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Mo Haokong finally agreed to go with me to listen to the storyteller. I was so excited that I sat at a table near the front for the first time, and there was even food and drink. I listened intently to the storyteller's tale, my head propped up by my hand: "It is said that the elusive Mo Haokong's low profile stems from his infatuation with a woman he should never touch in this lifetime. But who is that woman? She is a concubine of the former King of Chu, truly unacceptable..." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mo Haokong's hand on the cup tremble, splashing water.
I was startled, goosebumps rising all over my body, and I was about to suggest that we leave. But then I heard: "That concubine was Consort Ning, the former King of Chu's favorite. She was incredibly loyal, ignoring Mo Haokong completely. Afterwards, Mo Haokong fell ill with lovesickness and began to disappear without a trace."
I was stunned, speechless, nervously looking at Mo Haokong, who simply kept his eyes downcast, staring at the water in his cup. "What's even more regrettable is that this devoted Consort Ning followed the late King Chu after his death. Perhaps she was afraid that after the King Chu's death, she would have to go with Mo Haokong..."
Mo Haokong suddenly looked up and stared intently at me. My ears rang instantly, and I couldn't hear what the storyteller was saying next because I was trembling with fear at the undisguised anger in Mo Haokong's eyes. I jumped up and clapped my hands, saying, "Good!" Good for what? I didn't know...
Mo Haokong stood up with me and said coldly, "I wonder if you're truly unafraid of the excruciating punishment of having your back broken, sir." I felt as if I had done something foolish, and a chill ran through me, fearing that Mo Haokong would go berserk and chop the storyteller to pieces with a knife.
Mo Haokong smiled, took out a handful of gold beads, and scattered them on the stage. "From now on, don't let me see you in Chu again. I'm only letting you off today because I was playing with my disciple."
The storyteller, after seeing the silver mask on Mo Haokong's left cheek turn away, became like a mute, stunned on the stage. When Mo Haokong's gaze shot over him, he quickly knelt down, trembling and not daring to pick up the gold beads. Mo Haokong coldly walked out of the crowd. I quickly followed. He flicked his finger, and someone appeared. He said coldly, "If they haven't left the city tonight, kill them." The man bowed, "Yes!"
I trembled, my steps freezing. Mo Haokong, sensing no one was following, turned around and uttered, "What?" I trembled, unable to utter a word. He smiled, "Die'er, you must know that some things you do can cost lives." I moved slowly, tugging at his sleeve, "Don't... please?"
Mo Haokong remained calm, "It's not up to you. Giving him a chance to escape is already a mercy. If you don't follow me, your family will be next." With that, he turned and left. I glanced at his subordinate, then approached him and whispered, "Tell him to hurry up, okay?" He looked down at the ground, expressionless. I sighed and struggled to follow Mo Haokong.
Before, besides my parents, uncles, grandfathers, and Xiao Wu, I felt that Mo Haokong was the closest person to me. But after that day, I began to understand that I was nothing more than a tool to Mo Haokong. If I couldn't complete the mission, my remaining family and I would be doomed. I started to avoid him, afraid to do or say anything wrong, lest I not only lose myself but also my family.
"Miss Lan Die." I was just about to go to bed when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly put on my clothes and opened the door to see the steward of the Prince's mansion. I smiled and said, "What is it, Steward?" The steward hesitated for a moment and said, "The Prince wants to take you somewhere." I shuddered. What place did he want me to go so late?
If Xiao Wu had asked me to go, I would have given him a good scolding. It was so late, didn't he want me to sleep? But this person was Mo Haokong. I had no right to refuse. I put on a windproof coat and followed the steward.
The steward knocked on the door. "Your Highness, Miss Lan Die has arrived." He then leaned close to the door, straining his ears, and pushed it open to invite me in. I marveled at the steward's sharp ears; I hadn't heard a thing. I froze as soon as I entered. The window was wide open, and the soft, warm fragrance of the bedroom wafted into my nostrils.
"Ah!...Mmm! Your Highness..." Hearing soft moans, I stood frozen in the front of the room. Mo Haokong's cold voice rang out: "Come here." There was only one person in the world now, and I had no choice but to obey him. I slowly moved forward.
I covered my mouth in astonishment. Was this woman beneath Mo Haokong the same 'delicate' girl who had recently entered the Prince's mansion? It was a pity that her eyes now held no innocence, only a seductive, moist mist. Her lips, adorned with red rouge, were beautifully parted, and alluring moans poured forth.
Mo Haokong was still wearing a silver mask. Seeing me slowly approach, he braced himself with his hands, exposing their joined bodies wide before my eyes. I immediately closed my eyes and turned my head away, but he coldly said, "Look!" I trembled. Mo Haokong, you're so cruel, so incredibly cruel!
I slowly opened my eyelids and looked at him, only to find a burning gaze in his right eye, making me feel as if I were the one beneath him.
Mo Haokong smiled, "Not looking at me, looking at this." He pointed to their joined bodies. The woman's vulva opened and closed, while Mo Haokong's thick, purplish-black penis thrust in and out of her. Listening to the woman's panting, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body, tightly gripping the hem of my skirt. "
Ah! Master, I need to pee! Yes! Ah!---" I heard the woman's convulsing cries, and I felt sweat beading on my forehead. I knew my breath was growing increasingly hot, but I was powerless to stop it. Mo Haokong withdrew his still-erect penis, walked towards me, removed his mask, and pinched my face, about to kiss me.
Thinking they might have just kissed, I turned my head away. Mo Haokong forcefully pulled my face back, and for the first time, I felt a surge of resistance, continuing to pull away. Hearing a cracking sound on my neck, I still didn't give in, continuing to pull away. "You dare!" Mo Haokong was furious, but ultimately he didn't force me. Instead, he turned his face and kissed me.
