Wang Cong'er's Breastfeeding Diary

That noon, the simpleton went to serve in the army, and someone came again. Wang Cong'er gripped his short sword tightly, listening intently from below.
Unlike the Qing soldiers who had broken in before, the visitor was quite polite, knocking a few times on the door: "Is Old Man Shi in?"
Old Man Shi answered from his bed: "It's unlocked, come in."
Through the crack, Wang Cong'er saw that there was only one person, a man around twenty years old dressed in Qing soldier's uniform.
"Who are you?" Judging from Old Man Shi's tone, he didn't seem to recognize him.
"I'm a friend from the simpleton's camp, my surname is Yang. I'm bringing some rice to your house." The man carried in a bag of things.
"I see, did the simpleton ask you to bring this?"
The young man put down the rice bag and said, "No, I didn't tell him, afraid he wouldn't accept it."
"But what's going on?" Old Man Shi asked curiously.
“It hurts to talk about this,” the young man sighed. “Yan Gu, the sworn sister of Sha’er, once asked me to help her brother find a job, so I let Sha’er become a bodyguard for Lord De.” He continued, “I wanted to live up to his sister’s expectations, but then something happened at the garrison, and he was punished and demoted to a menial job in the camp. The work was hard, and the pay was meager. I’ve seen him these past few days hoarding the biscuits he’s received, and he’s become even thinner. I couldn’t bear it and wanted to help him out, but the boy is stubborn. So I secretly brought this bag of rice, as a way of giving his sister some closure.”
“It’s rare for Sha’er to have a friend like you,” Old Man Shi said gratefully. “I just don’t know when he took a sworn sister?”
“You didn’t know? His sister…” The young man couldn’t bear to say more and said, “I have other matters to attend to in the army, and I have to go back.”
Old Man Shi couldn’t persuade him to stay and thanked him profusely before taking his leave.
Wang Cong’er heard everything clearly and was deeply moved. The young man seemed to have some affection for Cui'er, but like Old Man Shi, he was unaware of her dual identities. Cui'er kept it a secret from both sides, enduring countless humiliations and hardships.
She also remembered that her simple-minded son had been bringing her food these past few days, but when asked, he said he had eaten his fill outside; it turned out he was simply reluctant to eat.
That evening, when her simple-minded son returned and saw the bag of rice, he wanted to carry it back: "Father, I owe Brother Yang too many favors; I can't accept this rice!"
Old Man Shi called him closer: "Simple-minded son, I know you have backbone. But your sister-in-law is gone now, and many burdens rest on your shoulders. Let's get through this hardship, and we'll repay their kindness many times over in the future."
Wiping away his tears, the simple- minded
son finally put the rice down. That night, Wang Cong'er tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She sat up fully clothed, thought it over and over, and finally lifted the lid and left the cellar.
Under the moonlight, Old Man Shi and her simple-minded son slept soundly on the kang (heated brick bed). The simpleton bit his fingers, his stomach rumbling, and murmured in his sleep, "Father, Sister Cong'er, I'm not hungry, you should eat quickly..."
Wang Cong'er stood at the head of the kang (heated brick bed), feeling distressed. She tightly closed her eyes, her brows furrowed. This expression was something she only showed when making important decisions during military campaigns. After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes, gently shook the simpleton, and whispered in his ear, "Simpleton, wake up."
The simpleton, half-opening his eyes, mumbled, "Sister Cong'er, what is it?"
Wang Cong'er pointed to Old Man Shi, who was fast asleep beside her, and made a shushing gesture: "Come with me."
Then she pulled the simpleton down into the cellar, quietly closed the lid, and lit an oil lamp.
The simpleton, half-asleep, scratched the back of his head and asked, "Sister Cong'er, what's so important in the middle of the night?"
"Simpleton, are you hungry?" Wang Cong'er asked, touching his stomach.
"What are you saying? I'm full..." The simpleton chuckled, trying to push her hand away.
Wang Cong'er ignored him, staring into his eyes and saying, "Tell Sister Cong'er the truth, and Sister Cong'er will give you something good to eat."
The simpleton was stunned, already pulled into Wang Cong'er's arms, smelling a faint, exotic fragrance, and was momentarily speechless.
Wang Cong'er hugged him tighter, softly asking, "Want to eat?"
The simpleton didn't understand what she meant, only blankly saying, "Want to eat..."
Wang Cong'er pursed her lips slightly, pulled the simpleton to sit on the kang (heated brick bed), and reached to unbutton her clothes.
The simpleton's face flushed red, trembling as she said, "Sister Cong'er, what are you doing?"
Wang Cong'er slowly said as she undressed, "Sister Cong'er has something good hidden in my clothes."
"Really?" The simpleton was skeptical, then hesitated, "But my sister-in-law said that men and women can't do good things after taking off their clothes."
Cui'er had suffered a lot of bullying in the army, so she said this. The simple-minded boy was young and naive, so he naturally believed his sister-in-law's words.
"Your sister-in-law is talking about wicked people; good people are different," Wang Cong'er said, having already unbuttoned her top, revealing a pair of high, firm breasts.
The simple-minded boy, seeing these full breasts so close, so clearly illuminated by the lamplight, couldn't help but swallow, speechless.
