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“Yue Rong, is there any way to heal Hibiscus?” Murong Xiyan's hair was loosely tied, her robe half undone, leaning sideways against the bed. Yue Rong lay naked in her arms, covered by the Lotus Blanket. “Princess, do we still need to mention another man here?” Murong Xiyan stroked Yue Rong's black hair, “Fine, I won't mention it.” But it remained in her heart.
“I know he must have been a handsome man in the past, which is why you feel regret, Princess.” Yue Rong said with a hint of sorrow. Even if there was a way to heal him, he wouldn’t do it, and he couldn’t let another healer treat him. “You said not to mention it, yet you brought it up yourself.” Murong Xiyan looked at her lover in her arms, “I want to marry you; will you still frown?”
“Princess, I…” Yue Rong looked at Murong Xiyan, “Why did you suddenly decide to marry me?” Murong Xiyan’s fair hand traced Yue Rong’s features, “If I marry you, will you still have concerns? Or are you unwilling to heal him?” After saying this, she caressed Yue Rong’s chest, “I will use your third rib to complete myself, not his.”
In the Murong Dynasty, women were born incomplete, lacking that third rib. Only men could offer their ribs to create a flawless woman; only a perfect woman's body could conceive and bear children. Whichever tender-hearted man completed this woman would mean that the Wife could only bear children for him. Thus, in an era where gods and demons coexisted, how much helplessness and pain did the princesses of the Murong Clan endure? They could not obtain the tender-hearted men they desired and carried their incomplete regrets until the end of their lives!
“Princess!” Yue Rong shyly pressed Murong Xiyan down beneath her. “Wife, I… want to be on top.” Murong Xiyan’s initially shocked expression turned into a smile as she reached out to twine Yue Rong’s hair around her fingers. “I allow it.”
Gusu Yue Rong was the most extraordinary man of the Murong Dynasty, born in a brothel. In his youth, he had already gained considerable fame among the Chu people in Su City. The wealthiest man in Su City, Mu Zhe, saw his ethereal beauty and offered him a contract to rescue him from his fiery fate. However, Gusu Yue Rong preferred to sink into the mortal world rather than enter the heavy curtains of a government office. Unable to possess him, Mu Zhe grew resentful and forcibly bought Gusu Yue Rong, branding him with the character for ‘slave’ and expelling him from Su City. Three years later, Gusu Yue Rong returned to Su City; overnight, Mu Zhe’s household of hundreds met with bloodshed—except for servants and subordinates—all suffered gruesome deaths while wailing for seven days. In the end, they bled out and died! Not a single healer in the entire Murong Dynasty could save them! The Murong surname was the most noble in the dynasty; thus Mu Zhe's revenge led to imperial wrath! A nationwide manhunt was issued for Gusu Yue Rong's execution. As a man amidst the sounds of war drums and horses, Gusu Yue Rong faced it all calmly! “Death is also rebirth.” On the execution ground, Gusu Yue Rong appeared frail but wore a smile that shook many women's hearts. Such a man was rare in this world! How many women would not be infatuated with him?! The most favored imperial daughter of the Murong Dynasty, Murong Xiyan—the heir apparent—watched this astonishing man being executed from her platform; she gazed at his slender figure before turning away and fleeing.
“Imperial Edict of the Benevolent Emperor! This decree grants immunity from death and punishment!” Murong Xiyan stood on the execution ground, holding an Imperial Pardon above Gusu Yue Rong’s head. The azure token emitted light that enveloped Gusu Yue Rong. As Murong held the execution knife poised over Gusu Yue Rong's beautiful neck, Youmang flashed by; that gleaming knife passed through Gusu Yue Rong's neck. His slender body collapsed into Murong Xiyan's embrace due to pain. In that final glance, he saw this beautiful and courageous woman; that love was irretrievable! The pain of execution yet no death—that was what an Imperial Pardon meant. Murong Xiyan held Gusu Yue Rong as they left.
This incident enraged the Empress; Murong Xiyan acted recklessly and indulged in male beauty—her status as an imperial daughter was stripped away! A smile from a handsome man cost her Territory.
“Wife.” Yue Rong rested on Murong Xiyan’s arm and lifted his head from her soft embrace. “I…” He initiated a kiss with her; his long fingers pressed against her chest. A warm current enveloped Murong Xiyan’s body as if something entered her being and warmed her soul. In a daze, Yue Rong softly murmured; that feeling of simultaneous pleasure between soul and soft body overwhelmed them both. Murong Xiyan couldn’t help but squint her eyes. “Indeed still that unconventional man from years ago; still so proactive.” Murong Xiyan whispered near his ear while twirling her fingers through his black hair. Gusu Yue Rong’s handsome face flushed red as he called out ‘Wife,’ yet his movements beneath became wild.
“Yue Rong, do you remember when I first saw you? You looked like you might be blown away on that execution ground.” Murong Xiyan breathed lightly as she whispered into his ear. “Yue Rong is very strong; how could he be blown away?” Gusu Yue Rong pushed forward with great effort; he truly had strength enough for such exertion.
The warm spring night is fleeting; your beauty is not burdened by Territory. Murong Xiyan sighed softly within her heart as determined eyes appeared before she turned around and embraced Yue Rong tightly while closing her eyes. Though she was affectionate, she could not be unfeeling.
"Ha ha, ha ha!" In the resplendent palace of the Empress, laughter and merriment echoed, filled with indulgent words. "With you handsome male companions, being an emperor is truly enjoyable." On the golden dragon bed adorned with auspicious beasts, the Empress, with her jade-like body, beamed with satisfaction. After a night of pleasure, several male consorts were giving her a massage to relieve her fatigue. The Empress was overjoyed, holding the hand of a favored concubine and placing it beneath her, where water flowed gently and spring feelings stirred. "Come on, let's continue. Those kneeling below, come up," the Empress waved her hand, and the surrounding male consorts obediently descended from the dragon bed. The male consort who had been prostrating beneath the dragon bed removed his only long robe and crawled up onto the dragon bed.
That night felt both too short and too long; being an Empress was good, but having three thousand male favorites was even better.
"Your Majesty, it is late; you should rest now," came the voice of a lady-in-waiting from outside.
The sounds of pleasure from the Emperor's chamber lingered on without pause. The lady-in-waiting sighed softly; how had the Empress become like this?
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