I knew that the moment he pried open my lips, he would realize I was aroused. He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around my waist, trapping me in his large embrace. He brushed my hair aside, smelled it, and gently leaned closer. "If you dare avoid me again, next time, I'll make you even more miserable." My heart trembled, and I lowered my eyes. "Your
Highness..." Mo Haokong turned to look at her, and the woman trembled all over, her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost. I frowned. What's wrong? Mo Haokong chuckled, put on his outer robe, clapped his hands, and a man in black quickly appeared before me, startling me. Mo Haokong's voice was cold. "Dispose of her." "Yes!"
The woman, perhaps still dazed, didn't care that she was still naked and was dragged away by the man in black without a sound. I gripped his hand tightly. He turned to look at me, his left eye like a snake's eye. Being looked at by both of his eyes at the same time always sent a chill down my spine.
Mo Haokong pulled me down onto the bed, stroking my hair. "What, want to plead for her again?" I watched him lower his eyes and play with the ends of my hair, and I nodded slightly. He leaned over and kissed my nose. "But she saw what I looked like." I trembled. "Didn't I also..." He chuckled. "You didn't react like her."
I felt my pupils contract instantly. Could it be that I reacted the same way she did that day, and Mo Haokong would 'dispose of' me too? He smiled and looked into my eyes. "Yes." My heart pounded at his perfectly reasonable answer. I whispered, "She was only scared for a moment..."
Mo Haokong said in a deep voice, "You're quick to change the subject. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" I lowered my eyes and whispered, "I'm afraid, I'm terrified, but I'm even more afraid of not being able to protect my family." Mo Haokong was silent for a moment. "Why aren't you afraid when you see my face?"
I frowned and shook my head. "I'm not afraid, that's all." Mo Haokong lifted my chin. "Die'er, I need a reason." My heart suddenly clenched, and I turned my head away. "It's because I'm not afraid!" Mo Haokong chuckled. "Your family..." I turned my head and pounded my fist on his chest. "Mo Haokong! Don't go too far! Even if I admit I like you, does that mean you won't give me away?!"
Mo Haokong pressed me down on the bed, stroking my face, and softly uttered, "Do you know that making you fall in love with me was also part of my plan?" My eyelashes trembled involuntarily, tears welling in my eyes. I sniffed and chuckled, "Is that so? Then you win."
Mo Haokong kissed me, whispering, "You've won that person's love, so I've only half won."
Mo Haokong stroked my hair, "You haven't told me why you're not afraid of me." I thought for a moment, then slowly touched his cheek, gently rubbing the hideous scar, "A few years ago, when Ningguo was still around, I heard that General Mo Haokong led three thousand light..." The legendary tale of your cavalry's crushing defeat of eight thousand brave generals of Ning Kingdom. Do you know why I didn't want the storyteller killed? It was because of them that I learned about you. In their words, you were so valiant; even a scar on one or two faces couldn't conceal your goodness.
Seeing Mo Haokong frown in confusion, I touched his bobbing Adam's apple. "That day, you were willing to show me your true face. My joy outweighed my fear. I felt sorry for you, that you disfigured yourself because of a woman..." Mo Haokong leaned down and kissed me fiercely. "Die'er, you don't understand!" I shook my head and smiled. I didn't understand, Mo Haokong. If you didn't tell me, how could I understand?
He pressed his forehead against mine. "Die'er, I didn't kill him. Don't hide from me anymore." I looked at his eyes in surprise, seeing a soft light in them for the first time. I smiled and nodded, but the smile didn't last long. He lowered his eyes. "But ultimately, I still have to give you to someone else. Butterfly, I want the throne."
I trembled, my smile widening. "Then I'll do my best to cooperate." Mo Haokong grabbed my hand and kissed it. "When I become King of Chu, you will be the Queen of my Chu Kingdom." But I knew that was impossible. Even storytellers said that once a woman is seduced by another man, no one will want to marry her. Moreover, I was about to become someone else's woman. I closed my eyes, stopping the tears welling up, and buried my face in his shoulder, whispering, "Okay."
For the next few days, Mo Haokong was unusually kind to me. There was no harsh training, no cold words, and he no longer threatened me with his family. I knew that day was approaching, I knew it all too well, yet he always used illusions to deceive me.
"Butterfly." I turned to look at him. Mo Haokong swayed gently in the candlelight, stroking my cheek. I smiled softly. Mo Haokong held me close, sealing my lips with his and greedily sucking the nectar from my mouth. I gently pushed against his chest, "What's wrong?" Mo Haokong kissed my cheek, "Let me teach you the last move."
I blushed and lowered my head, "So, it's not quite complete yet..." Mo Haokong chuckled softly, then sighed in my ear, though it was so faint, I heard it clearly, "Then let me indulge myself one more time."
Mo Haokong lay on the bed, propping me up on top of him, and smiled at me, "Let's see how well I've trained my little vixen." I knew what he meant, so I bit my lip and gently pressed my lips to his thin lips, not knowing how to pry open his tightly closed lips, so I hurriedly pushed his cheek with my fingers.
Mo Haokong chuckled softly, "How come after all this time, you're still so incompetent?" I blushed at his mockery, but when he opened his mouth, I fiercely stuck out my little tongue and kissed him. "Hmm!" Mo Haokong clearly hadn't expected me to pull that move; he must have hit his gums, because he let out a muffled groan.
I chuckled, then mimicked his nibbling on his neck, getting up to touch his chest, slowly tracing the scars with my fingers. Mo Haokong grabbed my hand, frowning at me: "Die'er, don't play around." I shook my head, lowering my body to lick them repeatedly with my tongue.
"Ugh!" Feeling Mo Haokong's chest heaving faster and faster, I opened my mouth and took his nipple in, teasing it with my tongue. Mo Haokong rolled over, pinning me down, and fiercely thrust his tongue inside my mouth, swirling it around. I was panting as he kissed me, pushing him away, "Didn't you say you were checking my progress?" Mo Haokong growled at me, "I let you do it, any man would have been played to death by you."
Mo Haokong got up and sat opposite me, quickly lifting his robe and holding out his hand to me, "Come on, let me teach you one last thing." I was curious and slowly crawled over, watching him hold his purplish-black penis and stroke it up and down. I swallowed, and Mo Haokong said in a hoarse voice, "Kiss it, just like you kiss me."
