and laughed, "Then I'll give them a little more training."

Nu Sang'er was captivated by the copper bells and stared at them intently when a sudden, intense pain shot through her nipple. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down and saw that the copper bell had opened its mouth and bitten her nipple hard, instantly turning her pink nipple a swollen, reddish-brown color.

"Waaah... Ugh..." Nusang'er writhed in pain, kicking and struggling, but it only intensified the pain in her nipples.

The man on top of her, however, seemed to find her reaction even more amusing. He picked up several small clips with bells attached and fastened them to her anus, labia, and clitoris. "Ah... Waaah... Ugh... Waaah..." Nusang'er cried even harder, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam. The violent struggles and shaking caused the bells on her body to ring incessantly, producing a series of rapid, melodious sounds.

"Isn't it fun? Haha." The man perversely enjoyed the pained expression on Nusang'er's face. He then used two thin strings to connect the clips on her nipples and the clip on her clitoris, forming a triangle.

He would occasionally tug at the strings, causing her breasts and buttocks to writhe.

Each slight movement of his hand caused her snow-white legs to reflexively lift upwards, trembling wildly. Her alluring, helpless moans, accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, echoed through the lewd room. "The melody this body plays is truly beautiful, one that one could never tire of hearing," the man lewdly chuckled, reclining beside her, admiring her closely. Watching her expression, he pulled the rope in his hand, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, thoroughly enjoying himself.

The intense pain and unpleasant pleasure quickly covered Nu Sang'er's forehead with fine beads of sweat, her body also glistening with fragrant perspiration. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, the blush on her face more beautiful than the sunset, and the dazed look in her eyes deepened.

After playing like this for about half an hour, Li Xuxian slowly stopped, picked her up, and, using the rope tied around her waist, suspended her head down and buttocks up, diagonally hanging her from the iron chain hanging from the roof.

"This way, it seems even more alluring!" The man, filled with lust, admired the lewd scene before him, raising his rough hands to rub heavily between her breasts and legs. This prevented Nu Sang'er from even wiggling her buttocks; she could only sob and weep, looking at him pitifully.

"Heh, truly pitiful," the man chuckled, pinching her chin. His eyes held no tenderness, only a fierce glint. "But... the more pitiful you look, the more I want to play with you, you little slut."

He flicked her leg, sending her naked, snow-white body spinning halfway through the air. The man seemed amused, spinning her like a top for a long time, her body swaying like a swing.

Just as Nu Sang'er felt dizzy and nauseous, the man finally stopped. He flicked her leg again, spinning her halfway around, exposing her wide-open vulva and anus to the man behind her.

"This little hole is so tender, it's been so long since I've played with such shy and delicate flesh."

With a sigh of admiration, her buttocks were gripped tightly by a pair of large, burning hands, spread wide apart. Her shameful private parts were being shamelessly examined by the man, while the small clitoris, tightly clamped between the labia, was pinched and wantonly kneaded by his thick fingers. "Ugh... ugh... ah... ugh... no... ugh... ugh... ah!" "As if violently stimulated by waves of electricity, the tearing, tingling pain made her body tremble in mid-air like a leaf in the wind, shaking uncontrollably. She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Li Xuxian, his eyes wide and hazy, smiled as he watched her tear-streaked, flushed face. His fingers, disregarding her discomfort, gradually penetrated deeper, filling her slightly parted flower-like opening completely with two fingers, leaving no gaps. She was forced to endure their bending and probing inside, and her unbearable little hole could no longer hold back, oozing clear, lustful fluid, making it easier for his fingers to move in and out of the crevice.

"So tight...so tender...look how much pleasure you're getting...so much water flowing out..."

"Waaah... um... sob..."

No matter how unwilling or resistant she was, her body, once trained to be incredibly sensitive, still couldn't resist the skillful manipulation and produced a shameful reaction. Her swollen clitoris, ravaged, uncontrollably leaked honeyed fluid, flowing down her rough, hard fingers, meandering down her inner thighs, soaking the area with a sticky wetness.

"Little slut, you're clearly enjoying yourself so much, why are you crying like that..." The man looked contemptuously at her wetness, mercilessly humiliating her, and said darkly, "I'll feed you something even bigger, see if you still cry!"

