[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 1-3

[Excerpt] The repeated, forceful thrusts into her clitoris left the girl panting and frantically twisting her waist to meet his thrusts. Her body trembled, whether from the loss of the blanket's cover and her inability to resist the night's chill or from the powerful onslaught of the wisteria causing her body to react involuntarily.

The wisteria was also panting, the girl's pulsating flesh retaliating against him. He felt no chill of the night; passion and bloodlust kept his body temperature rising.

Looking down, he saw the girl's large breasts swaying like a ship caught in a storm with each thrust. The sight of her undulating breasts excited him even more. He continued his movements, reaching out to grab those enormous breasts, mercilessly pinching, pulling, kneading, and shaking the elastic flesh. But no matter how much he ravaged them, the soft yet firm breasts always seemed to retain their original full and alluring shape, as if they had an indelible memory.

Volume One: The Coming Storm,

Chapter One: A Cataclysmic Change

. Raging flames greedily devoured a small village in the southern part of the Yanhuang Empire. Even under the blazing sun, the agonizing screams were enough to make one feel as if they were in a ghostly realm.

Everywhere in the village lay the mangled corpses of men and the bruised, scratched bodies of women, clearly victims of rape. The flames consumed their bodies, emitting a stench. A group of people who had received the news rushed to the scene only after seeing the towering flames in the distance.

They tried to help, but it was too late. Watching their fellow villagers perish in the fire, a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a red headscarf and a Taoist robe, silently shed tears.

"Master! When the villagers couldn't pay their taxes, the soldiers came and looted our grain—our lifeline! We fought desperately to protect it, but the government accused us of treason and unleashed their troops to slaughter us. Of the more than three hundred villagers, only a few of us survived..."

A dozen or so survivors, their faces covered in blood, wept as they recounted their story.

The middle-aged man with the long beard, known as "Master," seemed oblivious, gazing only at the still-burning flames before him. He said in a pained voice, "I'm too late. This blood-soaked tax system, this unjust court, this incompetent emperor—how many more must die before they stop? Are they trying to force us into rebellion?"

He sighed deeply, tears streaming down his face.

This year marked the three hundredth anniversary of the founding of the Yanhuang Kingdom. After weathering so many storms over the years, this ancient empire was finally heading towards its end amidst internal and external troubles.

The reigning emperor was Emperor Shenzong Long Zhengtian. This emperor lacked both the brilliance and martial prowess of the founding emperor, Emperor Wu, and the political acumen of Emperor Wen, who brought about the empire's restoration. However, he was arrogant and ambitious. To demonstrate that he was no less brilliant than these two most brilliant emperors in the empire's history, he disregarded the decline of the nation's power and the threats from powerful neighbors to the west and north, and insisted on launching an attack on the eastern island nation of Xieluzhi.

Five years earlier, the first expedition of 100,000 troops had been completely lost at sea by the "divine winds prayed for" by the people of Xieluzhi. This year, a new expedition finally landed on the island nation's territory. Unexpectedly, however, they were bogged down in a quagmire, making little progress.

The first expedition five years prior had exhausted the national treasury's reserves. Now, to sustain the war, taxes had even been pre-collected for the grandchildren of the people. Coupled with three consecutive years of drought, public discontent was already widespread, and a raging fire capable of destroying this seemingly powerful empire was brewing.

The middle-aged man who roared to the sky was named Gao Xiang. Originally a low-ranking official, he lamented the increasing corruption of the court and entered the Taoist sect to cultivate in seclusion. Several years ago, his master said that his worldly ties were not yet severed and that he had the talent to save the world, so he sent him down the mountain.

After leaving the Taoist sect, Gao Xiang practiced medicine and saved lives while founding the "Taiping Tiandao" (Way of Great Peace). This path was created by Gao Xiang combining the Taoist sect's doctrines of tranquility, non-action, and peace of mind with his own ideals to create a blueprint for a "paradise on earth." Due to years of drought in the southern region of the empire, the people were suffering, and they turned to the Taiping Tiandao for spiritual support. Thus, in just a few years, it developed into a large sect with hundreds of thousands of followers.

"Master! The court really doesn't want us to live. These kind people are being massacred just because they can't pay taxes. Do you still expect such an emperor to improve the lives of the people? If we don't rise up, how can we protect these people who love you?"

said a burly man behind Gao Xiang. This man was tall and strong, and it was clear that he was a skilled fighter.

"Alas...but..."

"The Great Protector is right, Godfather! It's time. The court is so corrupt now, and the current emperor is oblivious to the suffering of the people. The only way to build a true paradise on earth is to overthrow this ruthless court with our own hands!"

Suddenly, the believers behind Gao Xiang parted to the sides, and a woman gracefully approached. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a cloth dress, the hem of which was tied at her ankles with two elastic bands. Her beautiful face was vastly different from that of the person called the Great Protector, one gentle and the other strong.

“Ni Chang, even you…aren’t you trying to make me a sinner for all time? Don’t you know what Master warned me back then?”

“Godfather! How could someone who knows nothing of human suffering and lives a secluded life in the mountains understand the current situation? Godfather! Do you still remember your ideals when you were preaching in various places? Do you still remember why everyone followed you? Wasn’t it the dream of enabling people to live a life of plenty, free from war? What happened to your ideals? Look at these scattered corpses, and look at your cowardly self now. Have you done right by these people?”

The woman’s expression was so agitated that she no longer cared whether the person in front of her was her godfather. She used an almost accusatory tone. After speaking, she looked around again, finally fixing her gaze on her godfather, as if demanding a decision from him immediately.

Gao Xiang remained silent. At this moment, everyone present focused their attention on him, the atmosphere extremely heavy.

Alas…what should I do? Master, if you were here, could you understand my predicament? How can I bear to see more and more tragedies like this occur? But…if…wouldn’t that violate the ancestral precepts of our Xuanmen sect?

A long silence followed…finally, as if making an extremely painful choice, Gao Xiang’s eyes revealed a pained yet resolute look, and he slowly shouted, “Fine! Since the emperor does not cherish the people and treats them like straw dogs, then let me lead you to overthrow this court that even Heaven hates!” At

that moment, the sky suddenly changed drastically; dark clouds filled the sky, and lightning flashed and thunder roared… ********** ... Thanks to the protection of the Nanling Mountains, the severe drought in the north did not reach this area. Although they also suffered from the tripled pre-levied taxes imposed by the imperial court, compared to the cannibalistic conditions in some northern regions, the people here lived a relatively prosperous life. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning ripped through the clear sky, and in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, with lightning roaring and churning among the clouds like dragons emerging from murky seawater. On a small hill, a man and a woman, an old man and a young woman, stood quietly. The white-bearded old man in front, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, gazed at the sky thoughtfully. Behind him stood a beautiful young woman, her fair skin appearing even more delicate and flawless against her unusually long, fiery red hair. Her unadorned face radiated an ethereal beauty, like a fairy descended to earth. A snow-white long dress covered her entire slender lower body, revealing only a pair of embroidered boots. The same white upper body was split open at the chest, revealing a portion of a red bodice and snow-white shoulders. The sleeves, completely detached from the upper body, were connected to two silver ribbons that fluttered in the wind along with her fiery red hair, creating a carefree and beautiful effect.

"Master, the heavens have changed..."

the red-haired girl gently reminded him.

"...It should change...shouldn't our Xuanmen also change with it?"

the old man pondered. This old man was Gao Xiang's master, the head of the Xuanmen sect. The girl behind him was his other closed-door disciple, Sima Fuyun, the sect master of the Xuanzong branch of the Xuanmen.

The Xuanmen is an ancient sect, existing for over a hundred years even before the empire's unification. It was designated the state religion for assisting Emperor Wu in unifying the world with its magic and mechanisms. Today, its followers and religious sites are scattered throughout the land.

The Xuanmen originally had four branches: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. The Heaven branch was the Sword branch, said to have been founded by the founder's wife. It incorporated the Xuanmen's esoteric Five Elements techniques into swordsmanship, creating the Five Elements Sword Technique, unparalleled in power. However, this sword technique was extremely difficult to master and was long lost. Therefore, the Xuanmen now actually only has three branches.

The Profound branch was the Law branch, holding the highest status but with the fewest disciples. The Xuanzong disciples primarily use zithers, pens, talismans, and other esoteric instruments to study various esoteric spells.

The Dizong is a guardian sect with many disciples who only study some basic spells and practice Xuanmen martial arts. They generally serve as guards in Xuanmen temples and monasteries throughout the land.

The Huangzong has the most disciples, who are also taught basic Xuanmen spells, and primarily study medicine, the manufacture of esoteric mechanisms, and alchemy.

"What? Master?"

The girl seemed not to understand the old man's meaning.

"Nothing..."

The old man sighed again, "By the way, Fuyun, a few days ago you accompanied your father to the capital to meet the emperor. You must have seen a lot along the way. Did you gain any insights?"

The red-haired girl also had another identity: the daughter of a king in this vast Lingnan region—the Princess of Lingnan.

Hundreds of years ago, Lingnan was a desolate land. Later, Sima Xiong, a general of the Southern Chu Kingdom, led his troops across the mountains and subjugated the local mountain people, bringing them under the rule of the Chu Kingdom. The Sima family then became the Marquis of Lingnan of the Chu Kingdom. Later, the Yan and Huang kingdoms in the north formed an alliance through marriage. After Emperor Wu ascended the throne, they merged into the Yanhuang Empire. He marched south to attack Chu, but before he could send troops to Lingnan, Chu had already fallen. The Yanhuang army attempted to attack Lingnan several times, but each time they failed due to the high mountains and treacherous roads. Later, the world was unified, except for Lingnan. Emperor Wu offered them surrender, agreeing to three conditions: no stationing troops, no sending hostages, and no appointing officials. The Sima clan surrendered, and Emperor Wu appointed them Kings of Lingnan to defend the borders and protect the southwestern mountain tribes.

"This disciple dares not speak..."

"Speak."

"Yes...this disciple feels...our Xuanmen...is deeply sinful..."

"Why?"

The old man showed no displeasure, only asking.

"The current emperor is ambitious and disregards the lives of the people. Even in this year of severe drought, he still conscripts soldiers for war. This world is now a world where people eat each other to survive, become rich, noble, and even king! The royal family is well-fed but idle all day, while the people toil day and night yet often starve to death. Such a huge gap between rich and poor should never have been acceptable to the people. But an authority tells them, 'This is the arrangement of Heaven. People must follow Heaven's will to have good fortune in the future.' And this authority, Master, is our Xuanmen!"

"You're right..."

The old man wasn't angry but rather looked pleased. "I never imagined that my entire life's study couldn't compare to your enlightenment in a few months. Now I can rest assured."

The old man turned around and said, "Extend your hand."

Then, he handed the girl a dragon-shaped ring.

"Master... this..."

The girl understood the meaning of the ring and asked in fear.

"I have decided to retire to the mountains and forests, no longer concerning myself with worldly affairs. The responsibility of leading the Xuanmen sect will now fall solely on your shoulders."

"But... Master... this disciple is still young, I'm afraid..."

"It's not that you're too young, it's that your master is too old. Knowing full well that the heavens should change, yet still clinging to the ancestral teachings and following the will of heaven, causing suffering to the common people..."

The old man said, turning and walking away. "Remember, in our Xuanmen, everything must be in accordance with the will of heaven, but it is in accordance with the principles of heaven, not with the temporary heavens..."

**********

Besides Lingnan, there is another kingdom within a kingdom in the Yanhuang Kingdom, the Liangyun Thirteen Prefectures in the western border. This land is fertile and has been known as the "Land of Abundance" since ancient times. However, it is bordered by the ancient Lan to the north, the territory of the orcs to the west, and the mountain barbarians to the south, surrounded by powerful enemies. Therefore, it has always been a place of frequent warfare.

After the founding of the Yanhuang Kingdom, Emperor Wu dispatched his trusted general Lin Biao (hehe...) to garrison this region with 300,000 troops. Lin Biao repeatedly defeated the orcs, achieving remarkable military exploits. Later, the Lin family was enfeoffed as the Prince of Zhenxi, hereditarily guarding this area. They held absolute power over all military and political affairs in the thirteen western prefectures, and taxes and provisions within their jurisdiction were exempt from payment, being used for military supplies.

Although a drought struck, the region remained relatively stable due to the exemption from taxes. On the Emperor

's Mausoleum Mountain within Liangzhou, a man and a woman stood facing each other, swords drawn.

The man appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in luxurious clothes, clearly from a noble family. Indeed, the young man was the second son of Prince Lin Xingchen, but his surname was not Lin; his given name was Zi Teng. Many rumors circulated about him; some said he was the Prince of Zhenxi's adopted son, others that he was the illegitimate son of one of the Prince of Zhenxi's wives. In short, one thing seemed certain... It was confirmed that he and Lin Xingchen did not appear to be directly related by blood.

Zi Teng held a heavy sword, its blade broad and blunt, radiating a cold, bluish-black light. The blade and hilt were seamlessly integrated, as if forged from a single piece of black iron. He slightly hunched his body, adopting a defensive stance, but his gaze towards the woman was not that of an enemy.

The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, with waist-length silver hair, a fair, oval face, and unusually alluring purple eyes and lips. A narrow black bodice and two separate long sleeves revealed a large expanse of fair, white skin on her upper body, except for her chest, further emphasizing her slender waist and high breasts. Her lower body was also covered by a black narrow skirt and knee-high boots, completely concealing her long legs, with only occasional glimpses visible through the openings in the skirt as the wind blew. He saw firm, sexy thighs.

The woman gazed at the boy before her, her eyes devoid of hostile intent. With her left hand, she slung a strangely shaped weapon over her shoulder. The weapon resembled both a sword and a knife, its blade gleaming golden, one side serrated, giving it the appearance of a burning flame.

A moment later, the woman in black moved. Her movements were swift and elegant, like a skilled dancer performing at breakneck speed, yet maintaining the grace and nobility of dance. The flame-shaped weapon's blade left a silver trail as it sliced through the air, the trail carrying a soft, cold aura, completely opposite to the weapon's fiery appearance, like the chill emanating from a thousand-year-old icy spring.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and with the woman's movements, her tight skirt billowed up. To his astonishment, Zi Teng discovered that beneath the skirt was nothing—a patch of silvery-white pubic hair was faintly visible, causing him to freeze in shock. Until the woman… He thrust his sword forward, and a series of gentle yet deadly sword energies surged forth like rippling water. Only then did he realize what was happening. He leaped into the air and swung his sword at the ground. The recoil from the impact of the sword energy lifted him high into the air. Looking down, he saw the wave-like sword energy had obliterated the rocks where he had stood. Zi Teng couldn't help but scoff, "No way? Is this for real?"

Zi Teng immediately retaliated, swinging his sword in mid-air in a "dance" similar to the woman in black, only his movements were sluggish and clumsy, like the dance of a rhinoceros and a hippopotamus. He didn't finish his movements until he landed, taking more than three times longer than the woman. He swung his sword, creating streaks of fiery red sword light, and waves of sword energy flew out. But unlike the woman in black, Zi Teng's sword energy was scorching hot, as if it would boil the air.

The woman smiled easily, neither dodging nor flinching. She spun her flame-shaped weapon once in her hand before plunging it into the ground. With a muffled thud, a row of transparent giant swords, seemingly made of crystal, rose from the ground, forming a wall of swords to protect her. The scorching sword energy collided with the sword wall, sending sparks flying. In the explosion, the sword energy was completely blocked, and several "crystal swords" in the middle of the sword wall were shattered into pieces. When the smoke and dust dissipated, Zi Teng was no longer in front of the woman. She reflexively looked up, but was blinded by a golden flash.

"Clever..."

the woman's tone held a hint of approval, "but not enough..."

She slashed her flame-shaped weapon before her eyes, and the wall of swords that had been standing on the ground flew up, blocking her from the golden light. The golden light drew closer, revealing its true form: three golden sword-shaped energies. A crisp collision rang out as the golden sword energies shattered against the layers of sword walls, most of the "crystal swords" that made up the wall being severed. After the golden light disappeared, a lithe figure swung down with a sword, but the remaining "crystal swords" instantly separated. Only then did Zi Teng realize that the woman was no longer beneath the sword wall.

Before he could react after landing, the remaining sword wall quickly surrounded him.

"Could it be..."

A sense of foreboding welled up in Zi Teng's heart. He looked up, and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky. "Sure enough..."

Then came a thunderclap mixed with a mournful scream...

Half an hour later, Zi Teng, smelling slightly burnt, slunk behind the woman towards a courtyard in the mountains.

"Master, you're really something, always using things I don't know to bully me..."

he muttered with some dissatisfaction as he tidied his hair, which had stood up because of being struck by lightning.

"Bullying?"

The woman in black turned her head, giving her a disdainful look. "If that were a real fight, as long as the opponent was a top expert, you..."

"I would already be dead, right? You always say that about me. Am I really that bad?"

Zi Teng impatiently interrupted. "No matter what, I've already mastered the metal and fire energies. When did Master teach me the rest?"

"Mastered? You're still a long way off."

The woman turned around and gently tapped Zi Teng's forehead. "Next time you make a move, please find a mirror and look at yourself. Your movements are as awkward as a clumsy dancer!"

"Really? It's not that bad, is it?"

"More or less..."

"There's no reason for that. Even Yueya'er's moves are quite beautiful. You also said that my skill is deeper than hers, so why am I so clumsy?"

