Without question, this is the most difficult chapter I've written since the end of the Qing Dynasty. I wrote it for a full five hours. Tomorrow's chapter is also very difficult. I just hope everyone is satisfied. Pleasure before the Palace is the name of the sixth volume. Originally, I had planned to put this scene in the first volume. Later, I confirmed that it should be put in this volume. Tomorrow's chapter has the words "Emperor of the Qin".
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Her long hair fell gently from her ears to her shoulders. The warmth of this moment made the Northern Qi Emperor perplexed. It was as if the darkness in the deepest depths of her heart had dispersed with Fan Xian's action of undoing her hair. It would no longer become a heavy burden pressing down on the tip of her heart and making it difficult for her to breathe. In that moment, she had already given up and accepted her fate. She even faintly liked that her long hair could float down so softly.
Across from her was Fan Xian, the Fan Xian she had once loved incomparably and hated incomparably. The Fan Xian who had once fearlessly displayed her gentle and beautiful side when she was intoxicated by him. The little Emperor had no time to think. Perhaps she had already thought that if there was someone in this world who knew she was a girl, Fan Xian would be the best choice. She had long revealed everything to him. However, at the time, he had been unconscious and didn't know.
The little Emperor's faint beauty and sorrow, a rare glimmer of a girl's aura, and the only return of a woman in her life. It was all on Fan Xian's body. She accepted her fate. She even had to force herself to grit her teeth and suppress the helpless joy in her heart. With a tearing sound, the front of the little Emperor's robe was torn open by Fan Xian's coffin-breaking hand with unusual regularity, revealing her body that had never been seen before.
She was dumbstruck. Her gaze began to scatter. She was shocked speechless by this powerful attack and danger. She could only stare dazedly into Fan Xian's eyes. Her entire body was stiff and difficult to move. Her hands were tightly clenched in anger and trembled endlessly, causing the wooden bed beneath her to creak.
The little Emperor did not cover her chest. She allowed the light of spring to gradually seep through the white cloth and fill the room. She stared angrily and hatefully at Fan Xian.
She found that Fan Xian's gaze was fixed on her chest. His eyes revealed an aura that she hated. Then, she heard Fan Xian's words about her chest developing. An awkward and angry blush rose from the corner of the little Emperor's eyes and gradually spread, covering her cheeks, ears, and neck. In the end, even the snow-white skin on her chest above the white cloth began to glow with a faint and alluring red.
Dusk gathered outside the window, but it was far less eye-piercing than the bright red of the little Emperor's body. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. His right hand seemed to not listen to his orders as it reached under the little Emperor's chin and flicked.
After removing the disguise on the little Emperor's throat and removing the fake Adam's apple, even though her chest was still covered by the white cloth, the feeling of her entire person softened, gradually developing in the direction of a little girl.
Fan Xian carefully studied her brows, her eyes, and gradually moved closer to her. It was as if he was admiring a unique treasure. He remained silent the entire time. He was indeed very surprised. How could a woman hide from the world for 20 years? She had been Emperor in Northern Qi for 20 years, but no one had been able to discover a single problem.
His eyebrows had been trimmed since he was young, and they gradually grew thicker. There seemed to be some medicine at the corners of his eyes, which made the emotions in his eyes appear more stable. As for his gaze and manner, it was presumably the training the Northern Qi empress dowager had given the little Emperor since she was young.
Fan Xian was only in the spirit of research. He was shocked by one of the greatest secrets in the world, which was why he moved closer and closer. He didn't notice that although the little Emperor stood angrily and rigidly by the bed, the anger in her eyes grew fainter and fainter into hatred and coldness.
The Northern Qi Emperor was a woman. Although this was something Fan Xian had guessed three years ago, if the two of them were not alone in the quiet room, he would never be able to confirm or use this in his entire life. Putting aside how he was going to use the Northern Qi empress dowager and her son's greatest weakness in the future, just confirming this shocking secret was enough to make Fan Xian excited.
Right at this moment, a fist that was definitely not as big as an earthenware bowl appeared in front of Fan Xian's eyes. The skin on the fist was smooth and tender. It was even possible to see a faint green vein. This also proved that the fist was very powerful, had accumulated power for a long time, and was very fast.
With a muffled slap, two streams of fresh blood flowed out of Fan Xian's nostrils. He angrily covered his nose and glared viciously at the little Emperor who still had her fist extended. He thought to himself that it wasn't because of this flat-chested woman that his nose was bleeding, so it wasn't too embarrassing.
With his ninth-level strength, he had actually been hit in the nose by a female Emperor who had only learned a few tricks from Lang Tiao. This was actually embarrassing enough. If he had not been too engrossed, too shocked, and had too much desire to explore the little Emperor's face, brows, eyes, and chest, he would not have been hit by this punch.
The little Emperor slowly pulled back her fist and smiled coldly. "In my life, I have never been so lightly humiliated by anyone. Anyone who looks down on me will pay the price."
These words were said with an imposing aura. Paired with the little Emperor's natural monarch face and the faint mockery at the corner of her lips, it was powerful without anger. It appeared to have some power. At this moment, the front of the little Emperor's robe was completely torn. The strips of cloth hung weakly from the bright yellow sash. She was as wretched as one could imagine, yet she still made such an appearance. It was truly comical.