The man pressed down on her pink buttocks, spreading them wide apart, his burning penis pressing against the outside of her wet little hole, teasingly drawing circles until her body trembled even more violently, her snow-white legs shaking incessantly, before he forcefully shoved his penis, glistening with her passionate honeyed fluid, into her narrow crevice!

"Ugh!!" "...Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..."

"Looking at such a small mouth, it can actually swallow it all..." Li Xuxian looked in amazement as his huge member sank deep into that seemingly narrow little hole, watching his full scrotum pressed tightly against her tender buttocks, the pink petals on both sides stretched to their limit by his enormous member, stretched out of shape, tightly holding it like a woman's lips. He moved forward with a malicious smile, thrusting deeper into a warmer place, and deliberately exposed the clitoris hidden in the flesh petals, which was held by the copper bell, pinching and pulling it in his palm, causing her to whimper and tremble, the tender flesh inside her body also twitching restlessly, squeezing his member even tighter, her snowy buttocks shaking violently in mid-air.

“…Mmm…ah…it feels so good…so wet and slippery…so tight and small…mmm…” The man thrust violently and pleasured inside that warm flower cave, while tilting his head back and moaning with pleasure, “I knew it, this body would make me feel like I was in heaven, this thousand-gold night was well spent, hahaha…uh…”

Chapter 97 A Spring Dream (Slightly Spicy)

In the valley where red leaves fluttered, petals fell in profusion,

and the red leaves danced in the wind, shaking off a soft and decadent feeling. Under the falling red leaves, two naked bodies were intertwined and joined together on the thick layer of red leaves. “Brother Zhuo…”

The woman’s eyes were seductive, her long hair was loose and she was lying on the body of the strong man. She stuck out her tongue and licked the sensitive parts of the man’s body little by little. Her soft breasts were pressed tightly against the man’s chest, and they swayed incessantly with the man’s thrusts. “Sang’er…Sang’er…where did you go before…” The man gripped her buttocks tightly, thrusting forcefully into her vagina, venting his intense longing. Each entry forced her tightly closed vagina to open and bloom for him, the intense friction sending shivers of pleasure through his body, making him want more. The beautiful girl blushed, arching her body to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. She gently scratched his handsome cheek with a strand of hair, her gentle eyes flashing with playful affection, "Mmm... mmm... Brother Zhuo..." "...Do you miss Sang'er?"

Yelü Zhuo looked at her beautiful, pure, and alluring face, paused for a moment, then buried his member deeper and more intensely inside her, holding her waist and surging wildly. His deep voice, accompanied by moans of pleasure, came over, "I...I want...I want so much..."

The tightness of the girl's body made Yelü Zhuo feel so good that every pore on his body opened up. The intense tightness stretched his manhood so much that it almost broke, but he shuddered with pleasure and shot out all his hot fluid.

Suddenly, the woman's face in the man's arms blurred, her warm, burning body gradually becoming ethereal and indistinct. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into countless red leaves, drifting away with the autumn wind. "Sang'er!!" The man, looking at the sky full of red leaves, cried out uncontrollably, "Sang'er!!"

"Sang'er!" Yelü Zhuo jolted awake, sitting up abruptly. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in bed. The curtains hung quietly, and the soft sunlight streamed in through the window like a waterfall, the bright light piercing his eyes with an annoying brilliance.

It was just a dream... just a dream.

Yelü Zhuo lowered his eyes dejectedly, feeling a chill all over his body. He realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat, his hair was damp and clung to his face, and his legs were wet and cold. He looked at himself in a state of disarray he had never seen before. He suddenly shivered, his brows furrowing tightly. Like an enraged lion, he leaped off the bed, sweeping all the porcelain in the room to the floor. Anything that could be broken was smashed violently, even the bookshelves placed to one side were overturned. The sounds of shattering tiles and crumbling wooden frames echoed endlessly in the room. It was unclear how much time had passed before Yelü Zhuo gradually calmed his breathing. He sat amidst the chaos, his face ashen, his disheveled hair obscuring most of his features, making it impossible to discern his expression. Only his body... The chilling aura emanating from him deterred anyone from approaching. The servants stood trembling outside the bedchamber, unsure whether to advance or retreat. His somber expression suggested that even a casual greeting would result in someone's neck being snapped indiscriminately. "Why...why...is this happening..." Yelü Zhuo

muttered to himself, looking down at his trembling hands. His brows were furrowed as if bound by a thousand knots. Why did his heart feel such an empty, aching pain at the loss of her? Why had he lost his composure for her sake, having such a lewd dream, and even ejaculating in it?