"Firstly, Yueya'er is a girl, so it's natural that her movements are more beautiful than yours. Secondly, she practices the Jade Maiden Skill, and the Lotus Heart Sutra can accelerate the circulation of internal energy in the body." "

Then why don't you teach me the Jade Maiden Skill too?"

"Nonsense!"

Zi Teng received another tap on the forehead, this time from the hilt of a sword. "Practicing the Jade Maiden Skill requires a pure Yin body, and you're not a girl..."

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something ridiculous, the woman revealed a clearly malicious smile. "Or... do you want to cut off your own thing down there? If you can't bring yourself to do it, your master can help you."

"Ah? No, no, no, no need... I don't have that idea..."

Zi Teng subconsciously covered her genitals, looking ridiculous.

“I thought so…”

The woman turned and continued walking forward, and Zi Teng breathed a sigh of relief. “But speaking of which, you really are a martial arts prodigy. You’ve mastered the metal and fire energies in just ten years. Someone without the right aptitude wouldn’t be able to master even two in a lifetime.”

“Is it really that difficult?”

“It’s difficult only in terms of mastering more than two at the same time. Because the Five Elements Sword Qi originates from the Xuanmen Five Elements Incantation, the Five Elements are divided into two extremes. The metal and fire energies are extremely strong and yang, making them more suitable for male practitioners; the water and wood energies are extremely yin and soft, making them suitable for female practitioners; earth is the middle ground, and although it doesn’t involve the extremes, it is the most difficult to comprehend.”

“Even according to this, both men and women should be able to cultivate at least two…”

“I haven’t finished yet…”

“Ah?”

The woman turned around again, and a serrated blade suddenly rested on Zi Teng’s forehead, startling him so much that he swallowed back all the words he was about to say.

“I hate it when people interrupt me. The Five Elements are not only divided into two poles, but also cycle and counteract each other. Metal breaks wood, wood cracks earth, earth covers water, water extinguishes fire, and fire melts metal. Cultivating them simultaneously is as difficult as putting a cat and a mouse together and not letting the cat eat the mouse, understand? Even the most talented person needs decades of dedicated cultivation to accumulate sufficient internal energy to master more than two at the same time. If it were that easy, the once-great Heavenly Sect wouldn't be a mere shell of its former self now.”

“I see…”

Zi Teng seemed to deflate like a punctured balloon. Decades… What a joke? Wait… decades? Zi Teng suddenly had a terrible feeling. “Master, you are proficient in all five, how many years have you cultivated?”

“You don’t need to know that… Anyway…”

The woman seemed to recall some sad past, her voice carrying a hint of desolation, “No one would believe me even if I told them…”

“…”

Zi Teng wanted to ask something more, but in the end, she didn’t speak. Looking up, a girl was skipping and hopping towards the two of them in the courtyard.

"Master, Senior Brother..."

The girl's long, wondrous blue hair danced in the wind, a joyful smile graced her beautiful face. Thin trousers hugged her round, adorable hips, which swayed slightly with the movement of her legs. Her full breasts, somewhat disproportionate to her petite frame, rose and fell with her breath under her white dress, a pleasing sight indeed.

"Crescent Moon..."

Zi Teng instinctively opened his arms, and the girl's soft body bumped into his embrace. "Crescent Moon missed Senior Brother so much..."...

************

Late at night, in the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion in Xiling City, Lin Xingchen gazed confidently at the sand table before him. Along the border, amidst the rolling mountains, castles stood either in a line or formed strategic points, a perfect defensive line already taking shape.

Looking at each castle, his gaze finally settled on the only major gap in the defensive line. In fact, although it wasn't yet on the sand table, a new castle was nearing completion there.

Outside the door, a servant was carrying tea and preparing to go in, but was stopped by an elderly man dressed as a scholar.

"Strategist, you're still awake?"

the servant asked with a smile.

"Yes, I can't sleep. I wanted to chat with Your Highness,"

the old man replied, seemingly of high status, yet very gentle with his servants. "Give me this, you can go and rest."

He took the tea from the servant and went inside.

"Hmm, just put it over there,"

Lin Xingchen, hearing footsteps, assumed it was a servant bringing water and, without looking up, directly ordered, "Go check if the strategist is asleep."

"Your Highness, this old servant is still awake."

"Oh?"

Lin Xingchen then realized, "Oh dear, strategist, please sit down."

The old man was the strategist of the Prince's mansion, having served two generations of the Prince of Zhenxi. He held a very high position in the western borderlands, and even the Prince of Zhenxi, Lin Xingchen, respected him as an elder brother.

"It seems Your Highness is in a good mood,"

the old man said with a smile as he sat down.

"Yes, the Xiling defense line is almost complete. Zi'er's integrated defense and the first step of the plan to lure and annihilate the enemy have been accomplished. I think I can see the day when the western border is pacified."

Lin Xingchen's tone was full of satisfaction.

"The Second Young Master is wise and far-sighted, truly a brilliant strategist. With him around, this old man can finally retire to his hometown..."

"Alas... what are you saying, strategist? But... what a pity... if only he were my own son."

"Report!"

Just as the two were talking and laughing, a guard rushed in.

"What is it?"

"The scouts near the Ningyuan City construction site have spotted a large orc army crossing the border, estimated to be at least 80,000."

"They've come after all..."

Lin Xingchen murmured, seemingly having anticipated the situation. "I didn't expect it to be so fast. I thought they would wait until after winter. They're really courting death, crossing the Gobi Desert in this freezing weather."

"It's not entirely unexpected. Once Ningyuan City is completed, the main route for the orcs to advance eastward will be completely cut off by the Xiling defense line. It's understandable that they'll fight desperately,"

the old man analyzed.

"But it's still faster than we estimated. We only have troops from four garrisons near the construction site, plus the two additional cavalry units sent this month, totaling no more than 50,000. And this is semi-field warfare... It will take at least a week to prepare reinforcements to arrive. This is troublesome..." "

Your Highness need not worry. As the saying goes, it's not the number of soldiers that matters, but the skillful deployment. Although our forces are insufficient, if we have a good general to command them, defeating the enemy is not difficult,"

the old man said easily.

"Then, in the strategist's opinion, who is capable of this important task?"

"Hehe... Your Highness, you should know the answer,"

the old man chuckled. "If we're talking about the ability to defeat a larger force with a smaller one, who else in my Zhenxi Prefecture could compare to the Second Young Master?"...

********************

At this time, in a courtyard nestled in the Imperial Mausoleum, a room was still lit. The room was simply furnished. In the center was a wooden bed, beside which was a desk. Around the perimeter were rows of bookshelves, piled high with scrolls. Each book was made of bamboo slips strung together. Paper had been widely used in Yanhuang for over a century, so these scrolls were quite ancient.

At the desk in the center, Zi Teng was carefully reading a scroll. For the past ten years, he had spent three months here each year, not only studying martial arts with his master but also reading most of the books in the room.

From military affairs to politics, from astronomy to geography, these books covered almost every kind of knowledge he might need. Many of them were ancient books that had been lost to time. He often wondered why his master possessed so many ancient books, but he never asked, because he knew that even if he did, his master wouldn't answer.

The door

creaked open, and a breeze blew in through the passage between the bookshelves and the doorway. A tag attached to a book fluttered in the wind. If a royal library official saw this tag, they would be astonished, for the image on the tag clearly indicated that these books belonged to the private collection of the unifying emperor—Emperor Wu!

"Senior brother...you're still awake..."

Yueya'er entered the room, her petite body carrying a large quilt, looking incredibly cute. She spread the quilt out on the bed for Ziteng. "Master said it's getting chilly, so he told me to add another quilt for you."

"Ouch..."

Just as Yueya'er bent down to tidy the quilt, Ziteng unexpectedly slapped her cute little bottom. "Senior brother, you're so mean!"

The girl stood up, pouting and acting coquettishly, but Ziteng seized the opportunity to pull her into his arms and kiss her pouting lips deeply.

Yueya'er's body went limp, letting Ziteng lift her up and fall onto the thick quilt together, her cute little tongue responding with playful entanglement.

After a long while, their lips parted. "Did you miss me?"

Ziteng pulled the quilt over their intertwined bodies.

"Mmm..."

Through her clothes, the girl's firm breasts pressed against his chest, her sweet breath tickling his neck. In his broad chest, the girl shyly closed her eyes.

"Where do you want it more? Is it here?"

Wisteria's hand slipped inside the girl's loose nightgown, revealing a fullness that most girls her age wouldn't dare dream of. After savoring her rounded breasts, his hand continued downwards. The girl's nightgown was a one-piece set; lifting the hem, he saw that the space between her legs was already damp. "Or here?"

"Ugh... Senior brother..."

The girl's body trembled, her shoulders rising and falling slowly. Wisteria's hand felt her lower body becoming even wetter. "I want..."

the girl moaned in a voice as if she were about to collapse.

"Want what?"

Wisteria grinned mischievously, taking the girl's small hand and guiding it between her legs until her slender fingers softly grasped his throbbing penis. "Is it this?"

"Senior brother, you're bad..."

The girl's cheeks flushed as she rubbed the wondrous thing that had given her both pain and pleasure with her hand.

Wisteria continued his work, parting the girl's nightgown and pulling off the sleeves from her shoulders. The girl's last simple covering was gone. "Crescent Moon..."

Wisteria called the girl's name, gently trying to grasp her breasts, but the girl's size was so astonishing that he could only gently lift the beautiful peaks.

"Ah...ya..."

The girl's body was exceptionally sensitive; even the initial contact made her moan, naturally opening her legs to await his next move.

"Hmm..."

The girl frowned, and Wisteria's already engorged penis slowly began to penetrate. The girl's honeyed orifice had been untouched for a long time, tight like uncultivated, snow-white virgin territory. "Ah...ha..."

The penis finally entered completely, and the room echoed with the girl's painful cry.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Wisteria asked, kissing her forehead.

"It's been so long... so long since... with my senior brother..."

The girl hugged Zifeng tightly, her full breasts pressing against his broad chest, the soft flesh slightly deformed under the pressure. "I've waited for months, and finally... I can feel it again, the feeling of my senior brother inside me..."

"Want more? Want to feel it again?"

"Yes, the most intense kind..."

the girl murmured, reaching out to hold Zifeng's head, pressing his face against her high chest.

With permission, Zifeng began to slowly thrust his hips, carefully pumping in and out. The girl's vagina tightly enveloped his penis, the tightness of the long-untouched valley making Zifeng feel incredibly comfortable.

"Ah... um... senior brother... a little harder... more... more intensely..."

The initial slight pain from the discomfort had disappeared, replaced by a tingling sensation that penetrated to the bone. The girl's vagina began to pulsate, the temperature gradually rising, and the amount of lustful fluid increasing. Her body began to be tormented by the slight pleasure, and the most primal human desires made her demand more, faster, deeper...

"Then I won't hold back..."

Zifeng began to increase his strength and speed, but he quickly found it wasn't easy. The thick quilt protected their naked bodies from the chill of the night, but it also restricted his movements like heavy armor on a battlefield.

"It's so annoying!"

Zifeng was a little annoyed. He threw the quilt aside. A master freed from restraints can move like a shooting star or a swallow. With his body fully extended, Zifeng was like a machine running at full power, repeatedly withdrawing his penis completely and then thrusting it in again and again. The force was so astonishing that each withdrawal pulled the walls of the girl's vaginal opening outwards, bringing out splashes of fluid. Each thrust slammed heavily against the girl's soft clitoris, making her cry out in ecstasy.

"Ah... God... Ugh... Ah..."

The stimulation of being hit hard against her clitoris again and again made the girl gasp and twist her waist frantically to meet him. Her body trembled, whether it was because she was powerless against the chill of the night without the quilt or because Zifeng's powerful attacks caused her body to react involuntarily.

Wisteria was also panting, and the girl's flesh, stimulated and writhing intensely, was fiercely resisting him. He felt no cool night breeze; passion and bloodlust kept his body temperature rising.

Looking down, with each thrust, the girl's large breasts swayed like a ship caught in a storm. The sight of her rippling breasts excited him even more. He continued his lower body movements, reaching out to grab those enormous breasts, then mercilessly pinching, pulling, kneading, and shaking the elastic flesh. But no matter how much he ravaged them, the soft yet firm breasts always seemed to have an indelible memory, returning to their original full and alluring shape.

"Mmm... ah... I... hate it..."

The bio-currents of slight pain in her chest and intense pleasure throughout her body collided and merged in her mind, an indescribable feeling that made Crescent Moon let out sweet gasps.

"Ah...no...I'm going to die..."

Finally, the girl's legs suddenly clamped tightly around Zifeng's waist with astonishing strength. Zifeng felt the flesh walls and folds surrounding his penis spasm, tightening more and more, the temperature rising higher and higher, continuing to try to sever his penis—a sign of a female orgasm.

"Mmm..."

The girl's legs clamped tighter and tighter, her vagina contracting more and more, making it almost impossible for Zifeng to move his penis any further. He couldn't help but groan. His hands continued to exert force, squeezing her elastic breasts into strange shapes in his hands.

The girl's screams lasted for several minutes, and then her taut legs parted weakly again. She breathed happily, contentedly letting Zifeng play with her full breasts.

"Can we do it again?"

His penis, freed from the danger of being severed, became restless again. Zifeng shifted his body, moving his mouth from the girl's cleavage to her ear.

"Mmm..."

The girl acquiesced weakly. Although she was very tired, she didn't want to spoil her senior brother's fun.

"Cough..."

Suddenly, a cough came from outside the door that wasn't closed properly. With a sudden burst of strength, Yueya'er, who had been limp just moments before, pushed Ziteng away, pulled the covers over her head, and slipped inside. Both of them looked towards the doorway simultaneously. "Master..."

The woman had changed out of her daytime black clothes; her nipples, prominent beneath her silk nightgown, were faintly visible. Ziteng's gaze was immediately drawn to her: Master's size seemed smaller than Yueya'er's, but the shape was perfect...

"Young men are full of vigor; matters between men and women are indispensable..."

The woman didn't seem to notice her disciple's disrespectful gaze. She seemed to support their actions. "However, a little restraint is necessary. Your junior sister's Jade Maiden Skill isn't fully mastered yet; once a day is fine, but more than that will affect her cultivation."

With that, she turned and left.

"..."

The two siblings on the bed smiled at each other. "So Master already knew..."

Ziteng scratched his head, got up, and put his clothes back on.

"Senior brother, where are you going?"

Yueya'er asked, peeking out from under the covers.

"Let's figure something out..."

Zi Teng smiled wryly, pointing to his bulging pants.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's nothing, your health is the most important thing..." ...

"Let's figure something out..."

Zi Teng now understood what it meant to talk the talk without walking the walk. It was just the three of them, master and disciple, not some maidservant summoned at will in a royal palace. Saying that was easy, doing it... worse still, he was starting to feel like his whole body was on fire. Not only was his mouth dry, but his skin was also turning red. He'd experienced this before, several times when the women who served him couldn't handle it, leaving him feeling awkward and unsatisfied. He didn't know why, only that when this happened, he usually needed to summon several maidservants to solve the problem. But now... he

unconsciously walked to the vicinity of the backyard. There was a hot spring in the courtyard, and the sound of rushing water could be heard. Could it be...

his master was taking a bath? An irrepressible lust compelled Zi Teng to pull the door open a crack…

Upon seeing it, he felt his blood rush to his head and then to his groin. Full, bamboo-shoof-shaped breasts immediately came into view, their beauty undeniable even through the steam. A smooth abdomen, fair skin, a well-proportioned figure, long legs—everything was perfect, the most perfect state of a woman at her most beautiful.

He remembered ten years ago, when he first met his master. He was seven, and she looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, the prime of a woman's life. Today, he was seventeen, yet his master still appeared to be in that perfect state; time seemed to have no effect on her. Amidst the excitement, his initial thoughts resurfaced. Perhaps his continued following of his master all these years was primarily driven by a desire for that perfect body?

His breathing quickened, and he realized he was already naked. Desire and heat made him instinctively lean forward, pressing all his weight against the door.

Finally, the door collapsed under the weight, and the force of the impact caused the somewhat dazed Wisteria to stumble and fall into the hot spring pool. He vaguely saw his master's astonished expression and wide-open mouth, and then felt his burning penis suddenly enter a wet space—due to his unconscious forward thrust, his penis had slid perfectly into his master's surprised, open mouth.

"Slap!"

His master, filled with shame and anger, slapped him to the ground, and his penis slid out of that alluring little mouth.

"Master…I…"

This brought him back to some semblance of reason, and he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

"You..."

The master was about to scold him when she noticed the unnatural flush on Zi Teng's body. She quickly grabbed his arm and took his pulse. "Your internal energy has turned into fire, and the fire is attacking your heart. Did you... not ejaculate when you were with Yueya'er just now?"

"Yes... because Yueya'er... already came..."

Zi Teng answered with difficulty, his mouth dry. "Master... you..."

Then, he saw a scene he could only fantasize about in his dreams: his master was kneeling in front of him, bringing his mouth to his penis.

"Don't speak. This is a side effect of cultivating the Fire Sword. The fire arises from the heart, and it can also arise from desire. So remember, you must never stop halfway through sex in the future, otherwise your internal energy will uncontrollably turn into invisible fire, causing you to die from the poisonous fire burning your heart."

