[The End of the Female Idol Group Era] [Author: Virtue Without Willpower]

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Author: Youde Meiyizhi
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The leaden sky continued to drizzle, the refreshing air enough to soothe
the restless .
But this seemed meaningless to me; I was now aimlessly
walking with Lao Li through the streets of W city.
Frankly, I was
utterly fed up with these highly "uniform" cities, their skyscrapers, apartment buildings, and green belts almost identical, involuntarily
instilling a sense of bewilderment and weariness.
Even those so-called "ancient towns" were practically ripped from the same mold—the same
cobblestone streets, white-walled, black-tiled old houses, and those lousy little bridges and flowing water.
Of course, uniformity is good for industrial production or anything else, but
facing cities so uniformly industrialized
is simply unbearable, especially for someone like me with high aesthetic standards.
This damned so-called "historical and cultural city" is a nightmare.
Old Li seemed to share a similar grievance, so I noticed his pace quickening, and I followed closely
behind. "Damn it, what the hell are we doing in this godforsaken place?"
Old Li shrugged. "I don't know this city has turned into this mess. Whose fault is it? I think
we can't even find our way back now."
"…………Okay." I could only shrug helplessly. After
walking for what seemed like an eternity, when the rain started to intensify, I saw Old Li stop
, his expression quite complicated, in front of a two-story, off-white building, resembling a church or
museum .
I didn't realize the problem at the time, so I stopped and looked at the building with my hands behind my back.
Apart from noticing its distinctly German style, I couldn't find anything particularly interesting
.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, Old Li grabbed my sleeve. "Come on, let's go inside and take a look."
"?" Somewhat confused, I followed him inside, completely oblivious to the fact that both my boots and Old Li's were covered
in a mixture of mud, water, and some other unidentified filth.
Upon entering, I found myself in a hall that, while not opulently grand, was nonetheless radiant with
light and color .
The dome and pillars of the hall exhibited a distinctly Western Rococo style, but the first floor's decor
was entirely modern.
The central stage resembled a variety show studio, and along the walls
were rows of brightly colored granite
pedestals .
Each pedestal bore a reclining statue of a girl with her hands clasped in prayer. Looking closer, I
realized these statues were
of the same people as the beautiful, innocent-looking girls in colorful uniforms on the stage, some sitting, some standing.
Although the hall was brightly lit, I felt a chill in the air.
"Where… uh, is this?" I shivered and turned to Old Li, whispering.
"A cemetery," Old Li replied curtly.
"Do you remember the Paz2J group from over two years ago?"
After staring intently at the stone statues and sculptures for a while, it suddenly dawned on me—I hadn't recognized them
as the girls I used to idolize. Judging from the current situation, this must be their final resting place.
Although I was heartbroken for a long time after hearing the news of their tragic passing, I knew nothing about their funeral
arrangements .
So, after a moment of stunned silence, I nodded hesitantly to Old Li.
The name Paz2J is practically a household name in our country and even Northeast Asia
. Their songs and dances were once wildly popular, widely adored and imitated
by many, and even became a staple of cultural and entertainment activities in some regions and organizations. As for the girls themselves, they were national idols. Especially for young people in China, almost everyone, regardless of gender, would fervently follow these girls whose average age was only 17. Although some people frequently jump out to claim that they were sexually exploited by certain individuals, engaged in group sex were involved in drug trafficking with organized crime, and some "experts" even say that they would have a negative influence on teenagers, they simply laugh it off, and their fans' enthusiasm for them remains undiminished. In fact, almost every time they go to a performance, they need ten times their own number of people to maintain order and prevent them from being overwhelmed by the enthusiastic fans. Yes, that's right, they were dazzling. If they were one of the most beautiful gifts God bestowed upon our country, then their passing is a huge disaster for our nation— I personally believe it's no less damaging than a magnitude 6 earthquake. Alas, if this is the outcome, why did God allow them to leave such a beautiful impression in our hearts? This world is truly unfair… To hell with God, to hell with fate. —Excerpt from a paz2j fan's diary two years ago, W City. Around 5:30 in the morning, a rather imposing light green bus Normally, at this time, when the sun was still below the horizon and only a faint grayish-blue hue remained in the east, there shouldn't be many vehicles on this road, especially not a large bus like this. But for the girls of the paz2j group, who were constantly on the go, this was their daily routine . They had been up for a full hour and a half and were now still half-asleep , heading to W City to participate in a pre-anime convention performance. "Ugh~" Xueying, sitting near the bus door, rubbed her barely open eyes and groaned . As the group leader, besides performances and practice, she had to coordinate many miscellaneous tasks, making her burden heavier than the other members. She was busy until nearly 1 a.m. almost every night, and the next day's tasks often started at 6 a.m.

It started around halfway through.
The heavy pressure had turned her from an innocent, lively, and enthusiastic girl into a deep and aloof one. Only during
performances could her bandmates and fans see her once-innocent smile.
Just as she was about to take another nap, a silvery laugh came from behind her: "Didn't we agree that
I was sexually harassed by that xx? Now it's changed to xx boss's son? But I
've never even heard of them before... Hahaha..."
Xueying recognized the voice as Xiao'er's. This cheerful and outgoing 19-year-old girl, who always liked to make adult-level
jokes was a long-time member of paz2j, but over the years she had always had exceptional energy
, almost never showing signs of fatigue, and often helping her with miscellaneous tasks.
To be honest, many members of the band, including Xueying, couldn't understand why she was always so energetic
. And so, this question accompanied most of them to their graves.
Hanhan, with her hair in pigtails, leaned against the car window, dozing off while gazing at Yuxun, who was still fast asleep beside her, with
sleepy . A wave of resentment washed over her.
"Ugh, laziness is hopeless—I wish I had it too. Besides… is it really okay for her to sleep
so irregularly, showing no awareness of being the lead singer?"
Thinking this, Hanhan couldn't help but complain about her terrible voice. Although she was
adored by countless otaku with her cute, loli-like face and dark blonde hair,
her fame was still nowhere near that of Yuxun .
Yuxun was a top star who had participated in numerous large-scale domestic cultural performances and even world-class music festivals, while Hanhan was at best a domestic
"otaku goddess."
In the back seat, Jiaxuan, the other lead singer of the group, listlessly played on her phone. Her
health had always been poor; she had even fainted during rehearsals on occasion, and today she hadn't slept well for a week
.
She was forcing herself to stay awake and send a text message to her family to let them know she was safe.
"Mmm~ I really want to eat Mom's fish again..." After sending the message, Jiaxuan slumped into her seat
and closed her eyes to continue sleeping.
Generally speaking, most car accidents are
caused by driver fatigue or operational errors, and the girls at paz2j and their team were well aware of this.
Therefore, they specifically hired many experienced drivers and high-performance vehicles for them
, seemingly ensuring their safety.
However, good cars and good drivers can only solve their own problems; they can't address the issues of other vehicles or road conditions.
Just as the edge of the sun was emerging over the mountains, bathing the forest and the earth in a pale golden
light , a dark blue sedan sped towards them, startling the already drowsy bus driver
!
But somehow, by some inexplicable twist of fate, the
bus, , drifted off the sharp bend and plunged straight down the embankment. The
damned car, completely oblivious, drove right past.
Only the driver and the conscious Xiao'er and Hanhan felt the terror of the impact and fall;
the others were mostly dazed or fast asleep, some even dreaming
that the experience was quite pleasant.
This road wasn't built on some sheer cliff; it was merely a
gentle . The river below
was just a small stream, less than three meters deep, with a moderate current. If it were a busload of strong soldiers or workers, escaping wouldn't have been difficult.
But the crucial problem was that the bus wasn't carrying any strong men, but rather a group of
exhausted eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls. And so, tragedy struck.
The first person to react was the driver. Before the car had even completely rolled into the water, the slightly dark-skinned, thin man reflexively
scrambled out of the vehicle and ran. The girls inside, mostly
fast asleep or wearing seatbelts, unfortunately fell into the water with the car.
Xueying woke up abruptly after hitting her head on the window and quickly reached for her seatbelt to escape
. However, whether from excessive fear or exhaustion, she couldn't unbuckle it after a long struggle.
She was on the verge of tears when, in her panic, her seatbelt came undone. Upon closer inspection, it was
Xiao'er.
"Leader, you have to go! Our group can't do without you!" Xiao'er, soaked to the bone by the water that had flooded the car,
said anxiously, wiping her wet hair.
"I'll get the others out, leader, you go!"
"What are you talking about at a time like this!" Xueying panicked when she realized the bus was half-submerged
, frantically shoving each of the still-unconscious members, trying to get them off the
damned bus.
But as mentioned earlier, the river wasn't usually
dangerous , but things weren't so lucky for the exhausted girls.