I flicked its tip with my finger, and saw it oozing white liquid. I pressed it with my fingertip, and pulled it up, leaving a white thread. I felt Mo Haokong groaning as if in pain, and I slowly held it, sticking out my tongue to lick it. "Mmm..." Hearing Mo Haokong's heavy breathing, I slowly opened my mouth and took it in.
At this moment, Mo Haokong reached out, slipped inside my collar, and grasped my round breasts. I gasped for breath, and just as I was about to say something, Mo Haokong pressed my head back, letting his penis pierce my mouth. "Mmm!" I felt his masculine scent filling my mouth. I reached down and pressed my hand against his crotch, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"Swallow it." I was shocked. I was going to die! But Mo Haokong straightened his lower body and put his penis into my mouth, pressing it straight against my throat. I felt like gagging. I saw that a third of it was still outside. I frowned and looked at him pitifully. Mo Haokong panted, "Suck it." I wanted to shake my head, but I couldn't move. It was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't suck it in at all...
Mo Haokong guided my hand to grasp the part that was still outside, kneading my breasts vigorously, and whispered, "Move it up and down." I didn't quite understand, but Mo Haokong seemed to know exactly what I would do, using his large hands and his swaying to perform these movements. I gradually understood and started moving.
"Mmm, not bad, you're learning quickly." Hearing Mo Haokong's panting and encouragement, I sucked hard, feeling my body getting hotter and hotter. I could only twist my lower body. Suddenly, I felt Mo Haokong's leg insert between my thighs, rubbing against my vulva. "Mmm!" I sucked on his penis, becoming a little distracted, slowly rubbing against his leg.
"What did I teach you? Don't neglect one thing for another." I sucked on his penis hard, teaching him to be vulnerable in my mouth while still talking about teaching me! But I felt that what I did to him wasn't 'punishment'. Mo Haokong grabbed my head and thrust into me forcefully. I was in so much pain that I couldn't think of anything, I just wanted him to ejaculate quickly.
Hearing his moans and growls, I felt like I was about to die when thick, stimulating fluid shot into my throat. I quickly let go of him and coughed violently, but I didn't want his unfinished semen to splatter on my face. Mo Haokong panted for a while, then used his fingers to pick up the white fluid and put it into my mouth: "Eat it all."
I had no choice but to lick his fingers that were wandering around in my mouth. Mo Haokong withdrew his finger and pressed my head down again. I pouted and looked at him. He chuckled softly, "Clean it up." I kissed his semi-erect penis, but he pressed me down on the bed and laughed, "Silly Die'er, I'm asking you to clean it up, not kiss it." My face flushed, and I punched him hard.
I cupped his face, wanting to breathe all his scent into his mouth, but Mo Haokong quickly turned his face away. I playfully chased him on the bed. Finally, Mo Haokong held me tightly against his chest. I was a little tired, so I rested my head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart after his passion. "Die'er."
I closed my eyes, feeling a little tired, wrapped my arms around his waist, and responded with a soft "Hmm?" through my nose. "I hope that in the future, I won't regret the decision I made today..."
If I hadn't fallen asleep from exhaustion, I really wanted to tell him, Mo Haokong, do you know that when someone has such thoughts, they are already regretting it? It's a pity you don't understand; in the end, you'll still have to give me away.
Sitting in the sedan chair, I struggled to support the heavy headdress, it was so uncomfortable that I had to reach out and hold my head. I looked at Mo Haokong, who shook his head at me. "Die'er." I pouted and lowered my hand. I called out aggrievedly, "It's really heavy, why don't you try it?" Mo Haokong smiled, "After meeting the Emperor, you won't feel so heavy when you change out of the brocade robes, be good, bear with it."
Hearing Mo Haokong's gentle coaxing, I weakly lowered my hand and clutched the hem of my skirt. "Die'er, do you remember what I said?" I nodded, and Mo Haokong sighed, "No matter how bad things get, your memory has improved a bit." I was so angry that I reached out to hit him, but my head was too heavy, making me a little unsteady, so I quickly reached out to steady myself.
After Mo Haokong chuckled deeply, there was endless silence for the entire journey.
Following the announcement, I was helped down from the carriage by a maid. Through the thin veil, I saw my second brother in his official robes in the distance. I immediately wanted to go over, but Mo Haokong grabbed me and whispered, "No." I frowned, "Why not?" Mo Haokong didn't explain, so I had no choice but to follow him with small steps.
The capital of Chu was truly vast. After walking for what seemed like forever, we finally saw a tall palace with upturned eaves. In front of the main hall were many women, following behind Mo Haokong and others. I seemed to understand a little; was today the day the King of Chu was selecting a consort?
With Mo Haokong guarding the way, there was no need for any preliminary tests like ink painting, embroidery, or music; we skipped directly to the palace for an audience. After all this time, I finally remembered Mo Haokong's words, "After the audience, you'll change into brocade robes, and they won't be so heavy. Just bear with it." It was more than just "bear with it"! We'd been bearing it for most of the day, yet we hadn't even seen a shadow of the King of Chu.
Finally, it was time to meet the Emperor. The Chu Palace, which had been packed with people, was mostly empty, leaving only six women. We were led into the palace. Without Mo Haokong accompanying me, I was somewhat shy, but seeing the composed demeanor of the women beside me, I could only lower my head and try to calm myself.
"Your Majesty! After the Ministry of Rites' tests, six women have been selected: Ao Shan, the eldest daughter of the Grand Tutor… Lan Die, the adopted daughter of the Sixteenth Prince, whose given name is Ning Zui, hailed from the former Ning Kingdom. Her father was the former Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Lan Xuebo; her cousin is currently the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue of Chu, Qu Kefeng…"
Listening to the old eunuch's long, thin voice reciting for so long, I couldn't understand why it took so long to explain the names and backgrounds of just six women. The crown on my head felt very heavy and became a little unsteady. I quickly reached out to adjust it and then immediately put it down. Hopefully, no one saw me.