What a disgrace! He, the mighty King Wanxuan, the foremost warrior of the Khitan Kingdom, invincible in battle and revered by all under Liao, had actually lost his composure so utterly for a commoner woman from Song. If word got out, wouldn't he be ridiculed by the Liao people? What face would he have left?!

He slammed his fist angrily against the wardrobe behind him, his face as dark as if he had been holding back a torrential downpour for three days and three nights. She was just a woman; if she died, so be it. What was the big deal? He, Yelü Zhuo, had always been a man of power, able to command the winds and rain; what did he lack? Why should he be so self-inflicted?

But…why…why…

His tightly furrowed, slanted eyebrows tightened and loosened again, only to untangle into an even more intractable knot. His distant eyes drooped, dim and melancholic, his fingers gently probing towards his heart, gradually tightening at his chest… “But…why…why does it hurt so much here…why…why does it hurt so much…”

He vaguely remembered how she always clutched her chest like this when he humiliated her excessively. Did she feel the same pain he did then?

Before his eyes, he seemed to see her again, those eyes always filled with a touch of shyness and innocence, the deep infatuation and longing in her gaze when she looked at him.

He gradually grew arrogant under her tender gaze, becoming unrestrained, reckless, and sometimes even more ruthless in his teasing. Besides enjoying the thrill of playing with his prey, he knew that no matter what he did, she would never leave him, would always be devoted to him. But he never expected her departure to catch him so completely off guard, so sudden. His clenched fist slid limply from the cabinet, and his resolute lips murmured a longing cry in his sleep: "...Sang'er, Sang'er..."

"Fifth Imperial Uncle, is it worth it to ruin yourself like this for her?"

The voice Yelü Zhuo least wanted to hear suddenly rang out before him. He raised his head, glaring furiously at Yelü Gonglin, whose expression remained as arrogant and domineering as ever. The two stared at each other in silence, one's eyes swirling with unpredictable emotions, seemingly calm, while the other's eyes held a raging storm, their gazes locked, creating countless flashes of light in the air! Like a swift black wind, a heavy punch landed squarely on Yelü Gonglin's face. The blow was so powerful that Yelü Gonglin lost his balance, half-kneeling on his hands for support, a string of blood trickling from the corner of his lips. His wicked phoenix eyes, however, remained indifferent, slanting upwards. He wiped the blood from his lips and sneered, "Heh, it seems Fifth Imperial Uncle's temper is quite something. No wonder those servants haven't dared to approach you these past few days. When did you become so enraged?"

Yelü Zhuo looked at his indifferent expression, his anger burning fiercely. He grabbed Yelü Gonglin by the collar, yanking him up from the ground. His bloodshot eyes seemed to want to burn the man before him to ashes. "If it weren't for you that day, we wouldn't have left the palace. If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have fallen off the cliff and disappeared without a trace. You orchestrated all of this, didn't you?!"

"Shh!" Yelü Gonglin glanced around feigning concern, offering a hypocritical, 'serious' warning, "Fifth Imperial Uncle, be careful of eavesdroppers. If others hear you, they might misunderstand!"

"Hmph! You think I'm afraid?!" Yelü Zhuo snorted coldly, violently yanking open his collar, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared at him coldly, "Before I harbor any murderous intent, you'd better disappear from my sight immediately!"

Yelü Gonglin chuckled, bending down to right a stool he had knocked over, and calmly sat down, saying lightly, "I know Fifth Imperial Uncle harbors deep resentment, and considering you saved my life, I can overlook this punch you vented on me. Actually, we both already know who did this. Although our current evidence isn't enough to convince Father completely, I'm trying to find other evidence. Fifth Imperial Uncle, please be patient."