Although their long-term dance and physical training meant they weren't the kind of girls who would collapse at the slightest touch of water
, they were definitely not the healthy and energetic girls they usually were. They were
exhausted children who hadn't slept well for a long time.
Even if they could swim, they were almost powerless to break free. Many of them didn't even have the strength to unbuckle their seatbelts
. Before she was submerged, the last thing Xiao'er saw was her friend,
Yuzhu, the usually cheerful member of the group, slumped limply in her seat, wishing for a quick death.
A few minutes later, the struggles, cries for help, and gasps in the carriage subsided.
The existence of paz2j, the most famous and internationally renowned super-popular girl idol group, came to an abrupt end.
It drew a short and abrupt pause to its glorious history, and with it vanished
the lives of its members, 48 young girls. These young lives were once so dazzling and full of charm
, but now they were nothing more than corpses with stopped blood flowing.
Of course, to say that their lives ended instantly wouldn't be entirely accurate; after a desperate struggle...
Liu Yue, the tallest girl in the group, escaped from the bus and, with her
last strength, climbed onto the riverbank to make a distress call.
At the W City Public Security Command Center,
the officers . These men, like the girls from PAZ2J, had stayed up all night and were eager to get home, just waiting
for breakfast and a nap; they were mostly in a distracted state. It wasn't
until Liu Yue used her last bit of strength to make the distress call that the officers, whose hearts were already at home, snapped back to reality—
not to mention the lives on this bus, the fact that they were from PAZ2J meant this incident couldn't be taken lightly
—
if anything happened to them, not only would their superiors hold them responsible, but their fanatical
PAZ2J fans would surely condemn them. So, the group quickly sprang into action, and several police cars
roared towards the scene of the accident.
It took them over 20 minutes to finally arrive after winding their way through
the river. Accidents had happened at this spot before, but injuries were rare
; usually, the vehicle was simply pulled from the water and towed away.
But what they saw made their blood run cold!
The paz2j bus was completely submerged, only a small white section of the roof visible.
On the nearby slope lay a tall, slender girl in sportswear, soaking wet, one hand still
clutching phone.
An older policeman approached and checked her, only to find she was already dead.
"What do we do?…" A young policewoman, her face pale, turned to the team
leader and asked.
"Well… let's save her first, quickly… get the people in the bus… out… first…" The
traffic police leader was equally uncertain, only able to proceed cautiously, but judging from the current situation,
the chances of survival for everyone on board were slim.
After the bus was lifted from the water and the bodies of the 48 girls were carried out one by one, everyone
fell silent. Their work continued, but it became a mechanical, repetitive motion
. The only sounds in the area were the river and the vehicles; heaven and earth seemed frozen.
Once the bodies and their belongings were mostly accounted for,
news spread quickly that paz2j had been involved in a car accident on their way to W city for a performance, tragically drowning all of them. While the police waited for the vehicles to transport
the bodies , reporters from various media outlets arrived like flies to a carcass.
As soon as Hanhan's body was placed in a body bag and loaded onto the vehicle, several
cars pulled up to a stop, instantly blocking the usually quiet road
. Camera flashes went off like flares.
The police officers who were cleaning the bus quickly stopped what they were doing and rushed to stop the reporters from taking pictures.
After a chaotic scene, they finally managed to load the 48 girls' bodies onto the truck and drive them away.
At 7:30 a.m.,
a piercing cell phone ringtone sounded in a high-end residential area in W City, jolting Chen Yang abruptly sitting up in bed. He couldn't help but feel annoyed
; damn it, another rare good night's sleep had been ruined.
However, this was nothing new for him. After all, for a
super busy person who often worked fourteen or fifteen hours a day, being woken up at 7:30 a.m. was nothing outrageous, even a
luxury .
So, he mechanically picked up the phone and answered it listlessly, assuming it would be
some trivial but extremely tedious errands as usual.
But when the secretary on the other end of the line told him in a trembling voice that paz2j had been in a car accident and all the members had died
, Chen Yang, the owner of paz2j and a former army company commander who had faced death many times, was so shocked that he
almost rolled off the bed!
Then he hung up the phone, dressed like a madman, and drove to the scene.
To be honest, Chen Yang's relationship with the girls from paz2j wasn't particularly close—
although he'd been in the underworld for years,
he always considered himself a morally upright "elder" and "gentleman," always
"providing them with good guidance." He absolutely had no zombie-like thoughts whatsoever.
Furthermore, even if he had any feelings for the girls, he wouldn't have the guts. Although
things like sexually harassing them or engaging in group sex were incredibly common in China, even if exposed,
it would only be tabloid gossip at most.
But who knew if some fanatical fan would come after him, especially since
many of their fans were high-ranking officials, even the emperor had attended their concerts several times and
praised Jiaxuan and Yuxun's singing.
Even if these people were magnanimous and didn't want to hold it against him, most of the others in the company would probably
want to give him a fatal blow.
Therefore, his relationship with the girls was rather delicate, neither overly intimate nor particularly
hostile, much like the relationship between a boss and employees in a typical company.
Although that's the explanation, for Chen Yang, paz2j was far more than just a
name he used to make money. These were living, breathing girls, like his own children, with parents and relatives, who
had once been young, beautiful, charming, and lively.
This kind of tragedy would
break the heart , let alone these girls who were once familiar faces, who had once faced him with captivating smiles
and listened to his teachings.
Even if Chen Yang were a truly ruthless capitalist, he couldn't remain indifferent to
their deaths—at least one of his cash cows was gone.
As soon as the car sped onto the highway, Chen Yang went almost completely mad, his insane speed
startling .
But after leaving the city, he calmed down and was terrified by his own reckless driving, thinking he might end up like them, a victim of a car accident, before even reaching the scene. So, like a foolish chef adding water when it was too salty and salt when it was too bland, he quickly reduced his speed, waiting for
his car to reach the accident site.

After slowly making his way to the scene, he asked the police and learned that the bodies had already been transported to a public
hospital .
"When can I see them?" Chen Yang asked.
"According to regulations, well, at least until we've investigated the case," the traffic police captain replied
readily .
"That's good," Chen Yang muttered to himself, turning to get in his car and driving away.
Now he needed to go to the hospital to check on the condition of their bodies. By now, his mind had mostly settled
, and he began planning their funeral arrangements.
But clearly, fate (or rather, some people) didn't want things to be so simple
. Before he could even start his car, someone from the company called him again.
"What is it now?" Chen Yang answered the phone impatiently. Although he had calmed down, his earlier thoughts
about the funeral arrangements had made him more agitated than calm.
"Boss, a guest has come to the company and hopes you can see them..."
"No," Chen Yang replied casually, but he hesitated as he was about to hang up.
"Wait a moment, go ask him about his identity and purpose."
"Uh... Boss, this man is about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, quite tall. After he came in, he went straight to
asking us about your whereabouts. After we told him,
he asked me to tell you that he hopes to talk to you about the aftermath of what happened a few hours ago. He
also said that he and you served in the same place, so I suppose you won't refuse."
"Hmm, okay, tell him I'm willing to talk to him." After saying that, Chen Yang hung up the phone. Although he expected someone to come
and talk to him about something,
he was still quite surprised that someone came so quickly. However, since he came so quickly, the man
must be in a hurry and have something to ask of him.
In that case, this matter must be very interesting to discuss, and it might even be a good
opportunity to make a fortune or become famous. Besides, he hadn't even had breakfast yet, and
it .
So he quickly changed direction and headed towards the company.
After getting out of the car and going upstairs, Chen Yang arrived at his office's reception room and found a tall
and imposing young man already sitting on the sofa.
He appeared to be around 28 or 29 years old, with a neat buzz cut. His sharply defined
face, exuding an elegant air, displayed a calm and composed expression. His cold yet powerful gaze
and solid physique immediately conveyed his military bearing.
His trousers, jacket, belt, hat, and boots were all a glossy black, giving him a heroic and
rugged .
"May I ask who you are…?" For some reason, Chen Yang suddenly felt a strange sense of inferiority. Although
the young man's attire was utterly ordinary, he exuded a mysterious
and intimidating power, causing Chen Yang's posture and tone to soften unconsciously.
The young man smiled mysteriously: "I am Your Excellency and the future master of the Empire."
Hearing this, Chen Yang was first stunned, then, after carefully scrutinizing the young man's face for a while, he was utterly shocked.
"Damn, this is His Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire!"
Upon seeing Chen Yang's surprised expression, the future ruler of the Empire, Crown Prince Yu Heng,
laughed :
"Mr. Chen, oh no, Comrade Chen Yang, it's good that you're not in the army. Even
someone like you, who serves in the same place as me, doesn't recognize me... Hahaha..."
Chen Yang was completely dumbfounded. He had never expected that it would be the Crown Prince who came to see him, and
he was even more clueless as to why. However, as the saying goes, "There's no such thing as a free lunch."
