Thinking of this, Lady Liu became excited and bold. She lifted her skirt and gracefully moved towards the front house like a lotus flower in bloom.

"Creak."

The door was ajar.

When Liu Guiren entered the room, she found that every piece of furniture and decoration was arranged with great care.

Curtains of beaded silk, the concubine's bed, a small incense burner in pure copper.

Embroidered bed, white jade dressing table...

Liu Gui, attracted by the furnishings here, stepped inside, thinking to herself that perhaps there was another noble lady living deep within this bamboo grove.

However, although the furnishings here were luxurious and meticulously crafted, there wasn't a trace of life. The chairs, tables, furniture, even the white jade dressing table, were all covered in dust.

On one side of the bamboo wall in the inner room, there hung a stunning painting of a beautiful woman.

Liu Gui was standing in front of the painting, looking up at the beauty in it. She couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

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Just a painting, and it already made me, as a woman myself, envious.

If it were a real person standing before them, how many men would be captivated by her?

Could this beauty be the owner of this house?

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This house was built in the inner court, deep within the bamboo forest of the Imperial Garden. Could it be... Your Majesty...?

"Who gave you the guts to trespass here?"

A man's stern voice came from behind him.

Liu Gui's beauty was startled, jumping back. Turning around, she saw King Qi had come in with a gloomy face.

The silk strip that covered his eyes above was removed, revealing the pair of eyes that belonged to the ruler. They were cold and menacing.

Inside, a bloody cold light flickered faintly.

Lily's Noble Consort felt a chill run down her spine, and her knees went weak. She hurriedly knelt to the ground in fright.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I trespassed by accident. Seeing that there was a house in this bamboo grove, my curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to come in and hide for a bit…"

"Playfulness?"

King Qi glared coldly at Lady Liu, who knelt at his feet. "You will pay for your folly!"

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The silk kerchief, which had playfully covered his eyes earlier, perfumed with the scent of his daughter, now tightened around Lady Liu's fair and delicate neck.

The beauty's eyes widened in terror, filled with fear, confusion, and a plea for mercy in the face of death.

Her hands twisted at the silken scarf constricting her throat, her lips, those lips that had brought him countless joys and maddening pleasures, trembled.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

She seemed to want to beg for mercy, two lines of clear tears rolling down from the corners of her beautiful eyes.

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Hoping that the man before her would consider the affection they'd shared over these past few months, and spare her life.

A single night of marriage deserves a hundred days of gratitude.

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But until the very last moment, she was unable to get her wish.

For the man before him was the Son of Heaven, the Emperor.

The emperor, the most compassionate man under heaven, is also the most ruthless and cold-blooded man in the world.

Not until Liu Gui's breath had completely left her body, and her limp form fell at the feet of King Qi, did he slowly release his grip.

"Let people in!"

He ordered in a low voice.

From the shadows of the bamboo hut, a figure clad in black appeared like a phantom. The figure wore the attire of a bodyguard.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Drag him out and deal with him!" King Qi said coldly.

"Yes!"

The black-clad guard picked up Lady Liu from the ground, as if she were a dead cat, and vanished in a flash.

A life, it fades away so quickly.

From beginning to end, King Qi never cast another glance in the direction of Lady Liu.

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Because his gaze fell straight onto the painting in front of him.

Allowing his steps to carry him, Qi Wang raised his head and gazed intently at the woman in the painting, inch by inch, carefully studying her every feature.

His hands behind his back slowly clenched into fists, knuckles white with the effort.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold and eerie smile played on his lips.

" Lian'er, I've come to see you again..."

King Qi murmured, his hand slowly reaching out. Inch by inch, he gently caressed the woman's beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the scroll, the beauty of which would forever be etched in his memory.

Before my eyes, the scene of our first meeting seems to reappear...

That year, he was still a down-on-his-luck prince, injured and fleeing into a bamboo forest, where he encountered her practicing swordplay.

He had never seen a woman so graceful and alluring, yet so dignified and elegant.

At first glance, she was breathtaking. From then on, my heart belonged to her.

She was a kind and caring woman. She took him in without asking about his status or background, regardless of his social standing, and carefully tended to his severe injuries.

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He never got the chance to ask her name or what she did, nor did she ever inquire about his background.

In the bamboo cottage, their brief days together became the most cherished memories of his life.

Years later, he led his troops to carve out a bloody path to the throne of the Nine Five Supreme Treasure. When he challenged the heavens and ascended the throne as emperor, he had three thousand concubines in his harem.

He met her again.

As it turns out, her identity was no ordinary one either. She was the legitimate daughter of the General Who Pacifies the West, excelling in both literature and martial arts. A woman of outstanding beauty and intelligence, she was a true warrior among women, like a blooming red lotus!

But her other identity drove him to a breakdown.

She is his cousin's fiancée.

But love, and a man's possessiveness, drove him mad.

He did everything he could to give his cousin the label of rebellion and confine him for life.

He forced her into marriage and made her bear their children.

Amongst the three thousand beauties in the harem, he desired only to spoil her alone, showering all his affection upon her like gentle rain.

For her, he could ascend to the heavens to fetch the moon and descend to the depths of the sea to capture a turtle.

For her, he could stay away from the Empress's palace for a whole month, and endure the pressure from civil and military officials without looking at other concubines' name tags...

She didn't know the pressure he had been bearing for her.

Her repayment to him was that while he slept, taking advantage of his unguarded state towards her, she stole his token.

Then, the imprisoned cousin was released.

"Why? Why betray me!"

All the teacups, teapots, and other decorations on the table in front of him were swept to the ground by the Prince Qi.

Below them, everything was in disarray.

King Qi stood amidst the ruins, his eyes filled with blood.

He glared at the woman in the painting, his teeth gritted, his pupils contracting.

"You despicable wretch! You vile creature!"

He panted, cursing over and over.

Twenty years have passed, but recalling the events of that day, my memory is as vivid as ever.

The moment his sword pierced her chest, blood splattered three feet.

She lay in a pool of blood, the crimson fluid flowing slowly from her, blossoming beneath her like a furious red lotus.

"You wretch, after all I did for you, this is how you betray me?"

“Why am I inferior to him? Why, until the very end, do you not even look at me?”

King Qi was like a raging lion, smashing everything in the room to pieces.

The chairs and tables were overturned, vases shattered. He drew the sword hanging on the wall and wildly hacked at the white marble dressing table, the willow wood tabletop, and the carved bed...

Only much, much later did he drop the sword from his hand and collapse onto the ground, exhausted.

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...Hands propping up the throbbing head, falling to the ground, letting out a painful groan...

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