"Last time you touched my chest, did you see it was wet here?" Wang Cong'er asked, her face slightly flushed.
"They say it's called milking, but I don't really understand," the simple-minded boy replied, his eyes fixed on her. Hearing him
mention the pack of hungry wolves guarding the area, Wang Cong'er, though displeased, didn't deny it. She lowered her head and stroked her breasts, saying, "What they say isn't wrong. I do have some milk. You've had your mother's milk, haven't you?"
The simple-minded boy replied blankly, "I think I have, but I can't remember."
Wang Cong'er pinched her bright red nipples with her fingers, and immediately, a milky white, fragrant liquid gushed out.
"Want some?"
The simpleton's mouth watered, and he nodded hastily, though he stubbornly insisted, "But I'm not a child anymore. I heard only children can eat this..."
"Aren't you a child?" Wang Cong'er giggled, puffing out her chest.
The simpleton was starving and couldn't resist this blatant temptation. He buried his head in Wang Cong'er's arms.
Those two white, fleshy mounds were quite beautiful, round and smooth. The simpleton pinched them with his little hands; they were bouncy and he couldn't help but touch and knead them, their fullness trembling and constantly changing shape. He then licked his tongue all over the snow-white skin, making Wang Cong'er tremble with ticklishness. She couldn't help but flick him on the head and say, "If you keep messing around, I won't let you eat!"
The simpleton then behaved himself, cupping Wang Cong'er's heavy right breast in his hands, frowning as he carefully pressed the tip of his tongue against the bright red nipple. He could smell the fragrance of the milk, but he didn't know what it tasted like, whether it was sweet or bitter. Is it sour or spicy?
A sweet taste reached his tongue, and the simpleton relaxed. He pursed his lips, slowly enveloping the red cherry, taking a small sip, and swallowing it gently.
His brows slowly unfurled, and his eyes lit up.
"Sister Cong'er, it's really delicious!" the simpleton said, looking up at Wang Cong'er with a smile.
Wang Cong'er stroked his head tenderly and said, "Eat more if you like it."
The simpleton seemed to have been hit on the head by a pie falling from the sky, his eyes narrowing into slits. He responded with a couple of "eh eh" sounds, then buried his head in Wang Cong'er's nipple and began sucking on it without restraint.
The cherry was soft and smooth, with a pleasant texture, but it soon hardened, becoming hot and scalding, even the syrup inside was piping hot, yet still very delicious.
The simpleton, hungry, wolfed down his food, his mouth moving rapidly as he continuously sucked Wang Cong'er's milk like a pump. His suction was strong, the flow fast, and he even used his teeth to press on the small nipple and areola, determined to squeeze out more nectar.
Wang Cong'er cried out in pain, "Don't bite! Eat slower, don't choke!"
But the simpleton wouldn't listen, completely absorbed in his sweet dream. He not only sucked with his mouth but also squeezed and grasped with both hands, leaving red claw marks all over Wang Cong'er's snow-white breasts. Only when he had squeezed every last drop from her right breast did he stop, spitting out a bright red cherry. Seeing his 'masterpiece' on Wang Cong'er's ample bosom, the simpleton scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Sister Cong'er, I'm sorry, does it hurt? Your milk is so delicious, I..."
Wang Cong'er frowned and winked, "You little devil! Couldn't you have been a little gentler?"
"Okay, okay..." the simpleton quickly agreed, already shifting his gaze to her other breast, smacking his lips and saying, "Sister Cong'er, I'm still not full."
"You little rascal!" Wang Cong'er said irritably, then thought about why she was arguing with a child, and couldn't help but laugh, "Fine, eat if you want, but I'm tired of sitting, so I'll lie down for a while."
With that, she lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), propping her rosy cheeks up with her hand. The simpleton followed suit, lying down beside her and resting his head in the crook of her arm.

"Sister Cong'er, your arms are so soft and warm, just like, just like my mother," the simpleton said dreamily, lying in Wang Cong'er's arms.
“Nonsense, didn’t you say you couldn’t remember your mother?” Wang Cong’er’s cheeks flushed red.
“Anyway, anyway, that’s how it should feel.” The simpleton couldn’t explain it either.
“I’m only ten years older than you, how could I be your mother?” Wang Cong’er suddenly thought of her child who died before birth.
The simpleton suddenly hugged her waist and playfully giggled, “Mother, I want to nurse.”
Wang Cong’er glared at him and scolded, “Don’t be silly, you shameless boy.” The
simpleton then became more serious, cupping her breasts and saying, “Sister Cong’er, then I’ll start.”
Wang Cong’er nodded slightly, rested her cheeks on the back of her hands, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased.
The simpleton was no longer as hungry as before, and slowly sucked on Wang Cong’er’s nipple. He gently licked the soft yet firm cherry-like nipple with his tongue, his sucking light and almost imperceptible, letting the milk flow slowly in his mouth like a clear spring, savoring the tempting taste. He then casually stroked her smooth, white breasts, making Wang Cong'er feel as if he were teasing her.
After a while, Wang Cong'er couldn't hold back any longer, opened her eyes, and complained, "Why are you eating so slowly? Do you want me to stay up all night with you?"
As soon as she said this, Wang Cong'er realized it was inappropriate and bit her lower lip in embarrassment.