The next moment, Zifeng felt his penis return to that moist, narrow space. His master's tongue slid and rolled, again and again. His master's throat deeply held the tip of his penis, her head sliding, allowing his penis to freely thrust in and out of her mouth.

Zifeng felt his breath suddenly stop, and unconsciously he began to push his hips forward rapidly.

His master's movements felt strange, somewhat skilled, yet also seemingly clumsy, but they gave Zifeng a very familiar feeling... Why was it so familiar? He recalled, it was actually one of the maids who served him in the royal palace... He never imagined that his seemingly pure and innocent master would actually... The Xuanmen sword technique lost for a hundred years, millions of ancient books, and the clumsy yet once skilled bed-serving techniques, what secrets were hidden in the past that his master was unwilling to mention?

"Ugh..."

His master let out a soft moan. Zifeng looked at her curiously. There was some desire and confusion in her eyes. One hand grasped his penis, while the fingers of the other hand were thrusting in and out of her honey hole.

“Master…let me serve you too…”

Wisteria held her master’s head and gently withdrew his penis.

“Mmm…”

the woman answered vaguely, the confusion in her eyes indicating that she was not quite clear-headed. She helped Wisteria lie down, then turned and straddled his face, before leaning down to continue taking his penis into her mouth.

Wisteria held her master’s smooth thighs with both hands, carefully observing his vulva. A bright red slit between the silvery-white pubic hair resembled that of a virgin, the very place he had longed for. Due to her martial arts training, her master’s thighs were very elastic. Wisteria’s hands traced along his buttocks to his thighs, the smooth and elastic skin feeling wonderful.

Wisteria raised her head and pressed it close to the slit, stimulating the soft red flesh with the tip of her tongue. “Mmm… ooh… ooh…”

Although it was only a slight stimulation, it already made her master moan softly with his penis in her mouth. She usually lived a secluded life, all her sexual desires forcibly suppressed, but now they were aroused, and her body was unusually sensitive.

Zifeng extended his tongue and probed into the crevice, feeling the sensitive flesh inside begin to engorge with blood. When his tongue touched the flesh, his master's elastic thighs trembled in waves, coordinating with the extension and retraction of his tongue. His master also increased the speed of his head movements, sucking his penis with all his might...

Zifeng's tongue continued to increase the amplitude of its movements, thrusting in and out of his master's honey hole. At the same time, his hands left the smooth thighs and came to the part of his master that attracted him the most—those firm breasts. His entire palm enveloped her breast, his thumb and little finger slowly kneading her nipple. It was a different feel from Crescent Moon's ample breasts; not as astonishingly large, yet perfectly shaped. Gone was the soft, deformed feeling of her breasts; instead, an amazing elasticity resisted the force of his hand…

“Mmm… ooh…”

Under the combined assault from above and below, Wisteria felt her master's reaction growing stronger. Trembling spread from her legs to her entire body, and her sucking and licking of his penis became increasingly intense. Her master groaned, and her vaginal fluids gushed forth continuously…

“Mmm… ooh… ah…”

Finally, her whole body trembled violently, emitting an almost mournful moan from her nose. A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto Wisteria's face.

Her master had climaxed… Wisteria stopped moving. He felt the woman on top of him pant and release his penis, then softly roll over and lie to one side.

Zifeng rolled over and found himself straddling his master's legs. His master's fair skin was flushed crimson with the approaching climax, her body rising and falling with her breaths, her legs weakly parted, revealing her engorged vulva right before Zifeng's eyes. Zifeng

felt he could no longer control his body. He knelt between his master's legs, panting, his penis slowly approaching that dreamlike place.

"No!"

The moment his penis touched her vulva, Zifeng felt his master react as if she had received a tremendous shock, pushing him away.

"Master...Master..."

"I...I can't..."

she gasped, resolutely refusing, while simultaneously pressing her hands together to form a deep cleavage, like another vulva. She turned her face away, seemingly unwilling to see her own wanton appearance. "You...use this..."

Breast play? Zifeng was no stranger to this; many of the trained maids in the palace were skilled in this art. He slowly inserted his penis, the slippery flesh and the lubrication from his saliva making movement easy.

"Oh..."

The heat of his penis stimulated the sensitive flesh, and Zifang heard his master let out a passionate moan. He thrust even harder, a sensation different from the vaginal opening surged forth. His penis, tightly surrounded by soft and elastic flesh, rubbed against the crevice as it moved in and out. With each withdrawal, the previous emptiness was quickly filled by the breasts, just like a honey hole that always maintained the same tightness.

Wisteria thrust rapidly, the movements becoming faster and more forceful… until something seemed to stimulate his back, making him feel numb…

“Master… I…”

He could no longer control himself; a surge of heat gushed from his penis, the tip bursting out of her cleavage and aimed directly at his master’s turned face. A large amount of semen gushed from his penis, instantly flooding her flushed cheeks…

Moonlight shone through the latticed window into the room, a lavishly furnished room completely out of place in this simple courtyard deep in the mountains. The exquisitely crafted mahogany furniture was something only the wealthy could afford, and the finely detailed and lifelike dragon patterns carved on the bedside table and dressing table were something only seen in the mansions of princes and nobles.

She sat before the dressing table, staring blankly at herself in the mirror. Still the same, always the same… Logically, a woman should never tire of her youth and beauty, but she, facing her own perfect face, felt a sense of weariness.

She picked up a jade pendant from the table. Beside its openwork phoenix design were two characters inlaid in jade: "Ruyue" (如月).

"Ruyue..."

she murmured silently. This wasn't her real name, like many ordinary women who entered noble families. She had no recollection of her true name, for it had vanished from her life long ago. In fact, her current name was the same. If it weren't for this jade pendant, she might have forgotten it altogether.

She carefully put the pendant away, shaking her head vigorously, as if trying to banish unwanted memories. Standing up, she turned to see her disciple fast asleep on her bed.

To allow the accumulated five elements of fire within him to dissipate, she hadn't covered him with a blanket. Calculating the time, it had been over two hours since he lost consciousness after ejaculating on her face. There was still an hour until dawn, and his condition had clearly improved; the flush on his skin was gradually fading. It seemed he would wake up before daybreak.

She breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in her chair. It was already past midnight, but she felt no sleepiness. In fact, since the day everything had changed for her, sleep had become something dispensable.

Bored, she stared at the boy's naked body on the bed. The flush on his skin was fading, and his body temperature should be decreasing, but at this moment, she felt her own temperature rising. The suffocating pleasure she felt during her orgasm in the bathroom seemed to still be buried deep within her. Now, this buried pleasure was fueling her pent-up desire, burning her nerves and tormenting her consciousness.

Unconsciously, she stepped forward and stroked the boy's strong, broad chest. Suddenly, as if electrocuted, her body trembled, and she abruptly withdrew her hand.

What am I doing? A voice in her heart asked herself. Before, it was to prevent him from being consumed by the poison, to save him. Now, no, she couldn't continue down this wrong path.

She curled up and sat back in the chair, reaching into her open robe to pull off her thin nightgown. Her physical desire had made her forget about the unconscious man in the room. Standing before the bronze mirror, the relentless passage of time had left no trace. Her long, silvery-white hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her slightly misty eyes held a layer of fog. Her soft, boneless hands caressed her high, firm breasts, the bright red nipples still blooming proudly. Her flat stomach had no excess fat, and a trickle of clear fluid oozed from between her legs. The body hair, the same color as her long hair, swayed with her trembling body, as if complaining about the years of neglect.

"Ah...oh..."

Her two snow-white thighs parted, each resting on either side of the dressing table. Two fingers were deeply inserted into her plump petals. Lying on the back of the chair, she let out moans, her dazed eyes looking at the mirror before her, where her reflection displayed her wanton state without reservation.

"What's wrong with me?"

Since retreating to these mountains, she had completely locked away her worldly desires deep within her body. So many years had passed, why today?... She tried to soothe herself, but the desire that had been suppressed for so many years, once unleashed, was so astonishingly powerful. The waves of itching from her lower body made her crave the insertion of something thicker and stronger. She

couldn't resist anymore. She got up and staggered to the bedside, her legs giving way as she collapsed beside Zi Teng's unconscious body. Her hand instinctively reached out to grab something, but what she grasped was Zi Teng's still impressively large penis, even though it had gone limp.

"I've endured all these years, and today you've killed me..."

she murmured. "Is this God's punishment? Is it still cursing me?"

"Ah?"

she exclaimed, feeling the thing in her hand rapidly grow larger and harder, the burning heat making her tremble, and the desire within her becoming even more uncontrollable. Looking down, the penis in front of her was already in its optimal state before intercourse—although her body hadn't regained consciousness, this extremely densely nerve-rich organ in her lower body had bypassed the brain and issued battle orders to her entire body.

"It's okay... just this once..."

she prepared to surrender to her desire, "As long as... I don't let what he ejaculated stay inside me, there won't be a problem..."

she comforted herself, retreating to her final limit.

Slowly, she climbed onto the bed from the side of Zi Teng's legs, spread her legs, and knelt to move above Zi Teng's penis, straddling it, one hand grasping the thick thing and rubbing it against her sensitive and yearning honey hole, the electric-like tingling pleasure making her tremble and moan.

Slowly, he sat down, his penis sliding in and out between her two petal-like labia, immediately enveloped by her thirsty walls. "Ah!"

She stopped after only a small portion had entered, trembling and moaning, whether from the pain of unfamiliarity or from excessive pleasure, it was unclear. In any case, for her usually secluded honeypot, this first visitor was far too intense.

She continued, pausing several times, her cries of longing and pain mirroring her conflicted emotions.

"Ah!..."

A high-pitched cry echoed, and as his penis completely disappeared into her honeypot, her body trembled with excitement, her head tilting back dramatically, her body arching into an exaggerated bow...

After the extreme excitement, she leaned forward, panting, her hands supporting her on Zifang's firm chest muscles, her silver hair falling onto her chest as her head drooped. She closed her eyes, seemingly unwilling to look at the unconscious boy in front of her, as if trying to numb herself in this way. Two faint tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the back of her hand.

"Hurry up, or he'll wake up..." she urged herself inwardly. She arched her slender waist, slowly letting the invading penis rub against her. The uncontrollable desire overwhelmed the pain caused by the intruder's enormous size. Each thrust and withdrawal brought her intense, almost painful pleasure, making her gasp for breath...

Her reason was drowned in her panting and moaning. Her buttocks swayed rhythmically, moving up and down, swallowing and releasing. Her juices flowed down her thighs. Her naked, snow-white body writhed and swayed wildly, her two full breasts bobbing up and down and side to side...

"Oh... ah..." Chapter 2,
11-20, rape . She moaned as if paralyzed, as the hard penis of the wisteria rubbed back and forth in her slippery vagina. The intense stimulation made her feel as if she were melting. She forgot all her previous concerns and all the pain. Now, she was just a woman intoxicated by desire. Excitedly kneading her breasts, leaving bruises on them with her slender hands, she moved her hips up and down, feeling her heart pounding. Her mouth was half-open, her smooth, white body convulsing and trembling. Her rosy nipples hardened and stood erect under the stimulation of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her cherry lips parted, and she gasped softly… Waves of tingling sensations made her twist her hips greedily, seeking more. Ten minutes… thirty minutes… half an hour later, her body trembled violently, her lower body contracted intensely, and she was already close to orgasm, but she endured it, holding back her essence so that she could savor this long-awaited pleasure a little longer. Finally, the boy beneath her could no longer hold back. Even unconscious, his body still reacted normally, and streams of hot semen gushed out, stimulating her vaginal walls and her heart. "Oh my god! He... he ejaculated inside me..." The burning sensation startled her, and she could no longer control her body. The long-awaited climax arrived, and she regained some clarity. She hurriedly pulled away from Zifang's body, but it was too late; most of the semen remained inside her. She composed herself, took a deep breath, and pressed her breath into her lower abdomen. Soon, a cloudy liquid began to be squeezed out of her vagina—first white semen, then vaginal fluid mixed with a little semen, and finally, only her own bodily fluids remained. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away. She staggered to a chair by the bed, burying her face deeply in her hands, sobbing softly... ********** ... He looked up and found himself in an unfamiliar room. Looking around, his gaze finally settled on the golden blade. "It's Master's Fire Crystal..." This meant this was Master's room. So everything from last night... He glanced at the bedside; his clothes were neatly folded. He dressed quickly and walked out with some excitement. After last night's events, perhaps it would be a good start for both him and Master... As he walked to the front yard, the aroma of noodles wafted from the kitchen. Crescent Moon was cooking, meaning Master was probably alone in the front yard. He quickened his pace. Master sat at the stone table, her face tired, her eyes slightly red. She was still wearing the same sexy black outfit from yesterday, but without boots. Her delicate, snow-white feet touched the stone slabs, making the white marble floor seem pale in comparison.

She silently sipped her tea, head bowed, showing no intention of looking up at her. This instantly turned Zifang's excitement into disappointment. Her master's meaning was clear: say nothing, and pretend yesterday's events never happened. A wave of despondency washed over Zifang. Was it over? It seemed it hadn't even truly begun…

Soft footsteps approached, and Yueya'er, barefoot, her cute little feet damp from the dew on the stone slabs, carried a steamer to the table. She opened the lid, and a fragrant aroma wafted out.

Zifang picked up a bun and took a bite. The fresh scent of wild vegetables filled her mouth. Although it was just a simple vegetarian filling, it was quite delicious thanks to Yueya'er's careful preparation. Looking up at her master again, she still ignored her. Zifang shook her head in frustration.

Crescent Moon took small bites of the bun in her hand, glancing at her master and then at her senior brother. Something felt off; her feminine intuition told her there must be something between them, but the naive girl couldn't figure out what it could be. She wanted to ask, but the strange atmosphere silenced her. Thus, the three of them maintained this somewhat eerie silence.

A hawk's cry broke the suffocating silence. The two women looked up curiously; in their memory, there shouldn't be any hawks in these mountains.

Wisteria, however, didn't react much. He recognized the sound; it was his trained falcon. His father always used it to deliver messages when he was away, as it seemed to find him wherever he was.

Wisteria stood up and stretched out his left arm. The falcon landed precisely on its master's arm. Wisteria carefully took a roll of paper from its leg, then withdrew his arm, opened it, and examined it closely. The falcon then perched obediently on his shoulder.

"What a beautiful bird..."

Crescent Moon had never seen an eagle before. Curious, she reached out to stroke the "beautiful bird." Seemingly sensing the lingering scent of its owner on the girl, the falcon gently tilted its head to accommodate her touch. "So well-behaved, not afraid of strangers at all..."

Crescent Moon smiled happily, revealing her adorable tiger teeth.

"What happened?"

This was the first thing Master asked today, but there was no chance...

"The border is in crisis, Father urgently summons me back..."

His tone was somewhat helpless.

"Ah! No!"

Master didn't react much, but Crescent Moon protested. She shook the arm holding the wisteria, startling the falcon away. "Senior Brother, you've only just arrived! You agreed to stay for a month, you can't leave..."

"Crescent Moon,"

Master reprimanded the willful little girl, "Your senior brother is a descendant of royalty, he should prioritize important matters, don't make a fuss."

"Master..."

Crescent Moon pouted.

"When do you plan to leave?"

"I'll leave immediately, using the Earth Spirit Talisman to go back."

"So soon..."

The woman looked at Crescent Moon, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, "Take Crescent Moon with you."

"Isn't that a bad idea? Who will take care of you if Junior Sister leaves? Perhaps..."

Zi Teng felt a surge of excitement. Why not take this opportunity to bring Master back as well?

"No need. I'm used to being alone. But this girl has been with me in the deep mountains for so long, she's suffered. Take her to see the world."

Master didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Yes..."

"Master is the best!"

Crescent Moon, who had just been crying, immediately put on a bright smile, hugging her senior brother's arm tightly, afraid he would lose her.

"Then... Master, please take care..."

Zi Teng glanced at Master again. Her expression was still cold. Obviously, there was no possibility of further persuasion. He sighed helplessly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and after a moment of silent chanting, the paper turned to ashes in the air. A beam of light enveloped the bodies of the two siblings and gradually disappeared.

The woman sighed deeply, a sense of loss washing over her. Suddenly, a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. She turned and with a flick of her left hand, a golden light flashed, and a decapitated corpse fell from the roof…

************

The rising sun illuminated the study. Lin Xingchen held a document in his hand, frowning in deep thought…

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and someone outside said, “Father, it’s your son, Zi Teng.”

“Come in quickly,”

Lin Xingchen said joyfully.

Zifang pushed open the door and entered the room, offering her greetings. "Father, why did you summon me back so urgently? What happened?"

"The orcs suddenly besieged the still-under-construction Ningyuan City. We were caught completely off guard..."

"How many?" "

Around 100,000... To buy time to gather reinforcements, I need someone with 50,000 troops to delay them for at least a week. Can you do it?"

"Hmph..."

Zifang smiled slightly, "They've already summoned me back. Even if I said no, I'm afraid you wouldn't agree, Father..."

"Ugh..."

Yueya'er sat on the stone bench in the courtyard of the Prince's mansion, pouting as she looked at her slightly dirty little feet. It was unclear whether she was complaining about the unclean ground or about her senior brother leaving her alone.

The patrolling guards came and went, but none of them paid any attention to her. Firstly, this girl was brought back by the Second Young Master, and secondly, such a cute little girl couldn't be a suspicious person.

