[Fantasy] A Eunuch Breaks into the Inner Palace (Complete) - 11

In Chapter 5 of Episode 3

, a black and white sword painted with a ghostly face descended from the sky, aimed directly at Li Xiaomin's head!
Suddenly, the wall cracked with a loud crash as a large blade pierced through it, reaching in from outside and blocking Dong Yingzi's sword with a clang, knocking it aside.
Immediately afterward, the temple walls shattered like thin wooden planks, scattering debris. A fierce warrior wielding a large blade charged in, wildly hacking at Dong Yingzi. The blade flashed with a chilling aura, seemingly intent on cleaving him in two!
Caught off guard, Dong Yingzi was forced back several steps by the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) ghost, struggling to defend himself and unable to catch his breath, thus taking Li Xiaomin's life.
The temple gate collapsed with a roar, and a burly ghost wielding two massive hammers roared as he charged forward, smashing them down on Dong Yingzi's head, wishing to crush him to pieces!
Dong Yingzi was both shocked and furious. Caught between the two, attacked by the vengeful ghost with its longsword, she couldn't free herself. She roared in anger, wildly swinging her sword as she fought the two ghosts, while secretly preparing to unleash a talisman to ambush them.
Behind Yun Fei, the wall had vanished, revealing a large hole. A graceful, beautiful girl in white floated in, her movements ethereal, like a fairy descending from the clouds.
The girl's gaze swept over them, her face showing surprise. She quickly landed beside Yun Fei, helping Li Xiaomin up from her arms, and cried out in alarm, "Young Master, how are you?"
Li Xiaomin looked up and saw You'er. He forced a smile, trying to say something, but couldn't utter a word. He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
You'er, her face filled with anxiety, placed her hand on his palm, continuously channeling powerful immortal energy into Li Xiaomin's body.
Li Xiaomin's spirits lifted, and he looked at You'er in astonishment. He hadn't expected that she could transform Emperor Wu's immense spiritual power into such powerful immortal energy in such a short time. It was truly worthwhile for him to have devoted himself so diligently to teaching her immortal arts.
The powerful immortal energy flowed through Li Xiaomin's body, quickly healing his internal injuries and filling him with strength.
Because You'er was in a panic, she didn't pay attention and frantically poured immortal energy into Li Xiaomin's body, causing his immortal energy to surge so violently that it felt like it was about to explode.
Li Xiaomin gritted his teeth, enduring the pain of his surging immortal power, and hissed, "It's alright!"
You'er then withdrew her hand, supporting Li Xiaomin, and asked in a trembling voice, "Young Master, is your injury healed?"
Feeling You'er's soft little hand on his body, and smelling her delicate scent on his face, Li Xiaomin's heart fluttered. He took her soft little hand in return, secretly groping it while thinking to himself, "I never imagined You'er's materialized spirit form would be so alluring. She's practically the most beautiful girl in the universe! I wonder what it would be like to have her in bed?"
He was still sitting in Yun Fei's lap. Yun Fei stared blankly at the young couple, astonished. She instinctively felt that You'er was not ordinary. Seeing her master so intimate with her, a strange jealousy welled up in her heart.
A suppressed scream came from the other side, interrupting the three's thoughts. Looking up, they saw General Sha retreating to the side, his giant hammer held upside down, his spirit trembling. A dark talisman was firmly stuck to his right chest, the blackness spreading outwards, as if he had been ambushed by the Taoist priest.
Dong Yingzi, after her initial shock and discomfort, had recovered somewhat. Gathering her remaining magical power, she wielded her sword and engaged General Zeng in battle. Her swordsmanship was chillingly sinister, imbued with magical power capable of harming spirits. She thrust her swords repeatedly towards General Zeng's vital points, enraging him. General Zeng swung his blade furiously, shouting repeatedly, but was forced to retreat step by step, seemingly on the verge of being overwhelmed.
Li Xiaomin's spirits lifted. He forcefully pushed aside the two women beside him, stood up, feeling his entire body surging with immortal power, extremely uncomfortable, and desperately wanting to vent it. Before him was a target for this venting; how could he easily miss such a good opportunity?
He raised his crystalline blade and roared wildly, his voice clear and fierce, soaring into the sky.
Yunfei stared at him in astonishment, only to see him, after a long roar, stride forward like an arrow, his sword flashing like a rain of flowers, so fast she couldn't even see the sword's movements, only a cold light flashing, overwhelming, sweeping straight towards the demonic Taoist in front of him.
The thief's face showed panic and ferocity, forcing back the long-sword demon with a single sword strike, raising his sword to face Li Xiaomin, trying to forcefully resist his powerful attack. However, at this moment, his immortal power was extremely violent, condensed on the crystal blade, powerful and indestructible. With a swing of the crystal blade, the thief's sword was sent flying into the air, crashing heavily into the roof beam with a clang, the hilt trembling and swinging in the air.
With Li Xiaomin's fierce roar, the crystal blade flashed coldly, frantically attacking Dong Yingzi. Dong Yingzi only had time to raise her head and scream out the word "Yin" before her body was shattered into countless pieces by the overwhelming sword force, flying in all directions.
Li Xiaomin rushed through the blood mist, sword raised, standing still, watching as fragments of flesh flew wildly, scattering throughout the room—a scene of extreme carnage.
More and more ghost guards, brandishing their swords, rushed into the hall. Seeing this horrific scene, they all looked at their master with awe and respect, not daring to utter a sound. Only the dying scream of the thief, "Yin...", echoed in the dilapidated hall.
Yun Fei stared blankly at the flying flesh and blood throughout the hall. Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, her face turned pale, and she collapsed limply to the ground, having fainted from fright.
You'er hurriedly helped her up, but in her haste, she had poured a large amount of her immortal energy into Li Xiaomin's body, which caused her to lose a lot of her own energy. At this moment, her face was pale and her body began to feel weak, making it difficult to maintain the immortal energy required for solidification.
Li Xiaomin sheathed his sword and turned around to see You'er's appearance. Startled, he rushed back and embraced her delicate body, asking anxiously, "You'er, what happened to you?"
You'er shook her head, smiled weakly, and whispered, "Young Master, I'm fine. I'll be alright after some rest!"
