The Secret History of Debauchery – Empress Dowager Cixi

Speaker: Lu

(I)

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, a tribe—the Aisin Gioro—rose up east of Shenyang, outside Shanhaiguan. The leader of this tribe, Nurhaci, was a young hero; he was not only brave and good at fighting but also skilled in strategy. Under Nurhaci's leadership, the Aisin Gioro tribe became the most powerful force in Northeast China in just a few years.

Nurhaci openly maintained peace with the Ming Dynasty while secretly strengthening himself. He thought that unifying Manchuria and laying the foundation for the country was only a matter of time, so he ordered craftsmen to carry out a large-scale construction project to build a temple to worship the gods and ancestors.

"When the workers were digging the tomb for the temple, they suddenly couldn't dig anymore. It turned out that they had unearthed a stone tablet with an inscription on it," the craftsmen reported the progress of the construction.

Nurhaci asked, "Do you know what's written on it?"

The craftsman, pale-faced and trembling, stammered for a long time before finally saying, "...Our Gioro clan is...blessed by Heaven, and led by...a wise ruler, we will surely...enjoy the royal throne forever...and live as long as Heaven..."

Nurhaci, somewhat angry, asked, "What exactly is written on the stone tablet!?"

"It says: 'Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou.'"

So, Nurhaci, thinking of a way to eliminate the threat completely, ordered Nalinbulu to be beheaded and his head displayed publicly, thinking, "Hmph! Ye Chi will destroy Jianzhou. I'll kill your master, let's see how you destroy it then!"

Seeing that everything he had was destroyed by Nurhaci, and that revenge was hopeless, Nalinbulu shouted before dying, "...As long as there is one person left in the Ye Chi kingdom, I will surely make your Gioro clan annihilated..." Then he laughed twice before his head fell to the ground.

Seeing that his greatest threat had been eliminated, Nurhaci was overjoyed and paid little attention to the stone tablet. Later, during the confiscation of Buse's property, he even took a liking to his daughter and chose her as his concubine, who later became Empress Taizu.

Initially, Nurhaci had eliminated the Yechi people because of the ominous record on the stone tablet that read "The one who destroys Jianzhou is Yechi." However, because Empress Taizu was originally a daughter of the Yechi people, he ensured the continuation of the Yechi lineage for the sake of maintaining a kinship, but secretly warned his descendants never to allow Yechi women to marry.

In the early Qing Dynasty, several emperors after Shunzhi strictly adhered to these ancestral precepts, but by the time of Emperor Xianfeng, due to the passage of time, these precepts had gradually faded from memory…

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In the spring of the nineteenth year of the Daoguang Emperor's reign, in an ordinary courtyard in Beijing, a young couple sat in a pavilion enjoying the spring scenery. A woman held a baby girl in her arms, and the couple played with the infant. The woman said to her husband, "This little one was born in spring. Give her a name, and think about what to call her."

Seeing the garden full of blooming flowers, she said, "How about naming her after a flower?"

The man looked at the baby girl in the woman's arms, her sweet smile, her fair skin, and her rosy lips—she was incredibly cute. He proudly said to his wife, "Look at her, she's so adorable. When she grows up, she'll definitely grow into a beautiful young woman."

At that moment, a delicate fragrance gradually filled the air, and the man had an inspiration: "How about we call her Lan'er?"

"Good! The orchid is a hermit among flowers, unassuming and releasing its fragrance in a secluded valley. How wonderful!" the woman said, gently calling to the baby girl in her arms, "Lan'er! Lan'er! So sweet, so sweet!"

Unfortunately, this moment of familial joy was as fleeting as a beautiful illusion. When Lan'er was twelve, her father passed away one after the other due to illness, leaving behind her ailing mother, a younger sister two years her junior, and a large debt for medical and funeral expenses.

The river flowed slowly past, and Lan'er, holding her sister's small hand, gazed at the shimmering water under the setting sun. Thinking of the future, tears streamed down her face, and she longed to throw herself into the river and end it all. However, her sister's innocent eyes, filled with helplessness and trust, gave her courage, believing that she was not entirely without anything.

Fortunately, by a twist of fate, a bureaucratic error in the county magistrate's office resulted in Lan'er and her sister receiving three hundred taels of silver as a consolation payment, which helped them through their financial difficulties. Who would have thought that Wu Tang would later become the governor of Sichuan, thanks to this unexpected three hundred taels of silver?

The hardship did not hinder Lan'er's blossoming beauty. Naturally beautiful, Lan'er grew increasingly graceful; the life of relying on others also made her increasingly adept at reading people's expressions.

That year, Emperor Xianfeng changed his reign title and began selecting young women to enter the palace. This was great news for Lan'er. The ornate carvings and delicacies of the palace were merely her daydreams, but now she had the opportunity to enter, making her dreams come true and ensuring her family's livelihood.

Perhaps Lady Luck had finally awakened. Lan'er was ordered to be selected as a maid and was successfully chosen to serve in the palace.

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Spring turned to autumn, and time flowed by. Lan'er had been in the palace for half a year.

One night, Lan'er lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. One moment she thought of her impoverished past; the next she resolved to become powerful and wealthy, never again to be bullied or oppressed.

Lan'er thought about her current situation. She had entered the palace in spring, and now the heat of summer had passed, and autumn was deepening. Had everything been well at home these past six months? Life in the palace seemed monotonous. Aside from work, she listened to the maids and eunuchs chatter and gossip: who had argued with whom… who lost their jewelry… that person's mouth was too wide, their nose too broad…

Lost in thought, Lan'er finally got out of bed to get some fresh air. The night dew grew heavier, and soon Lan'er's clothes and hair were covered in dewdrops, but she seemed oblivious, still sitting in a corner of the garden, deep in thought.

"Who's there?" A deep voice suddenly called out in the quiet night.

Startled by the voice, Lan'er looked up and saw Ronglu, an armed imperial guard, approaching. Ronglu said, "It's the middle of the night; don't wander around the palace."

Lan'er replied, "I'm just sitting here; I haven't been wandering around!" Suddenly startled, Lan'er became a little embarrassed and angry, throwing a tantrum like a little girl, and demanded, "Can't I sit here for a bit?"

Seeing that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, Ronglu didn't know what to say and could only smile wryly, saying, "Go back to your room and sleep! It's getting late."

These words of concern might have been just casual remarks, but they warmed Lan'er's heart. Since entering the palace, Lan'er had never spoken so intimately to anyone, and she felt as if Ronglu was a rare confidant. Lan'er couldn't help but pour out her longing for her family, and tears streamed down her face.

Hearing Lan'er's longing for her mother, Ronglu couldn't bear it and comforted her, saying, "I can find a way for you."

After careful planning, Ronglu not only ensured Lan'er's safe departure from the palace, fulfilling her wish, but also accompanied her on her journey. Naturally, Lan'er was deeply grateful for the family reunion and Ronglu's considerate actions.

After this incident, Lan'er also realized Ronglu's love for her. As she grew older, she gradually came to understand the feelings of love between a man and a woman, and their affection deepened day by day. They often spent time together under the flowers and moon, their figures intertwined.

Even the chilly wind and falling snow couldn't cool their burning passion. The young lovers nestled together in their small storage room, whispering sweet nothings, their hearts entwined in blissful intimacy. One was like dry wood meeting a raging fire; the other, innocent and naive, found their transgression a manifestation of love in words and gestures.

Ronglu greedily inhaled the scent of perfume on Lan'er's face; he lightly touched his lips to her delicate, soft cheeks. Lan'er felt as if a spring breeze was caressing her face—warm, delicate, intoxicating, and ethereal…and a little prickly, itchy. That indescribable feeling brought a sense of complete relaxation, yet also a restless tension.

Ronglu's hands, restless, slipped inside Lan'er's clothes, searching both deftly and clumsily. One by one, the buttons of Lan'er's cotton-padded jacket came undone, until she felt a cool sensation on her chest. Her small breasts, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, were now covered by Ronglu's large palm. Lan'er felt a wave of shyness, as if all around her were watching, greedy, and mocking eyes, making her hastily press her chest against Ronglu's chest to try and cover herself.

The newly developed breasts were just slightly protruding mounds of flesh, but Ronglu's palms could keenly feel the tip of the breast hardening and trembling. With each slight movement, it felt as if it were scratching the tender flesh in his palm. Ronglu, his emotions surging, felt a restless urge in his groin, like a trapped beast struggling desperately.