Yelü Zhuo pursed his lips, his face so gloomy it sent chills down one's spine, his eyes gleaming with a cold, bloodthirsty light: "So what if there's evidence? Whether my brother believes it or not, I don't care at all. I only want him to pay for his crimes in blood! I refuse to believe that he can seize power temporarily and then hold onto it forever!"

Chapter 98 The Most Ruthless is the Imperial Family

"Uncle, I understand your feelings. As long as you and Gong Lin are on the same side, Gong Lin will do everything in his power to help you..." "

No need. I don't want to be on the same side as you." Yelü Zhuo coldly interrupted him, turning his back as if unwilling to look at him any longer.

"Since that's the case, why did you save me, Uncle!"

"I saved you only because of that blood relation, but that's all I can do for the Sixth Prince." Yelü Zhuo calmly closed his eyes, his dark eyelashes overlapping and obscuring his eyelids, casting a ruthless shadow there.

"Does Your Majesty mean that if it weren't for the blood ties, you wouldn't have shielded me from that arrow? You'd let me be riddled with arrows and die without

a second thought?!" "..." Yelü Zhuo neither confirmed nor denied, his expression cold as he closed his eyes, remaining silent.

Yelü Gonglin stared at the man's cold and unapproachable back. His usual fake smile appeared stiff and awkward for the first time, vanishing in the blink of an eye. His brown eyes were fixed on the man's back for a long time before he suddenly roared, "Uncle, don't you think this is too unfair to me? They are all your nephews, yet you either wholeheartedly help them or protect and care for them, but why do you always oppose me? In both literary and military arts, I surpass my eldest brother in every way, yet you insist on ensuring his ascension to the throne! You pride yourself on being unruly and arrogant..." "Being entangled in worldly affairs, in the end, aren't you just like those pedantic Song people, following that bullshit logic of seniority and the eldest son being the greatest!"

Upon hearing this, Yelü Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes, slowly turned around, stared at him expressionlessly, and said coldly and arrogantly, "I have always believed that the world belongs to the capable. I have never been bound by the order of seniority. What I care about is who, after becoming the king of all people, can bestow blessings upon the people of our Great Liao, allowing them to live in peace and prosperity, without war, without plunder, without poverty, and without endless killing and strife!"

"Hmph, does Fifth Uncle think Eldest Brother has that ability?" Yelü Gonglin sneered, his gaze sharp and venomous.

Yelü Zhuo glanced at him, then turned his head and said coldly and arrogantly, "Perhaps the First Prince is still far from my expectations, but at least he is kind and benevolent, treats others with kindness, prioritizes the greater good, and would not harm his own brothers, indulge in extravagance and lust, or bully the weak!"

"Heh, it seems that in Fifth Uncle's eyes, I, Yelü Gonglin, am someone who harms his own brothers, indulges in extravagance and lust, and bullies the weak. Good, very good!" Yelü Gonglin clapped his hands several times with a laugh, his dark expression unfathomable. He flicked a strand of hair from his forehead with his finger, and smiled, "Before I came here, I was thinking that if Fifth Uncle were willing to change his mind today and join my side, we could still drink and sing together like we did in our youth, riding wildly on horseback. But it seems that day will never come between us. We are on different paths, so please take care of yourself in the future, Fifth Uncle!" "

Having said that, Yelü Gonglin forcefully flicked his sleeve, making his clothes rustle loudly, before striding out with a gloomy and angry expression.

Yelü Zhuo watched the angry departing figure for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his gaze away, picked up a jar of leftover wine from the ground, and continued to gulp it down.

"He's utterly stubborn! One day I'll make him grovel at my feet, begging for his life. I'll make him clearly understand how incredibly stupid his move was!" "

Yelü Gonglin seemed truly enraged by Yelü Zhuo, his usual elegant demeanor completely gone. He walked along, cursing with a chilling rage.

Suddenly, he stopped, his gaze fixed on a man sitting idly in a pavilion under a tree ahead, drinking alone. The man's refined air subtly exuded a royal aura.