Li Xiaomin was moved and reached out to hold her soft hand, saying gently, "You'er, thank you so much! If it weren't for helping me, you wouldn't have lost so much of the immortal power you painstakingly refined, causing you to damage your vital energy. I don't know how long it will take for you to recover!"
You'er rested her head on his shoulder and smiled softly, "Young Master, you don't need to say that. The immortal power I used today will be recovered after some more cultivation. As for the spiritual power my father left me, I still haven't refined most of it!"
Li Xiaomin knew she said this to comfort him and was deeply moved. He embraced her soft body, massaging her up and down to loosen her bones, while also expressing his affection.
Touching her incredibly smooth skin, Li Xiaomin felt a surge of excitement, but knowing they were still in a dangerous place, he couldn't delay. If the young Taoist priest woke up at dawn and informed the city guards, while he wasn't afraid, seeing this scene would still cause trouble.
Inside the hall, the zombies were staggering as they fought the ghost guards, their limbs being severed by the spirit blades, falling to the ground in pieces. Several beautiful women, transformed into zombies, were unaffected by Li Xiaomin's spirit talisman attacks. They moved nimbly, wielding their ghostly claws, fighting the ghost guards to a standstill. Although the ghost guards were valiant, they couldn't subdue them for the time being.
Li Xiaomin looked up, a sudden thought striking him. He shouted, "Stop!"
With a flick of his wrist, a huge, golden spirit talisman flew out, carrying powerful immortal energy from You'er, striking the remaining zombie beauties. The zombies froze, standing motionless in the hall like statues of beautiful women.
Li Xiaomin scratched his head and thought, "I remember the great method of zombie refining recorded in the Heavenly Book. One of the methods is to use immortal techniques to move the bones and muscles of a zombie's face and change its appearance. This trick is not very useful normally, but it comes in handy today. I might as well subdue these zombies. They may be useful for other purposes in the future."
Looking at the remaining zombies, there were six or seven left, five of whom were beautiful women. Because they were female zombies, their attack power wasn't very strong. When Li Xiaomin attacked the zombies with his talismans, he hadn't had time to deal with them first, so their strength was preserved until the end.
Li Xiaomin had no interest in the male zombies. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of ghost guards unleashed a flurry of blades, pulverizing all the male zombies.
Walking slowly among the remaining zombies, looking at their pale, beautiful faces, Li Xiaomin cursed inwardly, "That old bastard, he actually went to such lengths, turning such pretty girls into zombies! Chopping him to pieces with one sword was too lenient!"
He raised his hand, muttering an incantation, and a dazzling golden light emanated from him, enveloping the five beautiful female zombies.
Li Xiaomin normally couldn't unleash such powerful immortal energy. Now, he was only able to use this powerful spell, forcibly subduing the zombies created by someone else, thanks to the immortal energy You'er had forcibly infused into his body. Anyway, the immortal power forcibly injected into his body would automatically disappear after a while. He could only absorb a little, and couldn't reinfuse it into You'er's spirit body, so he might as well use it now.
After a while, the golden light dissipated. Li Xiaomin breathed heavily for a few moments, glancing around at the several pale-faced beauties beside him, his heart pounding with anxiety, wondering if they would obey his commands.
With a slight thought, he saw the beauties gracefully bow down, prostrating themselves at Li Xiaomin's feet, motionless, their expressions extremely respectful.
Li Xiaomin was overjoyed, laughing loudly a few times, but he still couldn't help but gasp for breath and cough a few times before calming down.
Looking at the beauties prostrating at his feet, Li Xiaomin felt regret: "It's a pity that zombies have no souls anymore, just some moving statues. What a waste of these beautiful bodies!"
He slowly stepped out of the hall, the beauties following closely behind. Their expressions were numb, their eyes empty, as if they couldn't see anything, simply waiting quietly for his command.
Outside the hall, all was dark. Night still shrouded the entire city of Jinling, and the light of the future seemed impossibly distant.
Standing in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, Li Xiaomin's gaze fell upon the dwellings of the young Taoist priests. When You'er arrived to rescue him, she broke through the barrier set up by Dong Yingzi, but then set up another barrier outside the temple courtyard, preventing any sounds from escaping. A third barrier was also set up outside the young Taoist priests' quarters, ensuring they slept more peacefully; no matter if the sky collapsed or the earth caved in, they wouldn't hear a sound.
Li Xiaomin raised his hand, golden light gleaming in his palm, illuminating the faint fluorescent veil surrounding the houses. The mist dissipated, and the barrier was broken.
With a mere thought, several beautiful women behind him rushed into the Taoist priests' quarters like lightning. Immediately afterward, piercing screams erupted from within.
The corpse-driving immortal technique recorded in the Heavenly Book was a hundred times more powerful than the Yinshan Sect's zombie control method. The zombies created by the Yinshan Sect, now under Li Xiaomin's control, moved countless times more nimbly, no longer the wobbly creatures they once were.
Watching the graceful figures of the beauties darting through the darkness, Li Xiaomin secretly gloated, "That's more like it! If they were still like before, they'd be nothing but robots, wobbling along, making me feel like the commander of a robot army!"
The screams coming from all sides awakened the sleeping young Taoist priests. They rushed out of the house in their robes, asking each other what had happened and where their master was.
But no one got an answer. The only response was the blood-stained claws of the zombie beauties rushing towards them!
The claws swung down, slashing viciously at their heads and shoulders. Before they could even put on their Taoist headdresses, five bloody holes appeared, from which red and white substances gushed out.
The Taoist priests screamed and fell to the ground. Several tried to form hand seals and cast talismans to defend themselves, but were surrounded by countless ghost guards rushing in. Before they could even draw their talismans, countless spirit blades slashed down, quickly turning them into piles of flesh.
Despite having experienced many battles before, Li Xiaomin still felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of the five-clawed blood holes in the Taoist priests' heads. He gritted his teeth and thought, "That old Mr. Jin who wrote 'Nine Yin White Bone Claw,' did someone in his family raise zombies? How could he write it so vividly? Did he grow up with a zombie?"
He turned away, refusing to look at the few Taoist priests being tortured by Mei Chaofeng, and went into the hall. He picked up the unconscious Yun Fei, hearing a few screams behind him, then everything fell silent.
In the hall, chunks of flesh were scattered everywhere, blood splattered all over the floor. Li Xiaomin felt nauseous at the sight, unable to believe that he himself had inflicted these wounds with his sword.