Lan'er, lost in passion, felt her whole body burning and weakening, her lower abdomen churning. An irresistible urge, emanating from a place that made her blush and her heart race, seemed to be driving her to seek release through twisting movements and soft moans.

Ronglu's groin tightened to its limit with excitement. At this moment, he no longer cared about palace rules; even with a knife to his throat, he couldn't stop.

"Hiss!" Ronglu roughly tore off Lan'er's lower garment. "Ah... Brother Rong..." Lan'er felt a chill in her lower body, followed by a warm current emanating from Ronglu's palm, which was pressed against her vulva, making her feel both comfortable and shy.

Lan'er's smooth, delicate vulva was sparsely covered with a few fine hairs, and Ronglu's touch found it to be warm and slightly damp. Ronglu's rapid breathing carried a slight growl as he rolled over, pulled his pants down halfway, spread Lan'er's thighs, and pressed his trembling penis against her vulva.

Ronglu's series of hasty movements left Lan'er no time to react before she felt something hard rubbing and protruding at the entrance of her vagina. She felt an indescribable tingling sensation, followed by a piercing pain.

"Ah... Ah... Brother Rong... It hurts... Ah... No... No... Ugh... Ah..." Lan'er twisted her lower body, struggling and pushing away with all her might. Lan'er couldn't help but wonder why what she had vaguely hoped for during the caresses was actually this painful.

At this moment, Ronglu's emotions were so high that he was almost frantic. He ignored Lan'er's cries and struggles, only seeking self-release. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Lan'er's waist, and he pressed his hips down hard, forcing his penis into the narrow crevice.

Perhaps it was because the virgin's vagina was narrow and tight; perhaps it was the tension in his emotions, but as soon as Ronglu's glans squeezed into the vaginal opening, he felt a tingling and chilling sensation, and then, unable to resist the tingling and itching, he ejaculated thick streams of semen.

Lan'er felt as if her vaginal opening was being stretched open and torn, the pain as if her lower body had suddenly been detached. But in Ronglu's rapid breathing, she felt a warm swelling in her vagina, and a hot flow rolled and churned inside. And to her slight relief, Ronglu's penis seemed to be no longer trying to penetrate.

At this moment, Lan'er's mind was in turmoil. She felt the sorrow of losing her virginity, and also the warmth flowing inside her vagina, bringing her a slight, unsatisfying pleasure. Lan'er thought, half-understanding, "...If only there were no pain...only the final pleasure...how wonderful that would be..."

Ronglu's clarity after the emotional outburst made him realize the trouble he had caused, and how utterly incompetent he was. He lowered his head and licked the tears from Lan'er's cheeks, murmuring, "...Lan'er...I love you...Lan'er...I'm sorry...Lan'er..."

Perhaps between a man and a woman, just one word, "love," can cover up everything that shouldn't be done. Hearing the soft words of love in Lan'er's ear, the pain and consequences of their affair vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace. However, they both knew that their circumstances and social status would make this relationship difficult, even hopeless, but they didn't want to think about it too much; perhaps happiness was the most important thing now.

Lan'er had initially imagined the palace to be filled with music, dance, fine clothes, and delicacies, but upon entering, she felt the profound loneliness and isolation of a noble family. In this moment of emptiness, Ronglu entered her life, igniting her inner feelings like a spark igniting a wildfire—perhaps a form of solace, or perhaps a form of anesthesia.

After this intimate encounter, Lan'er and Ronglu's relationship deepened, becoming inseparable. They began to meet secretly, embrace secretly, and indulge in secret passions…

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Time flies, and four years passed in the blink of an eye.

Lan'er was seventeen years old. Her former beauty remained, but with age and the nourishment of desire, her awkwardness and naivety had faded, replaced by a poised and confident demeanor. She was intelligent, shrewd, and worldly-wise.

In the fourth year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, an edict was issued to the palace: "...because the Empress is unable to bear children, another concubine will be chosen to compensate for her infertility..." This news was a rare opportunity for the palace maids, and seventeen women were already listed in the edict's register, Lan'er being one of them.

Lan'er was overjoyed upon learning this, but the thought of Ronglu immediately dashed her joy, replaced by hesitation and sorrow. Being summoned by the Emperor was certainly a good thing; however, it was impossible to be with Ronglu again. Putting aside physical pleasure, their relationship, which had lasted for over three years, couldn't be easily severed.

After several internal struggles, Lan'er finally decided to accept the summons. She thought to herself, "...Being summoned doesn't mean I'll be chosen as a concubine... Even if I'm not chosen, I can still be with Ronglu..." However, Lan'er never told Ronglu about the summons; they simply kept it to themselves.

On the day of the concubine selection, the Emperor had already arrived quite some time ago, and the other summoned palace maids had all bowed to him. As Emperor Xianfeng was calling roll, Lan'er arrived late, calmly bowing to the Emperor. Lan'er was dressed plainly, without even makeup or rouge. She thought that this way, the Emperor would not choose her, thus neither disobeying the decree nor hindering her continued relationship with Ronglu.

Emperor Xianfeng was usually surrounded by women adorned with gold and silver, heavily made up. But now, she was a girl dressed simply yet elegantly, beautiful yet not overtly seductive, who stood out among the crowd.

Emperor Xianfeng saw her eyes, brimming with youthful charm, and her cherry-red lips, so alluring they seemed almost too beautiful to look away. He gazed at her intently for a long while before finally snapping out of his

reverie and telling her to rise. It was love at first sight for Xianfeng to meet Lan'er. And since the Empress had gone to Cining Palace to see the Empress Dowager, Xianfeng, without hesitation, ordered all the summoned concubines to return home, leaving only Lan'er behind.

Lan'er was puzzled that the Emperor had kept her behind for questioning, but seeing the way he was staring at her, she felt reassured and relaxed.

She bowed again, and Xianfeng gently helped her up, saying, "Rise and stand aside."

He asked, "Are you called Lan'er? I've never seen you before." Xianfeng felt it was a waste that he hadn't noticed such a beautiful woman in the palace sooner.

Lan'er blushed slightly under Xianfeng's gaze and lowered her head, replying, "This servant entered the palace three years ago. Because Your Majesty has not summoned me regularly, Your Majesty does not recognize me."

Xianfeng couldn't help but tease, "So, it's my fault!"

Lan'er said fearfully, "This servant wouldn't dare!"

Xianfeng laughed even more heartily, "Very well! I grant you acquittal. However, I want you to raise your head so I can take a closer look."

Upon hearing Xianfeng's kind tone, Lan'er slowly raised her head.

Lan'er's rosy cheeks and alluring eyes captivated Xianfeng, making him increasingly enamored with her beauty. His gaze burned with a fiery intensity, causing Lan'er to blush shyly and lower her head.

Xianfeng, realizing his embarrassment, quickly asked to smooth things over, "Judging from your appearance, you must be Manchu!"

"My late father, 'Nara,' whose given name was 'Huizheng,' was a deputy general who died in office. I followed him to his post, and thus lived in the Jiangnan region for a long time."

Xianfeng then softly praised, "No wonder you appear to be a northern beauty, yet possess the gentle charm of a southern woman. Excellent! Excellent!" He then gently stroked Lan'er's delicate hand with obvious affection.

Lan'er, of course, knew what Emperor Xianfeng was planning. She was both happy and nervous about this favor, and for a moment, she completely forgot about her past relationship with Ronglu.

The eunuch beside her, knowing that this amorous emperor was about to find pleasure in Lan'er again, discreetly slipped away. Emperor Xianfeng, holding Lan'er's hand, naturally led her towards the imperial bedchamber.

Lan'er was no longer the virgin she once was. She had full breasts, a supple waist, long, shapely legs, and thick, glossy pubic hair. More importantly, her countless experiences with Ronglu had given her a deeper understanding of matters between men and women, and she knew how to please the emperor so that both of them could enjoy sexual pleasure. Lan'er's only concern was concealing the fact that she was no longer a virgin.

Upon arriving at the bedchamber, Emperor Xianfeng eagerly embraced the blushing Lan'er, gently and skillfully undressing her. Emperor Xianfeng had done this kind of erotic deed countless times before, but strangely, today he felt particularly excited. His heart pounded faster and faster as Lan'er's clothes were gradually removed.

