The Legend of the Licentious Concubine... Zhao Min, the Imperial Concubine, Part 3

"Your Majesty

, rest assured, I know of a special form of torture for the soles of the feet.

It was invented by the Mongol Prince Huodu when he was training the Little Dragon Girl of Zhongnan Mountain. If Your Majesty allows me to handle this matter, with a few modifications,

I can forge a suitable set of shackles..." Song Qingshu then began to carefully explain to Zhou Zhiruo

the torture instruments prepared for Zhao Min.

It turned out that the Little Dragon Girl had once been captured by Huodu. Seeing her pure and beautiful appearance, Huodu couldn't bear to

torture her with excessive cruelty. Therefore, he arranged for her to wear a torture instrument called the Pearl Boots, and stipulated that if she successfully escaped while wearing the instrument

, he would not pursue her further; however, if she failed, she must willingly undergo a period of training.

This instrument of torture was quite simple: steel beads were clamped between the female prisoner's toes and secured with silk thread.

She was then fitted with small leather boots. Once her foot was inside, the beads clamped

onto her toe bones, and the pressure from the boots added force to her toe joints. While this might be tolerable under normal circumstances,

walking caused excruciating pain, like finger crushing, which intensified over time. Little

Dragon Girl, who slept on an ice bed daily and possessed exceptional endurance and superb light-body skills,

failed several times to escape after being subjected to this steel bead torture device, each attempt thwarted by the device.

Although this instrument of torture was cruel, it was extremely elegant. Xiaolongnu, wearing pearl-embroidered boots, walked with the

grace of a fairy treading on dust. Even when tortured until she was soaked and collapsed, her toes crushed and maimed, not

a single drop of blood appeared on her socks. Using this method to punish Zhao Min, even Zhang Wuji couldn't find a single flaw. Moreover, Song Qingshu,

upon learning of this method, actually surpassed his predecessor, designing a one-piece shackle

called the Iron Socks. Not only was it more effective at clamping the toes than the leather boots, but it also added a mechanism to tighten and loosen the clamps, making this instrument of

torture even more cruel.

Zhou Zhiruo, hearing for the first time of such a novel instrument of torture, especially upon learning that Xiaolongnu's toes had

been maimed by a few steel balls, felt that Song Qingshu's suggestion was somewhat cruel. But then she thought of Zhao Min's exclusive

favor, which stemmed from her sweaty feet. If she missed this opportunity, she feared she would never be able to win back her Wuji

brother. So she immediately agreed to Song Qingshu's suggestion.

Song Qingshu then said that Zhao Min should wear the shackles all day long. Although they couldn't escape public scrutiny,

Zhang Wuji would surely find a way to remove them for her in private

. To create a pair of iron stockings that couldn't be removed privately, extraordinary materials were needed. Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo had a maid fetch something from the inner treasury and presented it to Song Qingshu on a tray.

Song Qingshu examined it closely and saw that the tray contained a pair of dark-colored shackles, the chains of which were broken in two.

These black iron shackles are the same ones Xiao Zhao wore at Bright Peak. Unless it's

a weapon as sharp as the Heaven-Slaying Sword or the Dragon-Slaying Saber, it's virtually impossible to find a tool in the world that could damage them. However, black iron is difficult to forge. The Emei

Sect's inner hall has a source of earth fire, the pure Yang fire used by Emei for forging weapons. "Now, go and measure Consort Yuan's

feet, then go to the Emei inner hall to have your iron stockings made." Zhou Zhiruo had already put away her jade feet before the palace maids entered, no longer

letting Song Qingshu play with them. She also didn't want Zhang Wuji to know about her momentary indulgence in flirting with her male favorite

.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will present this to Your Majesty within half a month." Song Qingshu received the black iron

shackles, left Zhou Zhiruo's palace, and headed towards Zhao Min's palace.

"Your Highness, I have come by the Empress's decree to measure your feet in order to make

shackles. Please grant me your presence." Song Qingshu immediately knelt before Zhao Min; he

dared not be careless before this woman.