Turning to leave with Yunfei in his arms, he suddenly had a thought: "That old rogue uttered the word 'lust' before he died. What did that mean? He was certainly lewd, but even on his deathbed, he kept indulging in lust. What was he trying to do?"
After thinking for a while, connecting it with what he had heard earlier, he suddenly realized: "I know! He meant: 'The elders and folks of our Yinshan Sect will not let you off the hook,' right? Hmph, if you won't let me off the hook, I won't let you off the hook either! We'll see!" "
That being said, Li Xiaomin still felt uneasy about offending such a powerful sect as the Guishan Sect, the guardian sect of the Southern Tang Dynasty, which could easily wipe out the entire nation. Just one Dong Yingzi had already caused him so much trouble; if his entire family came to avenge him, even if Li Xiaomin had three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
He sighed inwardly. His only option now was to cultivate more, and he urged his subordinates to do the same, to quickly increase their strength before the enemy launched a full-scale attack, so that they would have the power to resist and retaliate.
He ordered Generals Sha and Zeng to take the Ghost Guards to deal with the situation." After handling the aftermath of the incident at the Taoist temple, Li Xiaomin personally carried Yunfei on horseback, placing her in his mansion within the city. He instructed Han Xin'er to take good care of her and prevent her from wandering off. He left three zombie beauties to secretly guard the mansion, while he, along with You'er and the two zombie beauties, stealthily made their way to the palace.
By setting up a maze, he caused several patrol teams of guards to take unnecessary detours, allowing Li Xiaomin and his men to pass through their guarded sections undetected. He then removed the maze, leaving the guards completely unaware, continuing their patrols diligently, only wondering why the road was so smooth today. The elephant's steps were a little longer than before.
After overusing her immortal power, You'er's spirit was weak. Li Xiaomin personally escorted her back to the abandoned palace, tenderly kissing her incredibly smooth jade cheek, urging her to rest well. Then, he took two beauties and hurried towards the other side of the palace.
Reaching Consort Xiao's chambers, he heard low, sorrowful sobs coming from the surrounding rooms of the palace maids, weeping bitterly for their mistress's tragic death. Consort Xiao's room, however, was completely silent.
Li Xiaomin knew that Yue Niang had placed a restriction. Blocking the sounds coming from inside, and ignoring him, he strode in. Yue Niang's restrictions had no effect whatsoever on him, the master with whom she had made a ghost slave contract.
Upon entering the room, he saw Consort Xiao and Qing Ling embracing and weeping, while two eunuchs stood motionless, like zombies, holding white silk ribbons.
Beside them, Yue Niang was gleefully enjoying the scene of Consort Xiao and her daughter's anguish. Seeing Li Xiaomin arrive, she excitedly rushed to him, kissing his lips forcefully, and exclaimed excitedly, "Master, they've both agreed to be your slaves!" Li Xiaomin was shocked
. He seemed to have only instructed Yue Niang to rescue them, not to order the eunuchs to kill Consort Xiao as ordered; he hadn't said anything about slaves. What did she mean by acting on her own?
Yue Niang whispered in his ear, "Master, don't speak. Let me help you fulfill your wish!"
As she spoke, Yue Niang climbed onto him like a monkey, her long, jade-like legs wrapping around his waist, her arms tightly embracing his head, almost suffocating him between her high, jade-like breasts.
Li Xiaomin, puzzled by Yue Niang's unusual liveliness, pushed her spirit away, turning his face to the side to catch his breath, trying to prevent himself from being murdered by the materialized ghost servant
. His heart pounded: "She's going to help me fulfill my wish? Does she know what my wish is?" The beautiful mother and daughter, who were weeping bitterly, heard their "master's" call and looked up at Li Xiaomin with fear and sorrow, hoping to see what this powerful but evil sorcerer looked like.
But what they saw was the beautiful woman straddling his waist, tightly embracing his head. They couldn't even see her face or figure clearly; they could only tell he wasn't tall, perhaps even shorter than the woman, and Qing Ling was probably taller than him.
Yue Niang turned around and said with a coquettish smile, "You two female slaves, why don't you kneel down, kowtow to your master, and swear your loyalty?" [Huaxia Mobile E-book Network]
In her previous life, she was humiliated to death by the orders of a palace concubine. She deeply hated those high-ranking imperial concubines and princesses. Now that she had followed such a powerful master, she was unwilling to miss the opportunity to humiliate imperial concubines. She had long ago secretly resolved to let her master obtain more bodies of imperial concubines and princesses. On the one hand, she wanted to use these high-quality vessels to improve her master's strength. On the other hand, she also wanted to take this opportunity to see the ugly state of those high-ranking imperial concubines after being conquered by her master. When they were writhing and submitting to her master, could they still maintain their usual indifference and arrogance?
The two women, Qingling and Yueniang, exchanged a glance, both feeling deeply humiliated. However, for the sake of their only remaining family member, they had no choice but to kneel down and bow deeply to Li Xiaomin, sobbing and crying, "Master, we are willing to serve you for life and will never betray you! If we break this vow, may we be forsaken by gods and men!"
Yueniang hugged Li Xiaomin's head tightly, excitedly giggling, "Serving you with your body, don't forget!"
The two women lowered their heads, letting their crystal tears fall to the ground, trembling as they said, "Yes, our bodies belong to you, Master. Please use them as you please!"
After saying the words Yueniang had taught them, the two women couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow, prostrating themselves on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yueniang giggled excitedly, but Li Xiaomin forcefully pushed her aside, frowning, "Yueniang, what are you doing? Isn't that going too far?"
Hearing that familiar voice with a hint of childishness, Consort Xiao and Qingling both suddenly looked up, staring at the tall, slender young man standing in the darkness. Their faces turned pale, and they were so surprised they almost fainted.
Yue Niang slid off him, knelt on the ground, and hugged his thigh tightly, rubbing her soft cheek against his body. She said pitifully, "Yes, Master, I know I was wrong. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
She suddenly looked up at Li Xiaomin's face and laughed excitedly, "But Master, I know this has always been your wish, right? When you're in bed with me, you always treat me like Consort Xiao or Princess Qingling, making me do this and that, pretending to be them to serve you, because you're thinking of them, aren't you? Although this time it was my own idea, I should be very happy that I can actually get them, Master, right?"