The simpleton didn't notice, but kept his head down, suckling at her breast, and hesitated, saying, "But Sister Cong'er's milk is really delicious. I can't bear to part with it. If I finish it, where will I find it again?"
Seeing him say this so seriously, Wang Cong'er was both amused and exasperated, saying, "You silly boy, you're really that silly! A woman's milk will come back after a while. Otherwise, what will you use to feed the child?"
Upon hearing this, the simpleton immediately perked up and asked anxiously, "How long will it take?"
Wang Cong'er straightened her hair and pondered. She said, "Everyone's constitution is different, there's no fixed rule for this. My milk supply is quite plentiful, it comes out about every hour."
The simpleton was overjoyed, tightly wrapping his arms around her slender waist and coaxing, "Then Sister Cong'er, let me have some next time."
Wang Cong'er was dizzy from his shaking, and pried his hands away, saying, "You're as sticky as a piece of candy, fine, I'll agree."
The simpleton then let go and continued to suckle, saying, "You said it yourself."
After feeding the simpleton for a while, Wang Cong'er felt a little hot. When she was imprisoned, every time Delengtai nursed her, there was a sexual encounter. Although it wasn't voluntary, after a while, the feeling had been etched into her heart like a carving on a rock. Now, as the simpleton suckled her breasts, her lower body was already wet. Although she tried her best to restrain herself, her legs unconsciously wrapped around the simpleton's legs, constantly rubbing against him.
In a daze, the simpleton felt a comfortable sensation coming from his lower body, as Wang Cong'er's waist and legs were pressed against him and wriggling. He felt a vague urge, freeing one hand from his caress of Wang Cong'er's breasts to reach for her shapely buttocks. The touch was soft and comfortable, even more elastic than her full breasts. He began to knead them through her pants. After
a while, the simpleton suddenly felt his lower body swell, uncomfortablely stretched in his pants. Instinctively, he rubbed the bulge between Wang Cong'er's legs, as if that could relieve the swelling and pain, but it only made it swell more, as if something inside needed to be released.
Wang Cong'er had already noticed, but didn't know how to point it out, so she groaned softly a few times, "Silly boy, silly boy."
The simpleton had already sucked eight or nine tenths of the milk, and reluctantly used the tip of his tongue to push Wang Cong'er's nipple into his mouth. The crystal-clear, bright red cherry was connected to his lips by strands of saliva, still dripping sweet milky white. The simpleton looked up, frowned, and said to Wang Cong'er, "Sister Cong'er, I don't know why, but my lower body feels uncomfortable."
Wang Cong'er's cheeks flushed: "Haven't you ever had this before?"
"Never." The simpleton shook his head, then suddenly seemed to realize something and said anxiously, "Could it be that I can't drink milk, and it's all flowing down there and causing a blockage? What should I do, what should I do?"
Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, Wang Cong'er frowned, bit her lip, and comforted him, "Don't worry, let Sister Cong'er take a look."
The simpleton quickly took off his pants, revealing a silver spear.
Wang Cong'er saw that his penis was pink and tender, the skin still intact. It wasn't as thick and bright as Delengtai's, but it stood erect and vigorous. She touched it with her hand, and it was indeed unusually firm. She said shyly, "Just bear with it a little longer, sit on the kang (heated brick bed), and Sister Cong'er will help you suck out the pus." The
simpleton nodded repeatedly, leaned against the cellar wall, and sat on the kang with his legs apart.
Wang Cong'er knelt between his legs, bent down and took his penis into her mouth, licking it with her tongue; the taste wasn't too strong. She slowly parted the foreskin with her tongue, revealing the glans. Then she tightly enveloped his penis with her lips and tongue, pushing it deep into her throat.
The simpleton saw her slender waist and broad back, her figure incredibly beautiful. He couldn't resist stroking her delicate, white skin, feeling the warm touch on his fingertips.
Wang Cong'er trembled, but her mouth continued its work, her beautiful head rising and falling.
The simpleton cried out, "Sister Cong'er, it's still swollen down there, but it feels so good... Oh, it feels like something's about to come out!"
Hearing this, Wang Cong'er tried to release her mouth to let him ejaculate. But the simpleton suddenly grabbed her head tightly, pressing it between her thighs. Unable to break free, the penis deep in her throat suddenly twitched a few times, and with a "plop," hot semen gushed out, filling her mouth with a fishy taste, almost suffocating her. After
ejaculating,
the simpleton let out a long sigh and relaxed. Taking advantage of this, Wang Cong'er broke free from his grip, hurriedly leaning to the edge of the bed, and vomited a large amount of semen onto the floor, even spitting some out of her nostrils. Then, tears welled in her eyes, and she coughed several times.
The simpleton was startled by her actions and quickly came over to support her waist, patting her back gently a few times, saying in alarm, "Sister Cong'er, are you alright? I was so comfortable just now..."
Wang Cong'er waved her hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and slowly catching her breath before saying, "It's nothing."
The simpleton was slightly relieved, looking down to see his lower body had returned to normal, and happily said, "Thanks to Sister Cong'er, I'm fine now."
Wang Cong'er smiled bitterly, "That's good..."
Suddenly, the simpleton cried out, "Sister Cong'er, something's wrong!"
Wang Cong'er asked curiously, "What's wrong now?"
