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I won't care if they don't let me dance, but since I've chosen to dance, let me fully enjoy the exuberance and fiery passion of modern dance. If I can't dance, I won't dance; if I'm going to dance, I'll dance to my heart's content, until my body and mind are completely relaxed! I'll dance until I forget all my troubles, forget all my humiliations, forget everything that's like a dream...

Fireworks rose and fell in the sky, their patterns fading faintly in the air. The entire black sky resembled a vast lake, with ripples spreading outwards in circles, just like the thoughts that had plunged me into the deep sea of his gaze, thoughts that I could never escape—so profound, so powerful, so heavy, that it made it hard for me to breathe.

The music, which had been soaring and exciting, finally came to a close. I held onto my last pose, and this time without hesitation, thunderous applause erupted the moment the music ended. The whole place became lively, a far cry from the initial quiet; now it finally felt like a festive dinner party.

I stood on the stage, looking at tonight's star, ignoring her increasingly pale face, and asked calmly, "Shuangshuang, is that enough?" To be honest, I really didn't want to continue with the last performance.

She glared at me fiercely, a hint of resentment in her voice, yet also a defiant air, and said, "These are just some acrobatics, nothing special. Besides, we agreed on three performances. Surely you can't... do you?"

At this moment, Sima Rui, who had been watching me intently from the side, suddenly spoke up: "My beloved concubine will surely not disappoint us."

I sighed inwardly, but coldly swept my gaze across the crowd: "I hope some of you will regret this." With that, I turned and left the stage, preparing for my final dance.

The last dance.

Lastone?

"Miss, are you sure you want to go out dressed like this?" Yunying asked me worriedly.

“Yes, Master,” Xiao Quanzi also came over and frowned, “I wonder what their reaction will be?”

I glanced indifferently at my gold dress, made of only a few pieces of fabric, twirled around nonchalantly, and asked sideways, "Is there a problem?" I knew what they were worried about, but since I had been forced to this point, I didn't want to back down or be cowardly because of anything, anyone, any gaze, or any rumors.

That's not something a modern person like me should regress on, or something I wouldn't dare to do.

Hehe, I chuckled softly, applying crimson rouge to my lips, making me look utterly alluring, utterly beautiful, utterly seductive, utterly alluring…

Tonight is Anjin's night. It's my night to be myself. So, what is there to fear?

Finally, I gave myself a seductive smile in the mirror and loosened my brocade cloak.

She revealed a shapely, fair, and smooth body. Without looking back, she left, leaving Yunying behind, still worried, calling out, "Miss—" I could imagine the old man's furrowed brow; it was truly ugly. I must remember to remind her not to furrow her brow again next time.

Look at my short skirt, with its lotus-shaped hem and exposed, fair and tender breasts—it's incredibly alluring. This is the standard dance skirt for modern everyday dancing like the cha-cha, tango, and ballroom. I doubt many people would find it acceptable. Although I've modified it with a lot more fabric, at least my back isn't completely exposed, and the hem is much longer. Besides, my long, chestnut-colored curly hair covers a lot of my chest and back, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?

The most exquisite part was the red high heels on my feet, which made me look alluring and charming. Every smile and frown was like a gentle autumn breeze, and my eyes were full of affection. This is the kind of beauty described in the book. I wonder what these ancient people were like?

The second round was a combination of cha-cha, tango, ballroom dancing, and jive. Since I'm being asked to dance, I won't give myself a chance to regret it! Dance, dance... Grandma's twisted dough sticks!

On the stage, a long, almost entirely red curtain hung suspended in the air. The silhouette of an incredibly sexy and alluring woman was captivating against the backdrop, every movement and pose alluring in the hazy light. Just as everyone held their breath, trying to discern who was behind the curtain, a rhythmic thumping sound suddenly rang out, reminiscent of drumbeats, with a sense of leaping and bounding.

Suddenly, a curtain of light spread out from the sky, like a fairy scattering flowers or a waterfall cascading down, its magnificent momentum startling everyone. However, what surprised everyone even more was the stunningly beautiful woman behind the curtain.

Her exaggerated and sexy pose, her violet eyeshadow exuding mystery, not to mention her alluring lips, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, her full breasts, and the diamond necklace that no one recognized adorning her slender neck, her fair skin so delicate it seemed like it could be touched by a breath, and her long, beautiful legs on full display, all contributed to the strange harmony she wore. Although the crowd was amazed, they felt no awkwardness or strain, as if the clothes were born for her.