When Lan'er's clothes were completely off, her snow-white and delicate skin, her pink breasts like freshly peeled chicken heads... made even the seasoned Xianfeng, who was used to such things, feel his blood boil and he panted heavily. In a few quick movements, he removed the cumbersome robes himself, and his manhood was already erect and trembling, ready for anything.

The emperor was indeed extraordinary. Although Lan'er had seen Ronglu's penis before, Xianfeng's was thicker and longer than Ronglu's. Perhaps the emperor had a special way of "raising chickens"! Lan'er couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at the sight of Xianfeng's penis, secretly wondering if she could handle it.

While he was pondering, Xianfeng's mouth was already on Lan'er's nipple, licking it with his tongue, grinding it with his teeth, and sucking it hard; his left hand kneaded her right breast, while his right hand rubbed against her vulva.

A tingling heat flowed through Lan'er's body, revealing passionate states wherever it passed: furrowed brows, closed eyes, half-open lips, soft moans, erect nipples... then gradually accumulated in her lower abdomen and dantian, making her feel as if she were in a furnace, yet unable to move an inch.

"Ah...Long live...Master...Ugh...No...Hmm...No...Hmm...It itches...So embarrassing...Ah...People...Hmm..." Lan'er's gentle moans, of course, did not make Xianfeng slow down at all, but instead intensified his lust, making him even more frantic in his caresses and lewd movements.

Xianfeng wished he had an extra mouth to lick and suck between her breasts, occasionally letting out ecstatic "tsk! tsk! tsk!" sounds as if savoring a delicious treat. Xianfeng's right thumb massaged her clitoris; his middle finger, following the slippery lubrication, gently moved in and out of Lan'er's vagina.

"Mmm...no...oh...it's so itchy...ah...no..." Lan'er murmured dreamily, but she could clearly and keenly feel the hard knuckles of his fingers effectively scratching the itchy spot, even penetrating deeper, touching the corners that drove her mad.

As Xianfeng smeared his hands, still wet with her semen, on Lan'er's vulva, he leaned close to her cheek, gently kissing and soothingly saying, "Lan'er, I'm going to insert my penis into your vagina. It will hurt a little at first, but as long as you relax and bear it, you'll naturally feel the pleasure of intercourse." Xianfeng was indeed a seasoned lover; his gentle, soft words always had a hypnotic effect, making the beauty beneath him nod in agreement.

Lan'er's lust had long since surged like a tidal wave, her heart screaming, "Quickly...quickly...insert it...insert it hard..." But her mouth pleaded, "Your Majesty...please be gentle...this servant...is afraid...can't take it..." To be honest, Lan'er's eyes caught a glimpse of the bright red glans, and she was indeed a little frightened.

Xianfeng knelt between Lan'er's legs, casually placing a pillow under her buttocks, and then spread her legs wide, exposing every detail of her vulva. It was as if, through the "O"-shaped vaginal opening, one could glimpse the slowly writhing, moist vaginal walls.

"Long live...Master...I'm so ashamed...Don't...look like that...ah..." Lan'er naturally covered her face with her hands. This shy yet utterly lewd expression seemed to give Xianfeng a sadistic pleasure.

Xianfeng lowered his body, guiding his penis against the vaginal opening, first gently rubbing the glans against it to get some moisture, then slowly lowering his waist to push the glans into the vagina.

From the initial caresses to the details before penetration, Xianfeng's actions made Lan'er compare him to Ronglu. Lan'er felt that everything Xianfeng did to her was appropriate and effective in arousing her desire, unlike Ronglu's brute force that only sought his own gratification. Lan'er seemed to foresee that this intercourse would bring even greater pleasure.

"Ah...it hurts...ah ah...be gentle...Long live...Master...be gentle..." Although Lan'er was not a virgin, her cries of pain this time were genuine. It was because Xianfeng's penis was indeed incredibly thick, and as it squeezed in inch by inch, although it was not the stinging pain of deflowering, the tightness of her vaginal opening, which she had not yet adapted to, made her feel as if her vaginal opening was being torn apart.

Although the beauty's cries made Xianfeng feel sorry for her, he could clearly feel the warmth and moisture inside her vagina, as well as the soft, sucking-like movements, which made Xianfeng unable to suppress his desire. He only wanted to go deeper, to let his entire penis, and even his whole body, feel the tightness of being wrapped in her narrow, moist uterus, that distant and vague memory.

"Ah...Long live...Your...Mmm...So big...This servant...Ah...Can't...Take it...Ah..." Lan'er's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched the sheets spasmodically, enduring the increasing pleasure amidst the tension.

"Mmm ah!" When the penis was fully inserted, Xianfeng cheered with relief. After a brief pause, he began to slowly thrust, his breath coming in short gasps as he murmured, "Lan'er...Your...little hole...is so tight...so...comfortable...so comfortable...I will bestow upon you...the title of Noble...Consort...From now on...you must...always...accompany...me..." Although it was lewd talk in bed, it was still a king's word, a golden promise.

"Mmm...Mmm...Ah..." Lan'er responded weakly to Xianfeng's thrusts, a promise, and also a thank you. The throbbing penis inside her vagina gave her an irreplaceable pleasure. Her hands gradually tightened around Xianfeng's shoulders and neck, a yearning for more intense movements welling up inside her, and she involuntarily began to twist and sway her hips.

Lan'er's undulating lower body made Xianfeng's thrusts smoother, faster, and more forceful. The point of contact made a splashing sound during the thrusting; the skin hitting each other made a slapping sound, mingling with moans of "Mmm... Ah...", as if playing a symphony of debauchery.

After nearly an incense stick's time, the repeated piston-like movements brought Xianfeng's accumulated energy to a critical point. A sudden tingling sensation in his lower back caused him to ejaculate thick streams of hot semen during his rapid thrusting. His penis, still sharp, pushed the semen like an oil pump, rushing deep into Lan'er's uterus. "Haaah...uh..." Xian Feng gasped and convulsed, his hands squeezing Lan'er's breasts tightly, as if he wanted to crush them.

During their continuous, intense lovemaking, Lan'er was already lost in ecstasy, her mind wandering to the heavens. Xian Feng's hot semen, while elevating her orgasms, was merely icing on the cake, better than nothing...

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After a night of passionate lovemaking, Lan'er had become Emperor Xianfeng's most favored concubine, and he, as promised, bestowed upon her the title of Noble Lady. Not long after, Lan'er became pregnant and gave birth to a healthy boy.

The news sent shivers down the spines of the palace, with everyone offering congratulations. Emperor Xianfeng was overjoyed, while Ronglu felt his heart bleeding—but what could he do?

The little boy was immediately named Crown Prince and given the name "Zai." Noble Lady Lan, because of this son, became an Imperial Noble Consort and changed her name to "Empress Dowager Cixi."

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: The author's question:

I've read several unofficial histories that describe an affair between Cixi and Ronglu, even suggesting they had physical intimacy. However, what's strange is that Cixi didn't conceive for several years, but instead became pregnant and gave birth after Emperor Xianfeng's visits a few times.

Whether it was Cixi and Ronglu's effective contraception, or their genuine love that involved only holding hands, or perhaps there was no romantic relationship at all... I humbly request knowledgeable individuals to clarify this.

But despite the doubts, the story continues; let's assume they had an affair. Please, knowledgeable netizens, don't accuse me of making this up, haha!

(II)

On the first birthday of the Tongzhi Emperor, the Xianfeng Emperor was overjoyed and extremely proud of his son, so he held a lavish state banquet to celebrate the prince's birthday. Lan'er, now the Cixi Consort, sat beside the Xianfeng Emperor, attending him on his right, her face beaming with a happy smile.

The eunuch Li Lianying, a man with a strong desire for power, had some knowledge of the Cixi Consort's background after years in the palace. Li Lianying understood that with Cixi currently enjoying the Xianfeng Emperor's favor, she would inevitably climb the ranks and gain control of everything in the palace.

Li Lianying thought to himself that if he wanted a good life in the palace in the future, he must curry favor with Consort Cixi. So, when the Emperor and other ministers were talking, Li Lianying would secretly strike up a conversation with Consort Cixi,

pretending to be indifferent. Cixi, seeing Li Lianying's quick wit, simply found him a conversationalist, someone who could alleviate the boredom in the lonely palace. From then on, Cixi and Li Lianying grew closer, and Cixi even affectionately called him "Little Li."