What exactly did the Crown Prince want from him?
But before he could figure it out, the Crown Prince changed to an indifferent expression and said: "
Mr. Chen , as a fan of the girls from paz2j, I feel very heartbroken about what happened to them..." "
...
Well, I personally hope to contribute money and effort to their funeral this time, but there are some things I hope
Your Excellency can consider my opinions and suggestions on. That's all."
After saying this, he let out a long sigh, looking relieved.
Chen Yang was even more confused now. Although the Crown Prince's words had resolved his previous doubts, an even bigger question arose:
why do this?
Clearly, some issues were not as simple as either yes or no.
The Crown Prince sighed, then looked up at Chen Yang, seemingly hesitant to speak. After
a long he looked at Chen Yang with a strange smile: "Mr. Chen, would you like to hear it?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "No need, Your Highness..." " Your Highness, I can imagine the feelings between you and them. I'm not a voyeur
; it's enough to know these things exist. If you hear too much, Your Highness might not think the same way."
The Crown Prince's gaze sharpened. "Mr. Chen is indeed a smart man. But it's fine; some
things are truly meaningless to talk about. I'll just think about it myself."
After saying this, the Crown Prince tightened his shirt collar, stood up, and left. "It's not bad that everyone knows about my story with
them . I just want to find
a perfect ending for my lovers and admirers."
He then quickly left. Chen Yang originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but after thinking about it, he backed down.
After quickly going down the stairs, the Crown Prince lowered the brim of his hat and walked towards his car
. This time he came alone—he was certain that his military training had given him enough
ability . However, even so, he still subconsciously touched the pistol in his jacket while driving.
Yu Heng drove out of the city and arrived at a town on the outskirts of the capital. He changed into a khaki
shirt and trousers, got out of the car, and went to a roadside restaurant. He ordered some dishes and drinks and sat down to eat and drink.
Although he usually ate and drank well, whether it was due to his rebellious, immature temperament
or simply his personal taste, he would often go to small rural restaurants or even roadside stalls
for a meal.
This was completely different from the president of a certain beacon of humanity who would pretend to
be friendly by queuing at McDonald's or something similar for a Coke while the CIA was on high alert.
He wasn't with any entourage or bodyguards, and hadn't even revealed his identity, looking exactly
like an ordinary driver passing by.
Some say life is spending eight hours buying groceries, cooking, and then having a big meal; survival is spending eight minutes buying a packet of
instant and eating it. The current Crown Prince seemed to wholeheartedly agree with this.
After stuffing a rather spicy piece of fish into his mouth, he chewed while recalling his
encounter with Yu Xun, the lead singer of paz2j, in Singapore a few years ago, and the many tender moments he shared with them afterward. Thinking about it
, he actually felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
"One day I will rule the world, why couldn't you and I bravely tell each other 'I love you'
? You could have accompanied me to the throne, becoming the empress.
Even with what happened today, at least I could have openly embraced you and given you
the title you deserved. Why must you be relegated to that cold, crude tomb, while I can
only mourn you secretly? Alas..."
Thinking this, the Crown Prince's mood grew increasingly chaotic. A jumble of thoughts and emotions
churned in his mind, prompting him to gulp down several mouthfuls of wine to suppress his negative feelings.
Three years ago, Singapore, Changi Naval Base.
It had been cloudy for almost six or seven days, with occasional rain. Perhaps even the heavens
wanted to see the performance of these adorable creatures they had created, for today the sun finally shone.
paz2j The cars carrying the girls, escorted by military vehicles, arrived at an open area somewhere in the naval port,
where a stage had already been set up.
The girls filed out of the cars, and after some preparation, began
their performance .
In this dimension, modified by some bored time traveler, Singapore didn't
become some kind of idyllic city like in our current timeline. Due to the opening of the Kra Isthmus,
the city quickly became deserted, transforming into a purely military fortress and training base—even
the military base couldn't be built very large due to water shortages.
Thus, this tiny island became... A bizarre fortress surrounded by reinforced concrete buildings and crammed with various
weapons and soldiers transferred from all over the country.
Frankly, every soldier stationed here, from marshal to private, would desperately want to kill
the engineer who planned this military base. Being crammed with people and weapons was bad enough,
but this damned island didn't even have a commercial district for relaxation or recreation, so visiting
military families often had nowhere to stay. Under these circumstances, the soldiers in this base were basically
lifeless , listless, and lacking in energy, relying solely on constant troop rotations to maintain combat effectiveness.
And today, paz2j The girls' arrival was like a sudden
downpour . Despite the rather rudimentary venue and their familiar repertoire,
their singing and dancing drew cheers and applause from the audience.
Below the stage, a tall figure in camouflage silently watched these lovely girls
. Their shoulder-length hair, some jet black, some dark gold, shimmered brightly under the equatorial sun. Their
bright, clear eyes sparkled with girlish innocence and cuteness, and their slender, shapely legs beneath their tutu skirts and shorts
radiated youthful vitality.
"A smile that could launch a thousand ships, eclipsing all the beauties of the palace." This was perhaps the epitome of beauty.
The Crown Prince glanced in another direction before watching their retreating figures, thinking to himself. In the afternoon, as the sun was setting, the base commanders held a banquet for the girls
in the base's only guesthouse . So, the base, usually lifeless except for training sessions, regained its vitality . The soldiers and girls from paz2j who came to the banquet changed into their formal attire and went to attend . Undoubtedly, they were the most dazzling figures at the banquet. Camera flashes and everyone's gaze were almost entirely focused on their faces and waists. Even the patterns wore became the focus of discussion, admiration, and envy. The lively atmosphere, the dazzling array of dishes and their aromas, and the brilliant lights in the hall almost created a hypnotic feeling. Only when talking to people could one regain their senses. In a corner of the banquet, Yu Xun, wearing a tri-colored plaid skirt and white shirt with a red bow tie, smoothed her black hair and drank and laughed with her best friend Jia Xuan, holding a glass of rum. To be honest, apart from a few like Xiao'er, most of the girls in the group didn't like drinking strong liquor. Besides, getting drunk from strong liquor was really damaging to their image. But in this godforsaken place, the drinks available were either rum or vodka—strong-flavored beverages that were much better than fruit juice or soda. And given the current situation, if they did n't drink, they'd be laughed at as delicate ladies who could only drink milk. So they had no choice but to grit their teeth and force themselves to drink the strong liquor. Just then, a captain in a crisp blue Marine Corps uniform, his riding boots gleaming , floated over to the girls with a blood-red glass of some suspiciously conspicuous drink: "Ladies, it's quite unseemly for a lady to drink strong liquor like this. Is this really alright?" The girls turned around after hearing this, and after looking closely at the captain, they quickly put down their glasses and bowed to him: "Your Highness..." "Relax," the Crown Prince waved his hand. "Ladies, please don't be so formal. Don't call me 'Your Highness,' just call me... um , 'brother.'" He chuckled at this, realizing his attempt to show friendliness by asking them to change their address had backfired spectacularly. Surprisingly, after exchanging glances, the girls smiled and called him "brother." This almost made the Crown Prince wet himself, but this wasn't the first time he'd been embarrassed like this. So, he decided to play along, a sly grin spreading across his face as he approached the girls: "Alright, my little sisters."

Their interaction quickly heated up, and the girls soon surrounded the Crown Prince,
playing and teasing him. This gave Yuheng, a fairly respectable nobleman, his first
taste of the allure of being a male enemy.
The girls seemed to sense the Empress's position was beckoning them, and both sides became somewhat
giddy . Of course, Yuheng was also kept getting drunk on the rum and sweet wine the girls kept offering him—these
girls were incredibly good drinkers.
1 a.m.
Under the warm orange light, Yu Xun lay naked on the bed, her long, cloud-like hair, soaked with sweat, spread
out in disarray. Her almond-shaped eyes, sometimes open, sometimes closed, were filled with a hazy, intoxicated look, and her fair face was flushed with excitement
.
Her breasts arched high, the two rosy nipples on her rounded breasts
trembling . Her muscular abdomen was covered in beads of sweat like morning leaves. Her long
, slender legs, honed by years of physical training and dance, rested on Yu Heng's broad, strong shoulders.
With each thrust of the Crown Prince's imposing body, her bare, jade-like feet were stretched taut,
the pink nail polish on her delicate white toenails gleaming seductively under the light, reflecting a decadent glow.
After the initial sharp pain, Yu Xun quickly tasted the wonderful feeling of being a new wife, or rather, the girl
realized that she had given her first time to this uncompromisingly handsome and wealthy young man.
The future master of the empire had made the right choice. Yu Heng's fierce and rhythmic thrusts quickly lifted the girl to
the heights of pleasure, while the gentle caresses of his hands and lips prevented her from
experiencing excessive pain from the loss of her virginity and his rough movements.