The simpleton pointed to her lower body and said, "Look, all my pus has been sucked down there, and your pants are soaked."
Wang Cong'er was at her wit's end and could only blush and say, "Don't worry about it, it's not your fault."
"How can it not be my fault? I must have dragged you into this." The simpleton's voice was trembling with tears. "I'll go find a doctor to see you first thing tomorrow morning."
Wang Cong'er quickly pulled him away and said, "Don't do anything rash, this isn't an illness."
"I don't believe you, don't lie to me." The simpleton shook his head and reached out to undo her belt. "Then you have to let me see."
Wang Cong'er was very anxious and quickly grabbed his hand, speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain. After a while of stalemate, she said helplessly, "Fine, if you want to see, then see. But I'll do it myself, don't touch me."
As she spoke, she slowly took off her coat, trousers, and underpants. The simpleton opened his eyes wide, afraid of missing something.

The simpleton pressed his face close to Wang Cong'er's crotch, blurting out something that nearly drove her to despair: "Oh my god, Cong'er, you don't have a penis!"
Wang Cong'er glared at him helplessly: "You're driving me crazy! There's a difference between men and women, women don't have that thing."
The simpleton nodded: "I see, it really is different."
He saw a tuft of soft hair on the pink mound, with a clear spring flowing from a small slit in the middle, smelling an indescribable faint fragrance. Curious, he reached his hand towards the slit.
Seeing him touch her, Wang Cong'er quickly stopped him, saying: "What are you doing?"
The simpleton, unable to move his hands, didn't reply, but instead buried his head between her two jade legs, licking and sucking her moist crevice.
Wang Cong'er was both ashamed and shocked, a tingling sensation spreading through her lower body. She wanted to push the simpleton away, but was also reluctant.
The simpleton took advantage of the situation, hugging her two snow-white thighs tightly, licking Wang Cong'er until she moaned incessantly. The fragrant liquid had a slightly salty taste, and although it wasn't as delicious as her breast milk, the simpleton still swallowed it all. The more he licked, the wetter it became, as if it would never dry.
After licking for a while, he suddenly heard Wang Cong'er cry out several times, and then a torrent of fluid gushed out from below, filling his mouth. Worried that something had happened to Wang Cong'er, he released her and got up to check on her.
Wang Cong'er was lying on the kang (heated brick bed), her eyes unfocused, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
The simpleton shook her, saying, "Sister Cong'er, don't scare me. I've already sucked the pus out for you."
Wang Cong'er glanced at him sideways, her voice barely audible, "You almost killed me."
The simpleton breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she could speak, but then pointed to his genitals, saying, "Sister Cong'er, look, I've sucked all the pus back here."
Wang Cong'er propped herself up and saw that his penis was hard and erect again. She covered her forehead in a headache, thinking to herself, "How can this silly boy have so much energy?" Now, aroused, she spoke even bolder, "You should sit on the kang (heated brick bed). Sister Cong'er has another way."
The simpleton, worried that she would suck the pus out for him again, hesitated for a long time before sitting on the kang, watching her warily.
Wang Cong'er parted his vulva with her soft hands and said, "Put that stick here and drain the pus, and it will be fine. But you can't tell anyone about this, not even your father, otherwise it won't work."
The simpleton asked doubtfully, "Won't it infect you again?"
Wang Cong'er smiled and said, "Of course not."
The simpleton said happily, "That's good, but I don't know if Sister Cong'er can accommodate my long stick."
Wang Cong'er had already straddled him, grabbed his penis with one hand and snorted, "What's so special about your little stick? Even if it were bigger, I would swallow it."
After saying that, she pressed his glans against his vulva, gritted her teeth, bent her legs and sat down, plunging her entire penis inside.
The simpleton exclaimed how good it felt, his upper body swayed back and forth a couple of times, and he hugged Wang Cong'er's slender waist tightly, burying his head between her deep cleavage.
Wang Cong'er wiped the sweat from her forehead and said softly, "Are you alright?"
The simpleton slowly raised his head, panting, "Sister Cong'er, it's so tight inside, it feels so good, I feel like something's about to come out."
"It'll be fine once it comes out," Wang Cong'er said, her cheeks flushed, lifting her snowy buttocks slightly. "Try moving it up and down."
The simpleton exerted force, thrusting his penis in and out of Wang Cong'er's vagina. His penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, sending waves of pleasure through him. He cried out, "Sister Cong'er, I'm so happy!"
Wang Cong'er panted heavily, twisting her waist to meet the simpleton's movements.
The thrusting became stronger and faster, the inside burning hot as if it were about to ignite. Wang Cong'er was overflowing with desire, each thrust squeezing out a lot of vaginal fluid, which flowed down her buttocks and the simpleton's penis, wetting the bed.
The simpleton hugged her even tighter, and Wang Cong'er's breasts heaved violently, slapping against his shoulders and splashing a lot of milk onto his back. Seeing this, the simpleton sighed in regret, then turned his head left and right, alternating between suckling at her breasts.
Wang Cong'er couldn't help but moan, thrusting her chest forward and forcefully shoving her breasts into the simpleton's mouth, which he accepted without hesitation.
