bullyxtreme Chapter 1 The Emperor Plays with a Beauty, the Northern Border Offers a Daughter
Chapter 1 The Emperor Plays with a Beauty, the Northern Border Offers a Daughter
The Imperial Palace of the Qin Dynasty, the Imperial Garden.
It was early summer, and the peonies in the garden were in full bloom. Pink, white, and red peonies were clustered together in layers, as if the clouds in the sky had been cut up and spread all over the world.
Several century-old locust trees spread their canopies of green shade, filtering dappled sunlight and shadows.
The artificial hill has a babbling brook, and koi carp swim in the pond, occasionally splashing up tiny droplets of water.
Amidst this beautiful scenery, there are even more captivating sights.
Six women dressed in light gauze palace gowns were laughing and hiding in the garden, each with a graceful figure and stunning beauty.
The thin gauze dresses billowed as they ran, vaguely revealing their smooth, creamy skin underneath.
They hid behind the artificial hills or among the flowers, their laughter like silver bells filling the garden.
Qin Mu stood in the center of the garden, his eyes blindfolded by a black silk ribbon, slowly groping around.
He was dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered in gold thread on the fabric gleaming in the sunlight.
"Your Majesty, you must search carefully!" A charming voice came from the left.
Qin Mu's lips curled slightly as he followed the sound, saying, "My beloved consort, don't worry, I'm coming right now."
His steps appeared casual, but were actually incredibly precise. With a few turns, he bypassed a cluster of roses in full bloom and arrived under a magnolia tree. A soft breathing sound came from behind the tree. Qin Mu reached out and touched a soft, warm body.
"Got you!"
Qin Mu tore off the black cloth covering his eyes, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that held three parts anger and seven parts shyness.
What is most striking is her voluptuous figure. Her curves undulate beneath the light gauze, her waist is slender, but her breasts and hips are full and round, as tempting as a ripe peach.
This is the newly appointed Consort Wan, the daughter of the Vice Minister of Works, who just entered the palace last month.
"Your Majesty is so clever! I hid so well, yet you still found me," Consort Wan pouted, complaining sweetly.
Qin Mu laughed heartily and reached out to pinch her smooth cheek: "The scent of rose dew on my beloved consort can be smelled even from ten steps away."
He paused, then deliberately put on a stern face: "Now that you've been captured, according to the rules, you're not allowed to serve me tonight."
Consort Wan's delicate face immediately fell, her eyes brimming with tears, and she gently tugged at Qin Mu's sleeve:
"No, Your Majesty! I've been preparing for tonight for quite some time, and I even learned a new dance..."
"Rules are rules." Qin Mu remained unmoved, but a smile played on his lips. "Who told you to be the first one I caught?"
Several heads peeked out from behind the flower bushes nearby; they were the other concubines.
A concubine dressed in a pale yellow palace gown covered her mouth and chuckled, "Sister Wan, don't be in such a hurry. Let the older sisters serve His Majesty tonight, and it will be your turn tomorrow night, okay?"
Another woman in blue, Consort De, laughed and said, "Yes, that's because you're the slowest runner!"
Consort Wan looked at Qin Mu with a bitter face and a resentful expression; her appearance was truly pitiful.
Qin Mu retied the black cloth and shouted, "Everyone hide well! Whoever isn't caught last gets to serve you in bed tonight!"
The concubines giggled again and quickly found places to hide.
Just then, a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar.
A female official dressed in silver-white armor passed through the moon gate, walked quickly to Qin Mu, and knelt on one knee to pay her respects.
"His Majesty."
The female official raised her head, revealing a face that was both heroic and beautiful.
She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like cold stars, a straight nose, thin lips pressed tightly together, and a solemn expression.
Silver armor enveloped her slender and agile body, with a gold-inlaid sword hanging at her waist, making her as sharp and imposing as a drawn blade.
This is Yunluan, the head of the Imperial Ladies-in-Waiting.
She was not only Qin Mu's personal bodyguard, but also one of the best among the "Eighteen Riders of Yanyun" who were rewarded by his sign-in system in the early years, and her cultivation had reached the first-grade Vajra Realm.
"What is it?" Qin Mu asked casually, without removing the blindfold.
Yunluan's voice was cold: "Prime Minister Li Si, along with officials from the Six Ministries, knelt outside the Golden Palace, saying that if His Majesty did not attend court again, they... they would kill themselves in front of the palace."
Qin Mu chuckled and tore off the black cloth, casually tossing it to the palace maid standing beside him.
"Let them crash, let them crash."
He waved his hand casually, "If they die in a car accident, it's my responsibility. I'll give them a grand funeral, posthumously grant them titles, and ensure their names are remembered in history. How about it?"
Yunluan's expression remained unchanged, and she respectfully replied, "Yes, I will go and report back immediately."
"Wait," Qin Mu called out to her.
"Pass on my imperial decree: I reviewed memorials until the third watch last night, and today I am feeling unwell and need to rest for a day. Tell them to come again tomorrow."
A barely perceptible smile flashed in Yunluan's eyes.
Your Majesty lies so well, you don't even blink.
Last night, he was clearly enjoying the moon and listening to the zither with the newly arrived Consort Zhao in the Qionghua Palace. There was not a trace of any memorials.
"Your subordinate obeys."
Yunluan stood up, took a standard military step, and turned to leave.