Yelü Gonglin's bright eyes flickered, a sinister smile appearing on his face. He walked towards the tree. 'The princess has only been gone a short time, and Lord Baili is already here enjoying flowers and wine. What refined taste ! It seems you don't care at all about the princess's life or death? '"

Chapter 99 Tearing the Butterfly

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Sometimes pain isn’t necessarily shown on your face, but in your heart.” Baili Xiaochi stood up without any surprise, gave a slight bow, his calm expression as if he had come specifically for him. “Baili Xiaochi greets the Sixth Prince.”

Yelü Gonglin curled his lips disdainfully, his eyes filled with deep sarcasm. “Lord Baili, you should put away your pretentious act in front of this prince. I have long seen through what kind of person you are.” “

Then Baili Xiaochi dares to ask, in the Sixth Prince’s eyes, what kind of person am I?” Baili Xiaochi pointed to the stone bench under the tree, gesturing for him to enter.

Yelü Gonglin, however, did not accept the gesture. His brownish-yellow eyes deepened, and he coldly laughed as he spoke, “Lord Baili, no matter what kind of person you are, you are probably not a person from the Central Plains!”

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed across Baili Xiaochi's eyes, his fingers tightening slightly in the shadows, but his expression remained calm. "Sixth Prince, your words have confused me." Yelü

Gonglin stared at him coldly with sharp eyes, his expression flashing with an aggressive light. "You don't need to put on airs in front of me. I've investigated your background. Five years ago, you suddenly became famous overnight in Lin'an City, becoming a highly favored official in the Emperor's court. However, no one knew anything about your family affairs or background before that. What unspeakable past lies behind this, Baili... Lord?!" "

I never expected the Sixth Prince to be so concerned about my affairs... Baili Xiaochi is truly flattered, hehe." Baili Xiaochi pinched a white butterfly that fluttered past him between two fingers, watching it struggle closely. "Actually, whether I am a Song person or not is not important to the Sixth Prince. What is important is... who can help the Sixth Prince ascend the throne and obtain this vast land!"

Yelü Gonglin was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked with a cold smile, "Could that person be you?"

Baili Xiaochi smiled, slowly tearing off one of the butterfly's wings, and asked in a low voice, "The Sixth Prince might as well ask another question. In this palace, besides me, who else would be willing or have the courage to cooperate with the Sixth Prince?" "

..." Yelü Gonglin's smile gradually faded, and a hint of barely perceptible attraction and doubt flashed across his handsome face. However, no matter how much he tried to restrain himself, that subtle expression was still noticed by Baili Xiaochi. Baili Xiaochi then tore off the other wing of the butterfly, held it in mid-air, and watched the ugly, wingless insect crawl with difficulty in his palm. His smile was exceptionally pleasant. "Sixth Prince, you need not doubt my sincerity, nor my ability. I can guarantee that if you are willing to cooperate with me, the throne of Liao will definitely belong to you, and those who oppose you will be..." "Their fate will be like this dancing butterfly in my hand, unable to live, unable to die..."

Yelü Gonglin looked at the insect crawling laboriously in the man's palm and felt a wave of nausea. However, the thought of someone high and mighty groveling before him in such a lowly manner filled him with boundless pleasure. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked directly at the man, saying, "Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"It's simple. I have an old friend who has been trapped in the Liao Kingdom's deep palace for many years. I want the Sixth Prince to do me a favor and release him."

Upon hearing this, Yelü Gonglin's expression froze for a moment, then a subtle smile appeared on his face: "I guessed right, you are indeed from the Western Xia Kingdom."

"Sixth Prince is indeed exceptionally intelligent, guessing correctly on the first try," Baili Xiaochi nodded respectfully, then added, "I just wonder if Sixth Prince is willing to grant my request?"

"Is your request that simple? As long as I release him, you'll help me seize the throne?" Yelü Gonglin raised an eyebrow, still somewhat disbelieving.

"This matter is arduous and far-reaching. I believe we will each get what we need in the future. The Sixth Prince is exceptionally intelligent and should understand my meaning."

"Then where is your bargaining chip?"

