The Lewd Imperial Capital (Uncut Chapters 1-95 + Side Stories + Prequel... To be continued in Simplified Chinese)

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The Lustful Capital,

Chapter One:
In the capital city late at night, it was already unusual for a dozen people carrying large and small bags to travel, but the fact that many of them were well-dressed nobles further indicated that something serious was going on.
Count Maurice was a veteran of the imperial politics, having spent many years navigating the treacherous waters of political struggle. For those who walked the tightrope of the monarch's side year-round, the prospect of political defeat was a constant concern. However, he hadn't expected his political enemies' attack to come so quickly. If it weren't for a warning from his palace informant, his family probably wouldn't have even had half a day to prepare this afternoon; they would have been imprisoned by the Imperial Guard that very night.
The dozen or so people hurrying along were Count Maurice and his entire family. Just yesterday, the Count hadn't imagined that the usually leisurely streets would become a labyrinthine maze tonight, filling him with tension and madness. It felt as if someone appearing at the next corner would immediately brandish weapons and seize his entire family. Any slight movement would cause his heart to race, and he wondered when he would reach the exit of this enormous maze.
Fortunately, the imperial capital was built on the inner side of a bay, so upon receiving the Emperor's order to purge him, the Count immediately had his trusted confidants arrange for a cargo ship to wait in the bay. To avoid detection, the ship couldn't dock, so the problem now was how to get his entire family onto the ship.
Luckily, the capital was built along a river, so even if the docks were now blocked, they could still look for small boats on the wide moat. This was their last chance to escape; once they reached the sea, they would be safe. After all, he didn't consider himself important enough to warrant the Emperor dispatching the imperial fleet to hunt him down.
However, for Maurice, the escape was progressing much slower than he had anticipated. There was nothing he could do about it; firstly, the women in his household were used to a life of luxury, and this pace was indeed difficult for them; secondly, his wife insisted on taking all the valuables. He had originally intended to take only some lightweight rings, necklaces, and jewels, but his greedy wife insisted on carrying all the gold nuggets, which greatly slowed their progress.
Seeing the three male servants carrying the gold nuggets, exhausted and almost unable to keep up with the group, Maurice thought that he probably wouldn't care if they simply carried the gold away and ran away.
Just as the Earl's spirits were at their peak, the wide moat finally appeared before them. When the city was built, perhaps due to confidence in the capital's military strength and the width and depth of the river, no walls were built along the entire river, resulting in thriving river trade. At any time, the river was filled with all kinds of ships, large and small. The Earl had previously complained that the many ships on the beautiful river affected its scenic beauty, hoping that one day all the ships would disappear.
Ironically, his wish was finally fulfilled on his last night before leaving. The river before him was deserted; not a boat, not even a waterbird. Aside from the ripples stirred by the night wind, which offered a glimmer of reality, the Count's mood was as suffocatingly despairing as the river itself. If not for his dignity, he would likely have already collapsed to his knees.
Normally, even at night, small boats would be lit with torches for short-distance transport. This abnormal situation was clearly the work of his political enemies, though he hadn't expected them to be so ruthless. The women in his household were already weeping, and the servants were starting to stir. If the pursuers arrived now, his entire family would be wiped out.
"My lord, there are two more small boats here!"
A servant's shout made everyone stand up and run towards them. Maurice himself immediately rushed to the bank the servant pointed to, hoping for his last lifeline.
Sure enough, two small boats were moored at the foot of the stone embankment along the riverbank, which was why the group hadn't seen them immediately. The count had noticed a person lying in one of the boats, presumably the owner, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen. His features were obscured by the light, but the group didn't care about such a small matter; they only wanted to get their hands on the two life-saving boats as quickly as possible.
"Hey, kid, wake up! Don't sleep!"
The shout immediately startled the boy on the boat, but he seemed unfazed by the rude disturbance. He opened his eyes, stretched, and got up, looking sleepily at the unusual group on the shore. He smiled and asked,
"Good evening, gentlemen. Why wake me up on such a peaceful night instead of sleeping like me? Are you having a ball?"