"This..." The eunuch caught a glimpse of the Prince of Chu's gesture suddenly stop, and he turned to look at me. I was startled, feeling the headdress grow even heavier, its hairpins jingling loudly in the silent hall. I glared at Mo Haokong; it was all his fault for making me wear such an extravagant headdress! I told him I didn't want it! I wouldn't be able to handle it, but he wouldn't listen.
Then I saw him casually looking away, as if suddenly remembering something. I nervously lowered my head. What did Mo Haokong say?! Don't look around! I squeezed my eyes shut; I was going crazy!
"Her it's her." A pleasant male voice rang out, deep and resonant, neither too deep nor too shallow. It sounded...familiar. Before I could react, all the women around me knelt down. I quickly followed, my heart pounding. Mo Haokong slowly walked over and bowed, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. My adopted daughter, Lan Die, is truly blessed."
The man chuckled, "Sixteenth Uncle, why such a grand gesture? Every time you present me with beauties, you please me greatly." My heart ached heavily upon hearing these words. Mo Haokong's calm voice rang out, "It was merely a recommendation. Your Majesty's happiness is the wish of all the people."
The man clapped his hands, "Sixteenth Uncle is very much to my liking. Guards, bestow upon him a reward." Mo Haokong knelt beside me, saying, "Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty."
In the small hall behind the stage, I was silently combing my hair when my second brother came in. I saw him in the bronze mirror and immediately turned around and rushed to him, "Second brother! Are Uncle, Uncle Wu, and the others alright?" My second brother hugged me and stroked my hair, saying softly, "They're all fine, they're just too worried about their little sister."
I burst into tears and hugged my second brother tightly. He pulled me away and quickly wiped my tears with his sleeve, saying, "Little sister, don't cry. It wouldn't be good if the King of Chu saw your swollen eyes." I quickly sniffled and smiled, "It's good that you're all alright!" My second brother sighed and shook his head, "It's always been a hardship for my little sister."
I shook my head: "I'm not aggrieved, how could I be? Your safety is the greatest blessing." My second brother took my hand and whispered, "Little sister, I bribed a eunuch to come here to tell you something. I have to leave soon." Then he whispered in my ear, "In a moment, pretend to slip."
I was stunned, not understanding. My second brother patted my head, "Little sister, I really have to go. Just remember what I said." After watching my second brother leave, I seemed to suddenly understand something. That heavy headdress and the golden hairpin...
Feeling depressed, I slowly walked out of the main hall. It was already 7 PM, and the candles flickered. As the music started, I swayed my sleeves and danced the dance that Mo Haokong had chosen for me. The people around me began to whisper, but I couldn't hear them, nor did I want to. I was only thinking that how could I slip naturally with the dance steps I practiced all the time?
And I couldn't help but look at Mo Haokong. He just kept drinking with his head down, not even glancing at me. Suddenly, he tilted his wine glass, then smiled slightly at me. I was a little stunned, but then he flicked his finger, and I somehow fell. With a gasp, I frowned, feeling that I had fallen quite hard and couldn't stand up.
The man who had been watching me from his seat slowly walked down towards me as the music stopped. Seeing him slowly approach me, I finally saw his face clearly. If Mo Haokong was handsome, then this man was definitely more handsome than the Mo Haokong without the scar.
I was stunned for a moment before I noticed his outstretched hand. He wasn't annoyed, just looked at me with that smile. My heart pounded a few times before I slowly placed my hand in his. He pulled me up and carried me horizontally towards the throne. As we passed Mo Haokong, I nervously looked at him. He slightly shook his head, and I could only tightly grip the King of Chu's clothes.
The King of Chu summoned the imperial physician to examine my ankle, who said it was a sprain and would heal in a few days. At this moment, the old eunuch knelt heavily, "Your Majesty, we have found water stains on the ground; it seems some careless palace maid spilled some wine." I sat beside the throne and heard the King of Chu say "Oh," then turn to me and smile, "I wonder what Consort Ning intends to do?"
Hearing this address, the people below murmured again. I frowned; the name "Consort Ning" sounded familiar. Seeing that I didn't speak, the King of Chu turned to the eunuch and said, "Since my Consort Ning is displeased, have all the wine-pouring maids beaten to death." I turned to look at him in surprise, only to see him smiling at me.
So cruel?! Before I could react, all the palace maids knelt down, "This servant deserves to die! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your punishment!" Upon hearing this, I quickly waved my hands, "No, no, no... don't kill me! I'm fine, there's no need to make such a fuss." The King of Chu chuckled, "Then I wonder how Consort Ning would like to be punished
." It took me a while to realize he was addressing me. I shook my head, "I slipped and fell by accident. What does it have to do with them? If you must punish someone, punish me." After speaking, I remembered that it seemed the one to punish someone was Mo Haokong. I quickly lowered my head, no longer speaking so arrogantly.
At this moment, a minister's invitation arrived. The King of Chu waved his hand in approval, "I believe that this adopted daughter of the Sixteenth Prince truly possesses the grace and elegance of Consort Ning. She is truly worthy of the title." At this moment, all the ministers came out, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations on the birth of Consort Ning!" Mo Haokong slowly walked out and then bowed.
Looking at the grand procession below, I felt I should kneel as well, but I twisted my ankle as soon as I stepped down from the throne. The King of Chu, supporting me, chuckled, "Consort Ning is unwell today; let's celebrate another day when she's feeling better." The ministers kowtowed in unison, "Respectfully seeing off Your Majesty! Respectfully seeing off Consort Ning!"
The King of Chu scooped me up and placed me in a sedan chair at the entrance, then sat down beside me. I turned to look at the main hall, lowering my eyes. I hadn't even had time to… say goodbye to Mo Haokong and my second brother.
As the sedan chair swayed, I suddenly felt the awkwardness of being with a strange man, who was pressed tightly against me. So, was he now considered my husband? ...I clutched my skirt and asked in a low voice, "Um, what should I call you from now on?" He looked at the sky as if he had been thinking for a moment, "Just call me Your Majesty, like the concubines do."