However, these were not things the Crown Prince intentionally did. Since this girl,
whom he , was willing to give him her virginity and body, he had to accept it.
That was enough. Other matters were, at most, "minor
details that didn't matter."
After a long while, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped. The lights in the bedroom were extinguished, leaving only the pale moonlight streaming in through the window
, illuminating the girl's pure and lovely face.
The Crown Prince and Yu Xun, naked, lay embraced under the large quilt. Her eyes were tightly closed, a faint, sweet smile, unique to young girls, playing
on . A few strands of black hair fell from her shoulders
, somewhat shyly concealing her small, mound-like breasts and delicate nipples. Yu Heng's arms were firmly
around the girl, his calm expression revealing a tenderness and affection rarely seen in him.
"Your Highness..." After a long silence, the girl finally opened her eyes slowly, about to say something, but
her small mouth was covered by a strong hand.
"Call me Yuheng."
"Your Highness... I am just an ordinary girl from a poor family, but Your Highness is the Crown
Prince of a nation. To submit to Your Highness would be an insult to the imperial dignity...
I beg Your Highness to leave me alone and not disturb each other, that would be..." Before the girl could finish speaking, she
felt her body being turned over again, and another body pressing down on her.
"Delusion."
Soon, Yu Xun felt the Crown Prince's fierce thrusts again, and only then did the girl realize
how foolish her previous words of refusal had been.
Putting everything else aside, at least now, she felt that she had fallen in love with and could no longer live without this
feeling of being thrown into the clouds.
The Crown Prince's elegant, confident, noble, courageous, and
resilient demeanor, a blend of grace and strength, was irresistible to her. Thinking of the older men who had tried to seduce her and
the wealthy young men who had pursued her, it was like comparing gold to iron ore.
While most women dreamed of the title of Empress, Yu Xun hadn't considered that what she wanted now
was the man beside her, not his title.
Even if he weren't a prince but an ordinary worker, farmer, or any other
common person, she would still throw herself into his arms without hesitation. In the past, her girlish fantasies of perfect love had been
ridiculed by countless people.
But now, she could proudly declare that she had found her love, a man to rely on
, and she would be the happiest bride and wife.
Although, as the story begins, she didn't live to see Yu Heng put on her wedding dress
, later events proved that her expectations of Yu Heng were not in vain. Yu Heng fulfilled their
vow of fidelity in love—albeit in a rather unusual way.
The next day, the sun rose as usual. When the equatorial sunlight filled the entire bedroom,
bathing in a pale golden light, the prince awoke.
Ignoring the sunlight streaming through the window, the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was Yu Xun, fast asleep beside him. Her
hair shimmered in the sunlight, her thick, curled eyelashes casting adorable shadows on her cheeks, and
a sweet smile played on her lips. This warmed his heart and strengthened his resolve to protect her.
A little while later, the girl also woke up. Seeing Yu Heng's gentle smile, her cheeks
flushed She closed her eyes, nestled her head tightly in the prince's embrace, and murmured
the name that would be considered "disrespectful" by most: "Yu Heng—"
"That's more like it," the prince laughed, pulling the girl closer.
Afterwards, the girls boarded a plane and returned to Guangzhou.
In the following three years, several girls, including Jiaxuan, Hanhan, and Xueying, fell into Yuheng's arms
. Yuheng readily accepted them, cherishing them as he had cherished Yuxun. Besides giving
their bodies to the Crown Prince, these girls repeatedly soothed his heart during times of loss and pain.
Especially after his sister's death, when he was devastated, the girls aptly comforted his
heart, which was on the verge of collapse and breaking. But now, they were gone too, and he realized
how fragile his promises of lifelong devotion to them had been, let alone the idea of Yuxun becoming his Empress.
Lost in thought, Yuheng unconsciously downed two full bottles of baijiu.
At midnight, in the hospital's basement corridor leading to the morgue , Chen Yang
, dressed in a black suit, asked in a low voice to the man beside him, who had changed into a light green dress... "Your Highness, are you sure everything is alright?"
Wearing overalls and a black jacket, the prince looked somewhat out of place. A
hand-rolled cigarette dangled from his lips, and he appeared remarkably calm.
"Relax," he said, "I told you they were my best friends. I will give them the most solemn funeral, build
them the best cemetery, and ensure their remains receive the best possible care.
This time, I hired a private embalmer, Mr. Chen, so you can rest assured." The prince's composure bordered
on nonchalance.
"That puts my mind at ease," Chen Yang said, a slight sigh of relief, though still a little apprehensive. Would the person
the prince mentioned arrive on time? After all, the girls' bodies would deteriorate if left for too long
. Half an hour later, several
burly escorted a tall, white woman in a gray suit into the room.
The woman was around thirty years old, with brown hair. She looked capable and beautiful, a
typical European and American professional woman. Her green eyes and meticulously serious face held a hint of impatience.
Upon seeing her, the Crown Prince smiled and quickly walked up to her. "Oh, Christine, are you satisfied with the speed and comfort of
our air force transport planes?"
The woman, called Christine, smiled as well. "Well, Your Highness, I originally thought my skills were
just something you needed to know, but now it seems I was too simplistic. Now, Your Highness, can you
tell me what I can do for you and your country?"
Yu Heng waved for her escorts to step back, and then asked Chen Yang to leave for a moment before lowering his voice
to tell her, "Um, paz2j, you should know them, right?"
"Yes, some lovely girls, their singing is beautiful. I saw the news about their
unfortunate , and I feel very sorry for them."
"That… um, they are my… good friends." Yu Heng thought for a long time before coming up with this word.
"I hope to hold a funeral for them without any regrets, including ensuring their
remains receive the best possible care. However, due to my limited status, I cannot discreetly hire
a skilled embalmer like yourself in the country. So, I can only ask you for help. I hope you won't reveal this to the outside world, okay?"
"Alright." Christine took her backpack off her shoulder.
"However, Your Highness, after this is done, you will have to pay me five times the usual rate."
"No problem, it's settled then."
"Wait a moment, allow me to prepare the medicines and equipment I brought."
Outside the embalming room in the morgue,
"Your Highness, is this woman capable?" Chen Yang asked with a worried expression.
Yu Heng began to look down on his now hesitant and indecisive boss: "At least
it's much better than the skill level and equipment you could hire to perform the same procedure 48 times, or 48 separate procedures
."
In the morgue, Christine took off her high heels and changed into a blue autopsy gown. Under the bright white lights,
she was almost startled. In
this sight.
WTF? This can't be right!
48 corpses in one night? That's insane! Damn it, she should be paid ten times more.
She unzipped the first body bag. Inside was Xiao'er's body. Xiao'er's white shirt and
jeans were still wet, and her left canvas shoe was missing. Her
light gray socks were visible.
Christine shook her head, picked up a pair of scissors, and quickly cut open the girl's clothes, stuffing them into
a plastic bag.
After scrutinizing the girl's slender, healthy, and graceful figure, Christine picked up a showerhead and began washing away the water stains and grime from
the girl's body, especially her short, dyed brown hair and slightly yellowish complexion.
Once the girl's body was cleaned, Christine began preparing for embalming: she cut open Xiao'er's carotid
artery and the vein on the inside of her right thigh, inserting a catheter to inject embalming fluid into her body through her neck
, massaging her muscles, taut from years of dance and swordsmanship practice, as she
injected the fluid. She only stopped when foam from the corners of Xiao'er's mouth began to seep out. Then, the girl was
turned over , and Christine inserted a somewhat wicked object—a steel catheter—into the girl's anus to cleanse Xiao'er's digestive tract of bacteria and other impurities. Of course, this humiliating play was far easier than what she and Yuheng had done together. After this torture, Christine cleansed the girl again, applied a moisturizing coating like glycerin to her skin , and then used repairs to erase the weariness brought on by death, restoring her to her former vibrant appearance. After completing the embalming, Christine stretched her arms. This time, she had only performed embalming and restored their somewhat haggard faces; makeup was unnecessary— that should be done by the girls' professional makeup artists, not her. If the result didn't meet the viewers ' expectations, it would be a truly thankless task. After covering Xiao'er's chest with her hands folded and covering her with a shroud, Christine opened another body bag. Inside lay Hanhan, wearing a dark blue coat. After stripping the girl of her clothes, Christine noticed the stark contrast in physique between this 15-year-old girl with dyed blonde hair and heavy makeup and the girl! Ignoring her face, her body was incredibly thin, probably less than 1.5 meters tall, as thin as a twelve or thirteen-year-old. Her flat chest and frail limbs evoked pity in Christine . Therefore, after inserting the catheter into the girl's neck, her movements while massaging the body's muscles became much . One hour passed. Two hours. Three hours. ... By 6:50 a.m. the next morning, the golden sun had already bathed W City in its light, and the streets were bustling with traffic Finally, the morgue doors opened. Christine, her face pale, walked out with heavy steps. Seeing the Crown Prince , she removed her mask and let out a long sigh: "Your Highness, it's all done, but I haven't yet done their hair treatments."