However, throughout history, few emperors have truly been devoted to one woman, and Emperor Xianfeng was no exception. Xianfeng gradually distanced himself from Cixi, turning his attention to four women from Jiangnan in the Yuanmingyuan Garden, whom he affectionately called the "Four Springs." These "Four Springs" were named "Peony Spring," "Apricot Grove Spring," "Wuling Spring," and "Begonia Spring"—names given to them by Xianfeng.

Emperor Xianfeng spent his days indulging in pleasure at the Yuanmingyuan Garden and with his concubines, occasionally engaging in open-air sexual acts, replacing the tranquil sounds of the garden with vulgar language and replacing its beautiful flowers, trees, and carved buildings with a life of debauchery.

In the Kunning Palace of the Forbidden City, Empress Niohuru seemed to live a life of solitude, but her dignified and reserved nature prevented her from showing her anger at her husband's infidelity.

However, Empress Dowager Cixi was different. She rose from poverty to experience the extravagance of the palace, eventually becoming a Noble Consort. This meteoric rise fueled her ambition, driven by the desire to maintain her current position and the allure of power, which compelled her to strive for advancement.

Furthermore, the nights of passionate lovemaking during Emperor Xianfeng's favor allowed Empress Dowager Cixi to fully experience the pleasures of sexual intercourse. Although she dared not say it aloud, she was addicted to the thrill and climax, appearing chaste on the surface but utterly licentious at heart.

Therefore, Cixi could not bear the feeling of being suddenly plunged from the highest heavens to the deepest abyss. In addition, Li Zi added fuel to the fire, even offering her advice. When all her seductive charms failed to hold back Emperor Xianfeng's restless heart, she accepted Li Zi's suggestion: "...If the 'Four Springs' are not eliminated, the Emperor will not return...and even the 'suppression of the Six Palaces' cannot be allowed..." 'Suppression of the Six Palaces'—what an alluring and desirable phrase!

Little Li once told Empress Dowager Cixi, "...As far as I know, 'Peony Spring' had a lover before entering the palace. However, I am not sure at the moment. If we can dig up their shameful past, at best they can be expelled from the palace, and at worst they could lose their lives..."

So, Cixi pretended to be very humble and approached the "Four Springs," using all sorts of methods to learn everything about them, trying to find some leverage to attack them. Just as Little Li said, "...Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle..."

Sure enough, Cixi not only discovered that "Peony Spring" did indeed have a cousin and lover before entering the palace, named "Gong Banlun," who was an advisor to the British businessman Wade in Shanghai. Moreover, in casual conversation, the "Four Springs" also openly discussed their pleasures in bed with Emperor Xianfeng, which not only made Cixi feel disgusted but also aroused her long-dormant lust.

The cold, lonely bed kept Cixi awake at night. She seemed to hear Emperor Xianfeng's soft whispers and heavy breathing in her ear… she seemed to hear her own pleasurable moans and cries… she thought of Emperor Xianfeng's thick, erect penis… she thought of Ronglu… Unconsciously, Cixi's hand slipped inside her clothes, pinching her as Emperor Xianfeng had pinched her; it slipped between her legs, probing like Ronglu's fingers… Then, amidst spasms and tremors, she drifted into a deep sleep.

As dawn broke, Little Li, as usual, went to Cixi's bedchamber to help her dress, prepare her clothes, and await her orders. This was the duty of a eunuch, a privilege granted by Cixi. Without any hesitation, Xiao Li approached the bedside. In the dim light of dawn, he saw that Cixi's clothes were open, her full breasts standing proudly, rising and falling slightly with her breath. Her lower garment, pulled down to her knees, revealed her snow-white, smooth thighs, her pubic hair, and her prominent mons pubis. Upon closer inspection, Cixi's vulva and pubic hair were not only covered in moisture, like morning dew, but the sheets were also muddy, as if a flood had just receded.

This alluring sight made Xiao Li, who had just been cleansed, blush and feel hot and agitated. However, his penis could not stand erect, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "...Fate is playing tricks on me...Fate is playing tricks on me..." One was lonely and desperately seeking comfort; the other was in the midst of beauty but unable to satisfy her desires. However, driven by male instinct, Xiao Li disregarded the master-servant relationship and reached out a trembling hand to caress the nipples on Cixi's breasts.

In the secluded chambers of the palace, many concubines had fallen out of favor. A few, unable to suppress their yearning, had tempted Xiao Li Zi to "serve" them. Firstly, besides palace maids, eunuchs were among the closest to the concubines; secondly, having affairs with eunuchs meant less fear of pregnancy and trouble. Although eunuchs couldn't truly satisfy their sexual desires, it was absolutely safe, better than nothing.

A series of electric-like tingling sensations and pleasures gradually roused Cixi from her erotic dream. At first, she thought it was a dream, both real and unreal, but her desire surged rapidly, and she even slightly twisted and moaned. When Cixi sensed something was amiss, she opened her eyes and saw Xiao Li Zi staring at her intently, caressing her.

Empress Dowager Cixi reacted naturally, grabbing Li Zi's hand to shake it off. But in a flash, she suddenly reversed her grip, pressing his palm against her breast, and said softly, "Li Zi! You're so bold, daring to be so presumptuous! Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

Li Zi, while gently rubbing his hand, grinned and said, "As long as Your Majesty is happy, this servant would gladly die." He lightly pinched Cixi's firm breasts and asked, "Does Your Majesty feel comfortable like this?"

"...Mmm...Oh..." Waves of pleasurable caresses made Cixi's breathing quicken as she hummed, "...Mmm...Where...did...you...learn...mmm...so...good...so...good...touching...mmm...harder...mmm...so good...ahhh..."

Little Li moved one hand away, rubbing the smooth skin as he slowly moved it down to her lower abdomen. Unable to resist the wonderful sensation, he blurted out, "Your Majesty's skin is so smooth, so tender, a thousand times better than any of the other concubines..."

Little Li's slip of the tongue was immediately noticed by Empress Dowager Cixi, who was lost in her reverie. A hypothetical scenario flashed through her mind, and she reached out towards Little Li's crotch, scolding him with a slight reproach, "So you weren't castrated..." Before she could finish speaking, Cixi's hand grasped empty air, and the excitement that was about to rise instantly plummeted.

Little Li, perhaps used to such awkward situations, merely shrank back slightly, allowing Cixi's hand to search for his "treasure" between his legs, his face showing only a fleeting sense of inferiority and regret. Little Li explained, "Your Majesty, this servant truly was castrated, although..." Little Li hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Although this servant lacks what a man should have, I have ways to bring Your Majesty pleasure..." At this moment, Little Li's middle finger had already probed into Cixi's vagina, fiddling with it.

"Mmm...mmm..." The spot where Xiao Li was fiddling with was precisely where Cixi was unbearably itchy from long-awaited abstinence. With just a slight touch, Cixi felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but twist her trembling waist and hips, welcoming Xiao Li's fingers. In her rapid breathing, she moaned and groaned: "Mmm...harder...with...mmm...deeper...ah...again...again...mmm...yes...oh...good...mmm..."

Xiao Li's "finger-flicking skill" was indeed extraordinary. First, his middle finger "pointed straight to the center," then he added his index finger to form a "sword gesture," and now it had become a three-finger "penetrating hand" rotating in Cixi's wet and slippery vagina. Under the onslaught of these moves, Cixi could only pant rapidly and scream in a soft voice, but she had no chance to fight back.

A continuous stream of wetness poured from the vulva, wetting Little Li's palms, spreading throughout the entire vulva, and soaking a large area of the mattress…

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Before the Anglo-French invasion of the Qing Dynasty, the Anglo-French alliance negotiated with the Qing government, but failed to reach a peace agreement, causing Emperor Xianfeng great distress and annoyance.

Empress Dowager Cixi seized this opportunity to advise Emperor Xianfeng, saying, "Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about negotiating with the Anglo-French anymore. Your Majesty can entrust this to Gong Banlun!"

Emperor Xianfeng was puzzled and asked, "Who is Gong Banlun?"