Amidst their astonishment, the pedantic ministers couldn't help but frown. This was utterly unbecoming of a lady of high birth, lacking any self-awareness befitting a woman of the emperor. How could she expose her breasts in front of so many people? It was truly outrageous. Meanwhile, the women who usually mocked her for lacking money and expensive clothes were now filled with complex emotions. Their brows furrowed slightly, wondering why her costumes for the three dances, though unique in this world, resembled those of "Jun Jin," or even the styles displayed in a special cabinet in Jun Jin's shop in the capital. That cabinet showcased rare, unsold items, reserved for visitors to admire. It was said that someone had offered an astronomical price, but the owner hadn't been tempted. Unexpectedly—

Although surprised and suspicious, I refused to believe it, comforting myself that it was all just a coincidence.

Just when everyone thought the dance was about to end and was about to clap their hands, the music started to reach another climax. The stunning beauty on the stage began to sway her body and dance a dance that no one had ever seen before. And it wasn't just this one; the two dances that had just ended and left everyone wanting more were also something that no one had ever seen before.

Some recalled the grand dance festival that had been held when the Persian cruise ships passed through this area, a spectacle that had captivated the entire city. This dance resembled Persian dance, yet it wasn't quite the same. Although they knew that such behavior by women was somewhat indecent, they were still drawn to the dance and couldn't help but cheer. As everyone's eyes gleamed at the woman's enchanting and graceful movements on stage...

Consort Huan noticed the Emperor's face growing increasingly ashen, his gaze ever more unfathomable, filled with contradiction, pain, and an unquenchable rage... as if his beloved possession had been coveted, his treasure shared by others. A slight smile played on Consort Huan's lips; she knew the Emperor's heart was already captivated by the woman on the stage, radiating dazzling beauty. "Your Majesty, you're moved, aren't you?"

Huan Wen gazed at the woman on the stage, now ablaze with fiery passion. He knew he had been drawn to her since childhood, but seeing her so captivatingly dressed, drawing all eyes to her, he couldn't help but be burned by her fiery radiance. He knew she didn't belong to him, knew she already belonged to another man, and should have relinquished all his unwarranted desires after she insisted on entering the palace. Yet, his heart was still filled with unbearable pain. Even with so many people at the banquet, his gaze could only revolve around her, his eyes moved only for her. He could only defy reason and follow his heart… Huan Wen smiled bitterly. His gaze remained fixed on her. Watching her display her unparalleled beauty before everyone, his heart ached so much, so intensely, that it almost numbed him.

I danced wildly, following my heart, doing whatever I wanted. Every movement was so natural, so smooth and free, so unrestrained. My gaze was cold, disdainful, and contemptuous as I looked at those who wanted to mock me, hurt me, or even kill me. My heart was strangely calm and clear... I ignored those who watched my dance with prejudice, those who wanted to condemn me to the deepest hell with worldly etiquette, and those who looked at me with resentment.

Today I'm only happy for myself. I'm dancing only for my own joy. It's a wonderfully light and strange pleasure, something I almost lost as I lay dormant in this world.

My cha-cha, my tango… Just as I was concentrating intently on my dance, suddenly, a dark figure lunged at me, and in an instant, I was enveloped in a black cloak. I was startled—who was it, to forcibly lift me up in front of all the officials? With great difficulty, I tried to free my hands to lift the cloak obscuring my eyes and see who dared to be so audacious, but then I heard another person come up from the stage, speaking in a cold and arrogant voice to the person holding me: “Give her back to me.”

Volume 2, Chapter 61: Xi Bugui

Hearing that familiar voice, so cold it almost froze me, I froze. I quickly pulled my hand away from that damned robe, revealing Huan Wen, who had been holding me tightly, his face expressionless. How could it be him? What's this kid up to?

Although the stage and the banquet hall were far apart, his sudden appearance was enough to make people, even if they couldn't see clearly, imagine what he might be thinking. I am the emperor's concubine, and he is a subject. What kind of decorum is this? In the eyes of outsiders—I really couldn't explain myself. Is this the kind of helplessness where you can't explain yourself even if you jump into the Yellow River? What's more, the emperor himself had come to join in the fun. I lowered my head, avoiding his piercing gaze. If looks could kill, he would probably think I was promiscuous and unfaithful enough to kill me right now.