Fan Xian did not laugh. After wiping away the blood from his nose, he calmly said, "I don't care about this punch, but I don't want it to happen again in the future. Don't forget, you are a woman. "
You are a woman.
These words smashed viciously into the little Emperor's heart, smashing her heart into chaos. Her liver and intestines were cut into pieces, and her heart trembled with fear. A wave of sadness, anger, and despair filled her heart. Even the messy black hair floating around her lips felt her emotions. It pressed into her lips and let her bite it viciously.
Fan Xian was stunned by this hopeless expression. He was not a soft-hearted person. However, he had never thought that the little Northern Qi Emperor would one day reveal such a pitiful appearance. The Northern Qi court and various major events these years had already proven this female Emperor's abilities. Under the powerful pressure of the Qing Kingdom's ruler and officials, she was still able to maintain Northern Qi's stability. Just based on this, Fan Xian had to give her high marks for her ability to govern.
Twenty years of pretending and living as an Emperor had, without question, twisted the little Emperor's mentality somewhat. However, this kind of distortion was still within a controllable range. On the contrary, because she had to be on guard at all times against the leaking of secrets, she became even more cautious and prudent. She had a steadiness and maturity that others of her age could not have.
Even when she was being restrained by Fan Xian, she still did not panic. When Fan Xian mercilessly reminded her that her secret could become known to the world tomorrow, she finally could not bear it anymore. Her hard outer shell shattered into countless pieces like a sea snail after being crushed by a large rock.
The little Emperor's gaze was very hateful and angry, but there was a strange calm inside. It was a calm like a deathly stillness. After the calmness, a crazed expression gradually appeared.
Fan Xian had seen this kind of expression before. In the instant before the Eldest Princess Li Yunrui died, his heart grew nervous. He slowly lowered his hands, ready to act at any moment.
The little Emperor's expression was slightly wooden. She opened her lips and allowed her black hair to slide down. In an icy voice, she said, "I am not a person who will be threatened."
She thought she could guess what Fan Xian would do after knowing her secret. With such a large secret in his hands, given the Overwatch Council's power, he could easily shake the foundations of the Northern Qi royal family's rule. The entire North would sink into chaos because of this news.
"You cannot use me. If you expose this matter, I will have no value to you. If you hide this matter, how could I allow you to use me?" The little Emperor looked at Fan Xian hatefully.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time. He then slowly lowered his head and said, "I don't ask for much. I just want you to be more obedient …" The corners of his lips twitched up in self-mockery. "After all, you are a woman. No matter how powerful you are, at certain critical junctures, you will never be able to stand up to us stinky men. It is impossible to rely on you to accomplish great things."
The little Emperor's eyes narrowed. "It looks like you have long thought about what will happen next, but why would I listen to you?"
After these words were said, determination flashed through the little Emperor's eyes. Viciousness surged. She took out a small dagger from somewhere in her sleeve and viciously stabbed it toward her chest.
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After entering the Sword Hut, Fan Xian felt safe. He did not take the little Emperor seriously, so he did not search the little Emperor's body. After all, he knew she was a woman and didn't want to offend her too much. He had no idea that the little Emperor still had the last dagger she could use to kill herself.
Had this dagger been given to her by the Northern Qi empress dowager when she was very young? For some reason, a faint glimmer of sympathy suddenly surged in Fan Xian's heart. He sympathized with the female Emperor in front of him. She lived in constant fear that her gender would be discovered and that she could not live like other girls. How could there be any joy in such a life?
He swept closer and flicked the tip of his finger, flicking the little Emperor's pulse.
With a clang, the little dagger fell to the bottom of the bed. A viciousness flashed through the little Emperor's eyes. Her left hand silently moved the crossbow in her sleeve.
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Fan Xian's strange cry rang out in the room. He forcefully twisted his body beside the bed. His body rolled like a grey dragon. In an extremely dangerous situation, he avoided the three crossbow bolts. His clothes had already been slightly torn by the three poisoned bolts. Fortunately, he was still wearing the Overwatch Council's uniform underneath. Otherwise, this attack alone would have injured him.
Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt and threw the little Emperor onto the bed. Pressing down on her shoulders with both hands, he angrily threw a punch, landing squarely on the little Emperor's cheek.
His anger was because he had just felt some sympathy for this female Emperor and had almost been secretly injured by her. Only now did he understand that she was, after all, an Emperor, a third kind of creature outside of men and women. When faced with the greatest predicament of her life, she would not hesitate to pay any price, even her own life, to kill him.
Blood flowed from the corners of the little Emperor's lips, but she did not faint. She lay proudly and resentfully on the bed. Looking at Fan Xian straddling her, she said, "If you have the guts, kill me!"
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Of course, Fan Xian would not kill her. After grasping her secret, as long as he could truly subdue her heart, this ruler of a country would become, after Uncle Wu Zhu, his third magical treasure in this world.
How could he subdue a stubborn, intelligent Emperor who had been a man for 20 years and acted with a masculine decisiveness?