The simpleton squeezed a lot of fluid from both of Wang Cong'er's breasts, and then, unable to hold back any longer, cried out, "Sister Cong'er, I'm coming!" and thrust his penis deep into her vagina, returning the favor with a large gush of hot semen.
Wang Cong'er cried out a few times and collapsed onto him.
The simpleton was suckling at one of her breasts, his entire face pressed against the overwhelming fullness, almost suffocating him. Fortunately, Wang Cong'er sat up in time, narrowly escaping death, but he thought that even if he died like this, he would be content.
Wang Cong'er wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, realizing that her lower body was still being penetrated by a hard object. She was stunned for a moment and said, "You've already ejaculated twice, how come you're still so hard?"
The silly boy blushed and said, "I don't know why, but it seems like I can't go soft inside you, Sister Cong'er. Please help me again
, Sister Cong'er." Wang Cong'er was tightly wrapped around his slender waist and couldn't get up, so she had no choice but to go all the way and see it through.
Although this silly boy was just a child and not as experienced as the likes of Delengtai and Mingliang, he was young and energetic, ejaculating one after another without getting tired, which made up for his inability to last long.
The two made love all night, and besides the oral sex, they also went to bed five times using positions such as Guanyin sitting on a lotus. When the silly boy could no longer ejaculate, Wang Cong'er had lost count of how many times she had come, her lower abdomen swollen with thick semen filling her uterus.
Wang Cong'er lovingly cupped the silly boy's face, panting, "I underestimated you, silly boy, you're so vigorous!"
The silly boy chuckled, "Doing this with Sister Cong'er is so enjoyable, shall we do it again later?"
Wang Cong'er was taken aback, her face turning cold. She put on her clothes and said, "I only intended to give you some breast milk to relieve your hunger, I never expected it to go this far, this is ultimately inappropriate."
The silly boy hesitated for a moment, then tugged at her sleeve, "What's inappropriate about it? Sister Cong'er is happy too, isn't she?"
Wang Cong'er blushed, "Don't talk nonsense, you can only do this with the girl you like."
The silly boy quickly said, "But I like you, Sister Cong'er, I liked you at first sight."
Wang Cong'er opened her mouth in surprise, stared at him for a long time, gritted her teeth and pushed him away, saying, "Pretend you didn't hear that. I can't stay here long. In a few days I will go to find the followers to discuss the anti-Qing plan again, to avenge your sister-in-law and all those who sacrificed themselves."
Hearing her mention her sister-in-law, the simpleton reluctantly stopped what he was doing, his face darkening.
Wang Cong'er turned her face away, avoiding his burning gaze, and said, "I know it was already difficult for your sister-in-law to support the family when she was alive. Now, with another mouth to feed, how will you make a living on your own? It's just that the old thief has been searching so hard these days that I can't show my face
in public. Otherwise, I could go into the mountains to hunt some game. Fortunately, I haven't forgotten my needlework. I'll knit some tomorrow, and you can ask someone to take it to exchange for some food." Seeing that she was deliberately avoiding him, the simpleton had no choice but to agree. Urged by Wang Cong'er, he left the dark room and went back to his room to sleep alone.
The next day, Wang Cong'er found the needle and thread that Cui'er had left behind and did some needlework. The simpleton asked a childhood sweetheart named Xiu'e from next door to take it to the market and exchange it for some money and food.
However, when the simpleton later asked Wang Cong'er for that pleasure again, he was repeatedly politely refused. His beloved was so close, yet he suffered from lovesickness, falling ill within half a month. Even in his delirium, he mumbled for Wang Cong'er. The white-clad heroine, unable to bear it any longer, fed him her milk while he slept, and then gave herself to him.
After that, whenever the simple-minded boy wanted her, Wang Cong'er never refused, only keeping it a secret from Old Man Shi. She thought that if he married another woman one day, he would no longer think of her; if he wanted her now, she would let him have her, as a way of repaying a debt of gratitude. Meanwhile,
Delengtai searched desperately for Wang Cong'er without success, and the large army stationed there was a waste of money and supplies—a futile endeavor. The imperial decree arrived, and he dared not disobey, so he had to lead his troops elsewhere to suppress bandits. Although he suspected Wang Cong'er might have fled to another place, he still left soldiers in the area to search for her, and the simple-minded boy took the opportunity to stay.
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since Wang Cong'er escaped the clutches of the bandits. The situation outside had eased considerably, and he began to plan his departure.
But her period was late these past few days, causing her unease. She lingered for a few more days, but her anxiety only intensified. She frequently vomited and craved sour foods. Having been pregnant once before, she knew the child was undoubtedly the son of the simpleton.
Wang Cong'er's mind was in turmoil.
When she lost her first child, she endured a life of hardship and displacement. Later, the army doctor examined her and said that her health couldn't be improved and she would never have another child. At that time, she gave up hope. So when the simpleton wanted to have children, she gave in without hesitation, only to give birth to the child. If she left now, would she abandon this unborn child? She had finally found a child, how could she bear to part with it? But if she kept it, where would she go in the future? How could she drag the child along to fight against the Qing and seek revenge? In

the fourteenth year of Jiaqing's reign, the chill of winter in Beijing had not yet dissipated. Icicles hung from the eaves of the courtyard, concealing the empty nests left by migrating birds.