"Kid, we've taken your two boats. Get off now and let us board."
The count, too lazy to respond to the inappropriate joke, stated his purpose and tossed a gold coin to the boy on the boat.
"My lord, these two ships already represent half of my fortune. One gold coin might not be enough."
The young man seemed to quickly understand the situation and began to bargain. Normally, Maurice would have had this arrogant brat beaten up and left, but at this moment, the initiative was in the other's hands. He could waste anything but time, so he tossed him another gold coin and called his family to board.
"My lord, two gold coins are enough for half my wealth, but it seems you've brought all your possessions with you. In that case, isn't two gold coins a bit too cheap?" the young man said, still seemingly dissatisfied.
These words, seemingly just an attempt to take advantage, made the count, already on board, feel a pang of anxiety. This young man already knew about his group's situation. While traveling by water at night was indeed unusual, how could he have so quickly realized that this was his entire fortune? Would he betray them? Who was he? These questions made the count's recently calmed emotions flustered again.
But the boy, as if to reassure himself, suddenly stepped off the boat, making room for them and appearing to have no intention of getting entangled with the group.
"Hehe, don't be nervous, gentlemen. Actually, this evening the Imperial Guard suddenly imposed a curfew on river transport, so I guessed something big must have happened. I just happened to be unable to return in time due to orders, so I stopped the boat here and went to sleep. Now, seeing your situation, I roughly understand the reason for the curfew."
These words relieved the count, and he also heard what he wanted to know from the boy. However, he still felt uneasy about the boy. How could a teenage boatman figure out such unrelated matters in such a short time? The boy didn't seem hostile, but he was clearly not simple. But there was no time to think about that now. Since the boy didn't intend to make things difficult for him, there was no need to dwell on such trivial matters. After all, nothing was more important than his life right now.
After a dozen or so people had crammed onto the two ships, an even bigger problem arose. Although the ships could hold so many people, the waterline was extremely deep with all the luggage. At this rate, they would likely sink before even reaching the bay, let alone the cargo ships.
What to do? The only option, of course, was to reduce the weight. But the problem was that these people who had followed him were his closest and most trusted confidants. He couldn't abandon his family, and his servants were long-serving or would be relied upon in the future. So, besides the people, the only thing he could throw away were the heaviest gold nuggets.
"No, these can't be thrown away!" Seemingly understanding the Earl's thoughts, the usually quiet Countess suddenly shouted.
After all, they would still need money after fleeing to another country, and these gold nuggets were essential to returning to their former luxurious lifestyle. This was why the Countess insisted on carrying these heavy yellow stones with her despite numerous objections.
"I won't throw away this gold. If you really want to throw it away, leave this little brat behind." With that, the Countess pushed a thin little girl off the ship. The girl, terrified, stood frozen in place, too afraid to move. But what help could a girl's weight provide? The ship's waterline still hadn't reached the safety line.
The girl who had been pushed off was thin and small, and her shabby clothes clearly indicated she wasn't a noblewoman. It was strange to have such a frail servant on the run. The Count was in a dilemma. He didn't seem to want to leave the girl behind, but he also didn't want to offend his wife. However, to leave, he had to give up something.
"My lord, I know your entire family is worth far more than two gold coins. Make a decision quickly; there seem to be quite a few footsteps approaching from behind,"
the young man who had been watching the commotion suddenly reminded the count.
Maurice knew it was no time to dawdle, so ignoring his wife's objections, he immediately ordered his servants to throw a bag of gold nuggets from each of the two ships, keeping only the last bag beside him. After tossing in some extra luggage, both ships were finally able to set sail, albeit with some difficulty.
"Consider these two bags as payment for your two ships," the count said somewhat reluctantly to the young boatman, standing on one of the ships that was pulling away from the shore.
"No, my lord, it's payment for your entire family's lives," the young man replied calmly, watching quietly as the two ships glided into the distance.