Li Xiaomin hurriedly bent down and covered her mouth, stopping her from continuing to talk nonsense. He looked up at the two women kneeling on the ground with surprise on their faces, and his face turned as red as a large red cloth in embarrassment.
Qingling stood up from the ground, her delicate face showing anger, surprise, confusion, and sudden realization. She bit her cherry lips, thinking that Li Xiaomin didn't know about this; it was all his ghost slave's doing, so she couldn't blame him. However, Xiaomin's immortal magic was so superb that he could subdue such a powerful female ghost as a slave. This kind of strength was beyond her expectations.
After pondering for a while, Qingling softly said, "You...aren't you a eunuch? Why can you..."
Yueniang jumped up, clenched her fists, and shouted indignantly, "Hey, don't look down on my master! Although he is a eunuch, he is an excellent eunuch! Moreover, his immortal magic is superb, and he has already developed...well, he is no different from a normal man, and some of his abilities are even stronger! If you don't believe me, try it on him yourselves, and you'll know!"
Hearing her explicit words, the inexperienced Qingling blushed with embarrassment and covered her face with her sleeve, remaining silent.
Although Consort Xiao was also ashamed, she thought that her life was still in the hands of this suddenly unfamiliar commoner. She knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "Commoner, I beg you, Qingling is still a virgin, please spare her! As for me, you can do whatever you want with my body..."
As she spoke, her voice became softer and softer, and she lowered her head, feeling extremely ashamed.
Hearing her subtly seductive voice, Li Xiaomin's heart fluttered. He walked over and reached out to support her fragrant shoulders, feeling her soft, jade-like body in his hands. His heart skipped a beat again. Trying to remain calm, he blushed as he helped the beautiful woman he had always respected to her up, bowing deeply and saying, "Your Majesty, you flatter me! I am but a lowly servant; how could I dare to have such disrespectful thoughts towards Your Majesty's body..."
Yue Niang giggled behind him, covering her mouth and laughing, "Master, don't be so modest! They can no longer live in the palace. We took them outside to avoid trouble, saving their lives. They are grateful enough; how could they dare to treat you like before? Besides, once they leave the palace, they have no noble status. Master should treat them with normalcy to avoid future troubles!"
Li Xiaomin turned and glared at her, thinking that what she said made sense. If he continued to treat them with so much courtesy while they lived outside, he would probably be exhausted.
Yue Niang came over and hugged him, cuddling and coaxing him for a while. Seeing that he wasn't angry, she boldly raised her head to look at Consort Xiao and smiled, "Don't forget what you promised me earlier. What will happen if you break it?"
Consort Xiao's heart skipped a beat. She remembered that she and her daughter had just been forced to say under the threat of death: "If Yue Niang and my master save my life, I will serve Yue Niang's master with my body for the rest of my life, be his servant, wife, or concubine, and do everything in my power to bear him children. If either of us breaks this vow, may my daughter and I both fall into hell after death, tormented by fire forever, never to be reborn. And may our ancestors never rest in peace in the underworld."
People in this era treated oaths as a matter of utmost importance, unlike people in later generations who took oaths for granted and forgot them as soon as they were uttered. Consort Xiao, terrified of the endless torment of hellfire that awaited her, and unwilling to let her daughter suffer the same fate, thus bringing misfortune upon the Xiao and Li ancestors, could only bow her head and weep. Although she felt utterly ashamed of being forced to serve Xiaominzi with her innocent body, a sliver of apprehensive excitement and anticipation secretly rose within her heart.
On the other side, Qingling was also deathly pale, looking at her mother, Yueniang, and Xiaominzi with a mixture of shame and anger. But for her mother's future, she could only grit her teeth and endure, treating this life as nothing more than a nightmare.
Li Xiaomin shook his head and smiled bitterly. Although he didn't know the specifics, he could guess what methods Yueniang had used to force them, mother and daughter.
Looking outside, dawn was approaching, and Yueniang couldn't help but urge them on. Li Xiaomin snapped out of his daze, summoned the two zombie beauties whose figures resembled Consort Xiao and Qingling, and placed them before him. He silently chanted an incantation, pointed at their faces, and a flash of golden light appeared. The facial muscles and bones of the two beauties slowly moved, gradually transforming into the likenesses of Consort Xiao and Qingling.
Qingling couldn't help but cover her mouth, gasping in shock. She and her mother stared in utter horror at their substitutes, never dreaming that Xiaomin possessed such power. Amidst their anger, a sense of awe and admiration welled up within them.
Li Xiaomin, not wanting to waste time, had them all hang themselves from the rafters, sticking out their tongues to mimic the appearance of hanged ghosts. This made it appear as if Consort Xiao had been forced to commit suicide, and her daughter, unable to bear the shock, had also hanged herself.
However, Qingling's double had hung herself in Qingling's bedroom, not in this room. This was to avoid anyone seeing the two women hanging together, becoming suspicious, and then questioning the two eunuchs who had administered the torture, uncovering something strange.
After finishing these tasks, dawn was approaching. Li Xiaomin, seeing that it was too late to leave the palace in the dark and take the two women to safety, hurriedly took them back to his residence in the palace, intending to hide there for a day and then send them out at night.
Yueniang stayed behind, watching the three go far away before returning to her room. She pointed, dispelling the spell on the two eunuchs, smiled slightly, and drifted away.
The two eunuch brothers suddenly awoke. The younger eunuch was about to continue wrapping the white silk around Qingling's neck when suddenly his hand went empty; the white silk was gone, and Qingling and her daughter were no longer there.
He gasped softly, then suddenly heard his brother cry out in alarm behind him. Looking up, he saw Consort Xiao's body hanging high from the rafters, swaying gently. Her face was pale, and her tongue was sticking out long; she had clearly been dead for some time.
The two men stared at each other, bewildered. The elder eunuch was the first to recover. He ran out to see what had happened
, slipped into Qingling's room, gasped again, and quickly retreated. He ran back to Consort Xiao's room, grabbed his younger brother, and whispered in his ear, "Princess Qingling has also committed suicide!"
The younger eunuch was shocked and ran to see as well. He returned shortly after, looking utterly dejected. Looking at his brother, the two men remained silent, wondering if they had had a strange nightmare that night.
Sitting in the empty room of Xiaominzi's house, looking at the extremely handsome young eunuch before them, Consort Xiao and Qingling felt extremely awkward. They lowered their heads, slowly sipping their tea, unsure how to face this young eunuch who had saved their lives and taken them as wives and concubines.