A table stood before the residence of the Third-Class Duke of Delengtai. A servant, his hands tucked into his cotton sleeves, huddled in a ball, shivering. The small stove beside the table offered little protection from the biting cold.
Suddenly, the table was struck several
times with force. The servant hesitated, then looked up. The newcomer was a woman in her early twenties, with fair skin, dressed in a dark cheongsam, and quite attractive.
The servant exhaled a puff of warm breath in the cold wind: "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for work," the woman replied in a Beijing accent, pointing to a notice on the wall behind the servant.
The servant, noticing her large feet resembling those of a Manchu and her pampered demeanor, asked suspiciously, "Judging by your attire, you don't seem like someone seeking this kind of work."
The woman in black sighed, "Young man, don't laugh. If my family hadn't fallen on hard times, I wouldn't be doing this."
The servant glanced at her chest; it was plump and full, seemingly quite attractive. He licked his dry lips and said, "Wait here while I go and inform them."
With that, he turned and went into the mansion to fetch the steward. Outside, however, stood another woman in white.
The steward hesitated, "Which of these two is here…?"
The woman in black quickly replied, "I am!"
The woman in white beside him said unhurriedly, "Me too."
"How strange, two of them at once." The steward glanced at the woman in black, then at the woman in white. She was tall and slender, with full breasts and a somewhat spirited air about her, appearing to be in her twenties or thirties, though he couldn't quite place it. He frowned, staring at her face, and said, "Why are you covering your face with a silk scarf?"
The woman in white bowed slightly, "This humble woman is not beautiful and fears she might frighten your esteemed household. I suppose this job doesn't depend on looks, so I've dared to cover my face to ask for a living."
Seeing that she knew some manners, the steward nodded and said, "Alright, you two come with me. But whether or not you're hired is up to the old master, not me."
"Of course." The two nodded and hurriedly followed him inside.
Delengtai, clutching a tattered red undergarment, was dozing off on a long bench in the back room. Hearing the steward's call from outside, he quickly stuffed the undergarment into his clothes before responding.
The steward led the two women in and reported, "Old master, two more people have come today seeking the position of wet nurse."
Delengtai squinted and said, "I know. What kind of scum did you bring in the last few times? Humph, you can leave now."
The steward quickly kept the two women, closed the door, and left.
Delengtai slowly sat up, glanced at the two women, and said, "I'll say it first: if you want to be my grandson's wet nurses, you'll have to get my approval first."
The woman in black said, "Of course, I've had plenty of milk since giving birth; it'll definitely be enough to feed the young master."
Delengtai beckoned to her, "Come closer."
The woman hurriedly stepped forward, afraid someone else would steal the job.
Delengtai stood up and reached out to unbutton her cheongsam. The woman tried to dodge in fright, but he stopped her at the waist, staring at her chest, and said, "If you want to take this job, let me test if your milk tastes good enough."
The woman in black had no choice but to comply with Delengtai.
Delengtai loosened her clothes, pulled a slightly sagging breast from her bodice, and bent down to suckle the dark purple nipple. After a few sucks, he frowned, spat out the nipple, and said, "Your milk is plentiful, but the taste isn't very good. It's not good enough to feed my grandson. Seeing that you've come all this way, I'll have the steward take you to the accounting office to get some silver and leave."
The woman wanted to argue, but Delengtai impatiently waved her away.
The woman in white had been watching quietly from the side the whole time, without uttering a sound until the woman in black left dejectedly.
"You are somewhat different from others. Since you're here, I can't spoil your fun. I'll try your taste." Delengtai circled her, put one arm around her shoulder, and touched the bulge in her white dress with the other. With a flick of his fingers, he deftly unbuttoned her clothes, and the woman didn't resist.
"Oh, your white bodice is quite exquisitely embroidered," Delengtai praised. "If you can't become a wet nurse, with this skill you could be a sewing maid in my household."
"You jest, sir. I had a bodice that was so beautifully embroidered that a thief stole it," the woman said, a cold smile playing on her lips beneath her veil, though her eyes remained impassive.
"Hmm, your voice sounds somewhat familiar," Delengtai paused, then, as he lifted the white bodice, half of her full breast was revealed, delicate and rounded, quite beautiful. The alluring crimson at the tip drew him in like a whirlpool, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, quickly bringing his lips to hers.
A sweet, milky taste seemed to unlock a long-sealed door in his mind, and dormant memories slowly surfaced.
The woman in white leaned on his shoulder, her expression indifferent as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted one of her long, slender legs, her delicate hand sliding down to her boot, slowly and quietly drawing a silver-sheathed short sword.
...
Delengtai's funeral was rather hasty; even when the Emperor wanted to personally officiate, the Delengtai family politely declined the honor.
In a private room of a restaurant in the capital, Mingliang sat at a table, stroking his beard.
Opposite him sat the Delengtai steward, dressed in white mourning clothes, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
There was no food or wine on the table, only two large silver ingots.
The steward forced a smile: "Lord Ming, my master has instructed that the matter of the old master cannot be spoken of carelessly."
Mingliang casually tapped the corner of the table: "I don't want you to speak carelessly, I want you to tell the truth. I have been an old friend of your master for many years; even if your master knew, he wouldn't punish you."