The whole incident seemed unsurprising to him, except that the group hadn't actually taken the little girl who had been thrown off the ship. The little girl hadn't uttered a word after being thrown off, and seeing her small, thin figure still standing on the shore watching the direction the ship had disappeared, the boy didn't know what to say. After checking the two bags of gold nuggets, he hid them in two different places, and then could only stand there with the girl.
"You over there, yes, it's you!" A sudden shout told the boy that the owner of the footsteps he had just heard had finally arrived…
For Locke, the commander of the 1st Regiment of the 3rd Guards, today was truly embarrassing. His mission to capture Count Maurice's family should have gone smoothly, especially since Count Gauss's granddaughter, Philner, had been assigned to his regiment for training. It was the perfect opportunity for him to demonstrate his abilities to this beautiful young woman who had just turned 15. However, after his large group arrived at the Count's mansion, they found nothing. He had just been teaching Miss Philner the importance of intelligence secrecy, and now he had personally provided her with a negative example.
Fortunately, a curfew was imposed on the moat in the afternoon as a precaution, and ambushes were already set up at the harbor. Unless the Maurice family could summon a dragon to destroy the city walls and escape by land, catching them was only a matter of time.
Following the intelligence along the way, they arrived at the moat, but did not see the expected Maurice family. Instead, only a boy and a girl were standing on the riverbank. Locke called out to the boy on the riverbank with some impatience.
"You over there, yes, it's you!"
"Hello, sir, what can I do for you?" The boy turned around and answered respectfully with his head bowed. This made Locke slightly satisfied, after all, Miss Philner was watching nearby, and this attitude at least allowed him to save face a little.
"There should have been more than a dozen people who came by. Did you see them?"
"Yes, a group of noble-looking people came by just now."
"Where are they?"
"They stole my boat and left." The boy answered calmly, as if it wasn't his boat that had been stolen.
"What?!" Locke nearly vomited blood upon hearing this. He had thought the curfew would ensure everything was foolproof, but unexpectedly, this still happened.
"Didn't you know about the curfew this afternoon?! How dare you moor your boat on the riverbank?!" Locke, no longer caring about his image, grabbed the boy by the collar. If it weren't for his image in front of Miss Philner, he would have unleashed a torrent of profanity and fists.
"I know, but the curfew came so suddenly I didn't have time to get back, so I had to stop here. It wasn't intentional," the boy replied calmly.
"Didn't have time to get back? The curfew was issued at dusk, giving everyone almost 40 minutes to get back. How far do you live? You dare say you didn't have time? You're kidding me!" Locke was about to explode. "
Um… I live on Mo Island. I'm the island's caretaker, and I only arrived a week ago," the boy said, producing an official Imperial certificate. Locke immediately released him. The situation had taken an unexpected turn.
Mo Island is one of the small islands in the wide moat of the capital city. It's really tiny, so usually only one person is assigned to guard it. However, because the island is quite far from the city, few people are willing to be its watchman. Furthermore, the island is very close to the cliffs near the palace, so according to regulations, it must be guarded by someone trusted by higher-ups. And naturally, trusted people all have some connections; who would want to serve in this godforsaken place? So the matter has been dragging on. But a week ago, he heard that someone had been found. He initially dismissed it as a rumor, but the official credentials the young man presented earlier were clearly genuine. What a coincidence!
Locke knew this was troublesome. Not catching the Maurice family wasn't a serious matter; to His Majesty and the nobles, he was already an insignificant figure. And his mistake in letting them escape would at most result in a warning and some symbolic punishment. The key was finding a scapegoat; otherwise, his trust among the higher-ups would be ruined. This kid in front of him was originally the perfect target; he could just grab him and report back, and be done with it. But the kid's background made him hesitant to act. Heaven knows the new island keeper was a kid around 16 years old. Probably some nobleman brought his child over to gain some political capital. Damn it, he'd only made things worse for him.