"Oh, so Your Majesty knows nothing! Then I really shouldn't have said anything…" Empress Dowager Cixi deliberately kept him in suspense.

Emperor Xianfeng, slightly annoyed, demanded, "What exactly happened? Speak!"

"Gong Banlun is an advisor to the Englishman Wade, and the British trust him greatly… He's 'Peony Spring's' cousin…" Cixi feigned guilt, her voice trailing off, "…I heard 'Peony Spring' had a relationship with him before entering the palace…" *Smack!* Emperor Xianfeng slammed his hand on the table, shouting furiously, "Guards… Imprison 'Peony Spring'… I want to question her myself…"

Perhaps in Emperor Xianfeng's mind, disciplining a woman unfaithful to him seemed more important than negotiating with the Anglo-French powers, but he was also happy to remove a thorn in Cixi's side, for Emperor Xianfeng was back by her side.

Soon after, the Anglo-French allied forces advanced on Beijing, causing widespread panic in the city. Emperor Xianfeng certainly had a knack for romance and debauchery, but dealing with foreigners left him helpless. Therefore, the task of reviewing memorials and drafting imperial edicts was entrusted to Empress Dowager Cixi. A special jade seal bearing the inscription "Tongdaotang" was even made for her; any edict bearing this seal was considered equivalent to an imperial approval.

In this way, Emperor Xianfeng was happy to remain out of the loop, indulging in his dream of a peaceful cowardly life, while Cixi took her first step into political involvement.

Later, as the situation became increasingly tense, in the tenth year of Xianfeng's reign, the emperor, empress, ministers, and concubines all fled the palace to Rehe for refuge.

After Xianfeng and his entourage arrived in Rehe, Gong Banlun led dozens of British soldiers into the Yuanmingyuan Garden, searching for his beloved cousin, "Peony Spring." At this time, "Peony Spring" was still imprisoned. Unable to find her, Gong Banlun, in a fit of anger, ordered the Yuanmingyuan Garden to be burned down.

"Xinghua Chun" was shot and killed by British troops while trying to escape; "Haitang Chun," unable to find help, committed suicide by drowning in Fuhai Lake; even "Wuling Chun" hanged herself in her room. Only "Mudan Chun" was rescued safely. This news later reached the imperial palace in Rehe, where Emperor Xianfeng was so grief-stricken he nearly fainted, while Empress Dowager Cixi secretly chuckled.

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Due to Emperor Xianfeng's weak character, the power struggles among his ministers were quite fierce, with Su Shun being the most powerful minister. He saw that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, especially after the deaths of three of the "Four Springs" and the departure of one, coupled with Emperor Xianfeng's increased favor towards Empress Dowager Cixi, which caused him great anxiety.

However, Su Shun, experienced in power struggles, quickly learned how to deal with the situation, thus eliminating the threat at its root and resolving the problem once and for all. Su Shun was determined to use his beauty to seize Empress Dowager Cixi's place in Emperor Xianfeng's heart. He secretly dispatched many people to search for a suitable woman, and soon found one. The

woman Su Shun sought was a widow with bound feet from Shanxi. At the time, Shanxi women with bound feet were famous throughout the country. They not only had fair skin, seemingly boneless, but also very full and rounded hips, truly captivating those who indulged in sensual pleasures. The widow Cao that Su Shun found was one of the most outstanding beauties with bound feet. Especially striking was the way she walked—her lotus-like steps were graceful, her hips swaying slightly; even before she arrived, her fragrance filled the air. Although the "Four Springs" of the Yuanmingyuan Garden were also beauties with bound feet, their hips were all thin and flat, completely unable to compare to the allure of the widow Cao.

Su Shun was convinced that Widow Cao could withstand Empress Dowager Cixi, so he kept her in his residence and arranged for her to meet Emperor Xianfeng. Sure enough, when Xianfeng saw Widow Cao, he was immediately captivated by her beauty and, of course, couldn't contain his desire.

As soon as Su Shun excused himself and dismissed the guards and servants, Xianfeng, right there at the banquet, embraced Widow Cao tightly, kissing and inhaling her passionately. Widow Cao, in turn, teased Xianfeng with a mixture of resistance and desire, fueling his lust and making him unable to resist.

Widow Cao's most powerful weapon was her voluptuous and delicate body, and she was adept at using it. Using a coy demeanor, she intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her breasts against Xianfeng's chest; that soft, light touch felt like a thousand pounds to Xianfeng, like a thunderbolt.

"Hiss...hiss..." Emperor Xianfeng, in a frenzy, tore open Cao's clothes and bodice, revealing two plump mounds of flesh that bounced and swelled, their snow-white color dazzling his eyes.

"Ah! Your Majesty...no..." Cao feigned shyness, covering her chest with her hands, yet pressing herself closer like a little bird.

"Come! Let me see..." Emperor Xianfeng gently moved Cao's elbow, and Cao offered no resistance, allowing her proud breasts to be fully exposed. Even the seasoned Emperor Xianfeng couldn't help but swallow hard, praising, "Good, good! As the saying goes, 'A little more is too fat, a little less is too thin,' good! good..." He then began rubbing his index finger and thumb against her nipples.

The wanton Cao and the impetuous Emperor Xianfeng were evenly matched, their strengths evenly matched. In no time, Cao's nipples hardened from soft to firm, turning from pale pink to scarlet. Xian Feng could even feel tiny fleshy buds sprouting from the nipples like bamboo shoots after rain, their texture rough yet delicate; firm yet tender.

"Mmm... Your Majesty... mmm... touching... rubbing... mmm... so... comfortable... mmm... ah..." At this point, Cao seemed to have forgotten to maintain her composure. The surging desire within her compelled her to release it with moans and soft gasps. The heat within her body flowed through her limbs and gradually gathered in her lower abdomen, forming a tingling, itchy spring deep within Cao's vagina.

Widow Cao's face was flushed like the sunset, her whole body trembling and spasming. Her nostrils, slightly damp with sweat, flared with each breath, revealing an intense lust. Her hands moved freely, rubbing and kneading her plump thighs, gradually searching for her target.

"Ah!" Widow Cao's fingers, through her clothes, circled and grasped Xian Feng's hard member. A surge of delighted surprise, like finding a treasure, filled her heart with joy and excitement. The enormous penis, a rare sight among men, ignited her desire, and she was immediately lost in anticipation and fantasies of its insertion. Widow Cao seemed to anticipate that ecstatic sensation, and her fingers involuntarily began to greedily stroke it.

Although Xian Feng was surprised by Widow Cao's initiative, the pleasurable sensation of rubbing his penis fueled his passion, causing him to hastily free one hand to undo his belt. Seeing Xian Feng's eager and flustered expression, Widow Cao couldn't help but smile coquettishly, then reached out to help.

"Whoosh!" The penis, like a dragon freed from its cage, stood proudly erect. Widow Cao, seeing it, was indeed extraordinary; an inexplicable impulse made her involuntarily lower her head to kiss it. "Tsk! Tsk! Hmm!" Widow Cao carefully licked the scarlet glans with the tip of her tongue, occasionally opening her small mouth to suck and tease it, making Xian Feng tremble with a mixture of itchiness and aching.

"...Quick...Quick, stop teasing...Oh...So comfortable...Oh...Quick...Let me...insert...insert...into...your...hmm...Quick..." Xian Feng, suppressing extreme excitement, urged her with a flushed face and panting breath, his hands still rubbing against Widow Cao's bare back.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Widow Cao said playfully, then got up, straddling Xian Feng's thighs with her legs apart. Her thick pubic hair almost obscured the entrance to her vagina, but the penis seemed to handle it with ease, disappearing between her legs in a flash. "Sizzle!" At the moment of contact, both of them cried out "Ah!" at the same time, as if time had stood still. The tightness, fullness, swelling, and heat filled their hearts with an indescribable pleasure.

Widow Cao's plump, snow-white, rounded buttocks rose and fell rhythmically. She could feel her labia shifting with each movement; she could feel the penis contracting and throbbing inside her vagina; the glans pounded powerfully, as if it would launch her into the sky.

Xianfeng's hands were busy caressing Widow Cao's body, his lips were busy intercepting her bouncing breasts, and he seemed unsatisfied, thrusting his lower body forward as if he wanted to pierce her body with his penis, pushing upwards heavily.