"So boring..."

Yueya'er complained.

"Little girl, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

A gentle female voice came from the side. Yueya looked up and saw a woman with a somewhat languid expression looking at her, surrounded by several maids. The woman's skin was not only fair and delicate but also shimmered with a pearly luster. Her high nose and full lips accentuated her mature sexiness, and her long, wavy golden hair cascaded down her shoulders. Yueya had never seen the woman's clothes before; they were nothing like those worn by Easterners. A simple, low-cut robe highlighted her full breasts.

"What a beautiful older sister… almost like my master…" Yueya thought.

The woman looked the little girl up and down, her eyes finally settling on her bare feet. The woman smiled, turned to a maid beside her, and said something. The maid obeyed and left.

"I… I'm waiting for my senior brother…"

Besides her master and senior brother, Yueya had hardly ever seen anyone else. A stranger's question made it difficult for her to answer.

"Oh? What is your senior brother doing here?"

the woman continued, thinking she was a junior sister brought by one of the guards.

"I don't know... they all call him Second Young Master or something..."

Crescent Moon's answer was somewhat laughable, but being so naive, she truly didn't understand what "Second Young Master" meant.

"Oh... it's him..."

The woman revealed a mysterious smile...

"Crescent Moon..."

Wisteria searched anxiously in the courtyard for her missing junior sister, feeling a little worried. Although this manor couldn't compare to the imperial palace, it was still quite large; she might have gotten lost...

"So beautiful..."

"It's my daughter's, and it fits you quite well too..."

"Ah... Big sister, you have a daughter..."

"Yes... so you should still call me Auntie..."

A silvery female voice came from behind the rockery in the garden. That was... Crescent Moon... and... Mother?

Wisteria quickened her pace.

Behind the rockery was a pavilion, where Mother was sitting, smiling and looking at something. Following Mother's gaze, Crescent Moon was chasing something among the flowers. Her transparent crystal sandals were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight. Those were... Yi Rou's shoes...

"Senior brother, look what I caught..."

Seeing Wisteria approach, Crescent Moon skipped over to him, opening and closing her arms. Suddenly, a butterfly flew out from inside. "Ah! Don't run away!"

Crescent Moon shouted and chased after it.

"Such a cute little girl..."

Zi Teng turned around, his mother's alluring face was now right in front of him, her fragrance like hormones making his blood rush to his head. "Tell me honestly, where did you kidnap her from?"

Zi Teng took a deep breath, suppressing the rush of blood to his head, and answered half-jokingly, "I picked her up from the mountains."

The woman knew her son was joking, so she smiled and said, "I don't care, but you'd better think about how to explain this to Yi Rou."

"Ah..."

Zi Teng seemed to choke on his words. "Brothers are only allowed to find pretty older sisters, not younger sisters as cute as me, otherwise..."

His sister's "threat" before leaving rang in his ears again. Thinking of that girl's jealous and mischievous temper, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Think about it carefully, that girl will be back next month..."

His mother gave him a smug "you're doomed" gesture, and turned and left quite happily.

"What... At your age, you're still making fun of me..."

Zi Teng looked helplessly at his mother's smug back, the swaying of her ample hips making his blood boil again.

"Eh... why did Auntie leave?"

Yue Ya'er's disappointed voice suppressed Zi Teng's anger.

"Hmm... your feet..."

"This..."

Yue Ya'er happily showed off her new shoes to her senior brother, "How are they? Pretty, right? Auntie gave them to me..."

"Auntie?"

Zi Teng smiled, "She's my mother."

"Ah..."

Yue Ya'er's mouth was so wide it could fit a fist.

"What's wrong?"

Zi Teng kindly stepped forward to help her put her jaw back in place, then pulled her along towards his study.

"Nothing..."

Yue Ya'er obediently followed, "It's just that your mother looks so young, almost like Master."

"Actually... she's not my biological mother... although I did grow up on her milk..."

"Oh?"

Yue Ya'er looked at her senior brother curiously, waiting for him to continue, but Zi Teng seemed unwilling to continue the story, instead changing the subject.

"By the way, from now on, don't tell anyone that I know martial arts."

"Why? Isn't it good to know martial arts?"

Crescent Moon asked innocently.

"It's different here than in the mountains. Someone of my status must keep some secrets that others don't know. If others see through everything, my death is not far off..."

"Oh... I don't understand..."

Crescent Moon blinked her beautiful big eyes, looking puzzled. "But I will definitely do as you say, Senior Brother."

Wisteria led her into his study, closed the door, and the servants had already placed all the necessary materials on the desk as he had instructed.

Crescent Moon felt that her senior brother seemed to have suddenly become a different person. After entering the room, he ignored her completely, first flipping through some things, and then staring at the map for a long time. She could only sit alone beside him, idly playing with the hem of her clothes.

Zifang pondered, his eyes never leaving the map on the table. Forty thousand infantry, ten thousand cavalry, two hundred Weiyuan field guns, ten Shenwu cannons… a series of data were rapidly processed in his mind, but he still couldn't arrive at a conclusion, a suitable strategy…

The door opened and then closed softly again. The servants silently set out the food. They knew their young master's temperament well; he wouldn't allow anyone to disturb him when he was thinking.

The aroma of the food wafted over, but Zifang seemed completely oblivious. Yueya, however, couldn't stand it anymore—or rather, her stomach was upset—and she protested with a groan.

"Senior brother… let's eat first… how can we do anything without eating…"

Yueya didn't care about the servants' reservations; she went straight to shake her senior brother's arm.

“Eating…can’t we do anything without eating?”

Zi Teng muttered. “Food!”

In an instant, his eyes lit up. Yueya’er’s words had led him to the enemy’s Achilles’ heel. “Commander!”

He suppressed the urge to pick up the little girl and kiss her.

“Your humble servant is here!”

A civil official ran in, holding a pen and paper for taking notes.

“There are a few things here. Write them down and draft an order immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

“First, order the garrison to build a fan-shaped defensive line along the advantageous terrain of the mountains outside the city, focusing on the flanks; second, move the camp of the construction workers to the front of the city to face the enemy; third, deploy all ten Divine Martial Cannons to the front, test-fire them, and then plant explosives near the impact points; fourth, strictly order the entire army to hold their ground. No one is allowed to engage in battle before my arrival. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law! Once the order is drafted, send it to the Ningyuan camp as quickly as possible!”

“Yes, sir!”

The civil official hurriedly wrote everything down and left quickly.

"Alright..."

Zi Teng smiled and stroked Yueya'er's blue hair as he closed the door. "Now we can eat."

"Hooray!"...

"I'm so full..."

Twenty minutes later, Yueya'er happily patted her slightly bulging belly. Then, she obediently let her senior brother lift her up and place her on his lap.

"What are you going to do, senior brother?"

"Nothing... just a little post-meal exercise."

"Huh?"

"Haven't you heard? 'When you're full and warm, you think of lust...'"

Zi Teng said, already pulling her into his arms, their upper bodies intertwined.

Yueya'er didn't resist, only shyly closing her eyes, remaining motionless as he did as he pleased. Zi Teng took the opportunity to slip his hand inside her clothes; even through the fabric, her breasts looked so proud and large, and the soft, enormous feel of them in his hands was even more exhilarating.

"Mmm... Senior Brother..."

Zi Teng lowered his head and kissed the girl's fair neck. The tingling sensation made Yueya'er let out an intoxicated moan. Her body trembled, her nipples hardened, and she breathed softly, her shoulders rising and falling slowly. "Mmm... Senior Brother... I... want..."

She pleaded in a voice that sounded like she was about to break down, raising her blushing face and looking at the man holding her with moist eyes. Her yearning filled Zifeng with indescribable pleasure. He unzipped his pants, then took Yueya's soft hand and guided it to his already erect penis.

"Oh..."

Her slender fingers gently grasped his throbbing member, the sensation making Zifeng moan softly in pleasure. That sound seemed to be an encouragement, causing Yueya, her cheeks flushed, to continue stroking him. Her shy yet earnest appearance was as adorable as a girl seeing a man's penis for the first time, which fueled Zifeng's desire even more. He lifted her skirt, revealing that the area around her cleft was covered only by pubic hair damp with her juices.

"Huh?"

The furry feeling on his hand surprised Zifeng. "Where are your panties?" "

I didn't wear any this morning... and I didn't have time to take them when I left..."

Yueya buried her face almost completely in his chest, answering in a barely audible voice.

"Oh?"

Is that so? Underwear… For some reason, he suddenly thought of his sister and mother's incredibly sexy Western Continent-style lingerie. How sexy would it be if this girl with the youthful face and large breasts wore it? …“I’ll buy you some special ones later,”

he said with a wicked grin.

“Mmm…”

Crescent Moon couldn’t answer him anymore, because at the same time he made that trap-like suggestion, Wisteria had already lifted one of her legs, and his engorged penis plunged in all the way, forcing open the still tight walls of her vagina, squeezing out the fluid flowing from her honeyed orifice. Wisteria thrust upwards forcefully.

“Ah…mmm…Senior Brother…”

Crescent Moon let out a soft, dreamlike moan, her hands supporting herself on Wisteria’s legs. Wisteria simply lifted her up, so they were sitting facing each other, their legs intertwined, with her straddling his waist. The girl’s fair body trembled with the boy’s powerful thrusts, and soon the parts of Crescent Moon’s body exposed to the air were covered in sweat.

“Crescent Moon…”

Zi Teng pressed his cheek against the blushing face, his lips searching for the cherry lips hidden in the rosy clouds. “Senior Brother…”

the girl breathed softly, pressing her cherry lips against his.

Their bodies drew closer, her full, elastic breasts pressed against Zi Teng’s strong chest, her exaggerated curves distorted by the pressure.

“So beautiful…”

Their lips parted, savoring the moment, the girl’s watery eyes opened, and Zi Teng’s movements became more intense. The girl bent her thighs, tilting her head back, trying her best not to make too much noise.

“Mmm… ah… ah… Senior Brother… good…”

But the tidal wave of pleasure finally became unbearable, and Crescent Moon, her brows furrowed, finally couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan.

Zi Teng found the sound too beautiful. To make the girl in his arms moan a few more times, he supported the girl’s round, soft buttocks, using the point where they were joined as the center, and made her body move in an arc.

"Ah, no...don't do this...I want it..."

The rotating flesh walls were being stimulated from all sides, and Crescent Moon felt like she was about to collapse, her whole body trembling...

"So sensitive..."

The girl's pleas for mercy didn't stop Wisteria. He made the girl's soft upper body lie on the desk, his hands kneading her fleshy, delicate buttocks, continuing to thrust in and out of her honeyed orifice with shallow and deep strokes.

"Knock knock knock..."

At the crucial moment, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in,"

Wisteria replied casually.

"Huh?"

The sound of the door opening startled Crescent Moon, and then she was immediately pushed under the table by Wisteria.

The person who entered was a female general in red armor, her slightly brown hair tied into a long ponytail at the back of her head. Her cold, handsome face was expressionless. The red leather armor drew two arcs from her shoulders down, revealing her vibrant wheat-colored skin from her neck to her chest, and also revealing a hint of cleavage. Presumably to avoid hindering movement, the skirt armor only reached the upper thighs, extending down her straight, slender legs, with the lower part of her legs covered by a pair of red leather boots.

"Sister Lanhua, is there something you need?"

"Don't call me so intimately,"

Ziteng continued thrusting under the table, while her upper body pretended to be still looking at a map. The female general called Lanhua didn't notice anything amiss. "I'm just here to tell you that the Prince has appointed me as the military supervisor, and I will accompany you on the expedition tomorrow."

"I understand,"

Ziteng replied easily, but Yueya'er under the table suffered, having to bite her clothes tightly to avoid making a sound.

"Then this subordinate will take her leave."

Lanhua left, and the door closed again.

"No way, with her around, I'm sure I won't have a good time..."

Zi Teng said with a wry smile. This woman, who at twenty-five years old had already become the captain of the Marquis's guard, equivalent to a fourth-rank imperial bodyguard, was no stranger to Zi Teng, whether it was her beautiful naked body or her rigid and strict demeanor. On the one hand, he could always conveniently appear at the bathroom window when she was taking a bath; on the other hand, if there was anyone in the manor besides his clever and eccentric younger sister who could give him a headache, it would be this old spinster who always liked to nag him.

"Ahhhhh..."

Hearing the door close, Yueya'er, who had been enduring for a long time, finally let out a particularly high-pitched groan. Her legs suddenly tightened and then weakly stretched out again. At the same time, Zi Teng felt the flesh walls surrounding his penis contracting intensely as if squeezing out his flesh. It seemed that the sudden situation had given her a rather special orgasm.

The intense contractions made Zifang feel like he was about to ejaculate. Normally, he would adjust his breathing and slow his movements, but considering Yueya'er had already climaxed, to avoid further complications, he thrust his penis against her clitoris for a while longer, ejaculating streams of hot white fluid that filled the girl's womb…

So… who would be serving him tonight? That evening, after coaxing Yueya'er to sleep in the guest room, Zifang returned to his room, contemplating how to release the remaining desires from the day. But after waiting a long time without any maidservants arriving, he wondered why. Just then, the door opened, and entered one of the women he dreaded most.

“Young Master, you don't need to wait. No maidservants will be serving you tonight.”

It was the same brown ponytail, the same sexy red leather armor, and the same slightly sarcastic tone.

“Why?”

“You are the commander-in-chief, about to go to war. Such exhausting activities should be avoided.”

“Why?”

Zifang protested loudly.

"Because I'm the military supervisor, you decide on marching and fighting, but I decide on matters like military discipline."

"What does this have to do with military discipline? This woman probably has a twisted mind; no wonder she's still single at her age."

Wisteria muttered discontentedly.

"What did you say?"

With a "snap," a hand beneath the red armor gripped the hilt of a sword.

"N-nothing..."

A wisp of murderous intent wafted over, causing Zifeng to quickly change his tune. "I was just thinking, if you were to get married, Sister Lanhua, your fiancé would probably be a renowned martial arts master, right?"

"Hmph..."

Lanhua scoffed disdainfully, lowering her hand from her sword hilt. "Instead of worrying about such trivial matters, young master, you should focus on practicing martial arts. If you spent half the time you used to peep at me while I bathed on this, perhaps you'd be the one to marry me now."

"Sister Lanhua, you're joking again."

"Sorry, I don't have a penchant for joking."

"..."

Zifeng then realized that the woman before him was purely mocking him. Looking at her arrogant demeanor, Zifeng gritted his teeth in hatred: You wretched woman, just you wait, I'll take you right now.

Bad people are terrifying, especially clever ones. In a few seconds, a not-too-evil plan had already formed in the mind of someone burning with a mixture of lust and rage. He stood up and turned towards the zither platform behind him.

"What are you doing now?"

"Nothing, just playing the zither for a while because I can't sleep. It's not against your military discipline, is it?"

Zi Teng placed the zither on the table and began to play with an air of importance.

"Boring elegance..."

Lan Hua turned to leave, but a strong wave of dizziness and drowsiness washed over her with the music. "What..."

She staggered, leaning against the wall, and then collapsed to the ground.

Zi Teng walked over; her even breathing indicated that the woman was fast asleep. "Hehe... the Xuanmen's Fragrant Bewitching Melody. Even a top-tier expert would fall asleep for two hours if caught off guard. But..."

He had actually used a Xuanmen zither melody for something like drugging and raping her. He wondered what his master would think...

Locking the door, he moved the unconscious Lan Hua to the bed. Zi Teng wasn't in a hurry; he had at least two hours to slowly punish this woman who was giving him a headache.

He carefully untied the straps binding the breastplate. He had no intention of undressing the woman before him completely. To avoid trouble later and prevent her from noticing anything amiss with her clothes when she woke up, it was wise to minimize any changes to her clothing and make it as easy to restore it to its current state.

Gently separating the breastplate, a white cotton bra appeared before him. Carefully pulling the bra down below her chest, a pair of not-too-large breasts were revealed, along with smooth, silky skin, a slender neck, and firm, elastic breasts. The two pink nipples were the size of cherries. Long, tightly closed eyelashes and a beautiful face—it was unexpected that this usually serious woman could be so beautiful when relaxed. Zi Teng couldn't help but swallow.

Zifeng climbed onto the bed, standing in front of her, his hands supporting her head so it was directly in front of his genitals. His erect penis stood before her. With one hand supporting her head, he gently parted her lips with the other, and with a soft "plop," his penis slid in. Her small mouth tightly enveloped it, leaving no gap.

"Mmm..."

Lanhua, still unconscious, made an uncomfortable sound.

Zifeng ignored her protests and began to thrust. Lanhua's cheeks rose and fell with his movements, her soft, moist tongue unconsciously wriggling at the tip of his penis, seemingly trying to expel the massive intruder. Zifeng felt that this unconscious resistance gave him more pleasure than conscious sucking.

He held Lanhua's head with both hands and continued thrusting, his enormous penis plunging deep into her throat. Saliva, no longer restrained by her teeth and lips, dripped from the corners of her mouth with each thrust, creating a truly lewd scene.

Zifeng didn't linger for long, soon withdrawing his penis. There were still many parts of this alluring body to enjoy, and he didn't want to waste his energy on just one.

He moved to Lanhua's lower body, lifting her short skirt to reveal white panties covering her mysterious area between her legs. Carefully pulling down the panties, a vibrant red was faintly visible beneath the brown pubic hair.