I said indifferently to Huan Wen, who was holding me tightly and staring at the emperor, "Let me go." I admired his courage at this moment, but Huan Wen at this moment confused me. Was this still the shrewd and cunning Huan Wen of the past?

He still held me stubbornly with his lips pursed. At that moment, Huan Wen was like a child, and I couldn't help but think of my third brother, that lovely and clear-headed young man.

"Huan Wen, stop making a scene. This is nothing like you. Let me go!" I struggled.

The emperor also walked over and coldly said to Huan Wen, "Return my concubines to me." Although he didn't say anything, his obviously changed tone already concealed a strong threat.

Unfortunately, that arrogant Huan Wen is almost the reason I'm being killed. I had no choice but to use my martial arts skills to quickly break free from his embrace, but unfortunately, I ended up kissing the ground.

I closed my eyes, afraid to look, but the expected pain didn't come. Instead, I fell into another familiar embrace, the scent of which was just as familiar. I opened my eyes and saw his cold gaze and expressionless face. His entire being seemed to silently convey his storm-like rage. I was confused. Why? Was it because Huan Wen rushed up and hugged me? Or did he feel that I, as his concubine, had disgraced him?

He held me in his arms, facing Huan Wen without uttering a word, and walked straight to the front of the stage. He said in a deep voice to the audience, "My beloved concubine and I are both tired today. All of you may leave." After saying this, he ignored the various expressions and changing faces of the people present, silently turned around with me in his arms, and walked towards his palace.

His silence and the suppressed trembling of his body filled me with increasing fear along the way.

Upon arriving at the Imperial Palace, he kicked open the door, then promptly locked it from the inside. A chill ran through me, and I finally mustered the courage to speak: "Your Majesty is tired today, so I shall take my leave. Your Majesty—"

"Hehe," the person above suddenly chuckled softly, without any emotion. He suddenly leaned down to look at me and said, "What are you thinking of to escape now? Tonight, you are mine, and I will not let you escape."

I widened my eyes, a hint of guilt in them, but I still stammered, "Your Majesty, I don't understand what Your Majesty is saying."

"Don't you understand?" he asked with a light laugh, which sent chills down my spine. Was it a full moon tonight, so the werewolf was about to transform?

He threw me onto the dragon bed without a second thought. My back hit the bed frame, and it hurt terribly, but he still stared at me expressionlessly, as if he were observing his prey, wondering what tricks it would pull when it was about to die. At that moment, I truly felt the danger. I swallowed hard, and my body reflexively backed away. He gradually climbed onto the bed and approached me. I kept retreating until I reached the very end of the bed, where there was nowhere left to go.

He watched my futile efforts with a cold smile and began to undress. I stood there dumbfounded, then forced myself to say, "Your Majesty, I have not yet bathed and changed. I cannot defile Your Majesty's body. Please allow me to—"

“I don’t mind,” he interrupted, but I do mind. “Or,” he looked at me mockingly, taking off his last piece of clothing to reveal his strong and handsome male body, I couldn’t help but blush and turned my head away, “or you should apply ‘Dream Love’ so that I can be fooled by you.”

I turned to look at him in astonishment. How did he know? But before I could think, he leaned down and kissed my lips, a cold and unrestrained kiss, devoid of any emotion. I struggled, but before I could do anything, my dress was torn to shreds. My heart sank. I lamented why I was dressed so scantily. Wasn't this just for my own convenience?

"Wait, Your Majesty, stop!" I suddenly shouted. His hand was already on my chest. I didn't want to have sex with him like this, I didn't want to! Under duress, even if it was Brother Sima, it wouldn't work!

He didn't stop what he was doing, and pinched my breast hard. I gasped in pain, but he looked up at me disdainfully: "You don't need to struggle anymore. No matter how much you struggle and resist, no matter how much you cry out to heaven or beg me, I will not let you go. What, you're allowed to let other men touch you, to have secret rendezvous with other men behind my back, exchanging flirtatious glances, but I'm not allowed to touch you now? Don't forget, you are my concubine. I can do whatever I want with you. You deceived me with 'Dream Love,' committing the crime of deceiving the emperor. I can exterminate your entire family."

I looked at him coldly and said angrily, "I just don't want you to touch me. Other men can touch me, but you can't."

His gaze darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss me, biting my lip hard until a few drops of blood dripped out. Seeing me gasp in pain, he said coldly, "You woman, don't you feel any pain? Don't you have a heart?!" His expression was twisted to the point of being deformed, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me, almost as if tears of blood were about to fall from them.