The silence was unbearable, and I bit my lip, "Then what is Your Majesty's full name?" I heard the old eunuch gasp, and I looked at him. I saw him secretly waving his hand and shaking his head with a wink. I felt like I had done something wrong, and I lowered my head and remained silent.
A male voice spoke calmly, "What's wrong? Didn't your Sixteenth Uncle teach you?" I shook my head: "He taught me a lot, but I don't know what Your Majesty is referring to." The man laughed loudly, "Taught so much and still so incompetent, truly amusing." I frowned at him, but he only looked at me with mockery. I bit my lip and gripped my skirt tightly.
So what if he's the King? Humph! I was furious and retorted, "Even if it's not perfect, it was still the king who chose it himself. What does it have to do with me?" The man smiled. "My name is Mo Ziyuan. If you'd like, you can call me Ziyuan." I frowned. "But you clearly told me to call you 'King' just now. Why are you changing your mind like this?"
Mo Ziyuan shook his head helplessly. "I really don't know if Consort Ning has ever treated me as 'King' from beginning to end. Calling me that a hundred times won't make a difference." Seeing that he had shed his domineering aura and was quite approachable, I nodded. "Then I'll call you Ziyuan. You can call me Lan Die. Don't call me Consort Ning anymore. It sounds a bit strange, like it's not calling me."
When I returned to my palace, I found that he had entered with me. I looked at him in surprise, remembering what Mo Haokong had told me: concubines all have their own palaces, and even if the king favors someone, he almost never lets them stay overnight. It's so late. Does Mo Ziyuan intend to stay here? He looked at me and smiled, "Is Die'er blaming me for not preparing your bedchamber in advance?"
I didn't quite understand: "Isn't this my bedchamber?" The old eunuch took another deep breath and coughed. I frowned. What had I done wrong again? Mo Ziyuan glanced at the old eunuch, waved his hand, and the old eunuch beckoned to the maids in the room. They then bowed and left together. Mo Ziyuan pulled me to sit on the bed and said softly, "This is my bedroom, and yours... I forgot to prepare one for you."
I looked at him in surprise, wrinkling my nose. "Ziyuan is so stingy, he didn't even prepare a bedroom for me." Mo Ziyuan helplessly propped himself up on the bed and looked at me. "Alas, there's nothing I can do about it. Building a new palace recently has indeed cost a lot of money." I pouted. "Alright, since that's the case, I'll reluctantly stay with you until I have a room."
Mo Ziyuan smiled. "Then I must thank Die'er for her thoughtfulness." I waved my hand. "It's nothing, just your usual thoughtfulness." Mo Ziyuan smiled and got up from the edge of the bed, turning his back to me and spreading his arms. I looked at him and asked suspiciously, "What is Ziyuan doing?" I saw his shoulders trembling slightly. After a while, he seemed unable to hold back and supported himself on his knees, bursting into laughter.
I frowned and saw him rolling on the bed, clutching his stomach and laughing. I slapped him hard: "What are you laughing at?!" Mo Ziyuan rubbed his forehead, trying to suppress his laughter: "I really don't know if we should replace everyone in the Ministry of Rites tomorrow, hahaha." My face flushed, remembering that I hadn't taken any of the Ministry of Rites' preliminary exams.
After he finished laughing, he just sprawled on the bed, and I looked at him helplessly. He turned to me, his eyes still smiling. I pouted: "Then teach me, what did you want me to do just now?" Mo Ziyuan grinned, "I wanted Die'er to help me change." I bit my lip: "Couldn't you just say so? Did you have to treat me like an idiot and make fun of me?"
Suddenly, Mo Ziyuan pushed me down onto the bed. I was startled, my heart pounding as he got close. He locked his gaze on my eyes and asked softly: "Then, Die'er, can you tell me what your Sixteenth Uncle taught you?" I looked at him innocently. I'd learned so much! Did he have to tell me everything?
Mo Ziyuan gently rubbed his nose against mine, then pulled away. "Does it include this?" My heart pounded, and I tried my best to appear normal. Mo Ziyuan chuckled and kissed me. I shyly clutched his collar tightly. He looked up, panting, "Does it include this?"
Before I could answer, he leaned down and kissed my neck. I gasped, gripping his collar even tighter, biting my lower lip. He looked up at me. "And this?" I stared at him with my watery eyes. "Can you please stop asking..." Mo Ziyuan smiled, got up, and got out of bed. "Then it means yes."
My mind suddenly went blank. Storytellers say that if a woman is flirted with by another man, no one will want to marry her. If the king doesn't want me, then Mo Haokong won't need me to seize the throne, although he's never told me the specifics of how. But he doesn't need me anymore, so what about my great-uncle and the others...?
I stood up, ignoring my sprained ankle, and rushed forward to hug Mo Ziyuan, who had his back to me, tightly embracing his waist. "No! Ziyuan, don't guess wildly. Die'er just doesn't want Ziyuan to mention other people in bed, it's so unpleasant!" Mo Ziyuan turned around, pinched my chin, and squinted at me: "He taught you?"
This time I shook my head vigorously with certainty. Mo Ziyuan smiled: "Indeed, with Die'er's memory, she couldn't memorize that many, right?" I frowned at him, and Mo Ziyuan chuckled deeply, patting my face. "Then help me change." I obediently walked to him, pulled up his waist belt, and slowly untied it.
As I unfastened his white undergarment, his husky voice drifted down from above me, “Our Die’er is quite adept at removing men’s clothing.” I paused, my hands trembling slightly, and forced myself to say, “When my brother and I were cultivating, we always helped each other with our attire.” Mo Ziyuan chuckled softly, “So Die’er and her brother have such a close past relationship.”
My lips twitched, and I looked at him earnestly, saying, “Indeed, my brother has homosexual tendencies; I’ve always considered him a woman.” Mo Ziyuan laughed heavily, “I see.” I felt like I looked like I wanted to smash myself to death. Little Wu, Little Wu, I hope you never know about this conversation!
After helping him remove his outer garment, I neatly placed it on the copper basin stand and turned to him, “Then, Ziyuan, would you like me to change?” Mo Ziyuan smiled, “If Die’er is willing, I’m fine with it.” I nodded and prepared to unfasten his undergarment, but he pressed my hand down. I looked up at him in confusion.