"Measuring feet? What kind of torture device has the Empress arranged for me? It's just a pair of shackles, why go to

such lengths?" Zhao Min didn't realize the person before her was Song Qingshu;

she only felt strange upon hearing Zhou Zhiruo's decree.

"Your Highness, I'm not entirely sure either. The Empress said that Your Highness is often by His Majesty's side, and these

shackles must be custom-made for you; otherwise, if they are unsightly, it will damage His Majesty's image."

Zhao Min frowned slightly upon hearing this. She could understand Zhou Zhiruo's jealousy of her, and the idea of using shackles to humiliate her

was somewhat intriguing. However, the fact that Zhou Zhiruo would have exquisitely crafted shackles tailor-made for her was rather strange.

Unfortunately, she was isolated in the palace, surrounded by people Zhou Zhiruo had brought from Emei, and she had no way of knowing

what Zhou Zhiruo was planning against her. But no matter how the shackles were designed, it would simply mean wearing them all day

. Aside from some inconvenience and humiliation, it shouldn't pose too much of a problem. "

Very well, I said I was willing to accept punishment. Now, let me measure you." Zhao Min sat down in the chair and stretched her feet out

in front of Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu skillfully removed Zhao Min's palace shoes, and the undergarments covering her feet quickly

emitted a pleasant scent. Zhao Min felt slightly uncomfortable at the sight, but Song Qingshu held her ankles, making it difficult for her to pull her feet back.

Song Qingshu took out a strip of leather and began measuring Zhao Min's ankles, soles, and insteps. Instead of recording

the measurements, he used a finger-width strip to wrap around a section of Zhao Min's foot, forming

a leather ring that bound her foot's diameter. He then used fish glue to fix the size of the ring.

After measuring the horizontal cross-section, Song Qingshu wrapped the leather strip around the front and back of Zhao Min's foot, measuring its length

. Soon, Zhao Min's socks resembled a crisscrossing leather bandage.

Zhao Min, seeing that this palace servant seemed to be playing with her feet under the guise of measuring, felt a slight anger. "Eunuch,

are you finished measuring? My feet are getting cold. If you're done, please leave." "

Not yet. I've only measured Consort Yuan's feet." Seeing that Zhao Min didn't recognize

him, Song Qingshu became even bolder. Using Zhou Zhiruo's name, he further groped Zhao Min's feet, starting to remove

her undergarments. He then asked the Imperial Concubine Yuan to cooperate, saying he needed to measure the size of her toes.

"How dare you! Although I am a convict, allowing you to measure my feet through my socks is already an extra favor.

How dare you, such a lowly creature, touch my feet?" Zhao Min increasingly felt the man before her was lecherous. Although

he was a palace servant, she felt she was being taken advantage of. Zhao Min struggled with her feet, only to find that this

palace servant dared to hold onto her feet and try to remove her silk socks. Enraged, she kicked Song Qingshu in the face,

knocking him aside.

"I wouldn't dare, but this is the Empress's order. Does Consort Yuan intend to disobey the Empress's decree?"

Song Qingshu got up, head bowed, and insisted on removing Zhao Min's socks. The scent of Zhao Min's socks and the feel of her skin had already

aroused him. When Zhao Min's warm soles pressed against his face, the force, though a little too strong, had

been very enjoyable. Recalling the feeling of Zhao Min's sock pattern pressing heavily against his face, and smelling

the scent in the air—far stronger than Zhou Zhiruo's footsteps—Song Qingshu thought to himself, "She really is a slut.

Her scent is much stronger than Zhiruo's. It seems Zhang Wuji knows how to enjoy himself." He thought, "Let you be powerful for now.

Before long, I'll have my way with your entire body."

Under Song Qingshu's shameless insistence, Zhao Min finally yielded to Zhou Zhiruo's decree and allowed him

to remove her socks, revealing her ten slender toes. Song Qingshu then bound each toe with a leather strap, measuring their diameter and

length. Looking at the somewhat excited Song Qingshu sitting before her, Zhao Min secretly felt that the shackles Zhou Zhiruo had arranged for her this time

wouldn't be ordinary shackles.