Xianfeng's penis thrust rapidly in and out of her wet vagina, the rounded tip scraping against the vaginal walls, creating waves of pleasurable friction. Widow Cao moaned ecstatically, but still didn't forget to arch her lower abdomen to welcome the rapidly thrusting penis into her vagina. She felt a tingling numbness all over her body, light and airy, as if she were flying.

As soon as Xian Feng felt a sudden, tingling sensation in his penis, he gripped Cao's waist tightly and began a frenzied thrusting. He then pressed himself close to her, breathing heavily. Cao felt Xian Feng's penis deeply inside her. Although there was no thrusting motion, the throbbing of the glans and the contraction of the shaft gave her a unique pleasure.

Suddenly, a surge of hot fluid rushed into her vagina without warning. "Ah! Hmm! Oh!" Their excited cries rose and fell in trembling, convulsing sounds…

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After their first experience of lovemaking, Cao's seductive skills in bed drove Xian Feng to a state of ecstasy and near-ecstasy. After several encounters with Cao, she became pregnant.

According to the ancestral rules of the Qing Dynasty, Han women were not originally allowed to be made concubines. However, once a woman had a child, in order to maintain the imperial bloodline, the widow Cao was to be made a Noble Consort.

This matter threw Empress Dowager Cixi into a panic. After calmly considering the situation, she realized that her power was in jeopardy. So she went to see the Empress and said, "Your Majesty is becoming more and more outrageous. While this foreign devil is forcing our court, instead of focusing on handling state affairs, you are bringing in a Han woman. That's not all; the woman is a widow. It is said that before she had dealings with Your Majesty, she was a prostitute. Now that she is pregnant, Your Majesty wants to bring her into the palace. Doesn't this disrupt the system? If word gets out, it will surely be a laughing stock for the people."

Empress Niohuru was originally a very kind person. After hearing Cixi's words, she did not expect Cixi's ulterior motives and said, "Your Majesty's actions are indeed wrong. I will go and talk to him about this." Upon hearing this, Cixi was amused and wanted to laugh.

However, when the Empress met the Emperor, she kindly said, "The deed is done. As the ruler of the country, you cannot abandon someone you started with. Therefore, we should bring that woman back to the palace and bestow upon her the title of concubine after she gives birth. However, this matter has already greatly damaged Your Majesty's reputation. I hope Your Majesty will be more restrained in the future to avoid being ridiculed by the people."

Faced with these righteous and stern words, Emperor Xianfeng was displeased but had no reason to refuse and could only agree.

Upon hearing this outcome, Empress Dowager Cixi exclaimed, "This is bad!" and became increasingly depressed and gloomy. Fortunately, Li Zi gave her a suggestion and secretly poisoned Cao Widow's food to cause her to miscarry.

Many people did not believe that the usually healthy Cao Widow would miscarry, especially Emperor Xianfeng, who suspected that Empress Dowager Cixi was behind it, but he had not found any evidence.

From then on, Emperor Xianfeng no longer trusted Empress Dowager Cixi. Besides the miscarriage of Widow Cao, the reason was that since Cixi took control of the "Tongxiaotang Seal" and was responsible for approving memorials and edicts, her ambition to seize power had slowly become apparent. Her wit and decisiveness, in particular, frightened Xianfeng. He felt such a woman would be a scourge, yet he dared not take any action to refute her.

(Part Three, The End)

After fleeing to Rehe, Xianfeng was torn between worrying about the fall of his country and the destruction of his family, and in his despair, he indulged himself. Meanwhile, Su Shun, in an attempt to curry favor with the emperor, repeatedly used his beauty to try and win Xianfeng's heart.

The poor Xianfeng revelled in Rehe for nearly a hundred days, and under the double-edged sword of wine and women, his body finally collapsed, and he fell seriously ill. On the 16th day of the seventh month of the eleventh year of Emperor Xianfeng's reign, knowing he could no longer prolong his life, Emperor Xianfeng summoned his ministers to the palace. He drafted an edict establishing Zaichun as Crown Prince and also wrote a secret letter, which he gave to Empress Dowager Niohuru.

Emperor Xianfeng told the Empress, "...Consort Yi (Empress Dowager Cixi) is extremely ambitious and ruthless. After I am gone, if anything unusual happens, you must eliminate her first. This secret letter contains my signature; you can use it to order the Imperial Guards to carry it out..."

Empress Dowager Niohuru looked at the letter and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty must have misread it! Consort Yi is a very good person; everyone in the palace praises her..."

Emperor Xianfeng knew he couldn't convince the Empress immediately and could only say, "I absolutely cannot be wrong. Today, only I can kill her. After I am gone, no one will be able to do anything to her. Alas!..."

The next day, Emperor Xianfeng died.

Zai Chun ascended the throne according to the imperial edict, becoming Emperor Muzong. Following ancestral custom, Empress Dowager Cixi was honored as Empress Dowager Ci'an, while Consort Yi was honored as Empress Dowager Cixi. Later generations referred to them as "Eastern Empress Dowager (Cian)" and "Western Empress Dowager (Cixi)," respectively.

Although Cixi had become the Western Empress Dowager, she was still not satisfied, as Su Shun still held the reins of power. Whenever the Eastern and Western Empress Dowagers inquired about the funeral arrangements, Su Shun would always say, "...This matter will be handled by your humble servant and the princes and ministers; there is no need for the two Empress Dowagers to concern themselves with it..."

Furthermore, Su Shun ordered all the soldiers under his command, the Jianrui Battalion of Firearms, to surround the Rehe Imperial Palace, ostensibly for guarding and protecting it, but in reality to sever all communication between the two palaces and the outside world.

On the day of Emperor Xianfeng's death, a will was issued ordering Prince Gong Yixin to handle the funeral arrangements. However, just as Prince Gong was about to depart, he received an imperial edict from Su Shun preventing him from going. As Emperor Xianfeng's younger brother, he was naturally required to be part of the funeral procession. But after receiving two conflicting edicts, he became aware that the situation in Rehe was not simple, so he actively sent people to investigate.

Meanwhile, the two empress dowagers, residing in the Rehe Imperial Palace, also saw through Su Shun's ambition and his underhanded schemes, and tried every means to contact Prince Gong, hoping he could help them out of this predicament and prevent Su Shun's ambitions from succeeding.

Su Shun's biggest worry was that once Empress Dowager Cixi returned to Beijing, she would challenge him for power. Therefore, he made numerous excuses to prevent the two empress dowagers from returning to the capital. Su Shun repeatedly said, "...The late Emperor's funeral and the Empress Dowagers' return with the Emperor are important matters. How could this servant dare to obstruct them? It's just that I'm hesitant because the capital is not yet stable..."

When Cixi learned that Prince Gong had joined forces with other princes and ministers to petition for the two empress dowagers and Su Shun to escort the coffins back to Beijing as soon as possible, she seemed reassured and said to Su Shun in a firm tone, "...I heard that the capital is now peaceful. There's no need to worry anymore. It's best to go back as soon as possible..."

Although Su Shun reluctantly agreed, he cursed inwardly, "Hmph! A mere palace maid dares to be so arrogant. I'll teach her a lesson!" Back at his residence, Su Shun angrily discussed countermeasures with Duanhua and Zaiyuan.

"Judging from the current situation, we have no choice but to send her back to the capital," Duanhua said.

"However, sending her back to the capital would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, which would be very disadvantageous for us," Zaiyuan said.

As the three were racking their brains for a solution, Sushun suddenly said, "Why not just go all

the way and assassinate that woman to eliminate future troubles?" Sushun and his men planned to carry out the assassination at Gubeikou, but Empress Dowager Cixi was exceptionally vigilant. She knew that this trip back to the capital would be fraught with obstacles, and might even lead to her death. Therefore, she proceeded cautiously and meticulously to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

Cixi also secretly ordered Ronglu, the commander of the Imperial Guards, to lead a detachment to protect her along the way. Ronglu knew that Cixi was facing greater difficulties than ever before, so he always stayed by her side day and night to protect her safety. As a result, Sushun, Zaiyuan, and Duanhua could only watch helplessly as Cixi returned to the capital safely.