“I’m afraid of scaring you, so I won’t take off my undergarments.” I thought for a moment, then shook my head. “It’s nothing. There’s no reason I can’t see your body.” Thinking of the numerous knife and spear marks on Mo Haokong’s body, I couldn’t help but think of him again. Mo Ziyuan stroked my face and said calmly, “Didn’t he ever teach you that you shouldn’t think about another man in front of him?”
My hand, gripping his undergarments, trembled violently in the cold light of his eyes. Mo Haokong, was this situation unexpected for you, or just another one you expected? …
Mo Ziyuan picked me up and placed me on the bed, then put on his outer garment. I propped myself up and looked at him. He said coldly, “Go to sleep early. You’ve ruined my mood tonight.” My heart turned cold. Watching his retreating figure, I silently pulled the blanket over myself. Tears streamed down my face as I bit the quilt. "Mo Haokong, do you know how much harder this is than I imagined?
" I was woken by a maid in the morning. I rubbed my eyes and saw the old eunuch standing by my bedside. The old eunuch always had a smiling face, but now he looked stern. I was startled and quickly sat up. "Does Consort Ning know that last night the King spent the night resting at the table in his study?"
I was shocked. How could that be? Even without my bedchamber, couldn't he have spent the night with any of the concubines? "Consort Ning, you must know that no one can enjoy such favor forever, but the King," the old eunuch said, bowing towards the window before turning to me, "the King is the steed of our Chu Kingdom's people for generations. Consort Ning knows that the concubines in the King's harem are all wealthy and noble. Consort Ning, do not think that having the Sixteenth Prince as your backer means you have forgotten your mission. Serving the King well is what Consort Ning must remember."
I bit my lip and nodded tremblingly. The old eunuch hummed in agreement and nodded as well. "Then Consort Ning, rise early and dress up nicely, so that when the King comes to your place, he will be pleasing to the eye." I smiled: "What you have taught me, Eunuch, is well. Lan Die will certainly remember it and serve the King well." The old eunuch finally smiled at me, bowed, and left.
I sighed and got up, letting the maid help me with my hair and makeup. I felt a deep sense of guilt. If it were me, I wouldn't want to spend the whole night at my desk dreaming.
For several days in a row, Mo Ziyuan didn't return to his palace. I figured he must be annoyed that I was serving him while he was distracted, thinking about Mo Haokong. I gritted my teeth, went to the kitchen, and got a large basket of pastries. I took some silver jewelry and asked the old eunuch to take me to see Mo Ziyuan. The old eunuch shook his head: "You can listen to me if you want, there's no need for this. The king is free, but with Consort Shu here, it's best not to disturb him."
I could only curtsy to thank the old eunuch and was on my way back with the pastries when someone called out, "Sister." I turned around, puzzled, when a clever maidservant whispered, "It's Consort Shu."
"Oh! You must be the new Consort Ning." I smiled and curtsied to her, "Greetings, Consort Shu." Consort Shu chuckled, "Just as rumored, you don't even know the palace rule that we are of equal rank and don't need to bow? Truly utterly ignorant."
I lowered my eyes, avoiding her gaze. Seeing this, Consort Shu became even more arrogant, "I heard you're the adopted daughter of the Sixteenth Prince? The Sixteenth Prince has indeed sent many women to the palace before, but none have won the Emperor's favor. Now he seems to be getting smarter and more cunning, adopting you as his adopted daughter, so he's not afraid the King won't accept you."
Consort Shu leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Do you know why?" I shook my head, "Sister doesn't understand, please enlighten me, elder sister." Consort Shu smiled and whispered to me: "Because, the Sixteenth Prince is ambitious. Who wouldn't see through his ambitions? Sister, be careful. Don't let your desire to rise in rank make you a target for others."
I watched as Consort Shu covered her mouth with her handkerchief and chuckled softly. I smiled back, "Thank you for your advice, sister. I certainly wouldn't dare harbor any ill intentions. But sister, I also have something to tell you." Consort Shu's face turned cold. "What is it? Speak." I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer. "Sister, there's a piece of rice cake on your lips."
Consort Shu touched her lips for a while, then suddenly pointed at me and roared, "You child, you're just talking nonsense! I didn't eat any rice cake!" I covered my mouth with my handkerchief and laughed, "I must have mistaken it. Don't be angry, sister." Consort Shu glared at me fiercely, bumped my shoulder, and walked away. I sighed. I'd only been in the Chu Palace for a few days, and so much trouble had already arisen.
The maid comforted me, "Your Highness, please don't be upset. That Consort Shu isn't favored either; she just likes to run wild." I smiled, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Not wanting to go back alone to four walls, I took a walk in the garden, enjoying the scenery for a while before heading back.
Back in my palace, I was surprised to find Mo Ziyuan sitting at a table reading. He gave me a cold look. I slowly walked over and sat down opposite him. I was about to place the basket I was carrying on the table when I remembered it must be cold, so I silently put it on the ground. "What's that?" Mo Ziyuan asked.
I paused, then said, "I just fed the birds with the maid, and it was the leftovers." Mo Ziyuan put down his book, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at me. "So you brought it back to my palace to feed them again tomorrow?" I nodded. "The Chu Palace is so short of money right now, it's better to be frugal." Mo Ziyuan propped his head up on the table, watching me with a smile. "A handful of birdseed is fine, but a whole cage of pastries would be a waste."
I picked up the cage, opened it, and placed all the pastries in front of him. "Then you should eat them all, don't waste them." Mo Ziyuan chuckled. "I guess I understand why Sixteenth Uncle sent you here—to leave me with nowhere to stay and nothing to eat." "I pouted, "It's obvious you have a place to stay and you don't use the food you have."
Mo Ziyuan picked up a pastry, took a bite, and said, "Die'er, explain to me what this means." I also picked up a pastry, only to realize I hadn't eaten yet, so I chewed it up and said, "You're clearly the King of Chu, who can you blame for making yourself look so pathetic?"