"Makeup, I hope you're satisfied."
Yu Heng only glanced at her: "Alright, let's go in and take a look."
Gently removing the white sheet covering the girl,
the Crown Prince's originally cold gaze softened upon seeing Jia Xuan's still fair and delicate skin and peaceful expression. He then reached out and stroked the girl's dark, shiny
hair before covering her again and turning to leave.
After leaving, Christine approached: "Your Highness, are you satisfied with my work?"
The Crown Prince smiled: "Now you can go have breakfast."
"Shouldn't you wash your hands first, my Your Highness?"
"Because you didn't touch anything dirty." Yu Heng said seriously.
"These girls, although their shoes are covered in mud, and their hair and skin are wet
, they are purer and cleaner than anyone else, aren't they?"
"Alright." The woman shrugged.
"But I don't think so."
"Whatever. Alright, you can go collect your payment now."
After seeing off this rather boring woman, the Crown Prince turned to
Chen Yang, who, like him, had spent the night in the corridor. Chen Yang's clothes were wrinkled, his face was pale, and he
looked .
"Alright, Mr. Chen, or, oh, Comrade Chen Yang, now it's your turn to work. I'm going to
sleep . I hope your actions won't disappoint me when I wake up." With that, Yu Heng turned and left with his guards.
"By the way, you should hurry up and find their families so they can see their daughters as soon as possible."
Chen Yang had no choice but to go and arrange for people to find the girls' relatives, even without having breakfast.
A few hours later.
In fact, the girls' parents knew about their daughters' accident within a few hours of it happening
, but due to various explicit and implicit reasons—
such as not being able to buy train or plane tickets, traffic jams, and being surrounded by reporters—they were basically kept at a distance of more than ten kilometers from
the hospital . Some didn't even know where their daughters were.
It wasn't until Chen Yang sent his men to search for over three hours that they finally managed to bring all the girls' parents to the hospital.
By then, reporters had already swarmed the hospital entrance, forming layers upon layers.
Even the Crown Prince had sneaked away through a side door—Yu Heng didn't want anyone to know about his relationship with the girls
.
The relatives rushed into the morgue almost like madmen. They violently forced open the doors, frantically
or tremblingly pulling back the shrouds. Some were deathly pale and speechless for a long time. Others
were filled with desperate rage and roars, while many more were pounding their chests and
wailing . The once quiet morgue instantly transformed into a scene of carnage.
Although there was nothing truly
terrifying .
Chen Yang initially wanted to comfort the families of these poor girls, but the scene made him
feel uneasy, so he quietly withdrew and only went back in after the crying subsided.
After spending considerable time calming these frantic people, who resembled terrorists fresh from training camp, he began to discuss the funeral arrangements with
each them individually.
Originally, as instructed by Yu Heng, Chen Yang was supposed to persuade the relatives to agree to a collective funeral for the girls
, burying them together in one cemetery. However, this suggestion was obviously
rejected by most of the relatives, forcing Chen Yang to shamelessly explain and persuade the parents again and again.
Finally, a compromise was reached: the relatives would first take the girls' remains home for individual ceremonies
, and then the remains would be buried together.
After persuading the girls' relatives, Chen Yang, nearly exhausted, felt as if he had been confined to a labor camp for
a year . After taking the girls' relatives to their hotel, he almost fainted.
At 3:30 PM, Chen Yang, finally able to rest for a while, saw the Crown Prince again. The Crown Prince's first
question was, "How did the funeral arrangements go?"
Chen Yang gave a wry smile: "Your Highness, I've tried my best to follow your instructions,
but … I'm sorry, the group members' families prefer to hold the funeral ceremony at their own homes. However, well
, they've also agreed to hold a group funeral after the main funeral…"
"It's alright, there's nothing wrong with that. If we force something, it might
seem like we're using this to create hype, which isn't good."
"Your Highness is right."
"Alright, now it's time to send them all home." Yu Heng said,
putting on sunglasses and a hat, and walking away with his hands behind his back.
Chen Yang quickly followed, chasing the Crown Prince all the way to the hospital entrance.
However, the Crown Prince's guards didn't seem to like their national idol boss, always keeping him
about three to five meters away from the Crown Prince. Chen Yang wanted to lash out, but after stealing a glance at the Crown Prince,
he swallowed his words.
Meanwhile, reporters at the entrance had set up their various "long lenses" and were
snapping photos wildly , then holding microphones and chattering incessantly into the cameras.
Countless fans, like starving people fighting for food, swarmed in, almost breaking through the police
maintaining .
The scene of reporters and fans frantically taking pictures as the bodies of the paz2j girls, wrapped tightly in burial cloths, were carried into cars one by one by nurses and police was heart-wrenching.
A hint of disdain and mockery crept onto the Crown Prince's lips. He then accompanied his guards and boarded
the car back to his residence. Chen Yang, however, was far less fortunate. He was recognized the moment he stepped outside and
surrounded by a swarm of reporters bombarded him with a barrage of nonsensical and absurd questions, leaving him completely bewildered.
He was truly in deep trouble. He had been planning
how to handle the press conference at his company, but now, unprepared, he was surrounded by this mob and had no choice but to
grit his teeth and face the questions head-on.
The girls from paz2j were scattered across the
country Therefore, Chen Yang and his company had to spend a fortune on air express to return their remains.
Ironically, the enormous wealth these girls had accumulated through their singing and dancing was, for them…
Ultimately, it served to hasten their souls' return to their hometown.
At 2:30 PM, at Yu Xun's family residence,
several local funeral home staff, somewhat disgruntled under the pointing fingers of the girl's family,
carried her bedroom. It must be said, their displeasure was understandable—
the bedroom was truly appalling, filled with all sorts of strange and unusual items, and
the several blindingly gleaming swords in the glass cabinet in the corner gave them a strong sense of unease.
They quickly put the body down, turned, and left, not even finishing the tea Yu Xun's family had prepared for them.
After the funeral home staff left, the girl's family brought water and towels into the bedroom, unwrapped
the two layers of white sheets covering Yu Xun, and began to bathe, dress, and prepare her body.
Although it was broad daylight, and the windows on the second floor of the villa offered a clear view of
the bustling traffic , the air in the bedroom was almost frozen, deathly still.
Yu Xun's older sister and mother, pale-faced and tear-blurred, gently wiped the girl's skin with towels
, glancing occasionally at her serene expression, her slightly pouting cherry lips, and her slightly disheveled
black hair .
Yu Xun had once been the pride of her family. From elementary school onwards, her intelligence and versatility had already
made her well-known in her hometown, and after entering puberty, she blossomed into a graceful and charming young woman.
Although her family had initially opposed her participation in the talent show, as she and her friends
gained popularity, their attitude gradually changed, from resistance to acquiescence and then to strong support—
of course, the considerable benefits Yu Xun brought them were also a factor.
Even after their daughter mentioned a brief encounter with the Crown Prince (well, they certainly didn't mention a one-night stand
-_-), Yu Xun's father even considered becoming the "father-in-law of the Emperor."
But now, their most prized girl was a
pale everything was gone…
Only by properly cleaning, dressing, and preparing her body for burial could they find
a sliver of solace for themselves and their families.
The girl's delicate breasts and rounded buttocks were carefully washed by her sister and mother. Although
their movements were gentle,
it was still too harsh for Yu Xun, who had always meticulously cared for her body. If she were still alive, she would have cried out in pain.
But now, it seemed unnecessary. She only needed to close her eyes and wait for this torment to end.
After drying her, her family brought her a roll of what appeared to be bandages. Unfolding it, they saw it was some kind of silk fabric.
However, the threads were sparse and lacked luster, appearing to be of poor quality and unappealing.
Then, the family began to wrap the girl's body with this material, covering her entire
torso, almost like a mummy.
Only then did they dress Yu Xun.
The girl's sister and mother laboriously turned her body over, dressing her piece by piece in her underwear
, petticoat, shirt, and finally, a light blue, fitted long dress.
Now, Yu Xun lay peacefully on the small bed where she had slept sweetly in life, her fair face still almost as
radiant as in life. Her long, lustrous hair, neatly combed, cascaded down her back, with two thin braids and a few strands
of black hair falling from either side of her bangs to her chest.
The elegant, semi-transparent blue fitted dress
added a touch of ethereal beauty to her purity and cuteness, as well as a striking and poignant sense of ritual to her death.
After a while, the other members of Yu Xun's family arrived, and they gathered around.
The men made gruff sobs, some silently smoking, while the women wept in waves
.