A moment later, Song Qingshu emerged from Zhao Min's palace wearing two leather-bound socks. In a secluded spot,

he brought the socks to his nose, deeply inhaling the lingering scent of Zhao Min's stockings. "Zhiruo, Zhiruo, you're

still a little reserved in front of others. But it won't be long before you're free from Zhang Wuji's

constraints and can enjoy yourself to the fullest. The black iron shackles you gave me are made of pure black iron; if used

as filler, they could actually be forged into more than one set. Naive as you are, you still think only that

slut Zhao Min wears iron stockings, don't you? You asked me to measure Zhao Min's feet, but you don't know I've

kissed your feet over a dozen times these past few days; I've already memorized your foot shape and size." Once you become my private favorite, you can

perform for me without any worries. How moving your poignant expression will be when you wear iron stockings!

Chapter Three: The Brand of Sin. The Imperial Concubine's Expression of Love and Admiration. The Iron Shackles Add to the Princess's Allure

. Min-mei, you've suffered. Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's bare feet, which were resting on the rack, his heart aching as he looked

at the square brand, slightly smaller than a copper coin, on the inside of her feet. He had just personally branded her with it,

the brand bearing delicate and clear characters: "Defiled the martial world, now a slave." Zhao Min's body was still bound

to a torture chair; the sweat on her forehead and her still-panting breaths showed the pain she had just endured. Zhao

Min's hands weren't bound. She was currently playing with a copper seal about the thickness of a thumb. It had originally

been chosen by Zhang Wuji; it was originally just a plum blossom seal, but Zhou Zhiruo, under

the pretext of the Empress handling punishments in the harem, took it and immediately ground away the original seal, personally carving two humiliating characters on it

. Even in the firelight of the torture chamber, the raised characters were still clearly visible, neatly carved, and had been

quenched in a special medicinal solution, giving it a jet-black color to ensure the characters wouldn't become blurred due to burns to the skin. "

It seems your Zhou sister has put in a lot of effort this time.

Min-mei, Zhiruo's temper is like that. I don't expect you to be submissive to her, but I hope you two won't

make things too tense. Once things have calmed down, I'll have the imperial physician find a way to remove these marks for you." Zhang Wuji picked up

a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Zhao Min's forehead. He then turned to apply medicine to her brand. "

I'm fine, but I'm worried about Zhou Zhiruo's relentless pursuit. Let's see how you handle that then." Zhao Min

smiled wearily, revealing a smugness only a woman could see. Although she had lost to Zhou

Zhiruo in court, she still held the man before her. "This brand doesn't need much trouble. Let it stay.

No one else will have much of a chance to see it anyway. It's fine for us to see, just as decoration. If it's ever washed

off, and Zhou Zhiruo comes causing trouble again, I'll be a criminal again. Do you want to brand me again?"

"Alright, alright, Min-mei has the most experience in the ways of the world." Zhang Wuji first used clean water and silk to

wipe the sweat from Zhao Min's soles, then carefully cleaned the necrotic skin around her burns before applying ointment to the

affected area. The pain of wiping the wound caused Zhao Min to involuntarily gasp again. Zhang Wuji looked at her with concern,

only to see her laughing instead of crying. "You're in so much pain, what are you laughing at?"

he asked. "I'm laughing at myself, at having followed such a foolish yet powerful leader like you." Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji's eyes

met, quickly softening. "Brother Wuji," she said, "do you remember? Back then, you and I were in this

very torture chamber. You were also here to torment my feet. Even the way you positioned me back then is

almost the same as now." Seeing Zhao Min happy, Zhang Wuji teased her, "What, little

vixen, you want to taste the torture of your Yongquan acupoint again?"

"Yes, I am now a guilty convict, so naturally it is Emperor Zhang who should punish me, this vile

concubine who has corrupted the martial arts world." Zhao Min playfully twirled around, still bound in her torture rack.

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