Li Xiaomin also felt embarrassed. Looking at the two ordinary-looking but pretty women, he swallowed hard and forced a dry laugh, saying, "You must be exhausted after a long night. I have a bed here; you can rest for a while. I'll go get some food."
He hurriedly ran out of the room, but dared not go far. He caught a passing eunuch on the road and asked him to go to the imperial kitchen to deliver a message, asking for some good food to nourish himself.
The eunuch, seeing that it was Li Xiaomin who gave the order, dared not delay and hurriedly bowed deeply in agreement before dashing off towards the imperial kitchen.
Left in the room were Consort Xiao and her daughter, who looked at each other and sighed deeply, both extremely ashamed, yet helpless, forced to grit their teeth and endure this inescapable fate.
After a whole night of commotion, they finally relaxed, feeling utterly weak and exhausted. Although the two women were shy, they had no choice but to go to bed and rest. Covering themselves with a brocade quilt, the thought that this was Xiaomin's bed only intensified their shame. Mother and daughter embraced and wept, falling asleep as they cried.
Before long, the officials from the imperial kitchen personally delivered the meal to Li Xiaomin's door, hoping to please him. Li Xiaomin praised them a few times, gave them some reward money, and sent them away.
Back in his room, Li Xiaomin intended to wake them for breakfast, but seeing the two women already fast asleep, their slumbering beauty almost made his nose bleed.
To prevent himself from becoming a beast, Li Xiaomin hurriedly left the bedroom, clutching his wildly beating heart, and went to the dining table in the outer room, where he began to devour the newly prepared feast from the imperial kitchen. However, he accidentally burned his mouth, causing a large blister to form on his lip.
The food prepared by the imperial kitchen was becoming increasingly delicious, and Li Xiaomin was enjoying his meal when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.
He ran out to see what was happening and caught several eunuchs and palace maids whispering in the street. He learned that the events of the previous night had become a topic of conversation. It was said that the Immortal Master Dongyingzi had taken Consort Yun to a Taoist temple outside the palace. Before dawn, the city guards patrolled the temple and found its doors wide open. Upon entering, they found the ground littered with corpses. Immortal Master Dongyingzi and Consort Yun were nowhere to be seen; only dismembered limbs were scattered throughout the hall, suggesting they had been murdered. The entire palace was abuzz with discussion, wondering who was so audacious as to assassinate the sorcerer and consort invited by the emperor.
Li Xiaomin knew more about this than anyone else. Dongyingzi's body had indeed been chopped into countless small pieces, and Consort Yun had been tricked. A female zombie, already chopped in the previous battle, had been further chopped by the ghost guards, and Consort Yun's clothes had been torn to pieces and thrown onto her, making it appear as if Consort Yun had been killed.
The execution order of the previous night and the dismembered corpse discovered this morning shook the entire palace. Even the people of the city had heard rumors and were inquiring among themselves; the aftershocks of this incident lingered for a long time.

Chapter Six of Episode Three: Hiding a Beauty.

Outside Jinling City, in a secluded mountain villa, the place was deserted, with few people around. Only a few guards, alert and hidden in the shadows, protected the villa's owner.
This villa, however, belonged to Princess Zhenping. Sometimes, she would come here to rest for a while, of course, she had to keep it a secret from Li Yu and the Empress, and use the Crown Prince's younger brother's edict to disguise herself as his eunuch and leave the palace.
In the deepest part of the boudoir, filled with the fragrance of orchids, the weak, panting sounds of a young girl echoed in the quiet room. A young couple, naked, embraced each other on the bed, their love passionate and unending.
After a long while, Li Xiaomin sat up from the bed, lazily took a scholar's robe, and put it on his slightly dark, slender body.
From the bed, a soft, delicate voice gently came: "Bai, when should we tell Father and Mother about our affair?"
Li Xiaomin turned around, looking at the beautiful girl in the brocade quilt whose bare shoulders were exposed, and smiled: "Today I will go to the court and write that I have already consummated my marriage with the most beautiful princess of this dynasty, and ask them to marry the princess to me, what do you say?"
Princess Zhenping blushed, threw a pillow at Li Xiaomin's head, and scolded: "You're going to die! How can we let Mother and the Empress know about this? I mean, when do you plan to find a way to ask someone to act as matchmaker and propose marriage?"
Li Xiaomin lowered his head and sighed: "Alas! Poor me, Li Bai, a commoner, although I am full of talent and my poems are the best in the world, how can I be so lucky as to marry the princess of the dynasty! Well, for this matter, I can only try my best to pass the imperial examination, and after I pass, I will ask the Emperor for your hand in marriage and marry you!"
Princess Zhenping blushed and covered her face with a coquettish smile: "You're willing to say that, and..." "You do have some conscience! It's a pity that the imperial examination is still a long way off. What if I get pregnant?"
Li Xiaomin casually laughed, "What's the big deal? We can just marry you and elope to another country!"
Princess Zhenping took it seriously, her brows furrowing slightly as she shook her head, "That won't do. I don't want to run away from my mother and make her sad. How about this, until you become the top scholar, we won't do this kind of thing again, so you don't get pregnant, okay?"
Li Xiaomin threw aside the clothes he was about to put on, grinned, climbed onto the bed, and reached out to embrace Princess Zhenping's slender waist, teasingly asking, "What kind of thing won't we do?"
Feeling his lecherous hand moving mischievously again, caressing the girl's private parts, Princess Zhenping immediately felt weak all over and exclaimed, "No, this won't do..."
Before she could finish speaking, the handsome young man leaned over and pressed his lips to her soft cherry lips, his tongue entering her mouth and entwining with hers.
Feeling his skillful teasing, every private place under his control, Princess Zhenping felt as if she were about to fly away. She could only let out languid moans from her delicate nose, powerless to resist his intrusion.
After a long while, as Princess Zhenping's intense moans gradually subsided, the beautiful girl, her head buried in the pillow, had no strength left to blame Li Bai's excessive behavior. She could only sigh weakly, "Ah, you..." Li Xiaomin,
satisfied, dressed and got out of bed, about to leave, when he suddenly heard Princess Zhenping's call. He stopped, turned back to look at the girl on the bed who was gradually regaining some strength, and grinned wickedly, "Your Highness, are you still not satisfied? Want to go again?"