Her interruption ruined Qin Mu's interest in continuing the game.
He walked to a carved rosewood bench and sat down. Immediately, a palace maid brought over a cushion and served him fragrant tea.
Upon seeing this, the six concubines all emerged from their hiding places and gathered around.
Two of the most beautiful women, Consort Shu and Consort De, stood on either side of Qin Mu behind him, their slender hands resting on his shoulders and gently massaging them.
Two of the other four concubines knelt at Qin Mu's feet, massaging his legs.
The other two took off his dragon-patterned soft boots and carefully massaged the soles of his feet.
Qin Mu closed his eyes to rest, feeling the six pairs of soft hands applying just the right amount of force to various parts of his body.
Consort Shu's fingers were warm and strong, and her pressure was precise.
Consort De's touch was much gentler, like the lightest touch of a feather.
The four beauties at his feet did everything in their power to try and win the emperor's favor with this rare opportunity to get close to him.
They are all unparalleled beauties in the world.
Qin Mu sighed inwardly.
It's been ten years.
Qin Mu closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting back to that stormy night ten years ago.
He was originally an ordinary office worker who died from overwork and woke up to find himself as Qin Mu, the crown prince of the Qin Dynasty.
This world is called "Shenzhou," a vast and boundless fantasy continent where martial arts reign supreme and dynasties coexist.
The continent is divided into nine provinces, with the Central Province being the most prosperous, which was occupied by the Qin Empire.
The Eastern Continent is home to the Li Yang Dynasty, the Western Continent to the Western Liang Khanate, and the Northern Continent to the Northern Mang Dynasty.
The Southern Continent is dotted with Miao tribes and numerous small kingdoms, while the other four continents each have their own power.
Wars raged between nations, giving rise to numerous heroes.
Martial arts realms are divided into nine ranks to one rank, with the ninth rank being the weakest and the first rank being the strongest.
The first rank is further divided into four realms:
The Vajra Realm is characterized by bones and muscles as strong as iron, and the strength to lift a tripod.
The Finger Profound Realm is a place where true energy is condensed and can injure people from a distance.
The Celestial Realm draws upon the power of heaven and earth, summoning wind and rain.
The highest realm is that of the terrestrial immortals, who are said to have reached the pinnacle of human power and are close to being gods.
However, the immortals on land have not appeared in the world for three hundred years, and the strongest in the world is only at the peak of the celestial phenomena.
At the beginning of his transmigration, Qin Mu was filled with anxiety, until that mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[Ding! Sign-in system successfully bound]
[The host can sign in once a day to randomly receive rewards such as cultivation techniques, elixirs, divine weapons, famous generals, and strategists.]
[New Player Gift Pack: Ten Years of Cultivation Initiation, Cultivation Technique "The Record of the Supreme Martial World", Divine Weapon "Heavenly Questioning Sword"]
From that day on, Qin Mu began his long career of signing in.
In the first year, he acquired the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, each of whom was at the first-grade Vajra Realm, and Yunluan was one of them.
In the third year, he gained the help of strategists Zhuge Liang and Guo Jia, who secretly laid out plans for him to rule the world.
In the fifth year, the sign-in reward included the famous generals Lü Bu and Bai Qi, who are now stationed in the east and west respectively, guarding the frontier for him.
In the seventh year, he acquired Xu Da, Huo Qubing, and Han Xin, three military geniuses, whom he secretly arranged to train a new army and consolidate military power.
In the ninth year, he broke through to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, greatly increasing his strength.
In the tenth year, which was last year, the late emperor passed away, and Qin Mu ascended the throne, with the reign title Yongyuan.
On the night of his coronation ceremony, he went into seclusion to break through the final barrier and finally stepped into the realm of terrestrial immortals, becoming the first person in China in three hundred years.
On that day, a purple aura appeared three thousand miles eastward above the palace, and the phantom image of nine dragons lingered and did not dissipate. The people of the entire city knelt in worship, believing it to be a divine miracle.
Invincible.
Truly invincible.
Moreover, the civil and military officials he had acquired through ten years of service had already secretly taken control of all aspects of the Qin Dynasty.
With Zhuge Liang and Guo Jia working together, the government was efficient and the people lived in peace. Under the rule of these military geniuses, the army's fighting power was unparalleled in the land.
The three major intelligence agencies—the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Eastern Depot, and the Western Depot—were omnipresent, and he controlled all affairs of the world.
If that's the case, why is he still diligent in his duties?
During his ten-year stint of checking in, he lived a more disciplined life than a corporate slave.
Now that the country is stable and there are many capable generals, what's wrong with him slacking off for a bit? Is that too much to ask?
Not at all excessive.
Qin Mu enjoyed the beauty's service with a clear conscience, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest in a soothing rhythm.
"Your Majesty, are you comfortable?" Consort Shu asked softly, circling her fingers around his temples.
"It's acceptable," Qin Mu replied lazily.
Consort De chuckled, "Then shall I try harder?"
"Um."
Just as I was enjoying myself, the familiar footsteps sounded again.
Yunluan returned, still kneeling on one knee:
"Your Majesty, Xu Longxiang, the heir apparent of the Prince of Zhenbei, requests an audience outside the palace. He claims to have found an exceptionally beautiful woman in the northern border and wishes to present her to Your Majesty as a congratulatory gift for Your Majesty's ascension to the throne."