Although it was a scene of deafening wailing, from an onlooker's perspective, it didn't feel particularly sorrowful
; rather, it seemed somewhat… comical.
I wonder what Yu Xun would think if she were alive.
Hundreds of kilometers away, in Jia Xuan's hometown.
Although Yu Xun and Jia Xuan were inseparable best friends, and even Yu Heng jokingly said he hoped "Xiao Xun and
Xuan Xuan would be happy for life," the two girls had never actually
known each other —
their hometowns were over 400 kilometers apart, and their family circumstances were vastly different: Yu Xun was born
into a prominent family in her hometown, with a comfortable life.
After Yu Xun became famous, her family members practically ran around doing everything for her
, treating her like an elder.
Jia Xuan, on the other hand, was from an ordinary family, living a life of poverty before entering the entertainment industry,
and often didn't even have enough money for a taxi when she first joined paz2j.
Even now, the girl's family continues their peaceful life. Her parents still run a small
restaurant, and her brother continues his job as a deliveryman. No one bothers them because of Jiaxuan
; it's as if Jiaxuan is a complete stranger to them.
Only when Jiaxuan, carrying her almost ever-present light yellow backpack, skips and
hops through the door with an innocent smile, will her family come running with beaming smiles, embracing her happily, chatting and laughing with her,
listening to her stories of her performances, and then cooking a lavish meal to welcome her home.
Afterward, Jiaxuan will tie her long, flowing hair into a ponytail, change into her faded
light blue tracksuit, and help out in the family restaurant, just like before her debut—at this time, almost no one notices
that she is a big star, but simply sees her as a pretty girl next door.
Strangely enough, whether it was because Jiaxuan was too good at disguising herself, or because the paparazzi were unprofessional, or because the fans
were blind, while others could only recognize her on stage, from the time she entered paz2j until her death,
no one could recognize her.
Upon learning of their daughter's tragic passing, Jiaxuan's family remained remarkably calm, showing no
signs of fainting or other extreme distress.
They quickly boarded a plane to W City with people sent by her boss, Chen Yang. After picking
their daughter , Jiaxuan's brother and mother laid her delicate body on her usual cozy bed, and then...
The child covered herself with the beige blanket that had always been her slumber companion.
On the girl's desk lay her portrait,
the cover . In the photo, she wore a navy blue sailor uniform and a white scarf, leaning against
the wall of their dance practice room, smiling. Her clear eyes gazed ahead, and the blush on her cheeks revealed the unique innocence and
beauty of a young girl.
Outside Yu Xun's house, a crowd had practically swarmed, the frenzy resembling a zombie horde from a movie
. Yu Xun's family had to work with the police to barely keep them from breaking in.
Here, Jia Xuan lay quietly on her small bed, seemingly forgotten. She wore
a white nightgown with dark blue floral patterns, which contrasted beautifully with her pink-nailed hands and feet, making her look quite adorable
. However, without makeup, her complexion appeared somewhat sallow, and her lips were not red; she looked as if she were ill. While Yu Xun and Jia Xuan's homes presented a stark contrast of emotions, several unexpected guests
arrived at the home of group leader Xue Ying — former members of paz2j. At first glance, these women, now mothers and wives, bore no resemblance to the cute girls like Xue Ying and her . However, they had indeed been core members of the group . Although accidents involving former or current members were not uncommon, this situation was a shocking tragedy that no one could have foreseen—the entire group had perished. While there was still a possibility of rebuilding in the future, what difference would that make from establishing a completely new group? A woman of medium height, wearing a dark gray suit, and appearing somewhat overweight, stood beside Xue Ying 's deathbed. Her features bore a resemblance to Xue Ying's, but she was no longer young. Despite heavy makeup , the marks of time were still evident around her eyes and lips. She was the former leader of paz2j. It was she who, along with others, handed over the leadership and membership to . Tragically, this happened. A small line of mourners had already formed outside Xueying's house. To be honest, although she was the leader , she wasn't particularly outstanding in terms of looks or figure— after all, managing various affairs both inside and outside the group, coordinating performances, and even mediating conflicts among members had exhausted . Because of this, her fan base was very limited, incomparable to Yu Xun, Jia Xuan, and Xiao Er, so there weren't many mourners. The absence of paz2j has cast a shadow over the entire country. The gloomy feelings of their fans, the businesses they endorsed, and their team are self-evident, and even those who didn't care much about them have been affected to some extent. Although domestic media outlets didn't engage in any malicious hype about their tragic deaths, the sudden disappearance of their advertisements and promotional posters served as a stark reminder of their passing. The lack of their advertisements even caused some television stations considerable disruption to their programming. Three days later, the girls' families prepared their bodies and handed them over to their respective companies. Chen Yang was present when they went to retrieve Xiao'er's body. Although seeing the families' grief made him question his decision to agree with the Crown Prince's somewhat inhumane suggestion. However, he couldn't easily oppose the Crown Prince's wishes, so he could only offer words of comfort. This somewhat calmed the families, but when their wrapped bodies were loaded onto planes at various airports, whether due to excessive grief or the influence of the reporters' flashing lights... Supported by others, Grandma Xiao'er, who had been silent until then, suddenly fainted. Everyone rushed to her aid, causing further chaos at the airport. "Ugh... I'm exhausted... finally, mission accomplished..." Chen Yang collapsed , startling those around him. This was understandable—while he'd experienced similar exhaustion before, nothing embarrassing happened. This time, however, the reporters' relentless questioning and their earnest attempts to persuade the girls' parents were driving him nearly insane. At 11 a.m., the girls' bodies were transported to the funeral home on the outskirts of W City. To prevent a disturbance from crazed fans, W City deployed hundreds of police officers to the funeral home, creating a tense atmosphere that ruined the once picturesque road leading to it. The people standing there this time weren't Yu Heng or Christine, but rather staff from the W City funeral home , who had been assembled there a day earlier to await orders. The girls' bodies were carried one by one into different dressing rooms for makeup and dressed in their school uniforms. The black plastic bags covering the bodies were unwrapped one by one, revealing the girls' delicate bodies in their respective outfits. It was clear that the girls came from vastly different family backgrounds and had very different habits. Some girls wore school uniform shirts and plaid skirts or sailor uniforms, their hairstyles and makeup fresh and elegant. Others, however, were dressed in adult clothing (although some of them were legally considered "adults"), their hair styled up and heavily made up, looking rather comical. "Even big stars don't necessarily have the same mannerisms from their families," some staff members thought. After untying the girls' hair, removing their jewelry and shoes, and cutting open their clothes, the staff began processing the girls' bodies one by one. After washing away the makeup and any residue left from the preservation process with soap and water, and drying them , the girls were fitted with white bras. The bras were then fastened by turning them to the side, and similarly cute white panties were placed on their ankles. The bras were then slowly pulled up until they somewhat embarrassingly nestled against their round bottoms. Of course, some girls "resisted"—they couldn't be pulled up, but this didn't bother the staff. Any girl who did this was simply turned to the side or flipped over before being pulled up again. After they were dressed, the staff opened the paz2j group uniforms, which were wrapped in plastic bags on a nearby table.

The girls wore adorable dark blue and black maid outfits, complete with matching safety shorts, socks or sandals, and bracelets, not to mention
their unique leg bands and hair accessories.
Opening the nail polish bottles, the makeup artists began meticulously working on the girls' fingers and toenails.
The girls' toes were slender and white, with rounded tips; their ten delicate toenails were as smooth as pearls
, but had lost their life's luster.
Dressing the girls in maid outfits was a troublesome and arduous task. Because the girls' limbs were already
quite stiff, and the maid outfits were complicated to wear, it took each staff member an average
of more than half an hour to get them dressed.
Then came the makeup. First, of course, was foundation. Perhaps as a mockery, a slightly dirty
sponge was used to apply a thin layer of ivory-white powder to their faces. Next came eyebrow shaping and eyeliner, followed by
mascara to accentuate their long, defined lashes, highlighting their delicate and elegant girlish charm.
Applying green, blue, or brown eyeshadow and pink lip gloss to their eyelids seemed to restore their former
vitality, though their once clear and beautiful eyes would never open again.
Adorned with jewelry and headpieces, the girls' bodies were placed on flower-strewn death beds.
They positioned lying flat, hands folded over their chests, and finally, a few flowers were placed in their hands.
The death beds were carried one by one into the farewell ceremony hall.
Although this hall was the largest in the funeral home,
it was clearly too small for 48 bodies. After being arranged in a 6x8 "square," the
remaining was only a few dozen square meters—and this was with the smallest death beds.
Viewing their remains was even more difficult; the distance between each pair of death beds was barely enough
for one adult to pass through, and one had to be careful not to touch the flowers surrounding the girls. Walking along the outer edge
might be slightly more spacious.