Princess Zhenping choked, both ashamed and frightened, her face flushed red. She shook her head and said, "We've done it so many times already, and you still want more! Don't talk nonsense. I mean, my sister wants to see you. Let's meet sometime, okay?"
Li Xiaomin was taken aback and asked, "Which sister? I remember you have many sisters!"
Princess Zhenping smiled and said, "Of course, it's my best sister, Changping! Let me tell you, there's a little eunuch in her palace who looks a lot like you, and coincidentally, he also has the surname Li. I even suspect he might be your long-lost brother! Let her bring Xiaomin over to meet you, okay?"
Li Xiaomin was taken aback again and smiled bitterly, "No need, a little eunuch, what's there to see..."
But Princess Zhenping started to... "You absolutely have to come! I'll talk to Changping right away, and once we've agreed on a time, I'll let you know!"
Li Xiaomin had no choice but to grumble and leave the room, his mind racing. "This young lady is really hard to please! No wonder I used to see so many men drowning their sorrows in taverns. Being a prince consort to a savage girlfriend is no easy task! So, my dream of marrying a rich and powerful young lady, becoming a prince consort in a big company or conglomerate, and living a comfortable life was a mistake?"
Just to show off to his sister that she had a highly talented boyfriend, she ordered him to meet her. Li Xiaomin had no interest in this kind of female vanity. Now he was thinking about how to avoid the meeting. If two versions of himself appeared at the meeting, he'd be overwhelmed and it would be a real headache.
But he could deal with that later; he could always disappear, making Li Bai vanish from the Tang Dynasty's borders. However, Chen Dexiu would likely be in serious trouble, imprisoned in the imperial jail by the Ministry of Justice, and interrogated daily about Li Bai's whereabouts. Even if Chen Dexiu was loyal enough to stubbornly refuse to speak, without his management, his newly opened restaurants would probably have to close down at a loss, which would be a huge blow.
Worried, Li Xiaomin rode out of the manor, urging his horse forward towards his residence in the city. Now, he was growing bolder, and relying on his position as the chief eunuch, he could easily find an excuse to go out shopping, and even if he wasn't in the palace all day, no one would dare to question him.
This residence had been divided in two by a newly built wall; one side was inhabited by Consort Xiao and her daughter, along with Han Xin'er, while the other side housed Consort Yun and Lan'er. The two sides couldn't interact and dared not leave their homes, so neither of the beauties knew that an old acquaintance lived on the other side.
As for Lan'er, Li Xiaomin feared she would be bullied alone in the palace. Although he held a position in the Imperial Kitchen, he was far away and wouldn't be able to get there in time if anything happened. Furthermore, he couldn't bear to have his woman serve other concubines. Therefore, he resorted to his old trick, switching the identities of the two "zombie beauties" who had risen from their graves. One of them impersonated Lan'er and hanged herself again, causing everyone in the palace to lament Lan'er's loyalty and righteousness, and also earning her a more dignified funeral.
The real Lan'er, of course, didn't die. She now lived with Consort Yun again, enjoying a carefree life, no longer suffering the scolding and humiliation she endured in the palace.
The deaths of Consort Xiao and her daughter, along with Consort Yun, had caused a stir in the palace, but the commotion had gradually subsided. Although some concubines and maids still lamented that heaven didn't favor the virtuous, in the strictly regulated palace, few dared to mention them anymore.
The two eunuchs responsible for ordering Consort Xiao's execution suddenly died on a dark and windy night. Their bodies were unmarked, only their faces showed expressions of utter horror, as if they had seen a ghost.
This bizarre death baffled the coroner, who could only vaguely report it as a sudden death from a heart attack.
Regarding Consort Yun's current situation, only Consort Chen knew the truth within the palace. She was heartbroken and weeping incessantly because of her cousin's tragic death. Seeing her plight, Li Xiaomin risked his life to tell her half the truth, instructing her never to divulge it, not even to Consort Yun's relatives. Consort
Chen was both surprised and delighted. Seeing Xiaomin's abilities and powerful magic, she believed him completely and became devoted to this powerful young man. At night, she served him with utmost care, striving only to please him, doing everything in her power.
Li Xiaomin smiled as he imagined Consort Chen's gentle and wanton beauty in bed, while simultaneously channeling his immortal energy to erase the dark complexion from his face and body, making him appear more like a commoner serving as an official in the palace. He spurred his horse through the east gate of the mansion and saw a pretty young woman carrying water to water the flowers. He rode up to her and smiled, "Xin'er, are you settling in well here?"
Han Xin'er looked up at him, her pretty face filled with joy. She stepped forward to help him down from his horse, and smiled shyly, "Thank you..." "Master, please inquire. I am living very well here."
Li Xiaomin's gaze swept towards the inner courtyard. Han Xin'er, seeing his expression, understood and smiled, "The mistresses are all in the study and bedroom."
Li Xiaomin was taken aback and asked suspiciously, "Who told you to call Qingling and the others 'mistresses'?"
Han Xin'er lowered her head and said, "It was Miss Yue Niang." Li Xiaomin
suddenly realized that he had entrusted the management of this residence to Yue Niang, asking her to take good care of the newly arrived beauties. However, she had deliberately instructed Han Xin'er to call Qingling and the others 'mistresses.' If Qingling heard this, she would probably be unhappy.
Thinking of this, Li Xiaomin smiled wryly and said, "Don't call them 'mistresses' anymore. Just call them... Madam and Miss. They are new here and not used to the environment. Please take good care of them. I will buy some maids to serve you and entrust them to your management."
Han Xin'er was slightly taken aback, then blushed with delight and lowered her head in agreement. Her gaze secretly lingered on Li Xiaomin, pondering the meaning behind his words. She was now completely dependent on him, practically a maid in his household. Why would he need other maids to serve her? Did he want to make her his woman too?
Li Xiaomin didn't notice her delicate, slightly flushed cheeks. He walked through the flower-lined path and pushed open the door to the house.
Inside, a beautiful young woman with delicate features and an elegant air was spreading out a sheet of Xuan paper, holding a wolf-hair brush, and practicing calligraphy intently. Suddenly, she heard the door open. Looking up, she saw a handsome young man with fair, jade-like skin enter. It was none other than Xiaominzi, the one who had saved her and brought her here.