"This, Lord Ming, you see, everyone in the capital knows that you and my master have been mortal enemies for over ten years. Aren't you putting me in a difficult position?" the steward said with a forced smile.
"I said 'old friend'." Mingliang took out another large silver ingot and played with it, emphasizing the words "old friend."
“Yes, he’s an old friend.” The steward’s gaze followed Yuanbao’s heavy thud onto the table. “But Lord Ming, please don’t tell anyone what I’m about to say.”
“Of course.” Mingliang leaned back in his chair, waiting for the steward to speak.
“That day, two women came to the manor, saying they wanted to be wet nurses. They went into the old master’s room, and soon one of them came out, crying and asking me to take her to collect her hard-earned money… This is the manor’s custom; if they don’t need her, they give her a little money to get rid of her. So it seems that only the woman in white and the old master were left in the room. It’s strange, though; no one was seen leaving the manor that day, but afterwards, we couldn’t find her anywhere. The old master’s death was horribly gruesome; he had been stabbed countless times, and his tongue and genitals were cut off…” The steward shuddered as he recalled the scene. "Some say it's a female ghost seeking revenge, others say the old master was murdered by a courtesan. The master forbade anyone to discuss it, and dared not report it to the authorities, fearing it would damage his reputation. So he had a hasty burial."
Mingliang asked suspiciously, "Who was that woman in white?"
The steward replied, "I couldn't see her clearly. She covered her face with a silk scarf, saying she was afraid of frightening people. She wasn't short, about the same height as my old master, dressed in white and wearing long boots, with bright eyes. I'd estimate she was in her twenties or thirties."
Mingliang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be her?

At an inn on the outskirts of the capital, the innkeeper was dozing against a table. Seeing a woman in white enter, he hurriedly greeted her, "Sir, you're finally back!"
The woman said calmly, "What is it? Is something the matter?"
"Someone asked me about you today." The innkeeper, as usual, served her tea.
"Oh?" The woman responded, holding the tea, seemingly unconcerned.
The innkeeper, seeing her beauty, was eager to strike up a conversation. Even though she didn't ask, he spoke up: "The guy who asked about you was a naive young man in his early twenties, with a child of about ten years old. They seemed quite close; I don't know if they were brothers or father and son. He came in and asked me about someone, and his description somewhat resembles yours, sir..."
The woman's teacup trembled, but thankfully she didn't spill any tea.
Seeing this, the innkeeper asked suspiciously, "Could he be an acquaintance of yours, sir?"
The woman didn't answer him, put down her teacup, and stood up: "Innkeeper, please settle my bill."
The innkeeper hurriedly said, "Sir, are you in such a hurry to leave? Why not stay a few more days? I'll give you a discount..."
With a whoosh, the woman pulled out a short sword from somewhere and held it to his neck: "Do what you need to do, and stop arguing!"
The innkeeper, seeing the silver gleam on the blade, trembled with fear and said, "Alright, alright, I'll go settle it right away."
The woman packed her valuables and left the inn, but after only a few steps, she was blocked in her path.
The two who arrived were indeed the people the shopkeeper had mentioned.
"Sister Cong'er, I've searched so hard for you!" the young man said, his lips trembling.
"You finally found me..." the woman in white smiled bitterly, her delicate brows furrowed with a mixture of arrogance and sorrow—it was Wang Cong'er. "Didn't I leave a note telling you not to look for me anymore? Why did you chase me all the way to the capital, even bringing Chang'er with you?"
The little boy cried out "Mother!" and rushed forward, hugging her legs tightly, bursting into heart-wrenching sobs.
"Chang'er, Chang'er..." Wang Cong'er's heart softened. She knelt down and hugged him, wiping the hot tears from his face.
The young man knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Wang Cong'er.
Wang Cong'er quickly pulled him back: "Silly boy, what are you doing?"
The young man had grown much stronger, but he was indeed a simpleton. He didn't get up and continued to kowtow: "I know that the old thief Delengtai was killed by Sister Cong'er. These three kowtows are my way of thanking you for your great kindness on behalf of my sister-in-law."
"Get up and talk," Wang Cong'er helped him up. “Why are you speaking so formally? Cui’er and I are like sisters. You saved my life back then. If I were to express my gratitude…”
“One thing at a time. Although I couldn’t avenge my sister-in-law myself, I would be just as grateful if Cong’er had done so.” The simpleton waved his hand, then said with heartache, “How can I be at ease letting you risk your life alone?”
Wang Cong’er’s eyes reddened as she said, “Back then, I wasn’t a virgin. It was only because Old Man Shi was enlightened that we had ten years of marriage. I couldn’t bear to abandon my parents and young child, so I stayed until my father passed away and Chang’er grew up. But I carry too many deep-seated hatreds. How can I be a wife and mother? Xiu’e next door is virtuous and gentle. She has always been kind to you. She’s a daughter from a good family. Why don’t you divorce me and marry her, and live a peaceful life?”
“No matter how good she is to me, I only want Cong’er. Chang’er only recognizes you as his mother.” The simpleton hugged her tightly. “I know my martial arts are weak and I can’t be of much help, but even if our family dies together, it’s better than being separated by death and left with only sorrow.”