However, the wreaths and flower baskets, leaning precariously against the wall and almost touching the ceiling, were enough to make
those trying to use the main passageway tremble with fear.
The portraits hanging on the walls of the farewell hall were photos of the girls at paz2j's 15th anniversary celebration; back then,
they wore the same maid outfits as now, their faces painted with the same delicate makeup, smiling sweetly, some even
gesturing happily.
Now, though still as beautiful as they were then, they were lifeless, merely
lovely but stiff shells.
While the farewell ceremony was being arranged, the corridor outside the hall was already packed with reporters and fans,
the long queue stretching almost to the parking lot and road outside the funeral home. The entire flow of people
surged rapidly and urgently, like a giant black worm.
To avoid being overwhelmed beforehand, police, funeral home staff, and even the local garrison all
worked together to maintain order and restrain this swarming, insect-like crowd.
The relationship between the two sides had reached a freezing point, to the point where even throwing a single kernel
of corn could trigger a brawl. Everyone was on edge, desperately hoping the farewell ceremony would
begin soon so they could escape this horrific ordeal.
At exactly 12 o'clock, a short young man in a black suit walked out of the farewell hall and announced the official start of the funeral.
Before he could even finish speaking, the crowd surged forward like a pre-arranged attack,
instantly engulfing the young man like a crumb of biscuit falling into a swarm of ants.
After a while, the disheveled young man finally managed to squeeze his way out of the crowd.
Chen Yang, standing to the side, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. This was just the pushing and shoving; what if these people
became emotional and caused a stampede or riot, or if someone deliberately provoked trouble, or even used the opportunity to carry out a terrorist
attack…
Fortunately, these were just wild guesses. The initial congestion quickly subsided, and the crowd
gradually calmed down after the initial commotion, inching forward step by step to pay their respects to the girls' remains.
The reactions of the people perfectly confirmed Yuheng's judgment; Christine's skills were indeed excellent.
Many fans who were initially anxious, even afraid to look at the faces of the paz2j girls,
naturally calmed down upon seeing the beautiful faces of their idols, unchanged from their lives, no longer going
crazy, angry, or crying.
Of course, some people fell into deeper madness, screaming hysterically or collapsing to the ground, but fortunately,
no one disturbed the girls' bodies.
Xueying, Jiaxuan, Xiao'er, Hanhan, Yuxun, and their companions slept peacefully in a dreamlike
sea of flowers with sweet smiles. The brightly colored flowers and dazzling silks transformed the originally cold and terrifying funeral beds
into a bride's wedding bed.
On these silk-decorated funeral beds with thick sponge cushions, asters, camellias, daisies, lilacs, carnations
... all kinds of flowers tightly embraced the girls' pure and beautiful bodies.
Among the many flowers and plants, the most striking were the crimson spider lilies by the girls' pillows and in their hands
, and bunches of emerald green mint beside their delicate feet, painted with various nail polishes.
The sun slowly sank behind the western brownish-green mountains, and
fiery clouds blanketed the sky. This purplish-red light shone through the windows into the farewell hall,
casting an eerie dark color on everyone's faces, including the girls'.
It gave one a vague sense of hell.
Fortunately, this scene didn't last long; soon the lights in the farewell hall came on.
The hellish atmosphere that people had vaguely perceived vanished instantly, making the hall appear
magnificent.
If it weren't for the girls' remains present, almost no one would have thought this was a funeral venue.
The stark contrast before and after the lights came on made everyone present feel somewhat dizzy.
Night deepened; the night was truly cold and eerie.
Walking along the concrete road leading from the funeral home to the highway entrance, there was almost no light except for the brightly lit farewell hall and
the orange streetlights on the distant highway.
Despite this, the number of people waiting outside, while not as large as during the day, was still considerable. Some
had even set up tents outside the funeral home, while the chefs at the funeral home's attached restaurant could only listlessly relax.
"Three shifts" were implemented to prevent mourners from causing trouble due to lack of food.
Even so, the funeral home cleaners still managed to collect enough
instant noodle boxes and other trash to fill a pickup truck. These situations weren't unfamiliar to the girls, as they had witnessed the litter left after
their own concerts . Around 4 a.m., as the sky and starlight faded, the funeral home, began to stir again. Those who had kept vigil all night, ignoring the mosquitoes and the morning chill, dressed and began crowding into the farewell hall. The cooks in the restaurant also "realized" the situation, carrying their prepared porridge, noodles, and pickles to the fiberglass tables and chairs outside, selling them like street vendors. The scene grew increasingly chaotic until the sun fully rose in the east, restoring its bright colors and bringing order to the commotion. On the other side of the city, in an open field in the suburbs, the Crown Prince, dressed in a light gray short-sleeved shirt, camouflage trousers, and desert with a cold expression, accompanied by Chen Yang, who wore a light-colored suit, and several other people, to locate the girls ' graves. After a long trek, they effortlessly identified a vacant plot of land . After completing the formalities, Chen Yang asked the Crown Prince how to set up the graves. Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince casually replied, "Bury them here first, then build the tombs here." Upon hearing this, Chen Yang was once again stunned, but thinking about it, it made sense. At least the girls couldn't be left lying there indefinitely ; he knew very well that delays could lead to unforeseen problems. The news of PAZ2J fans committing suicide, self-harm, or engaging in other crazy acts, along with the chaos at the funeral, had pushed him into the eye of the storm. Now, all he could think about was burying the girls as soon as possible to escape this terrible situation. The fifth day after the funeral was the day of the girls' burial. The sky was overcast, covering about 90% of the blue, with only the sun occasionally peeking through for a few minutes. At the funeral home, the bodies of the PAZ2J girls, along with their biers, were loaded onto a car and taken to the cemetery. The journey wasn't very long, taking less than half an hour. They were then unloaded and placed one by one beside the already dug graves. After a solemn-faced Chen Yang and other prominent figures from the company presided over the eulogy and other ceremonies , the biers were slowly lowered into the prepared graves. The last lucky fans present placed bouquets of flowers on their idols' bodies. Slowly, colorful flowers covered the girls' sweet smiles, until the entire grave was filled. Workers responsible for the cemetery brought cement slabs, sealing each grave and sealing it with cement. Then they filled the graves with soil. Tombstones carved from black volcanic rock were placed on top of the soil, without any unnecessary decorations, not even photos of the girls, simply engraved with their names and dates of birth and death . If no one noticed, one could say no one would believe that beneath these tombstones lay such youthful and beautiful lives. The funeral procession finally boarded their vehicles and left; it seemed the funeral was over. But clearly, it wasn't over yet. Fans spontaneously gathered around , and by sunset, the girls' graves were piled high with flowers, forming a small mountain. It wasn't until more than three hours later that the crowd slowly dispersed. 7:30 PM, in a restaurant in W city. Several burly men followed a young man in a gray shirt out of the gate and into an SUV. "Brothers, listen, I didn't want to trouble you with this, but… I really , please…" The young man in the car removed his hat; he was the Crown Prince. The men beside him were his guards. These guards were usually used to their master and commander 's habitually unconventional and eccentric behavior, but this time the Crown Prince's request made them hesitate for a while. Leaving aside the legal issues, the act itself was quite insane. Seeing their indecisive expressions, the Crown Prince simply spread out a map in front of them and began studying the plan. Of course, this was much simpler than a military operation, and a detailed plan was quickly finalized. It must be said that Yu Heng's move to go along with the situation was quite ruthless; the guards could only nod and prepare to carry out the orders. At 1:30 AM, in the cold, moonless night, several figures in black were quietly moving about in the cemetery . "Hurry," the Crown Prince commanded, directing several soldiers to laboriously chisel open the girls' graves one by one. After parting the flowers covering their beautiful bodies, Yu Heng's eyes welled up with tears. But this was clearly not the time for sentimentality. He jumped into the graves, carrying them one by one from this cursed place and transferring them to a red truck parked by the roadside. After loading all 48 girls' remains onto the truck, Yu Heng and his soldiers restored the graves to their original state . They weren't professional bricklayers, so they could only hope no one would notice anything amiss. The truck started moving, and seeing these beautiful young women lying , the soldiers couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, even though some of them had once admired these lovely girls. But seeing them now, though undeniably beautiful, in such a pitiful state, still felt somewhat eerie . Perhaps sensing the awkwardness of the soldiers around him, the Crown Prince picked up Xiao'er, who was lying beside him seemingly asleep, and tucked her into a soldier's arms, laughing, "Relax, they're so kind and cute, they won't scare you. Why don't you play with them?" The soldier quickly pushed Xiao'er back into Yu Heng's arms: "No, Your Highness, I wouldn't dare touch your women. I still want my life . " Yu Heng almost spat his chewing gum onto his pants: "Damn it, they're my women, that's all..."