On September 29th of the eleventh year of the Xianfeng Emperor's reign, the Empress Dowager and Emperor Muzong arrived safely at the northwest gate of Beijing. Prince Gong, along with ministers, went out of the city to greet them. Upon returning to Beijing, Cixi tearfully recounted to Prince Gong and the ministers how Su Shun had persecuted orphans and widows, and how he had been tyrannical and domineering. Her story

was told with great emotion and skill. Grand Secretary Zhou Zupei then submitted a memorial, which, besides blatantly denouncing Su Shun's ambitions, also requested that the two empresses dowager rule from behind a screen to assist the young emperor in making political decisions. The following day, Prince Gong arrested Su Shun, Zaiyuan, Duanhua, and their associates, imprisoning them in the Imperial Clan Court, and soon after, they were executed. As they died, Su Shun and the other two cursed Cixi and Prince Gong. Su Shun's curses grew increasingly fierce, even revealing Cixi's past: "...Ye Chi destroyed Jianzhou..." But no one paid him any attention.

Grand Secretary Zhou Zupei also submitted a memorial requesting an official to change the reign title. The two empress dowagers then issued an edict ordering the Prince Regent and Grand Councilors to draft a new reign title for the emperor. The Prince Regent glanced silently at Empress Dowager Ci'an and Empress Dowager Cixi, then respectfully drafted the characters "Tongzhi" and presented them.

Empress Dowager Cixi, seeing these characters, secretly pleased that they implied joint rule by the two empress dowagers, ordered the following year to be designated as the first year of the Tongzhi reign, and proclaimed it to the world. On the Jiazi day of the tenth month of the same year, the six-year-old Tongzhi Emperor performed his enthronement ceremony again in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, receiving congratulations from princes and ministers, while the two empress dowagers listened to the emperor's affairs from behind a screen in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. In this way, Empress Dowager Cixi truly grasped real power.

After

the execution of Su Shun and others, the court officials all submitted to Cixi, allowing her to smoothly indulge in her dream of ruling. However, with her worries gone, Empress Dowager Cixi began to indulge in lust.

Her first priority was to promote Ronglu to Minister of the Interior, explaining to others that she and Ronglu were uncle and niece, but in reality, she wanted to use the opportunity to secretly meet her old lover. However, when meeting Cixi, Ronglu suppressed his inner impulses, always treating her with the respect due to an Empress Dowager, never daring to overstep his bounds, even maintaining a perfectly proper expression. Although Cixi was displeased, she couldn't express it openly, causing her great distress.

That night, unable to sleep due to the cold and lonely bed, Cixi wandered alone in her palace. The quick-witted young servant, seeing her lost expression, knew what was troubling her.

He stepped forward and greeted her, saying, "The epiphyllum in the long room over there is in bloom; Your Majesty might as well go there for a stroll!"

Cixi thought to herself, 'It's the time of year when spring is unbearable; although I can't find a real man to comfort me, this young servant's "oral skills" can certainly satisfy my cravings.' She agreed. Cixi didn't want to alarm others and cause any complications, lest her illicit affair be exposed, so she had Xiao Li lead the way on foot.

Upon arriving at Xiao Li's room, Cixi felt somewhat tired and sat down to rest. Inadvertently, she noticed a gleaming fruit plate on the windowsill, filled with a bunch of small, translucent, and seemingly fresh purple grapes.

"Xiao Li! Where did these come from? I didn't have any there!" Cixi questioned.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Li was startled, realizing that Empress Dowager Cixi had mistakenly believed he had embezzled the tribute. He quickly knelt and said, "Your Majesty, please be wise. I found these grapes by chance in the storeroom. They originally had a seal from the Hongzhi era on them. I found them quite unusual and brought them back as decorations. Because that storeroom was originally used by the previous dynasty to store poison, I was afraid these grapes might be poisoned, so I dared not send them to Your Majesty."

Cixi exclaimed in surprise, "Hongzhi!? Isn't that the reign title of the Ming Dynasty? That's over three hundred years ago! But how come these grapes still look so fresh?" Cixi was filled with a series of questions and doubts.

Seeing that Empress Dowager Cixi showed no sign of reproach, Xiao Li quietly stood up and approached her. While massaging her shoulders and back, he said, "Yes! Ordinary grapes rot after three to five days, so there must be something fishy going on."

Cixi, suddenly seized by a mischievous impulse, picked up a grape and said to Xiao Li, "Alright! Now I want you to eat one."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Li was terrified and immediately knelt down again, stammering, "...Your Majesty's grace...Your Majesty's grace...Eating this grape...will surely kill me...This servant dies...It doesn't matter...It's just that Your Majesty...there will be no one to serve you..."

Cixi found Xiao Li's disheveled appearance amusing, but she was also genuinely curious whether the grape was edible. She called in another eunuch and gave him a grape. The eunuch, of course, didn't understand the reasoning behind it and happily accepted the gift. Cixi didn't let the eunuch leave, and she and Xiao Li stared intently at him.

A moment later, the young eunuch began to blush and become increasingly agitated. Suddenly, he let out a soft cry and turned to flee, but Xiao Li, quick as a flash, grabbed him.

The young eunuch knelt at Cixi's feet, trembling, begging for mercy: "...Empress Dowager, spare...my life...Empress Dowager...spare...my life...this servant...was...pure...but...just now...after eating...that...grape...I suddenly...felt...felt...there...there..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

However, Cixi and Xiao Li understood what the grape was. Empress Dowager Cixi exchanged a glance with Xiao Li, who then grinned and said to the young eunuch, "Alright! Alright! The Empress Dowager is kind enough not to blame you... However, the Empress Dowager wants to check if you were truly castrated. If you were, she will spare your life!"

Now, though ashamed and frightened, the young eunuch had no choice but to obey, pulling down his trousers for Cixi's inspection to prove he wasn't lying.

Cixi stared at the young eunuch's crotch, seeing a swollen, red-tinged penis, erect but without testicles, confirming the eunuch's words. Looking at the erect penis, Cixi secretly praised the miraculous effects of the grapes, and her long-dormant lust was instantly aroused, her body burning with heat, waves of heat surging through her lower abdomen.

Cixi stretched out her weak hand and said, "Come here..." her voice trembling with excitement. As the young eunuch approached tremblingly, Cixi impatiently reached out and tightly grasped the penis, holding it firmly in her palm.

"Oh!" A hot, hard sensation entered her palm, and Cixi couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan.

The young eunuch remained in a daze, feeling helpless due to his lack of experience with sexual intercourse; on the other hand, his erect penis, only aroused by the aphrodisiac, remained numb despite Cixi's passionate manipulation, yet the unfulfilled desire for sexual intercourse became a deadly torment.

Cixi, with her free hand, eagerly tore open her robes and apron, letting her ample breasts bounce freely, and said to the young eunuch in a soft, commanding tone, "...Come...touch it...rub...knead it...faster...kiss...it...faster..." while her own hand was already kneading them vigorously.

The young eunuch, witnessing this scene he had never dared to imagine before, was filled with confusion, trepidation, and lust... a constant turmoil within him. Unable to tear his gaze away, the young eunuch slowly extended his trembling hand and gently touched the swollen, red nipples of Cixi's breasts.

"Ah...uh..." Cixi's desire was like a beast unleashed. She pressed the young eunuch's hand tightly against her breasts, making his slightly sweaty, icy palms press against them and grind them together. Muffled breaths and moans escaped from her lips, while the lustful fluids flowing from her vagina seemed to make her uncomfortable, causing her to rub her buttocks against the Tai Sui chair.

Little Li, standing nearby, took the opportunity to slowly remove the restraints from Cixi's body, gradually revealing a body that could drive anyone mad. While doing so, Little Li Zi didn't forget to instruct and comfort the young eunuch, saying, "Serve the Empress Dowager well, she will reward you later... bring your mouth close... yes... yes... like that... suck... suck hard... like sucking milk... um... yes... this will make the Empress Dowager very comfortable... switch sides... yes... both sides... suck again... suck again..."

"Um... um... so comfortable... oh... good... good..." Amidst Cixi's ecstatic moans, Little Li Zi also knelt down, buried his head between her legs, skillfully teasing her labia and clitoris with his lips and tongue, even extending his tongue to probe into her wet and hot orifice, teasing and swirling it.

Empress Dowager Cixi's emotions seemed to have reached their peak. She almost rudely pushed Xiao Li away, thrusting her hips forward to expose her protruding vulva on the edge of the chair. She even pulled the eunuch's penis towards her and frantically pushed it towards her lower body: "...Come...come here...put it in...come...faster...faster..."