A slight blush rose on Qingling's snow-white cheeks, revealing a hint of embarrassment. After a moment's hesitation, she curtsied and said, "This servant greets Master!"
Li Xiaomin was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support Qingling's arm, asking anxiously, "Sister Qingling, what are you doing?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that this must be Yueniang causing trouble again, making them lower their status. He felt a slight headache coming on. Seeing Qingling looking even more embarrassed under his support, he had no choice but to let go, scratching his head and smiling bitterly, "Sister Qingling, don't be like this. It's all my fault. I didn't discipline her properly, which is why Yueniang said those nonsense things to you. Don't worry, I will definitely keep an eye on her from now on and not let her talk nonsense. You don't need to take what she said before to heart!"
Qingling sighed inwardly. Could even the vows made between herself and her mother be broken? The oath was made by her and her mother to that beautiful female ghost. With the gods watching, their vow was known to all. If they didn't keep it, they feared they would truly fall into hell after death, tormented by flames. It would also bring misfortune upon their ancestors. How could they break such a poisonous oath?
Seeing her pale face, Li Xiaomin felt even more embarrassed and forced a dry laugh, "Good sister, please call me 'Xiaominzi' as before... ah, no..."
He really didn't want to be a eunuch, so he had never liked this insulting title. The thought of being forced to be a eunuch in his own house was truly humiliating. After thinking for a moment, she chose an intimate form of address and said with a smile, "Sister Qingling, can you call me Xiaomin?"
Qingling smiled bitterly to herself, but had no choice but to drop the last "zi" and said softly, "Xiaomin, my daughter and I are so grateful for your help and care. We must repay such a great kindness!"
Li Xiaomin was flattered and repeatedly said, "Sister Qingling, you're too kind. It's what I should do! By the way, are you and the Empress... Madam comfortable here? If you need anything, just tell me, and I'll buy it for you!"
Qingling shook her head and smiled. Seeing him still the same as before, her mood improved, and the newly formed barrier between her and Xiaomin gradually faded.
Seeing the slight joy on her face, Li Xiaomin immediately seized the opportunity, took her soft, boneless hand, and begged her to teach him to write.
As a fan of alternate history novels, he knew the importance of good handwriting. Those pioneers who traveled through time were ridiculed for their terrible handwriting, disgracing future generations. Now that he had come to this time, he was determined to write well and redeem himself for those of us who had struggled to build our own timelines!
With such a lofty ideal in his heart, Li Xiaomin resolutely picked up his brush and wrote the character "一" (one) on the paper. Looking down, he saw that the character was as graceful as a dragon and as beautiful as a phoenix, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. He knew that he would definitely become a great calligrapher, praised for all eternity, and perhaps even be as famous as Wang Xizhi.
Qingling smiled and held his hand, gently writing a stroke on the paper. She said softly, "Xiaomin, don't write this stroke so hard. Remember the key points of writing..."
This was the benefit of learning from Qingling. Besides learning something, he could also touch her soft and smooth hands and smell the alluring fragrance emanating from her body. Li Xiaomin was intoxicated and his head was dizzy. He leaned his thin body against Qingling, nestled in her arms, and focused wholeheartedly on learning to write.
Feeling his body temperature, Qingling blushed slightly. Seeing how focused he was, she didn't want to push him away, so she simply embraced the handsome young man and patiently taught him to write.
The door opened, and a beautiful woman stepped lightly into the study. Suddenly seeing the young couple embracing and concentrating on writing, she stopped and looked at them, sighing inwardly.
Qingling looked up and saw her mother standing at the door, her face somewhat somber. Overwhelmed with shame, she hurriedly took a step back and bowed, saying, "Mother!"
Li Xiaomin, immersed in the world of calligraphy, was suddenly interrupted. He looked up blankly and saw a gentle and beautiful woman facing him, slowly kneeling down and saying in her uniquely tender voice, "This servant greets Master!"
Li Xiaomin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran over, supporting Xiao Shufei's jade-like arm and helping her up from the ground. His face flushed, he said, "You flatter me! Your Highness, just call me Xiaomin, please don't call me Master anymore, okay?"
Xiao Shufei lowered her head, not daring to look at his breathtakingly handsome face, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, my life and my mother's were saved by you, how could I dare to be disrespectful to you?" Li Xiaomin
blushed deeply, extremely embarrassed. He bowed deeply and pleaded earnestly, finally persuading her to call him "Xiaomin," but her jade-like face was still flushed, and she dared not look at him again.
At this moment, Han Xin'er had already prepared the meal and brought it in for them to enjoy. Li Xiaomin invited the two women to sit down, and he also sat down at the table, eating together as before.
Although the scene was the same as before, the atmosphere was completely different. Consort Xiao remained blushing, head bowed, silent, only focusing on eating her food, refusing to speak to Li Xiaomin.
Li Xiaomin knew that she still remembered that kiss, and now that she was his servant, their roles reversed, and Yue Niang was forcing her to swear to serve him with her body, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Although he wanted to shamelessly step forward and embrace her, forcibly taking advantage of her to break down her defenses and avoid this awkward situation, he couldn't act rashly because of Qing Ling, who was like a third wheel.
Li Xiaomin sighed inwardly, looked up at Qing Ling, and saw that this talented woman with a refined air also had her jade cheeks flushed, holding her bowl silently. Her elegant demeanor stirred his heart again, and he smiled bitterly to himself. Although Qingling was a third wheel, wasn't her mother also a third wheel? If her mother hadn't been there, things would probably have been much more harmonious between him and Qingling.
After finally finishing their meal, Li Xiaomin got up to say goodbye, telling them to rest well, and left the room. He sighed inwardly, "It really is true that 'a dinner for three is never enough.' That old song I heard before is so true!"
The two women saw him off, watching him ride away, and suddenly felt a deep sense of attachment, their hearts filled with reluctance. They regretted not being kinder to him earlier. If he didn't leave soon, who knew when he would remember to come and visit them?
The beautiful mother and daughter stood by the door, exchanging sighs, their faces flushed with embarrassment. This strange relationship between the three of them left them bewildered and unsure what to do.
Li Xiaomin rode out, circled his residence, and then rode to the other side. He spurred his horse through the west gate, galloped past the flowerbeds on both sides of the road, and reached the main hall. He dismounted and strode inside.