"Your man also cares about what others think of you, doesn't he? He doesn't want you to be shared with so many people, does he?!" He suddenly sneered. I stared at him in astonishment. What was he saying? Did he think that Huan Wen and I—it turned out he was angry because I danced in front of everyone? Then why didn't he help me back when Huan Shuangshuang made things difficult for me, and even made me dance?!

"You've misunderstood. Huan Wen and I have nothing going on," I said urgently.

"Nothing? Heh." His smile was bitter and full of self-deprecation.

His expression was pained, as if he were conflicted about something. I said softly, "I didn't lie to you, I didn't. Your Majesty, please release me first, okay?" I used a strategy of using gentleness to overcome strength.

His gaze turned cold: "What tricks are you playing now? Isn't this what you wanted? Your father went to great lengths to send you into the palace to get close to me, isn't this what you wanted, my beloved concubine?"

I looked at him with teary eyes, my gaze brimming with emotion: "No, no." He had no idea what I was thinking. I was speechless, unsure of what to say. I realized he had a thousand misunderstandings about me now.

Suddenly, his hand swept near my nose, and a strange fragrance wafted over. I looked at him in horror. I had learned to use various poisons from the old man; I knew what this was. "What are you going to do?"

His expression suddenly softened, just like in front of others—a gentle and kind emperor. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This is muscle relaxant. This way, you won't be able to unleash your claws. Yingying, tonight, you're mine." He then proceeded to suckle my earlobe—damn it!

I panicked: "I'll hate you, I'll hate you. Let me go!" I tried to push him away, but my limbs were weak and limp, and I couldn't muster any strength. Despair filled my heart, and my eyes slowly filled with tears.

He froze for a moment, but then resolutely continued kissing me, from my lips to my neck, to my chest, to my lower abdomen, and down... He kept murmuring, "You are mine, you are mine."

Tears streamed down my face: "No, I don't want to, I don't want to! You big pervert..." My curses turned into pleas: "Please, let me go, please, don't do this, I don't want to regret it, I don't want to..." Hearing my cries, he paused slightly, but still didn't stop. I closed my eyes, filled with despair.

Why, why is this happening?

I lay there naked, my limbs weak, tears streaming down my face.

The last thin layer of clothing was removed, and his lips kissed every inch of my body. We drew closer and closer until our lips were pressed together. I felt a tremor run through my body, and a groan escaped my lips, weak and helpless. Was it despair, or resentment? My limbs were powerless; I could only let him take as he pleased.

His strong body pressed down on my soft body, without any pity or hesitation. His strong thighs straddled my waist, giving me no chance to retreat. In fact, I had no ability to resist at all. I could only try to forget everything that had happened through my tearful eyes. But dreams are illusions, and as soon as I woke up, everything would vanish.

He looked down at me coldly, wiped away my tears with his fingers, and then, resolutely, cruelly, and without any emotion, parted my long legs and entered me.

"Ah—" If it weren't for the sharp pain in my lower body reminding me that this was all real, I would never have known that this shrill and tragic scream came from me. Damn it, it hurts so much! I hate him, I hate this man who raped me against my will!

But—why does my heart ache when I see the pain in his eyes? Is my life, whether it's love or hate, destined to be entangled with this man whose face is contorted at this moment?

This man's love was so sudden, so reckless, so intensely obsessive. And my hatred for him at this moment is just as clear, so distinct, so... unwilling to compromise.

The tightness between his legs startled him, and he stopped abruptly, stammering, "You, you're still a virgin?" Why was this happening? He had thought she had used "Dream Love" on him to cover up her true feelings—was she trying to remain chaste for that man?! Thinking of this, Sima Rui's face darkened even more.

A gloomy feeling settled over Sima Rui, and his heart sank. He had never loved. He had thought that as long as the women in the harem loved him, that was enough; they should love him too, it was only natural. From the moment he began taking concubines, all the women loved him, whether for his power, money, or whatever else, they all loved him willingly. Until he met her. Her unruly nature, her pretense, her deception… everything about her drew his gaze involuntarily to her. He hated her deception, hated her ruthlessness, hated her indifference towards him when he was with the other concubines, hated her exposing herself in front of so many people, hated that she didn't love him…

But as he thrust into her tender body, his large hands gripping her delicate shoulders, recklessly venting his inexplicable, burgeoning pain upon her, he suddenly felt that perhaps, perhaps, he too had fallen in love with her. Perhaps his love was too domineering, too intense, too scorching, and would ultimately hurt himself and her, but he couldn't control himself; he couldn't help himself!