Zifeng gently teased the red labia with his fingers, and Lanhua's sensitive body trembled unconsciously.

"Really sensitive..."

he chuckled, gently squeezing his fingers into her honeyed opening, a little, then deeper... The muscles of her vaginal walls were tight and strong, but the mark of a virgin was still nowhere to be seen—it seemed the "old maid" he had spoken of was no longer a virgin.

Zifeng wasn't surprised at all. For a twenty-five-year-old woman to have climbed to this position, it was unimaginable without using some extraordinary methods.

No longer worried about leaving "evidence" due to a broken hymen, Zifeng was overjoyed. He had thought he could only use her mouth at most, but now it seemed... He

impatiently pressed his penis against the narrow entrance of her vagina, grabbed Lanhua's sexy thighs with both hands, took a deep breath, and thrust in most of it. The tight vaginal walls enveloped the invading giant, and Zifeng was amazed by the powerful pressure and elasticity. Even when he was still inside, he enjoyed it immensely.

After the first opening, the tight vagina was forced open. Although the friction was astonishing, it was somewhat movable. Zifeng had no intention of being gentle with this woman who always embarrassed him. He thrust forcefully, continuing to cultivate the muddy road. Each movement caused the unconscious Lanhua to groan unconsciously. His movements continued to speed up, and Lanhua's groans became more and more frequent. Clearly, even without consciousness, this woman's body still enjoyed being violated by him.

The intermittent moans of pleasure filled Zifeng with smugness. He continued his actions, feeling the woman's vagina grow hotter and tighter; he knew her climax was approaching. "How about it!... I told you I was going to fuck you..."

Zifeng said triumphantly, grabbing Lanhua's ponytail. The unconscious Lanhua couldn't answer him, only continuing her unconscious moans.

Suddenly, Lanhua's body trembled violently, her vagina becoming incredibly hot, the walls squeezing like a millstone.

Zifeng was startled; he hadn't expected this woman's vagina to be as firm and powerful as her body. The immense pressure and suction made him feel like he was about to lose control.

"Damn it!"

He abruptly pulled out his penis, and almost the instant it left her vagina, a gush of semen erupted, splattering her skirt and crotch.

Zi Teng sat down to one side, panting, trying to even out his breathing. He calculated the time and smiled—there was still plenty of time…

Chapter Three: “Mother and Child”

The morning in Xiling City was quiet and peaceful. A few early risers and merchants were scattered along the streets, and some diligent shopkeepers were opening their doors.

Soon, a post carriage entered the still deserted city, accompanied by a group of mounted attendants. The carriage window was slightly ajar, revealing a pair of sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

A servant came from the direction of the city, dismounted, and asked in a requesting tone, "Master, I have found out that Master and Madam are both at the manor. Could you please indicate where we should go? Should we go straight back to the manor?"

"Fool!"

the person in the carriage scolded, "This time we're not being summoned back to the manor. Entering so openly through the main gate would give them ammunition! Find a secluded place to settle down first, I'll go back myself."

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In the east wing of the Prince's manor, Zi Teng was at his desk drafting a memorial, sunlight streaming through the window onto his work. He finished writing, pressed ink, and looked back carefully, his work complete. "Just waiting for the court assembly..."

He looked up, but then seemed to remember something, a hint of worry appearing on his face. After a moment of contemplation, he rose and went out the door.

Zi Teng walked along the path until she reached the backyard. In an instant, it felt like entering a different world. White marble steps and walls, marble pillars and sculptures—just a few steps, a doorway, yet it seemed she had traveled from the East to the West.

This building, resembling a Western temple, was quite young compared to the two-hundred-year-old royal palace. It had been built eighteen years ago by Lin Xingchen to welcome his second wife.

Zi Teng climbed the steps and looked at the door between the marble pillars. Four female guards stood watch at the door, their Western-style tight leather armor revealing large expanses of skin. Although none of them were exceptionally beautiful, their attire was still pleasing to the eye.

Zi Teng stepped forward.

"Please inform Mother that your daughter, Zi Teng, requests an audience."

The guard went inside to announce her arrival, and shortly after, a young girl resembling a maid emerged.

"Young Master, please follow me."

Zi Teng followed her inside to a space that resembled a living room.

"Madam is currently bathing; please wait here, Young Master."

After the maid withdrew, Zi Teng sat down idly on a chair against the wall. Suddenly, a sound of stones scraping together came from behind. He felt everything around him spin, and the wall behind him, along with the chair he was sitting on, spun 180 degrees...

He was now in another room, or more precisely, a bathroom. The surface of the huge white jade bathtub was covered with flowers, and warm water flowed from the reliefs inlaid on the walls. The entire room was filled with steam, like a light veil floating in the air.

On the white jade couch beside the bathtub, his mother lay languidly, a half-naked maidservant applying ice to her back. Her snow-white skin was no less striking than the white stone beneath her...

"You've come..."

His mother slowly propped herself up, her bare upper body offered to Zi Teng's eyes without reservation. The Western culture of the continent was open-minded; even public baths allowed mixed-gender bathing. Although she had been married to a man in the East for over ten years, his mother's open-minded nature remained, which left Zi Teng unsure where to look.

“Sister Shera, I’m still a man, you…”

The woman’s full name was Lux Julius Izak, Shera was her Christian name. In the Central Continent, a country that worshipped the God of War, women were given a Christian name by the priest of the God of War upon reaching adulthood. Although this woman, who was not related to her by blood, had indeed raised her since childhood, Zifang never called her mother except in necessary public occasions.

“What’s wrong with that? You even bit me here when I was little…”

As if deliberately teasing her, Lux smiled and lifted her full breasts. “How about it? Not smaller than your junior sister’s, right?”

“What do you mean…”

Zifang suppressed the blood rushing to her head and pretended to be helpless, but her eyes never left those snow-white mounds of flesh… Indeed… compared to Crescent Moon’s, they were superior in size, shape, and skin luster…

Seeing Zifang’s inconsistent gaze and expression, Lux shook her head and whispered a few words to the maid beside her. The maid immediately got up and went to take off Zifang’s clothes. "Huh? What's this?"

Zi Teng panicked for a moment, but the maid's movements were so swift that before he could protest, he was already naked.

"What 'huh'? Standing here fully clothed, you'd be completely soaked when you left. Are you afraid people won't know you've been in my bathroom?"

Lux said irritably, seeing Zi Teng's evasive manner. "It's not like you've never been seen by a woman before. Why are you so nervous? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

"That's true... but speaking of which, why did you bring me here?"

Having said that, Zi Teng couldn't pretend to be shy anymore, so he simply sat down on the stone couch next to Lux. At the same time, he looked around at the walls. There were no doors or anything like that. Clearly, this bathroom was also a secret room. There was a faint blue light in the steam... it was a soundproof barrier... Seeing this, he seemed to understand.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Many people are too eager to know what we talked about. Although I live a carefree life in this courtyard, I'm well aware that many eyes are watching me day and night, especially after you came back."

"Hmph..."

Zi Teng knew exactly what she was talking about. If the current emperor has any outstanding abilities, it's probably his surveillance of officials and ministers, coupled with his elder brother who sees him as a thorn in his side…

“Even a prince's wife is like this, it's no wonder that the officials of my Xiling Prince's Mansion dare not meet easily.”

“The officials are much smarter than before. Even if two sit together, they have three minds. If three sit together, six kinds of trouble will arise. This is really not a sign of a prosperous age.”

“It's not just not a prosperous age, I think it's a sign of the downfall of the country.”

“You can't say such things lightly… You came so early in the morning, I'm sure you didn't come to complain like this, did you? I heard that the master has given you another difficult task?”

“This task isn't difficult for me… it's just… I…”

Zi Teng hesitated.

"You're just afraid that doing too well might backfire on me, right?"

Even though she wasn't his biological daughter, his mother could always see through his thoughts. "Your achievements over the years are obvious to everyone, including Qing Si and your eldest brother. Besides, the master is clearly on their side."

"Yes, after all, my eldest brother is his biological son. Putting aside everything else, just the fact that I was transferred back from the Northwest is basically a reduction of my military power. I'm not a big deal; Father relies on me in many areas, so they don't dare to touch me. But you..."

"You don't need to worry about that. Just do what you're supposed to do... I've already asked the master for permission to go to Feiyun City. It's connected to the Solan Canal, and most of the population are merchants from the west. We need someone familiar with the Western Continent to manage it... And... it's closer to Lisas where Yi Rou is."

"I'm sorry..."

Faced with her mother's frankness, Zi Teng felt even more guilty. He understood perfectly well that his mother's purpose in marrying into the country was to secure the privilege of importing large quantities of firearms and manufacturing technology from Yanhuang. This goal had been achieved more than a decade ago. If it weren't for providing him with a strong support when he was young, she could have returned home with her daughter long ago. Her years of compromise and humiliation had earned her his current status, but this rise in status only meant she had to endure more grievances…

“Don’t say anything more…”

A soft, smooth hand gently covered his mouth. “I know you’re not feeling well, but you have to endure it, just like me. Especially after I leave, you’ll have to face the storms here alone. Remember, retreat whenever possible. As long as you can protect yourself, I will always come back one day.”

“I understand…”

“Alright, let’s not talk about these sad topics anymore.”

Lux intentionally ended the heavy conversation and lay back down on the stone bed. “Help me with a back massage…”

Wisteria sat down to the side, grabbed a small handful of crushed ice, and gently rubbed it on her mother’s smooth, white back. “Mmm…”

The slightly cold stimulation made her let out a soft moan, and her body trembled slightly.

Before long, the ice melted, and Zifang's hand directly touched that patch of fair and delicate skin. "Sister Shera's skin is so beautiful, even more delicate than those young girls..."

he couldn't help but praise sincerely.

"Oh? Which young girls? Your junior sister, the maids in the palace, or my female guards?"

Lux lazily opened her eyes and asked unhurriedly.

"Better than them all... Ah... What?... Actually..."

This casual question caught Zi Teng off guard, causing her to blurt out the truth.

"Actually what? You think I don't know? You've ruined almost all the girls in the Prince's mansion, haven't you? But no wonder..."

She suddenly stood up and grabbed Zi Teng's already swollen penis, "It gets this big when it sees me, this wicked thing. Doesn't it pounce on other women immediately?"

She chuckled wickedly.

"Isn't this all your fault..." Zi Teng muttered softly. His already engorged penis

felt even more unbearable after being touched like that. If it weren't for a sliver of worldly ethics still holding onto him, perhaps he would have already pinned the woman in front of him down...

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Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in the sunlight. He looked up and saw a figure pacing outside the paper window…

Gongsun Shu was greatly suspicious. After a moment of contemplation, he immediately put down his pen, leaned back in his armchair, and pretended to be fast asleep. After a while, he even started snoring.

A short while later, two maids pushed open the door and stood on either side. A beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure entered. Xiang Qingsi, the youngest daughter of the current Grand Secretary Xiang Lang and the first wife of Prince Lin Xingchen of Xiling, looked at Gongsun Shu with some suspicion, hesitated for a moment, and then coughed.

Gongsun Shu feigned a startled awakening and hurriedly rose to bow, saying, "I was unaware of the Princess's arrival; I was so disrespectful... I am truly ashamed..."

"Hmph..."

Xiang Qingsi sneered, "Why is the strategist dozing off so early in the morning?"

"I'm old, my energy is failing... I feel sleepy as soon as I sit down..."

"The strategist was commanding troops against the enemy not long ago; how can you say you're old now?"

"Alas... I am actually a mediocre talent; mediocrity ages easily!"

Gongsun Shu sighed, then respectfully invited Xiang Qingsi to sit down.

Xiang Qingsi didn't refuse, and after taking her seat, she said, "Lord Gongsun, you are highly respected in my Xiling Prince's Mansion, having assisted two generations of princes. However, I must speak frankly, even if it offends you!"

Gongsun Shu cupped his hands and said, "Please speak freely, Your Highness."

"Fifteen years ago, the Prince's brother, the Liang Prince, formed a faction for personal gain, leading to a standoff between the north and south of my 300,000-strong army in the western border, ultimately resulting in a civil war, almost allowing the orcs to take advantage of the situation."

Xiang Qingsi paused for a moment, looked at Gongsun Shu, and seeing that he had no reaction, her tone became even colder, "But now, is there no new Liang Prince in my Xiling Prince's Mansion? Is there no one forming a faction for personal gain and plotting rebellion?"

"What do you mean by that, Your Highness..."

Gongsun Shu naturally knew what she wanted to say, but still pretended to be surprised and doubtful, "You know, I am just a mediocre person, cowardly and afraid of trouble, with no skills..."

"Stop pretending, Lord Gongsun! You're actually one of those Zifang faction members!"

Xiang Qingsi exposed him, saying, "Over the years, you've repeatedly flattered the Prince, helping him rise in status. You've formed cliques, excluded dissidents, and plotted to seize the position of heir apparent."

"Your Highness, please don't listen to slander!"

Gongsun Shu stood up agitatedly and argued, "Although I lack great talent, I was born into a prestigious family, respect sages, and serve the King. What I hate most are those who form cliques and pursue personal gain throughout history! Every word I've spoken to the Prince is for the stability of our western border and for the stability of our Chinese people!"

"Why is Lord Gongsun so agitated..."

Xiang Qingsi thought he had already given in and smiled, "How could I not know you are a loyal minister? Therefore, you naturally cannot stand by and watch my Xiling Prince's Mansion fall into internal strife again. So please consider the Crown Prince's well-being in the future..."

Finally, she got to the point... Gongsun Shu thought disdainfully, "So that's how it is. This old man understands. It seems it's not the Second Young Master who intends to form a faction, but rather the Princess and the Crown Prince."

"I have no intention of forming a faction, but I respect the rules of our ancestors, primogeniture, not merit! These founding rules have been written in the law for hundreds of years, yet many people seem to have forgotten them..."

Having been exposed so easily, Xiang Qingsi said unhappily, "Since the old strategist is so stubborn, further words are useless. Please take care of yourself!"...

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"Sigh..."

Looking at the scene before her, Lux sighed with disappointment. Not far ahead, a maid was using her body to quell the burning desire within Zifang, fueled by her presence. On Zifang's thrusting body, she didn't see the mark she had waited eighteen years for.

The blonde maid's hands gripped the edge of the bathtub, the towel that had covered her body long gone, leaving her completely naked. Her large breasts hung precariously, trembling with each thrust, her long, shapely legs spread wide. Behind her stood Zifang's robust body; one hand supported the woman's forward-leaning waist, the other gripped her hair, pulling her back forcefully. His powerful hips thrust repeatedly…

The maid's voluptuous body trembled, her full buttocks and breasts rippling with the rhythm of Zifang's thrusts, a rosy hue rising beneath her fair skin from orgasm. Her hair was being pulled, her face lifted helplessly, the intense stimulation leaving her eyes glazed and lost in thought. Her mouth was wide open, saliva uncontrollably drooling; she appeared to be screaming, yet no sound came out. Not only that, but this bizarre act of intercourse was completely silent to Lux.

"Ah..."

A groan escaped her lips, coming from one of the onlookers who couldn't help themselves. One hand reached down to caress her legs, while the other stretched forward, trying to find some support for her already unsteady body. In the end, an invisible wall became her support. She closed her eyes slightly, and the room was filled with her moans.

The transparent wall appeared as a mirror on the other side, and the completely soundproof wall meant that Wisteria had no idea what was happening next door. He simply continued to thrust forcefully... Long golden hair, a voluptuous body, snow-white skin—this maid, from behind, really resembled her mother... "Sister Shera..."

he murmured to himself.

"Wisteria..."

The mother on the other side of the wall was also calling out her adopted son's name. She withdrew the fingers that were inserted into her lower body and held them up to her eyes. The lewd fluid was sticky between her fingers; her fingers could no longer satisfy her. Staggering to a table, she opened a box containing a crystal that shimmered with an eerie pink light. It was the favorite of the resentful women of the Western Continent's palaces, a crystal that sealed away a shape-shifting lewd beast. For years, with her husbands impotent, she had relied on it to soothe her desires.

She took a strand of hair and placed it on the crystal, chanting the incantation to break the seal… The pink light expanded, gradually forming a human shape. This was the shape-shifting lewd beast's special ability; combined with the incantation and a part of a specific person's body, it could transform into that person's likeness.

The light finally dissipated, revealing a human form—Wisteria! Only more mature and robust, with a strange mark on its chest—a dragon's claw!

"Ugh…"

But a lewd beast is still a lewd beast; even in human form, it lacked human intelligence. It could only utter muffled growls. Seeing the naked, alluring female body before it, this creature, its nerves brimming with desire, gleamed with greedy red light in its eyes.

With a sudden lunge, the lewd beast slammed Lux's body against the transparent wall, lifting one leg with each hand and forcefully spreading them apart. He thrust his lower body forward, his penis shoving forcefully into her honeypot. "Ah..."

Lux screamed, her head thrown back, her whole body trembling.

"Roar!"

The pleasure of intercourse caused the beast to roar excitedly. This lowly creature had no concept of tenderness or compassion; it possessed only the most primal desires and instincts, and driven by these desires and instincts, it thrust wildly, its strong abdominal muscles slapping against Lux's lower abdomen with loud, rhythmic "slap, slap..."

sounds.