Just as he entered, he heard a sharp crack, as if something had broken. Li Xiaomin was secretly alarmed: "Could it be that Consort Yun is throwing a tantrum again, breaking dishes and bullying Lan'er?"
Lan'er had been bullied by Consort Yun for so many years and was terrified of her. If Consort Yun were to angrily scold her now, Lan'er would probably be so frightened that she would kneel on the ground, unable to move, and would have no choice but to endure the beatings and scoldings.
Li Xiaomin couldn't allow this to happen, so he strode in, intending to rescue the gentle and lovely Lan'er from the arrogant Consort Yun. Suddenly, he heard a sobbing, pleading voice: "My lady, it's all my fault, please don't be angry!"
Li Xiaomin felt a pang of heartache and was about to rush in to rescue Lan'er when he suddenly stopped, startled. He thought to himself, "This voice doesn't sound like Lan'er, it sounds more like Consort Yun?"
Then, he heard Lan'er's panicked voice coming from inside: "Your Majesty, please don't do this, you're making me feel terrible!" [Huaxia.com]
Li Xiaomin was puzzled. He tiptoed into the room and saw two beautiful women, one older and one younger, kneeling on the ground, bowing to each other. Both had faint tear stains on their faces, and their eyes glistened with tears. On the ground beside them, a large bowl was broken into pieces, and soup was spilled all over the floor.
Consort Yun, dressed as a maid, knelt before Lan'er, covering her face and weeping, "It's all my fault! I can't do any chores, I'm so clumsy, I spilled all the soup I made for you!"
Lan'er, dressed in the elegant light silk robes of a noble lady, also looked terrified, kneeling on the ground and saying in a panicked voice, "Your Highness, please don't say that! Although the young master asked us to change our identities and have Your Highness wear these clothes, I think he must be joking. Next time he comes, he won't make Your Highness a maid again! This time it was all my fault, making Your Highness personally make the soup and bring it to us, which led to this. Please, Your Highness, change out of these coarse clothes, and let me do the chores!"
Li Xiaomin covered her face and wept, thinking that she was originally a noble lady, a royal consort, but had fallen to such a state, having to serve a lowly palace maid at the behest of Xiaominzi. She couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards Xiaominzi. But the thought of his unpredictable and extraordinary abilities chilled her to the bone. She quickly suppressed her resentment, fearing that if his ghostly servants possessed the ability to read minds and knew of her resentment, she would be torn to pieces.
In her heart, she silently recited, "My life was saved from the clutches of the evil sorcerer by my master. Whatever my master asks of me, I will do; I must not disobey in the slightest. Only in this way can I repay my master's great kindness in saving my life!"
Although she said this, the thought of her noble birth, forced to serve a lowly palace maid who was often beaten and scolded by her, without daring to utter a single complaint, overwhelmed her with uncontrollable sorrow. She knelt before Lan'er and burst into tears.
Lan'er, also terrified, was in tears. She had served Consort Yun for many years, and under the strict rules of the palace, she was not without loyalty. Seeing her consort in such grief, she too was heartbroken and embraced Consort Yun, weeping loudly as well.
Seeing the two beautiful women calling each other "servants," desperately trying to shift the blame onto themselves, and now weeping in each other's arms, putting on a show of unity and friendship, Li Xiaomin inwardly admired them. He slowly walked forward, bent down
, and embraced the two women, softly saying, "What's wrong? Why are you crying again?" Yun Fei looked up in alarm, and upon seeing Xiaomin's handsome face, she turned pale with fright, knelt down, and kowtowed forcefully, pleading, "Master, spare me! This servant already knows her sins, please spare this servant's life! This servant will serve you like a slave, and will never dare to have any disloyal thoughts!"
Li Xiaomin scratched his head, thinking worriedly, "Am I that scary? Why does she look like..." "She's seen a ghost, frantically kowtowing? Hmm, I know, it must be because she saw me fight that evil Taoist last time, witnessed me slay the zombie demon with her own eyes, and knows my methods, so she's terrified of me. Although she used to beat and scold me often, and even thought of harming me, her current pitiful appearance is really endearing!"
Thinking of this, a wave of tenderness rose in Li Xiaomin's heart. He bent down, picked up Yunfei, and held her in his arms, wiping away the tears on her face. He said softly, "It's just a broken bowl, what's the big deal? Let Lan'er clean it up! Lan'er, quickly go and make some tea for us!"
Lan'er responded and hurriedly went to make tea and clean up. Li Xiaomin, however, sat on a chair in the hall with Yunfei in his arms, gently comforting her.
Yunfei looked up in surprise, staring at the warm smile on Li Xiaomin's face, dumbfounded, unable to believe that he would be so kind to her.
Having just survived a life-or-death ordeal, the young woman's defenses were now at their weakest. Suddenly, a handsome young man embraced her, whispering words of comfort. Feeling his warmth, Yunfei buried her face in his chest, sobbing softly. She was both surprised and delighted, knowing her master's abilities; if he treated her well, perhaps her unfortunate life could finally have a better future.
Looking at Yunfei's tearful, pitiful appearance, Li Xiaomin felt a surge of tenderness. He gently kissed her cheek, softly comforting her, while his hands roamed over her body, taking advantage of the situation.
Soon, Yunfei was burning hot from his touch, and soft moans escaped her
lips. She lifted her face, her phoenix eyes hazy, staring blankly at Li Xiaomin's handsome face. Li Xiaomin smiled softly, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to her bright red lips. His tongue explored her mouth, intertwining with hers.
His hand slipped inside Yunfei's clothes, caressing her delicate, flawless skin, roaming over her body with great pleasure.
After a long kiss, Li Xiaomin raised his head, looked at Yunfei's dazed eyes, and smiled, "It was my oversight. How could someone with such a delicate body wear such coarse clothes? Quickly take them off and change into something pretty for me!"
As he spoke, he began to remove Yunfei's maid's clothes, smiling, "The situation outside is tense right now, so you mustn't go out to avoid being recognized. In a while, I'll buy some well-behaved maids to serve you sisters. For the next few days, you sisters can make do together. You can also learn some chores from Lan'er. But don't force yourself to do things you don't know how to do; learn little by little."
Hearing his gentle words, Yunfei was both surprised and delighted. She buried her face in his chest and began to sob, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, afraid that if she let go, this beautiful dream would end.

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