"What's wrong with this girl? Why is she so dirty and disheveled?" Locke asked, pointing to the thin, sallow-faced girl who had been thrown off the ship. If it weren't for the special circumstances, he probably wouldn't have noticed the girl at all. Locke didn't even want to look at her anymore; he just wanted to finish his business quickly.
"Oh, this is a female slave I just bought today. I haven't had time to go back yet, so she's a bit disheveled." After the boy said this, not only was the girl surprised, but he himself also regretted it. He had taken on a troublesome matter that had nothing to do with him because of his sympathy. If the guards investigated thoroughly, it would be quite troublesome.
"Hmph, look at her, she doesn't even have a collar yet, who would know she's a slave girl? You're supposed to be a government employee, you should be getting paid, don't do things that damage the empire's reputation. You couldn't even pick a decent-looking slave girl."
Fortunately, the guards didn't seem to care much about this unremarkable girl, which was good because she looked far from the image of a noblewoman in every way.
As for Locke, he knew that tonight's plan was completely ruined. If there hadn't been a curfew, he could have directly requisitioned several ships to give chase, but the trap he had set up had trapped him first, so he could only accept his bad luck.
"By the way, sir, there's something else." The boy's words made Locke, who was already a little impatient, even more irritated, but he couldn't show it, so he could only continue listening to him finish...
"Those people left in a hurry, and they had a lot of things, so they left a bag here. I don't know what's in it, so I'll give it to you." After saying that, the boy took out one of the hidden bags.
Locke had his men take the bag. He didn't really expect much inside; it was just some extra luggage. But when his men opened the heavy bag, everyone except the boy and girl was stunned. After all, even Locke, the commander of the Royal Guard, rarely saw ten gold bars. But for him at that moment, the more important significance was that if this really was left by Earl Maurice, then even without finding a scapegoat, he would have something to report to his superiors.
"You…you knew there were gold bars in here?" Locke stammered as he asked the boy. He couldn't believe that someone would honestly hand over so much gold knowing it was inside, but the boy's calm expression convinced Locke that he knew what was inside.
"Ah, I only knew that the contents were left behind by nobles and must be very valuable, so I dared not keep them
for myself. I didn't expect them to be gold, so they should be handed over to you, sir." The boy's attitude remained unhurried. He only took out one of the two bags of gold left by the count, but this ensured that he would no longer be bothered by the guards. Although it seemed like a significant loss at the moment, it was actually the smartest thing to do.
Locke, who had finally found a lifeline, was naturally overjoyed. After patting the boy on the shoulder and praising him, he turned around and gave orders to one of his subordinates, a beautiful blonde girl.
"Ferna, go to headquarters now and report everything. Also, notify the navy to help seal off the area... Never mind, they're just waiting to see us fail anyway... Just report the situation directly."
The girl named Ferna gave a crisp salute, then glanced at the somewhat strange boy before her. She also stared at the abandoned girl for a while, seemingly lost in thought, before quickly turning her gaze away and riding back to the city. Her demeanor was elegant, yet completely devoid of any noble arrogance. To everyone present, the girl's flowing golden hair as she left was perhaps the only breath of fresh air in this oppressive night.
And so, after the guards took the gold nuggets, only the boy and girl remained on the tranquil riverbank.
"I..." The girl, who had been silent, was about to say something, but the boy interrupted her.
"I know you have a lot to say, and a lot you don't want to say, but none of that matters for now. Those nobles abandoned you and two bags of gold to save their own lives, and I traded a bag of gold and a lie for our safety. So now you and the other bag of gold are mine for the time being. I'm very tired tonight, so save your stories for tomorrow."
The boy looked at the somewhat dirty and thin little girl before him; her expression suggested she hadn't yet accepted this reality.
"Anyway, from today onwards, you are my slave girl. As master and servant, we don't need to know each other too deeply for now, but… at least we should know each other's names. My name is Ed, I don't have a surname, just Ed. And you?"
"I… my name is… Elise, and from today onwards, I don't have a surname either…"

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