"Purple..." Lux

groaned. This brutal intercourse only excited her more, and she forcefully pressed the beast's head, which was pressed against her chest, into her breasts. "Why... don't you remember us back then..." On either

side of the transparent wall, a mother and child with no blood relation were using each other as substitutes in the intense intercourse... ********** ... "It seems I'll have to ask Father for help..." She slipped the letter into a hidden crevice and breathed a sigh of relief. Her confidant would soon deliver it to her father, who was far away in the capital. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind. "Who?" she exclaimed, startled but not afraid, for only her son, Lin Feng, and a few of her male lovers knew who was here. "What's wrong, Mother... don't I recognize you?" The man was none other than Lin Feng, the heir of the Prince of Xiling, the owner of the carriage that had entered the city that morning. He brazenly leaned forward to kiss his mother's lips, one hand already reaching inside her clothes to grasp and knead her breasts. "You little lecher... why did you decide to come back?" Xiang Qingsi didn't resist, instead blushing as she let her son do as he pleased. Xiang Qingsi had married Lin Xingchen, who was nearly twenty years her senior, at the age of fourteen, and gave birth to her son, Lin Feng, in less than two years. Now, she was only forty, the prime of her life. Lin Xingchen, however, was already old and exhausted, and with years of busy wars, the couple had not consummated their marriage for many years. This was naturally unbearable for her. But unfortunately, the backyard of the Prince's mansion was not open to other men, and driven by unbearable lust, she set her sights on the only man who could freely enter and leave this place—her own son. Over the years, she completely captivated Lin Feng with her mature and voluptuous body, her still-attractive appearance, and her skillful and lewd sexual techniques. The thrill of incest made the two of them deeply entangled. "I missed you..." Lin Feng's hand had already lifted his mother's skirt, and his hand reached between her legs, rubbing her sensitive and tender vulva through her panties. Xiang Qingsi quickly felt a hot penis pressing against her buttocks. Lin Feng lifted his mother's buttocks, pulled down the last obstacle, and thrust his waist forward, his penis entering her not-yet-fully-wet vagina. "Ah!" Xiang Qingsi cried out, her body trembling as she slumped limply onto the table in front of her, swaying weakly with her son's thrusts. Her underwear wasn't completely off, only pulled down to her knees, preventing her legs from opening wide. Her lower body tensed even more, and the lack of foreplay, combined with the pain mixed with pleasure, made her frown. "You little beast...why are you in such a hurry..." "Because I missed my mother so much..." Lin Feng replied breathlessly, thrusting even more violently. "Stop talking nonsense. Are you wondering why I didn't come back sooner? What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" "Nothing." "No? Then why did the guards accuse you of murder and falsely claiming credit?" "Ah?" Lin Feng's movements suddenly stopped, his body trembling, and in his terror, he ejaculated prematurely. Xiang Qingsi felt the thing thrusting inside her suddenly go limp. "Tell me, what happened?" She pulled down her underwear, wiping the semen seeping from her vulva, and asked. "This...this..." Lin Feng was like a deflated balloon. "Seeing that kid Zi Teng surpass me, I was just eager to make a name for myself, wasn't I?" "Fool!" Xiang Qingsi scolded, "Don't think that the emperor is far away. In this day and age, where in the army are there no hidden guards? Where aren't there ears on the walls? Your throne is hereditary. It doesn't matter if you don't have many merits, but if you make a big mistake, you might lose more than just your title!" "Then what should we do? Does the emperor know?" "If he knew, would you still be alright? Luckily, the guard commander on duty at the time was your maternal grandfather's student, and he suppressed this matter. You're lucky!" Xiang Qingsi said, gripping her son's penis tightly as if venting her anger. "Ah... Mother... you..." The fear vanished, and stimulated by his mother's tight grip, Lin Feng's penis hardened again. "But... that brat Zifeng, we can't let him be so arrogant forever." "We can't deal with him ourselves; we have to avoid suspicion. But don't worry, I've already written to your grandfather; he'll have a way to deal with that brat." " Mother, you're so thoughtful..." "Then shouldn't you thank your mother?" Xiang Qingsi said lewdly. Untying her skirt and clothes, her full breasts and wet vulva were immediately exposed, and Lin Feng immediately understood and pounced on her. Gasps... moans... three secret rooms, two pairs of mothers and sons , the same sounds. ********** ... But the other party could no longer hear her. The continuous orgasms had left the maid in a semi-conscious state, only able to utter intermittent, weak moans… Wisteria stretched out her hands, forcefully grasping the pair of plump breasts, using them as leverage to continue her high-frequency thrusting. The breasts constantly changed shape in her hands, the smooth back rubbing against his strong pectoral muscles without leaving a single gap… “Ah… God… how can he…” Lux was also immersed in the continuous orgasms, letting out a hazy exclamation, unsure whether it was due to the inexhaustible desire of the beast within her or the astonishing ability of Wisteria next door. “Roar!” The beast, however, had already approached its limit. Its body throbbed wildly, its penis pounding fiercely like a galloping wild horse, the powerful, rapid impacts causing Lux’s lower abdomen to ache. “Roar!” Finally, after another all-out thrust, the beast’s penis ejaculated hot liquid. At the last moment, it looked up and was astonished to find the human still effortlessly continuing his piston-like movements, even though the woman beneath him had become as limp as the one in its arms. "Roar!" With a sound tinged with disbelief, the defeated creature reluctantly transformed back into a crystal. "You child...you're really amazing..." Looking back at the still-fighting Wisteria, Lux collapsed to the ground, panting. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊"You child...you're really amazing..."

Lux was unaware that almost simultaneously, another woman in another secret room uttered the same exclamation. Xiang Qingsi wrapped her arms around her son's back, her legs wide open, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper.

"Mother... I'm going to fuck you to death..."

Lin Feng panted heavily, thrusting his body, his penis plunging deep inside. The intense pleasure made Xiang Qingsi's eyes glaze over; her legs, hooked around her son's waist, trembled weakly, and her contracting vaginal walls gushed forth copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm coming..."

Xiang Qingsi's alluring face was filled with lewd joy. "Again, keep going, let me cum a few more times... fuck me to death with your penis!"

His mother's lewd cries further stimulated Lin Feng; he thrust vigorously, his penis churning inside her vagina with a "plop plop" sound. He breathed excitedly, "Mother... your son is going to cum!"

He thrust wildly.

“Come on! Shoot all your semen into Mother’s womb… send the most precious part of Feng’er… into Mother’s belly…”

Xiang Qingsi cried out ecstatically.

“Ugh… ahhhhh!”

Lin Feng could no longer hold back. Grabbing his mother’s body, his penis violently ejaculated a large amount of semen into her contracting vagina. After ejaculating for several minutes, his penis slowly softened. “Mother

… your hole is amazing…”

he exclaimed breathlessly. “After I kill that bastard and become the King of Xiling… I will definitely… fuck you to death every day…”

Lin Feng said incoherently, unaware that the bastard he was talking about was also ejaculating his last bit of lust, just like himself.

********** ... At this moment, his equally mature body reminded him of the instant he ejaculated on his master. The lingering memory of breast sex made him abruptly pull out his penis, turn the semi-conscious woman in front of him over, forcefully grab her large breasts and clamp them around his somewhat numb penis, then thrust in and out a few more times. In an instant, semen covered the maid's face and chest... 11-20 Chapter Four Conspiracy Zi Teng was somewhat surprised as the guards led her to the platform outside the main hall of the palace. There were no large groups of officials there as usual during court assemblies, only two chairs arranged according to rank. Lin Xingchen was sitting in the chair of honor, while Gongsun Shu stood beside him. "Sit down..." Lin Xingchen said, gesturing for the guards to leave. "Father, what's going on today..." Zi Teng asked, sitting down in confusion. "I have already given the order to all officials that today's court assembly is canceled. Now it's just the two of us, father and son. The old strategist is practically a member of the Lin family, so we're all family, which makes it easier to talk. In the past two years, you've fought for my Xiling Royal Palace in twenty-eight battles, large and small, without a single defeat. A year ago, you even routed the Lion Clan, the most powerful of the orcs, disrupting the balance of power among the orc tribes and instigating a civil war among the orcs for more than half a year. You can truly be considered the ever-victorious general of my western frontier." "Your son dares not accept such praise," Zi Teng said. Although he was surprised that his father would suddenly praise him so highly, he knew that he needed to remain low-key and humble in such situations. "I believe that there are no ever-victorious generals in this world. Although I have won all the battles against the orcs in the past two years, if you look closely at each battle, the victory and defeat are roughly equal. It was only in some key battles that we won by chance, relying on the soldiers' desperate efforts." "Why be modest in front of your own people?" Lin Xingchen smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, let's not talk about these old things. This time, you said you were confident in repelling the orcs who entered the country. What makes you so confident?" "Although the orcs appear to be coming on strong and have a local numerical advantage, they are actually the weaker party. Due to the blockade by the other cities along the Xiling defense line, the orcs can only reach Ningyuan City by crossing the thousand-mile Gobi Desert. It is now late spring, and the Gobi climate is extremely hot and humid. The orc army has already exhausted its morale after a long march, which is a loss of timing. Similarly, due to the thousand-mile Gobi Desert, the orcs' supply lines are difficult to maintain, which is a loss of terrain. The orcs' internal war has just ended, and the Lion Clan sent this time is the one that lost power in the civil war, so their morale will inevitably be low, which is a loss of popular support. Timing, terrain, and popular support are the three essential elements for victory, and the orcs have lost all of them. Therefore, although my forces are insufficient this time, there is absolutely no problem in holding off the orcs until the main force of the Left and Right Dragon Guards arrives. As long as we win this battle, the orcs will not be able to invade again for half a year. After half a year, the Xiling defense line will be completed, and there will be nothing to worry about." "Good! Well said!" Lin Xingchen seemed very satisfied. "From this day forward, I hereby appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Xiling Road Army, concurrently the Grand Commander of Ningyuan, in charge of the four guards: the Left and Right Dragon Martial Guards, the Left and Right Tiger Might Guards, and grant you the authority to make decisions on the spot." "Your son obeys!" Zi Teng rose and cupped her hands in greeting. "Well, it's getting late. The Blood-Clad Guards escorting you are waiting at the city gate. Go."... "Sigh..." Watching Zi Teng's departing figure, Lin Xingchen sighed deeply. Humility, compassion, wisdom, decisiveness—he saw everything he wanted to see, but... now, he was in an even more difficult position... In the corridor of the Prince's mansion, Gongsun Shu walked alongside Zi Teng. Zi Teng appeared spirited, while Gongsun Shu walked with heavy steps. He said in a deep voice, "I congratulate you, Second Young Master. From today onwards, besides the Prince, you are the second most important person in the Xiling Prince's Mansion." "I dare not accept such a title," Zi Teng replied somewhat apprehensively. "The second most important person in the Prince's Mansion can only be you." "I am merely a servant before the Prince. The Second Young Master's position has already surpassed mine," Gongsun Shu said. "However... in the past, I was always the one being scolded by petty people. From now on, it will be the Second Young Master's turn to be scolded!" "If you want to do great things, how can you avoid being scolded by petty people? The more you do, the more scolding you will receive," Zi Teng replied with a smile. "In this light, the scolding of petty people can actually be seen as a form of affirmation." "It's good that the Second Young Master is prepared, but there's something even more important..." Gongsun Shu glanced at him and said slowly, "For an outsider, everything the Prince has given can be taken back with a single word, even if that person is only a half-outsider." Zi Teng's expression was no longer the same as before, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "Well... I experienced that a month ago. Didn't Father just issue an edict to take away my two military seals, the Left and Right Eagle Guards?" “But this time is different. Behind Ningyuan City lies a plain. If we make a mistake in this battle, there will be no more defensible terrain,” Gongsun Shu said. “Moreover, many people inside and outside the manor are hoping you will lose. If they give us a pretext, and the master wants to take back the marshal’s power, I’m afraid even your head won’t be spared!” Zi Teng looked uneasy and asked hesitantly, “Old strategist, did I say something wrong just now?” Gongsun Shu sighed and said, “Everything you said was correct, but there was one sentence. Although it wasn’t wrong, could it have been overstated?” Seeing Zi Teng’s questioning eyes, he continued, “It was that sentence, ‘Nothing to worry about anymore.’” Zi Teng was startled and remained silent. Gongsun Shu pressed on, asking again, “The master probably doesn’t suspect anything, but this old servant dares to raise a question for the master. May I ask, Second Young Master, can an immovable defensive line truly guarantee that our vast border is no longer worrisome?”

After a long silence, Zi Teng finally said, "I can't guarantee it... It's more of a trap than a defensive line. My intention is to eliminate the orcs' attack force in one fell swoop."

"Then, may I ask, Second Young Master, how can this defensive line cause the main force of the orcs to fall into a trap? Please give me the truth."

After thinking for a long time, Zi Teng said, "I left loopholes in the defensive line. That's all I can say for now..."

**********

In the distance, through a half-open window, Xiang Qingsi and Lin Feng silently watched Gongsun Shu send Zi Teng away. Xiang Qingsi frowned and gently closed the window.

"Just as Mother predicted, that old bastard has sided with Zifang!"

Lin Feng was furious. "I'll deal with him when I get the chance!"

"Enough!"

Xiang Qingsi interrupted his anger. "Now is not the time to act rashly. That old fellow is highly respected and relied upon by your father. You can't defeat him."

"But,"

Lin Feng said anxiously, "Right now, one of them is a powerful eunuch controlling the government, and the other is a marshal wielding military power. If this continues, what will we do once that kid's position is more secure?" " Hmph

!" Xiang Qingsi sneered.

"Don't worry, your father won't touch them, but the Emperor might ." ********** ... At the table in the room, a robust middle-aged man was eating. The lavish dishes on the table made it hard to believe this was prison food. The middle-aged man tilted his head back and drank a cup of wine. When he tried to pour more, he found the pot was empty. He shouted, "Warden! No more wine! Bring the big pot!" "Coming, coming..." A jailer-looking man quickly brought the wine pot. Seeing the man's leisurely appearance, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "I say, Prince Li, you're in prison, yet you can eat and sleep like this. Aren't you afraid at all?" "Afraid of what?" The middle-aged man simply poured himself another cup. "So what if they say I embezzled military funds? Those funds are for buying grain for disaster relief. The Emperor even rewarded me a month ago for my contributions to disaster relief. That Xiang fellow wants my life. The Emperor still has his reputation!" Although Prince Li seemed unconcerned, some people in the Eastern Palace of the Imperial City were worried for him. In the study of the Crown Prince's palace, a richly dressed young woman sat silently to one side. In front of her, a young man who looked a few years older than her paced back and forth anxiously. "Brother, stop pacing. This doesn't look like the behavior of a Crown Prince. There's no use in rushing things now," the young woman couldn't help but advise. “Qianyu, how can I not be anxious? Prince Li is my Junior Tutor. This case is clearly aimed at us by that Xiang family. Most of the ministers in the court are his protégés. Prince Li, an outsider, is actually our Long family's support. But now that this has happened, Father hasn't reacted at all!” “Father isn't that confused. I think he just feels that he can't turn against the Xiang family yet. After all, he's a veteran of three reigns, with immense power. It's not easy to touch him.” “Can't now? When will we have to wait? The year before last it was Prince Wu, last year it was Prince Liang, and this year it's Prince Saibei's turn. If we wait any longer, even if Father wants to deal with the Xiang family, I'm afraid we won't have the power.” “The situation isn't that bad. Prince Saibei is different from the two princes who were falsely accused of treason a couple of years ago. This matter could be big or small. As long as the two tutors from the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of War can handle it, there is hope.” ********** At this moment, in the council hall of the cabinet, the final review of the case of Prince Saibei Li Gan embezzling military funds was underway. The Grand Secretary, Xiang Lang, sat alone at a separate table in the hall, while the other department heads sat facing each other in two rows below. "Everyone has worked hard this past month, and the case of the Prince of the Northern Frontier is finally nearing its end. Everyone has read the draft memorial prepared by the Cabinet regarding his conviction." Xiang Lang looked at the first official in the left row, who appeared to be one of the older officials among the various ministries. The official badge in his hand read "Minister of Justice Cao Chun." "Minister Cao, I think your Ministry of Justice can submit the memorial to me for my imperial approval with just one more seal, right?" "Reporting to the Grand Secretary, the memorial was indeed handed to me by the young Grand Secretary yesterday," Cao Chun's voice was as low as Xiang Lang's, but lacked the commanding presence of Xiang Lang. "However, I verified the situation with Minister Zhang of the Ministry of War overnight and felt it was inappropriate, so I did not affix my seal." "What?" The first to react was Xiang Lang's second son, Minister of Personnel Xiang Qingwen. "The memorial that both the Cabinet and our Ministry of Personnel have affixed their seals to, and you two ministries of War and Justice still find it inappropriate?" Although his voice was lowered, it was still almost a shout. The hall, which had been quiet, was jolted awake by the low growl, the air thick with the echoes of the sound. Xiang Qingwen's eyes fixed on Cao Chun and the middle-aged cabinet minister beside him. The minister was none other than Zhang Taiyue, the current Minister of War. Seeing the minister's piercing gaze, he had no choice but to speak, pushing a pile of documents forward on his desk and clearing his throat. "Young Grand Secretary," he said, "Prince Li used military funds for disaster relief, which the Emperor tacitly approved. Our Ministry of War has detailed records of this matter. To use this to convict him is neither morally nor legally sound! Furthermore, the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice belong to our Yanhuang (Chinese nation), not 'our' Ministry of War and Ministry of Justice; the Ministry of Personnel and the Grand Secretariat also belong to our Yanhuang, not yours. If the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Justice are to comply with everything you say, then you might as well take on all the duties of those two ministries, and we wouldn't need to come here to discuss this matter." His voice was soft but imposing. In an instant, everyone's gaze tensed, turning to Xiang Qingwen and then to Xiang Lang. Xiang Qingwen had never expected things to turn out this way. He was initially taken aback by the other party's words, but quickly recovered and became even angrier: "One of you is the Minister of Justice, and the other is the Minister of War. What's wrong with you two holding these positions? The Ministry of Personnel and the Grand Secretariat are certainly not my Xiang family's offices, but the outcome of this case is a joint trial by all the departments of the Grand Secretariat! If you can't do it or don't want to do it, you can say so. Using the refusal to grant official seals to threaten the Grand Secretariat and delaying important matters of the court, do you know what the consequences will be!" "Hmph! It's nothing more than being dismissed from office." Unexpectedly, Zhang Taiyue was unyielding. "After reading the memorial you sent yesterday, Lord Cao and I have already had this idea. At worst, we can't do this job. Whoever you think is suitable can take it." "You!" Xiang Qingwen was enraged and raised his hand, as if to slam his fist on the table. "Qingwen!" Before he could react, Xiang Lang spoke first, "This is a cabinet meeting, not a street brawl!" "Father!" Xiang Qingwen's voice was somewhat aggrieved. "There's no father here. You and I are both officials of the Yanhuang. Lord Zhang, don't keep bringing up dismissal and removal from office. The scales of what should and shouldn't be weighed are in the Emperor's hands. I hope you understand that." Xiang Lang said in a deep voice, "Since the Ministries of War and Justice deem it inappropriate, then the matter of sentencing in this case will be discussed again on another day. That's all for today..." ********** ...