"She's a royal servant now, I can do whatever I want with her. Can't I just give her to you to play with? You have a big problem with that, don't you?
" "...Fine," the soldier could only helplessly hug Xiao'er, but the girl's
lovely face still made his blood boil, and a certain part of his body felt a surge of blood. So
, he tightened his grip on the girl's sleeve.
The truck sped along the mountain road, making several turns before turning
onto an inconspicuous path hidden by trees, and then stopped in a somewhat deserted courtyard.
Inside the courtyard was a two-story English-style building that looked quite old. The exterior walls were
mottled gray, and some parts were covered with ivy. If no one told you, many people would probably mistake
it for a movie set or a haunted house.
But this was indeed a royal residence, specifically the residence of a prince. Yu Heng often
vacationed and relaxed here, especially after he stopped leading troops into battle, where he often indulged in lavish meals and drinks, sleeping
soundly and "decadently" without ever waking up.
"Hurry, everyone!" The Crown Prince jumped out of the car and directed the soldiers to secretly carry the girls' bodies one by
one into the old house in the courtyard.
Forty-eight girls' bodies were quite a lot; the soldiers made several trips before finally carrying them all into
the basement of the old house.
After they finished, the soldiers gathered in the courtyard, and Yu Heng nodded to them:
"Thank you, comrades. This time, we really owe you a debt of gratitude. I thank you on their behalf
. But I hope you will not tell anyone about this, please..." At this point, Yu Heng's
expression became serious, and his eyes were slightly moist.
The soldiers nodded. They knew very well that while they and the future commander of the Imperial Army appeared
strong , deep down they were softer than anyone else, especially when it came to matters of the heart. He almost
never hid his feelings. While it was hard to say whether this kind of personality made him a wise ruler, he was definitely a good
man.
In the basement, under the soft, pale yellow light, the girls' bodies, dressed in their burial clothes
, lay one by one on small carts, while their lovers stood beside them, hands behind their backs, gazing at them with affection.
Reaching Jiaxuan's side, the prince scooped up the lovely girl and carried her out of the basement.
In the bedroom, Jiaxuan was gently placed on the large bed by the prince. He then removed his boots,
sat down on the bed, and surveyed the sleeping girl beside him—the daughter of an ordinary restaurant owner.
The lovely girl, Jiaxuan, lay comfortably on the beautiful bed, her waist-length black hair
spread out on the brightly colored sheets, a pale blue hair ornament symbolizing her status in the troupe adorning her temples. Her fair, oval face and
cherry-blossom -like lips still bore the sweet, pure smile unique to young girls, just as they had when she was alive.
Her thick bangs were neatly combed, complementing her delicate eyebrows, quiet, closed almond-shaped eyes, and
thick, distinct eyelashes, giving her an adorable look.
Her exquisite nose was smooth and delicate, and the faint blush on her cheeks was just as beautiful as when she smiled
in life .
Aside from a black choker given to her and the other girls by Yu Heng, she
wore . The striking contrast between her dark blue maid outfit and the pink cuffs and hem
added to her charm.
Her long, slender, fair legs were slightly parted, with a blue lace leg band on her left leg.
Her small, white toes, painted with pink nail polish, were delicate and perfectly proportioned, and a thin
silver anklet adorned her ankle.
Yu Heng lifted Jia Xuan from behind and held her in his arms, just as he had held her in life. Then, slowly
, bit by bit, he began to undo the girl's burial clothes and jewelry.
After the girl's pink panties were removed, he turned Jia Xuan over, gazing at the girl's small
breasts and delicate light pink nipples, her slender waist and swollen private parts. Only now, Jia Xuan
would not shyly use her small hands to unbutton Yu Heng's clothes.
Soon, Yu Heng also stripped himself naked.
Seeing he looked at the girl, whose eyes were still closed, and smiled wickedly. Then he recalled the girl
's tender moments with him: although they had had physical contact quite a few times,
Jia Xuan had always been both ashamed and afraid of such things (although she had never refused).
Whenever Yu Heng sat on the bed with her, her face would turn red, and she would be too shy to speak.
As the prince began to undress her, she simply closed her eyes, letting her lover do as he pleased
like . Now, even better, she showed no reaction whatsoever.
Yu Heng took the girl's small hand and saw the silver ring he had given her, engraved with her name, his, and Yu Xun's names, on her ring finger, her nails painted light green.
He smiled. These two girls really were going to
be together, huh? Well, it was fine now. Being together was fine, but only with me.
After his member was slowly pushed into the girl's tight body, Yu Heng began to gently
caress her skin. Normally, Jia Xuan would have arched her upper body slightly
, straightened her legs, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips, feeling Yu Heng's gentle caresses.
But now, she lay upright on the bed, accepting her lover's
thrusts .
The girl's vagina was now cold and dry, making Yuheng's thrusting somewhat laborious. However, the
serene and peaceful expression on her face was incredibly alluring and seductive,
a far cry from the low, whimpering moans she used to make during her lifetime.
After a while, Yuheng poured the white, wicked liquid into the girl's body, then withdrew his penis
and lay down beside Jiaxuan. He panted as he gazed at the sleeping girl beside him, smiling.
"Alright, Xuanxuan, today you are officially my concubine. In the future, I'll at least give you
the ... If you can give me another child, that would be even better..."
A while later, Yuheng sat up in bed, put on his robe, and ran to the basement. He removed Yuxun's clothes,
carried her to his side, placed her next to Jiaxuan, then piled them on top of each other and pounced on her again,
forcefully thrusting into Yuxun's honeyed orifice.
Afterwards, Yuheng put his arms around a girl in each arm and fell into a deep sleep under a large quilt.
At 9 a.m. the next morning, as the dazzling sunlight filled the room, Yuheng finally woke up. Seeing Xiaoxun
and Xuanxuan nestled in his arms on either side, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride!
Was this how a man should live?
After getting out of bed, he carried the two girls to the bathroom and bathed with them.
He had to admit his idea was quite good. Jiaxuan and Yuxun's heads were resting on
the edge , half their black hair floating on the water, the rest of their bodies submerged, creating
a dreamlike scene.
If they hadn't looked so young, the scene would have
resembled .
However, Yuheng stood fully clothed to the side, silently admiring the beautiful sight.
After a while, Yuheng, having removed his coat, lifted them from the water, dried them off, and carried
them back to bed.
What followed was another wild night, only this time the leading ladies were Xiao'er and Xueying.
These wild nights lasted for over a month. Finally, Yu Heng dressed the girls' bodies in
snow-white nightgowns, placed them in the basement of the official residence, and would occasionally visit them to spend
the night with them.
Twenty years later
, Yu Heng had been on the throne for over four years. Unlike his father, who liked to meddle in
everything ,
he preferred to be a hands-off ruler, spending his days with his family or writing books
about his combat experiences during his military service—in short, a very leisurely life.
This day, Yu Heng, dressed in his military uniform, a cigarette dangling from his lips, sat on the sofa wiping his riding boots.
Then, with considerable disgust, he pulled off the spurs from his heels—he genuinely couldn't understand why anyone would invent
such a ridiculous and absurd contraption.
After wiping his boots, Yu Heng turned to look at himself in the dressing mirror when his Empress Xue Jiao gently pushed open the door and entered.
She was a noblewoman, with a round face, long, glossy black hair, and large, hazel eyes. She was
very and adorable, but a little timid and reserved, rarely speaking and quite shy. Yuheng had to spend
a lot of time with her every day, trying to cheer her up.
Yuheng's feelings for her weren't particularly bad, but they weren't very deep either—
he actually saw this girl, who was still a little girl at heart, more as his deceased younger sister, Jinxuan—
their temperaments were quite similar.
"Your Majesty…" Xuejiao stood cautiously to the side, her hands hanging at her sides.
Yuheng smiled when he saw her: "Come here, Xuejiao, what are you afraid of? I'm not a tiger."
Xuejiao tiptoed to the sofa next to Yuheng and sat down gently, looking up at his face.
"What's wrong, Xuejiao?" Yuheng asked curiously.
"Your Majesty…" Xuejiao's expression was serious, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"The story you told me about Paz2j and the others... is it true?"
Yuheng nodded, looking into Xuejiao's large, questioning eyes.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Xuejiao lowered her head, and after a long while, she raised it again: "Then...
Your Majesty, do you still love Xuejiao...?"
Yuheng laughed heartily. "You're the Empress now, aren't you?"
he thought. He picked Xuejiao up: "Come on, let's see how I deal with you in bed..."
Another round of passion ensued.
Afterwards, Yuheng sat up in bed, staring at his Empress as Xuejiao had stared at him earlier.
"Your Majesty... what's wrong..."
Yuheng sighed: "Hmm, the way you look now... is quite like Paz2j and the others...
" "Your Majesty, you're so naughty..."
(The End)

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