The prince is fierce: Who dares to steal my woman?

After the fall of Qiuchi, all the royal women were sent to the inner palace. Yang Xi, with her outstanding looks, cleverness, and familiarity with palace etiquette, became the head maid. In recent years, although this princess of a fallen kingdom no longer lived a life of luxury, she had been living a peaceful life. Unexpectedly, Liu Kun, who had just ascended the throne, brought her utter destruction.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

In the depths of despair, Yang Xi found her last bit of courage. She scrambled to her feet, picked up the knife Liu Kun had discarded while busy committing his evil deeds, and without hesitation, a flash of cold light appeared as the sharp blade slashed across her fragile neck. Blood gushed out like a fountain, mingling with the crimson stain on the ground, indistinguishable as either virgin blood or the final lament of life.

Upon seeing this, Liu Kun's smile instantly froze, replaced by incredulous astonishment.

He never imagined that this seemingly frail woman would possess such resolute courage to defend her last shred of dignity with her life.

"pity."

Liu Kun sighed. He had just been about to issue an imperial decree to bestow the title of Beauty upon Yang Xi, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, she had become a cold corpse.

So be it, this is the consequence of disobedience!

The palace maids around were terrified, some screaming and some trembling, plunging the entire back garden into chaos.

Liu Kun's gaze swept over everyone, his voice deep and powerful: "Who among you dares to disobey me?"

The palace maids knelt down one after another, their voices trembling as they replied, "This servant dares not."

Liu Kun's lips curled into a cold smile: "From this day forward, I hereby issue an edict to remove clothing from the inner palace. No palace maids or concubines are allowed to wear clothes in the inner palace, including underpants and bodices, so that I may have my way with them at any time. Those who violate this edict will suffer this fate."

After saying that, he pointed to Yang Xi, who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Your Majesty, I obey! Long live the Emperor!"

The palace maids knelt on the ground and answered in unison.

Everything in the back garden seemed to be tinged with an eerie color, and the red color mixed with two kinds of blood was particularly shocking.

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Three days later, in the back garden.

On this sun-dappled, fragrant day, Liu Xiyu, dressed in a light, misty gauze robe, slowly stepped into the secluded and tranquil back garden of the imperial palace. Her steps were light, unaware that an unexpected and wondrous sight was quietly waiting for her.

Stepping into the depths of the back garden, Liu Xiyu's gaze was suddenly struck by the scene before her—all the palace maids in the garden had shed their heavy palace attire, and were even without any undergarments. They lingered among the flowers or whispered by the pond, creating an unprecedented and strange scene.

For a moment, Liu Xiyu thought she had stumbled into a primeval forest and encountered a group of primitive people. But even primitive people from ancient times knew to cover their private parts with grass skirts; these women were even less virtuous than primitive people!

This sudden sight made Liu Xiyu's heart tremble, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red. She was surprised, but even more so, she was furious. She couldn't help but curse in her heart, "Liu Kun, you unworthy descendant of the Liu royal family, how could you be so licentious and immoral? Why didn't God strike you dead with lightning!"

However, Liu Xiyu could not show any of her emotions. She had to hide her anger and pretend to be completely submissive to Liu Kun. Only in this way could she survive in this predicament, gain Liu Kun's trust, and thus further complete her revenge and comfort the spirits of the Crown Prince and He Jian in heaven.

Right now, Liu Xiyu has a bold idea: she wants to rescue the Crown Princess, who is also He Jian's sister, He Qiongying.

Just as Liu Xiyu was trying to sort out her thoughts, she saw Liu Kun and his favorite concubine Pan Jieyu not far away.

They stood before a vibrant sea of ​​flowers, admiring the blossoms, sipping tea, and chatting merrily, seemingly completely immersed in this rare moment of tranquility. Even more astonishingly, the noble Consort Pan had forgotten the formalities of the court, appearing completely naked, displaying her natural feminine grace and charm.

"Oh, my royal sister is here?"

When Liu Kun saw Liu Xiyu arrive, an indescribable glint flashed in his eyes, as greedy as a hungry wolf.

"I have met your Majesty."

Liu Xiyu stepped forward and bowed.

"Consort Jieyu, my elder sister and I have important matters to discuss. Please make yourselves at home."

Pan Jieyu understood immediately. She bowed slightly to Liu Kun and gracefully walked behind the artificial hill, a place out of Liu Kun's sight. She quickly and skillfully picked up her scattered clothes, dressed herself neatly, and after making sure nothing was missing, she left this forbidden place with a graceful gait.

Liu Kun's concubines reached a consensus: in front of Liu Kun, they dared not disobey the "removal of clothing order," but behind Liu Kun's back, they wore their clothes however they pleased.

After all, people have pride, and trees have bark.

Normally, the power struggles within the harem go on as they please, but when it comes to the "removal of clothing edict," everyone must keep it a secret from Liu Kun. Anyone who dares to curry favor by informing on him will be attacked by the entire group!

Now that the masters had reached a consensus, none of the eunuchs and palace maids dared to gossip in front of Liu Kun.

After Pan Jieyu left, Liu Kun couldn't wait to get up and strode towards Liu Xiyu. His strong hands gripped her slender fingers tightly, as if he were afraid she would suddenly disappear.

To be honest, Liu Kun had long harbored lustful thoughts towards Liu Xiyu, and he didn't care at all even though she was his own sister. Because in Liu Kun's dating dictionary, "Those who gave birth to me are unacceptable, those I gave birth to are unacceptable, but everyone else is acceptable."

Liu Kun led Liu Xiyu through a winding path to a quaint and elegant pavilion. The two sat down side by side, a gentle breeze carrying the faint fragrance of flowers, a truly refreshing experience.

“Royal sister,” Liu Kun’s voice was low and full of emotion, “I have been missing you terribly these past few days.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiyu felt a mix of emotions. She gently withdrew her hand, her gaze tender yet somewhat distant: "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties in your harem, each one as beautiful as a flower, yet you still remember your sister who has been married before. It is truly an honor for me."

Liu Kun's gaze was exceptionally ardent as he whispered, "Royal Sister, the world says that I have three thousand beauties in my harem, each more stunning than the last. But I know in my heart that even with three thousand beauties, none can compare to your unparalleled grace and charm."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiyu smiled faintly, a smile tinged with self-deprecation and helplessness: "Your Majesty is truly joking. I am past my prime, old and faded, how dare I compare myself to those young and beautiful ladies?"

In fact, although Liu Xiyu had already been married, she was just over twenty years old, young and beautiful, far from being old and faded. On the contrary, she had a unique charm as a married woman.

A fiery glint flashed in Liu Kun's eyes: "Why do you say that, Your Majesty? Time has not diminished your charm in the slightest; on the contrary, it has added a touch of mature elegance. Your charm remains undiminished, making one yearn for you."