The father and son walked side by side, Xiang Qingwen's voice tinged with anxiety.

"What can we do? The case is ultimately the Ministry of Justice's responsibility. Without Cao Chun's approval, the crime can't be determined."

"Father, what can we do? The Emperor's birthday is coming up soon. If the Ministry of Justice continues to stubbornly resist, a general amnesty will be declared, and he'll be released regardless of guilt or innocence."

"Hmph, we'll see if that Li fellow lives long enough. In this capital, I can kill someone without the Ministry of Justice's approval."

Just then, a group of eunuchs approached, and the two immediately stopped talking.

"Grand Secretary Xiang, the Emperor summons you,"

the leading eunuch said.

Xiang Lang, led by a eunuch, quietly entered the Emperor's bedchamber. In the study, Emperor Shenwu Long Zhengtian held a book, but wasn't reading it, seemingly lost in thought. Xiang Lang entered and kowtowed: "Your Majesty summoned this humble subject, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Rise,"

Long Zhengtian gestured for the eunuch to leave, "I heard that a dispute almost broke out during the cabinet meeting today, what happened?"

"Your Majesty, it's still about the case of the Prince of Saibei. The Ministry of Justice felt something was amiss and returned the cabinet's memorial."

"Li Gan's case, I know, it's not a big deal. After all, he did it for disaster relief and earned me a lot of public support, there's no need to convict him, is there?"

"Your Majesty, this case is definitely not that simple,"

Xiang Lang quickly said, seeing that things were going wrong, "How much silver he took and how much grain he bought are all records from the Prince of Saibei's residence, they cannot be trusted lightly."

"Oh? Then give me some credible evidence. Do you have any?"

Long Zhengtian's tone suddenly turned stern, sending a chill down Xiang Lang's spine. "You don't have any, do you? He, the King of the Northern Frontier, has been a high-ranking official guarding the borders for generations. To convict him without solid evidence, are you implying that the northern borders of Yanhuang are too peaceful?"

"This old minister has absolutely no such intention..."

"Then release him as soon as possible."

Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Long Zhengtian directly ordered, "Remember, this release means he has to walk out breathing, not be carried out dead, understand?"

Long Zhengtian's last sentence, emphasized with even more emphasis, sent a chill down Xiang Lang's spine. He hurriedly replied, "Your subject obeys!"

"Furthermore, I have read your secret memorial concerning the west,"

Long Zhengtian continued. "Is it any of your business, as a mere regent, to concern yourself with the family affairs of a high-ranking official? You have quite the audacity!"

Xiang Lang trembled again and hurriedly bowed, replying, "Your Majesty, I am speaking what others dare not speak, with utmost loyalty... The calamity of the Liang King in the western frontier should serve as a warning to future generations. I believe that Zi Teng's abilities far surpass those of the Xiling King's heir. If this continues, internal strife is inevitable. I beg Your Majesty to make a wise decision as soon as possible."

Long Zhengtian said displeasedly, "What my old minister says has some merit. But everything Zi Teng has done, the merits he has made, and the talents he possesses have all contributed to the stability of our Yanhuang western frontier. Just because of this unfounded possibility, am I to punish him? How will the people of the world view me? Sometimes I am angry, but not at Zi Teng, but at your useless grandson. If he had any real ability, why would he be outshone by others in every way?"

"Your Majesty, I know you are in a difficult position, but this person cannot be allowed to go unpunished!"

Xiang Lang said, feigning pain. "Your Majesty, I risk my life to submit this memorial. This hereditary system is the foundation of our dynasty's continuation and cannot be shaken. No matter who it is, whether loyal or disloyal, as long as they are a subject, they cannot violate these ancestral rules. Otherwise, sooner or later, it will bring disaster to the country and to Your Majesty!"

Long Zhengtian was speechless, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then, in your opinion, how should this be dealt with?" "

This old minister requests Your Majesty to summon that wisteria to the capital and grant her an official position. This way, we can utilize her talents and prevent chaos in the western borderlands—a win-win situation..."

"Hmm...that makes some sense. I'll think about it some more. You may leave now." "

This old minister takes his leave..."

Xiang Lang wanted to turn and leave, only to find that he was covered in cold sweat, and his legs were trembling so much that he couldn't take a step.

"What's wrong?"

Long Zhengtian asked.

"No...nothing...this old minister's rheumatism flared up."

"Oh? Rheumatism doesn't always flare up in winter? Someone, help Lord Xiang out." Several eunuchs immediately

came over and helped Xiang Lang stagger out of the palace.

"Hmph!" Watching his disappearing figure

, Long Zhengtian gritted his teeth and said, " You ungrateful old man! " ********** ... "Hey, Sister Lanhua, you look terrible today." "Hmm..." Lanhua replied casually, "I don't know why, but I've felt off all morning." Ziteng turned his head and grinned, thinking to himself, "I tormented me for almost two hours last night, it would be a miracle if I was still feeling alright today." He deliberately slowed down, increasing the distance between himself and Lanhua. "Ah... Senior Brother, you..." Seeing that the distance was about right, Ziteng's hands started to wander again. His hand, which wasn't holding the reins, had already slipped under Yueya'er's skirt, reaching into the inside of her thigh. He could clearly feel the girl's thigh twitching slightly with his caresses. Ziteng's hand continued to move upwards into her panties. "Ah!" When his fingers touched the tender red bud at the entrance of her honey pot, the girl let out a gasp, not only because of the invading hand, but also because she felt her senior brother's hot and hard penis pressing against her buttocks through their pants. “Senior brother…” The girl’s sensitive body reacted immediately, and more and more fluid flowed from her honey hole, wetting not only Zifeng’s fingers but also her own panties. “Hiss…” A soft tearing sound came, and Yueya’er was startled, her body trembling. When she turned around, Zifeng had already taken out the torn panties and stuffed them into his arms. “They’re mine now…” he grinned wickedly. Then he carefully unzipped his pants, and his hot penis suddenly emerged, pressing against the girl’s smooth buttocks. “Senior brother is bad…” Yueya’er’s protests were still ineffective. Zifeng gently lifted her petite body slightly, then suddenly yanked the reins, and the warhorse leaped forward, his penis plunging in with lightning speed. “Ah!…” Yueya’er couldn’t help but cry out from the sudden and fierce “attack.” She quickly covered her mouth and looked around. Fortunately, the sound of the horse’s hooves masked her scream, and no one noticed.

The warhorse continued galloping, Zifang's hands gripping the reins and Yueya'er's skirt together concealing their joined bodies. He didn't need to move; the horse's rise and fall automatically propelled their genitals together in a friction-filled thrusting motion.

"Ugh... um..."

Yueya'er leaned forward, one hand clutching the horse's neck to avoid falling, the other reaching to her mouth, her teeth biting down on her sleeve, emitting only soft moans.

Surrounded by passing guards, Yueya'er was extremely nervous; her stiff body caused the walls of her vagina to contract more intensely than usual. Zifang's penis, stimulated by this, grew even thicker and harder, relentlessly pounding into the depths of the girl's body with each gallop, drawing out her vaginal fluids that flowed down, wetting the horse's mane.

The girl's buttocks slammed against Zifang's abdomen, and soon her vaginal walls began to contract and convulse strongly in waves, accompanied by a gush of vaginal fluid. "Senior... Senior Brother... Yueya'er... can't take it anymore..."

the girl pleaded.

“There’s no way to pull it out like this, it’s too dangerous…”

Zi Teng replied with feigned seriousness, “Just bear with it a little longer, we’re almost there.”

“How…how much longer…”

“Half an hour…”

“Huh?…” …

More than half an hour later, in the military camp below Ningyuan City, Yueya’er and Lanhua had already rested due to “journey fatigue” and “physical discomfort,” while Zi Teng sat high in the commander’s seat, reviewing the troops. Banners fluttered in the wind all around, and swords and spears stood in rows.

With a series of loud roars, the generals bowed in order: "Xue Boren, General of Xiaonanshan, pays respects to

the Young Marshal!" "Han Ziliang,

General of Shizipo, pays respects to the Young Marshal!"

"Shi Zhongyi, General of Xiaogucheng, pays respects to the Young Marshal!" "Liu Tiezhu, Cavalry Commander of Feiyunjian, pays respects to the Young Marshal!"

"Wu Junyi, Cavalry Commander of Balihe, pays respects to the Young Marshal!"

Ziteng scanned the generals, his gaze landing on an empty seat. He flipped through the documents and asked sternly, "Where is Wu Xiaojie, General of Shibaliduozi?"

"I have just taken office and he has not yet arrived. What is the reason?"

Seeing no one answer, Ziteng continued, "After finding out the reason, punish him strictly according to military law!"

"Reporting to the Young Marshal!"

Wu Junyi, Cavalry Commander of Balihe, hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My father saw that the orcs had not yet established a firm foothold and the camp was in chaos. Last night, he led his light cavalry to raid their granary. He should have returned by now. Please wait a little longer."

"Oh?"

Zi Teng scrutinized the general before her. He was clad in black armor, his face radiating heroism. "How many years has your father served in the army?"

"Ah? Three…almost thirty years…"

Wu Junyi hesitated for a moment, not expecting Zi Teng's question, before finally answering.

"Hmph…thirty years, he's practically an old general, yet he still treats the orcs like idiots. I think he's wasted those thirty years of fighting!" "

…"

Faced with Zi Teng's words, half accusatory and half sarcastic, Wu Junyi was both anxious and angry, unable to speak.

"Don't you understand? I mean, he probably won't be coming back." ********** ... He looked up and saw that the orc army had already blocked the valley entrance in the distance. He brandished his sword and roared, "Brothers, charge!" The remaining human cavalrymen spurred their horses toward the only escape route, shouting as they followed Wu Xiaojie in his breakout attempt. Horns sounded from the hillside, and countless javelins flew through the air, many cavalrymen falling from their horses. The orcs at the valley entrance also charged in, their immense strength wielding battle axes, hacking the leading human cavalrymen and their horses to pieces. Wu Xiaojie cut down several orcs in succession, but seeing more and more orcs closing in, he knew that a breakout was impossible. He led his men in a fighting retreat, retreating once again into the depths of the valley. A lieutenant approached him, anxiously asking, "General, what do we do?" Wu Xiaojie said somewhat helplessly, "Fortunately, we already sent someone back to report the danger. We're less than twenty li from Ningyuan. Let's hold our ground and wait for reinforcements..." ************ On the hillside, a figure silently watched the human cavalry trapped in the valley. It was a woman, or more precisely, a high-ranking female orc of the Lion Clan. Compared to their simple-minded counterparts charging down the mountain, high-ranking orcs possessed intelligence no less than that of humans. She had long, golden, mane-like hair, blue-purple pupils, scarlet lips, and mostly exposed wheat-colored skin. Her exaggeratedly curvaceous body exuded a wild allure. Her leather bra appeared unusually small due to her excessively full breasts, and she wore matching shorts and boots, her entire being radiating a wild beauty. A male orc of her own clan ran over and asked, "Miss, why aren't you continuing the attack?" "Tell me why they're not continuing their breakout attempt?" the female orc demanded. "Huh?" The male orc was taken aback. The female orc continued, "They're waiting for reinforcements! Ningyuan City is less than twenty li away. As soon as their reinforcements arrive, we'll launch a full-scale attack!" " What if they refuse to come out?" the male orc asked worriedly. "Force them out! Force them out! These humans in the east are very proud . We've already reached their doorstep, do you think they 'll just cower like turtles? You attack every now and then, killing a few dozen each time. Slowly wear them down and see if they send reinforcements!" ********** ... “Young Marshal, there are only a little over two thousand orcs. As long as…” The cavalryman, knowing that Zi Teng still had doubts, quickly said. Zi Teng repeated expressionlessly, “Understood. Step back and heal your wounds.” The cavalryman dared not say anything more and had no choice but to retreat. Zi Teng pondered as she looked at the map. Wu Junyi, already anxious and impatient, stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Young Marshal, the South Valley is less than twenty li from here. If we send an elite force to launch a surprise attack, we will surely achieve a great victory. I volunteer to go out of the city to fight the enemy!" "I know you are eager to save your father," Zi Teng shook her head, "but as I said, orcs are not idiots. Do you really believe there are only two thousand orcs there? I think they have set a trap for us." "Young Marshal!" Wu Junyi knelt down, tears streaming down his face, and said, "I know you value the greater good, but my father is fighting a bloody battle outside. If I stand by and watch him die, how can I face anyone in the future? How can I lead troops into battle? I am willing to die with my father!" "Alas..." Zi Teng couldn't help but sigh, "You are willing to die bravely, but I cannot let your five thousand soldiers be buried with you and your father."

"I will not bring any imperial troops, only a hundred soldiers from my own household!"

"A hundred men?"

Zi Teng was somewhat surprised. "Are you crazy?"

Wu Junyi said resolutely, "On the battlefield, you have to act like a madman to win. Besides, young marshal, think about it. You have just taken office, and the orcs have already come to our doorstep. If the entire army is a bunch of cowards, will the orcs still respect us? Won't the ministers in the rear gossip? I believe that even if we die, we must die with dignity! Although we will surely die on this mission, I guarantee that the orcs' casualties will be several times greater than ours!"

Zi Teng looked the officer who had defied him up and down. From his face, he saw the determination and courage to fight to the death. His face was solemn as he said, "Bring wine!"

A guard quickly brought a large bowl of wine. Zi Teng helped Wu Junyi, who was kneeling, to his feet and presented him with the wine. "Alright, consider this bowl of wine a farewell gift for this madman."

"Thank you, Young Marshal!"

Wu Junyi took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he smashed the bowl on the ground. "This subordinate is leaving!"

Zi Teng looked at his resolute back and sighed, "He is a fierce general, but unfortunately... he was too impulsive..."

"Young Marshal..."

General Xue Boren of Xiaonanshan stepped forward and said, "Since that's the case, why send him to his death?"

"To his death?"

Zi Teng laughed. "I only said that the orcs had an ambush. Did I say we wouldn't go to their rescue?"

"..."

The generals under his command were all puzzled. They looked at each other and then looked at Zi Teng.

"General Xue, have the men at the Xiaonanshan fort been evacuated? Have the cannons been fired?"

Zi Teng looked at the map again and asked.

"Most of the men have been evacuated, and the cannons are ready to fire, but they haven't been detonated yet. We're awaiting your command,"

Xue Boren replied.

"Can the cannons there reach South Valley?"

"With extra explosives, they might be able to, but the cannons will break after only a few shots."

"It doesn't matter, they're going to be detonated anyway. Immediately gather one hundred of the most skilled gunners and come with me."

********************

In the orcish camp near South Valley, a captured human cavalryman lay naked on a bed made of animal hides, his limbs bound to the corners by four ropes.

The cavalryman's face was filled with terror, yet his eyes seemed to be drawn to something, unblinking. His body trembled with fear, and his penis stood erect.

His gaze was fixed on a pair of enormous breasts, belonging to the female orc from the hillside.

"A bit small, but they're really hard,"

the female orc commented, grabbing the cavalryman's penis. "How about it? You want me, don't you?"

"..."

The cavalryman shook his head frantically.

"Stop pretending. Orcs or humans, men are all the same. No one who sees my body doesn't want to fuck me."

Saying this, she jumped onto the bed and took the cavalryman's penis into her honeypot. ...There was no scream, no moan, because the cavalryman's penis was too small for her vagina, which was accustomed to orc sizes; there was barely any contact.