The shortest path through a woman's heart was her body. Fan Xian understood this principle. He rode on the little Emperor's body and felt the elasticity unique to a woman under him that could not be faked. He knew how ambiguous this position was and how full of spring. After all, he was not a rapist. Furthermore, he did not think that he would be able to achieve his goal after raping the Northern Qi Emperor. Given his judgment of the little Emperor, if he let the little Emperor go after this, perhaps she would only take hot water to wash her lower body and treat it as if she had been bitten by a dog. She would never see his face again and cut off all of his follow-up methods.
The little Emperor struggled under Fan Xian's body. Having been raised as a boy, her strength was far more powerful than her martial cultivation. Fan Xian was momentarily distracted and almost flipped over by her.
Fan Xian looked at the blood at the corners of her lips and her resentful gaze. A wave of annoyance and anger welled up in his heart. Lowering his voice, he roared angrily, "You are such a troublemaker. You want to kill me, that's why I'm dealing with you!"
"Dealing with me?" The little Emperor suddenly stopped struggling. A fist smashed toward Fan Xian's beautiful and loathsome face. She said angrily, "Do you still dare to rape me?"
Fan Xian dodged this sinister punch and finally found it difficult to suppress his anger. Feeling wronged, he said angrily, "It was you who raped me back then! How dare you say I was going to rape you! "
The little Emperor's expression changed. Perhaps she was thinking of the scene that happened in the rundown temple outside Shangjing that summer. Her entire strength weakened. What kind of person was she to treat the Emperor as a skilled worker? She knew that she could not lower her head to Fan Xian at this moment. Otherwise, she would be oppressed by him for the rest of her life. Thus, she angrily lowered her head and slammed it toward Fan Xian's chin, intending to turn over and become the master.
After the little Emperor heard the words "that summer," it was as if she had gone crazy. She attacked Fan Xian in a frenzy. Biting, twisting, twisting, and hammering. No one knew where such a crazy aura and boundless power came from in this little body. Fan Xian did not want to kill her. For a moment, he was beaten into a wretched state. A few red marks appeared on his arm from her bite through his clothes. He was also bitten into a rage. He slapped toward her body with one palm as if he was hitting Fan Sizhe's butt.
Perhaps the spectators watching the farce in the Sword Hut would ask, Why didn't Sir Fan junior knock the little Emperor unconscious?
The reason was simple. Unconscious people always wanted to wake up. If he didn't make the little Emperor yield, Fan Xian would have taken all these risks for nothing.
There was another reason he could not say it aloud. In reality, fighting with a female Emperor was like fighting with children. Their ears rubbed against each other, their clothes tangled, and their limbs intertwined. It felt like the water in West Lake rippling and gradually flowing into the boat, the bed, and the hearts of the people on it.
The two of them carried out a close contest on the bed. It was what was known as judo. Those who had seen judo knew that one of the necessary moves was to pull at clothes. However, even the sturdiest clothes would one day be pulled apart.
In the end, the little Emperor's white cloth made of an unknown material finally broke. It made the second tearing sound in the dark room.
Fan Xian was sitting on her body. His eyes were filled with a boundless expanse of snow. His gaze was unfocused. He thought to himself that she was not only a woman but also a great woman.
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There were red plum blossoms on the snow. The man and woman playing in the snow were both tired. The little Emperor sat on Fan Xian's body with disheveled clothing and pressed down on his hands. She completely did not notice that half of her chest was exposed. It was all in Fan Xian's eyes. The current situation was more like the little Emperor raping Fan Xian.
The long black hair at the corner of the little Emperor's forehead was wet with sweat and stuck together. Paired with her straight brows, it gave her a particularly elegant feeling. Everyone in the world respected her as an Emperor and never dared to look directly at her. Even if they did, it was impossible to see any other feeling. However, in Fan Xian's heart, she was a proper woman. Looking at this scene, he felt a sense of excitement he had never felt before. A woman with weakness in her strength, a woman with the identity of an Emperor, a woman who would never be satisfied with being ridden on by someone else, clung tightly to him and carried out the most intimate contact.
The little Emperor rode on Fan Xian's body and didn't feel that Fan Xian had suddenly sunk into silence. She was almost out of strength. She didn't know what her future or Northern Qi's future was. Hopelessness filled her heart. The events of 20 years had made her incomparably tired. She wanted to lie down, but her identity as the Northern Qi Emperor made it impossible for her to lie down and rest.
She suddenly felt that she was very pitiful and blinked her eyes helplessly. Following this blink, a few drops of sweat slid down her long black hair and landed on Fan Xian's chin. Like a drop of oil entering a fire, it lit the fire in Fan Xian's heart.
"Is this the position in the temple?" Fan Xian's voice was raspy as he looked at the face and the slightly moving snowy mound close to him.
The little Emperor held his hands and lowered her head weakly. Boundless sorrow, dissatisfaction, and anger rose in her heart. She suddenly raised her head and stared fiercely into Fan Xian's eyes. Perhaps she was thinking of the scene in the temple or had made up her mind to decide something in the middle of her life as an Emperor, even if it was a crazy and absurd thing.
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