"If I alone cannot reassure the Sixth Prince, what about adding the Jade Consort, the most favored concubine of the Liao King?"

"Jade Consort?" Yelü Gonglin was stunned for a moment, his brown eyes darkening. He smiled as if waking from a dream, "That's right, I should have realized it long ago. That dancer you sent is definitely not a simple person. Ha, this prince will trust you this once!"

Baili Xiaochi casually threw the butterfly with the broken wing in his palm to the ground, clapped his hands in disgust, and smiled, "I hope... we can cooperate happily..."

In the Hundred Birds and Beasts Garden, kingfishers chirped.

Luanxuan, adorned with a beautiful headdress of pearls and jade, looked at the snow-white ferret in her arms with great joy, her face beaming with happiness, "Seventh Brother, I didn't expect you to actually help me steal this ferret. Thank you so much!"

Yelü Xuanyun looked at her with warm and gentle eyes, and smiled indulgently, "It's just a small matter, why should we thank each other? I believe that in a few days, you will see Consort Yu looking so distraught." "

Seventh Brother, you are so good to Xuan'er. Xuan'er likes Seventh Brother the most!" "Hehehehe," Luanxuan's bright eyes sparkled with captivating light. A smile of joy and emotion bloomed on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a deep kiss on his cheek. She then covered her mouth, giggling shyly.

Yelü Xuanyun paused, his fingers lingering on the spot on his cheek where she had kissed him, before shaking his head with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Heh, you...you really are a silly girl."

Luanxuan tilted her head and smiled mischievously, then suddenly seemed to remember something. "By the way, Seventh Brother, the other day I went to the 'Drunken Dance of Agarwood' brothel and saw a woman. I think she looks just like my future sister-in-law! She looks exactly like her! Dongxiaozi said I was drunk and seeing things, but I saw it clearly. That person really does look like my future sister-in-law! It's so strange!" "

...Hmm..." Upon hearing this, Yelü Xuanyun's brows furrowed, and ripples of emotion welled up in the depths of his eyes: "Drunken Dance at Shenxiang Pavilion, huh..."

Drunken Dance at Shenxiang Pavilion again... Whether it's real or not, it seems necessary to go again...

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Author's Note:

Thank you everyone for the gifts! I was so happy to see so many gifts when I opened the column!

I suddenly realized that I really forgot to give everyone any gifts for the Dragon Boat Festival, sorry, sorry (⊙o⊙) Wow, I wonder if it's too late to add this now? Which couple's side story would you like to see? To celebrate our Dragon Boat Festival, I've decided to give away 3 free side stories! You can tell me what kind of plot or storyline you want to see, or which couple you want to see, and I'll write it within a month!

Hehe, but... if you don't mention it, I'll only write one that I had already planned!

Chapter 100: It turns out he's Manqing Teng's adopted son (spicy)

Drunken Dance in Shenxiang Tower, inside the Red Pavilion,

a pot of red maple leaves is elegantly placed on the table. The sparse and crimson branches meander in a bewitching manner, and the branches are covered with blood-red maple leaves. With a gentle breeze, a few red leaves twirl and drift leisurely onto the table, landing on the man leaning against the table with a lazy and weary expression.

"Meiniang, do you think that because you've stayed here for so long, you really consider yourself the master?" The man's voice was lazy and icy, instantly giving off a chilling aura. Mei Niang, who had been standing trembling to the side, trembled upon hearing Hua Duzhuo's question. She immediately knelt on the ground with a thud, shaking her head repeatedly, "Second Master, Mei Niang wouldn't dare, Mei Niang wouldn't dare... Mei Niang knows she was wrong... she knows she was wrong."

"Oh? What did you do wrong?" Hua Duzhuo narrowed his eyes and sneered. His alluring yet somewhat aloof face was now as cold as ice, inspiring fear in all who saw him.

"...Mei Niang... shouldn't... shouldn't... have acted on her own, shouldn't... have let that girl go to entertain the guests..." Mei Niang watched as Hua Duzhuo stood up from his chair and slowly walked towards her, her face turning pale with fright, her body trembling violently.