The eunuch still looked bewildered, but he clumsily followed Cixi's movements and moved closer to her lower body. Cixi inserted the glans into her wet vaginal opening, then gripped the eunuch's buttocks tightly with both hands and thrust hard. With a "whoosh!" sound, the penis slid in and was completely submerged.

"...Ah...ya...so good...oh...it's been so long...not to taste...this...um...delicious...um...um...comfortable..." Empress Dowager Cixi trembled and convulsed with excitement, satisfaction, and pleasure, twisting her lower body to let the penis stir inside her vagina; she urged, "...um...move...faster...um...move...move..."

The little eunuch was hesitating about how to move, but Little Li held his waist and moved back and forth, making the penis start to thrust in and out with the movement. Looking at Cixi's ecstatic expression, the young eunuch couldn't help but wonder: "...Can just...going in and out like this...be really that pleasurable...? But...why don't I feel anything at all..."

"...Ah...so swollen...so long...um...good...harder...ah ah...faster...um...faster...pierce it...oh...yes...um..." Cixi panted and moaned, her eyes half-closed in a seductive glow, her inner desires overflowing like a burst dam.

"...um...good...ah ah...I'm going to...I'm going to...ah ah...harder...ah...ah ah...again..." Cixi reached orgasm again and again, her moans growing louder with each climax, until finally she was practically screaming incoherently.

The only drawback of the young eunuch's penis was that it couldn't ejaculate the semen that amplified the pleasure, but it also didn't soften after ejaculation. The young eunuch, his erect penis throbbing and churning rapidly inside Cixi's vagina, gradually intoxicated her with intense orgasmic pleasure. Her voice grew softer, her body increasingly limp and powerless.

The young eunuch, oblivious to the situation, continued to thrust his hips. Little Li, however, knew what was happening. He patted the young eunuch on the back and said, "Enough! Help me straighten the Empress Dowager's clothes so she can rest. You wait outside for your reward."

A little while later, Cixi, having satisfied her desires and rested enough, left Little Li with only one sentence before returning to the palace: "You handle the young eunuch's situation!" The outcome was predictable: he was killed to maintain secrecy. The poor young eunuch, never experiencing the pleasures of love, yet paying the price for his infidelity.

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next day, Empress Dowager Cixi, exhausted, didn't get up until late morning. To her surprise, she saw the plate of amethyst grapes, neatly arranged on the windowsill. A surge of joy filled her, and she thought, "That little Li is really thoughtful; it wasn't all for nothing."

Of course, this also made her heart flutter, because she not only thought of the wonderful feelings of the previous night, but also of Ronglu. Lost in her springtime reverie, Cixi looked at the plate of amethyst grapes, her face growing redder and her excitement increasing, and an idea surfaced in her mind.

Cixi jumped out of bed, ordering servants to help her wash and dress, and immediately sent for Ronglu to come to the Cining Palace.

Ronglu arrived quickly. Cixi instructed the maids and eunuchs to leave and then took Ronglu directly to her bedchamber.

Upon arriving at Cixi's palace, Ronglu knew what was going on, but he hastily knelt down, stammering, "This is not a place for a servant like me! This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!"

Cixi, seeing this, sighed as if wronged, "Alas! Don't you understand my intentions?"

Ronglu didn't respond, only prostrating himself, repeatedly saying, "This servant deserves to die! This servant deserves to die!..."

Cixi continued softly, "Ronglu! You must have forgotten everything we did before, it's truly disheartening! Can't you see my intention in bringing you here as the Grand Minister of the Imperial Household Department?"

In truth, Ronglu wasn't completely oblivious. Lan'er's departure had left an indelible scar on his heart, still causing him occasional pain. However, the current Cixi was not the Lan'er of the past; she was now a powerful figure above all others. Moreover, the Qing Dynasty's court rules were extremely strict; if their affair were exposed, they would surely face certain death.

Ronglu still loved Empress Dowager Cixi and didn't want her to be implicated or hurt, so he could only suffer the pain of unrequited love and dared not show the slightest bit of affection. Ronglu hardened his heart and said, "I will forever remember Your Majesty's kindness, but the current situation does not allow me to have any improper thoughts. If Your Majesty cherishes me, please let me leave as soon as possible!"

Cixi was at her wit's end and just muttered, "The people here are all my confidants. Who would dare to talk nonsense?" Seeing that Ronglu still did not move, Cixi had no choice but to say helplessly, "Alright! Since you insist so much, I will not force you... Here! There is a tribute fruit here, which is said to strengthen the body and bones. Here, have one!"

Ronglu did not suspect anything and took the grape and swallowed it. He thanked her and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I will never forget Your Majesty's kindness..." Before he finished speaking, Ronglu felt something was wrong. He felt a surge of heat rising rapidly in his lower abdomen. His heart was pounding, his face was red, his mouth was dry, his eyes were bloodshot, and most importantly, his penis was rapidly swelling.

Seeing this, Cixi knew the grapes had worked, but she pretended to be nonchalant and asked in a coquettish voice, "How is it! It tastes good, doesn't it?"

Ronglu, who had also ingested the grape aphrodisiac, unlike the little eunuch who didn't know what to "act" on, although he couldn't understand what Cixi was saying, her voice was like a seductive, bewitching silver bell; every movement of hers was full of lewdness and provocation.

Just as Cixi slowly reclined on the bed, she heard several ripping sounds of fabric tearing. Looking closely, she saw Ronglu, naked and panting heavily, lunging onto the bed. Then, the ripping sounds resumed, mixed with Cixi's cries of surprise, joy, and satisfied lewdness: "Ah! Ah! Ya!..."

"...Huff...Huff...Lan'er...Huff...Huff..." Ronglu, like a ferocious beast, lay on top of Cixi, showing no mercy, greedily and brutally ravaging her body. Ronglu's hands tightly gripped Cixi's breasts, and with his moving lips and tongue, he left lip marks and teeth marks all over her snow-white skin; while his penis, already an experienced horse, went straight for the heart of the matter, powerfully thrusting in and out of her wet vagina.

"...Ah...Ah...Brother Rong...Be gentle...Ah...Ah..." Cixi seemed to feel a masochistic pleasure, amidst a mixture of soreness, pain, tingling, numbness, and itching, her lust immediately surged to its peak, and after a few rapid rubbings and thrusts of the penis, she felt a climax of orgasm.

Perhaps it was the effect of the drug, or perhaps it was the release of years of pent-up resentment, but Ronglu, like a soldier charging into battle, possessed the air of a single man holding off ten thousand, thrusting and pounding with frantic force. Although Ronglu's penis was somewhat numb and insensitive from the friction, unable to feel the wetness, tightness, and warmth of Cixi's vagina, his heightened emotions still drove him to make relentless thrusting movements.

"...Ah...ah...coming...ah ah...coming again...ah ah..." The lewd cries, mixed with the sounds of flesh colliding, seemed both shocking and alluring; yet also distant and melodious. But when would it subside...?

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Since their rekindling of their affair that day, Cixi and Ronglu had frequently sought opportunities for secret trysts. Although Empress Dowager Cixi had considered emulating the mother of Emperor Shunzhi by having her son arrange a marriage for her to the regent prince, Ronglu, she ultimately dared not bring it up.

Later, when Emperor Tongzhi died of syphilis, Cixi, to maintain her position of regency, installed Prince Chun's son, Zaitian, as Emperor Guangxu. At the time, Emperor Guangxu was only four years old, and under Cixi's powerful suppression, he was unable to achieve anything significant throughout his life.

While Cixi's later life was not marked by numerous evil deeds, her indulgence in pleasure and her corrupt and ignorant behavior led to the rapid decline of the nation, resulting in foreign aggression and partition, for which she was truly guilty of unforgivable crimes.

Although Empress Dowager Cixi, in her final moments, said, "...From now on, women should no longer be allowed to participate in state affairs; this must be strictly limited and handled with utmost care. In particular, eunuchs must not be allowed to seize power. The story of the late Ming Dynasty can serve as a lesson for our dynasty...", Cixi's words, "A dying person's words are good," came too late.

Cixi is gone, but she left behind a debt that her descendants can never repay, and a shame that can never be washed away...

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