Mo Ziyuan smiled, "You occupied my palace before and made me angry. Today I was hungry and asked the kitchen to bring some pastries, but I heard you took most of them. At that time, I wondered how much Die'er could eat, and whether the vast Chu Palace could afford to feed her." I pouted, "At that time, I didn't know..." "You suddenly crave something, so I grabbed a portion of everything, it's incredibly heavy, yet you don't seem to care."
Mo Ziyuan paused, biting into a pastry, then said, "Why didn't you have a maid carry it for you?" I chewed, glancing at the maid, and shook my head, "She's younger than me, how could I let her carry such heavy things?" Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow, "Then perhaps I should give you all my guards in the future, so you'll have help whenever you need them."
I looked at him in surprise, "Is the Chu Palace so poor now that even the guards have to help carry things?" Mo Ziyuan shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. I threw the pastry away, completely losing my appetite, "Just how weak is Ning Kingdom? How could they be defeated like this?" "The fall of Chu..." Mo Ziyuan looked at me with amusement, "They're probably all like butterflies."
I squinted at him, "You underestimate me." Mo Ziyuan curled his lips, "Then how about we spar?" I sprang up, knocking over the chair, "Come on! Who's afraid of who!"
Looking at Mo Ziyuan opposite me with an extremely dark mockery, I said, "I'll give you five moves." I immediately attacked, although my martial arts foundation wasn't good, I had still practiced, but I didn't expect that every move I made couldn't even get close to him. I squatted down and swept my leg, and just as I stood up, Mo Ziyuan said, "Five moves." Before I could react, I was already in his arms.
I wanted to move, but I was tightly bound and couldn't move. I said helplessly, "Okay, Ning is weak! Let me go." Mo Ziyuan didn't let me go, but instead lowered his head and kissed me. I jolted awake and instinctively stomped on his foot, but he merely raised an eyebrow: "I suppose that counts as a sneak attack?"
I raised my chin: "You didn't say I couldn't use sneak attacks." Mo Ziyuan released me and said softly, "Tonight, I want you to serve me in bed." Then he turned and left. I stood there, stunned. The topic had changed so quickly I couldn't keep up.
I clutched his outer garment, completely devoid of the carefree, resigned, and sacrificial spirit I had the first time. All I knew was that I was so nervous that I couldn't even find the knot of his sash. Mo Ziyuan swayed slightly. I looked up; he had his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. I frowned: "If you move again, I'll have even less of a chance to find it!"
Mo Ziyuan smiled: "Die'er's memory is truly exceptionally poor. It's only been a few days since you took off your men's clothes, and you've already forgotten how. What am I to do? Do you have to take off my clothes every day so you won't forget?" My face flushed, and I bit my lower lip, not wanting to say a word.
After dawdling for half a day, I finally found that damned knot and pulled on it forcefully in a fit of pique. Mo Ziyuan chuckled softly, no longer mocking me. Slowly, I pulled off his outer robe, touching his inner garment. I looked up at him uncertainly, and seeing that he didn't stop me, I opened his inner garment.
As soon as I opened it, I was shocked. The scars on his chest were no less than Mo Haokong's, but even more severe. I reached out and gently touched those scars, imagining the pain of each cut. Mo Ziyuan chuckled softly: "The only thing that's intact is this face."
I looked up at him and stammered, "Could it be that you... are impotent?..." Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow at me, "What do you mean?" I hesitated for a long time before answering, "It's just... that... that... was also cut off?" I bit my lower lip tightly, not daring to continue. Mo Ziyuan suddenly burst into laughter, hugging me and stroking my hair. "Die'er, what exactly are you made of? I truly don't understand."
I pushed him away forcefully and snorted, "A normal woman's body, what's so hard to understand?" Mo Ziyuan leaned closer to me, stroking my face with his fingers, and whispered, "Die'er is shy, isn't she?" My scalp tingled. "No!"
Mo Ziyuan cupped my face. "Die'er, are you truly willing to be with me?" I trembled, recalling that I seemed to have many things to do. Mo Ziyuan sighed. "Whether you're willing or not, once you're in my bed today, there's no turning back."
I thought for a moment, nodded at him, then shook my head. “Ziyuan, I thought that as an emperor, you should understand even more how many people in this world can truly have their wishes fulfilled. I have no regrets about giving myself to you, so why ask so many questions?”
I paused. “Just like I didn’t want Ning Kingdom to perish, yet in the end it wasn’t destroyed by Chu.” Mo Ziyuan looked down at me: “Die’er, do you hate me?” I shook my head. “No, Ning Kingdom was just nearing its end. If not Chu, then someone else.” It’s just that because of the destruction of the kingdom, I have to pay a heavy price.
Mo Ziyuan slowly untied my clothes and said softly, “If you hate me, it’s alright.” I looked at his scarred chest and asked softly, “Why?” Mo Ziyuan kissed me as he untied my outer garment and said softly, “Because I want you.” My heart stirred slightly, and I suddenly remembered why I came to the Chu Palace. For some reason, I felt a pang of heartache for him and touched his face.
Without saying anything more, Mo Ziyuan laid me down on the bed, pulled out my hairpin, and kissed my cheek. I nervously tried to grab his clothes, only to find that I had already taken off his shirt. I tried to grab my own clothes, but he was undressing me, so I could only try to relax, biting my lower lip tightly.
Mo Ziyuan was silent for a moment. "If Die'er doesn't want to, then treat me as someone else." I looked up at him in surprise, only to find his eyes filled with seriousness. I suddenly remembered that he had argued with me about this just a few days ago. How could he have come to such a sudden change of heart today? So much so that I wasn't even aware of it myself. I was about to tell him that I was just too nervous, but then I thought better of it; it seemed I shouldn't let him know this.
I felt him slowly pulling open my clothes, exposing me completely to him. I was incredibly nervous, completely unlike when I was with Mo Haokong. I didn't understand why, so I whispered, "Could you not untie it completely...?" Mo Ziyuan's hand paused, then he lowered his head and kissed me. Dizzy from his kiss, I could only support myself against his chest, stroking his scar.