Sima Rui's eyes, filled with desire, gazed at the woman beneath him, her face a mixture of love and hate. Her dark eyes were now dull, deep and cold, carrying a paining chill. Why was she still so calm, still unwilling—her lips were tightly pressed together, as if she were enduring the pain he was inflicting upon her. She closed her eyes, silently enduring his intense thrusts within her; the strength of his wrists nearly crushed her body to pieces.

"You belong to me." Sima Rui was making a kind of vow.

I looked at him coldly, my tears long since evaporated, replaced by indifference and detachment: "No, even if my body belongs to you, my heart will never belong to you." I said, each word distinct.

His eyes darkened, he fell silent, closed his eyes, and thrust into me several times with furious rage, releasing his desire... My body was burning hot, but my heart was cold and desperate.

Volume 2, Chapter 62: Hopelessness

When all these nightmares are over, and the dust has settled.

I opened my tightly closed, slightly sore eyes and glanced at the man lying on top of me, who seemed to be fast asleep. I knew he wasn't asleep. I tried to move my limbs, but my whole body ached, and the effects of the muscle-relaxing powder left me unable to move.

I turned my neck and looked at the mess on the floor. I felt an endless desolation in my heart. What permeated the entire hall was not eroticism, but despair...

I closed my eyes briefly, then calmly said, "Is it over? If it's over, then undo the muscle relaxant and let me go."

Hearing my emotionless words, he suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on me, as if trying to see something in my eyes. But he saw nothing but emptiness, two empty eyes.

He grabbed my chin and roared angrily, "You're a woman, so you don't care about anything?"

“It’s just a body. Sooner or later it will belong to some man. I don’t care,” I said casually, looking at him. After a pause, I said cruelly, “I just feel dirty.”

"You—" He gripped my neck tightly, his grip tightening until he nearly killed me. My cheeks flushed, and I struggled to breathe, but I stubbornly met his gaze. I stared at him without blinking, without uttering a word.

He looked at me for a long time before finally letting go, and then asked resentfully, "Aren't you going to beg me?"

I coughed violently, my face turning bright red, but I still forced a cold, hard reply, suppressing the discomfort in my throat: "Would begging do any good?" If it did, I would have begged him before; why wouldn't he let me go? And then, against my extreme will, he had sex with me.

Looking at my unbearably cold demeanor, he leaned back, moving away from me, and murmured incredulously, "You don't mind, you really don't mind."

I glanced at him sideways: "Why should I care? It's just my body. If you want it, take it. I'll give it to you. Now that you have it, it's time for me to leave, lest I defile this imperial bed." Even if my heart aches as if I'm dying, I won't show my weakness in front of him, at least not at this moment. Absolutely not.

“You shameless woman—” he said through gritted teeth.

"Your Majesty, I am not the kind of woman who remains faithful to one man until death, nor am I the kind of woman who cries out and wails after losing my virginity. Did you think I would be overjoyed by your favor like other women, or would I cry, make a scene, or threaten suicide? I'm sorry to disappoint you. I just want to go back and wash away this filth."

He slapped him across the face, shouting, "How dare you complain that I'm dirty?!"

I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth, turned my head, and said expressionlessly, "Isn't that enough? Should I give you a few more slaps to vent your anger? If that's still not enough, Your Majesty, please go ahead and do it. Once you've vented your anger, I can go back." At this moment, I had completely forgotten about the emperor, the distinction between noble and lowly, rank, and class. I had cast all of that aside. What I was doing now was exercising my dignity as a modern woman and my refusal to submit.

"You—" He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the rage welling up within him. When he opened them again, his expression remained calm and composed, still that of a noble emperor.

He took a small red bottle from the bedside and held it to my nose, making me smell it. I smelled an incredibly foul odor, like stale eggs. But after lying quietly for a while, my strength returned. Ignoring his gaze and expression, I struggled to get up, but the pain in my lower body caused me to collapse to the ground after only a few steps. Yet, I stubbornly stood up, knocking away his hand that offered to help me, and hastily wrapped my naked body in a piece of cloth. Step by step, even though it was difficult, I resolutely left this place, left his sight, left him…