"Humans are truly pathetic."

She gasped sharply, and the cavalryman cried out, a sound that was hard to tell if it was a cry of pain or a sigh of pleasure. With that gasp, the female orc's vagina actually contracted, instantly enveloping the cavalryman's penis.

“Come on! Useless human, I’ll fuck you to death!”

the female orc yelled, grabbing her enormous breasts and kneading them vigorously while violently thrusting her lower body up and down. “How’s it going? My cunt’s pretty good, isn’t it?”

“Ah…oh…”

the human prisoner groaned almost in agony, the intense friction of her tight flesh walls making him struggle in a vortex of pain and pleasure. Before long, his lower body went numb, his legs went weak, and his body writhed in agony. In just a few minutes, his body began to convulse, and a large amount of semen gushed out. “I…I’ve…come…”

he pleaded weakly.

“Only once, it’s still early.”

The female orc didn’t care at all, continuing her “up and down movement.” Her flesh walls contracted again, adapting to the size of his softened penis. Under such stimulation, his penis quickly became erect again, and his flesh walls relaxed.

Erection…relaxation…ejaculation…tightening…erection… The female orc's flesh walls adapted to the captive's penis, repeatedly making it erect and extracting semen. This

continued for several rounds, until the captive was deathly pale, barely breathing, only his penis still throbbing under the massage of the flesh walls.

“Ah…again…faster…almost there…”

The female orc seemed to be nearing climax as well, thrusting wildly. Suddenly, she let out a high-pitched scream, her body stiffening abruptly. The captive screamed in agony, blood seeping from their point of connection—the female orc's violent contractions during her climax had squeezed blood from his penis.

“Roar!”

The female orc roared again, more like a wild beast's howl, opening her mouth to bite down on the captive's throat. A scream rang out, blood splattering…

“Miss! Human reinforcements have arrived!” The

female orc, having finished dressing, was wiping the blood from her mouth when a subordinate entered to report.

"They're finally here!"

she exclaimed excitedly. "How many are there?"

"About a hundred..."

"A hundred?"

Her excitement turned to dejection. "Are you kidding me?"

She ran out of the tent to see for herself.

************

Wu Junyi led a hundred soldiers, shouting wildly as they charged into the encirclement, like ferocious beasts, relentlessly attacking the orcs blocking the valley entrance... It was the height of midday, and most of the orcs were resting. Caught off guard, they were on the verge of being overwhelmed. Wu Xiaojie, seeing his son leading the charge, was filled with renewed fighting spirit. He roared to his men, "Brothers, reinforcements are here! Charge!"

The surrounded cavalry also rushed out of the valley, fighting desperately against the orcs...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the battle raged, explosions rang out, sending the orcs to the southeast fleeing in terror.

"So there were only a hundred! It was a feint! The real reinforcements are over there!"

The female orc, spotting the incoming cannonballs, shouted, "All troops, follow me!"

"What about this side?"

one of her men asked.

"Fools!"

the female orc roared. "Are we going to lose the watermelon for a sesame seed?"

The two exhausted human cavalry squads were astonished to see the orcs abandon them. The Wu father and son exchanged bewildered glances, neither understanding why. But at least they had escaped death, so they gathered their remaining forces and retreated to their main camp.

************

Behind the makeshift fortifications of the Xiaonanshan artillery position, Zifeng gazed into the distance. Before him, a group of gunners were firing cannons in rapid succession. Watching the approaching orc army, he silently calculated the time. "Alright, retreat. Quickly!"

Upon receiving the order, the gunners quickly dropped what they were doing, mounted their horses, and rode away with

the wisteria. A few minutes later, the orcs bravely charged onto the gun emplacement.

"Miss, there's no one here..."

her subordinate reported to the female orc, somewhat puzzled.

"How is that possible?"

she wondered as well. Could it be that such dense artillery fire was from ghosts?

"Crack!"

A strange sound rang out. She turned her head and saw an orc seemingly step on something. Then, a torch was inexplicably tossed into the air and flew towards a pile of wooden barrels.

"Gunpowder?"

she exclaimed in surprise, leaping off the gun emplacement. In that instant, a massive explosion almost shaved off half of Xiaonanshan Mountain...

The Wu father and son, covered in blood, returned to their camp below the city. Wu Junyi helped his severely wounded father stagger towards the marshal's tent. The lively atmosphere of the previous general's assembly was gone. Two blood-clad guards stood watch at the tent's entrance.

"Please inform the young marshal that the guilty general Wu Xiaojie has come to plead guilty,"

Wu Xiaojie said, still panting.

"General Wu, the young marshal has ordered that if you have arrived, please return to heal your wounds first. He is not seeing you for the time being,"

a guard replied.

"What? Is the young marshal resting?"

Wu Xiaojie asked.

"No."

"Then are you discussing military matters?"

"No." "

Then why won't he see me? Even if I, Wu, am a guilty man, please give me a punishment so I can die knowing why!"

Wu Xiaojie was a veteran general, and although his rank in the army was not high, he had considerable prestige. He felt that Zifang was putting on airs and refusing to see a guilty general, and he was also somewhat dissatisfied with Zifang for not sending reinforcements, so he became agitated.

"General Wu, please watch your words!"

The guard, however, knew the situation. He was naturally angry that his young master was being criticized, and his tone was sharp. "How do you think you were able to return? With just your son's hundred men? It was the young marshal who personally led the men to attract the main force of the orcs. He's not refusing to see you, he's just not back yet!"

"Ah..."

The Wu father and son trembled simultaneously, unable to speak.

"Young marshal, return to camp!"

Just then, a guard outside shouted.

Two squads of guards, clad in blood-red armor and wielding swords at their waists, strode over and stood in two rows facing the tent, hands on their swords, exuding an imposing aura. Surrounded by the general and guards, Zi Teng walked between the two rows of guards.

"General Xue, how are things going with what I instructed before I left?"

Zi Teng asked Xue Boren beside her as they walked.

"The army's craftsmen have all been assembled, and skilled craftsmen from the civilian laborers have also been conscripted,"

Xue Boren replied. "But I wonder what the young marshal wants to build?"

"Heavy siege towers, the kind that can mount cannons on top. Have them build them overnight, the more the better."

"Young marshal... these are for orcs, right? What are we building these for?"

"You'll find out when the time comes."

"Thump!"

As Zi Teng approached, the Wu father and son knelt before him simultaneously. "General Wu Xiaojie, a guilty general, has come to beg forgiveness from the young marshal!"

"Disobeying military orders, engaging in battle without authorization, suffering heavy losses, and returning in defeat..."

Zi Teng seemed not to see them, silently walking past them, seemingly talking to himself, "According to military law, what is this crime?"

"Death penalty!"

Wu Xiaojie said with shame.

"Young marshal, although my father violated military orders, leading to the defeat, considering his valiant fighting, I beg the young marshal to have mercy and allow my father to atone for his crime with meritorious service!"

Wu Junyi kowtowed and pleaded.

"We beg the young marshal for mercy,"

several generals pleaded.

"That's a capital offense..."

Zi Teng seemed to ignore their pleas, coldly stating, "However... at this moment, for a soldier, the only way to die is on the battlefield."

With that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

"..."

The Wu father and son knelt there, stunned, something flickering in their eyes...

Zi Teng walked straight past the tents, where the unfinished Ningyuan City wall stood before them. Banners fluttered and colorful flags waved outside the gate, where officials of various ranks from the city garrison lined up on either side.

A bugle call sounded from the distant camp. "Finally..."

the city garrison commander said, and the officials who had been waiting for half a day breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the words were spoken, two Blood-Clad Guards rushed from the approaching group, heading straight for the officials who came to greet them. "The Grand Marshal of the Xiling Road Army, the Grand Commander of Ningyuan, has arrived!"

The city garrison and his officials knelt down in unison. "This humble official, Zhang Huan, the garrison commander of Ningyuan, along with his officers, respectfully welcomes the young marshal!"

The two groups of Blood-Clad Guards lined up along the roadside, and Zi Teng, along with a group of generals, quickly stepped forward to help the garrison commander up. "Lord Zhang , please rise."

Zhang Huan stood up and said, "Thank you, young marshal."

Zi Teng then said to the officials behind him, "Please rise, everyone."

The crowd shouted, "Thank you, young marshal!"

Zhang Huan led Zi Teng into the city and introduced his subordinates one by one. The group entered the garrison commander's residence, where the marshal's headquarters were set up. Zhang Huan smiled broadly and said, "Young Marshal, this place is a bit small, but there's nothing we can do about it. Ningyuan City is still under construction, and the conditions are rather basic."

"It's very good, very good..."

Zi Teng smiled and said, "Your Excellency has just taken office and is already offering his own house to me. I'm quite uneasy about that."

"It's good that the Young Marshal doesn't mind..."

Zhang Huan breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "This humble official has prepared a small banquet. I hope the Young Marshal will do me the honor of attending tonight."...

In the study of the Xiang family mansion in the capital, Xiang Lang leaned back in his armchair, somewhat lost in thought. The sudden turn of events that afternoon made him feel that he couldn't quite grasp the Emperor's intentions.

"What do you mean, 'fear of chaos in the Northwest'? That's alarmist talk!"

Xiang Qingwen paced back and forth like a caged beast. "The Emperor is simply protecting the Crown Prince. Everyone knows the relationship between the Crown Prince and Li Gan."

"There's no such thing as protecting someone..."

Xiang Lang remained unmoved, his eyes already fixed on his son. "When discussing people and matters, we must put ourselves in their shoes. The Emperor is also human. As a father, it's normal for anyone to act this way from his perspective. Besides, Li Gan's crime is indeed far-fetched."

"This situation is different from previous years,"

he continued. "Although Li Gan is a prince from another clan, he is not comparable to the likes of the Prince of Liang. To put it bluntly, he is the Crown Prince's man. With that in mind, things become difficult. After all, he has the Crown Prince behind him, and the Crown Prince has the Emperor behind him. This time, we made a mistake. For the future of the Xiang family, we can no longer act recklessly." "

But reducing the power of the princes to replenish the national treasury to support the war in the Southeast is a secret decree of the Emperor."

"That depends on the situation. The importance of the Northern King to the Yanhuang people is obvious. The Emperor's meaning is clear: the war in the southeast must be fought, but the Northern Frontier cannot be allowed to fall into chaos."

"Father!"

Xiang Qingwen grew anxious. "Are we going to stop just because we need to avoid the Crown Prince's name? I'm the one who orchestrated so many shady dealings in this whole affair. What if Li Gan turns on us and we stop now? Let me be frank with you, everyone else has a way out, but your son doesn't!"

"Shut up!"

Xiang Lang slammed his fist on the table. "If you keep pushing this through, not only will you have no way out, but our entire Xiang family will be doomed. Don't forget whose son the Crown Prince is!"

Xiang Qingwen was taken aback and wanted to say something, but was stopped by a civil official who had been silent all along.

"Sigh..."

Xiang Lang sighed deeply. His son's impetuousness made him even more uneasy. "I'm eighty-one... I hope I can die peacefully..."

Xiang Qingwen and the official left the study together. The official was none other than Luo Wenlong, one of Xiang Lang's students and the Minister of Revenue.

"Wenlong, why didn't you let me try to persuade Father again?"

"The old man has already said those things, there's no point in trying to persuade him anymore. But don't worry, Grand Secretary. Although it seems we won't be able to kill Li Gan this time, we can make sure his family can never recover."

"How so?"

"The Emperor ordered you to release him, but he only issued a secret decree and didn't say when. So we can just stall. The Hu people aren't stupid; they'll definitely take the opportunity to invade. But Li Gan's military tally is still in the Ministry of War. If we don't release him, the tally can't be sent back to the north. Then, whether his family mobilizes troops without authorization or remains inactive and loses cities and territories, we'll have a way to deal with them."

In

the Imperial Study of the palace, Long Zhengtian was absentmindedly flipping through memorials when a figure flashed past outside the beaded curtain. The guards and eunuchs on duty ignored it, but he immediately knew who it was. "Qianyu, is it? Come in."

Indeed, apart from the princess he had specifically granted permission for, no one else could freely enter and leave this place without announcing their arrival.

"Greetings, Father..."

Long Qianyu, dressed in palace attire, entered and gracefully bowed, her every smile and gesture exuding both allure and royal dignity. "You are burdened with state affairs; you should rest more."

"It's only afternoon; what's there to rest for?"

Long Zhengtian chuckled. "There's no need for beating around the bush when there are no outsiders. You want to ask about Li Gan, don't you?"

"Father is wise." "

Your brother is impulsive in matters of state. Cao and Zhang, though loyal, are too straightforward. You've had to mediate between them all these years; it must have been quite a burden for you. You reassure them that I know who can and cannot be harmed. As for Xiang Lang, he's probably senile; this time, he's actually putting me in a difficult position."

"No one dares to put Father in a difficult position,"

Long Qianyu said. "I think Grand Secretary Xiang is caught in the middle, torn between the Crown Prince and his own son. Besides, it was your idea to abolish the feudal lords to replenish the national treasury."

"Yes, thinking back on all these years of abolishing the feudal lords, he has suffered enough, bearing so much infamy for me,"

Long Zhengtian said in a deep voice. "But this time is different. The Yanhuang cannot be without the Northern Frontier for a day, and the Northern Frontier cannot be without Li Gan for a day. Last time, because Li Yong was wronged, the Northern Frontier army was already full of complaints. Now, not only do we need him to defend against the Hu people, but we can also rely on him to control this Li family's troops. Therefore, we absolutely cannot punish him, much less remove him from his position as king."

"Now the national treasury is empty, and the officials in those wealthy regions are almost all protégés of the Xiang family. In order to support the war in the southeast, we must rely on Xiang Qingwen and his people to get money. I can only tolerate them using this opportunity to eliminate dissidents for now. I will accept that eight parts of the money they bring back go to the national treasury and two parts go to them. But if they are still not satisfied and cannot even tolerate a loyal Northern Frontier king, then I'm afraid I will have to stop them."

Zhang Taiyue came quickly from the Crown Prince's residence in the Eastern Palace.

"Is the cabinet meeting over?"

The Crown Prince stood up and asked urgently.

Zhang Taiyue replied, "Everything is predetermined; we can only drag it out."

"Sigh..."

The Crown Prince was somewhat angry, but even more so helpless. "What about you? You should at least say something before arguing!"

Zhang Taiyue lowered her head, speechless.

"Where is Master Cao?"

The Crown Prince then realized that Cao Chun hadn't come along.

"Lord Cao returned to the Ministry of Justice first, wanting to see if there were any other solutions."

"Couldn't we find a way to bypass the Grand Secretariat?"

The Crown Prince looked at Zhang Taiyue.

Zhang Taiyue fell silent again, also looking deeply back at the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince suddenly realized that his question was completely unnecessary. He waved his hand and sighed, "Only Father Emperor has that right."

"Your Highness..."

Zhang Taiyue was silent for a moment, finally saying, "To say something you might not like to hear, even if we could release him, we wouldn't release Prince Li now." The Crown Prince

was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"Instead,"

Zhang Taiyue said, enunciating each word clearly, "let the barbarians invade!"

"What?"

The Crown Prince could hardly believe his ears. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"At this point, we must make our intentions clear to Your Highness. We are thinking of taking this opportunity to let the Hu people invade and create chaos in the north. The reason the Xiang faction is currently in power is because the country is generally at peace, and His Majesty needs them. But once war breaks out, His Majesty will need to rely on loyal border guards like the King of the North and the King of Xiling. These kings are already dissatisfied with the Xiang faction, and His Majesty will inevitably weaken the Xiang family's power to appease them. At that time, the balance of power will shift, and our Qingliu faction will have a much better chance of success."

This was truly a wake-up call! The Crown Prince's face flushed slightly at these words. He stood there for a long time, seemingly recovering, and after pondering for a while, he nodded and said, "It is indeed a great strategy, but unfortunately, it will bring suffering to the people of the northern frontier."

"Your Highness, sometimes, to cure a festering wound, we have no choice but to endure the pain. For now, let the people suffer a little longer. As long as we can overthrow the Xiang Party, I believe the people will understand us."

At this point, Zhang Taiyue's gaze clearly caught something at the doorway, and she fell silent, lowering her head. "Your Highness."

Long Qianyu walked in, her face still as gentle as a spring breeze, but now her eyes showed solemnity. "I would like to ask Master Zhang, how many sons does Father Emperor have?"

"..."

Zhang Taiyue and Cao Chun, who was not present at this time, both held a certain respect for this princess, knowing that although she was a woman, she often thought big and had exceptional insight. Seeing her behavior and hearing her questions, they knew she was about to say something surprising, and they all looked up at her, unsure how to answer.

"Qianyu, aren't you just asking a question you already know the answer to?"

the Crown Prince answered for him. "Father has ten children, but I'm the only son, aren't I?"

"That's right,"

Long Qianyu said. "I heard what you were saying. Although it's a grand strategy, it's impossible. The general trend dictates that some things can't be accomplished overnight, but one thing must never be forgotten—the fate of our Yanhuang empire. Brother, you are the Crown Prince. For this reason, we must think long-term and leave you a peaceful and prosperous world with the support of the people."

"Brother, you will inherit the throne. All the people of Yanhuang are your subjects, including the soldiers and civilians of the northern frontier. How can a ruler stand idly by while his people suffer?"

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