"Die'er..." Hearing him whisper in my ear, I couldn't relax my body, so I wrapped my arms around his neck, trembling. I was so nervous; I couldn't let him continue like this. If it continued, I felt my heart would leap out of my chest. I pushed his chest away, then, following what Mo Haokong had taught me, slowly began to stroke his thick member.
"Ugh!" Mo Ziyuan fell onto the pillow, his sharp eyes staring at me. I bit my lip and pulled the blanket over his head. "You're not allowed to peek!" Seeing that he hadn't pulled the blanket away, I hesitated, then bent down and licked the tip of his thick member. "Mmm!" Hearing his panting from behind the blanket, I slowly sucked on his glans.
Mo Ziyuan was different from Mo Haokong; his scent was relatively lighter. Following Mo Haokong's instructions, I slowly took it in until I couldn't swallow it anymore, then used my hand to stroke the parts I couldn't reach. Unconsciously, I reached down and touched the scars on his body, gently caressing them. Mo Ziyuan's hands gripped the blanket covering his head tightly, his lower body swaying up and down with my sucking.
With each thrust of his penis, he pressed against my throat, and I kept pulling my head back in discomfort, but Mo Ziyuan pressed down on the back of my head and thrust harder. "Mmm!" No! I frowned, trying to push him away, but he pulled back the blanket and stared intently at me. Embarrassed by his gaze, I turned away, but Mo Ziyuan grabbed my buttocks and licked my vulva.
Releasing his penis, I screamed and tried to shrink back, but he held my buttocks firmly with both hands, nibbling at my clitoris. I was trembling uncontrollably, so I could only retaliate by grabbing his penis and sucking on it until he inserted a finger. I trembled all over again. "No! Ziyuan, no! Ah!... It hurts so much..."
Mo Ziyuan finally released me, but pressed me down on the bed and kissed me. My fluids and his breath mingled completely on my lips and teeth. All my shyness turned into the passionate infatuation that storytellers used to describe, and I could only follow his lead. He caressed my lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I enter you?" I bit my lip, feeling that he always asked too many questions in bed.
He held his penis against my entrance and asked again, "Is it okay?" I nodded heavily without thinking, feeling his egg-sized glans enter my lower body. My whole body convulsed violently, and I clung tightly to his arms, feeling his nails digging into my flesh. Mo Ziyuan looked at me in surprise, but the look quickly disappeared. He shook his head, as if trying to convince himself of something.
As he thrust in, I heard a soft "plop," and my world was filled with excruciating pain. I bit my lower lip hard, my brows furrowed as tightly as they could. I gasped for breath, unable to utter a sound. Mo Ziyuan seemed nailed to the spot
, ceasing all thrusting. I looked at him, sobbing pitifully, "Ziyuan, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..." Mo Ziyuan gave a bitter laugh, "I underestimated him..." I didn't understand what he was saying. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to mine. He seemed to finally wake up, stroking my hair and coaxing me in a hoarse voice. I only caught one sentence: "Die'er, I can't take it anymore..."
I frowned, still in pain, but Mo Ziyuan began to move on top of me. I cried out, "Ziyuan, it still hurts..." Mo Ziyuan pulled my hand and kissed it, his voice suppressed, "Die'er, be good, it'll be alright in a while." I shook my head, feeling intense pain, yet also experiencing a pleasure I had never felt before. This was different from the feeling Mo Haokong had taught me.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a low moan, which only emboldened Mo Ziyuan to thrust in and out even more fiercely. I reached out, my hand touching the knife wound on his chest. For some reason, it always seemed to calm the restless turmoil within me. "Butterfly..." I heard Mo Ziyuan's breathy voice calling my name in my ear, but all I could manage was a soft moan.
"You're so small, so tight. I've never felt anything like you before, it feels so good." I bit my lip shyly, pulling him down to shower his neck with kisses, nibbling at his earlobe. Mo Ziyuan turned and kissed me fiercely. I felt wave after wave of pleasure washing over me, until I could no longer bear it. I screamed, my body convulsing, trembling in his arms.
Mo Ziyuan held me tightly, his powerful thrusts causing me to whimper softly. Discomfort overwhelmed the pleasure, and then pleasure followed closely behind, replaced by more discomfort. I was dizzy from his ministrations, feeling something pushing against my lower abdomen. Terrified, I pressed down on it, but Mo Ziyuan roared and thrust into me violently. I convulsed again, my consciousness blurring.
I shook my head, struggling to utter words through groans: "Ziyuan, I really can't take it anymore, please..." Mo Ziyuan seemed to finally let me go, slapping me dozens of times before pinning me to the ground, trembling.
I lay limp on the bed, being tossed and turned by Mo Ziyuan for some unknown reason until the candle finally went out, but the sky was beginning to lighten. Held in Mo Ziyuan's arms, I turned and caressed his knife scar, kissing his chest. Then, adjusting my position, I was enveloped by the strong scent of his pajamas.
Feeling something constantly brushing against my eyelashes, I frowned and slowly blinked open, only to see Mo Ziyuan sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with amusement. I pouted, shifted my head to rest on his lap, and whispered, "What time is it?" Mo Ziyuan touched my face. "I'm back from court."
I opened my eyes, rubbed them, and whispered, "Then why didn't anyone wake me... I didn't mean to skip getting up early." Mo Ziyuan stroked my lips, looking into his eyes, but I couldn't decipher his meaning. I buried my face between his legs, feeling unusually shy for some reason, a feeling I'd never had with Mo Haokong.
I thought for a moment, "You got up so early, you must be sleepy now, right? Why don't you rest for a bit?" He smiled. "I still have documents to approve." I pouted. "I won't be able to get anything done if I'm so tired, I should rest first, you've been working all night..." I was shocked halfway through my sentence, and just as I was about to pull away, Mo Ziyuan laughed and pulled me into his arms.
He slowly lowered his head to kiss me, but I turned my head away and whispered, "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet..." He held my head still, glanced at me, and said softly, "It's alright." Then the kiss landed.

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