"Oh? Mei Niang, you're so afraid of me?" Hua Duzhuo's eyes held a cold smile as he raised his hand and pressed down on the woman's trembling shoulder. Feeling the shaking intensify, his eyes flashed with mockery. "Isn't the leader usually your biggest fear? Why are you trembling like this now that you see me? Hmm?"

As Hua Duzhuo finished speaking, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His fingers on the woman's shoulder suddenly tightened, and Mei Niang felt a sharp, suffocating pain in her shoulder, making it difficult to breathe. Terrified, she dared not move, only crying out in panic, "Second Master, spare me! Second Master, spare me for a moment! Mei Niang will never dare again… never dare to disobey the Second Master… Second Master, spare me!"

"I repeatedly ordered her not to entertain guests for the time being, yet you completely ignored my orders, secretly letting her serve those kinds of guests behind my back. You shameless woman, you have such audacity!" Hua Duzhuo gripped Mei Niang's neck with one hand and tightened his grip on her shoulder with the other, his anger lingering like mist on a lake.

He recalled the day he returned; although Nu Sang'er was dressed as usual, her expression was more dazed than ever. He sensed something was wrong and tried to remove her clothes to examine her, but she cried and refused to let him see, her face full of fear. He finally forced her clothes off, and seeing the mess and bruises covering her body, he knew everything without asking further questions.

"You're completely disregarding my words, completely disregarding me, aren't you?!"

"No... Second Master... I was just blinded by greed for a moment, I just wanted to help you and the Second Master earn more money... Second Master... I... I know I was wrong... Please forgive me... This time... I will never let that girl entertain customers again!" Mei Niang lay on the ground shaking her head, the excruciating pain in her shoulder causing her to wail incessantly, her beautiful face contorted with pain. "Second Master... please, for the sake of my past acquaintance with your godfather, Man Qingteng, spare my life this time..."

"You want me to spare your life?... Fine, I'll spare your life for the sake of my godfather, Man Qingteng." Hua Duzhuo touched her cheek, a gentle smile suddenly appearing on his lips, a smile full of charm and tender affection. "However, those who offend me always have to pay a price..."

The cool, melodious voice had barely faded when a woman's piercing scream echoed through the room, each scream more shrill and terrifying than the last, sending chills down one's spine.

Outside the Red Pavilion, a man dressed in a dark brown brocade robe, with a long, brownish-red robe draped over it, listened to the incessant screams from within. A dark glint flickered in his eyes for a moment, then a wicked, playful smile curved his lips. He hadn't seen Hua Duzhuo so angry in a long time. That girl... "You're quite capable indeed."

He raised his pointed chin, turned, and strode towards the magnificent boudoir deep inside the second floor. He had only taken a few steps when he saw a petite figure in pink, carrying something, anxiously entering her boudoir from the other end of the stairs.

His pupils deepened, and he stared intently at her figure, following her. His gaze was like that of a predator that had finally spotted its prey—greedy and excited.

"Husband! Husband! Where are you?"

"Husband, Lian'er made you sesame seed eggs! Didn't you say you were hungry? Come out and eat!"

Inside the boudoir, Nu Sang'er, panting, placed the plate of golden, crispy sesame-stuffed eggs on the table. Her bright eyes darted around, and seeing that Hua Duzhuo wasn't in the room, she began to anxiously call out as she searched the room. "Husband, Lian'er, stop playing hide-and-seek! Come out!"

"Husband, if you don't come out, Lian'er will... will eat all these sesame-stuffed eggs by herself, leaving nothing... and making you hungry..." Nu Sang'er searched the entire room but couldn't find Hua Duzhuo. She put her hands on her hips, pouted, and stared angrily at the sesame-stuffed eggs, shouting, "Did Lian'er make sesame-stuffed eggs? Why didn't you invite me to eat some?" A deep, magnetic voice suddenly rang out from the room, carrying a hint of danger.

Upon hearing the voice, Nu Sang'er immediately shuddered. She snapped back to reality, looking at Zi Buyu approaching with a dangerous aura. Her face paled, and she retreated in fear, stammering, "...My...my husband...why are you here..."