“I would find you a burden.” Wang Cong’er rested her head on his shoulder and stroked his broad back, saying, “It’s just that revenge is extremely dangerous, a matter of life and death. I can’t bear to implicate you and Chang’er.”
“Then how can you bear to let us lose our loved ones?” The silly boy kissed her jade cheek. “Sister Cong’er knows what’s going on, there’s no need to deceive yourself. The White Lotus Sect’s power is not what it used to be, and there is no hope of overthrowing the Qing. No matter how many Qing demons you kill, it’s just settling a personal grudge, which will not help the overall situation. Why risk your life?”
Chang’er also took her hand: “Mother, don’t abandon me.”
In the end, love between children makes heroes weak. Wang Cong’er looked up and down, and after a long while sighed: “Alright, give me three more days. If I can’t avenge them, I will go back with you.”
Ever since hearing the steward’s words, Mingliang had been worried. The mansion was heavily guarded, more so than the imperial palace, so strict that not even a fly could freely enter or leave.
That night, a bamboo basket flew in with a note attached, addressed to "The old thief Mingliang."
Mingliang, of course, dared not open it himself. He stood at a distance and ordered a servant to open it. Inside, a foul stench filled the air, revealing half a human tongue and a human whip. Mingliang fainted on the spot and fell seriously ill upon waking.
Wang Cong'er waited anxiously for three days, but ultimately failed to find an opportunity to strike. He had no choice but to keep his promise and return home with the simpleton.
That day, a southbound carriage sped along the path, kicking up clouds of dust.
Wang Cong'er leaned lazily against the window, lifting the curtain and asking, "This route doesn't seem to lead to Hubei. Where are we going?"
The simple-minded boy opposite her hurriedly replied, "Yesterday I received a letter from Brother Yang. He resigned from his duties in the camp and invited me to go to Guangxi to do business. I've been thinking the same thing. What do you think, Sister Cong'er?" Wang Cong'er
stroked her sleeping son and smiled slightly, "I'll go with you."
The simple-minded boy clapped his hands excitedly and said, "That's wonderful!"
But this startled Chang'er awake. He squinted, wiping his drool, and said, "Mother, I'm hungry, I want to nurse."
Wang Cong'er blushed and tapped his head, saying, "How old are you? You're so shameless!"
Chang'er climbed onto her, burying his head in her chest and acting coquettishly, saying, "If Father can eat, why can't I?"
Wang Cong'er, helpless, could only unbutton her clothes, revealing half of her erect breast from her bodice, and put it in her son's mouth, but gave the simple-minded boy a fierce glare: "Look at the good example you're setting!"
The simple-minded boy made an innocent expression: "Isn't it you who spoils him?"
Chang'er sucked on her nipple with loud smacking sounds, making the simple-minded boy's mouth water, and he shamelessly said, "Sister Cong'er, I'm hungry too."
...
In a large house in Guixian County, Guangxi, Wang Cong'er was embroidering on a piece of white cloth. Chang'er circled the large table twice and asked, "Mother, what are you embroidering? It doesn't look like birds or beasts, nor insects or fish."
“It’s a map,” Wang Cong’er said, holding the silver needle.
Chang’er looked distressed, seemingly understanding but not quite: “I don’t understand.”
“Good news, good news!” Just as Wang Cong’er was about to explain, the simpleton came running in excitedly from outside, but he tripped and fell before he could cross the threshold.
Wang Cong’er quickly put down what she was doing, helped him up, and scolded, “You’ve been a father for so many years, how come you’re still as reckless as a child?”
“I’m just happy for my sister Xiu’e!” the simpleton said
, gesturing wildly. Wang Cong’er frowned. She didn’t know what Xiu’e was thinking back then, but she actually followed Brother Yang’s caravan all the way to Guangxi, pestering the simpleton as if she wouldn’t marry anyone else. Seeing her infatuation, Wang Cong’er tried to persuade the simpleton to take her as a wife, but he refused, saying that he only recognized Sister Cong’er in this life and didn’t want any other women. Wang Cong'er felt a little guilty towards Xiu'e, whom he had treated like a younger sister, so he asked, "What good news is there for Xiu'e?"
"Brother Yang said he'd help her arrange a marriage in Huaxian, Guangdong. The groom is a Hakka man surnamed Hong. He's not a high-ranking official, but he's well-educated and reasonable. I heard Xiu'e is satisfied and has already agreed," the simpleton said happily.
Wang Cong'er nodded, "I'm happy for Xiu'e that she's found a home."
"Speaking of Brother Yang, he's recently started believing in foreign stuff," the simpleton said, resting his chin on his hand in thought. "Is it called 'licking pig's feet' or 'chicken pucker'? Hmm, I can't remember foreign stuff,"
Wang Cong'er frowned. "How could Brother Yang believe in foreign religions? Those messy things can't compare to our own wisdom."
The simpleton replied, "But I see quite a few followers of those blond-haired foreign missionaries; maybe they have some merit."
"You don't mean you're going to believe in foreign stuff too?" Wang Cong'er glared at him.
"No way?" the simpleton said timidly.
"No way!" Wang Cong'er said firmly. "Not only you, but even our son can't believe in that kind of thing in the future."
"What about our grandson?" the silly boy suddenly asked with a sly smile.
"You silly boy, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Wang Cong'er laughed and scolded as she started to rub and hit him.

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