"My husband came to eat the sesame and egg soup made by Lian'er?" Zi Buyu chuckled, glancing at the plate of golden, tempting sesame and egg soup on the table. He paused slightly, picked up a piece with his chopsticks, tasted it, and stared at her, his expressionless face sinister. "The taste is indeed quite good...Why didn't Lian'er send me some? How could you be so biased?"

"...I...I..." Nu Sang'er shrank fearfully in the corner, twisting the strands of hair on her shoulder, her brow furrowed as she slowly said, "...I...I didn't know you also...like...eating...Lian'er...I'll make it next time..."

Zi Buyu raised an eyebrow, his eyes dark and sinister. He walked towards her step by step. "Don't you know? Or do you simply not want to cook for me?"

"I...I...I...I don't know...I don't know..." Nu Sang'er watched him approach her, shaking her head in fright, her words incoherent and tearful. "Lian'er...Lian'er...I want to go find my husband...find my husband..."

She wiped her tears, sobbed, picked up the plate of sesame eggs, and walked around Zi Buyu towards the outside of the room. "Waaah...Lian'er wants to go find my husband...to give him sesame eggs...waaah...husband...husband is waiting for Lian'er...waiting for...Lian'er's eggs..."

"Who gave you permission to go!" Zi Buyu looked at her so attached to Hua Duzhuo, and so rejecting him. A strange sense of depression and displeasure rose in his heart. He snatched the plate from her hand, smashed it on the ground, ignored her stunned cries, picked her up, threw her on the bed, and pressed himself against her.

Her clothes were roughly torn open by the man, exposing her beautiful body to him. Her snow-white legs were forcefully spread apart, and his thick, massive member thrust into her secluded flower valley without any foreplay.

"Ah~ it hurts~~" Nu Sang'er cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. "Ugh..." The man's wicked gaze was drawn to the wet, tight embrace beneath him. His enormous member began to thrust wildly within her slippery flower passage, greedily and wantonly experiencing her delicate beauty. Each time, he would withdraw slightly before eagerly entering again, repeatedly tormenting her tender flower, stretching it to its limit and then slowly closing it again. "Ah... it hurts... my... husband... no... it hurts..." Although Nu Sang'er vaguely understood from Hua Duzhuo's words that what they were doing was an expression of their love and affection for her, and that she should obediently cooperate, she remained silent about such matters. Doing it felt like a punishment, a reprimand. Her tearful eyes darted around, as if she had thought of something, and she suddenly choked out, "My dear husband... Lian'er... I'll never go to the painting room again... Please don't punish... Lian'er... Lian'er... I know I was wrong..."

Zi Buyu had long forgotten about that incident, but hearing her cry like this, he was both stunned and amused. He pretended to be stern and said, "Only after you finish this will I be completely satisfied and stop punishing you, so... this time you must obey me and make me happy, understand?!"

"...I...I understand... um..." Nu Sang'er nodded obediently with tears in her eyes, biting her lip, trying to relax her body. But her body still unconsciously tensed up.

"...Mmm...Hoo...Ah..." His purplish-red member was bitten so tightly it was almost immobile. The warm, moist sensation of being tightly wrapped and pressed surged up his spine in waves with each entry and withdrawal. No woman, except for Luo Yu, had ever given him such a shock and loss of control. The intense pleasure made the man growl softly, as if trying to resist the soul-consuming ecstasy brought by the squeezing of this delicate little hole. How long had it been since he felt this passionate, irresistible feeling? This long-lost feeling, he had actually found again in this silly woman?

How ironic!

Whether angered by fate or by the irresistible pleasure, the man gripped her snowy buttocks tightly, withdrawing and thrusting into her wet little hole with increasing amplitude and frequency. The force grew uncontrollably due to the increasingly astonishing pleasure.

His thick, hot member relentlessly pounded into her body and withdrew, fiercely rubbing against the tender flesh walls, as if trying to pierce her completely.

"Ah...uh...it hurts...uh..." A strange feeling inside her body made her cry and beg for mercy, filled with panic and fear. But her arms involuntarily wrapped tightly around the man's back, as if resisting, yet also demanding. Her watery eyes, in the dappled sunlight, slowly began to radiate a hazy, dreamlike light...

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